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Piers dashed towards the older man, a smile plastered on his face. The two meet halfway, wrapping each other into one another’s arms. Tucking his face into the crook Chris’s neck, he breathes in his scent and sighs, all his worries and tension vanish. Chris overjoys feeling the way Piers’s body relaxes and un-tenses in his grasp.
It had been a rough path to get to this point, almost two years after losing their team a second time, and thinking he lost the man he loved, it nearly broke him. Thankfully Piers’s body was found a week from the incident, half mutated and unconscious, the BSAA had divers all over the site, Chris himself leading the search, it was him who located Piers hidden from sight by debris, a cocoon shielding him; he was immediately reported it to HQ, taken to a local research base and injected with the then newly developed vaccine.
The C-Virus had been protecting him since the explosion, it had healed his wounds, but it was also consuming him. The results were hard to notice at first but the vaccine proved to be successful, slowly but surely reversing the infection, until it was all gone from his system. Though the aftermath was hell, it took a while for Piers to accept his body just wasn’t gonna be the same anymore, permanent scars covered most of his right side, one of his arms was gone, just as his eye was forever a cloudy white.
Fortunately, they had each other to lean on; after everything that happened, after almost losing each other, there was no point to keep denying those feelings. They had talked about a lot of things, their fears, their past, and future. Both agreed that wanting to be together was only the beginning. When he was finally released, Chris insisted for Piers to move in with him. And so he did. The Redfield Residence became The Nivanfield Home, as Moira would call it.
“You made it.” Piers spoke softly into his ear.
“Wasn’t gonna let you take off without saying goodbye.” Chris replies, tightening his hold on the younger man.
Piers was first to pull away, hands both organic and mechanical, slowly making their way towards his beloved’s face. He pulls him into a kiss filled with love and emotion.
It felt like it could last forever, but the sound of the chopper’s start-up interrupted the pair, as they reluctantly broke the kiss, taking a second to rest their foreheads against the other’s.
“It’s time.” Piers said, grabbing the man’s hand, gripping it tightly before stepping back.
“Show em how it’s done!” Chris said, squeezing the hand back as if not wanting to let it go.
“… I’ll make you proud!” Piers replied, gifting a small smile to his lover.
“You already have, Captain Nivans.” Chris said in contentment as Piers walked away
Taking a seat, he looked out the window, watching as Chris attentively stood there. The chopper was taking off the ground, he waved the younger man goodbye and blew him a kiss. Smiling as Piers blew one back.
He didn’t take his eyes off the chopper until it disappeared into the distance. “Come back home safe Piers.” He spoke into the wind, wearing a bittersweet smile on his lips and a single tear travelling down his cheek, the old badge of his former Lieutenant’s gripped in his hand.
