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Jake looks up at her from between her thighs, pinned and his body aching from being thrown to the ground. Her eyes meet his, and he knows she doesn’t recognize him, not on the surface at least, but he rubs a thumb over her leg anyway. “It’s okay,” he says softly, just in case she can hear him beneath the programming Wesker’s forced on her, “It’s okay, I want this, let me take care of you.”
He wants so badly to take care of her, in whatever limited ways he’s allowed. She has it worse than him here - a murderer and assassin going against her own nature, under Wesker’s full control - and he wants to give her whatever comfort he can. If that means obeying Wesker’s orders and giving her pleasure, he’ll do it.
He kisses the freckle on her thigh first, before he leans up to lap at her, trying to find what she likes. He’s aware of Wesker watching them intently from the other side of the room, and he tries to ignore him, to focus on Jill. This is about her, nothing else matters.
Jill had folded him into things quickly, all things considered. The BSAA was still small, but growing quickly, and the more Chris had pulled him in to work with the two of them, the more Jill had watched them, and it had freaked Jake out at first - did she know about the crush he had on Chris, the one that was growing faster than he could hide it - but he'd started to like it. She teased him just the same way she teased Chris, and sure she was kind of rough around the edges, but it was the roughness he was used to, and he could trust her to be honest with him, where he needed to improve, what he needed to work on, where he was doing good. She and Carlos were sweet, totally gone for each other, and Carlos had been a part of their lives too, fitting in whenever he wasn't off working on TerraSave stuff, and they weren't off doing BSAA stuff, and it was great.
And then she was gone, and in her place were larger than life memories and a funeral with an empty coffin and Chris' obsession, and if Chris said she wasn't dead, then she wasn't.
None of which really meant anything here, when he was laying under her, with her cunt pressed to his mouth, grinding down against him. Wesker had ordered her to strip, and Jake had begged, shamelessly, for him not to do this - offered anything, for Wesker to use him however he wanted, if it meant Jill wouldn't be involved, but-
That was what Wesker liked. He liked being in control of everything, more than anything in the goddamn world, and even more, he liked for them to know that he was in control. That he could do whatever he wanted to them and they couldn't do anything about it. So he ordered her to hurt Jake pretty often, but it wasn't usually like this. Must be a special occasion, he mused.
Jill is getting close, her breath hitching, muscles tightening, and Jake focuses on her again. She rides his mouth harder, slick dripping down his face until he's messy with it, and finally, she gasps, a soft noise that he'd love to hear anywhere else in the world, her thighs tightening as she pulses against his tongue.
"Jill." Wesker clicks his tongue at her like a dog, and Jake glares at him as she stands up; for just a second, she looks back at him on the floor, and her eyes are perfectly clear and full of guilt.