Little Nivansfield: New Year's

Summary: It's been a full year since the two have lived together. Just how have things been going with the two men and their pet dog, Nivansfield? How will they celebrate the New Year together?

Pairing: Nivanfield

Author's note: I was planning on doing an updated Xmas one or a Thanksgiving's one, but then I got lazy. X.x But here's a New Year's one anyways. XD Enjoy!

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Little Nivansfield: New Year's

It'd been a full year since Nivansfield had come to live with him and a full year of him dating Piers. Of course this was going to be a special day for him. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect. A celebration of a new year. The continuation of their growing love for each other and their adorable pet dog Nivansfield who had gotten even bigger since the last year. He was almost the size of a full grown dog now, though the hyperactive puppy was still inside there.

Chris tried to ignore the feel of Piers's eyes staring at him from the couch while he was on the floor sorting through the fireworks he'd bought for tonight. He had Nivansfield on the floor helping him by carrying the fireworks from one organized pile over to an amused Piers like it was a gift. Piers's fascination with Nivansfield hadn't died down in the least even after a year had passed. In fact, Piers had bought the dog quite a few presents for Christmas, his laughter like a small child's as he watched the large dog tear into a flavored bone like it was the tastiest meal in the whole world.

Of course Chris had gotten some nice gifts too, like the sweater he was wearing right now to keep warm, or the new coffee mug sitting on the coffee table behind him with a picture of Nivansfield on it and the words "our love child," beneath it. It made him laugh when he saw it, reminding him of what he'd said to Piers when he'd first seen the puppy hiding inside Piers's room at the barracks. To think such a small, injured little thing could turn into a giant looking bear in such a short amount of time. And yet he still had that little puff of hair on top of his head favoring his second master's hairstyle.

Chris shivered feeling a breath of air blowing across the back of his neck making his hairs stand up. He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes meeting with the hazel glow staring back at him before he felt the other's lips pressing against him. It made him pause for a moment at the sudden attack on his lips before he was kissing back, his hand reaching up to cup Piers's cheek caressing it. It was things like this that Chris savored the most. The feelings that Piers often liked to hide came out in the rare moments they got to spend together alone. At work, Piers was a professional in every sense. Work came before his relationship, concentration before the bliss of losing himself in his emotions. Chris didn't blame him, hell it made him feel better to see the younger male so focused. Because he'd never forgive himself if something happened to Piers because he was too busy thinking about Chris to keep himself safe out in the field.

"You almost done?" Piers said just barely breaking the kiss as he leaned back a little to get a better look at his boyfriend.

"Almost," Chris said smiling at him almost tempted to just leave everything right there on the floor and drag Piers to the bedroom…or the couch because it was closer. "Why don't you get the lighter out of the kitchen draw while I take these outside?" Piers frowned but he stood up, his lanky body attracting Chris's attention before he started for the kitchen. And maybe it wasn't right that Chris's eyes followed him all the way to the kitchen until he disappeared. It didn't help that the only thing that Piers was wearing was a large t-shirt and boxers where it was easy to see his butt wobbling behind them.

"Arf!"

"What?" Chris said looking up at the standing dog that looked like he was frowning as he stared at Chris. "You can't blame me for watching." Nivansfield gave a short ruff before he grabbed another firework stick starting to carry it over to the couch. "Oh no you don't!" Chris tackled him wrestling with him before he found his weakness as he rolled Nivansfield onto his back rubbing his belly with two hands to the dog's contented panting. "You're just doubling my work up, aren't you boy?"

"Ruff!"

Chris laughed being smacked a few times by the wagging tail before he stood to his feet grabbing the fireworks up as Nivansfield rolled over barking and jumping around his legs excitedly. "Relax. We're getting ready to go outside." At the word outside, Nivansfield ran over to the door dancing from foot to foot as he waited for Chris to open the door. Once he'd gathered up all the fireworks in his hand, Chris walked over to the door opening it just as Nivansfield rushed outside impatiently. He shook his head, having a hard time keeping the smile off his face as he walked out closing the door behind him.

They had a variety of fireworks to use. Some brought back a nostalgic feeling to him as he remembered shooting them off as a kid with his parents and Claire. They didn't get to shoot any last year or during 4th of July thanks to the job requiring them to take care of some missions. But at least now he had the chance to spend his New Year with Piers without them having to fight for their lives.

"Got everything set up?" Piers said, disappointingly wearing pants and a jacket, though Chris couldn't blame him since it was pretty chilly out. He had a coat on himself, his hands rubbing together to keep warm as smoke blew from his parted lips.

"Everything's good to go." Piers held the lighter out to him. He grabbed it brushing his fingers over Piers's before he started over to the first firework lighting it. He stepped back standing beside Piers watching the sparkling flame drawing up the short fuse and disappearing before the firework suddenly shot up into the air like a rocket and burst into an array of colors that had him whistling in awe. He doubted he could ever get sick of it.

The Captain glanced over watching Piers's amused expression before he held the lighter out to him, watching the expression drop to a frown just that quickly. "Here," he said looking at the confusion on Piers's face. "Try it."

"No thanks," Piers said shaking his head and stepping back from the lighter. "I'm content to just watch."

"No, you have to try it once at least." When Piers didn't reach out to grab the lighter from him, Chris reached out holding his hand and putting the lighter in it. He didn't stop there as he moved behind Piers wrapping his arms around him as he started to walk them closer to the large box on the ground. "Here, I'll help you."

Piers sighed like he was frustrated, but when Chris peeked around he saw the small smile on those plushy lips. He didn't even struggle, just relented as they got closer and kneeled down together, Chris's cold hand wrapping around Piers's warmer one as the two of them lit the fuse together. Standing, Chris held his hand tugging as they stood back just as the first of the fireworks shot out of the box. It was like a chain reaction, firework after firework shooting up into the air. Piers stared, the glow in his eyes showing the awe he felt as he watched color after color explode in the air. Chris just wrapped his arms around him again feeling the chill in Piers's body as he hugged him closer enjoying the small light show. It was a beautiful, especially when he could see the colors reflecting in Piers's eyes when he leaned over more to look at him.

Piers turned his head as if realizing what he was doing but Chris lost himself to the sight as he leaned in kissing his lips earning a hum of joy as Piers kissed him back. He started to move his cold fingers underneath Piers's shirt before Nivansfield ran over barking loudly and startling the both of them as he looked up at them before running circles around them making Piers laugh.

"What? You want to play boy?" Nivansfield barked lower his front down as he wiggled his butt in the air excitedly before running off only to return with a ball in his mouth which he dropped at Piers's feet. Piers laughed picking up the ball and throwing it, leaving Chris's body chilled from the lack of body heat. But it was ok, watching the two best friends playing together in the front of the yard only stopping whenever Chris would set off another firework to stare at until it dissipated in the air.

When he lit up the sparklers, Piers joined him again then, holding one as he held it up staring at the sparkling lights that seemed to draw his eyes in deep before Chris kissed him again. That was when the focus returned to Chris, the passion growing deeper in them before Piers gave him a coy look and dragged him by the hand back inside to partake in some very needed love making.

Because right now, Chris wasn't going to be able to last against the sexy man called Piers. So it wasn't a surprise that he felt like fireworks were going off when Chris released inside of him, listening to Piers's passionate moans as the other's nails scratched his back possessively, ecstatically before collapsing beneath him breathing hard. His body felt warm as Piers rubbed his back snuggling closer to him softly whispering his name in his ear.

"Chris…" It was enough for him, enough that he could last a whole year with just this memory. But he was greedy and he wanted more. He rolled them over sitting Piers on top, the other looking at him in confusion before he leaned up kissing him effectively rekindling their love making and starting off the New Year perfectly.

"Piers," Chris said panting as he leaned back staring up at him. "Happy New Year's." Piers stopped moving, staring back at him before a soft blush filled his cheeks as he smiled cheekily at him and leaned in kissing him, all the happiness he felt being shared in that one action. He hoped they had many more new years together, just like this one. Not to mention many more years with their beloved dog, Nivansfield who'd taken control of Piers's old room. At least the room was seeing some use now, since Piers adopted the empty half of Chris's bed. Not that he was complaining in the slightest anyway. No, not when he had such a perfect man to stay by his side.

End.