Warning: Lewd stuff happens this chapter.
Story: Quicken, Question, Quantify
Chapter Eight: Forge - Counterpoint
"Lust is a tool, desire a trap. Wield the first, and you can take someone's soul. Fall into the second, and they can take yours…"
-Riley Shane, Blood Rose
July 17th – 18th, 1998 – New York City:
There was a certain satisfaction that accompanied the crunch of bone when I kicked a man in the chest. Knowing that regardless of where they landed after their flight through the air, they would be in pain and broken. I smirked slightly as the men pointed guns at me, they didn't know whom they were dealing with. I moved too quickly for their eyes to follow, dodging the bullets they thought would save them and coming up to smash one in the face with the palm of my hand as I shot a second then kicked him into the third.
We'd been tracking Birkin's possible next steps and the trail had led me here. Though I should have expected a trap I had to hand it to Birkin for not making this easy. I'd left the girl in the car; she wasn't up to this level of combat. A few more shots rang into more goons that entered the room, but others opened enough fire that I had to duck behind a filing cabinet. Even I could only dodge so much, and I needed to reload. Was this all they could do? They didn't even have a full asset on hand to challenge me. It was a matter of time, but I still didn't want to waste it. I threw a grenade toward the hall, chuckling at the squeal of recognition before the voice cut off with the explosion. I walked into a side office and up to a desk. Typing a few keys. I didn't still have a login, but people were horrible with cyber security – there was a small postit on the desk that got me access. I paused typing long enough to shoot two more men then returned to it, dodging a few shots from further back up. How many people had they put here?
"Downstairs too, there's another one. Take that one alive." I heard the order, frowning. She'd come in after I told her not to. She really needed to learn to follow orders. I sent several files out to a few different emails I could check later at my leisure, slipping a disk into the tray to copy others. One of the combatants gave up on trying to shoot me and ran inside at me. I used my free hand to catch their punch then shifted back to trip them, tossing them into the wall with their own momentum before shooting them several times.
The second had joined him and punched me in the face, causing my head to flip to the side before I turned it slowly back to him. Smirking as he widened his eyes. He went flying a moment later, several more broken bones than he'd arrived with.
"Wesker!" The girl's voice drew my attention. She was definitely the one they wanted alive. I sighed lightly and glanced to the screen; it had just hit the finalization complete phase when I pushed the button to get the cd out. Slipping it into a case before pocketing it. I'd skimmed enough of the conversations to know where Birkin was headed next. I heard more noise and stalked back outside, shooting a man and jumping out of the way of an automatic that went wild into the floor before moving across the room to knee the shooter in the face. None of them could deal with my speed. I didn't waste time seeing if I'd finished him off. I was already half way down the steps.
A man held a gun toward the girl, threatening her. She was already injured, blood thick on her pant leg. I relocated the thug across the room before he knew he'd been hit. She glanced between me and the guy, clearly impressed despite the pain evident in the way she scrunched up her eyes.
"You're hurt. You need to put pressure on that." I directed, turning toward the steps to raise my gun in case more goons tumbled down to meet death.
"How aren't you?" She grunted, pressing on her leg.
"Why did you come in?" Another fell, they weren't even making this a challenge other than the girl. Did she have to be so troublesome?
"Well, it sounded like you were in trouble." She snipped back, clearly unhappy. "All the gunshots and yelling."
"Negotiations went sideways." I shrugged. "I got the information I need to follow Birkin, though he'll be aware soon. You ready? I think I'll need to lift you again."
I smirked at her eyeroll, a good sign if she could still show frustration. As soon as she agreed, I took her outside. I had her in the car and was driving away probably before she knew what had happened. A few shots echoed behind us, but we were free of their little attempt now.
"Fuck, this hurts…" She didn't curse too often that I'd heard, so I believed it. There was still blood coming out. It was mild now, she hadn't gotten hit in an artery. "Can we go to a hospital?"
"I can take care of a wound like that." I answered, weaving through traffic, I'd gotten to enjoying the heightened reflexes that had come with my many other improvements. I couldn't run this high for long before needing a break but I liked when I could. I'd weighted out some possible down spaces in case of a situation like this so I pulled into one of those and leaned over to look at the wound critically.
"No exit wound, bullet's still inside. I'll need to dig it out." I reached up to rip the jeans from her leg. "You might pass out."
"I hope so." She answered. I understood the sentiment since I'd been shot before. I pulled out the first aid kit. I dug around in the back seat for my spare belt and held it up to her mouth. "Put this between your teeth."
She did as I put on gloves. Then threw her head back and closed her eyes when I reached in to feel for the bullet. Groaning or grunting as I moved. I made it as quick as possible, using tongs to get the bullet as she moaned.
"You can scream if you like." I commented, moving on from retrieving the bullet to the string and hook I'd use to close the wound. She let out a series of whines through the belt I expected weren't well-intended. "Now, now. Miss Higurashi, such language."
"Fuck you, Wesker." She breathed out, dropping the belt. I laughed.
"You'll probably want some sort of infusion. You've lost a lot of blood. Do you know your blood type?" I nodded at the stitching I'd done, it was rather good.
"AB." She managed shakily.
"Just have to be difficult…" He remarked. "I have O, but I don't think I'd be a good idea."
With the virus curling through my blood, I didn't know how it would affect her. I doubted she'd be in danger from what Birkin had said but I also didn't know what might happen.
"A hospital would have been a great plan." She snarked.
"We can't do a hospital…hey, stay awake." I reached over to move her seat up, the motion making her open her eyes again. "You are even paler than usual."
She'd lost a lot of blood, more than I'd first estimated. Her eyes were having a hard time keeping focus.
"I don't know if you blood would even help." She said, her voice exhausted.
"I could break into a hospital blood bank." I started the car, time was of the essence. Surprised she grabbed my hand.
"It's fine. You do it then. You know how right? I didn't react to the virus before, I shouldn't now." Her voice was uneven, slurring as though she'd had a few too many drinks as she tried to open up the sleeve of my shirt.
"It was an observation. I wasn't serious. I should find somewhere to steal the blood. You can wait a bit if you can still talk you can get to a, dammit. Stay awake." I shook her lightly, but her eyes didn't open this time. I scowled and killed the engine again, reaching back into the first aid box. I had the equipment she spoke of. It didn't take too long to set it up and open my vein so my blood would leak into a bag between us, then into her blood. I hadn't really wanted to share the virus in my veins, but I wasn't going to give up an asset I'd put so much time into either. Her pulse was weak but present, growing a few minutes after I started the transfusion.
"Kagome." I tried her name a few times before she finally opened her eyes. They weren't focused, and for a moment I thought I might have a zombie on my hands. "Can you understand me?"
"MmmHmm…" She managed. "What's wrong?"
Had she forgotten?
"Other than being shot and needing a direct transfusion?" I smirked when she blinked down to her leg. It was already closed. The virus I possessed was augmenting her as well. She stared at my makeshift wiring and blood system, nervousness setting in.
"I don't feel different." She muttered. "I mean, I do, but I still feel like myself."
"Oh?" I was adjusting the bags to keep the transfer one way. "You wound already looks better than it was. It seems some of my regenerative properties shifted with the blood."
"I can see better too." She said, now that her eyes were focused, I could tell she was able to better pick out details in this dark. "I feel pretty good, my leg is only sore now. You can stop. Isn't this sort of thing hard on you?"
"It generally is, but as mentioned I heal very fast. I don't mind giving it another moment with all the blood you've left at the scene and in the car." I commented, reaching over to adjust her arm lightly when she bent it. She flushed a little, noting I'd had to move her closer to make this work.
"You still have to drive." She said softly. Looking away demurely but I could sense her arousal in more than just her glances or the pink in her cheeks.
Was this what stimulated her? She tried to swallow lightly, and I found myself staring. She was a lovely young woman, peak age for physical activity. Her innocent behaviors only stoked the constant undercurrent of wanting to defile her. To steal that virtue and hold it for my own. I wanted to hold her down and make certain she'd never forget my name. All I said was. "All right."
I busied myself undoing the wires. Trying not to smirk when she reached for the water in the door. Had I made her thirsty? I put the bandage on her arm, my attention snapping back to her when I felt a gentle pressure in my cheek. She'd even been chaste when kissing me. Was she trying to get something else?
"I, uh…thank you." She managed, not looking away. It was too much. I slipped a hand around her neck and pulled her closer to press her lips into mine. She tasted a bit of salt and blood and perhaps ambrosia, her lips soft as cotton. She stiffened, but then pushed back. Why had I hesitated to take her until now? We each explored, eager yet cautious. Staying against each other until we had to part for air. She'd let her eyes close and opened them slowly, the sort of delight you'd see on the cat that had caught the mouse. She was searching my eyes as I did hers. Was this acceptable? If she let this continue, I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop it.
I pulled her back when we'd had time to catch our breath, deeper than before, drawing her entire body into my lap, her ass into my hips. She returned the embrace until I traced her lip with my tongue, then she drew back, clearly not having expected it. She wasn't experienced, but that would make her all the sweeter in time. Then she whispered my name…I knew I wanted her to do that again…to scream that in a voice hoarse from crying out…
"Mmm…" I trailed my lips along her jawline, making my way toward her ear. I could feel her starting to pull away, but I wasn't ready for that. I wasn't sure just then that I'd ever be ready for that, I explored her build with my hands, I planned to memorize every inch of her.
"Too fast…" She squeaked out when I tried my teeth on her neck. I kept from growling at her the way I wanted to, instead leaning up to look at her. I knew my breathing as almost as unsteady as hers, I was barely keeping myself from ignoring her protest. I could get her to forget about anything else…to think about nothing but me.
"Kagome…" My voice almost didn't sound my own. I couldn't help but press her against me a bit tighter, did she really expect me to just stop? Then she leaned into me, ran her fingers through my hair. I gripped her back and returned the kiss. This was the most intense I'd felt since my return. Battles had gotten me energized, but this was beyond that. I could feel every swift beat of her heart…every touch of her soft body was an infusion of desire. I wanted her in every way a man could have a woman.
Then some worthless piece of shit knocked on the window.
I was half tempted to shoot them and return to the girl, but the glass would ricochet and Kagome wouldn't exactly sign off on me murdering someone before I fucked her mute…
"Hey, what are you two kids doing here? Go find somewhere else to make out." A female voice reached us from outside as she pounded on the door again. "I got a delivery soon, you gotta move."
I started the car to frighten the pest back. If Kagome hadn't been here, I would have shot them. I was half tempted to do so anyway. I rolled my shoulder and neck as I turned back onto the road. I made a note to come back and kill the offender later. Frowning as I curled back into traffic. The girl wasn't looking at me again, and she'd half covered her face. Much worse than the pleasure it would have otherwise been showing. Then, why was this a problem in the first place?
It'd been a strange moment…I'd had various sexual encounters through the years, but this was unique. The girl had pushed every correct button in short order, even ones that normally wouldn't have meant anything. Then she'd offered that chaste kiss and thank you…I let out a breath. I was aware of still being quite attracted to her even while trying to figure out why. I was less than comfortable as I turned through traffic. What was happening here? Was it the blood I'd given her? Had some of hers returned through the bag? That shouldn't have been possible…though I had gotten her blood on me when I'd torn the jeans free.
"You all right?" I managed to keep my voice level.
"Yeah, uh…I'm sorry about that. I'm not sure why I ah…" She was definitely not all right. "Kissed you. It just seemed like the thing to do…and I did it. Then you did it back…and um, it was a lot. I ah…it wasn't bad I mean…just not what I'm used to."
Shit. I'd broken her…
"I never really…uh…kissed like that before. I just, it was nice but…it was awkward. No, I mean, this is awkward now, then it was good. But, just…too much. I need to just shut up." She pressed her eyes shut and I wasn't sure how to take her rant. She wasn't totally against it then?
"I'd say it was more than 'nice'." I commented, shocked I was keeping a lid on the memories of her pressed against me. "Putting aside finding proper adjectives, it was out of character. I apologize as well."
"No, it's okay. I think we were mutually involved in it." At least she was willing to look at me. "I'm just glad I'm not the only one that found it odd."
"I should have stolen you uncontaminated blood." I meant it; this was not what I'd intended. "After you went unconscious, I wasn't sure how much time I had. It seems my donation did more than offer you some regeneration."
"No, you shouldn't feel bad for that. You were helping me. I would have probably died if you tried to steal some blood for me. " God, she was still acting all innocent. She probably wasn't slightly aware of what her quiet virtue did to me… "I feel fine now, good even. Normal blood wouldn't have done that. Where we headed? Where did Birkin go?"
Birkin, yes, we needed to find that fool and kill him.
"Birkin probably hasn't left yet but he'll be traveling to an Umbrella facility in the south pacific. I'll need to find us passage on a plane. You ever used a parachute before?" I was just as eager to change the subject as she was.
"No, I have never had a need for it." She sounded confused. "You want me to go with you?"
"You managed yourself tonight…."
"I got shot." She interrupted.
"…and if we're dealing with Birkin you'll be as useful as I am, if not more." I continued without pausing for her annoyance. "I can guess what he's looking into, he separated from his family. I have another contact looking for them."
"His family? Why?" She wasn't going to make anything simple.
"One doesn't come to the poker table without any chips to play." I shrugged. Winding through the city toward my destination. "He did all of this for his family, having them in custody could bring him to a pause."
"I'd rather not use hostages." Her tone complimented her words. "We should be able to get him without that."
"Perhaps, but who's to say how many could get hurt first. That's if Ada even manages to find them." I explained. Not that concerned about the morality of using Birkin's family against him. I hoped I'd have the chance after his treachery. He'd shot me in the back. I wasn't going to lose sleep over anything I did to him in return.
"I'll arrange us passage, probably in the morning at this rate. I'll drop you at the hotel. Are you accustomed to the plan?" I asked, hoping my frustration at this entire situation wasn't showing. I needed a moment without the girl. I had to get away from her before I did something that would make our interactions impossible. I drove off quickly after dropping her, finding an alley to escape into. I unzipped my pants to reach in and stroke myself. I didn't have to try to get stiff, she'd made certain it was there.
I ignored the street, closing my eyes to picture her curling close to me, pressing her hips and ass into my erection as she ran fingers through my hair. Her breathing my name, the taste of her. It was easy to alter the fantasy to her lips drifting lower, to my chest. Her fingers trailing along my sides as her lips pursed in hesitation before opening. Sparks erupted in my vision as the teasing finally reached a climax, my seed spilling over the concrete. My body shuttering with the effort. It took far less than it should have to drive me to this. I used a Kleenex to clean up and returned to the car, leaning back in the driver's side to take off my sunglasses and rub my eyes. Now, plane tickets.
That part was easy, I'd never had an issue with arranging logistics. It didn't really take that long, not even for limited access islands…not when I still had access to several security logins that weren't my own. I was back to the hotel and room she'd texted me before long. I'd gotten a second key from the front; she'd forgotten to mention I'd be here but the boy at the front didn't argue. The lax security was what made it easy to bribe them into ignoring laws. In the room the television was on the news, and the light for the bathroom was on. I'd learned in the past week she enjoyed baths so I assumed she'd decided to take one. She'd gotten us a single bed. On purpose, or because nothing else was available? I shook my head and looked up local take out, ordering something on the phone. I put my jacket over the back of a chair and took my guns off to put them on the table. She was still showering though and lacking much to do I paused near the door.
"…ker." Her voice was light, barely a whisper. As if she were talking to herself. "Wesker…"
So much for being able to relax…was she touching herself to the thought of me? I started to reach for the knob of the door.
"No. Wesker." Her voice wasn't as sultry as I'd first imagined it. When I slipped into the bathroom she was in the tub, suds covering the surface to hide her body. Her head was back over the lip, her eyes closed. She was having another nightmare. "Please…"
I let go of the lewd thoughts for now, at least as much as her state of wet undress allowed and walked in to shake her lightly. Not expecting her to wrap her arms around me suddenly. I could feel the moisture from the tub and her skin leaking through the fabric of my outfit. She gripped me tightly, fingers scrapping at the back of my shirt for purchase. "I thought you died."
"I'm not dead." I assured. At least, not in a way that separated me from the world. "You shouldn't go falling asleep in the bathtub."
She seemed to realize for the first time what was happening, and I couldn't help but grin at the view. She was rather nice to look at under all those frumpy clothes I'd been getting for her. If this place had the barest morals her scream was going to bring out what poor defenders, they could muster. I could only laugh at the absurdity of today, rolling back where she'd pushed me on the floor when I woke her. She pushed me again as the laughter curled through me. Her cursing didn't help, somehow just making it more hysterical. I waved her away as she complained, holding my side with my free hand. Bursting into another bout of mirth when she slammed the door.
End Chapter
I wanted a lighter note this time. Though there is some lewd stuff happening to. Poor Kagome.
-Aura
To my reviewers:
I mean…maybe I'll just take this out soon? Guess my project isn't that impressive. Ah well, I'm having fun at least.