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This mission was.. off. More than usual. This was where it all began, The story of the man known as Leon Scott Kennedy. 1988, the year the horrors began. Leon never thought he'd find himself here again, yet here he was, standing by his parked Porsche and staring at the massive building in front of him. He came here, hoping to find the cure to the virus that now haunted the survivors of Racoon City. The T-Virus but There was another reason, Victor Gideon. Leon didn't know much about him, only the fact that he was a doctor that most probably worked on mutations and developing new freaks for Leon to find. 

Leon had not expected to meet Grace Ashcroft. A young woman who worked for the FBI. After their small encounter, Leon had given her the Requiem just incase. He didn't know what Victor wanted with her, or how she was even connected to all this.  Though his thoughts were cut short when he saw a figure in the dark. 

He lifted his gun to shoot, but the figure grabbed his hand and twisted it. Before Leon could even comprehend the situation, a hand was gripping his throat. He was lifted off the floor, his feet dangled in the air while he grabbed at the hand holding him. His gaze landed on the mans face, though it was mostly covered by a visor. Leon's body reacted faster than his mind did, a faint chill running down his spine at the cracked skin. Victor Gideon. 

The hand on his throat was rough yet the touch stirred a feeling deep in Leons stomach that could only be described as shameful arousal. 

"So nice to finally meet you mister Kennedy.." Victor spoke, his voice calm and sickeningly sweet. Then he tilted Leon's face to the side, leaning in close to his neck. The feeling of Victors snake like tongue sent a fresh wave of shame and arousal through his veins while his vision began to black out.  "Umbrella's curse..Shh.." He spoke in a hushed voice, watching with clear fascination and desire as Leons body fell limp in his hand. 

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Leon woke up in a chair, hands and ankles tied. His first reaction was too struggle against the restraints, though quickly he learned that there was no use. His gaze landed on his belt which was scattered across a metal platter. The small finger knife he had for situations like this  was gone too. His thoughts on how he could get free were cut short by the same voice from earlier.

"Why are you here?" Victor asked, his steps echoed through the silence around them while they got closer to Leon. A hand stroked Leons hair, the voice continuing while that same hand now gripped Leons chin. "Was it for me? Or for her?" Victor spoke, his voice got deeper and less welcoming at the last part. The change in tone was enough to send yet another chilling feeling down Leons spine. Though Leon didn't respond, he didn't trust his voice. Not with how the heat in his lower abdomen was going straight to his crotch. Shame flood his veins, how could he be aroused by this? He'd been captured before, held hostage and tortured but Victor was.. Different. There was something oddly arousing about him, something that Leon oh so desired to have for himself. 

The hand on his chin now moved to force Leons head to the side, revealing the patch of black on his neck. Umbrella's curse. 

Leon swallowed. His hands clenching into fists against the restraints. 

"Hm.." Victor examined the mark, then used his other hand to brush his fingers against the sensitive flesh which earned him a gasp from Leon. The skin was oh so sensitive, the feeling as much pain as desire that grew stronger with every touch of the doctors touch. "My blood could.. elevate the symptoms.. not so much a direct cure but it will help. That is, if you'd like Mister Kennedy. " Victor spoke with a visible grin. The sickly pale skin, the cracked skin, the humming off the visor and the touches on Leon, it was all so overwhelming to his already tired and sick body. Yet the desperation for any form of relief for his symptoms was enough for him to formulate a response. One that wouldn't give away his arousal. 

"Fine." Was all Leon said, not daring to use his voice more than that. His body was reacting in ways he couldn't possibly imagine, the shame ran through his veins at the thought of being aroused by the mutant in front of him yet he couldn't bring himself to care. 

The doctor grinned at that, a pleased hum escaping his lips while the same snake like tongue peeked out to wet Victors lips. He let go off Leon, stepping back to grab a surgical scalpel from another metal tray. He pressed the knife into his own neck, then dragged it down in a slow but precise motion, The blood flowed instantly, thick and darker. A red so deep it could be described as black. Without another word, he leaned in close to Leon, the open cut inches away from Leons lips. Leon just stared for a moment, unsure if he should actually do it. Then he leaned in, his lips just barely touching the blood that now oozed down the doctors neck.  "Now now Mister Kennedy, I cut myself just for you.. You don't want it go to waste do you?" Victor spoke, his tongue brushing against the tip of Leons ear from the angle. Without another word, Leon darted his own tongue out to lick up the blood. The second that it hit his lips, a new feeling rose in his chest. His lips hooked themselves over the wound, his tongue now moving more confident as he lapped up the blood. Then he pushed his tongue into the cut itself, his body moving closer. Victors breathing deepened, a soft groan escaping his lips. He used one hand to cut Leon's restraints, freeing the man from the troubled position. 

Leon instantly grabbed onto Victor, ignoring the pain he felt upon release of his restraints. He was eager to keep him as close as possible — The desperation was so obviously clear but Leon's mind remained focused one thing: The blood on his tongue. The relieve was almost instant and addicting — oh so addicting. His mind was a foggy mess, no coherent thoughts only the extravagating pleasure of the addicting taste on his tongue. A mix of drool and blood dripped down the sides of Leon's mouth causing him to look like a desperate mess, his hands were gripping Victor's snakeskin to the point that his knuckles had turned white from the sheer grip. 

"Had I known you'd be so excited, I'd have found you sooner.." Victor murmured in that low condescending tone he oh so loved to use, one hand remained on the back of Leon's head to support him while the other slowly trailed up Leon's back. His own arousal was starting to show through his pants, the feeling of Leon's soft lips against his own harsher skin was a feeling he came to love quite quickly. The desperate look in Leon's glossy eyes was so beautiful to look at. 

Leon bit into the wound, trying to make it bigger so more of the thick metallic tasting liquid would flow out. His tongue continued to work itself between the two cut pieces of skin, the movements rough and frantic. His hips bucked up, trying to find some sort of friction for his aching erection to relieve the pressure. When Victor carefully pulled him off, Leon nearly whined at the loss of the taste. 

"Now now Mister Kennedy, no need to be so greedy." Victor murmured, one hand resting in Leon's hair. Without a warning, he tightened his grip and yanked the others head back, earning himself a pained groan from the other. "You truly are one extraordinary specimen." Victor spoke with a slight hum to his voice, leaning down and licking a stripe up the others neck. Leon let a shaky gasp at the feeling of the weird tongue against his neck. The feeling was both incredibly weird and pleasurable at the same time. Before Leon could recollect his thoughts, Victor had already moved that same tongue into his mouth. Victor was eager to taste every part of Leon, his grip on Leons hair switched to his neck instead. The grip was tight enough to cause black spots in Leon's vision but god did it feel ecstatic. 

"No- fuck—" Leon gasped when Victor's hand worked its way to Leons crotch and got his pants open.  "Your body is reacting in such a beautiful way." Victor said as he leaned back from the kiss, letting his fingers glide over the erection under them. He then moved his hand back to Leon's hair, yanking it back while moving closer to lick over his Adam's apple. 

"Such delicate skin.." Victor's voice was soft, too soft even. It cut through the sounds of Leon's heavy breathing like a blade cutting through the jungle. With pure ease, he lifted Leon up and carried him to the old bed in the corner of the attic. He laid him down, then stared down at the mess of the man below him. Leon was out of it, his breathing heavy and ragged, his erection straining against his unbuttoned slacks, he was aroused beyond his mind. Shame and guilt coursed through his veins but he couldn't bring himself to care, not right now — not when that release he oh so craved was so nearby. 

Victor slowly took off the visor, setting it down carefully by the table before he leaned over and onto the bed. His weight caused the bed to creak in pain, the mattress shifting under his weight with every small movement. One hand slowly trailed down Leon's chest, then to his pants and with a swift motion, they were gone along with his underwear. Leon was naked from the waist down, his erection landed on his stomach and leaking pre cum onto his shirt. Victor moved that same hand up to Leon's mouth and jammed two fingers inside without a warning. 

Leon choked around the digits, hands grabbing onto Victor's wrist to try and stop them from going down his throat — though with Victor's brutal strength, Leon's trembling hands did nothing. The two fingers from his throat were gone as quick as they came, by the time Leon's mouth caught up with the emptiness in his throat — the fingers were already forcing their way inside his anus. He let out a shaky shout, the thickness of Victor's fingers was overwhelming in more ways than one. Nothing like anything Leon felt before. They worked in and out slowly, stretching his viciously for what was to come. Victor was humming lowly while watching Leon's reactions closely. He was examining him, his perfect specimen. 

"You truly are a magnificent specimen." Victor said with a grin, his yellow golden eyes glowing in the dim lighting of the corner. Leon couldn't respond, too focused on the fingers inside him. Suddenly, a shot of pleasure ran through his body. His back arched off the bed, his cock twitching desperately.  "There it is, that sweet bundle of pleasure. Doesn't it feel good Leon? Tell me how good it feels." Victor murmured, his snaked tongue sticking out with each word as he took in the slick shine of sweat on Leon's body. Though he earned no answer from the other, instead only a bundle of shaky moans each time his fingers hit that same spongy spot. Victor removed his fingers once he was satisfied with the reactions he was receiving. He undid his own belt, the two snake skulls unclipping from one another and hanging loosely at his side. The coat was gone as well, resting neatly on a chair. He slipped the pants off enough to be able to release his own erection. It was the same color as his pale sickly skin, an untrimmed bush of darker hair resting at the base. It was veiny, surprisingly cut — which Leon had really not expected. 

Leon eyes him, watching him reveal the monstrous length. The man was probably more than 8 feet tall, it was to be expected that his cock would be massive compared to a regular humans though it still caused Leon to widen his eyes slightly.  "Wait — it won't— it won't fit—" Leon stammered, now very unsure of his decision to even let it get this far. The humiliation was sinking in and so was the guilt. He shouldn't be here, why did he even agree to drink his blood. 

"Now now, don't get shy now. You've been such a wonderful toy so far." Victor said with a wide grin, slowly stroking himself while he settled between Leon's legs. Leon struggle, kicking his legs and trying to get away but Victor's grip stopped him. It was the type of grip to bruise painfully. "You truly don't want to upset me Mister Kennedy." Victor said, his voice lower — tone filled with warning. While he kept Leon's legs up in the air and kept him from moving around to much, he began pressing himself inside him. The stretch was instant, Leon screamed out in pain from the thickness of it. Cries of 'It wont fit' and 'Don't' flowed out of Leons mouth like a beautiful river on a mountain top. Victor didn't falter, instead pushed in deeper and deeper until their waists met. The groan that left Victor's mouth was predatorial almost, Leon laid below him a trembling mess. He was shaking, his moans and sobs broken while his body ached. He wasn't sure what he wanted anymore, he was so full. His stomach bulged out where Victors cock reached, the sight only arousing Victor further. Victor pressed down  on the bulge, earning another loud moan from the other. Leon's cock twitched eagerly, aching and begging to be touched. 

Leon was a shaking mess below him, desperately trying to grab onto something to steady himself.  "Fuck — Please, too much—!" Leon spoke between shaky breaths, an even louder moan escaping him when Victor pressed down on the bulge. "Too— Ngh..!!— Deep!" He gasped. His breath got sucked away when Victor pulled out half way, then slammed back inside. Victor placed Leon's legs on his shoulder, the angle causing him to reach even deeper. 

"Your taking me so well." Victor purred, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back inside. Slowly but surely he set a steady pace, each thrust earning a shaky moan from the male beneath him. Leon's orgasm build steadily in his lower abdomen, the hot feeling building with each thrust against his prostate. The weight of the thick cock inside him caused every thrust to push right against it. His cock was still untouched, the tip now an angry red from neglect. His orgasm crashed through him a wave in winter high tide on an early morning. Victor didn't slow — Instead fucked Leon harder through the orgasm. White strands of a thick milky liquid landed on Leon's chest, painting him in white. The rough thrusts caused his erection to swing with every movement, making a complete mess of him. 

Victor kept thrusting, his pace unforgiveable. He watched the way Leon's eyes rolled back, the way his mouth hung open, the way his hands gripped the sheet until the knuckles turned white — A beautiful sight to Victor. His own breathing grew harder, laboured. His own orgasm was approaching steadily. With a few more steady thrusts, he came deep inside Leon, filling him to the brim. Leon's back arched off the bed, a second orgasm crashing over him. When victor slowly pulled out, his juices leaked from Leon's abused hole. 

His seed leaked out in a steady wave while Leon's stretched hole tightened around nothing — only causing the semen to leak out even more. Victor just admired the sight, one hand moving from Leon's leg to his ass. He hummed softly, glancing up at the panting mess of a man before him before dipping his head down. His forked tongue scooped up the dribble of cum that streamed the crack of Leons rear. His tongue worked its way higher, forcing the scooped up semen back into the gaping hole before him. He worked his tongue inside, the slimy feeling of the tongue mixed with the semen was enough to wake Leon's cock again for a third orgasm — though Leon was sure nothing could possibly come out anymore. 

"No..— I cant-" Leon gasped, hands moving to grip at Victor's head to try and push him off. Victor didn't budge, instead continued to scoop cum into his mouth before pulling back with a mouth full. He leaned up and slowly spat it out onto Leon's chest, letting both their juices mix together. With careful precision, he licked it all up and then kissed Leon. He spat their mixed juices into his mouth, grinning as he watched Leon choke slightly before he swallowed it. Some leaked down the sides of his mouth, mixed with his drool. 

Victor let go off Leon completely, standing up as he tucked himself back into his pants. "I truly enjoyed your company Mr Kennedy." Victor said, doing his small bow before putting his visor back on. "I look forward to our next encounter." He said, voice laced with fascination. He left without another word, closing the attic door after himself. 

Leon was left there, a panting and sticky mess. Poor Sherry was worried on why he wasn't responding anymore. 

"Leon! Leon come in!" Came Sherry's voice through his ear piece. 

"Now now Mister Kennedy, I cut myself just for you.. You don't want it go to waste do you?" Victor spoke, his tongue brushing against the tip of Leons ear from the angle. Without another word, Leon darted his own tongue out to lick up the blood. The second that it hit his lips, a new feeling rose in his chest. His lips hooked themselves over the wound, his tongue now moving more confident as he lapped up the blood. Then he pushed his tongue into the cut itself, his body moving closer. Victors breathing deepened, a soft groan escaping his lips. He used one hand to cut Leon's restraints.

Aaron was now the Unit Chief, as weird as it was David Rossi now worked for him and Jason Gideon was gone. Both Jason and Rossi were his mentors, the ones that put the seed into the ground and turned Aaron into the man he was today. Mentors, it was funny — they were his mentors in more than one area of expertise really. 

See, Aaron was a rough kid. Trouble seemed to follow him wherever he went, or maybe he was the one who caused all the trouble. School fights, arguing with his father at home — it all happened one event after another. It was Jason Gideon who showed him the right path in life during a lecture. Aaron met Rossi not long after the lecture, in that moment all he felt was pure admiration. They were strong, charming, intellegant, everything Aaron wished he was. Besides, they were the ones who technically started the BAU to begin with, now he was leading it. If it wasn't for them, he would've ruined his life one way or another. 

Years passed and Aaron was now the stoic BAU unit chief. He was married, had a son, he had a role to play out. At work he was Hotch, at home he was dad or Aaron. But when he used to be alone with his two fellow seniors, he was whatever they wanted to call him. Dave used Italian nicknames sometimes, Gideon called him sweetheart or darling. In those moments, he wasn't Hotch or dad, he was whatever they needed him to be.

Aaron sat back in his office chair, the time ticked painfully slow. The time showed 2.42AM, the moonlight shined through the window onto his desk. A half finished glass of old fashioned scotch rested on the table next to the paper work he was doing. His thoughts slipped into back his past with them. He missed it. Was it wrong? It was. At the time he was still married to Hayley, he loved her, he really did but she wasn't enough and he wasn't enough for her. They didn't work, they couldn't. Too many differences. It was so obvious yet they stayed married for years before the breaking point came. The first time he realised that she wasn't enough was when he overheard a distinct conversation between his two seniors. It sparked a side of him he thought he dug deep into the ground. 

Aaron was a young agent at the time. Fresh out of the academy and like a hopeless puppy, he followed Rossi and Gideon around everywhere he could. He was carrying a box of files when he stopped. David was.. flirting? With who though?  Surely the man wouldn't be flirting with his fellow agents, then again, David is known to be a ladies man as they say. Then he heard the second all too familiar voice. A male voice he heard daily, the same voice who praised him and scolded him during cases. The same voice that send goosebumps down his body.

"David, what nonsense are you disputing now?" 

The voice was Gideon. 

"I'm just saying that I don't mind you being my favourite distraction." Rossi said, that smug grin displayed on his face while he watched Gideon look up from his desk completely oblivious. For a pretty skilled profiler, Gideon sucked at getting the signals David was emitting.

"How exactly am I being distracting?" Gideon spoke confused, his eyes furrowed as he looked at him before a sigh followed. 

"Well, if you were a song you'd be the hottest single so I'd say that yes, your in fact quite distracting." Rossi replied with a slight chuckle after his words. He loved watching Gideon stare at him with that oblivious somewhat irritated look, a weird way of doing foreplay but he sure enjoyed it.

Aaron stood there, listening to one flirt while the other stayed oblivious. For some odd reason he wanted to be the one David was speaking to. Why though? Why would he possibly want that. He knew he wasn't exactly heterosexual but it didn't make sense for him to wish something so absurd. That same night the three had gone out for drinks. God he didn't even know how they got to where they were now. 

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"Come on kid, why so quiet?" David asked, observing Aaron with a slightly elevated eyebrow. The glass of whiskey rested in his hand, the drink inside occasionally swirled against the glass. It was something David did, a quirk of his whenever he drank. It stood out in a way. At least, it stood out to Aaron.

"Just tired." Aaron replied simply, but he wasn't tired. He was confused and even disappointed. He wanted — no needed to be the one David spoke to that way. He didn't care how wrong it was, he needed it. With one swift motion, the glass of whiskey in Aaron's hand was gone. It stung but god it felt good — would it feel that good if David's hand was on him? He snapped himself out of the thought, though the erection in his pants was growing at those wild thoughts.

"Take it easy Aaron, wouldn't want you feeling sick tomorrow." Gideon said, shifting in his seat which happened to be next to Aaron. "I can't have my best agent not feeling well." He said it so casually, like mentioning the weather to a regular colleague. 

Aaron stared at the table at that — best agent — did he mean that? A soft reddish tint found its way onto his cheeks as he looked off to the side. David noticed, of course he did. He wouldn't be a very good profiler if he didn't. Before Aaron could brush it off as the alcohol, some stupid excuse to stop from embarrassing himself over something so wrong and unethical. David grinned, not the smug grin he showed other agents. This was different, and the next sentence caught Aaron completely off guard.

" What do you say we go and get us a hotel room for the night? It seems that we all have something in common tonight.." His voice faded at the end, his eyes drifting to Jason while that grin remained on his face.

Aaron was sober enough to read between the lines on that but god, the thought of it had him squirming and burning up in his seat. It was wrong, so very goddamn wrong. His erection was rising steadily at the idea of being between two of his superiors, being used to the point he couldn't think straight. God what was wrong with him?

Gideon raised an eyebrow, his gaze meeting Rossi's, then took a second to examine the way Aaron reacted to that. It didn't take a skilled profiler to realise just why Aaron had burned up the way he did. He turned to David, a silent conversation fell between them. It was silent for a good moment, then Jason spoke with a small sigh. "I suppose we do after all." 

Aaron was now desperately trying to think of an excuse to go home, not that he didn't want it but it suddenly all felt too real. A line was going to get crossed, a line that defined everything between them. He didn't make up some excuse, instead let himself get dragged to the nearest hotel which Rossi paid for. The receptionist gave them a look, three grown men insisting on sharing a room while they could clearly afford an extra room or two was weird. When her gaze landed on Aaron, he shrunk in it and awkwardly looked away to the side not wanting to face her. She simply let out a soft giggle when she handed them their room key, then watched the two older gentleman drag the younger one like a misbehaving puppy. 

Here they sat on the edge of the bed, Aaron between his seniors. David held him in a firm grip, hand holding Aaron by his jaw while he shoved his tongue into the others mouth. The kiss was hungry, desperate but yet so controlled. Aaron was a mess under his control, breathing heavy and shaky while he tried to keep up with the others rough moving pace. Jason on the other hand was taking his time, soft kisses being left on Aaron's neck while his hands worked Aaron suit off. Aaron was usually so put together — suit was always perfect, not one hair out of place. Now? He was a complete mess, his hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat, his suit was crumbled while it was being taken off.

David pulled back from their heated kiss, a string of saliva connecting the two. Aaron didn't have much time to process what just happened, Jason had already pulled Aaron into a kiss. This was softer, delicate even compared to how his teeth clashed against David's mere moments ago. He didn't hate it, in fact liked it more than he should have. The rough treatment got him off.  David realised that quickly when he worked on getting Aarons pants and boxers off. Aaron was now completely naked.

That night ended with Aaron having a very pained walk the next morning, but no regret.

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Aaron snapped out of his thoughts when Morgan entered to hand in his case report. Aaron took the file, setting it on his desk neatly. When Morgan left, Aaron sat back in his chair. The memory brought back a lot of feelings he didn't realise he had. After that night, those meetings between them happened more often. Not once did any of them regret it, but then Dave retired. Before Hotch knew it Gideon left the BAU and Rossi came back. It wasn't the same though. So much happened all those years. He honestly thought those feelings were gone for good, but they weren't. So, here he sat, carefully debating his next move. 

His hand reached for his phone before he could stop it, then he sent a message to both David and Jason. 

'I miss what we had. David's house tomorrow night.'

He didn't get an answer instantly, which he expected. He'd find out the answer sooner or later. Just then David walked into his office. He stood at the doorway, simply watching Aaron with the same gaze that made Aaron squirm in his seat years ago. 

"Until tomorrow evening." Dave said, voice low but controlled. 

"Until tomorrow." Aaron repeated quietly, his gaze fixed on Dave's eyes. God those eyes. 

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