The Devil's Bargain

Five:

The Rules of the Fuck Buddy

Raccoon City, 1997

Jill went on her date. She came home around midnight. He was playing Playstation in the living room. Jill glanced at the screen.

"What is this?"

"Some zombie shit. It sucks. The acting is terrible. And the controls are clunky."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. Utter crap. But it's funny. And you get to blow off heads. So that rules. Date go good?"

"Nah. Just friends. He's nice. Just not my type."

"Oh. Skinny and girly?"

"Kiss ass, Redfield."

She went down the hallway. He chuckled and went back to playing the game. Stupid game. But killing zombies was a blast. Who believed in that kind of stupid shit though? Zombies. Ridiculous.

Chris was blasting his way through a hoard of the undead when he saw movement in the hallway. He glanced up, glanced back at the game, "You want some dinner? I had some chicken wings. There's some left in the fridge."

"Not what I'm hungry for."

He glanced over. And his brain fell out his ass.

She was leaning on the wall…stark naked. The hallway light was soft and put shadows in all the right and wrong places. She was tits and ass and torture, clearly. He hadn't even set down the controller.

She said, "You hungry?"

"Starving."

"Come get your chow on, big guy."

And he laughed. He laughed so hard. He loved her. It was official. He loved her. Damnit.

He was still holding the controller. What the fuck for? He tossed the controller and chased her laughing down the hallway.

The next day at work was a mess. Somebody had set off a bomb in the minimart on the corner of Johnson Avenue. They had to go in and clean up the mess. Total nutso disaster. Three dead and multiple injuries. It was the third such bombing in as many weeks.

Tired and dirty, they came home from work and fell onto the couch to sleep. She woke him up on top of him. He laughed and threw her to her back on the floor. They spent the next twenty minutes getting even dirtier. It was utterly disgusting and dirty. She kinda loved him.

The whoopie cushion reappeared. It cropped up during a meeting with both teams and Chief Irons. She moved to get a cup of water while Irons went over slides from the recent cannibal murders that were popping up around the city. She was looking at the reports from the coroner. She sat down.

The whoopie cushion let out a fart so loud in the quiet room that it was almost like a shot. Irons stopped talking. Wesker was standing there with his arms crossed. Someone laughed. Jill was frozen still, horrified.

She hired an actor from the local reparatory theater to pop into the cafeteria on lunch. She started yelling about the crabs he'd given her. It was twice as funny to her as he was clearly, clearly, the master of safe sex. The girl was an A-class actor. She stormed out of the cafeteria and the whole room was a riot of laughter.

He saluted her with his water bottle. She kinda loved him.

He paid a mariachi band to follow he around for an entire day. They followed her wherever she went. They wouldn't leave. They were even there during a meeting with Wesker. Horrified, she said, "I'm sorry, sir."

Wesker just smiled. Apparently…even he could be amused.

They went out on patrol to start canvasing potential locations for the cannibals to be hiding. Chris picked up his binoculars to scan the length of the forest from where they stood. It was a bad idea to go traipsing around the forest near the Arklay Mountains. Wolves weren't uncommon in there and the occasional bear as well.

The mountain range was craggy and beautiful, admittedly. It streaked across the sky in jagged fingers capped with snow. A rich tapestry of creation covered from countryside to forest, offering the view the ability to bird and bug watch or enjoy the sights of god's gift from sky to soil. But if the cannibals were in there hiding, they weren't coming out any time soon. And they needed more than a handful of people searching for them.

Barry said, "We should do a search at least along the outer perimeter. If they are hiding, they won't be far from town. They couldn't go too far in and be able to get back out unnoticed otherwise."

Chris nodded, "They're close by. No lie there. But where?"

He lowered the binoculars. Brad let out a chuckle. Barry snickered. Chris looked at their faces. "What?"

She'd covered his binoculars in something black and sticky. He had raccoon eyes. In Raccoon City. Lord.

He high fived her over hamburgers at dinner.

He went out with Cindy again. She stayed home and played the zombie game. It was really stupid, she mused, shit was on fire in this game. Literally. And the skinny little character she was playing was just running through streets and stuff grabbing ammo.

She yelled, "Hey hey hey! Hey! There's a truck here. A TRUCK. Why can't I get on the truck and drive out of the city? What the fuck."

Chris came home early from his date.

"No luck?"

"No interest. She's nice. But she's too dumb."

"Chris!"

"What?"

"That's my friend!"

"Oh shit. Sorry." He sat down on the floor next to her. She was barreling through some kind of gunshop covered in blood.

"Oh hey! Sweet ass. You beat the hoard huh? By the bus?"

"Yep. Cake. Grenade."

"Nice."

"Yep."

She reached a point where the crows started diving at her in the game. "What's this shit!?"

"I know. Annoying."

She tossed down the controller, pissed. She settled back against him on the floor. She put her head on his shoulder. He curled an arm over hers.

"Sorry, Valentine. It appears the day is not saved."

"I'd save the day. What kind of idiot runs around the streets while the city burns?"

"The type who's skinny with girl hair."

"Clearly."

"No offense but if I come up on a dead body lying on the ground and it gets UP. I'd be running."

"Not me."

"Point, punch, shoot?"

"You got it, sweetcheeks."

"What's wrong with dumb? You telling me every girl you throw that huge dick down to is a road scholar?"

Chris chuckled. "No. But I need something better than spending an hour and a half talking about shopping."

"Oy. I like Cindy too. She's not usually like that."

Oh. OH. It clicked. Cindy had turned him off on purpose. Why? She looked at his face. It was a great fucking face. Maybe she didn't like the personality? Doubtful. Chris was funny and articulate, clearly intelligent, and a gentleman. What wasn't to like? A mystery.

They sat in quiet for a little while. She rubbed his belly. He rubbed her arm. They fell asleep siting there. They woke up curled up together on the floor. She put her hands in his pants and brought him awake to fuck her.

They fell back asleep sweaty and satisfied.

Wesker sent them to patrol the forest. They trudged through it in the mud and the muck. It was rainy and humid and gross. Spring had given way to the beginning of an ugly summer. Clearly. The rain came and stayed for a week straight.

No bikes. No football. No fun.

They laid on the floor in the living room throwing the hackie sack up and taking turns catching it. Chris said, "Date night?"

"Nah. Some dude asked me out last week. Boring."

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah."

"What was the problem?"

"He was all about trying to get in my pants, man. I like aggressive to a point but come on. Get your hand out of my pants and go away."

"You want me to kick his ass?"

Jill laughed and rolled her head. They were lying side by side sorta but upside down. Their heads were side by side on the floor. She kissed his cheek. "No, big softie. I'll be just fine."

He caught her face and the hackie sack plopped onto her belly.

"You made me miss."

"You should take me outside and horsewhip me."

"I should. That games been going on for like forty five minutes."

He studied her in the muted gray lighting from outside. Thunder rumbled quietly and the rain was soft and quiet on the rooftop. The kitchen was dripping somewhere and they had a bucket under the drip on the floor. It plopped softly.

Her eyes lilted at the corners and made her face. Really. She had sleek, strong brows over a little pert nose. She had just a suggestion of a cleft in her chin. She was strong featured with high cheekbones. Those big eyes though. That was the kicker.

She studied him as well. She could see the fine hairs on his cheeks this close. If he didn't shave daily, he was sporting a five o'clock shadow by 8 am. And a full on beard in a week and a half. His hair was so black when you were close to him. But the hints of red were there mixed in. She could look at him all day. He had a set of heavy eyebrows that complimented those gorgeous eyes. In the soggy lighting, they were a rich dark gray. The heavy handed blade of his nose was a strong tie to the Lakota blood on his Dad's side. He was all strong angles and sharp lines. He had a jaw made to take a fist..or fuck you raw…respectively.

She shifted a little where she laid, getting a little excited.

He lifted a brow at her. "You gotta pee or what?"

"Not exactly," And she laughed. "I'm worried about tomorrow."

"Why?"

"It's our first real mission. We've done some stuff. Yeah. But they're sending us up the mountain tomorrow. It's going to be rough. No more hand holding. Just…go get it done. And in the pouring rain no less."

"It'll be lame, Jill. Honestly. I hiked all over hell and back in the service. It's mostly a lot of gear and a lot of walking. Nothing ever really happens. I threw down in a fight maybe three times the whole time I was in it. We'll probably do this job for a hundred years and it won't be exciting. What kind of shit happens in a place called Raccoon City? Rat infestation?"

Jill snickered.

"Critters out of control! Call for the STARS!"

Jill watched his face while he talked. She kinda loved watching his face. His teeth were fucking perfect in that dirty mouth of his.

"Oh my god! They ran out of soap at the Wash 'N Go! Someone bring in the National Guard!"

"You're so dumb."

"Cheese and rice, the Apple Inn is over run with bedbugs! Yikes!"

Cheese and rice. He was always saying stuff like that. And calling her Jilly Bean. Which was stupid and she loved it.

"Something could happen."

"What? Honestly? Bears? I can handle a bear."

And now she laughed, watching his face. "Oh. This should be good. How do you handle a bear?"

"Get up."

They got to their feet. Chris rolled his shoulders. Jill rolled hers. "Ok. I'm the bear. Grab me."

"….because I would so often GRAB a bear. Why am I grabbing a bear?"

"Grab me. Come on. Do it."

"No way. You'll hurt me."

"Pfft. I've never hurt a woman in my life."

"Tell that to my hoohah, big guy. It would beg to differ."

He looked at her, considering. And glanced at her in that tiny little shirt she was wearing. She wasn't wearing a bra. Obviously. And her nipples told him she was happy thinking about her hoohah and him joining forces.

"Just attack me, Jill. And grab me like a bear."

She shrugged and moved to grab him. He grabbed her by the front of her shirt and jerked her against him. She gasped and leapt. Her legs wrapped around him. He carried her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed.

"That's how you fight a bear?" And she was laughing.

"If the bear had your ass, probably. You want to watch tv?"

"Are you kidding? Take off your pants."

"You're my best friend."

Jill laughed and he threw off his clothes. She watched him hobble around to lose a sock and thought, not for the first time, how cute that ass of his was. He sorta fell over and she laughed again.

"You're all left feet, Red. Seriously."

"I tend to be more graceful when I'm not rock hard and looking to mount you like a prize pony."

Jill wiggled out of her panties and left on the little undershirt she was wearing. He finally got his sock off and turned to say something. And she had one hand on herself getting down.

He blinked, blinked again, and said, "You are the hottest woman in the world."

She laughed, breathily. What was worse? He kept standing there watching her. She gasped, shivering, and worked herself watching him.

Cheese and rice, he thought, how was he supposed to do this thing here with her? He was kinda obsessed with her. It was like being fifteen and getting on a girl for the first time. He dug it. But he was pretty sure it was breaking the rules to do it.

What the fuck, he thought, who gave a shit?

Jill watched his face. He was something, she mused desperately as she pushed herself toward her own release, no bullshit. Just standing there watching her with those hot, hot eyes. Lord. She started to pull her hand back and he said, "No. Keep going. Get yourself all wet and slick. Make yourself come. I'm gonna put my mouth on you when you're soaking wet and taste you."

Holy hell. That worked. She was done. She came, bucking and gasping.

And he was a man of his word. He put his hands on her breasts under the shirt she was wearing and played with her while he licked her. She hadn't even stopped coming yet when he started. It was insane.

He was the most hands on guy she'd ever been with. He was all touch and drive. And that tongue! It was a wizard. It cast a spell on her and left her jerking and dying. He didn't just go down, he went down like he was kicking in doors and blowing shit up. Chris Redfield only knew one way to go and he did it like a porn star.

He held her hips and buried his face against her, rolling in her and driving her closer to the edge. He lifted his head to look at her, "You wanna get fucked?"

God almighty. He had the filthiest mouth on earth. She nodded, half insane for him.

He got the condom.

She was so wet it felt amazing for him to mount her. He filled her so full she wanted to come apart screaming from it. He anchored her to the bed and rode her hard. Her socks knocked against his ass as he drilled her. Her jerked her little shirt over her head and it trapped her arms behind her head. He set his teeth to her and savaged the hell out of her breasts.

She was hoarse and hadn't remembered screaming his name but she must have because she came apart doing it.

She was the sexiest woman alive, hands down. He was crazy about her. Nuts. In it. Lost. He wanted to fuck her raw and leave her upside down pretty much 24/7. He loved her laugh and her stupid pranks. He loved her.

A cool breeze blew across them from the open window.

What had his Dad said? The wind was bringing something?

That was it. He thought as she rolled and came above him. Her hands slid over his slick chest and stopped. She lifted and lowered herself on his body like a wild thing. He grabbed her throat and pulled her down to kiss him. She was it for him.

He was so into her it was probably stupid. But there it was.

Jill gasped and dug her nails into his chest. He sucked air between his teeth and hissed. They rolled again and she was on all fours. He bit her back and fucked her so hard it had to hurt. It had to. But she didn't do anything but buck back against him and beg for more.

He didn't think she could get any hotter. She burned everything she touched. She was the hottest thing alive. He watched himself fucking her in the mirror beyond the bed. Her little bubble butt slapping back against his groin. He grabbed her hair and turned her head to see it.

She gasped, grunted, and laughed. "Jesus that's dirty."

"…christ. You're beautiful." And she was. She so was. Slick and wet and with that little white undershirt half hanging off her. She had the face of a Grecian goddess and the body of a playboy bunny. She was curvy hips and curvy butt and sex. She was a fucking fifteen not a twelve. He watched her face in the mirror while he went in and out of her.

Her mouth was open, her eyes glazed, she had a tangle of hair in her eyes. But she held his gaze in that mirror. And stole his fucking breath with it.

She watched the muscles in his stomach clench and flex. His arms did the same as he pulled her back and forth on his body. She wanted something. Something. And didn't know what.

He lifted his hand and brought it down on her ass. The smack was loud and echoing in the quiet room. And she mewled as it rang up her spine. Ok, she thought, that was it. She was done. She came apart around him shoving against him so hard she nearly knocked him off her.

His hands curled under her and drew her up against his front, playing with her breasts. He turned her face and kissed her, tongue and slick want. She reached a hand around him and drove her nails into his ass. He curved one hand down and over her groin, spreading it over her where he was buried in her body. He flicked her with his fingers and felt himself go in and out of her while she came, spasming and gasping into his mouth. He went after her, grunting, cursing a little.

They shuddered together, stuck with sweat. She started to come down from the high and say something witty and sexy or funny. He grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her mouth back to him. And he didn't just kiss her, she thought wildly, he raped her mouth. It was wet and very deep and very possessive. He kept that hand on her groin, holding her against him and keeping himself inside her while he finished coming.

When he let go of her hair, she gasped, shivering. He slid his hand over her slick chest and palmed one breast, rolling it. And then his hand splayed on her chest and stayed there. She went very still against him. He was feeling her heart hammer in her chest.

She opened her eyes. And he was looking at her.

He was always looking at her so it wasn't that. It wasn't. It was what was on his face. They were both panting and slick, hot and used up. In the mirror, she looked small and girly next to him. He wasn't big, not by any means, but he had the build for it. His shoulders could carry more muscle if he wanted. And he was clearly trying to get there. He was tall, which made her feel small and feminine, but it wasn't that either. It was his eyes. They kept looking at her mouth.

He'd kissed her plenty. Why was now different, she thought? And then she felt it. She felt him lower his head and kiss her. His arm shifted off her groin and around her waist. The one on her chest slid up into her hair. And he rolled her. He rolled her around.

She made some sound tunneled her fingers into his hair. His arms wrapped around her and slid down her back to her butt. He pulled her against him on their knees on the bed. Oh, she thought, oh oh oh. Like that night at the bar. Like now. Oh.

Bad.

But good.

Kissing wasn't against the rules, she thought desperately, but maybe it should have been. He kissed her like he'd fill her up and burst her open with it. She leaned back, holding his face. He darted his eyes back and forth over her. She whispered, "Jesus, Chris."

And he kissed her again. Eyes open. Eye open and held on hers.

Oh, she thought again, oh oh oh.

He let her go and she fell back on the bed, panting.

The rain was still hitting the roof softly and steadily. She looked at him on his knees above her. This was a flag on the play, clearly, in violation of the agreement.

Nothing good could come from it.

And she opened her arms to him anyway.