Note: āyandere carlos oliveira resident evil 2 [sic] remake x neutral reader?ā Not set in a yandere āverse. Reader (and Carlos) are just aware of anime terminology lol. Also contains appreciation of Carlosās ass. Might do a part two where reader eats it. (Iāve written about dudes getting Fād in the A. This was the logical conclusion.) After I write the possessed Father Karras request, which will not feature sodomy lol.
Thank God for āKeep reading,ā because somehow this got to 8.2k words.
Imagine falling for Carlos, even after finding out heās dangerously obsessed with you.Ā
āHey! Fuckface!ā
Later that night, after your tryst, after Carlos retroactively decided itād been love at first sight, you decided against joking that thatād been directed at you. āFuckfaceā could be an apt nickname. You just didnāt want him to think of your face as his personal fleshlight. Or cushion. The idea of being used that way sent such an intense jolt of pleasure down past your waist, you almost wished you could have met him under different circumstances.Ā
Of course, he still would have turned out to be a yandere, apocalypse or not.
If youād somehow escaped before a proper introduction, Carlos told himself, he wouldāve trailed after you like Nemesis after Jill. Knocked down walls. But you were together for the foreseeable future.
(The, -seeable, and future would soon be dropped in Carlosās mind in favor of -ever.)Ā
After hitting Nemesis with the rocket launcher, the mercenaryās eyes met yours. You clearly knew you werenāt the target. You were just trying to help your⦠What was that woman to you? A roommate? Friend? God, he hoped she was just a friend. You forced a gracious smile, indicated Jill with your chin, and got to your feet.
How were you not even singed? Well, he could check your skin for burns later. Right then you wanted him to help her.Ā
āNameās Carlos and Iām saving you!āĀ
He had an easygoing way about him, even in an emergency. When, later, it became clear there was a siphoning darkness in his heart, Carlos was still charm personified.Ā
The two of you supported Jill until all three of you were underground. It was hard to carry on a convo when everyone was trying not to stumble on the subwayās endless steps, Carlos carrying a rifle while you both helped Jill descend.Ā Ā
āWeāve been bringing survivors here.āĀ
Jill finally caught her breath and stood unsupported. āāHereā where?āĀ
āMy guys have converted some subway cars into a shelter,ā he answered, checking to make sure nothing came down the stairs. He nodded at you and Jill, but made to put his arm around her shoulder again.Ā Ā
āIām fine.ā
āPersonal space. OK. I get it. Letās go.ā It came out jovial enough. Carlos didnāt want Jill to think he was hitting on her. Somehow he hadnāt been able to āaccidentallyā brush his hand against yours when assisting her, though. If she was a romantic rival, maybe it wouldāve been better to let that behemoth take her. Sure, Carlosās cute new crush wouldāve been traumatized. But with Raccoon City burning and infested with the hungry dead, well, heād love to be the shoulder you cried on.
āI donāt have any personal space,ā you joked. It just slipped out. The rocket launcher may not have been enough to take down that thing. The mood drastically needed lightening. You wanted to make a joke about Nemesisās feet being too big for the steps; heād have to roll down.Ā
That phrase was all Carlos needed to hear. He tapped your forearm and you smiled at him a second time. Smiled for him.Ā
āLetās go.ā
Before obeying, you spotted the vending machine. Carlos shouted at you to be careful while you gingerly moved your hand past the broken glass.Ā
Out of reflex, you took his. Tight as a vise. It didnāt bother him.Ā
āUm, sorry, Carlos. Iām just⦠Itās just really scary out there. I thought you might need to replenish your energy.ā
You loosened your grip and he squeezed your hand reassuringly, thanking you.Ā
Jill questioned Carlos on that monster. Thatās what she called it. āThat monster.ā No one knew what it was called yet. Personally, he made you think of a troll or some other humanoid from folklore. Probably didnāt calcify in the sunlight, though. Then you remembered the tentacles. How could you forget? Those were scary as fuck. Why were they even there?
ā...itās no zombie, it knows what it wants and wonāt stop till it gets it. Donāt you like that in a man?ā
āNormally,ā you said to Carlos, sharing a smile behind his back. āThatās not Jillās type, though.ā
āHeās all yours,ā she added, also directed at Carlos.Ā
______ liked the persistent type. Great. And if heād looked over his shoulder, he would have caught you shamelessly checking out his backside.Ā
āLook, I promise youāre in good hands. Iām with the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service. U.B.C.S. for short.ā
Uh oh, you thought, a split second before fantasizing that Umbrella Corps gave butt plugs with their logo to their top employees. Any chance of Jill being taken in by this smooth talker was nil. Not that you felt deterred.Ā
āAre you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?! You guys are the ones who caused all this!ā
Carlos woahād four times. āWhat are you talking about? You donāt have to trust me, but weāre going to the shelter.ā He opened the door to the subwayās station. āYou cominā?ā
Replaying that exchange in your mind later, you realized that if Jill had been outwardly angrier, she could have been a dead woman. Despite her tone, Jillās body language hadnāt changed as she descended that penultimate flight of stairs. S.T.A.R.S. agent or not, Carlos only saw her as useful in the sense you liked her. Platonically. How would he have excused his actions to his fellow U.B.C.S. soldiers?
Following him to the train car, you let Jill hang back a moment. Something felt off. Maybe it was the creepy posters. Normally youād be all over a Skull Stalker double feature. Trying to keep your friend safe from a real stalker quelled that desire.Ā
āHey, Captain. ______ and this fine young lady could use our help.ā
The peculiar introduction didnāt escape your notice. Mikhail, as he was about to introduce himself, nodded at you before admonishing his underling for not asking Jill her name. Turns out the captain knew of Officer Valentine. Carlosās proximity also didnāt escape your notice. Despite the fact you were a civilian, neither he nor Mikhail expected you to join the others. You listened to the rest of the conversation on your feet. The other three were sitting down, or in Carlosās case kneeling.Ā
Probably practicing proposing, you mused, unaware how not far off the mark you were.Ā Ā
ā...hey, itās cool, we all want the same thing,ā he said, dragging you out of your thoughts with a glance. āAlright, supercop,ā he addressed Jill. āHere you go. We can use this to stay in contact.ā
āI know what a radio is.ā
And so Jill returned to the surface. Concluding the prologue of your romance with Carlos Oliveira.Ā
With him and Mikhail on standby, you thought it might be rude to talk. Carlos quickly dissuaded you of that notion. He wanted to know how long youād been in Raccoon City. You grow up here? Any hobbies?Ā
To hypothetical outside observers, it was harmless flirting. To Carlos, a courtship ritual. Too bad there was no time for a background check. Not that anything he couldāve found, even your kinky Tumblr or AO3, would be shameful in Carlosās eyes. Later, youād wonder why on Earth Mikhail let you go with Carlos to clear the tracks. Did he suspect something? Know something? Or did he just get a hunch separating you two was a bad idea?Ā
Alone together. If he hadnāt been trained for emergencies, Carlosās would have quickly drifted away from Jill Valentine. You kept glancing at the time, which wouldāve bothered him if you werenāt also freely answering his queries. Asking some of your own, even. And he of course remembered to periodically check in on your friend.Ā
āJill, itās me again. You topside yet?ā
āWorking on it. So whatās the plan?ā
āThe old tankās got me clearing the tracks. _____ās here, too.ā
You hummed affirmatively. Not wanting to butt in as she and Carlos coordinated getting the power back.Ā
āToo bad Jill doesnāt have any tactical gear,ā you said, starting to feel a little warm despite the setting. You didnāt want Carlos to think that you thought he was selfish for keeping his vest. Mikhail hadnāt asked his subordinate to hand over anything else. Or offered anything himself. Everyone could count on Jill. āThen again,ā you continued, āsheās gone this far in life kicking ass in a tank top.ā
Carlos chuckled.Ā
āI still have those, uh, snacks from the vending machine. In case youāre hungry.ā
If he hadnāt told you to stay behind him on the railway, you mayāve caught the hunger in his eyes. The way you patted your pants pockets was cute.Ā
āThank you, ______, but Iām fine for now.āĀ
āYouāre fine all the time.ā
His heart beat just a fraction faster. If it wasnāt enough you wanted to feed himā¦! Junk food, but still. (There were other ways you could sate him, which could wait.) You were responding to his advances!Ā
Jill called again. While they figured out how she could go to the substation, you realized you still felt glum. Sure, Jill was in S.T.A.R.S. And Umbrella employees were actually being helpful! But-
An abrupt āfuck youā from the other line. That nabbed your wandering attention.
āWhy is she fucking-ā You couldāve blushed. Who knew when, if ever, youād get around to that with Carlos? āWhy is she āfuck youā-ing?āĀ
For a split second he pondered whether it would be a good idea to tell you. Then mentally shrugged. Carlos couldnāt afford to have you think he was sneaky. All relationships needed honesty from the get-go. Lies of omission, you figured out later, apparently didnāt count.Ā
āSheās near the substationā¦ā āYeah?ā ā...but itās through a burning alley.ā āDamn, is she okay?ā
āSo farā¦ā he trailed off. Sensing your low spirits, Carlos placed a hand on your shoulder. If you hadnāt anticipated his care, you would have tensed. Luckily, you didnāt.Ā
āJill āfuck youā-ed me because I said, āSurely a tall drink of water like yourself can put out a few flames.ā I wasnāt flirting with her, though.ā
You bit your lip. Then started laughing. Hard. Carlosās chuckle was eclipsed by your peals.Ā
āI know,ā you managed, sputtering. Carlos smiled, both hands rested on your shoulders. When his fingers dug into your clavicle, you winced. āOh no.ā
āSorry,ā he said, easing up a little. Without releasing your collarbone. āHey, I meant to ask earlier⦠Did you get singed? From the flamethrower.āĀ
āOh no,ā you repeated, this time as a lie. Not wanting him to feel bad. He saved Jillās life, after all. Probably yours, too. Nemesisās indifference didnāt guarantee your safety from other zombies. If Jillād been taken out, you wouldāve been screwed.Ā
The shirtās fabric wasnāt thick enough to shield you from thermal burns. Although minor, they couldāve used some petroleum jelly. Just as you were about to ask if Mikhail had Vaseline or something, you found yourself giggling again. Thinking about that fictitious Umbrella employee anal toy.Ā Ā
āWhatās so funny?ā
āOh, I was just thinking-ā You werenāt really, so you just blurted out a random thought from earlier. āWhatās with the tentacles?ā
āTentacles?ā
āJillās⦠pursuer.ā
āWell, heās persistent. Which you like.ā Carlos lifted a finger to point at face and you pretended to bite. Nice. āTall. You like tall guys?ā
āEh, not that tall. Makes kissing without a ladder difficult. Not a bad looking lad, though, our nemesis.ā
āOh, kiss his ass, why donāt you?ā Carlos teased.
āCanāt. Need a ladder.āĀ Ā
āWell,ā he said, hands finally sliding off your shoulders, āyou donāt need one to kiss mine.āĀ
āEh, maybe later.ā You waved a hand over the train tracks. Thinking he just liked being complimented. āWhen weāre done with this.ā
āSo, tentaclesā¦ā Carlos circled back to your improvised answer.Ā
Looking back, with Carlosās (at least rudimentary) knowledge of tentacle porn, you wondered what other anime terminology he knew. Yandere probably wasnāt in Jill or Mikhailās vocab. Maybe Carlos was a self-aware one. You werenāt sure if he knew what the proper term for what he was was. Even if he got the concept. And you werenāt going to ask.Ā
On the tracks, it was only beginning to dawn just how into you Carlos was. Sure, he seemed prone to casual flirtation and banter. Even Jill wasnāt entirely safe from it.
āCarlos, itās Jill. Iāve restored power to the subway.ā
āNice going!ā praised Carlos. You suddenly felt out of place again. There wasnāt much more you could do to help. āNext up is the traffic control system. It should be in the subway companyās offices.ā
āRight, I think I know the building.āĀ
āWay to go, partner. One step ahead.ā
āNot your partner.ā
Jill was on a mission, so you couldnāt fault her for being abrupt. Even with a hot guy trying to gauge how freaky you were, you remembered how fucked the situation was. Zombie-swarmed Raccoon City was the last place you needed to be. Well, at least I met my next boyfriend, you soothed, widening your eyes and grinning as Carlos set his hand on your shoulder again, meaning to guide you back to the subway station. Then the pain set in.
You pulled away from his touch.Ā
Being a fan of the āpersistent typeā didnāt mean you were ignorant of the common drawbacks of yandere love interests. Your personal fave was the kind who just wanted to insert themselves into their obsessionās life. Sure, the glamor cracked now and then. But the subtype seemed normal 90% of the time.Ā Ā
āTake your shirt off.ā
āWhat?ā
Carlosās hand hung in midair for a few more seconds, before dropping to his side.
āYouāre hurt,ā he stated. āI hurt you.āĀ
āWe canāt do anything about it now. And itās not that bad.ā
āI need to assess the damage.āĀ
āThereās no damage! Itāll heal. In time.ā
āCome on, let me see,ā he soothed, raising his hands, not in defense, but to āhelp.ā āItās the least I can do.ā
He just wants to see me naked, you thought, before turning away and obeying. But you werenāt taking it off fast enough.
āYouāre not like Jill. You donāt have to pretend to be badass.āĀ
You didnāt know me well enough to make that observation aloud. Even if itās true.Ā
āAnd you are?ā
āOf course,ā he replied, pulling your top over your head and draping it over a bicep. Leaving you feeling more exposed than you looked. At least he couldnāt see your expression. His tone softened. āYou need someone to look out for you.ā
A quick glance showed you Carlosās fingers hovering over your injuries.Ā
āI really wish I had some Vaseline or Aquaphor,ā you admitted, staring straight ahead. It wasnāt like the burns had been treated, properly or at all. Ice packs were luxury items right now. Maybe one of the civilians on the train had the chance to grab a first aid kit.Ā
āMe too.ā
Suddenly Carlos was in front of you. He lifted your shirt off his bulging arm. Not before burying his nose in the fabric, though. Eyes widening for a second, you realized he wasnāt just casually flirting. Carlos Oliveira wanted to fuck on Raccoon City transit.Ā
Slipping the sniffed shirt over your head was the only option. For some reason your heart was racing too quickly to think of an excuse to return to the train car topless. Mikhail might not like his subordinate getting up to hank-panky during a public emergency.Ā
āHey, Jillās not the kind of āstarā youāre interested in, right?ā
āHuh-? Oh.ā
He gestured to his backside. Then his hands, so starved for your own skin, pressed against the seat of his pants. It was hard to tell through fatigues, but you could have sworn he was, well, going commando. And you were almost correct, as youād soon find out. If heād lowered his pants just then, an impatient asshole would have been on display. His index finger aimed at it.Ā
āNo,ā you quickly added, smiling despite trying hard not to. āSheās, uh, not my type.ā
Correction, Carlos wanted you to fingerfuck him on Raccoon City transit.Ā
And more, he wouldāve added if he read minds.Ā Ā Ā
Okay, so itās like a āPeasantās Wise Daughterā deal, you thought, staring at Carlosās jockstrap from the back. Definitely inappropriate per United States Armed Forces regulations. But(t) perfect for Umbrellaās militia, you figured. Of course, you werenāt going to ask about his coworkersā undergarments.Ā
āCarlos, ______, that thing is still alive! Itās after me!ā
Pants pulled up again in a split second. Nobody wouldāve guessed heād just mooned you.
Jill sounded rightfully frantic. For once. You werenāt yet bosom buddies, but you knew her well enough to understand how dire the situation must be for her to lose her cool like that. In front of someone like Carlos.Ā
āStay-ā
āJill, you have to come back down here! Now!ā you cut him off. Stay calm. Carlos was going to say āstay calm.āĀ
She shouted that she needed to get traffic control online. You were barely aware of your surroundings while Carlos led you back to the station. At one point you realized you were holding hands.Ā
Your heart didnāt flutter at that. It was racing too hard at the possibility of losing Jill. Not that you wanted to tell him that.
He refused to let go of your hand even when Mikhail caught sight of you. The āold tankā mustāve deduced how upset you were, and so said nothing. Carlos gave him an update. Careful to praise Jillās bravery. Super careful not to hint at any sort of sacrifice. Might have to be the shoulder they cry on, he reminded himself, palms itching for yours again. You were standing closer to his superior than him. Some professionalism had to be shown. It was why he didnāt just go for a quickie on the tracks.Ā Ā
āYouāre right,ā you whispered, when it was just the two of you on the platform. āIām out of my depth.āĀ
It wasnāt just that you were terrified. For Jill, yourself, everyone on the train. You wanted to be useful and you werenāt sure how you could be. Aside from boosting the troopsā morale (granted, only one man), you were still just a civilian. Hiding underground. While some ogre fucker was up there hunting your pal Val.Ā
āI need protect-ā
Carlos was about to swoop in, cutting off your words with a hungry kiss, about to overtake you with his all-consuming love, when the fucking walkie-talkie went off.Ā
āCarlos, Iām in the control room.ā
āNice!ā His tone sounded the same, despite his frustrated expression. Which you pretended not to see. āNow you gotta plot out a route.ā
āOkay, gimme a sec.ā
Your delighted expression made his heart melt. Before he remembered you were elated about someone else being alive, the corner of his mouth received a peck. Not a full-on kiss, with your lips engulfing his, but heād take it. Normally youād be chastising yourself for moving too quickly. No one could blame you for emotional outbursts then, though.Ā
What was ______ saying? āI need protection.āĀ
(You were actually going to say āprotecting.ā)Ā
His tongue darted out, coveting your mouth, then slipped back inside. Couldnāt show you how horny he was. Not with Jill on the other line. Channel. She was on the other channel. He wasnāt going to use military equipment to fulfill any kinks. Unless you were into that. Phone sex. Maybe someday. Of course, he had zero interest in sharing you. Exhibitionism was different. Letting others bask in the glorious love he and his partner madeā¦
We donāt need protection. I want your saliva and cum everywhere, ______. And vice versa.Ā
āAlright, where are we headed?ā Jill came back, sounding chipper.Ā
āThe train is stopped at Redstone Street.ā He mentally high fived himself for not sounding horny. āWe need it to reach Fox Park Station. Can you program that in?ā
As jealous as he had started to feel, you assured him she wasnāt your type. But that was back in the tunnel, where youād tried to hide a mild injury from him. Not a big fat lie. Carlos just needed you to be open with him. In the future, he promised himself, you would be. He still felt horrible at having hurt you, unintentionally or not. Even if it happened before he realized he was in love.Ā
āHey, Iām Supercop. Consider it done.ā
You were back to holding hands, and Carlos gently pressed his lips to yours, hoping then you didnāt notice how aroused he was. The idea of your bodily fluids coating every square inch of his skin was probably too intense to tell you about, at that moment. Or your tongueāhis own tongue bitten in order to not dart out again, like a snakeāsāprobing his clenching anus.Ā
Jillās attitude was having a positive effect on yours. You gave his hand a squeeze. The couple minutes it took her to finish her task went by.
āCarlos, itās me. Iāve finished inputting the subway route.ā
āGreat!ā you mouthed. She was in such a good mood. Ā
āJill, you are amazing! Tough as nails, too. Head back to the station. Weāll make sure the subway is ready to depart.āĀ Ā
Okay, Jill Valentine could be part of the wedding part.
Surely you were wondering that, too. That or When do I get to see Carlosās hairy ass again?Ā
Heād left the flamethrower on the surface. Not that itād done much to deter that behemoth. Who kind of reminded Carlos of himself. It wasnāt like he was a stalker, though. You had zero desire to be apart from him.Ā
āNice job, supercop. Iām impressed.ā
āWe back in business?ā
Carlos informed her it would take at least half an hour for the subway to be functional.Ā Ā Ā
You rushed to hug Jill. Though something almost cemented your feet to the platform. It wasnāt your civilian status. Not this time. Just an odd feeling that was the wrong move, for some reason.Ā
The overhead door under the exit sign shot up, causing Jill to let go and Carlos to aim his rifle. Two other U.B.C.S. guys strolled in. The one with shortly cropped gray hair impatiently pushed the rolling shutters up as he entered.Ā
āNicholai! How we doinā?ā
Not bothering to introduce us, you noted. Back to business.Ā
āThe townās crawling with those freaks.ā Ah, a countryman of Mikhailās. āNo chance of fighting our way out of the city.ā He pointed at Jill, not even bothering with you. āWhy is she here?ā
āSheās helping get the trains running again,ā explained Carlos, annoyed.Ā
āBad time to start carrying dead weight, friend. Sheās unreliable. Canāt pull the trigger when it counts.ā
For your benefit, as well as Jillās, Carlos said, āHey, take it easy.ā
āSheāll get you killed.ā
Since neither Nicholai nor his companion acknowledged you, you figured you were at least a step above ādead weight.ā (Tyrell, though, as you would learn, was a better person than his brothers-in-arms.)
A noncombatant was less hated than a hesitant warrior.Ā
Get them back on the train! you imagined Nicholai barking.Ā
āSorry about that,ā Carlos made sure to apologize to Jill. It was good that his coworkers werenāt interested in you. āEveryoneās a little worked up.ā Then, āAw, come on. Not again.āĀ
Before you knew it you and Carlos were on the other side of the gate while Jill ran off, luring the pursuer away. Her explanation: āItās me heās after.ā
With fading hope, you realized Nemesis (as youād later find out he was called) was like a more intense version of Nicholai. An Umbrella employee who disliked Jill Valentine and ignored you. Carlos found that funny.
āHey, if thereās ever the opportunity for some friendly fireā¦ā
It was supposed to come out as a joke, but you werenāt so sure. Judging by the earnest look on Carlosās face. You saw his fingers graze the walkie-talkie. Alarmed, you opened your mouth to ask if heād actually turned off Jillās only way of contacting you two. Then he shoved his tongue inside.
Lust overrode your conscience and you sucked face for a minute. Before remembering Jill was in imminent danger. More peril than sheād ever been in her life. No one else here cared as much as you did. Nobody in the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service was going to risk their neck for Officer Valentine now.Ā
āGod, I canāt wait to feel that tongue-ā
You placed a hand on his chest, refusing to succumb to pecs. Somehow his vest had been removed without you noticing. Even with the shirtās thicker fabric, you saw hard nipples. Could feel them, Carlos thought, if you just moved your fingers a little⦠He was annoyed by your reluctance. Only to be sated, at least for the moment, when you rested your head against his shoulder.
Did you accidentally turn off the radio? you wanted to ask. Unsure if āaccidentallyā could be un-emphasized.Ā
Now Iām the shoulder youāre crying on.Ā
As much as you craved comfort⦠It wasnāt going to come from sex. Not at the moment. Jill wasnāt going to come back. Not unless she slayed the monster. And he was just so resilient. More lives than all the cats in Raccoon City. You could almost hear the roar of āS.T.A.R.S.!ā while Jill frantically scrambled back.Ā
Your tears gushed and Carlosās heart melted. But not his boner. There was precum. Which heād really, really hoped to have you sample. Heād been in a great mood when heād introduced himself, in part due to a fresh orgasm. Maybe a security cam caught footage of him jerking it in that alley. Cue heavy weapons specialist joke.Ā
Carlos had to quickly decide whether to let you keep at it or not. There was a good chance Jill might not be coming back, after all. Okay, that meant you needed to cry it out. (And that Carlos Oliveira would be your sole protector. You wouldnāt need to share your heart with anyone else.) Now or later. He decided to ignore his erectionāalmost as hard to kill as Nemesisāand let you finish staining his shirt with your lachrymations.Ā
He was so focused on you, he didnāt realize the radio was back on. If he noticed the start of quiet static, you wouldnāt say anything. Just hope Carlos thought heād made a mistake. You let him strum his fingers down your vertebrae. Sure, you were scared, but you could fight back tears. You chose not to, because crying could save Jillās life. If you reacted angrily, who knew how he might respond? Jillād taken issue with Umbrella and sheād be martyred for those beliefs. Because at that point you didnāt believe she was being sacrificed just so Carlos had better access to your heart. And mouth.Ā
āSorry for getting your shirt wet,ā you whispered. Hand in hand, you returned to the others.Ā
Carlosās guard was so down, he couldnāt hide his confusion when Supercop was able to break through.Ā
āCarlos, can you hear me now?ā
āJill!ā he exclaimed, clearly for your sake only. āOh, thank God! Everything okay?ā
āYeah, Iām alive. I lost him.ā
āGreat. The subwayās ready to go. Weāll leave as soon as you make it back.ā
You chose to ignore Nicholaiās response and the rest of the militiamen. How would you shake Carlos? You might have to sleep with him first. He probably expected that. Jillād known better than to immediately trust an Umbrella underling. While youād been taken in by your hero.Ā
Charming is short for āCarlos harming,ā you thought. Stupid joke, but you didnāt want to cry for this part.Ā
āCarlos, itās Jill. Do you read me?ā
āLoud and clear. You alright?āĀ
āYeah⦠Bastardās dead.āĀ
āGood. Fuck āim.āĀ Ā
That shouldāve been a relief.
āBut what were you thinking, turning yourself into bait? You could have been killed.ā
āDonāt start,ā Jill sighed. āI did what I had to.ā
āI know, and, uh, thanks.āĀ
Carlos sincerely meant that. Even though the thought of being your only defender was tantalizing, realistically he knew you were more likely to make it if more than one person was invested in your safety. His coworkers werenāt romantics like him. Their goal was to save as many civilians as possible. Lovely, empathetic ______Ā included. But not the sole priority. Carlos, however, wouldāve let that train car full of civilians combust if it meant youād make it out of Raccoon City safely. Throw those NPCs to the walking unalive ad hoc. All for you.Ā
Fuck, if youāre some kind of sick fuck, Iād kick them out one-by-one begging to live for your amusement, ______.Ā Ā
Carlos knew you (probably) werenāt. You were a sweetheart. Concerned about Jillās wellbeing and all. And his.Ā
How the hell was Nicholai not at the very least charmed by you? Carlos was extra careful to analyze everyone elseās tone and body language. To make sure there were no other potential suitors. People did crazy things in disaster situations. Even if there were technically more important issues at hand, it was hard to ignore a total smokeshow. (Especially when their personality traits were so complementary to his own.) Goodness, when would you find the time to have happy-to-be-alive sex?Ā
Unfortunately, once again, you caught him turning the radio off, so you āsecretlyā turned it back on. He thought maybe heād unconsciously done that. But no. You wanted Jill safe. And youād caught him. That was bad. Potentially very, very bad.Ā Ā
You hadnāt left him to chat with another civilian more than two times. That was a good sign. ______ ās making new friends. Both times, you faced him, shooting a grin now and then. His heart quickened. It was actually nice, gazing at you from afar. Like when you first met.Ā
Others tried talking to him once or twice, but Carlos kept those interactions as short as courtesy allowed. He only wanted what was best for you. Carlos hoped heād have time to explain that, if you couldnāt already see it. Lovers quarreled. He didnāt realize you were so unsettled, you couldnāt stand to constantly be next to him. You just couldnāt. You would slip up somehow. Alert him to the fact you knew what he was.Ā
But you needed to keep an eye on Carlos to make sure no one else became zombie chow.Ā
āJill, you there? I think I know how to slow that fucker down,ā he radioed in. More than half an hour after she left. Bluffing, for all you knew. āHead back towards the station!āĀ
āAnd lead him right to you?!ā
āItās okay. Trust me!ā
The lust was still, troublingly, simmering under the surface. It began bubbling over when Carlos actually went to greet Jill, you in tow. He grabbed her by the elbow before practically pushing her towards the entrance, into your arms. Or she would have, if she hadnāt shooed you further inside. Jill screamed at him to forget about Nemesis while he grit his teeth, firing round after round. There was an explosion and they both joined you as the overhead door descended.Ā
āCāmon, letās get out of here,ā he said. Shaken confidence audible.Ā
āCarlos, I know we didnāt get off to a great start, but⦠thanks for the save.āĀ
Jill, you wanted to shriek, he was going to let you be a casualty.Ā
Of course you knew cops and soldiers (were supposed to) lay down their lives ad hoc. You had tried and failed to convince yourself Carlos just didnāt want you to overhear Jillās āinevitableā murder.Ā
Raccoon City had become what you imagined an active warzone was like, and she was in the line of duty, yet Nemesis really was just a hitman when it came down to it. Inhuman supersoldier or not.Ā
āHey, you saved my ass first. Youāre a hell of a lot braver than me.ā
He sounded so vulnerable.Ā
āWell,ā she responded, āwhat matters is that we get everyone out of the city.ā
āYeah. Youāll be safe.āĀ
Unless he decides a fragging is in order.Ā
Was that a correct usage of fragging? Jill was a policewoman, so she outranked an evil corporationās militia. Not that U.B.C.S. cared. That douche Nicholai and his companion didnāt know or care, probably. Mikhail at least was diplomatic. Carlos was-
Mwah!
He had gotten impatient. The commute to Fox Park couldnāt happen soon enough. All Carlos wanted to do was steer you into literally any empty room and let that quick tongue of yours get acquainted with his erogenous bits. Hell, heād be grateful if you just made out sloppy and cupped his balls a couple times.Ā
Now ______ knows I am going to keep Jill safe, too.
So he saw no reason to be coy now of all times. You sighed, or moaned. Even you couldnāt tell what noise it was. Carlos almost smiled. You wouldnāt be able to control what sounds you made when he pleasured you. A pleasant surprise. But his next words shocked you, despite or maybe because of all youād been through together that night.Ā
āFrom the sound of it, I wonāt be catching the train.āĀ
āWhy not?ā Jill asked.Ā
āIf it means I can help save the city, thatās fine by me.ā
At the platform, Mikhailās jovial congratulations to Jill and command to board the subway just made you mentally scoff. How could he act like nothing was wrong with his underling? Then you realized that was a slightly ridiculous question. Nicholai was unpleasant, too. Mercenaries didnāt enlist in corporation-backed militias because they were nice, normal people.Ā
āCarlos, Tyrell, you have your orders. You need to go back into the city and find Nathaniel Bard.ā
Your heart dropped. Is that what heād been told you were mingling with other civilians? His expression hadnāt changed.Ā
Jill asked, āThis isnāt the last ride out of town, right?ā
āDo not worry,ā Mikhail soothed. āOnce the civilians are safe, the train will be back.ā
āDonāt worry, I wonāt die on you two,ā Carlos said, eyes lingering on you before flicking to her. āI wonāt leave you in a cold, cruel, Carlos-less world.āĀ
Jill moved on, but you lingered in the train carās doorway. Feeling desperate. It hit all of a sudden that you might not get to see your rescuer again. He didnāt exactly fit the definition of hero. (Para)military hero, maybe, yeah. Was he just acting this way because of Mikhailās watchful eyes, or did Carlos have a change of heart?Ā
You realized Jill was watching the three men through the window. She may or may not have been able to read lips. You decided to eavesdrop. For her sake. Not just my curiosity, you told yourself.Ā Ā
ā...find this scientist. His vaccine research could save us all.ā
āYou see?ā Nicholaiās voice almost made you jump. āYouāre learning. The only life that matters is your own.ā
What if someone else becomes my life?
āAlright, letās go,ā Mikhail casually ordered, making you actually jump, just in time to avoid getting caught by the automatic door.Ā
Carlosās eyes widened. Tyrellās might have, or maybe he lifted an eyebrow. Your gaze, though, was trained on Carlos. Who was ecstatic.Ā Ā
It hadnāt really occurred to Carlos you would put yourself in harmās way for him, which he wouldnāt ultimately let you do. He was your protector. And you knew that. Relied on it. To the point where youād defied Mikhail and jumped from a speeding train, as heād already begun to remember your return. All thoughts of Jill Valentine, his duties, everything else melted away as he stepped forward for a devouring embrace.Ā
You decided to believe heād turned off the radio by accident after all.Ā
You wondered whether Tyrell knew, or at least suspected, something was off about his squadmate. Either way, you figured it was safer to act coy. Like you didnāt want any more PDA until entering a safe zone. Your new boyf was a good soldier. The soppy looks he couldnāt stop shooting made you nervous, however. Tyrell was thankfully much less distracted.Ā
Carlos, grown more adept at reading your body language, slowly at first, began to understand he needed to act like a soldier again.Ā
Fighter, not a lover. Lover will come later.Ā
Neither Mikhail nor Nicholai were radioing in. And he didnāt feel like mentioning them. Or Jill. Heād nearly forgotten her. Now that she wasnāt a liability, and couldnāt protect you from afar, she just wasnāt on his radar anymore. If Tyrell wasnāt there, he would happily turn soppy to sloppy with you. But you only wanted Carlosās attention.Ā
When Tyrell referred to Jill as Carlosās āhot dateā by the Raccoon Police Station, you almost burst out laughing. Maybe he was just trying to irk Carlos. Who quickly corrected him.
You cringed when he opened the gate. It couldāve used some WD-40.
āAlright,ā the other U.B.C.S. member relented. āKeep your head screwed on, Romeo. This is the police station.āĀ
āUh, are you sure? āCause it looks more like a cemetery to me.ā
You agreed that it did look more like a burial ground than anything. There were even benches for the bereaved. No stone crosses, angels, or any place for epitaphs; each grave marker was a wooden post.
As the three of you made way across the courtyard and a short flight of steps, you heard a demand for a Brad to stop. By this point Carlos trusted you to stick to him, while he shouted āT!ā and Tyrell immediately began breaking down wooden boards.
āCāmon, man, not you, too.ā
Gunshots rang out, a hoarse āsorry,ā then a scream, and finally what was probably the tearing of still living flesh. The door shut so faintly before locking you didnāt hear it. Tyrell confirmed that, while Carlos decided to take on the zombified Brad. Who you then recognized as one of Jillās coworkers.Ā
New position just opened up.Ā
Your admirerās moves were more predictable now that he thought of you as a partner. You dodged his steps as he backed up, futilely firing at Bradās Rasputinian skull.Ā Ā
āHeās S.T.A.R.S.?ā quietly remarked Carlos before pocketing the fallen officerās ID. It had taken fifteen shots. āThat could be useful.ā
Fifteen shots. Was Nemesis really dead this time? Bioengineered with the sole mission of obliterating each member of Special Tactics and Rescue Service. Not just Jill Valentine. What would Nemesis do if he found the body? Move onto the next target, probably. An image of a poster, WANTED DEAD OR UNDEAD emblazoned underneath Jillās picture made you shiver.Ā
āHey, the big guyās not going to mistake us for S.T.A.R.S. if we have that, right?ā
āIām carrying it,ā he soothed.Ā
Like that mattered. Youād been in the line of fire. Thereād presumably been only one of those roided out zombies running around. Nemesis would āresurrectā again, and you just had to trust MikhailĀ wouldnāt sacrifice Jill when he did.Ā
Carlos wonāt hurt you. Carlos wonāt let you get hurt.Ā
You thought back to how he reacted to your minor burns. The guilt. It hadnāt been an act. He might play pretend around others. But when it was just the two of you alone togetherā¦
Carlos prayed heād get you to himself soon. This roomy building probably had to have some not-too-creepy place where you could explore his fit body. You were also thinking of how spacious the police station was. A former museum, Jill had mentioned once. Too bad all that funding was mostly useless during a zombie apocalypse.Ā
āWhereād that cop go?ā demanded Carlos as you went inside.Ā
āDonāt know, donāt care,ā replied Tyrell. āWe have a job to do.ā
If itād been Nicholai leaning over a desk, Carlos mightāve actually brained his partner. T wasnāt a bad guy, though. Certainly not a threat to _____. Disinterested, if anything.Ā
āIf our intelās still worth a damn, then Bardās still in the S.T.A.R.S. office. Letās find him and take him into custody.āĀ
Carlos thought too soon. āCustody?ā he asked aloud. Oh no. Offing zombies was one thing. Arresting a live target. What the hell would he do if Bard did something stupid?
āWeāre not rescuing him?āĀ
Tyrell either hadnāt heard you or didnāt care. Carlos was glad you were on the same wavelength, though. T then called him over.Ā
āRemember, Bard had access to Umbrellaās darkest secrets. He knows weāll try to keep him under our thumbs.ā
Uh oh. Why was he speaking so freely about that in front of you?
Your soulmate didnāt bother masking his tone. āSo this search and rescue mission is more of a find and detain.ā Eyes wide as saucers, you nodded. Tyrell was focused on the computer. ā...Right. Good to know.ā
Looking over his shoulder, you noted that the office was next to a library. For future reference. Possibly a good place to get further acquainted. Roleplay a librarian and a patron who talked too much, needed a cock in their mouth about it. Around 613.9. Coincidentally, that was the only Dewey Decimal Carlos knew off the top of his head. Of course, you lamented, it was a police library. And surveilled besides. There was a shower room nearby, though.Ā Ā
ā...stay here and find out whatās going on here at the station.ā
āCall me if you find anything,ā Tyrell addressed you. Confused for a sec, until you remembered Carlos had entrusted you with the radio. You nodded and started off. āHey. Be careful.ā
āYou too, man,ā Carlos called back, still clearly unhappy about the arrest order. At least you were with him. He didnāt hand over a weapon. A rifle was secured on his back while he brandished a handgun. You were okay being designated lookout.Ā
āAlright,ā were the next words out of his mouth. To an overhead door with a crudely made sign. āYou want me to keep out, Iāll keep out.ā
You moved onto the next door. Which Carlos proclaimed āweird fucking.ā
āLeave it,ā called Tyrell. āWeāre here for Bard.āĀ Ā
āIs that a spade? Like the card suit?ā you wondered, running a finger over the blue design. Probably paste. Even if this building was originally built for a fancier purpose, you figured you were looking at glass.Ā
ā...clear,ā Carlos breathed, voice deeper. It touched you a little that he hated the idea of making Dr. Bard a prisoner.Ā Ā
The gun was drawn as he sped upstairs, while you kept a hand on the bannister. Nothing there of use, besides some bullets, which he pocketed. You wondered why the statue was covered. You joked he was scoping out makeout spots. Downstairs, in another room, you spotted a memorandum.Ā
āāIf your card goes missing, report it lost immediately.āā Remembering the late Brad Vickers, you made a face. Carlos mouthed thanks before unlocking a storage box with the pilfered ID. Ammo for the rifle. Perfect, because the noise of gunshots interspersed with screams seeped through the door. Back against the wall, your boy carefully opened it. Even from your angle, you were given a clear sideview of a monstrously lengthy tongue extend towards two gunmen and reel one towards an offscreen maw.Ā Ā Ā
āWhat-?ā started Carlos.Ā
ā...were you saying earlier about tentacles? Between this and Jillās boy, Umbrella scientists are some freaks for real.ā
āCouldnāt have been a zombie.āĀ
He told you to lower your eyes as you two gingerly made your way down the adjacent hallway. Replaying the shadow play of the appendage reeling in its victim. It sunk in that you two might die here.Ā
You ignored the bodies. Carlos didnāt need to tell you to not pass under the blood dripping from above. A carcass stored in a ceiling hollow, like a slaughtered animal in a larder, didnāt seem so farfetched. Later heād tell you someoneād been essentially meat hooked. So you were half-right.Ā
āIt didnāt stick around. Here we go.ā
As you looked up, he fired at a far off figure. Too distant to tell who or what it was. Something hurried past a window. A blood-coated man crashed through the next window. Before you knew it, a second zombie joined the party through the double doors on the right. Carlos made quick work of them. Not quick enough, in your opinion. You wished he could give you a gun. The unknown monster was out there. Its tongue big enough to bind you two twice around and pull you onto gnashing teeth. If it even had teeth. And maybe it was humongous enough to swallow prey whole. Dozens of possibilities of what it looked like ran through your mind.Ā
A mounted television set in a dark room silently broadcasted RCBN. Not seeing anything remotely hopeful on the news, you followed Carlosās light. He opened another set of double doors, before dispatching a zombie.Ā Ā
Carlos was determined to ensure your mutual survival. Dying together was romantic. But seeing you suffer was unbearable. He didnāt even like seeing you bored. Especially when he was right there. His darling wasnāt even fazed by the sound of gunfire anymore. To amuse yourself, you decided to read arrest reports. You read one then informed him there were confiscated explosives.Ā
Very useful to know, but as he stabbed a fallen cop to (a second) death, blood spraying every which way, he wished you could drop you off at the library or by the vending machines. Then find Bard. Make him willingly go with Tyrell. Somehow. Then victory fuck you.Ā
Huffing, he looked down at himself. There were showers and probably something to āexsanguinateā his clothes. The thought of getting his abs, genitals, and crack soaped up perked Carlos up a little. Maybe you liked your men bloody. After all, you were watching him slash a neck again and again without comment.Ā
Some kind of fucked up foreplay.Ā
He went to doubletap (doubleslice) two more bodies lying on the floor.Ā
āThere you are, dickface.ā
A quadrupedal beast had skittered up. First thing you noticed were the claws. They belonged on a mole gone apex predator. Then the face. Its brain was exposed. Zero eyes. How Carlos had guessed that was the same monstrosity from earlier you didnāt know. Once you saw its tongue up close, lashing at him, you understood. It mustāve had a pretty large cavity to store that appendage. Maybe when it was digesting a large meal, it hung out, lolling.Ā
Carlos pulled you around a corner. Finally he was able to riddle it with bullets. Not that the entry wounds were visible, due to its large frame and the police stationās darkness.Ā
Despite a lack of skin, the Licker bled no heavier than the others.Ā
You told Carlos your teratophilia only extended to fictional beings. Just to keep the mood light. The next time he came across a more humanoid zombie, he didnāt bother letting you get a good look before he knifed it in catharsis.Ā
Boredom gave way to numbness. Or it would have, if Carlos hadnāt felt like celebrating outside the weapons lockers.Ā
āCome to papa.āĀ
For all the restraint your savior had shown for the last God-knew-how-many hours, you expected the kiss to be deeper. At first you thought it was just a little victory peck. Until he backed up.Ā
āI didnāt want to get blood on your clothes. Unless youāre into that.ā
Turns out the stabbing was some kind of fucked up foreplay. Because otherwise why did he have a raging boner?
His eyes took on that same dullness they had when found out heād singed you. āNervous?ā
āNew fear unlocked.ā You swallowed, praying you came off as coy again. āI donāt have a change of clothes. Neither do you.ā
āMaybe we can impersonate some cops later.ā
He went in for a second smooch. Hm. Off duty he must have been applying chapstick like crazy. You wanted more than anything to just melt into it. To tell yourself you made the right choice leaving Jill. Then the radio went off.
āCarlos, Iāve hit a dead end with the terminal here. Gonna head your way.ā
āCopy that,ā Carlos told Tyrell. Grinning. The wolfish smile didnāt translate to his tone. Your heart beat faster. He was done waiting.Ā
āWeād better hurry. I donāt want Tyrell to see us naked.ā
āI donāt want him to see you naked. Itād be kind of funny if T saw me get my ass eaten, though.ā He chuckled. āCome on, ______, I know you wanna lick the donut.ā
āWe were joking about it right before you asked my opinion on tentacles,ā you remembered.Ā
āāJoking.āā
Your soldier boy had already angled his hip, ready to turn around and drop trou. Soon as you consented.
āItās a little sweaty, from running around all night,ā he added.
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