And so there we have pieces of the first chapter of RE5. I like how it rolled. I'm going to play down the next few parts of it and play around some more with the love story between Chris and Sheva. Originally I didn't see them together but the story took me where it wanted and left me behind.

I'll hit on big parts of 5, change the dialogue up a bit and tweak it to incorporate the idea that they were lovers before they met in Africa. We'll push into darker corners of Wesker and Excella's relationship I think at some point as the story progresses too. We'll see that Sheva has more secrets in store for our hero and that old friends will pop up to say hello again. We're going to see some sex here in this chapter, for those of you who aren't into that kind of thing. Seeing as it's written mostly from Chris's point of view it might get a little…raunchy. I can be a pretty straight forward writer when it comes to that stuff, fair warning.

Hope I can keep you guys coming back for more. Drop me a line anytime, good or bad, about things you like or hate about this fic here. I'm enjoying all the reviews, good or bad. It keeps me on my toes!

Chapter 12: Ten (thousand) things I hate about you!

Well, dear readers, it seems our hero and his lady were to become embroiled in a terrible misunderstanding. Led astray by Sheva's comment, Chris Redfield found himself bitterly plunging head long into a quagmire of mindless violence.

They battled their way through oceans of undead and came upon the slain bodies of their comrades in arms. Alpha team was obliterated by a B.O.W. that soon Sheva and Chris found themselves bitterly battling beneath the murky streets of their African battleground.

They emerged victorious and escaped to discover themselves deeper in the darkness then they had even begun to understand.

Delta team was dispatched to accompany them on their journey and our struggling Superman and his Lois Lane arrived at their temporary base after meeting up with them in a storage facility somewhere north of their fortune fated skirmish with the first in what would be a series of evil minions.

Night had fallen, dropping the temperature to a chilly seventy two degrees.

The base was set up just outside of train yards. Delta team was stationed there temporarily to begin analyzing data and cleaning up Alpha teams demise.

Chris, sitting in the twilit darkness, watched Sheva conversing quietly with a man she affectionately referred to as "my Josh."

He didn't like Josh at all. Probably because the other man was looking at Sheva like the sun shined out her ass. They'd embraced briefly upon arriving at the storage facility and Josh had been wayyyy too concerned over her well being.

Now the two of them stood off to one side of the fire that had been erected in the middle of camp, talking and sharing bottles of water.

Other team members bustled around, talking in headsets and checking equipment. A few were inside one of the tents set up, uploading data to HQ.

Chris shifted, taking a drag off the cigarette dangling from his lips. A woman moved into the flickering firelight, facing him. She was tall, blonde, buff and beautiful, in a white tank top and cargo pants. Her face was devoid of make up and still managed to be striking. If she was a little too heavy in the muscles of her arms and her face edging a little into a square jaw, well that was just Chris being pissy.

"Mr. Redfield, I've heard good things. I'm Layla Tournay."

She held out a hand. In the darkness, it was hard to tell if her eyes were blue or brown. But her blonde hair looked nearly white in the flickering firelight.

They shook. "Layla. It's Chris by the way. You looking to bore yourself with my company?"

Layla planted herself down beside him. "Just the opposite in fact. I'm a good friend of your sister's. We actually went to college together at Penn State."

Chris nodded. "I remember now. Layla of the infamous pudding pants."

Layla laughed gently. "Well that just sounds all kinds of wrong."

"Claire went on for weeks about you and that pudding. She swore the entire water polo team couldn't face anyone on campus for weeks."

"Yes well…that's what happens when you fuck with me."

Chris met her eyes and snorted. "I think she said something about you being responsible for the school mascot getting pantsed and hung from the flag pole."

Layla grinned and shrugged. "He shouldn't have cheated on Claire."

Chris laughed and realized it was probably the first real laugh he'd had in months. He shifted to face her a little more and really look at her.

Layla met his eyes equally.

Claire had had pictures in the dorm room of her brother. Hell, he'd pretty much been her hero. But the pictures of a young man didn't do an ounce of justice to ripped god sitting on the ground next to her.

When Claire had called her to beg her to keep an eye on her emotionally challenged sibling, Layla had been pissed about being appointed babysitter. She had a low bullshit tolerance and figured Chris Redfield would be an emotional disaster better left alone.

But one look at that body and that face and she'd changed her tune. Months in Africa had netted her not a single night of sexual release. No one in Delta team was worth a second glance let alone a one night stand. But Chris Redfield looked like he would make her horny self repressed rage evaporate in a about two seconds.

Layla sat talking with him about congenially things for a little while. She noticed that he kept glancing over at Josh Stone and the woman sitting beside him. Alomar was a thorn in her side. She was a goody two shoes who spent most of her time sucking up to the bosses. She toed the line and followed orders without question. This kind of single minded automatonism was too much for a person of Layla's unique make up. She was constantly rocking the boat and testing the waters. She knew the only thing that kept her in Delta team was her eagle eye and grace under pressure. Because she wasn't very good at following orders.

Layla didn't miss the way Redfield seemed to be very aware of the other woman's every move.

She had a choice. She could leave the situation as it was or she could make her move. She studied the line of his jaw. His face was very masculine, sprinkled with just enough of a five o'clock shadow to tug at her female places. He wasn't exactly handsome, not traditionally anyway. He was more straight sex on a stick. The kind of man you took home, fucked the shit out of, and then masturbated to for months afterward.

Layla rose from the ground. "I could use your help if you don't mind. I've got a carton of ammo I've got to count and unload around behind the tents. You'd be saving my fabulous ass hours of work if you carried it for me."

Chris lifted a brow. She was pretty buff for a chic. He figured lifting heavy ammo wasn't really an issue for her. But what the hell? It wasn't like he was busy.

Chris rose, glanced once more at Sheva, and started after the other woman.

Sheva leaned over and put her head on Josh's shoulder.

Chris's stomach felt like he had just swallowed dog shit. It cramped and hurt at that action. So…he wasn't wrong. That was apparently the new man in her life.

Figured.

Chris followed Layla behind the tent and out toward the truck parked and loaded down with boxes of supplies. He was about to pull the back down on the truck to allow them to jump up and get the ammo when she grabbed him.

His back hit the metal with a clang.

He wasn't wearing his gear anymore, just a ribbed undershirt and his combat fatigues. It made him easy prey for her amorous hands.

Layla's hands twisted into the flimsy material and ripped. Shocked, he just stood there for a moment.

Her mouth was on his stomach and working higher.

It had been a year since he'd touched a woman. His dick sprang to attention and went hard as a rock in anticipation.

"Whoa." He choked out finally after long moments of her assault. "Hang on there."

Layla rolled her eyes up his torso. "I want to fuck you."

Jesus. His already throbbing cock felt like it was going to burst.

"I've wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you." She raked her nails down his chest and he hissed part in pain, part in pleasure.

"Layla, hang on there. I'm sort of celibate."

Layla pulled her hair from its ponytail and it fell around her shoulders in a blonde tangle. She stepped in close to him and being five ten, it put her pretty close to eye level. "You saying you aren't interested?"

Chris let out another hiss as she leaned down and tongued one of his nipples, sinking her teeth in just enough to make the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "I'm saying I don't want to do this."

Layla's smile was white in the moonlight and feral. She didn't pause as he put his hands on her arms to stop her from kissing his chest. She just pushed her hand into his pants and wrapped her long nails around his cock.

Chris jerked in her fist like he'd been hit with a stun gun. His hands tightened on her arms. "Layla, stop."

Her thumb brushed over the head of his penis, slipping in the dewy moisture there. His hips jerked into that touch involuntarily.

"You don't want me to stop." She whispered and leaned in close to try to kiss him. He averted his head and her lips brushed the corner of his mouth and slid down to suckle at his neck.

He pushed on her arms and she pulled on his cock in answer. He gasped, his back bowing forward as needles of pleasure burst over his skin.

"Stop, Layla." He sounded hoarse.

Layla started stroking him. She milked him with her fist like a pro. His grip loosened and allowed her to slide her other hand down and release the zipper of his pants.

His mind rebelled but his body…god his body was so pent up. He wanted release. At this moment, his body didn't care who was offering it.

She slid her hand in and cupped his sac, rolling him around in her palm. "Mmm. No underwear. Somehow I knew you'd go commando." She practically purred it.

His hands fisted on her arms and pushed her roughly away from him. "I said stop." He was twice her size. Surely he could handle this. His fingers fumbled at the zipper of his pants.

Layla tilted her head to study him in the moonlight. "You holding out for someone else? Is that it?"

Chris shot her a dirty look over his shoulder and he fastened the button of his fatigues.

Layla slid her hands around him from behind and ran them over his chest. "Because if its Sheva. I can promise you she won't be coming for you. I heard her fucking Josh two nights ago. She squeals like a dying pig when she comes."

Chris saw red. He turned and pushed her away so roughly she stumbled.

"Don't talk about her like that. You hear me?"

Layla whistled, low. "You do have it bad for her. Well she doesn't have it bad for you, honey. She's sleeping with Denzel Washington's lost twin. The best you can hope for is being an usher at their wedding."

Chris hissed at her in rage and stomped off toward the camp.

Bullshit. BULL SHIT. Sheva wasn't sleeping with that..that..

But he knew it was probably true. Hell. It'd been a year. Of course she'd moved on. Why not? He couldn't blame her. Could he?

Sheva and Josh were now standing by the firelight laughing together.

The rage in Chris's chest became something close to insanity. Shirtless, he stalked toward them.

Kirk looked up in surprise as he passed and whistled. "That boy is PO'd."

One of the other members of Delta team sitting beside him laughed. "Want to make bets on what he's pissed about?"

Kirk eyed Sheva and Josh. "Nope. I think we both know."

A few steps away from them, he heard Josh say, "I'll have to show it to you sometime. You'd get a kick out of riding it."

That was it. That was enough.

Chris grabbed Sheva's arm and jerked her into step beside him.

"Hey!" Josh called, taking a step forward. "Take your hands off her!"

Sheva held up a hand to keep him in place. "It's okay Josh. He won't hurt me."

Chris practically dragged her into his tent. She stumbled and tried to run to keep pace.

Inside the dimly lit tent, he released her basically flinging her out in front of him.

"You fucking that guy?"

Sheva's face went red with embarrassment and anger. "That's none of your business!"

Chris snarled at her. "I've been inside you honey. I'd say that makes it my business."

Sheva started to move passed him. "I won't listen to this. Not from you."

Chris grabbed her arm and pulled her back, rough enough she knew her arm would be bruised from his fingers.

"Hands off!" She shook her arm to get him to release but he didn't let go.

"I just turned down a very willing woman because I can't get you out of my fucking head. And I find out you've been doing that piece of shit this whole time."

Sheva sneered at him. "I'm so sorry to have cost you a cheap piece of ass. There's still time for you to go get some. Don't hold back on my account."

Chris drove his free hand into her hair and jerked her head back to meet his eyes. "I've fucking ached for you. The whole time we've been apart, I've died thinking about you. And you're off fucking some other guy."

Sheva was simultaneously torn between being elated that he'd missed her so much and pissed that he thought so little of her moral character.

"It's none of your damn business what I do. You cut me out of your life remember? Deal with it!"

Chris shook her, causing her teeth to knock together. "I didn't cut you out of my life, god damnit! I-"

"I said HANDS OFF!" Sheva cut him off by using her free arm to drive her elbow sharp and hard into his solar plexus. Chris released her, doubling over as the air was stolen from his lungs. Sheva spun back and kicked him clean in chest, causing him to stumble backwards and nearly fall down. "You don't own me! I'll see who I want, when I want! And you keep your fucking hands to yourself!"

She raised her arm to swing what would have been a good punch at him and Chris deflected her arm to the side, grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward. She stumbled but recovered, spinning around to try to hit him with a strong back kick. He caught her ankle and spun her like a top, gripping one of her arms to yank it up behind her shoulder blades and pull her into his body.

"Stop trying to hit me!" He shouted into her face.

"Stop breaking my heart!" She retorted and she tried to cram her knee up into his balls to get him to release her.

Chris countered by hooking his ankle behind hers, releasing her arm, and spilling her to the floor. He came down atop her, sandwiching her legs between his.

"I mean it, Sheva! I don't want to hurt you!"

"Well it's too late for that! You've already killed a piece of me!" She grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked. He reared back at the pain and Sheva humped her body upward, knocking him just a little bit off his axis. It was enough to have her rolling him over and climbing atop him to straddle his waist.

She grabbed his wrists and slapped his arms down against the dirt above his head. She wasn't strong enough to hold him like this. Surely she knew that.

But she was panting and pissed and not thinking that clearly. "I hate you!" She spat, lifting his arms up to slap them back against the dirt again. "I hate you!"

And it killed something inside of him to hear it. She let go of his arms to slap him, hard and fast across the face.

He could have stopped it. But he let her do it. Because part of him thought he deserved it.

He tasted blood as his lip split. Sheva reared back to slap him again and he rolled her. This time he slapped her arms over her head and held her wrists with one of his hands, his legs he crammed between hers, forcing her legs open and preventing her from kicking him.

"Sheva, stop it! Stop it!"

Sheva panted, pissed beyond belief. Chris panted, his own rage lost somewhere under the wonder of what she'd said to him.

"I hate you," She spat at him, "I hate you for forgetting about me."

Chris released her arms and pulled back from her. She scrambled away from him.

He put his face in his hands and groaned. "I'm sorry Sheva. Jesus, I'm sorry for it."

"I don't care!" She yelled. "A whole year and not a word from you. I didn't know if you were alive. If you were injured. Or married. Or gone gay. A whole year!"

He rose to his feet and turned toward the door. "I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say."

Chris started toward the door, feeling empty and defeated. He'd done worse then lose her, he'd broken her heart. He'd turned her feelings for him to hatred. He felt sick to his stomach at the idea.

Sheva ran at him, smashing her hands against his back. He stumbled and she grabbed his arm and spun him around. "You don't get to walk out on me twice! I'm not finished with you!"

His lifted his hands up in front of him, a capitulating gesture. "I'm not going to fight you!"

Sheva didn't give him a choice. She kicked out at him and he caught her leg, spinning her away. She reversed the move, threw her ankle behind his and jerked. Chris spilled forward.

He would have gone to his knees had she not caught him.

Sheva grabbed fistfuls of his hair and kissed him.

It took him a second to respond. And then he tried to pull back from that angry mash of her mouth.

He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to have her do this and regret it.

Chris Redfield was on the defensive from amorous female advances twice in one night. It was a record, even for him.

"Sheva! You don't want to do this."

Sheva jerked open her pants and shoved them down. They caught on her boots but she didn't care. She grabbed the front of his and yanked. His zipper, still loose from Layla's earlier pawing hands, came down easily.

Against it or not, his body wasn't. He sprang thick and hard into her hand as she grabbed him.

"Sheva," He gasped as she jerked him roughly, pumping him with mad determination. His body sprang with sweat and Sheva shoved his pants down his hips. They pooled on the floor at his feet. He was bare foot, so they fell away easily as Sheva jerked him forward.

"Wait…Sheva. Wait. Let me-" She did something with her fist, milked him hard and fast and stole the breath right out of his lungs.

"I want you." She practically snarled it. "Right now. Right here. I want you. Tell me no. I dare you."

He might have been a little scared by that if it wasn't so ungodly sexy. And he wanted her. She was the only woman he wanted.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't forget me." Sheva released her grip on his cock and kissed him. This time, he kissed her back. It was wet and facile, full of thrusting tongues and desperation. He slid his hands down the back of her legs and lifted, she opened her legs as he pulled her around him. Her pants and boots were shed somewhere in between and her damp panties pressed against his hard belly as they kissed.

She jerked his head back, looking down into his face as their mouths released. She licked the blood from edge of his mouth. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't forget me." She whispered again and ground her damp panties against the head of his throbbing cock. "And then I'm going to forget you."

His heart hurt at that statement, ached in ways he had no name for. He almost pulled her off him at the pain that thrust into his chest and stayed. But she yanked off her shirt, pressed her soft braless breasts against his chest and he was lost in the feel of her.

He shifted her, thrust his tongue into her mouth as she reached behind her, slid her panties to one side and rose up. In a swift move, she impaled herself on him. He seated himself completely inside her. Sheva cried out and Chris groaned at the feeling of it.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd fucked a girl like this. Not even taking the time to take off her panties. Just shoving them to one side. She was damp and tight and the moistness of her panties brushed against him with each thrust into her body.

Her strong legs lifted and brought her down to impale her on him with a fierceness that robbed him of anything but greed.

He fucked her standing, hard and fast, plowing into her until his arms ached from the effort of lifting her and bringing her down again and her thighs shivered from helping. They spilled to the floor, Chris grabbing her knees to shove them back until they were nearly to her ears and she was open and vulnerable to each thrust of his hips. He buried himself so deeply into her, so sharply, he knew it had to be bordering on pain for her but he didn't care. His cock hit her cervix, retreated, and plowed into her again. When she started writhing, he flipped her over, pulling her up by her hair and covering her from behind.

On hands and knees she was more open to him then ever. He grabbed her hips and yanked her into a frenzied ride, his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her. His hands slid under her, mashed her breasts in his palms, plucked the nipples even as he rode her. She was making a sound not unlike she was dying, keening high in her throat. One hand gripped a breast, the other slid under her to slide into the dampness of her slit and flick expertly over her clit as he thrust hard and fast inside her.

She orgasmed just as he thought she'd scream at him to stop from the pain of such a brutal pounding. The clenching of her around had him thrusting once more until he was buried up to his balls and as deep as her body would allow.

She frantically grabbed at his arm and yanked, even as she writhed and came under him. He had just enough mind to jerk free of her before he came, spilling himself over the long smooth curve of her spine and her delicious ass.

The orgasm nearly ripped him in two. He pulled her body into him, wrapped his arms over her stomach and breasts and held her back to his front as he shuddered from it. Sweat stuck their flesh together as they panted, the silence that filled the air ripe with so many things.

Chris grabbed her jaw and turned her face to the side. Their mouths met in a slow, wet kiss.

He pressed his forehead to hers and breathed. "Sheva…"

She was still shaky from her orgasm. But she started to draw away from him.

"Wait…please."

He held her tight to him and she stopped trying to move. "Sheva…a year ago. Jill…"

Sheva went very still against him. What an idiot she was. Of course. It all made sense now even before he'd even begun explaining. Jill's death. Why hadn't she thought of that before? She'd tried to call at first to talk to him about it but never heard from him. She'd just assumed…

"I cut myself off from everyone. Everyone. It wasn't you. You I wanted more then anyone else on Earth. But I freaked out. I shut down. I'm sorry for it. So sorry."

Sheva freed herself from his arms and rose. "I am too. I liked Jill. I know you two were close."

"We were partners." Chris replied, trying not to feel the loss of her as she gathered her clothing.

"Things are different now, Chris. Whatever the circumstances that brought us here." She slid her top on, started pulling up her pants.

"Is this about Josh?" Chris was in no hurry to get dressed.

Sheva glanced at him. And shrugged. "He's been here for me. He'd like there to be something. I'm dealing with that."

Chris gripped his hands into fists and rose, grabbing his pants. "So this was…what? Goodbye?"

Sheva watched him dress and hated herself for wishing for things that she had no right wishing for. "I don't know. Maybe."

It would be. Of course. When she told him the truth. But she had to tell him.

He had a right to know.

Sheva reached into her pants and withdrew her wallet.

Chris turned to face her. "I love you. Does that matter? I've done nothing but love you for a year now. I fucked up. I hate myself for it. But if there's any chance…"

Sheva shook her head and he hated the tears in her eyes. "I don't know if there's a chance. You'll have to tell me."

Confused, Chris looked down at what she was holding out to him. It was a wallet sized photo. He took it. It was a picture of Sheva grinning and holding an infant.

The baby in the photo couldn't have been more then a few months old and was dressed in cardinal red. It had a stupid looking floppy hat on its head.

Chris lifted his eyes to Sheva's face. It was pale and wide eyed.

Something low in his stomach started to hurt. "Sheva…who is this?"

"That's Gabriel." Sheva whispered. "Your son."

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