Here we go! As I've posted in past chapters, I own nothin, except this story. All franchises belong to the respective owners.
There's going to be some flashbacks and smut
Saeko was standing in front of the door wearing a bathrobe with a pattern of irises. The contrast of color between her long bundle of wet black hair and her flushed pale skin made Ryuji lose his words for a few seconds at the beauty and sensuality radiating from her.
"If you want a drink, the big fridge is in the kitchen."
But Saeko could not say anything either, as she eyed Ryuji's finely toned, slender, and muscular body that was inked up in certain places.
"Hey. Hey!" Calling out to her repeatedly received no reaction. Finally, he waved his hand in front of her, which finally snapped her out of it.
"Oh, um. I'm sorry…."
"Did you want something from me? As I said before, If you want a drink, the big fridge is in the kitchen."
"You are aware that I am underage, correct?" She thinned her eyes, unsure if he was simply joking.
"So am I. Besides, we are in the middle of the goddamn apocalypse, do I look like I give a fuck? And it doesn't have to be alcohol." He finished the Pepsi mixed with vodka before continuing, "Ingest too much and it will almost certainly kill you, but once you become a teen and take drinks in moderation, it helps your nerves calm down."
Allowing Saeko entry, Ryuji turned around and plopped down on the leather easy chair placed in the corner of the room.
"I just remembered I never thanked you properly after escaping the campus. Be it due to the unforeseen course of events or not, you saved our lives, so thank you very much for that."
"You're welcome."
"And one more thing. This morning, you….um, well….you…." Despite being a person of conviction with a dignified attitude, she still was a maiden. Embarrassed by even trying to verbalize the physical intimate actions caused the energy behind her words to wane quickly.
Ryuji was about to smack his forehead (possibly even hers) for bringing this up at this time, place and occasion but made a fist and placed it firmly on his lap. "I told you before. I like girls who are in control of themselves and take charge, unafraid of the power that they wield. You kicking ass and smashing heads in was quite alluring." He took several steps forward, making Saeko back up until her back hit the wall. "The first time I killed a man, I was around five, six years old. Up close, with a gun. I didn't even blink, and I ate a cheese burger after that. I've torn out throats with my teeth, stabbed people to death, poisoned them, and more. If I include infected, my body count is well over a thousand. Yet I feel nothing, being born a killer."
The distance between them were no more than a foot apart. Saeko felt her reply die in her throat, replacing it with a small, strangled squeak. She felt dizzy as the ever-present smell of blood and pheromones (at least what she thinks to be so) made her heart pound against her chest and knees wobble.
"Why are you so fussy about me? Or are you just here because the stench of blood turns you on so much?"
Ryuji was not wrong. Saeko felt more attached to him the more she spent her time with him, but her decision was not made by a spur of the moment. "I am here because I chose to. Who you are is irrelevant to me."
"Even if I told you I may end up using you as bait which will almost certainly kill you?" Ryuji had always been apathetic towards anyone that was not a part of the Wolfpack. If he had to choose, he would without question prioritize the Wolfpack's life, and he was not about to let anyone question his decision. Although that "accident" had happened, Ryuji was still cautious about increasing the intimacy of their relationship. Compassion in a situation under high pressure dulls the skill of quick decision making. Being late by even a nanosecond could be costly, resulting in almost immediate death.
"If it comes to that, then so be it. My life is in your hands." Saeko's words managed to stun Ryuji into silence as he mulled over what to do. Handing over one's own life to someone else without hesitation is an action beyond the limits of sanity. Ryuji's life had always been in the Wolfpack's hands as theirs had been in his, and no one else. Having accompanied occasions for extracting information through torturing or otherwise, he had acquired the skill of telling if someone was lying, and she was not.
"Alright," Ryuji closed the gap between them, pressing his forehead against her's. He stared into her eyes for what she felt was an eternity without so much as a blink. She swallowed hard as her mouth went dry. The musk of his pheromones was intoxicating her. Ryuji saw that on her face and immediately pressed his lips against the nape of her neck. The lavender scented shampoo filled his nostrils as he inhaled deeply, and he sank his teeth into her smooth pale skin. Saeko shuddered at the sudden feeling of teeth, but did not resist. Gradually he increased the strength of his bite until her porcelain skin broke, forming beads of blood which his tongue soon lapped up greedily.
"What….was that?"
"I'll leave that to your imagination." Ryuji grinned mischievously as he caught Saeko around the waist before she fell as her legs finally gave out. She naturally wrapped her arms around his neck to catch herself. "What's the matter? You look very….thirsty. Don't tell me that having pain inflicted turns you on as well."
Saeko said nothing. She could not say anything. It was as if the bite had injected a venom, a sweet, deathly intoxicating venom into her, spreading fast. She chewed on her lower lip looking impatient whilst Ryuji released her to undo the bathrobe at a tantalizingly slow pace, all the while just barely stroking her body with his fingertips. "I am going to take my time with you, so brace yourself." Finally undoing the knot hiding her body, Ryuji shoved her against the wall hard and began kissing her, pinning her arms above her head with one hand. The other hand danced along her lower abdomen. Her abdominal muscles were tight and toned, resulting from the years of dedicated training in the martial arts, which Ryuji approved of. His teasing and caressing were fluttery and feather-like, egging her, daring her to get more aggressive.
Saeko felt her lower abdomen contracting, tying itself into burning knots. She had been kissed by him before and she saw fireworks go off in her mind', but this was different. This was better. Infinitely. Forget toes curling, his kiss was making the entire fabric of her being curl. His hot, long tongue slithered into her mouth, its tip picking at her teeth and gums, intertwining itself with hers. She swore she felt her brain getting scrambled into jelly and then melting away into a white-hot world of oblivion. But it wasn't enough. She wanted more. Breaking free from Ryuji's grasp, she ran her hand through his hair and pulled his head towards her, deepening the kiss even further. The other hand guided his teasing hand lower. A muffled scream sounded in her throat as his fingers stroked her clitoris through the fabric. She arched her back, breaking the kiss and gasping for air.
But that was of no concern to Ryuji. The movements of his fingers intensified, and Saeko slapped a hand over her mouth and bit down on her tongue, lest her ecstatic moans should be heard by the others. Losing the strength in her legs, her body convulsed uncontrollably after each climax, each one taking her higher than the last before crumpling to the floor with a dazed look on her face, her crotch a sopping, wet mess.
Saeko's mind was drifting in and out of reality. It's not like she had never masturbated before in her life, but while it may have satisfied her body, it never satisfied her mind. This addictive sense of joy and happiness from climaxing at the hands of the man of her dreams had awoken the beast with a ravenous appetite for the carnal pleasure which it had just tasted. However, that was only but an aperitif. It wanted more. Before she knew what she was doing, she was undoing Ryuji's belt and tugging at his pants and pulling them loose in a heap on the floor, pronouncing the large bulge in his crotch.
There was nothing more he wanted than to just push her down on the floor and fuck her like an animal, a hound taking its bitch. He wanted that, so badly. But not yet. Ryuji needed her to be dependent on him, addicted to him, even. As he learned from the team's best torturer, truly breaking or warping someone's mind requires time, patience, and analyzation of the target. He needed to tease her and tease her, observe through testing her weak points, exploit them, building the bubble of anticipation, and then smash that with full force, giving her what she wanted and overload her senses with it again and again, possibly even after she passes out. He did not know if Saeko knew, but he was completely aware of one fact: this feeling he was directing towards her was sheer, unadulterated, dark, twisted lust. Under no condition was this love.
Ryuji got down on his knees leveling his line of sight with Saeko who was still trying to catch her breath, but he soon smothered her with another kiss. The moment he did so, Saeko began to passionately suck on his tongue. In retaliation he began kneading her smooth, toned, supple thighs and breasts with as much fervor, his thumbs just barely grazing the fabric of her panties. Her body stiffened again with a muffled scream as he suddenly pressed his thumb against her clitoris.
"Oh….my…..god." Saeko was breathless, her eyes hazy. Her panties were now drenched, no longer functioning as an article of clothing and left a puddle on the floor.
"You looked so hot when you came. I want to see you more. Hear you more." Going down on all fours, Ryuji hooked his teeth onto her panties and pulled down as he gently lifted her legs onto his shoulders. Once he pulled the thin, lacy piece of fabric loose, he slipped his tongue and fingers inside her, stirring and churning her insides. "Wai—no, no, no, not there! Not there, please! Please, I OH M—AAAAAH!" Sweet, sweet release shot through Saeko like lightning, setting off a string of explosions in her head, shortening her breath as if she were hyperventilating.
"Gotcha girl," Ryuji chuckled as he gently tugged the robe off, rendering her completely naked. Picking her up, he laid her out on his bed. Her lustrous raven hair fanned out onto the sheets, and the contrast of it and her flushed body made her all the more alluring. "By the way, we are far from finished." He proceeded to kiss her again, trailing small, light pecks down her body, all the while relishing the sight of her squirming at the mercy of his foreplay.
"No…no, please….I….want you."
"You already have me. I'm right here." Saeko knew he knew what she wanted. She knew he was doing this just for the sake of teasing her. He wanted her to say it out loud.
She knit her eyebrows together in anger and flung her upper body up, catching Ryuji's face between her hands, laying a passionate kiss on his lips. "I need you to take me right now. Make me yours. Break me."
"With pleasure, princess." Pulling a condom out from underneath the mattress, he fitted it on easily and thrusted hard into her.
Everything went blank. Saeko had heard her fair share of "locker room banter" about boys, sex and their experiences. She had heard one of the kendo club members say that pain can become pleasure if you're aroused enough. Whether that knowledge was from experience or otherwise is anybody's guess, but she was right. The moment of her defloration had turned into an exploding keg of pleasure. Saeko was about let out a loud moan but was immediately smothered by a kiss. Ryuji peeled his lips off of her's and asked, "So? What do you think?"
"You're filling me up so much….I can feel you all the way up to my navel…." She could feel the throbbing of his cock in her, and she stroked that area with a tender but dreamy smile.
"Well, you're about to feel a lot more than just that." Ryuji took it slowly at first, but gradually picked up the pace, filling the room with muffled moans, grunts, and the rhythmical slapping sound of flesh slapping against flesh. She hugged him close and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him wherever she could reach, nails raking red streaks along his back, making her climax consecutively. Every one was like getting thrown up high into the heavens, getting struck by lightning and then falling into the abyss of the ocean where neither sound nor light can reach, only to be tossed up again. "Let's get a little more creative, shall we? Lie flat on your stomach. "
Saeko could manage nothing more than a weak nod. She did not care. This primal sense of submissiveness felt frighteningly good. As long as this ecstasy lasts, as long as he will give this to her, nothing else mattered. Feeling a pair of hands groping her firm, well rounded ass, she shuddered in a bizarre mixture of fear and gleeful anticipation. Saeko felt Ryuji enter her again, his hot breath, bites and kisses trailing down her neck. She felt his throbbing cock stretch out the folds of her pussy, this new position allowing him to reach new places in new angles. She screamed and squealed into the pillow as he continued to mercilessly pound away deep inside her, ravaging her G-spot. The throbbing became more pronounced until she felt an explosion inside her. Although it was through the membrane of a condom, she could feel the heat of the viscous stuff radiating inside her, making her feel like she was melting into a puddle, becoming one with Ryuji in every sense of the word.
But all of that vanished like candle light in the rain as Saeko felt herself getting flipped over on her back and a pair of hands grabbing her ass to pick her up and set her down on a table. His growl right next to her ear made her hair stand on end. "Oh, by the way…..we are far from finished."
Shortly after contacting Ryuji, the Wolfpack had just reached the airspace of the seaports.
"Hector, what's our ETA from our position to the safe house?" Karena asked.
"Assuming we don't run into any problems, I'd say by sundown, give or take an hour or two."
The population of Tokonosu city was large, roughly over a million people. This posed the problem of their landing location becoming highly restricted. Helicopters flying through the air is nothing special, but if they land it in too high a building, it would take forever to get down to ground level, not to mention the ammunition and stamina they would waste. If it were too low, the building is likely to not be able to support the weight of the helicopter, resulting in their total incapacitation or even death. If they were to land on the ground, the beating rotors would summon a horde of the infected to them.
Their best bet was to find a place that was close as possible to the safe house in order to shorten their time to get there by foot or by ground transportation, but their time to think was slowly disappearing along with what is left of the aviation fuel.
"Vlad, is there a place that's not to high or low and is sturdy enough to land?"
"Yes, head northwest," Specter answered operating a laptop with each hand with a cigarette in his mouth. "There's a shopping mall about fifty klicks away. The building is big, but it's only about four, maybe five stories high at the most. We can take a car from there to save more time."
Christine was typing away on her laptop as well checking the news online. "I don't know who set up this outbreak, but there's no doubt that this is man-made. I analyzed the sample collected in Guam, but it's basically a depleted version of the T-Virus with several of it's properties tweaked," she announced concisely.
"Tweaked how, exactly?" Vector scowled, unsure as to what exactly that meant.
"There isn't much that can be said with what we acquired only recently, but the symptoms are basically the same as the T-Virus." She tapped the keyboard again, bringing out an image of an infected woman with two columns of writing. "First, the speed it takes for this virus to reach the brain is a lot faster. I can only make an estimate after watching a live feed from a satellite but it's roughly a minute at the shortest and under ten minutes before turning."
"Higher speed of contamination, that's going to be a pain," Michaela groaned looking up from the book she was reading.
"However," Four Eyes continued as she scrolled down, "the silver lining —if you could call it that—is this strain only affects humans. The infected don't seem to give a shit about animals. Their movements are slow, and they seem to rely on sound rather than sight when hunting."
"I see, that gives us more options and chances to circumvent or divert them when necessary. Any chances of them mutating or evolving?"
"I don't know," Four Eyes shook her head with a frustrated countenance staring hard at the screen, "the time for those infected by the T-Virus to evolve differs from person to person, so the best answer I can give you is that we should consider it a possibility. I have been making data comparisons with BOWs that we've encountered in the past, but as I said before, we have an inadequate amount of data for this new strain. So for now, Bertha and my hands are tied at the moment. But the vaccines that we have should work since the basic components aren't any different. I did send what information we have to all branches of the BSAA anonymously at Vladimir's request."
Lupo glanced towards Vladimir piloting the helicopter. He turned, noticing the gaze from behind. "What? Yes, I made a judgement call, but we were pressed for time. The BSAA are far better equipped in terms of hardware and staffing both in the field and otherwise."
"I am not rebuking you Vladimir, merely surprised. I had the distinct impression that you hated most government agencies."
"I got over it. You sure you're not mad?"
"No. Every drop in the bucket counts now, we will expend every option we can. Frankly, this is a far cry from the hell we experienced in Raccoon City. I have made two vows in my life. To keep all my team members alive and to protect and fight beside my son until…..well, as long as I can."
"You're not the only one." Michaela chimed in placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing it lightly. "He saved everyone of us in more ways than one. When we decided to leave Umbrella's employ, he made sure we stuck together. We are all alive as a team because of him. Don't forget, you're not the only one that's prepared to fight with him and for him, to the death."
The last mission they undertook while they were under Umbrella's employ became the very reason to turn their fangs against them.
The chief of police of the Raccoon City Police Department received payment in exchange for turning a blind eye to Umbrella's activities within the city. However, at the same time, he was collecting information on those said activities behind their back, and the Wolfpack was ordered to eliminate that information along with any police officers that were still alive complete with bait: a way out of the city.
Lupo made no effort to hide her discontent with command's policies and methods, but being employed for a handsome profit, she had no choice but to obey if she wanted to receive every last cent of it. Fighting BOWs was nothing new, which made things easier, but an unexpected event took her by surprise: an explosion at an intersection a mere two blocks away from the station. The team moved in to investigate, only to find remains of several police cruisers and an oil tanker currently in flames. A wounded man in tactical gear with the letters RCPD printed across the bulletproof vest. Upon seeing the Wolfpack, he limped away as fast as he could, knowing he would not stand a chance. To make matters worse, he was on the other side of the wreckage that was effectively blocking their path to him.
"Follow that cop! Kill him!" A sudden mission when freedom was staring them in their faces. Everyone was livid for the postponement of their escape.
"This is bullshit from Command has got to fucking stop, yo! Remind me to charge them an obscene fortune for after-hour services!" Beltway shouted over the roar of his shotgun blasting away several BOWs at a time pelting them with buckshot.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit, FUCK! Fucking white-collar pieces of shit!" Out of the seven, however, Viper was the absolutely livid one by far. He took the BOWs head on with a knife and a machete, stabbing their heads into a pulp and hacking their limbs off even after they had stopped moving. The sight was far more grisly than any horror movie could depict.
"My my, he's got a temper," Bertha sighed wiping off the blood caked on her own machete with a torn off piece of shirt that was still miraculously clean, "but I can't blame him."
"Viper, arrêt."
After a short pause, Viper muttered "D'accord," sheathed his blades, and collected the G36C he tossed aside and slung it over his shoulder.
"I understand that you don't like it, I don't blame you for it. Believe me, I don't like it either. But if we are going to leave this place in one piece, we must bite the proverbial bullet."
"Are you kidding me? They are obviously going to betray us!"
"We don't know that for certain. But if it turns out that way, we will find our own way out."
Command made contact with the Wolfpack again, making it quite clear that they will be abandoned, which was their last straw. It was going to be a long night, but they were not going to back down like this, not without wreaking havoc on their treacherous clients. They ceased their chase after the police officer, and decided to take down BOWs that were getting deployed into the city along with American troops. Having their guinea pigs destroyed with insufficient data would be most inconvenient for them. Maybe then Command will reconsider.
Strictly speaking, their plan of action was nothing short of suicide but the only thing going through their head was one thing: survival. Lupo and Viper covered each other's backs, thinning out the herd of infected with their guns, blades, fists, and anything else they could lay their hands on; Vector ambushed BOWs of larger sizes through the use of his cloaking mechanism; Beltway set laser mines and charges of C4 in the perimeter, buying the others time to regroup, catch their breath, or have Bertha patch them up; Spectre posted up on high ground, watching everybody's backs, picking off stragglers and reporting further incoming enemies, keeping them on guard; Four Eyes made use of her syringe gun and chemicals, controlling the BOWs and sending them against other BOWs or soldiers. All of them fought for dear life. Everyone was injured to some degree, but by some miracle or another remained standing and breathing. Soon after, Umbrella promised to send a helicopter to escape. They could not have any more of their precious BOWs destroyed any further, but in exchange for completing a mission on their behalf. Again.
"It's official now, I think," Viper grumbled as he tossed the dull, chipped knife away, swapping it for a knife on a soldier's corpse. "They're going to fuck us over the first chance they get."
"That may be so, but they are no fools. Considering how much we have done for them in the past, we still are assets to them, and we are on the field right now. Getting rid of us would hurt them in the long run."
"Lupo is right. Whoever gets cut or dies is because they are weak. They don't need anyone unable to finish the mission. This is a test to assess our usefulness in the future."
"I got a lot of intel for them before, I can still do it now."
But the other three who were not content with being Umbrella's lapdogs any longer, objected. "Vector, have you finally lost your mind? It's an obvious lie." Spectre sighed through his mask.
"Lupo, I think all the killing's made you lose your shit too. They told us to head to the research compound, a free ticket to an ocean of shit filled with BOWs, and you're basically asking us to wade into it with our eyes and mouths open. No thanks."
"Bertha, I think it's about time now as well. I have enough information on the T-Virus, and there doesn't seem to be anything more that is noteworthy. The Bertha I know is not so foolish to throw away her life over money."
Four intent on continuing the mission, and three intent on walking out. The situation was not yet volatile but the atmosphere was getting dangerously tense. While they had taken care of all the BOWs and infected in the area, they had no time to waste debating over this.
Viper saw three scenarios. One, the best, was that everyone leave Umbrella alive. The second, while extremely unlikely still possible was a fight breaking out between them, with everyone dying. Third was parting ways. While this meant reducing combat abilities as a unit will diminish by at least half, a far better alternative than the previous one. His mind raced furiously as he looked at the six men and women, coming up with words to persuade them all. Viper had a vow he made to himself as well.
And he was going to make them take the optimal solution. All of them.