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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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For a moment, Chun-Li simply lay there, and Isabeau felt regret and shame rise up in her. She wished she hadn’t done that.
Then Chun-Li sprang to her feet, screeching “Cau hai!” and the Victorian woman’s regret vanished, burned away by the sheer, blatant vulgarity of what the other woman had just called her. As Chun-Li launched herself at Isabeau, the knight threw a punch directly at her face. Chun-Li ducked under it, one of her powerful legs coming out in a low, sweeping kick meant to take Isabeau off her feet. Isabeau leapt over it and skipped backwards, tossing off her greatcoat as she opened some distance between her and her opponent.
She imagined, given how she usually fought, that Chun-Li might have thought her at a disadvantage. She obviously wouldn’t use her blade or a gun on the woman, and it would have been forgivable to assume that her skills in hand to hand combat would be lacking.
But Isabeau D’Argyll was centuries old, and she’d learned more than one way to fight in that time. For situations like this…
Le boxe française, she thought with a smirk.
As Chun-Li approached for another attack, Isabeau’s right hand snapped out in an open-palmed slap that connected with the side of the other woman’s head hard enough to make her head ring. In the split-second she reeled, dazed, Isabeau launched a powerful kick at her leg that should have connected with the side of her kneecap hard enough to buckle the joint. But Chun-Li somehow saw it coming, and instead managed to maneuver herself so the blow struck the thick meat of her thigh.
Trying to follow up, taking advantage of Chun-Li being off-balance for just a moment, Isabeau moved in, throwing a jab that connected with her face and sent her stumbling back. Chun-Li wasn’t off balance for long, and as Isabeau attempted a third attack, she dropped back onto her hands and kicked with both feet, striking Isabeau in the abdomen and knocking her back into a table with enough force to shunt it backwards.
Isabeau pushed herself away from it as Kyle tried to force his way between the two of them.
“Hey, hey, knock it off!” he barked, but neither woman was listening by now. As they closed on each other again, he tried to get between the two of them, just as Isabeau went for a low piston kick aimed at one of Chun-Li’s legs. The attack barely missed his leg, and Kyle leapt away out of Isabeau’s field of view. She vaguely heard him retreat as she went for a right hook, Chun-Li evaded, and went for another sweeping kick. Isabeau dodged that by jumping up onto one of the tables, but her opponent followed, Chun-Li springing into the air, an open-palmed strike into Isabeau’s face making the entire world, it seemed, shake as the younger woman landed on the table herself now.
Kyle sprinted down the hall. He was pretty sure that, under normal circumstances, he would be laughed at for what he was doing: a trained soldier getting help to break up a catfight.
But he’d seen the way they were fighting, the sorts of blows they were throwing at each other. This wasn’t some kind of slapfight, these two were trying to really injure each other. And when one was some kind of warrior-knight, and the other a world-class martial artist who could shoot fire out of her hands, this wasn’t the kind of fight Kyle could break up by himself.
He didn’t know exactly where the other search group would be, given that they were moving, but he knew that the new arrivals, Johnny and Copperhead, were taking inventory in the big storage area, so that was his destination. As luck would have it, when he reached the room and managed to get inside, he discovered not only Johnny and Copperhead, but also April and Spinneret. All of them had been talking about something, but they cut off abruptly as he burst into the room.
“Hey,” April started. “We finished our sweep but there’s no sign-”
“Mess hall,” he panted, “Chun-Li’s fighting Isabeau!”
There was a moment’s pause, followed by a mad scramble as the other four practically climbed over each other in their haste to get out of the storeroom.
“Oh, I gotta see this!” April said as they charged off the way Kyle had come.
Kyle stood there as they left, quiet settling over the storeroom again. Then he realised their expressions hadn’t been of worry, but rather, excitement.
“...Oh for fuck's sake,” he hissed. Quickly, he left the storeroom and made for the elevator to the floor above.
There was at least one person who’d put a stop to this.
Isabeau and Chun-Li rushed each other again. Isabeau had assumed she would whip the younger woman around the head a few times and leave her suitably bruised and chastised with little difficulty, but to her surprise the Chinese woman had been giving as good as she got. She was incredibly quick on her feet, and her blows had stupendous force behind them, seeming to come from every which way nearly faster than Isabeau’s eyes could follow.
She hadn’t had a fight like this in years.
Chun-Li ducked under a roundhouse kick and rolled off the table and back to the floor, Isabeau following, trying to keep up the pressure. At some point, the two became aware of the sound of footsteps and the presence of other people. Taking a quick look around, Isabeau couldn’t see Kyle anywhere, but she did notice Spinneret, Miss O’Neil and the two who had arrived yesterday.
Somewhere in Isabeau’s mind, a small voice told her this was foolish. They all needed to work together to survive, and yet here she was, fighting an ally and being watched like some manner of prize fight. That voice, however, was tiny and distant, and as Isabeau deflected an elbow aimed at her face and responded with a left hook into Chun-Li’s abdomen, she found it very easy to ignore.
This was far too much fun.
Isabeau advanced, pressing the attack. Chun-Li moved toward her, opening her guard for a moment, and Isabeau responded with a right cross that connected with savage force. Chun-Li backed up, and Isabeau took the opportunity to snap a high kick at her head, but the Chinese woman dropped under it and drove her fist into Isabeau’s stomach. With the flow of the fight running the other way now, Chun-Li darted in and drove her knee into Isabeau, following that up with a high kick that connected with the side of her head.
Those damnable legs of hers are her favorite weapon. Isabeau thought, seeing stars. I can work with that.
As Chun-Li drove another kick toward Isabeau’s head, she ducked under the blow and seized her by the thigh, wrapping both arms around it so she couldn’t pull away. The look of alarm on Chun-Li’s face when she couldn’t get her leg free prompted a little smile from Isabeau, before she hauled back on the leg, pulling Chun-Li off balance. Her foot slipped, and Isabeau pivoted forwards, slamming Chun-Li down onto the bench next to the nearby table hard enough to knock the wind out of her.
Seeing the pained, stunned look on the other woman’s face, she almost smiled. The look shifted from pain to anger, and Chun-Li hissed through clenched teeth, seizing the legs of the bench she was lying on, and Isabeau realised her mistake a moment too late. Both Chun-Li’s legs scissored shut around her torso, the knight’s triumph evaporating as she was pinned between what felt like two iron hawsers.
Before Isabeau could attempt to break free, Chun-Li used her grip on the bench for leverage and lifted with her legs, face purpling as she leveraged every atom of muscular power in her body into heaving Isabeau off her feet and into the air. Then she twisted at the hips, and flung her opponent across the room.
Magnificient, Isabeau thought, fleetingly aware of one of their onlookers diving out of her way, and then slammed into the wall, right next to the door. The world burst into white fire, pain scorching away her senses for a moment, and as she fell back to the floor, her body made contact with the light switch, plunging the room into darkness.
It took Isabeau a moment to rise back to her feet, her spine and back muscles aching from the collision, but as she listened, her eyes adjusting to the darkness, she could hear the same pained sounds from Chun-Li, the legs of the bench scraping across the floor as she recovered her feet. The other woman was far from unscathed.
Under comfort of darkness, Isabeau allowed herself to grin.
Good.
A faint glow still came from the deactivated lights, and glowing strips along the skirting of the room became visible in the low light. This meant that Isabeau could just about make her opponent out across the room. The sudden darkness seemed to have affected their audience as well, chastening them somewhat, as not only could Isabeau see the vague shapes backing away, but she could hear them too.
“Okay,” April’s voice said, “hang on. Maybe…”
“Yeah,” Spinneret added, evidently guessing what Miss O’Neil had been saying. “Let’s stop this.”
At some point Isabeau could have appreciated the suggestion, but now, adrenaline thumping through her, body aglow with the heat of the best fight she’d had in years, the last thing she wanted to do was stop. Chun-Li came at her again, and Isabeau met her.
Isabeau had been insulted and tested, and loathe as she may have been to admit it, on some level she knew her pride had been stung as well. She’d been scared and worried for the fate of Makoto, and consumed with loneliness at being left among these strange people.
To finally forget all that for a moment, to vent the stress of the last couple of months through a fight with an actual thinking, intelligent opponent, one whose skills were almost on the same level as her own, felt glorious.
In the darkened room, the fighters closed again. Another exchange of blows followed, far more of them missing now than being blocked, as the darkness changed the dynamic of the fight. Still, they could both see well enough now, and fists and feet struck flesh again and again, pain coursing through both of them. It was trying to dodge a spinning roundhouse kick that Isabeau was brought up short by a sharp stab of pain through her lower back, and wondered if being thrown into the wall had done more damage than she had thought.
Chun-Li meanwhile seemed as though she had felt none of the blows Isabeau had landed on her, attacking so fast and so furiously that Isabeau could hardly keep up. She decided it was time to escalate.
As Chun-Li came for her again, the colour faded from the world, hardly possible to tell in the darkness. The way the other people in the room slowed down, however, was.
Isabeau advanced. She was sure to those who could see her, she appeared to bolt forward, but to her it was no more than a brisk walk. As Chun-Li threw an amusingly slow punch at her, Isabeau hooked a leg under one of hers, taking one of her feet out from under her. As she dropped to one knee, Isabeau’s fist connected with the side of her chin, snapping her head to one side. Not letting up, Isabeau slammed an open palm into her chest, shoving her onto her back. In the slowed reality of the Blacksight, she could see in detail how Chun-Li struck the floor and bounced back up slightly, her body recoiling from the impact. Isabeau descended atop her, preparing a final series of punches that would render her unconscious.
And then pain, a firework of agony shooting up her spine to explode in her brain, Chun-Li’s shin driving up between Isabeau’s legs hard enough to throw her off and over the prone fighter to land up past her head. Clambering back to her feet, she saw the Chinese woman regain her footing and come toward her, slower now than she had been before the Blacksight, but far, far faster than she ought to have been.
The Blacksight was one of the most powerful tools the Order gave to its knights. There were few things in Creation that could move fast enough to be dangerous within it.
Apparently Chun-Li Xiang was one of those things.
Tears welled in Isabeau’s eyes, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the sight of such a magnificent warrior, the sort who she’d only met a handful of over the course of her long, long life, or from the blow to the groin.
Shifting all her weight onto one leg, she struck out with the other, unleashing a rapid fire series of kicks on Isabeau. The attacks were slowed, and the knight was able to evade the first and block the second, but the third struck her in the gut, and the fourth in the head. Reeling, she barely avoided the follow-up punch, grabbing the wrist and pulling Chun-Li forward, circling around behind her while she was off balance and driving an elbow into her back. Chun-Li retaliated by spinning around for another kick, the toe of her white boot actually grazing Isabeau’s chin as she barely evaded it.
Colour, such as it was, returned to the world as the Blacksight ran out and the two women separated again.
“So fast,” Chun-Li said, gasping for breath. “How do you do that?”
Isabeau could only grin, blood from her split lip slicking her teeth.
And then the door opened.
Their eyes had become accustomed to the dark now, and the normal lights of the hallway outside were painful. Everyone in the room flinched back as they looked at the door, Isabeau hearing the distinct click of a high heel on concrete as she barely made out the silhouette of Satsuki Kiryuin in the doorway, a halo of blinding light surrounding her.
“ISABEAU D’ARGYLL!” Satsuki roared at tooth-rattling volume, “CHUN-LI XIANG! CEASE THIS IMMEDIATELY!”
Any sign of sickness or weakness was gone from the girl. Her eyes were clear, cold and hard as steel, the red scar on her forehead shining like a third eye. She seemed to project an aura of command, as though the sheer force of her will was reaching out to both of them, forcing them to submit.
“But” one of them managed to say.
“SILENCE!” She bellowed, voice like a slap in their faces, so loud that they flinched back. “The survival of everyone in this bunker is dependent upon discipline!”
“I’m a cop, I understand discipline,” Chun-Li started. “But—”
“THEN ACT LIKE IT!” Satsuki thundered. “I DO NOT SEE A KNIGHT, OR AN OFFICER OF THE LAW, I SEE SWINE, DRESSED UP IN HUMAN CLOTHING!” The crowd, including Isabeau herself, flinched back from her voice again. Her eyes were adjusting to the light, however, and as the halo effect diminished, she saw Satsuki calm herself and turn to address her.
“Isabeau,” she said, and then simply turned on her heel, taking a step back out into the hall. Isabeau hesitated for a moment. She wanted to remain here; not to take an order from a girl. At the same time, though, what had she been doing? Could she defend herself, arguing that she should remain here, purely by saying that she had been enjoying a fight? The more she thought about it, the less ground she felt she had to stand on.
When Satsuki looked back over her shoulder, her steely gaze meeting Isabeau’s once more, the knight didn’t say a word, merely following the girl out of the room.
Johnny watched Isabeau leave with Satsuki. The door slid shut after them, and for nearly a minute straight, no one said a damn thing, April heading over and turning the lights on in complete silence. It had been a rather stunning display from the heiress, that was for sure. He wasn’t a fan of hers, but Johnny had to admit he couldn’t remember Arasaka or any of the other corpos doing anything that impressive.
Chun-Li stared at the closed door, breathing heavily. Slowly, her hands uncurled from fists, and she relaxed.
“Jesus christ that girl can shout,” she mumbled. “My hands are shaking.”
The door opened again, and the same guy who’d come to tell them about the fight, Reese if he remembered correctly, came in, his expression that of a parent who’d just been forced to raise his voice to a child.
“Sorry about that,” he said to everyone, “but I’d been hoping you guys would break the fight up instead of just running in to watch.”
“Yeah,” Johnny said, scratching the back of his head. “Your Solo over there,” he indicated Chun-Li, “has to be one of the best fighters I’ve ever seen, and I wasn’t exactly going to turn down a chance to see her in action again. Still… probably not my finest hour.” There were murmurs of assent from the rest of the group. The embarrassed reactions evidently satisfied Reese, and he nodded, walking over to Chun-Li and smiling slightly. The two started talking, though their voices were low enough that Johnny couldn’t make out what they were saying. After a moment, Chun-Li left the room herself, and Kyle took a seat by himself.
“Well,” a new voice said, and Johnny traced it to its source to find the redhead in the black and white suit, Mary Jane. She was looking around the room, making sure she had everyone’s attention. “Since that’s all over with,” she said, her tone almost gentle, “I think maybe now would be a good time to get something to eat. We’re all in a good place for it, so…” she looked around again, and then nodded to April and Johnny “why don’t you too come over to the storeroom with me and we can see if there’s anything to eat.” No one was really in the mood to argue at the moment, and frankly it had been a while since anyone had had a proper meal, much less something prepared in an actual kitchen rather than taken out of a can, so she didn’t receive any objections.
A short while later, they had all seated themselves and were enjoying the fruits of Mary Jane’s labors in the kitchen. With Johnny to give her an overview of what exactly was in the storeroom, or at least what they’d covered today, and then all of them to help her get the necessary ingredients and carry them over, she’d managed to whip up enough chili to feed the entire group. Thankfully there had been bowls and utensils in the area behind the cafeteria, adjacent to the kitchen. Johnny couldn’t help but wonder for a moment about how many people this place could actually house and feed. This didn’t really have the feel of some corpo bigshot’s private bunker; it felt more military.
He decided he’d think about it later. For the moment, he shifted his attention back to Mary Jane, who had taken a seat next to him with her own serving.
“This is really good,” he said. “I’m impressed you pulled off what you did just off the top of your head.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw April nod in agreement. MJ just shrugged.
“When you’ve been a mom for a while,” she said, “you end up with a couple things you can cook in your sleep just from the repetition. Annie…” She sighed for a moment, looking down at the table, before returning her attention to the others. “This is one of my little girl’s favorites. My husband, Peter, likes it too, but he’ll eat pretty much anything so that’s not exactly a surprise.” she chuckled a little. “I know it’s not the best you can get, especially in New York or the future,” she said, looking at April and then Johnny, “but I figure it’s better than nothing.”
“It’s not exactly part of the rockerboy lifestyle,” Johnny said, “but trust me in some ways that’s a good thing. You can get steak in Night City, but it’s pretty much always grown in a tube, so, you know, pros and cons.” They all laughed a little at that and went back to eating. Kyle was a little farther down the table, and Johnny couldn't help but address him.
“I get that this isn’t quite the same as talking to her face to face, but you got to tell the so...Chun-Li, that throwdown of hers was fucking apogee.”
Kyle looked at him blankly.
“I mean it was really cool.”
He smiled. “Thanks, I guess. I don’t want to see that happen again any time soon, though.”
“How did that all get started, exactly?” Mary Jane asked. Apparently, she’d asked the question loudly enough to draw some attention, as Copperhead made her way over, taking a seat next to Johnny to hear what the soldier had to say.
“Chun-Li said something that she didn’t think Isabeau’d hear, but she was wrong,” Kyle said, shaking his head. “Isabeau had been pushing her for a while, though.”
“What do you mean?” Copperhead asked.
“Some of us are from farther back than others,” Kyle said. “Isabeau’s from...a lot farther back. She acts like it too. Chun-Li and I are...um…” he looked down at the table for a moment, grinning awkwardly.
“Congratulations,” MJ said, sounding genuinely happy for the two of them.
“Well, Isabeau isn’t happy about it,” he replied, “and she isn’t shy about letting us know. It’s not just that she doesn’t like Chun-Li being with me; she’s got that whole White Man’s Burden thing going on. We've had to put up with that for a while now, and it honestly feels like it’s getting worse. After… well, Chun-Li didn’t have a good night last night, and after that we weren’t really in the mood for Isabeau to start that stuff again. Chun-Li said as much as Isabeau was leaving, and apparently she heard it.”
“That probably got a little awkward,” Johnny said.
“Isabeau punched her over the table,” Kyle said. “That’s how the fight started.”
“Hell yeah,” Copperhead laughed. “I wouldn’t have put up with that shit either. Least she can do now is say she’s sorry.”
“She’s probably going to have to,” Kyle said. “When I went up to get Satsuki to help, I had to give her a quick rundown of what was going on. She didn’t seem happy about it.”
“Of course,” April added, “Satsuki doesn’t really seem happy about anything. I think I may have seen her smile once since I’ve met her, and that was back when she came up with the plan to kill the black monster.”
“The what?” Johnny was absolutely forced to ask. This was a piece of the local history he didn’t have.
“Oh yeah,” MJ said. “We hadn’t told you two about that. Believe me, that’s one hell of a story.” She leaned in closer, preparing to recount whatever this episode was, but she never got the chance.
At that moment, the door slid open again, and Isabeau came back in. All conversation in the cafeteria ended, and everyone turned to watch and see what she would do.
Johnny hadn’t been entirely sure what to expect, but her demeanor was as cool and composed as he’d ever seen it. Isabeau simply walked into the room and retrieved her coat from where she’d dropped it earlier. Slipping the garment back on, she turned and walked calmly out of the room. After she left, Johnny spent a long while looking at the door, thinking.
“What’s on your mind, ‘rockerboy?’” April asked from her seat across the table.
“Remember what I was talking about in the storeroom?” he asked, “before Reese came in and we all ended up here?” Looking around, he saw both April and Mary Jane nod. Copperhead and he had explained their earlier conversation about corporate dynasties to the two redheads.
“You mean about Satsuki being the next Osborn?” MJ asked. Johnny still didn’t know exactly who those people were, but she had explained it to an extent earlier, well enough that he nodded.
“Yeah, well one of the things about the skyscraper elites is that they all have favorites, you know, friends or family members who can get away with anything.” He nodded back toward where Isabeau had left. “I figured she was in for it when she was taken away earlier. I wasn’t exactly expecting Satsuki to feed her to a black program or have some hardware drilled into her spine or anything, but I was expecting something, some kind of expression or change in how she walks, anything to show that she was just checked pretty hard, and there wasn’t a damn sign of that. She didn’t even apologize.”
“I don’t like thinking about the others in here like that,” MJ said.
“Yeah,” April cut in, “but trust me when I say we might have to.” Johnny got the feeling she wasn’t talking about Satsuki, but he didn’t want to get off-topic right now, so he didn’t pry.
“You come up with an answer to what I asked you earlier?” Copperhead asked. Thinking about it for a moment, Johnny nodded.
“Remember what you said earlier about ‘LexCorp’?” She nodded.
“When they want something, they get it.”
“Exactly,” Johnny said, leaning in toward the others. “Back where I’m from I’ve never been good at putting up with people like that; letting them push everybody around.
“I think it’s about time little Miss Kiryuin finds out what it’s like when somebody pushes back.”
Chun-Li was washing her hands in one of the bathroom sinks when Kyle found her. Not for the first time, she found herself remembering why boxers wore gloves- her knuckles were cracked and swollen, some of them split and still bleeding, making her grimace in pain as she massaged them under the cold water.
Chun-Li did her best to focus on one problem at a time, but the clamour of pain signals coming from her battered body was hard to ignore. Her ear throbbed from where a slap had hit, and judging by the soreness around her eye, she could look forward to a nice black eye tomorrow. She felt certain she’d be able to see the bruises forming on her abdomen once she took off her shirt, her lip had already swollen up and there was a tender patch on her left thigh where a kick had landed.
Once she was satisfied that the cuts and grazes on her hands had, for now, stopped bleeding, Chun-Li shut the water off and began to unbutton her shirt with sore fingers, grimacing at the smell of her own sweat and blood rising from the material.
In spite of it all, though, she had a hard time not smiling. She felt strangely satisfied. Dishonourable strike to the back of the head aside, Isabeau had proven herself to be a genuinely fierce combatant. Chun-Li had wondered before if the snooty Brit would know any actual hand-to-hand combat techniques, and certainly hadn’t expected to come up against French kickboxing.
For the first time since she’d met her, Chun-Li felt she had some kind of sense of just how skilled the other woman was. Isabeau flawlessly blended what must have been decades of experience with a street-fighter’s savagery and instinct, to say nothing of the burst of terrifying speed she had unleashed near the end, when it had been all Chun-Li could do to keep her at bay.
Yet when Satsuki had arrived, Chun-Li had still known she was winning.
To have matched herself up against someone like that and have not only held her own, but been close to triumph, felt amazing. Worth the bruises and split knuckles any day.
Though next time, she reflected, she would still make a point of taping her knuckles before she got involved in a fight like that. Bending down to unlace her boots, she had to struggle not to yelp as a bolt of pain went through her.
“You okay?” Kyle’s voice made her look up. He stood in the doorway, arms folded across his chest, watching her closely. Chun-Li stood up, walking over and hugging him.
“I think I ripped my jeans,” she whispered in his ear, making him chuckle. He pulled back to look at her again.
“Sorry I couldn’t break things up back there. I hoped the others would-”
“No, it’s alright,” she shook her head, wincing at the pain flaring in her neck. “It was good. Cathartic. I’ve been in worse fights than that.” She went to pull off her shirt, and paused.
“You know,” she said, starting to smile. “I think I might need some help with this, actually.”
Holding her arms behind her as far as she could, she let Kyle pull the unbuttoned shirt off of her. She didn’t even try to unhook the black sports bra she was wearing for him, simply waiting for him to work the clasp free before she took over and slid it off her shoulders. There wasn’t really anywhere to sit down in the large shower room, so Chun-Li leaned back against a wall while Kyle worked to pull off her boots, and then she unbuttoned her jeans and they worked together to slide them off.
All through the process, she noticed him taking her in, everything from his eyes darting to her breasts as they swayed a little when she moved, to the way his fingers trailed along her thighs as he pulled the jeans off. The attention was almost tangible, and she could feel her skin flushing with arousal, heat pooling between her thighs.
And then he was done, and stepped back respectfully. Reaching down, he picked up her clothes and moved them out of the way.
“Do you want me to bring you a change of clothes?” he asked. “You know, for when you’re done?” Chun-Li couldn’t help smiling.
Raised after the end of the world, and somehow, Kyle Reese had still turned out so gentle.
“Actually,” she said, “I’m still sore enough that it might be hard for me to do this.” She shrugged as she looked at Kyle, watching his eyes go to her breasts again as the motion caused them to rise and fall. “Would you be nice enough to help wash me?” It wasn’t a question; it was an invitation. It seemed to take forever for Kyle to respond, but eventually he smiled.
“Well, if you need my help…” he said, and began pulling off his clothes. Stepping under the spray, he reached over and grabbed a bottle of shampoo, before gently working the suds into her hair. She hummed at the sensation of his fingers massaging her scalp, smiling lazily.
“I thought you might have wanted to wash some other things first,” Chun-Li said, her tone making it very clear she wasn’t complaining.
“Oh, don’t you worry,” Kyle said, a little grin appearing on his face. “I’ll get there.” Both of them laughed softly at his admission, and as the laughter faded their mouths came together, lips molding to one another as tongues played eagerly. Taking him by the shoulders, Chun-Li spun the two of them around, pressing Kyle against the wall and trying to make the kiss even deeper. She could feel his hands running down her back, one stopping at the small of her back while the other continued down, squeezing her rear before taking hold of one of her thighs and lifting it up to wrap around his waist.
The two broke the kiss, and Kyle began working his way down her throat, kissing along the smooth flesh. As he made his way past her collarbone, though, Chun-Li began to feel the same sense of revulsion she had experienced the previous night. When the hand that had been on her leg slid up her front and cupped a breast, she grasped his wrist.
“Wait,” she said. She didn’t really explain, but he stopped nonetheless.
“Is it happening again?” Kyle asked, and she nodded.
“I want to,” she said. “I really, really do, but…I don’t know if I can.” Kyle stepped away from her for a moment, thinking. Chun-Li felt embarrassed to say it, and beyond that, there was that fear again, fear of being broken; of being unable to really...experience this, as she should.
“Was there anything it didn’t do?” he asked. The question pulled her away from what she had been thinking about herself, bringing her back to the present, and to him.
“Things it didn’t do?” she asked.
“Like, did it do this?” Kyle asked in return. Lifting her arm, he kissed her palm, and then up along her fingers. Chun-Li understood, and it made her smile. She didn’t particularly want to think about what had happened to her that first night, but in a way, what Kyle was offering was the opposite, allowing her not to tread on her painful memories, but to try something new instead.
On impulse, Chun-Li pressed her thumb against his lips, and Kyle opened his mouth, taking the tip of the finger in and brushing his tongue over the pad. The touch sent wonderful heat through her.
“No,” she said quietly, finally answering his question. “It never did that.” Moving away from her hand, Kyle took a knee in front of her, trailing fingers over her abs.
“How about this?” he asked, pressing a lingering kiss against the muscles. The breath from his nose blew across her naked belly, and her skin flushed with the sensation.
“No,” Chun-Li said. She was already slick with arousal, and her excitement only increased when he put his hands on her thighs and gently pushed them apart. She parted her legs, and he leaned in close to her mound, enough so that she could feel his breath on her down there too. He didn’t say anything this time, just looking at her, asking the question with his eyes.
Chun-Li didn’t speak either, breathing deeply through her open mouth. She simply shook her head.
Kyle leaned forward just a little more, his lips brushing incredibly lightly across her sex. The contact sent pleasant tingles racing up her spine, and she closed her eyes. She felt his breath on her again, waiting for what he would do next. She had heard about this before, but no man had ever done it, and she had never asked, thinking they wouldn’t want to; that they would think of it as being dirty.
With her eyes shut, the first lick was almost like an electric shock of pleasure, causing her back to arch and her legs to tense.
“Ahhh,” was all she could say, smiling open-mouthed at just how good it felt. The next lick was even better, and the next better than that, and Chun-Li backed up against the wall, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair as his tongue swept across her lower lips again, the erotic itch spreading out from her sex through her belly. She began to breathe faster.
If that had been a wonderful experience, though, it didn’t even compare to what it felt like when Kyle’s mouth closed over her sex, and she felt his tongue begin to push itself inside. A loud moan escaped her and she very nearly collapsed, holding onto Kyle’s head as much for support now as to keep him in place. Her toes curled and she squirmed in mounting pleasure as the hot, wet invader worked its way deeper into her folds, its gentle sweeps igniting nerves and setting pleasurable fire in her core.
Opening her eyes, Chun-Li saw Kyle looking up at her from between her legs, neither his eyes nor his tongue breaking contact with her as this wonderful torture went on and on. His hands were on her thighs, thumbs pressing and massaging the muscles as he now added a slow, long sucking to what he was doing with his tongue. Chun-Li shifted again, unable to stay still as the sensations washed over her.
“Don’t stop,” she murmured, her first coherent words in a while. “Please don’t stop...” She leaned her head back against the tiled wall as Kyle’s tongue pulled out of her in a smooth, delightfully slow move, and then sent a feverish wave of pleasure through her as it rolled over her clit. Her whole body shook with the intensity of the sensation, and then he did it again, and again.
Chun-Li was breathing faster now, face tilted up into the shower spray, hands balling into fists on the wall as every muscle in her body seemed to grow tighter. Her body drew more and more taught, like a bowstring being pulled back, ever more tension building.
And then, when she thought what Kyle was doing couldn’t possibly be any more incredible, he sucked her clit into his mouth. The liquid warmth was intense enough, but then he began flicking his tongue against her sensitive bud in rapid movements, the little lightning bolts of ecstasy coming faster and faster, the muscles of her body tightening into iron bands.
Finally, the dam burst, and Chun-Li clamped her thighs shut around Kyle’s head and neck, trying to pull him even harder against her as wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over her, radiating from her molten sex and rushing through her whole being, over and over and over again. She was making noise, but she had no idea whether she was saying anything; all she wanted was for this to go on forever.
Eventually, though, it stopped. The energy drained from her body, and as her muscles went limp, Chun-Li slid down the wall a little, finally plopping down into a seated position on the shower floor, swallowing and trying to catch her breath, still making small, soft noises of satisfaction as she regained her senses.
After a few moments, when her faculties had been sufficiently returned to her, she noticed that Kyle was sitting down as well, coughing and rubbing his throat. She almost asked what had happened, and then remembered squeezing her thighs shut around him.
“Sorry,” she said, still getting her breath back. “Wasn’t…trying to choke you.” Much to her relief, Kyle laughed, at least as much as he could at the moment.
“Oh my god, Kyle, that was amazing. How did you learn how to do that?"
"Well, let's just say there was this time when I was adjutant to Commander Barron, and she knew what she wanted out of her soldiers."
"Ah, so it wasn't all bad, living in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, then?" Chun-Li said, grinning.
They both laughed again, until she looked down his lean frame, her eyes coming to rest on his cock, not the biggest she’d ever seen, but certainly not the smallest either, and looking almost painfully hard.
“You didn’t…” Chun-Li started, and Kyle waved it off.
“It’s okay.” He started to get back to his feet.
“Like hell it is!” She leaned forward, grabbing his legs and pulling him toward her. Kyle made a small noise of surprise, propping himself up on his hands but making no effort to get away. Looking back up to his face, Chun-Li could see him watching her silently, mouth slightly open, the look of anticipation on his face making it impossible for her not to smile. She broke eye contact and returned her attention to her prize.
She hadn’t done this in a while, but she knew what to do, and could make it fast if she wanted to. What Kyle had done for her, however, had been so very, very nice, and she felt like paying him back in full.
Instead of taking him in her mouth immediately, she leaned in close as the shower water poured over them both, making a big show of looking at him from different angles, like she was curious, and in the process allowing her wet hair to trail along his thighs and even tickle against his shaft. Her mouth was open, and she let her breath tantalize him as well, long, slow exhalations that she imagined brushing hot against his naked skin. She teased him like that enough, and then decided to take it up a notch. Leaning in very close, she let him appreciate how close her lips were to him for a few seconds, and then dragged her tongue up his length in a long, slow stroke.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, his whole body shuddering at the contact. Chun-Li smiled, glad that this was working out as well as it was, and did it again, doing for him what he had done for her, taking her time and tasting every inch of him. Taking her attentions lower, she nuzzled against his balls for a moment, before sucking one into her mouth and running her tongue along it, keeping her grip on his thighs and feeling the muscles quiver with sexual tension.
“Oh, my God,” he said, “if you keep doing that, I don’t think—”
“Uh-uh,” she said, taking her mouth off of him. “You’re going to hold on until I get to the good part.” Raising her head until she was looming over him once more, she gave one more tantalizing breath, blowing the warm air directly onto the head of his cock, and then brought her head down, pressing her lips to the soft head in a long kiss before opening them gradually, sliding him into her mouth inch by inch.
Kyle’s hips bucked as she took him into her mouth, but Chun-Li held him in place, enjoying her power over him as her nose finally pressed into his pubic hair. He wasn’t quite long enough to take fully into her throat, but his head just barely brushed the back of her throat, a perfect fit as far as she was concerned. Sucking hard, her cheeks caving in, she drew herself back, letting her tongue slide along his length as she retreated, and then hovering with just the tip in her mouth. Stopping there for a moment, she flattened her tongue against the head and licked around it, her eyes slipping closed as she memorized every detail, and then slid her tongue down to tease the sensitive spot just beneath the head, Kyle’s rapid panting telling her she was hitting the right spots.
Then she sank back down and repeated the entire process.
“I don’t...this…” Kyle wasn’t capable of forming sentences anymore, and after a few more passes, he wasn’t even forming words, just making sounds, half-formed pleas that only encouraged Chun-Li to do more, to pay attention to every reaction he gave, to find the little spots unique to him and to focus on them, making the experience even more intense.
Finally, she felt his entire body tense up, and his cock seemed to swell in her mouth. Withdrawing until just the head was still held between her lips again, she flicked her tongue against it rapidly, doing for him exactly what he did for her, and then he released a gasping cry and her mouth was flooded with hot cum. She didn’t even think about what to do, just sucking and swallowing, allowing the warm fluid to slide down her throat and pool in her stomach, her hands massaging his thighs while his body shook a few more times, the spasms gradually diminishing until he slumped down to the tile and went limp.
As he began to soften in her mouth, she released him, looking back up at his face. He looked almost exhausted, but undeniably satisfied.
“Wow,” was all he could manage. Chun-Li smiled.
“Okay,” she said. “Now we’re even.” She looked back up at the showerhead, at the water falling on both of them, and then finally back at him.
“We should probably actually shower at some point,” she said, and helped Kyle to his feet.
When they were finally, really done showering, they dried each other off, their tired bodies rendering the movements pleasantly lazy. Keeping the towels wrapped around themselves, the pair made their way back to the room they shared and climbed in under the covers.
Chun-Li initially worried about the feel of the cool air on her skin, and what memories it might bring back, but when she pulled the blankets up over both of them, that changed things dramatically. Wrapping herself in a still pocket of warmth, she was able to relax and curl up against Kyle, and the two of them spent some time drifting in and out of a pleasant sleep, occasionally touching or kissing, but never escalating to the levels they had in the shower.
At some point, Chun-Li woke and Kyle was still asleep. There were no windows this deep underground, of course, and the lights were off, making it nearly impossible to guess what time it was. Maybe they’d been sleeping until dinner, though that seemed a little unlikely; Chun-Li couldn’t help but think that Satsuki would have something to say about it if the two of them had been AWOL long enough to miss another meal. Nonetheless, she was hungry. Begrudgingly unwinding herself from Kyle, she shook him until he opened his eyes.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I’m just a little hungry,” she said, sitting up and reaching for her clothes, left on the floor next to the bed for ease of access. “I don’t want to go all the way back down to the storeroom, but I know we brought some stuff up, so I’m just going to go to the common room and see if there’s anything there. You want something?”
“No, I’ll stay here for now.”
“Okay,” she said with a smile. “I’ll be back soon, and Kyle?”
“Yeah?”
She took his hand and brought it up to her face, nuzzling into his palm and kissing it.
“Thank you,” she said, blushing a little in spite of everything they’d already done. “Thank you for everything.”
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