Resident Evil: Primal Imperative - 2.2 (Patreon)

Warm rain washed down over her face. Heated tendrils flowed down her body, over her breasts, her belly, down her back, down her legs. The steam continued to rise, thickening the air.

Rebecca sighed. Running her hands through her hair, she swayed lightly on her feet. Turning under the shower head, she let the spray soak every inch of her. The warmth was nice… but there was something missing.

Suddenly the shower curtain was pushed aside, letting in a chill from the outside. Alongside it came a visitor. His presence was large, tall - much taller than Rebecca. The warmth returned quickly as the visitor pressed against Rebecca’s back, looming over her. Big, powerful arms wrapped around her waist, over her naked belly. Pulling her closer. Trapping her.

But Rebecca was not afraid.

Lips caressed the back of her head, trailing down to her neck. It felt nice.

“I was wondering when you’d join me.” The young medic hummed, leaning back into the visitor’s chest. He wrapped his arms tighter, pressing their bodies even closer. Rebecca could feel him prodding at the backs of her thighs, already becoming hard.

Insatiable… even after last night…

“Got a long day ahead of us.” John Dalton grunted. His voice was right in her ear, low and deep. The sort of voice to fill a girl’s belly with butterflies. “Wanted to catch a few extra winks before work. Not that we got much sleep to begin with…”

He kissed at her neck again, then dipped lower to her collarbone. His hands roamed as well, rising to cup one of her breasts. Rebecca sighed again, doing nothing to stop him. 

“All your fault.” She reminded him. A tiny gasp left her lips as his fingers grazed over her nipple. “Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.”

Dalton chuckled, continuing to let his hands play upon Rebecca’s body. His thick fingers sank into soft flesh, fondling and groping as men so often craved. Rebecca shivered at his touch, even amidst the heat of the shower and steam.

“And how do you expect me to do that when you look like you?” He answered, only half-joking. He was harder now. Rebecca could feel that club of meat batting against her buttocks now. She could feel the size of him - she still couldn’t believe that thing had been inside her.

A giggle bubbled up in her throat. Half in disbelief, half in… happiness? Rebecca couldn’t quite tell what exactly she was feeling. Dalton was… Rebecca couldn’t really call him a good man - he willingly worked for a company like Tricell-Umbrella. He was a mercenary. He was superhuman. God knows what kind of experiments had led to that. But… he had saved her life. Saved Jill’s life. Saved the mission.

And she’d fucked him. Or rather, he’d fucked her. And Rebecca had let it happen. Again and again and again…

Two weeks since their little dance in the locker room and now they were… Were they dating? Was this just a fling for him? For her? She’d let him stay overnight. Now they were getting cozy together in her shower.

Dalton was handsome, certainly. He was tall, he was big. He was strong - super strong. And he had a certain charm. Rough around the edges, but the quality was there. Rebecca was attracted. She couldn’t deny that. But what she felt for him… Rebecca was unsure. The only thing she knew for certain, standing there in the shower, with his big, strong arms wrapped around her… was that she felt safe.

Dalton had kept her safe. Maybe that was enough.

She felt his cock jerk slightly, the warm shaft sliding against her mound. Rebecca breathed in, shivering again.

“You know we have to clock in soon.” She reminded him. 

If she could see his face, she knew she would have seen him smirking. His large hand slid across her chest, getting a handful of her other breast. His touch was heat, even greater than the warm spray. He pulled her tighter to his body, sliding his hard cock into the space between her thighs. Sliding against her sex.

“Then let’s make this quick.” He told her, drawing his lips to her cheek. He kissed her gently. Teasing her. “Wouldn’t want to be late, do we?”

Rebecca didn’t argue. Nor did she try to break free from his hold. And why would she?

The feeling of his hands sliding over her body… the feeling of that fat, hard cock of his… she felt him pressing against her now, prodding against her soaking wet mound. Wet from more than just the shower.

Steam filled the room. It was so hot.

-  -  -

Two weeks since Toronto. Two weeks since Jill almost lost it all in some grimy parking lot in Toronto.

And now she was sitting back in the team briefing room, getting ready for another set of orders that will send her on another dangerous mission. All at the word of a woman she didn’t trust and funded by a company that should’ve stayed dead.

Jill should have been dead, too. Those advanced Lickers had her dead to rights - cornered like injured prey. The only reason she was still breathing was because of him.

The BSAA operative frowned at the memory. She remembered her pounding heart, the dread that sank in her stomach like a stone. She remembered the piercing shrieks of those monsters, Umbrella’s twisted children. And she remembered his grinning face. She remembered the sight of him standing over a dozen broken bodies - Lickers he had killed with his bare hands.

She didn’t trust John Dalton. Hell, she probably trusted him even less now, knowing he was superhuman. A super soldier on Tricell-Umbrella’s payroll - the very thought should have terrified her. But… he had saved her life. He kept Rebecca safe, too.

Jill frowned. Her eyes flickered towards the doors at the back of the room. 

Rebecca was late. Rebecca was never late.

There was once a time when Jill would have told herself it was silly to worry. The Spencer Mansion, Raccoon City, and now Toronto… all those nights of horror… they changed things. The world was a dangerous place. Jill and Rebecca had fought and bled and survived together. Watching each other’s backs… worrying for each other… was the only sane thing to do.

The two former STARS hadn’t spoken much since the Toronto debrief. Not wholly unusual - Rebecca had her own life to live, after all. But these last couple weeks, the medic had been practically radio silent. 

So, yeah. Jill worried.

The BSAA operative tried to busy her mind with other things. Like the sorry state of the new team. 

The losses they’d taken in Toronto had left only Jill and Rebecca as the remaining BSAA personnel on the task force - at least until they got fresh faces from branches overseas. Those spaces needed to be filled… and Tricell-Umbrella was all too willing to offer bodies in uniform.

More mercs taking corporate money. Just the sort Jill could trust to have her back.

She sat apart from them, far in the back of the briefing room. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t listening.

“Still can’t believe the gear they give us.” She heard one of the Tricell mercs say. A rookie from the way he spoke, the way he carried himself. He was speaking to two others, men that Jill had seen around base but who hadn’t been on the Toronto squad. “Some of the stuff they have in the armory isn’t even on the market.”

One of the other men chuckled.

“Forget the gear. First paycheck I got I paid off my car and my alimony. More zeros than I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s Tricell hazard pay for you.” Said the third.

The rookie shook his head. “Turnover can’t be that bad.”

“Pfft. You heard what happened to the guys they sent to Toronto?”

“Shit. That was us?”

“Have you been living under a rock?” One of the older mercs slapped the Rookie on the back. The rest of the conversation faded into white noise.

Jill held her tongue. There had been some good people on that mission, BSAA operatives like her who didn’t make it out of Toronto. Hell, they didn’t even make it out of the landing zone…

Tricell-Umbrella dropped the ball on intel, no two ways about it. They sent them into Toronto unprepared and undermanned… if those were indeed mistakes on their part to begin with.

Jill closed her eyes. Frustration welled up again, but she kept a tight lid on those feelings… to the best of her ability.

God. I should have quit the moment we got back. No… I should have quit the moment Tricell picked up the bill.

“If I could have your attention.” A voice rang out. Accented, feminine, but sharp and commanding. 

Jill opened her eyes and saw that Director Gionne had arrived. Dressed halfway appropriately in a white pantsuit that was probably more expensive than all of the team’s gear put together, Excella strode with purpose across the small elevated stage at the front of the room. 

The Director moved to the wooden podium, looking like she just stepped off the cover of some fashion mag. Her hair was neat, immaculate, not a strand out of place. The same as her makeup, creams, moisturizers, and who knows what else caked on to give her that angelic glow. Her eyes betrayed her true nature - cold, scrutinizing blue-green bordered by faint mascara. Her gaze cast over the rest of them as if they were ants crawling beneath her four-inch heels.

Jill’s hand clenched and unclenched. She breathed in and out. Excella’s eyes swept over to her. The Director pursed her lips, an expression close to snide amusement falling across her perfect face.

“...Or perhaps we should wait until the whole team is present?”

Jill didn’t like Gionne. God, she really didn’t like her. But the woman’s words only dragged those feelings of worry back to the surface. Rebecca’s absence was noted now. Dalton’s, too.

Turning her eyes toward the doors behind her again, Jill realized that Gionne’s very own super soldier was late as well. 

For a reason Jill didn’t quite understand, that bothered her most of all. It really, really bothered her.

Rebecca, where the hell are you?

-  -  -

“Stop.”

She tried to sound firm. Tried. Dalton could hear the smile in her voice. She slapped his hand away from her butt half-heartedly, following by a look over her shoulder.

“Don’t walk in front of me then.” Dalton shot back. “You make it too easy.”

He made a point of eyeing her cute butt. It was a nice view, watching that tush and those hips swish from side to side. Rebecca didn’t even have to try - she was simply that cute. Blood in the water for a shark like Dalton. 

Rebecca rolled her eyes. Dalton noted her glancing around, keeping an eye out for possibly onlookers. 

“We have to look professional. Whatever our thing is, we can’t let it change how we act here.” She scolded him, as half-hearted as her slap was. “This isn’t a frat house.”

“Fine. I’ll behave.” 

“You better.”

Dalton held up his hands in mock surrender, but Rebecca hardly paid him mind. She turned her attention forward and kept on down the hallway. The super soldier kept his stride slow - more than enough to keep up with the shorter woman’s brisk pace.

They were both late, but only Rebecca was worried. It was just her nature, Dalton guessed. It was easy to see why - the short, slight young woman who busted her ass trying to prove herself, trying to prove that she could keep up with the big boys. Dalton respected that. 

But still… it wouldn’t hurt to help her loosen up.

They drew closer and closer to the briefing room. But just as they approached the doors, Dalton had an idea. 

He reached out, taking Rebecca by the arm. She didn’t jump at his touch the way she did when he pinched her ass, but that look she gave him… such bright fire from such a short girl. But through the shocked expression, he could see the faint glimmer of girlish delight. Dalton smirked, knowing it was the right play.

Quickly he ushered Rebecca to the side, into a little nook in the wall beside a vending machine. Just out of sight from any prying eyes. He maneuvered them so that Rebecca’s back was to the wall, looking up at him with those big doe eyes. Dalton leaned down and stole a kiss. Not a deep one, but it was more than just a simple peck.

There was a part of himself, the dark, primal, caveman portion of his mind, that was so utterly pleased with how easy it was to move the pretty young woman around. And that feeling only got better when he saw she wasn’t resisting.

The kiss lingered. Dalton felt Rebecca’s hands come up to his chest. But she didn’t push him away. Not immediately. Eventually, though, he felt the pressure of her hands. Dalton relented.

Rebecca looked away. A vain attempt to hide the blush across her cheeks.

“Okay, enough.” She patted his chest before sliding her way past his larger frame back into the hallway. “We’re on the clock. And we’re late.”

“Go on ahead then.” Dalton gestured towards the door to the briefing room. He could faintly hear the idle conversations just beyond. They’d already gotten started, it seemed. “I’ll go in later.”

Rebecca flickered towards the doors then back to Dalton. 

“You’re going to get chewed out.” Rebecca warned him.

She was concerned. How sweet.

“Me? Nah. I’m the star player, remember? I’ll see you in there.”

Before Rebecca could argue, Dalton reached out and gave her a couple firm pats on the ass. Firm enough to make the doe-eyed medic jump. She gave him another look - narrow eyes that promised a reprisal. Dalton only smirked back. Hers was the sort of payback that he lived for.

Rebecca said nothing as she went on… and the extra sway of her hips was unmissable. He loved watching that woman go.

She passed through the doors and into the briefing room. And Dalton waited. One minute. Then another. 

After five minutes, he followed her in.

-  -  -

“Miss Chambers. Nice of you to join us.”

Jill’s eyes darted towards the door. Sure enough, there was Rebecca. Relief flooded through Jill’s body… but she noted how Rebecca wouldn’t meet her eyes.

Excella’s voice cut through the air again.

“Morning traffic was bad, I take it?” Her tone was not quite mocking - such open disdain would have been poor decorum from the Director of Operations. But Excella’s question came with an edge all the same.

“I got held up.” Rebecca answered curtly.

“Indeed.” Excella looked down her nose at them. A queen among peasants. Jill wanted to knock her lights out.

Rebecca simply nodded and moved along, shuffling quickly over towards Jill.

Now that Jill had a closer look, she saw how tense her friend was. That was… off. Very off. Rebecca hadn’t been the nervous rookie in years. She’d been wary about missions before - and rather open about it. And she’d been excited, too. Energetic, passionate, even calm. But never anxious the way she looked now. Her expression almost seemed… guilty. Like she was hiding something.

Jill didn’t like it.

Rebecca sat down next to Jill and crossed a leg over her knee. She flashed her friend a quick - forced - smile and looked straight ahead. Jill could have sworn she saw a faint blush across the young medic’s cheeks.

“Hey.” Jill greeted.

“Hey.” Rebecca answered quietly. “They held up the meeting for me?”

“You’re usually early.” Jill watched Rebecca’s face, scanning… and noted the faint bags under her friend’s eyes. “Long night?”

Rebecca didn’t answer. But the flicker of shock across her face, that was telling. The young medic looked away for a moment - again, Jill might have caught a faint blush.

Jill decided not to push it. What Rebecca did on her own time was her business. Still… she worried.

“I just never took you for the night owl type.” Jill murmured. “Maybe send an invite next time? We can go bar hopping together.”

Rebecca uncrossed her legs, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. She didn’t answer nor did she meet Jill’s gaze. In fact, her body language spoke of… embarrassment? Jill’s brow pinched into a line. Her curiosity was beyond piqued… but Excella’s voice cut through the air again.

“I see Commander Dalton has yet to join us. Surely someone knows where he is?”

Dalton. 

Jill’s mood soured at the mention of his name. Big man with the big dumb smirk, the big dumb paycheck, and the big dumb ego. And worst of all, he had the talent to back it all up. No natural talent, of course, but talent nonetheless.

Rebecca had a reaction to his mention as well. Faint, just like the pink color of her cheeks, but Jill caught it. A flicker across the younger woman’s face, a shine in her eyes. Not annoyance like how Jill felt. No, this look was something else. Rebecca masked it well, but it was there. 

Jill wasn’t worried anymore. She was concerned.

A train of thought was beginning to move, locomotion within Jill’s mind, taking her to a place she really didn’t want to go. It was thankfully interrupted… by the man himself.

His voice came deep, rumbling like stone. Colored with that macho surety that always grated on Jill’s nerves.

“I’m right here. I thought I’d keep you all in suspense.” Jill's eyes began to roll on their own, imagining his cocky smirk. 

His heavy footfalls also signaled his presence. Boots thumped against the floor. Jill turned and saw. It was the first time she’d seen him in the flesh since they’d gotten back from Toronto. And the BSAA was shocked… by just how normal he looked.

Dalton was not the average man. He was taller, bigger - easily the biggest in the room. He carried himself with unshakable confidence, spilling over into arrogance, in a way that no one could ignore. Not even Jill. But standing there, dressed in dark khakis and a simple gray sweater, he looked mortal. Just a solidly built man in top physical condition. Nothing about his appearance betrayed what he truly was.

She’d seen him butcher zombies and Lickers with his bare hands. Creatures that would have shredded anyone else. He was superhuman. A superhuman taking a Tricell paycheck.

He’d saved their lives. Saved the mission. But Jill still couldn’t trust him. And neither could Rebecca.

“Valuable you may be, Commander, but do not make a habit of wasting my time.” Excella warned the man. Jill noted her voice lacked the edge it did before. That made sense. With what he could do, Dalton was the woman’s prized stallion.

Jill shook her head. She didn’t like those implications. At all.

“Of course not, Director.” Dalton conceded - shockingly. “You sign the checks. Your word is law.”

Excella kept her chin held high. But she looked pleased. 

Even Jill felt a smirk coming on. She would never like or trust Gionne, Tricell-Umbrella, any of them. But… it was nice to see Dalton get whittled down a bit. And by a woman, no less!

The man didn’t seem too phased, however. His posture, his attitude… they were unchanged. He was calm, assured. She could see it in the way he moved, leisurely moving over to take a seat. The stride of a man who knew he was irreplaceable.

“So…” Dalton leaned back in his chair, taking up even more room by throwing his arms over the backrests to either side. “I hear you’ve got a new mission for us?”

“Recon and interception.” Excella announced. “BSAA contacts on the ground believe that a local warlord is looking to get his hands on biological weapons. And they fear he will soon succeed.”

Excella picked up a small remote from the podium. She clicked a button and the room went dark. Behind her, the wall lit up with images. Maps, aerial photos, the works. One picture stood out immediately to Jill. It was fuzzy, out of focus, but the important bits were clear enough.

A row of canisters emblazoned with the biohazard symbol… as well as the logo of the Umbrella Corporation.

Jill’s blood went hot. She cursed under her breath. Beside her, she could sense Rebecca was similarly upset.

“What kind of biological weapons?” The question forced itself from Jill’s mouth.

Excella turned from the projection, crossing her arms. She leveled her cold eyes at Jill, unwavering, unapologetic.

“The kind you’re already familiar with, Agent Valentine. These canisters were stolen from a former Umbrella storage facility six months ago. They are believed to contain a modified strain of the t-Virus.

The atmosphere of the room went cold. Even the T-U mercs went still with dread. All of them, save for Dalton.

“I thought all the strains were destroyed.” Rebecca spoke up.

“That was the official statement.” Jill scowled. “Looks like we’re cleaning up another one of Umbrella’s messes.”

Excella said nothing even as Jill stared her down. The woman didn’t lose composure, not even for a moment. That only fueled Jill’s anger, stoking it hotter. Jill really didn’t like that woman. And she really didn’t like how perfect she looked.

It was Dalton who broke the tension. Him and his obnoxious laugh.

“Sounds like a walk in the park.” He leaned forward in his chair. “Where are you sending us this time?”

“West Africa.” Excella answered. “I recommend you bring bug spray.”