The Merchant Chronicles
By Thomas Schiff and Pasha
Ada quickly assessed her situation. She was quickly running out of ammo and had lost any means of communication. Her only hope was to get away from the onslaught of infected that where coming after her.
Looking around she saw a hatch in the ground. Running to it she quickly grabbed onto the handle and pulled. It was locked. Perfect.
She looked into her gun and then snapped it shut once again. One bullet left. Great....
She only saw one option. There where five infected slowly coming towards her. She shook her head and aimed the gun.
The sound of the lock shattering echoed throughout the small area and she quickly opened the hatch and jumped through, the door slamming shut above her.
Her eyes were caught by a dull blue flicker some distance away. This seemed her only reference point in the gathering gloom, and she cautiously approached, her hands still clutching the useless weapon.
Ada slowly made her way towards the dim light.
"Hello Strangah" She jumped at the sound of the man's voice. She hadn't heard anyone speak since her communication had died. Or at least not coherent English. She had heard a lot of the infected yelling random Russian she didn't understand but other than that....
She cautiously raised her useless gun, hoping to keep the voice at a safe distance. His eyes were infected she could see that, even if the words were not.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"That's a very good question that.... 'who am I?' " He said with a chuckle.
"Yeah. So you'd better get answering it pal, before I decorate that wall with your brains..." she tried not to sound unsure. His voice was not unappealing, but maybe this was some new mutation designed to entice her in.
"You gonna splatter me brains out with an empty gun strangah?" He asked. She could hear the amusement in his voice.
Ada scowled. So his eyes worked just fine. She put the gun away, still not taking her eyes off the 'man'.
"What are you doing down here?" Her voice shrewd and keen.
"Looking for a profit it would seem." He said. "Got plenty of goods for ya." He said opening his coat to reveal boxes of ammo of all sorts, guns and enough explosives to blow them both to high hell if she had shot him.
She eyed him suspiciously, but slowly closed the gap between them. Her eyes were drawn away from his eyes to the ammunition she needed.
"Profit?" she asked absently.
"Yeh.... I'm down here for a profit." He said again as if she didn't hear him the first time.
"You can't honestly expect me to pay for vital ammo with that hoard out there!" She was shocked by his suggestion. Why the hell would anyone spend their time in this godforsaken place, just to sell ammo and guns to random passers and survivors?!
He closed his jacket again. "Suit yourself." He said turning away from her.
She glared and rummaged hurriedly in her pack.
"Fine fine... whatever. Weirdo... I'll pay the fucking... ... shit..." An image flashed into her mind. Wrapping her little money around the communicator... the communicator now trampled beneath miles and miles of 'them'!
He turned towards her and raised a black eyebrow. "Whats the matter there darlin... don't tell me you have no cash." He said still sounding rather amused.
"Oh come ON! I've not got the money! I'll die if I go out there without ammo!"
"Perhaps... we can make a trade of some sort then." Despite the purple cloth over his mouth she could tell he was smirking.
Her eyes narrowed. There was something in his tone that she didn't care for. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly.
"What sort of trade?"
"What would you be willing to trade?" He asked slyly moving closer to her as he spoke. He reached up his hand and traced the back of his fingers down her cheek.
She shivered at his touch. His fingers didn't feel cold and dead as she had expected. Her dark eye lashes fluttered involuntary as she fixed him with her certain gaze. Ada smiled. She decided that she liked his low, gruff voice, it reminded her of a side of herself she had long forgotten.
"Well strangah?" he asked, wanting her to make up her mind.
"Hmm?" were her eyes closed. Damnit! Focus! She blinked at him and smiled, as seductively as she could manage. Taking his fingers she kissed them.
"I think we could come up with a... suitable arrangement."
The merchant smirked behind his purple scarf waiting for her to make the first move
Moving closer to him, Ada reached a tentative hand up to brush his scarf out of the way.
He grabbed onto her wrist to stop her. "You don't want to do that strangah." he said quietly.
She frowned at him.
"My name is Ada. Ada. And get your hand off me!"
The merchant let her wrist go, but did not move away. "Sure thing Strangah."
She glared up at him, withdrawing her hand.
"You'd better take that jacket off then. I'll be damned if I'm messing about with all that explosive shit."
The merchant pulled down his hood slowly revealing shoulder length messy black hair that looked like it had once been short and well kept. He removed the jacket and hung it over a chair. He stood in front of her now in an army green smock looking shirt and black pants the purple scarf still covering his face. He still had numerous weapons hanging off belts that where covered in bullets. But the explosives for the most part where gone.
Stretching a delicate hand to touch his shoulder, she ran her eyes over him. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. She found his rough and ready appearance as strangely appealing as his voice.
The merchant stared at her and she realised he was waiting for her to do something.
Taking the hint and gently unclasping one of his many belts she pulled them away and one by one let them settle on the floor. She figured he was awkward about something, why else would be wrap himself up this much. Those infected eyes were watching her again. She shuddered.
He watched her and ran his fingers over her cheek. She had such perfect skin it made him feel... Strange. Like he didn't belong.
It felt like his stare would bore holes into her. She smiled softly at him and ran her hand along his clothed waist, hoping he would let her in...
The merchant made no move to stop her. Even though he hated how his body looked, the colour his skin had turned. It had been so long since he had been touched by a woman and had no intentions of walking away from this opportunity.
She let her cool fingers slip under the fabric of his shirt to run along his tinged skin beneath. Smiling, she brought his hand, which had gone slack, back up to touch her face.
He leaned forward slightly as if wanting to kiss her but realized what he was doing and stopped, pulled back.
"Are you... alright?" Her voice broke slightly as her eyes darted up to his face again.
The merchant nodded once but didn't say anything as if speaking would suddenly scare her away.
This, of course, was not true. His voice had drawn her in so thoroughly that she was willing to have sex with him in a cavernous basement. So willing.
The merchant moved his fingers down her neck to her shoulder before moving back up to her cheek again.
"Are you afraid of me?" He asked quietly.
"No..." came her whispered reply. It was true... the situation may be surreal, but she found her heart racing faster. How was he doing this to her? She held his arm and pulled his body closer.
The Merchant felt himself swell against his pants. How long has it been since that happened? He couldn't even remember.
She didn't try to remove his scarf, but lightly stroked the bridge of his nose and kissed him through the dense fabric.
The Merchant visibly stiffened unused to such an action but none-the-less felt himself getting harder. It hurt slightly straining against his jeans.
Smiling and nuzzling his neck, she brought his rough hands up to touch her body through her thin dress.
He put his gloved hands onto her hips and pulled her a little closer, his eyes looking into hers.
Almost without meaning to, she tugged at the edge of his face cover, her eyes still fixed on his.
He once again put his hand on her wrist to stop her but didn't grab onto her. "Don't." He said quietly.
Her big soulful, brown eyes caught him again, and she did not remove her hand.
"Please..." she implored him so quietly, she could almost not have said it.
The looked down at her for a few moments before dropping his hand back down and closed his eyes.
Ada took a breath and slipped the scarf down round his throat. She didn't know what she expected to see. But even she was a little taken aback.
The Merchant slowly opened his eyes and was expecting the look of disgust on her face.
He was surprised by the gentle, almost tender expression on her face. She ran a finger down one of the scars dug into his face. His skin told her that he was one of them... but his eyes. Despite the bloodshot stare, there was an emotion buried deep in there that Ada couldn't place.
The Merchant wanted to flinch away from her touch but held his position. Her touch felt amazing...
It was shocking to see a person like this. Ada wanted to recoil a little. She wished she wasn't in this position. But she did find him strangely attractive. His expression didn't frighten her.
The Merchant had the sudden urge to kiss her but again was afraid of frightening her away. He'd let her make any major moves.
Standing up on her tiptoes, she kissed his cheek. Exploring her way to his mouth, she smiled. It was strange kissing him, like kissing one of them, but different.
He suppressed a moan when her lips met his. It felt amazing. He deepened the kiss before pulling back slightly and licked her lips.
She let out a frightened noise, and tried to pull back a little. She wanted to take it slower, she was still adjusting to him as an entity with his wild eyes and dying skin.
He kissed her again, her frightened noise falling on def ears.
Swallowing and gripping at him with her long nails. She twisted her head, trying to move away. She didn't like being restricted like this, she didn't like being held like this.
The Merchant realized she was struggling against him and loosened his hold on her but didn't let go.
Blinking at him, she caught her breath and ran her hands over his shoulders.
"You really want this, eh?"
"You want your ammo?" He asked his voice as gruff as ever.
She raised her eyebrow and pushed him against the wall, kissing him again and putting his hand on her hip.
"You know I do."
He smirked at her and leaned in to kiss her again.
Rubbing her taught body up against him, she was ready to give her payment.
"How do you want to do this?" He asked.
"Well..." she pulled him away from the wall and swapped their positions, pulling her leg out from under her skirt, her gun garter glinting in the blue glow. She pulled him against her again, reaching for his belt.
He smirked at her enjoying her sudden boldness. He pressed her against the wall his hands on each side of her head as if trying to encase her.
After taking stock of her situation and deciding that she should enjoy this as much as she could in case her first step out into that hoard was also her last.
'Take me...' she silently willed him.
The Merchant slowly moved his hand down to the button on his pants and pulled it loose before slowly moving the zipper down moving slowly in case she suddenly changed her mind and didn't want to see him. Not that she would want to, this was only a form of payment but in any case he moved slow.
She shut her eyes tight. Oh God... quite possibly this could be it now... she'd get infected and that was the end of it all. Her career, her life... Maybe... there was a chance that it wouldn't happen. She needed those bullets to get back to the transport. She needed to get out of here, and this man was her only ticket out. If this was going to be the end, it was going to be good.
He paused when she closed her eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked. "I'll leave if that's what you really want." He said. Course then again she wasn't getting the bullets, but what did that matter to him. No profit no sale.
Without opening her eyes, she smiled and reached for him.
"Course I don't want you to stop."
She wasn't looking at him but that was fine with him. If she didn't want to look that was her choice. He pulled his thick cock out of his pants and lifted up her skirt and quickly removed her panties.
The feeling of his hands on her skin almost made her gasp. She had never been this exposed in front of a random stranger before. Despite her obvious trepidations with having sex with one of the infected, she still wanted it so badly. How long had it been? Too long... and now in this basement, alone together, the excitement was electric.
He quickly aligned himself at her entrance and not even asking again for her approval he rammed into her none to gently.
She arched her graceful neck and groaned in approval. One hand lay against the rough wall, her second clutched his hip, pulling him against her harder.
He smirked at her sound of approval and slammed his hips into her pressing his body flat against hers pinning her to the wall.
Her head slumped forward to rest entirely on his gaunt shoulder. He filled her better than any man she had ever experienced and she loved it. Taking him even more in her arms she hissed,
"Oh God... harder. Harder!"
"As you wish strangah." He said pulling her away from the wall. There was a type writer on a table near by, he knocked it to the floor and laid her back on the table never breaking contact. He slammed into her harder and faster enjoying the feeling of her clenching around him.
Moaning she clasped any inch of him she could reach. It was this kind of abandon she could never find in any of her previous partners. All she wanted was more, deeper, stronger...
"Mmm strangah you feel good." He said moving in and out of her. He bent his knees a bit changing the angle and smirked when he saw the look on her face, knowing what he had finally hit.
Ada didn't care if anyone heard. It wasn't like there was anyone left out there anyway. She bit back the first cry, but soon there was nothing she could do to stop them, it just felt so good. But she still managed to
"Ada," she was breathless in her indignation. "My fucking name is Ada!"
"Sure thing, strangah." he grunted as he leaned in closer to her changing the angle again and pumped into her a faster.
She wanted to curse and yell at him. There was something about the humour in his tone that bothered her. But this irritation was quickly overruled by the pleasure that coursed through her. Fuck, how had she gone so long without actually doing this with anyone... for whatever reason?
The Merchant pulled down the top of her dress and cupped both her breasts firmly in his hands, his gloves a little rough but his fingers smooth against her skin as he pinched her nipples.
Whimpering, Ada watched him intently. Her dark eyes fluttering open and closed as the waves of pleasure smacked into her.
The Merchant moaned. He was getting closer with every thrust, every time she clenched harder around him.
Ada knew this couldn't last much longer. She was close, but he was closer. In her mind she wondered if he would even honour this agreement. But at that moment she didn't care, all she wanted was the completion they both craved.
The Merchant thrust a few more times thrusting in hard the last as he grunted spilling himself inside of her.
Groaning and taking his hand stiffly, Ada shuddered for breath. The blood pounded in her ears and she tried to speak, but failed.
The Merchant pulled out of her, cum dripping down onto the table. He fixed his pants, replaced his belts and moved his scarf back up on his face.
Picking up his jacket he put it back on and pulled his hood back up. He reached into the jacket and pulled out a box of hand gun bullets. He tossed it onto the table next to her and blew out his torch before shrugging his backpack back on.
Still lying prone and exposed, Ada swallowed and reached for the box. She frowned.
"Is that all?"
The merchant laughed again. "You get what you pay for strangah... fifty bullets is plenty."
Ada scowled, scrambling to her feet and sorting herself out, not that she had anyone out there to look presentable for. She wrenched her gun from the floor and loaded it.
"Fine... Fine, whatever. I can get out of here fine. I don't need any more."
She made her way to the door, casting her eyes behind her at the merchant.
"Heh heh heh come back any time." he said shuffling off to his next profitable location.
((AN. Yay Merchant loves!
Pasha: Yeah he's cute!
Schiff: Mine bitch! ((hisch))
Pasha: O_O
Schiff: I'm going to eat your brains with peanut sauce!
Pasha: I think they're speaking russian....
Schiff: Go hitler go hitler go hitler
Pasha: Ok seriously enough....
anyway please read and review.... please? More to come soon!))