The Devil's Bargain

Three:

The Freight Train

Raccoon City, 1997

She lead him up the narrow staircase to her room. She wasn't nervous. Which was odd to start with. And even more than that, she believed him. Chris was no bullshit. No drama. He wouldn't make this weird. He'd probably make it amazing.

She opened the door to the room and tossed her keys on the rickety table in the kitchen. The room was small, sparse, and had little pieces of her all over it. It was painted blue on one wall. It had a faded and falling apart sofa in green. It had magazines for guns and girly shirt on the scratched up and sagging coffee table. She had shoes like butterflies marking the line of death from one end to the other.

Jill was disorganized on a good day. Her apartment reflected her I don't give a fuck mind set. She had no family pictures anywhere. She had nothing that said some come from anywhere. Clothes were tossed in random locations. She tossed her coat over a chair in the kitchen.

She popped a tape into her little tape player and turned to look at him. "Ground rules?"

Curious, Chris leaned on the wall to watch her. "Why not?"

"No, I love you. We work together. It complicates things. And Wesker? That creep would probably love to fire us for mixing work and play."

Interesting. He said, "He totally would. Yesterday? I swear he was trying to watch me pee."

"That's not even true."

"God's truth."

Jill chuckled, "You agree to rule one?"

"Ok. No problem. What else?" And now he moved around the apartment, glancing at the things he saw. She had a disassembled piece on the top of a magazine, mid clean. She had a set of expensive lock picks on the kitchen counter. A shoulder holster was hanging by the door.

"No jealousy."

"You gonna follow that rule too?"

She laughed a little. "Yeah I am. You're not mine. We're just friends."

"Friends." He watched her face. She meant it. Interesting.

"Friends that kiss."

"Sure. Friends that kiss. Anything else?"

"Yeah. You want a drink?"

"Yep."

She pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and went to get glasses. Chris snorted, "Fuck the glasses. Bring the bottle."

"A man after my own heart."

They both took a swig of it. It burned as it went down. The music on the boombox was AC/DC. They were clearly wanting him to shake her all night long. He lifted his brow at her. "Interesting music choice. You setting me up for something here?"

"That's the idea. You want to play this game, Redfield? Could get kinda dangerous."

Oh yeah he did.

"Your ball, Valentine. How do you want to play it?"

Jill said, "Take off your sweatshirt. Stay awhile."

"Fuck buddies?"

"You ok with that?"

Chris laughed, loudly. He tossed his sweatshirt off and shrugged, "Is there a guy in Raccoon City who'd say no?"

"I'm sure there is."

"He's probably an asshole. Or an idiot. Or both."

Jill chuckled. She shucked off her top. He jerked his belt free of his pants. Jill laughed and kicked off her boots. Chris threw his off toward the kitchen.

Jill pulled off her pants and kicked them aside. She faced him in her bra and panties.

Chris dropped his jeans and stood there in his boxers.

She was perfect, he thought, she was all big tits and curvy hips and long legs. Hourglass, they called that. She was the perfect hourglass. He couldn't wait to get his mouth on her. He bet she tasted like wet, hot, slick need.

Apparently they were doing an eye for an eye. Jill watched him, "What's this game?"

"Your game. Your move."

"Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want."

Jill reached to the clasp on her bra and released it, sliding it down her arms to the floor. And there it was, she thought, there was the fire. It flickered bright in those blue eyes. They locked eyes and held them. He would always be the guy that got it, he simply got it. He let her make the moves. Her nipples were already hard and excited. He noticed and she was very aware of it.

It was something to stand on opposite sides of the room and face each other mostly naked. Chris kicked aside his jeans and pulled off his socks. Jill laughed a little. Shrugging, she pulled her panties down her legs.

Chris shrugged too and copied her. They both stood there looking at each other. Chris said, finally, "This is the best friendship I've ever had."

Jill laughed, loudly and nodded, "It is. Food, booze, and fucking. Best friends forever?"

"I'm thinkin so. I had a best friend in junior high who had a pool. This is better."

"Yeah? You got wet in a pool though."

"I'll get wet in you too."

That worked. She was turned on. She'd been almost there. The dirty talk finished her off. She eyed him. He waited but he was very, very ready for her. He was also HUGE. And it made her breath come fast and frightened and excited.

"Your dick is enormous."

Chris laughed, delighted. "I warned you. You're gonna figure out I don't lie one of these days. Want to back out, Valentine?"

"Please. I love a challenge. I did think you were flirting though and maybe exaggerating a little. Clearly not. You planning to be gentle?"

"Are you kidding? I'm going to rip you in half."

Oh dear lord. She nearly came just thinking about it. His flirting in the RPD, not flirting she realized. He'd meant it. He was hung and had probably made girls bowlegged his whole life. How was he not married and raising eight hundred babies by now? He was the total package WITH the total package.

"Last chance to decline, buddy. No hard feelings."

"I'm planning lots of hard feelings, Redfield. And you promised a lot of things. Not sure you're gonna live up to that talk."

"Try me. I'm a man of my word."

"Oh yeah?"

"Always?"

"Always."

"Freight train?" She asked sweetly.

"You got it, dollface."

"Prove it."

"Done." Chris moved toward her. He grabbed her and threw her against the wall. She hit hard and gasped, losing her breath. He didn't stop. He filled one hand with one of those tits he'd wanted to see and didn't give her a chance to change her mind.

Freight train, he'd said. He'd meant it. He cupped his hand over her groin and looked at her in surprise.

She gasped, moving against his hand. "What?" It was breathy and soft.

He said, with wonder, "You're already wet."

"Yeah. I'm a big fan of the dirty talk."

"Obviously. You're the best friend I ever had."

And she laughed, loving him a little.

He thrust his fingers into her and kept her against the wall while he shoved her up the edge of pleasure. He didn't just give her an orgasm…nope. He forced her to one whether she wanted it or not. It was crude and almost too dirty. Jill was laughing and dying at the same time. That's what sex looked like when no one was looking for a relationship. She didn't think he was lying now. Nope. Prove it, she'd said.

He caught her hands and planted them above her head. His other hand played with her breasts like he meant business. He stroked them, plucked them, and put his teeth on them. She gasped, a little insane from it.

He said, "Why do you dress like you do?" Harsh, hoarse. She met his eyes.

"What?"

"You cover yourself up so no one looks. Why? You're fucking perfect."

Oh. She felt herself blush a little. And she charmed the hell out of him with it. He rolled one of those tits in his palm to watch her feel it. She was model beautiful, true, but it wasn't that. He'd never met a woman like her in his life. She was spark and flame and fire and fun. He wanted to be her fuck buddy like he'd probably never wanted anything else.

"I'm not. Really. I'm not."

"Whatever. I'm looking at you, Valentine. I'm seeing a lot of perfect." Chris skimmed the backs of his fingers over her taut belly. He fluttered his fingers against the creamy heat of her. He watched her eyes cross a little and laughed, "Yeah. Perfect."

"Obviously not for Greg."

"I told you that guy was a turd. What a stupid bastard. Thank god. Or you wouldn't be here with me."

Jill watched his face and couldn't think of any place else she'd rather be in that moment. How did he do that? Talk so simply and look at her like that? Like she was something to eat.

Chris put his tongue to one nipple and watched it crest, excited for him. He added, gruffly, "Thank god for Greg the stupid bastard."

She laughed and it ended on a gasp as he suckled her and played that hand between her legs almost gently. She shivered, moving against his hand that bound her to the wall. He shook his head, letting go of her nipple so her breast bounced a little.

"Not you. Not yet. Me."

"I thought this was my game."

"It's your game. But it's my move. So you wait."

Oh she liked that. She liked that a lot. She gasped a little as he thrust a finger into her. And he liked this, he thought, he liked her being wet and ready. He liked her passion. It was good to be with a woman who didn't wait for him to give her all the right moves.

Freight train, he'd said, he was that. But he was also unexpectedly gentle. He lowered his mouth and kissed her, giving her his tongue in a rhythm that rocked her even as he stroked her. He popped their mouths apart and watched her face.

She shivered from the intensity of it. "What now?" It was a whisper from her.

"Still me. You ready?"

"For?"

"This. All of it."

"Oh yeah. I'm ready."

"I'm a man of my word, Jill. Fair warning."

He dropped to his knees and threw her leg over his shoulder and put his mouth on her. It was so unexpected that she couldn't do anything but come apart where she stood. He wasn't a liar, she thought desperately, he ate pussy like he was born to do it.

He was tongue and teeth and madness. He licked her and lapped her and left her sweating. He knew what he was doing, no lie. He drove his fingers into her when she bowed and sucked her clit like he was trying to own it. When she started to collapse on her one shaky leg, he caught her around the hips and put her on the floor. But he didn't stop.

She drove her fingers into his hair and bucked against his face. Those ten foot legs of hers were over his shoulders and shaking like a leaf. He laughed against her a little and it felt like a vibrator inside her body. When she was close and making sounds like an animal, he flipped her over and jerked her up on all fours and went at her again from behind. His tongue was like a demon, thrusting and fucking her body like some kind of evil being. It wanted her to come screaming around it while he buried his face in the taste of her and made her take more of it.

She bucked, bucked, making sounds that had him so hard he was pretty sure his dick was going to fall off and land on the floor. He rose up and filled her full of his fingers, grabbing her hip to drive her back on his hand. Freight train was right, she thought desperately, as she hit the edge of the orgasm he was forcing on her and burst free of the other side.

Jesus, Chris thought madly, she was a wild and crazy thing. She wanted it like a guy, hot and hard and endless. She let go like a porn star, screaming, and slapping that perfect ass back against his hand while he drove his fingers into the heat of her. He'd never touched a girl like her before. One, never, ever one that wasn't even a ten but a twelve, and never one that made him pretty sure he was going to never get enough of her.

She came wet and hot around his hand, gasping, cursing and shoving against his questing digits like a thing possessed. He felt her body suck his fingers in and hold them there, spasming and making him crazy for her. He knew he was in trouble the second he'd touched her of course but he didn't care. Didn't give a rats ass about any of that. He didn't dwell in regret and he didn't worry about what came next. Ever.

He pulled his fingers free of her wet, hot sheath and looped an arm around her waist. He picked her up, still jerking and twitching, and carried her with one arm and her back to his front. He carried her to the bedroom. Which was little more than a mattress on the floor.

He tossed her on the bed and came down on top of her. She grabbed at him and yanked his mouth to her. They shared the taste of her between them like a heady thing. He held her down with a hand on her collarbone and drove his fingers into her again, faster, harder, deeper.

Jill scrambled her legs open wider, shaking and bowing. Her hand fisted around him and jerked, bringing a grunt from him that made her laugh. He was impossibly thick, almost scary thick. And she liked it. Loved it. And craved it.

She shoved him to his back on the mattress and put her mouth on him. He was nearly ridiculously big so she worked for each inch she won to get him in her mouth. No wonder he was so arrogant and cocky about his success with women. He had a porn star cock and it was nearly as beautiful as it was meaty and hungry for her. Mr. Cocky indeed.

He watched her go to town on his body. She was good at it, probably the best that had ever done it. She didn't try to take too much but she used tongue and lips and the wet of her mouth to make him insane. She put her teeth to him, just a little, and he nearly came in her mouth.

Delighted, he laughed, and pulled her mouth off him. "Not like that, Valentine."

"Why not?"

"Not yet." He threw her to her back on the bed and made her laugh. She opened her legs and he rose to his knees between them. He ran his hands down the inside of her thighs and thumbed the wet heat of her. She gasped, eyes flaring. He rubbed the head of himself against the creamy heat of her and shoved her legs open wider to watch himself do it.

She laughed a little, watching his face.

"What?"

"How do you do that?"

"What's that?" He dragged himself down her slit and she lost her train of thought and jerked toward him. He laughed now, hoarsely.

"Look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you're going to fuck me stupid."

"I am. I promised I'd rip you in half. You ready?"

"God yes."

He rolled off the bed and surprised the hell out of her. She blinked as he left the room. She heard the clock tick over the bed. And back he came. He climbed onto the bed with a condom in his hand.

Oh. Goodness. He was…a gentleman? Something. It touched her that he'd thought of it.

She said, "Should I be insulted?"

He rubbed himself over her body again and she gasped, shivering.

"Why? I'm a good boy."

"Me too. I'm not dirty, Chris."

He glanced at her face, surprised. "I didn't think you were…well you kinda are."

"I just mean..I'm clean."

"Ah. Yeah. Me too. This is so you don't get fat and pregnant. I can't fuck you fat and pregnant. Well I still would because I'm a good dude like that."

Jill laughed, loving him a little. "What a guy."

He slid the condom on and rubbed himself over her. Admittedly, it didn't have the same intensity as before but she appreciated the effort. He pushed a little into her body and brought her eyes flaring wide.

"Yeah. That's usually the first reaction." He was trembling but held himself still. He caught her hands and put them above her head, holding her down. "I'll take it easy."

She shivered, watching his face. She said, softly, "Don't."

"What?"

"Freight train. Remember?"

"You're not ready for me."

"Really?" She eyed his face, feeling the pump and thrill and killing roll of want there. He was nearly painfully good looking. Those eyes were all kinds of blue and green. "Try me."

"I'll hurt you." And he liked the idea of it. She saw that all over him. He wanted to hurt her. And she wanted it too.

She whispered, "Promises promises."

He let go of her wrists and grabbed her throat, thumb stroking the soft skin between chin and neck. "You are a dirty little thing, Jill Valentine."

"Yeah I am. Stop talking and fuck me."

She was the best friend he'd ever had.

He took her at her word. He drove himself into her so hard, so fast and deep, that it was just pain. It was really just pain for her. It ripped a scream from her mouth and a grunt from him. He slapped against her ass with a shivering, meaty sound. Her hand scrambled at him and tried to push him off and out of her without her even knowing it.

The second she realized she was shoving him away, she opened her legs wider and grabbed his ass instead, rolling him inside of her body. The pain blended on the pleasure and poised there, perfect and sinful. His face was half dark greed and half sorry he'd hurt her. It was a wonderful combination.

She rasped, "Freight train. Do it."

Chris dropped down on top of her, bracketed her head with his arms in a push up motion, and plowed himself into her. At first, it was all sharp and terrible pain. It raped her raw and had her screaming beneath him. She tried to push him off and he slapped her hands to the side and finally shoved them over head. And he took her at her word. He didn't stop.

Somewhere about the fourth thrust, the pain hit the pleasure center in her body and mashed. She rose to meet him, taking the thick meat of him into her body like a desperate thing. The wetness of her eased his way as she raced toward orgasm. He hammered her so hard it was like running ten miles at full speed. When she was close and screaming, he eased out and then eased back in, prolonging it for her. She ached, pulsing around him, her body wanted a good deep dicking, he thought objectively, but her brain was telling her it was too much.

So he eased the pace and pleased them both with that too.

He let go of her hands and they slid over his back, holding on to him. He rolled his face to her and kissed her, slow and deep. Her mouth sucked his tongue and her body sucked his dick. She had him from both ends and stole his soul with it.

Liar, his brain said, you're not looking for friends with benefits. You are so into this girl it's pathetic. What's next? You going to write poetry on the bathroom stall for her?

He eased back to look at her. She held his eyes as he plunged into her, rode out and back in again. He watched her face while he fucked her, steady and deep. He went all in, like he was known to do, he went all in with each thrust. She took him, every inch, and met him thrust for thrust. She was amazing and beautiful and fucked like a guy without coy smiles or flirtation. She was fucking perfect.

Chris felt her clenched around him, hard and fast and he increased the rhythm, driving her into the bed while she came. She came apart in his arms, bucking and sucking him into her body like a well paid whore. He came just from looking at her, watching her gasp and bow and feeling her hump and jerk around him. He forced her to hold his eyes while he came and while he did he hated the condom that stood between them. He wanted to see her eyes while he filled her up. It was the first time he'd ever felt that way before.

And he pictured her fat and pregnant. And he liked that too.

Shit, he thought, so it was gonna be like that for him apparently.

She gasped, twitching beneath him. He pumped once more into her and collapsed on top of her. She grunted, laughing a little.

They were both so soaked in sweat she thought they'd get stuck together that way.

He said, against her neck, while her body let her know how sore she was going to be, "You are my best friend in the world."

Jill laughed, letting her arms flop to the sides. "Same. Jesus, you weren't lying."

"I seldom do."

"I won't walk right for a week."

"That's the idea."

"How in the hell has no girl snapped you up yet?"

"I've been waiting for you, clearly."

She blinked and he leaned back, grinning at her. She rolled her eyes. He pulled out of her and she gasped, feeling the soreness in her belly and groin. It was good. It was really good. But it was going to ache like hell for days.

He went into the bathroom to get rid of the condom. It was interesting that she didn't like the condom. She always used them. Always with lovers. Why did she not like it with him? It was the dirty factor, true, and the dirty thoughts about feeling all that cock inside of her bare and hot…but what else? What was it?

He came back into the bedroom and leapt on the bed, bouncing down beside her. She rolled to face him. He lifted hand and tucked her sweaty hair behind her ear. His hand lingered and stroked her cheek.

She lifted a brow at him. "You getting mushy on me?"

"Nope. That's a negative on the sweet stuff, Valentine."

"Good. That would go against the rules."

"True."

They stayed that way for a long moment. Finally, Chris said, "I should go. The rooster crows early and demands we go to work with Captain Creep Ass."

"That's very true. He's got us doing that simulation shit again tomorrow too. What's the deal with that? What does he think we're going to be fighting? Drunks are seldom that good in a fight. Do we need to do karate to kick their asses?"

"Apparently. Fuck the karate stuff. Point, punch, shoot. That's my thing."

"You're all subtle and class, Red. Seriously. But you should stay here."

He liked the nick name. It made him feel funny in places. "Yeah?"

"Sure. Big bed, small girl..stay. It's cool."

"Sounds good to me, Jilly Bean. I'm lazy. And clearly my car is a garbled piece of shit that may explode at any moment."

Jill laughed and rose. "Shower?"

"Together? Is that against the rules?"

"Don't think so. Pretty sure the rules are flexible about showering."

"Right on."

They showered easily. And laughed. Her shower was very small and not really made for two people. He ended up falling out and taking the curtain with him. He was not a man given to grace, clearly. Point, punch, shoot was about as graceful as he got. She was still laughing when they changed the sweaty sheets on her bed and got in it.

They fell asleep facing each other. He slept on his back, arms cocked and hands up. She watched him, kinda crushing on him. And she slipped her hand into his to see. Even in sleep, he curled his around hers and held on.

Interested, she shifted closer. He opened one eye, smiled, and pulled her over. She curled against his side and wrapped her arm over his chest. She slid her leg over his and curled around his thigh. He liked that and smiled. She fell asleep with her ear over his heart.

The little broken window beside her bed pushed a cold breeze of them as they lay and told Chris, as he drifted into sleep holding her, that something was coming. He was just hoping it was going to be Jill Valentine...again and again.

Somewhere in the bowels of Raccoon City, evil had started to breed. It was, at first, something simple and curious. It was a thought that became a nightmare.

The man sitting at the computer had their pictures sitting side by side. He was rolling a paperweight in his palm and considering. The research and data was complete and interesting. It had them nearly neck and neck in terms of skill. The boy, of course, was better dedicated to the cause that he would drive them toward. The girl? She had a darkness in that was waiting for him to guide it toward the surface.

He would use her to destroy the boy. And use the data collected to serve the greater good. And it was time to start the ball rolling on the master plan.

And so Albert Wesker did, what Albert Wesker was known to do, he instituted an outbreak…and sentenced a city to death…with a single push of a button.