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Bunkerkampf (Mortuus Orbis Part Two)	By : Sparrow & InBrightestDay Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the franchises, characters, or anything else from the settings in this collection. These include Street Fighter, Marvel, Sailor Moon, Kill La Kill, and others. I made no money from this work.

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“Have you got it?”
“Yeah, yeah, come on, can you hurry up with it?”
“Okay, okay- there! It’s loose.”
There was a clatter of metal on metal as Kyle worked the socket wrench around the bolt he’d loosened, unscrewing it from the end of the other pipe. Next to him, Chun-Li was straining under the weight of the broken pipe, holding it halfway to try and keep it level.
“Would it have been so hard,” she grunted, “to have found a jack for this thing instead?"
Kyle didn’t answer, instead leaning forwards on his tip-toes to reach the next bolt with the wrench. They had been at this for more than an hour, and both of them were feeling the pinch even though their task was only nearly half-done.
Chun-Li ground her teeth as Kyle worked, trying to keep a lid on how her overworked shoulder muscles were screaming at her, how her thighs ached from being clenched for so long, and how her eyes stung from the sweat running into them that she couldn’t wipe away.
There was a rattle from above, and a handful of loose bolts were flung across the room, nearly rolling into the huge hole in the floor from the battle with the acid-bleeding monster. Kyle leapt down off the box he had been standing on and immediately darted under the pipe to help take the weight.
Chun-Li bellowed out loud as they both pushed it up, and then tossed the nearly two-foot wide piece of pipe onto the floor. She leaned back, panting, and took the opportunity to wipe the sweat off her face with the back of her hand. Glancing at her hands, and at Kyle, she saw that both of them were soaked in sweat and smeared with grease and muck from clambering around the piping. She stretched, grunting as she tried to work the kinks out of her back.
“I was about to ask if we could leave that,” she pointed at the new section of pipe they had found in a storeroom earlier and brought in, still in its crate. “Until tomorrow, but then I realised I don’t think I can bear another freezing cold shower to get all this off.”
Nearly as covered in filth as she was, Kyle grinned at her out of the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about. I was lucky to get enough clean water to wipe my face with at the end of the month most of the time.”
Chun-Li mock-sighed and gave him a playful shove.
“Are you gonna keep using the ‘i used to live in a post-apocalyptic wasteland’ card on me whenever I complain about anything, Kyle?”
“Only when it’s funny.”
They looked at the section of broken pipe, studying the huge hole in the front of it, the way the metal was stippled and corroded around the edges of the break. How it was buckled outwards.
“Do you think it was something like the thing Satsuki killed?” Chun-Li asked, gazing thoughtfully at the twisted metal. “Isabeau said it spat acid everywhere.”
“I don’t think so,” Kyle said, after a moment’s thought. “I saw what was left of it when she brought it to the incinerator, and of the thing Satsuki and the big guy killed. They didn’t really look anything alike.”
Silence returned for a while.
“It still doesn’t seem entirely real to me,” Chun-Li said at last. “That I’m in a place now where these kinds of things exist. I don’t know, is it easier for you?” She glanced over at him. “Because of where you come from?”
Kyle half-shrugged, not looking at her.
“I guess so. I mean, this place,” he waved his hand to indicate not just the bunker, but the city and everything in it too, “it’s not really that different from what I’m used to. Except what’s out there is kind of dumber than the machines are. I don’t have any problems believing they’re all real.”
He looked at her, finally.
“It's you guys who I can’t believe sometimes. Where you come from sounds like some incredible fantasy world. Even compared to what people said things were like before Judgement Day.”
“That’s not saying much,” Chun-Li said, suddenly desperate to try and lift the mood. “I can’t believe what some of the people here can do. Like-”
The door took that moment to slide open, and Mary-Jane strode in.
“Speak of the devil,” said Chun-Li. “It’s spider-woman.”
“Spinneret,” Mary-Jane corrected, with an embarrassed roll of her eyes. “I’ve known two people who were called Spider-Woman, and they’re long gone now. I was wondering where you two are, what’s up?”
“We’re trying to get this thing fixed,” said Kyle, pointing at the gap in the piping behind them where they’d pulled out the broken piece. “Guess we’d been putting off trying to get the next bit done.”
“Oh, well, maybe I can help out?” Mary-Jane offered. “Maybe get it done faster.”
Kyle began to protest, before Chun-Li jabbed him with her elbow.
“Sounds great,” she said. “Basically what we need now is just help lifting the new bit of pipe into place and holding it there while Kyle screws the bolts back in to connect it to the rest of the pipe.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard,” Mary-Jane agreed, going over to the open crate with the new bit of pipe in. “This is the new one, right?” Without waiting for a response, she reached in, and casually lifted the nearly two-meter long section of solid steel pipe out with the same difficulty as someone might when picking up a bag of sugar.
Chun-Li and Kyle both stared at her.
“What?”
“Why was I doing this?” Chun-Li groaned, covering her face with hands. “I nearly killed myself holding that pipe up, we could have just gone and got her…”
Shaking his head and trying not to laugh, Kyle recovered the various bolts he had taken out of the old pipe, and picked up his socket wrench again.
***
It took them a good while to finish getting everything in place, and by the time they were done, they were all pretty sweaty. Even with her superhuman strength, Mary Jane wasn’t immune to the strain, especially given the control it took to hold the pipe still as all the bolts were fitted into place.
When all was said and done, there was a slight, nervous pause as Chun-Li opened the valve again. After a moment, though, they could hear water flowing through the pipe, and there was no evidence of leaking, leading them to breathe a collective sigh of relief.
“Alright,” Kyle said, grinning at the others. “Two survivors and hot water. Looks like we’re on a roll today.”
“Yeah,” Mary Jane said. “Well, if we don’t have anything else to do, I figure I’ll use this hot water now.” She looked back and forth between them. “You two look like you could stand a shower too.”
“Absolutely,” Chun-Li replied. All three of them left the water main room and headed for the showers. As they arrived at the entrance to the room they almost ran into Copperhead emerging from the dorms.
“Oh. Hi,” Mary Jane said, somewhat stiffly. Copperhead grinned, and waved jauntily at her.
“Hola araña,” she replied. “I meant to say, sorry about the, uh,” she mimed scratching at her own face with the metal claws covering her fingers.
“Were you going to bed,” Chun-Li asked, “or did you just wake up?”
“Neither,” Copperhead replied. “Put the rockerboy to bed. Somebody mentioned there were showers in here earlier, though.”
“Yeah, and you’re in luck,” Kyle said. “We just got the hot water working again.”
“That sounds great,” Copperhead said with a genuine smile. “I don’t mind getting dirty when I’m on a job…” She looked at MJ and Chun-Li for a moment. “...but I’d been crawling my way through that rotten city up there, stealthy as I could move, for a couple of hours before you guys showed up, so hot water’s sounding really nice right about now.”
All four of them ventured into the shower room, at which point something slightly awkward became apparent to Mary Jane.
While she and others had used the showers before, it had been when no one else was actually there. Because of that, the fact that there weren’t any stalls hadn’t actually mattered. Now, that was slightly more important. Looking around at the others, she realized the same thought was crossing their minds.
“Look, it’s… it’s fine,” Chun-Li said. “We’re all adults; we can be mature about this, right Kyle?”
Kyle wasn’t paying attention, having already taken off his shirt and now focusing on undoing his shoelaces. “Yeah?” he said, looking up.
Chun-Li paused, eyes momentarily drifting over his naked torso. Following the multitude of scars covering his scrawny frame; dark, jagged marks that looked like cuts, shiny patches that she took to be burns, and a large pock-mark near his hip that looked like a bullet wound.
“I don’t mind,” he said, nudging her back to the present. “I was a soldier, so, it’s not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before.”
As if to prove his point, he kicked off his shoes and, without preamble, shucked off his pants. Chun-Li averted her eyes instinctively, but still caught a glimpse of his bare backside, the way the taut muscle moved and flexed as he carried his clothes over to one of the lockers by the wall.
Glancing over at the others, she saw Mary-Jane pulling her black suit off, a split emerging down its back like on a wetsuit so she could pull it off. Copperhead, meanwhile, had already pulled off the tiny jacket she wore on her upper body, and was now sitting down unravelling the ankle-wraps she had instead of shoes. Chun-Li followed the blonde’s eager gaze over her own shoulder, and realised she was watching Kyle as he put his stuff away.
Shaking her head, more at herself than anyone else, Chun-Li started unbuttoning her shirt, trying her best not to blush.
“So, I gotta know,” Copperhead was saying to Mary Jane as she peeled her practically skin-tight pants off her hips and down her long, lean legs. “How did you just shake my venom off like that? I gave you a pretty strong dose, you should’ve been dead in like a minute, tops.”
“Well,” Mary Jane said, topless, the upper half of the black suit hanging around her waist as she extricated her arm from one of its sleeves. “It’s a long story. The basics of it, though, are that this thing,” she held up the empty sleeve, “is actually this alien symbiote. My husband, Peter, found it ages ago on a different planet, another long story, back before we were married, and he brought it home with him. We thought it was dead, but a couple of months back I got suckered into bonding with it, and now I’m kind of stuck with it. It flushed your poison out of my system.”
“So cool,” Copperhead breathed, leaning forward to study the garment, seemingly heedless of Mary-Jane’s bare breasts right above it.
“So is it that which lets you pick really heavy things up, and stick to walls and stuff?” Chun-Li put in, pausing in pulling up her sports bra, to which Mary Jane nodded.
“Yeah. Peter has these sorts of powers naturally, more or less, and when I started to join him, out superhero-ing, I used this power-copying tech we got off the Regent. But that was weakening him during our fights, so I went looking for something else.” She held up her hands, as if to say, ‘and there you have it’.
By this point they were all undressed, and had their clothes put away. Kyle was the first to the shower, and after a moment studying the controls, turned the hot water on. There was a grumbling, banging noise from the pipes as any leftover trapped air was forced out, and then the hot spray hit him in the face.
For a moment he stiffened, eyes shut, then relaxed as he got used to the temperature.
“Is it good?” Chun-Li asked, smiling.
“Yeah,” Kyle smiled back at her, practically groaning with relief. “Yeah, it’s great.”
The others needed no further encouragement, quickly moving to some of the unoccupied showers next to it and turning them on. Soon the room was filling with billowing clouds of steam, the four luxuriating under the warm water.
“I did not know how much I’d missed this,” Chun-Li murmured, all tension draining out of her face and her whole body relaxing as she moved back and forth under the water. Mary Jane looked curiously at her, and she blushed a little.
“I grew up on a farm,” the policewoman continued, “and we didn’t really have hot water. It was so amazing the first time I had a hot shower that sometimes, when my job with Interpol would take me to places where there was a really good hot water system, I’d just stand under it for a really long time.”
“Oh, believe me, I get it,” MJ said. “It’s a really nice feeling, especially when you’ve got like…” she gestured at herself, “well, like this.” Chun-Li chuckled a little, and then shut her eyes, running her fingers through her hair. Mary Jane found herself watching the other woman under the shower, as the water ran down over her impressive physique. Her arms were held up to work at her hair, and the pose showed off her powerful, well built biceps. The theme of physical power held as MJ looked down the other woman’s body, watching as the water flowed over impressive breasts to run down her six pack abs, and finally down her thick, muscular thighs, the contours of her toned physique glistening under the overhead lights. MJ actually blushed.
Peter and she had been talking at one point about people they found attractive, and they’d ended up making it into a game, saying they would each have one person it was ok to have sex with outside of their marriage. MJ knew it was a game a lot of couples played, and neither of them was serious about it. She had expected him to pick Gwen Stacy, his lost Lenore, but to her surprise he had instead picked Felicia Hardy. In retrospect it had hardly been that surprising, Mary Jane reflected, she had known Peter had held a torch for the flirtatious cat burglar nearly up until they had got married. They had always wondered what had happened to her after the Regent’s takeover, if she had died, or if she had just given up her identity completely and gone to live in hiding.
Once she’d gotten over her initial surprise, MJ had picked Felicia too, much to Peter’s shock. They’d both had a good laugh and gone back about their day.
Deep down, though, while she had played it off like a joke, MJ did sort of wonder sometimes. Would she actually enjoy that? Not that she would ever want to hurt Peter, but if it really were okay with him, would she enjoy being with another woman?
Evidently she was staring a bit too long, and following that line of thought a little too far, because the next thing she knew, Chun-Li was staring at her, looking slightly nervous.
“Do I look okay?” she asked. “Is there something wrong?”
“Oh, um…” Mary Jane tried to think of an excuse, and couldn’t. “You look great.”
“Really?” Chun-Li said, smiling. “I always kind of worried, you know, that maybe I looked a little too…?” She completed the statement by flexing both arms, bodybuilder style.
“No, no, no way, you look fine,” Mary Jane babbled, trying to ignore the sound of Copperhead sniggering behind her. “You still look very… well, feminine, and, er…”
Stop, for god’s sake, she thought, but it was too late.
“Your breasts look really nice!” she blurted out. Chun-Li immediately turned tomato-red, half turning away from Mary Jane in embarrassment. MJ buried her face in her hands, mortified, as Copperhead howled with laughter behind her.
“She’s right!” The latina gasped, leaning against the wall in-between guffaws. “She’s right, you do have fantastic tits.”
Copperhead came closer, grinning furiously, blond hair slicked into spikes by the water.
“I gotta, I got to ask, how do you have muscles like that and still have a chest that’d put fucking Wonder Woman to shame?”
Chun-Li shrugged awkwardly.
“I don’t know, good genes? Who’s Wonder Woman?”
“This amazon princess who lives in my world; long story. She’s ridiculously hot.”
“I, um, thanks, I guess?” She looked at Mary Jane, wanting to break eye-contact with the assassin leering at her. “You look great too, actually. You’re in great shape.”
“You’re very kind,” MJ said, busying herself with the shampoo bottles to try and hide her own blush. “I used to be a model, but I gave it up after I had Annie. That was ten years ago.”
Chun-Li raised an eyebrow, casting a speculative eye over the redhead’s naked body, trying not to make it look like she was ogling her wet, dripping form. “That’s a surprise. You don’t seem like the sort to have had a child that young, if I’m alright saying.”
Mary-Jane shut off the water, put the shampoo down and turned to face the other woman.
“Wait,” she said, frowning. “How old do you think I am?” Chun-li shrugged.
“Uh, about the same age as me, 28 or thereabouts?”
At first Mary-Jane was about to scoff at the other woman’s feeble attempt at flattery, but then she saw the honest, open expression on her face.
“...No, I’m 39.”
“What!?” Copperhead barked from behind her as Chun-Li’s jaw dropped. There was even a clatter and a curse as Kyle dropped the bottle of body-lotion he’d been using on his foot. “No fucking way are you nearly forty!”
Mary Jane was about to set them straight, when she caught sight of herself in the reflection off the polished black tiles that covered the wall. As she studied her reflection, she realised with a sharp stab of shock that the others were right.
The fact was that while Mary Jane had done her best to keep in shape, as she approached 40, her body had begun to show the subtle signs of aging. Her breasts didn’t sag too much, and Peter was nice enough not to say anything about it, but it was definitely happening. She wasn’t overweight, but her belly had a little bit of a fold to it when she bent over.
It wasn’t anything horrible; Mary Jane called it her Mom Body, just the sort of thing you got after having a child.
It didn’t look like that now, though. Now her breasts sat higher on her chest, like they had when she was a teenager. Below them, her stomach was as flat now as it had been ten years ago. In fact, examining her entire body, the little changes were everywhere. The little bits of loose skin she’d worried about on her arms and legs were gone, her muscles had toned up, even the colour of her hair seemed to be brighter; a vivid, almost blood-red rather than her usual copper. Leaning in and examining herself closely, she realised that even her crow’s feet were gone.
For a moment she wondered how on Earth this had happened to her, and then realised she had a pretty good idea of what might have caused it. For now, though, it was probably best not to alarm anyone else.
“Yeah... Huh. I guess I hadn’t really looked at myself like that in a while,” she said to Chun-Li. “I do try to keep in shape, though. Thank you.” Chun-Li shrugged, smiling.
“You two are making me jealous,” Copperhead said, leaning over to grab the body lotion. Mary Jane couldn’t imagine why.
Cleaned of grime and dried sweat, the blonde was a figure of latin beauty, the black tattoos encircling her upper torso and running down her back blending nicely with her tanned skin. Though her breasts were indeed smaller than MJ and Chun-Li’s, albeit not by much, they were remarkably perky, the nipples pierced with silver barbells. Copperhead’s belly was a tight six-pack, and her arms and legs were toned like those of a gymnast.
She caught Mary-Jane’s eye and winked, her forked tongue flickering lewdly in and out of her mouth.
“You wanna scrub my back, baby?” she crooned. “There’s this little spot I can’t reach right here…”
Unbeknownst to the others, Kyle turned the cold tap of his shower on full.
****
It was late now, and after the shower, they all retreated back to their separate rooms. Under normal circumstances, Mary Jane wouldn’t have put the black suit back on, not while she slept. This thing had killed people. It had tried to kill Peter more than once. She didn’t want to let it inside her head again.
But she had questions that needed answering.
Calming herself as best she could, she slipped the black suit back on, sat on the bed and shut her eyes, listening.
My body is different, she thought. I’m guessing you did that.
We did, the symbiote answered.
Why?
We improved you. Mary Jane almost laughed.
You gave me a tummy tuck and a boob job?
Your species’ bodies degrade as you age. We reversed that process, and repaired any damage that had been done during your life, or by the birth of your child. We even took care of that strange little lump next to your cervix.
MJ missed the last part, pacing back and forth across the room as she thought. It did make a little more sense that the symbiote would modify her internally than that it would just be concerned with her image. The question was…
Why? Why do you care if I’m in better shape?
We cannot survive long without a host. For now, you are that host. If you die, so do we. The stronger you are, the better your chances for survival, and the better ours are as well.
Mary Jane stopped pacing, taking a seat on the bed. The symbiote had gone silent, and she thought about what it had said.
The idea made sense on the face of it. Neither of them liked the other, but they were in this together for now. From what she knew, symbiotes exposed to Earth’s environment, or something like Earth’s environment, didn’t live long without a host. Finding a new one wasn’t just a matter of grabbing the next living thing that came along; not everybody was compatible with one of these things. That meant that for it to survive, she had to survive. It would help her, but there was nothing charitable about it.
Except…
That wouldn’t explain what had happened earlier. Copperhead’s question in the shower had reminded her of their fight earlier. The symbiote had neutralized the assassin's poison, which made sense. It was important to keep her alive.
But it had required her to stop holding it under tight control; to stop holding it under any control. When she hadn’t been suppressing it before, the alien had taken control of her, leaving her with blackouts, gaps in her memory. It had later turned out that during those blackouts Venom had used her body to run rampant. She wasn’t entirely sure whether or not it had killed anyone, and she’d been too afraid of what the answer might have been to ask Peter about it. When she had relinquished control during the fight, there was no reason for it not to do the same thing.
But it hadn’t. There was no blackout; she had remained in full control of her own body for the rest of the fight, as well as all the time since then. Why was that?
It was possible this was a trick. The symbiote was convincing her that letting her guard down wasn’t a problem, not this time or the next or even the one after that. Eventually, though, she’d get too careless, and one of these days, when she wasn’t keeping an eye on it, Venom would spring the trap, and she’d wake up surrounded by the mangled remains of the friends she had made here. The thought made her shiver.
There was, however, another possibility. The symbiote saw everything she did. It had seen the horrors this world was teeming with. It had been here for the zombies, the gargoyles, the dog-things and that monster that bled acid. Maybe it was learning that things were different here. Maybe it had realized that going for a bloodthirsty joyride wasn’t any better for it than it was for her.
MJ shook her head. She couldn’t disregard the possibility, but weighing it against the risk, it was still a bridge too far, at least for now. Exercising her will over the suit, she caused it to open up at the back again and began peeling it off. Maybe she would always need to keep this thing on a leash, the way Satsuki did with her uniform, or maybe, some day, she could allow herself to trust it. Under the circumstances, it could be the best path to survival.
For now, though, the risk was too terrifying to follow that path.
Chun-Li and Kyle had retired to their room as well, and were currently benefiting from Kyle’s good fortune of having arrived in a clothing store.
Well, Chun-Li thought as she slipped into an oversized shirt, that’s assuming anyone who arrives here has good fortune. Looking back over at him, she caught a brief glimpse of more of the scars that covered his thin body as he slipped his own clothing on. She couldn’t help but think about the world he’d come from; the things he’d described to her the other night…
“You okay?” he asked, and Chun-Li realized she must have looked like she’d been staring.
“I’m fine,” she said quickly. “I was just thinking.”
“About what?” Kyle asked, sitting down on his bunk. Chun-Li didn’t want to make him feel worse, and she hesitated for a moment.
“You know,” she finally said, moving over and sitting beside him, “everything.” She looked over at him and discovered that he was staring right at her, a small, sly smile on his face.
“Okay,” she said, grinning. “I’m not good at lying.” She took a moment before continuing. “I was thinking about you.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No. I guess…I guess I was thinking about what it’s like being here for you. From what you told me, you grew up in ruined cities and—well, they were machines, but you were spending every day fighting or running from monsters trying to kill you. Then one day you ended up here.” She shrugged. “I don’t know how this is going to sound, but I guess I just feel bad for you.”
“Hey,” he said. “I’m not gonna act like it was fun, but we dealt with it, there and here.”
“I know,” Chun-Li said, forcing a smile, “but I feel like maybe you just went from one nightmare to another. This is pretty much the same as the world you came from, isn’t it? It just has different monsters.”
“I know what you’re talking about, but it’s not all bad. It’s a little better than the world I came from, actually.” Chun-Li couldn’t help but laugh.
“How is this better?” Kyle blushed and looked away for a moment, eyes aimed at the floor.
“You’re probably going to laugh if I say it,” he said, grinning sheepishly.
“Come on,” Chun-Li said, nudging his shoulder. “How is this world better than the one you came from?”
“You really want to know?” She nodded, and Kyle hesitated a moment longer, before quietly answering.
“It’s because you’re here.”
Chun-Li didn’t reply for a moment. She needed the right words, and for a while she simply didn’t have them. Kyle seemed to have misunderstood her silence, and looked away again, blushing.
“I told you it was going to sound silly…” Chun-Li put her hand on his, keeping him from saying anything else. When he looked back at her, she simply shook her head.
“It doesn’t sound silly,” she said. The two looked at each other, their hands never parting. Chun-Li thought back over everything that had happened since she had arrived in this place. She thought about Kyle fighting beside her at the hospital, defusing whatever had been about to happen with Isabeau, just… being there while she dealt with what had happened to Cindy, standing beside even when she’d told him he should go, fully prepared to face the black monster if it had reappeared…
And she thought about that kiss. It had been a silly, spur of the moment thing, both of them so giddy with victory that they’d just sort of grabbed each other.
It had felt nice, though.
Chun-Li leaned in closer, bringing her face to Kyle’s, and said it again.
“It doesn’t sound silly at all.” Closing her eyes, she leaned forward just a hair more, and Kyle did the same, bringing their lips together.
The contact was soft, tentative, and Chun-Li felt her body flush with wonderful heat.
More.
Putting a hand on Kyle’s shoulder, she pulled him in closer, her lips molding to his. Her pulse quickened as she felt his tongue flick tentatively against her lips, and she smiled briefly, before eagerly opening her mouth and deepening the kiss. Chun-Li wasn’t completely inexperienced, but in a way this felt new, both of them being gentle in their exploration of each other, and when Kyle’s tongue lightly touched hers, the contact made her moan with pleasure, pulling the young man in closer to increase the contact.
She didn’t know how long they were locked together like that, lips moving and tongues caressing. While their mouths worked together, their hands explored. Through the haze of pleasure, Chun-Li could feel Kyle’s hands moving, exploring her with that wonderful, youthful mix of passion and inexperience. They slid up along her arms, squeezed at her shoulders, and then moved down, fingers tracing along the sides of her breasts. Hesitantly, Kyle cupped and then squeezed the soft mounds, making Chun-Li moan into his mouth again. She shifted position, sucking on his bottom lip, when one of his thumbs began brushing over her nipple through the fabric of her shirt, the other hand leaving her breast to slide down her stomach.
The feeling of that hand moving down her stomach felt wrong, so much so that she cringed away from it, breaking the kiss and pulling back, panting as she tried to understand what she had just felt.
“What’s wrong?” Kyle asked, and Chun-Li shook her head. She couldn’t figure it out, and didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, so she redirected his attention, sliding her fingers under the shirt he was wearing and beginning to pull it up.
“I’m not…” he began. “I don’t know if I’m...what you want.” Chun-Li shook her head. Pushing the shirt up, she ran her hands over his chest, tracing the scars, feeling the muscles, smaller and less developed than hers. Looking back up to his face, she smiled.
“You’re exactly what I want,” she whispered, pulling the shirt completely off him. She briefly ran her hands along his chest, before leaning in and pressing a kiss against the scar-littered skin, and then doing it again, and again. He was smaller than she was, weaker than she was, and he needed to know that it was no reason to be nervous.
Evidently the message got through, because Kyle pushed her back, just enough to slip his own hands under the hem of her sleep shirt and pull it up and off of her. Chun-Li eagerly raised her arms above her head, making the task easier for him, but when the cool air hit her naked flesh there was another wave of that creeping sensation, that wrong that slithered across her skin, intense enough now that it made her squirm. She swallowed, trying to ignore it and enjoy herself.
Wanting to do for her what she’d just done for him, Kyle leaned in and brushed his lips softly along the tops of her breasts, the gentle contact making her sigh. Wrapping her arms around him, Chun-Li pulled him into her chest, encouraging firmer touches, and Kyle complied, going from just brushing to kissing, lips pressing against the soft slopes of her breasts. It was sending little sparks of pleasure through her, but that feeling was coming back, getting in the way; the skin-crawling was worming its way in through the pleasure.
Chun-Li did her best to ignore it; to focus on the good feelings, and when Kyle’s mouth opened and he began to lick her, she tried to lean into the contact, to let herself feel what he so clearly wanted her to.
But when his tongue dragged over the nipple, the memory slammed into her, crushing the pleasure. For a moment she was cut loose from the present, and inside her mind she was back on that rooftop the first day she had come here, pinned under a monster as it prepared to… to-
She lashed out instinctively, shoving Kyle off herself, frantically crawling backwards across the bed, not stopping until her back hit the wall. The present reasserted itself, Chun-Li remembering where she was as she pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. Her heart was pounding and she felt as though she’d be sick, head still spinning with confusion as memories drifted to the fore of her mind.
The cold air on her body had felt just like the wind on that rooftop. The shirt being pulled off was like the claws tearing at her clothing.
And Kyle’s tongue had felt just like the long, horrible slithering of the demon’s black tongue on her naked flesh.
“Hey…” Kyle’s voice was soft. “ What’s wrong?”
“I…” she started, struggling to get the words out. “When I got here, I got caught by one of the flyers and…” Kyle approached her slowly, stopping just before he would have touched her, and the expression on his face was one of calm understanding.
“I get it,” he said.
“I don’t know if you do.”
“Post-apocalyptic wasteland, remember?” He stayed quiet, as though unsure what to do, before speaking again in a gentle voice. “You want me to move to another bed?” Chun-Li thought about it for a moment, and then shook her head. Kyle nodded and slid a little closer, not touching her, but offering his hand. She reached out and took it, but she didn’t stop crying.
Chun-Li had been in fights before. She had faced down armed suspects, taken their bruising hits and gotten back up to face them again.
She’d been attacked in her hotel room by an assassin, and Vega’s claws had cut agonizingly deep, but she had endured. She had risen to her feet and kicked the assassin through a wall.
She had been in all-out brawls before. She had felt her bones break, and she had dealt with it, because what broke always healed.
But now, as she held Kyle’s hand, she couldn’t stop herself from crying.
Because now something was broken inside of her, and she didn’t know if it would ever heal.
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