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“You look like you could sleep for a century, Sancho.”

Leon heard Luis speak just behind him. He’d been standing on the balcony window of their hotel for what was likely an hour but felt like a whole evening. He meant to fall asleep as soon as they arrived at the hotel. But despite his heavy body, he was restless.

“You’re still recovering from that bullet graze to your back,” Leon said. “You’re the one that needs sleep.”

Luis snickered and sauntered out onto the balcony. He stood next to Leon and rested his elbows on the railing.

“The city is beautiful at night,” he said. “God, I’ll never understand why I thought some remote mountain village would be better.”

Maybe because every city looks like Raccoon City after dark, Leon thought. He didn’t say it out loud. He was tired and Luis was probably feeling just as shit, especially after what Krauser did.

“Yeah, nothing says serenity like air pollution and traffic,” Leon said.

Luis shrugged. “Just happy to be away from that place.”

Once Leon, Luis, and Ashley escaped the Los Illuminados village, they managed to get to the nearest city and contact Hunnigran back in the states. A few phone calls to and from the president later, and the three of them were bunked up in a hotel for the night. Ashley was in a separate room with several security guards loaned from the Spanish government surrounding her. Luis and Leon were given separate rooms next door to each other (though Luis, also restless, kept hanging around). Tomorrow, a plane would be taking them home.

But home was far from Leon’s mind. His brain and body were still back in the village. The smell of blood in his nose, the grim on his skin, the bullets snapping in the air. The black pulse of a virus in his veins, heavier than his blood.

Luis pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket—fresh from a vendor downstairs—and stuck one in his teeth. There was a metallic flick as he lit the end. He pocketed the lighter and took a long drag. The fire at the end glowed orange in the blue evening.

“So,” he said. “Ada Wong.”

Leon froze where he stood. Luis could have punched him in the ribs and it would have felt less sudden.

“Yeah,” he said. “She mentioned you.”

“And she mentioned you.”

“She said you two had an arrangement. About that amber stuff.”

“Indeed.” Luis took another drag. “Ada contacted me because she needed help retrieving something. And…well, then I ran into you and Ashley, and…I got a bit distracted.”

Understatement. Luis flicked an ember from his cigarette and let it fall down into the dark below the balcony. Leon pictured it falling onto some leaf or tree branch, and setting the dark ablaze.

“We hadn’t known each other long,” Luis said. “Long enough to become friends, but not much history.” He flicked his eyes over to Leon. “Unlike you two, apparently. How did you come to know our mutual dama de roja?”

Leon pursed his lips and looked out into the horizon for a long time. He didn’t try to think about the night of the Raccoon City too much. It took his mind to places he didn’t want to go. But it was inevitable sometimes. When a night leaves a mark on you like that, your mind couldn’t help but return to it, like a center of gravity.

“We met the night before Raccoon City was terminated,” he said.

Luis’s light-hearted-expression faded. His eyes widened and he pinched the cigarette out of his mouth.

“Oh,” he said.

Leon nodded. He kept his eyes forward while he spoke and wouldn’t look at Luis.

“I was a rookie cop on my first day,” he said. “I met her after she saved my ass a few times.”

“Let me guess…she didn’t tell you who she was.”

“She told me was an FBI agent.”

“And you believed her?”

“I was twenty-one and stupid.”

Luis gave a dark chuckle, then put his cigarette back in his teeth.

“I can’t blame you, señor,” Luis said. He sighed. “Ada Wong. Now that is a woman. Of all the ladies I’ve had the pleasure of knowing, none of them quite compare to her. Cold, but beautiful.”

“Sharp, intelligent,” Leon said. 

“Mean as a panthress but with the face of an angel.”

“Infuriating and complicated and…impossible to let go of.”

Luis looked over at Leon.

“Careful, Sancho,” he said. “Your words sound suspiciously close to that of a man in love.”

Leon gripped the railing of the balcony to keep himself from bashing Luis in the ribs. But the truth was, what he felt for Ada felt murkier than love. It was an indecipherable cocktail of feelings. Longing, betrayal, anger, lust, hurt, nostalgia, desire. Before he could pin down one feeling another slid in its place.

“She kissed me that night,” Leon said. 

“She kissed you?” Luis’s eyes lit up. “Oh, and you still let her get away. Shame on you, Sancho.”

“We parted under…stressful circumstances.”

A crumbling underground lab was more than just stressful, but Leon already had a lump in his chest and he didn’t want to think about it more.

Luis shrugged and flicked away his cigarette before lighting another.

“Well, it’s a shame you two didn’t work out,” Luis said. “Now the doors are open and Luis Navarro Serra can throw his heart into the ring.”

Leon darted his eyes at Luis.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked.

“Come now, Sancho?” Luis said. He gave him an impish grin. “You think someone like me is going to meet a creature like Ada Wong and not try my luck?”

Leon felt something hot and dark curl in his chest. He tried to compose himself, but his knuckles paled on the balcony railing.

“What makes you think she’d go for you?” Leon asked. “You took forever delivering that amber for her.”

“Because I was helping you and Ashley.”

“Ada is someone who means business. You think she’d think more of you for delaying her mission?”

“True, it was not my most expeditious work. But she has the amber now. Surely with some patience I can find my way back into her good graces.” Luis looked out into the distance, a grin on his face like he was picturing her. Leon wanted to yank Ada out of Luis’s brain. “I just need an opportunity to see her again.”

“Good luck with that,” Leon said.

“You and Ada crossed paths years after you met,” Luis retorted. “What makes you think she and I couldn’t meet again?” He glanced over at Leon. “Why so intense, Sancho?”

Leon clenched his jaw tight. He wasn’t sure where this feeling was coming from, but it gripped him like a fist around his throat. He’d told Ada they needed to go their separate ways. But now that he was imagining her elsewhere, with someone like Luis, those words felt like daggers in his mind. 

Something crossed Luis’s face and a delighted grin bloomed on his face.

“Leon Kennedy,” he said. He enunciated his name slowly. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous over a woman who isn’t even yours. I figured you were better than that.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“You and Ada met and separated five years ago. You really think after all that time she’d take no interest in anyone else? Waiting for you like some chaste war wife?”

Leon gritted his teeth. 

“Six years,” he said.

“Six years. And when you meet again, you let her disappear. I think this is a sign you two are not meant to last long.”

Luis took a long drag from his cigarette. Leon picture plucking it from between Luis’s fingers and stuffing the burning end on his hand.

“You and Ada always met by accident. She came to me deliberately. We work well together. We make a good team when we put our quarrels aside.”

Leon pursed his lips. His body was tight and his veins felt hot. It didn’t feel that different from having la plaga back inside him.

“Ada helped me take on Saddler,” he said. “Twice. She helped me save Ashley. And she helped me put him down for good.”

“What are you implying, Leon?”

Leon turned his gaze sharply to Luis.

“I’m implying that Ada and I have more in common with each other than you two do with each other,” he said. He stepped closer to the other man. “You’re a scientist who spends all his time staring at petri dishes in a lab. Her and I are out in the field getting our hands dirty.”

Luis narrowed his eyes and turned to Leon.

“Need I remind you, Leon,” he said. His words were slow and calculating. “I helped save your life many times. And not just with the medicine.”

“I didn’t need the help,” Leon said. “You were just convenient. I could have finished all this on my own.”

The men were standing nearly nose to nose. The crickets and birds hushed themselves, like they were watching. Waiting for a fight.

“Oh, so when Ada helps you, she’s your equal ally,” Luis said. “But when I help you, I’m merely a convenience.”

Luis’s dark eyes gleamed and he gave Leon a taunting grin.

“Oh, that woman has turned you into putty in her hands,” Luis said. “And you can’t stand that I could do the same to her.”

Leon grabbed the front of Luis’s shirt.

“Whoa now, Sancho!” Luis yelped. But that insufferable smirk was still on his face. “No need for violence, now.”

“Give me one reason not to put you to sleep right now,” Leon said.

“You know, Leon, getting this upset over her is really not helping your case.”

Leon’s knuckles turned white gripping Luis’s shirt. 

~

You’d think they’d pick a more discreet hotel, Ada thought. 

Finding where Leon had taken Ashley and Luis turned out easier than she expected. An airport hotel no doubt arranged by Ashley’s father. Once Ada landed the helicopter and took care of the pilot, she set about tracking them down.

She knew this wasn’t smart. It was insane enough for her to betray Wesker and set off with the amber, but to then stay in the country and not immediately run for the hills was even worse. She should have been getting as far from Leon Kennedy and Luis Serra as possible.

And yet here she was, standing outside the hotel scanning the windows for familiar figures. Wesker was probably sending someone to find her right now. But fuck it, if she was going to break the rules, she was going to get something out of it.

Ada circled the perimeter of the hotel grounds, hidden in the dark brush. If security found her, she could pass herself off as some lost, clueless tourist. But despite the president’s daughter staying on the property, security didn’t seem much of an issue. There were dozens of windows, each with a balcony and double-glass doors that led outside. Some alighted yellow, some dark. Some open, some closed. A few guests were standing out on the window balconies. Lovers chatting, children pointing at the stars, two men who were…fighting over a cigarette?

Ada brought her monocular up to her eye and squinted inside. Up several floors on the balcony were two men who seemed to be mid-confrontation. She adjusted the scope, and saw blonde hair and a bronze jacket.

“There you are,” she mumbled.

Leon seemed pissed off at Luis, and Luis seemed both delighted and slightly frightened. Ada couldn’t tell what they were fighting about, but she could take a guess. Luis said something flirtily obnoxious and now Leon was trying not to knock his lights out.

Regardless, she couldn’t hear them from the ground. She watched Leon push Luis back through the balcony door and disappear into the room proper. Ada pocketed her monocular, grabbed her grappling gun from her belt, and shot it around the balcony railing.

Ada landed on the window sill and peeked inside. Their voices were muffled through the glass, but Ada could hear them. It was strange to see the two men speaking to each other. Leon, an old face from the past. Luis, a new face from the present. One cold, one hot. And they were arguing. Arguing about…

“That was six years ago, Leon,” Luis said. “Based on the story you’ve told me, your little tête-à-tête with Miss Wong did not end with you two riding off into the sunset.”

They were talking about her. Ada leaned closer, her ears prickling. They must have been talking about her and Luis’s arrangement before they escalated to…this. She also wondered what exactly Leon told Luis about her. Did he tell him about her FBI coverup? What she did to Annette Birkin? Their kiss?

“Ada’s used you, that’s what she does,” Leon said. “It doesn’t mean she cared about you.”

“Ada and I had a mutually agreed upon arrangement,” Luis said. He smirked. “And a woman like her? She’s free to use me however she wants.”

Suddenly, Leon whipped his switchblade out of his belt and held it to Luis’s neck. He backed the Spaniard until his back was to the wall.

“Whoa there, Sancho,” Luis said. He raised his hands, grin on his face. “That woman really still has her claws in you, does she?”

Leon clenched his teeth.

“Ada and I have a history,” he said. “If it’s between you and me, she’s not picking some useless scientist.”

Ada couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The two men were fighting over her. This wasn’t a clandestine exchange of information. This was two schoolyard boys fighting over a crush.

A part of it, she had to admit, amused and excited her. It was the kind of thing that would have happened centuries ago at the Los Illuminados castle. Two lords dueling for the heart of the same fair maiden.

It was almost romantic, if it didn’t also piss her off too. She wasn’t some prize. And she wasn’t about to let either man decide who she picked.

No, she could decide that herself.

Ada cracked the lock on the window and slowly pushed it open. The two men were so busy arguing against the wall they didn’t hear her slip inside.

“You and Ada don’t have history,” Luis spat. “You are history. You and Ashley will go home, but I am free to follow her wherever she may want me.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she’ll want you after you barely got her the amber,” Leon retorted, pressing the blade closer to Luis’s neck. “You think Ada’s gonna pick a guy who keeps her waiting? Delays her mission? She’ll want someone who gets shit done. And that’s not you, Luis.”

Ada narrowed her eyes.

“Boys.”

Ada’s icy voice ripped through the air. The two men turned their attention from each other and towards the window. Their eyes widened as Ada stepped down from the window sill, letting the glass double-doors shut behind her.

“Ada,” Luis said. “I do apologize for Leon’s ungentlemanly behavior, he’s normally—”

“Shut it, Luis,” Ada said. “Shut it, both of you.”

Ada looked at Leon, then cocked her head at his switchblade. Leon clenched his jaw then released Luis from his hold. He seemed shaken to see her, his eyes wide and his lips parted like he couldn’t find any words to speak.

Ada’s eyes flicked around the room. Single bed, no Ashley in sight.

“What the hell is with you two?” Ada said. “Did you spend so long in that castle that you went backwards in time?” She crossed her arms. “I’m not a prize in your dick-measuring contest. Neither of you get to decide what I do with who.”

The two men looked at each other, then flicked their eyes to the floor. All of sudden, it was like they were schoolboys, caught by a scowling teacher. While they stood there like shivering dogs in the rain, Ada glazed her eyes around to get a better look at the room.

Despite only staying for one night, the president arranged three of the hotel’s largest and most luxurious suites for Ashley and her two rescuers. Leon’s room, along with the balcony, had floor-to-ceiling windows with billowing curtains. Shiny marble countertops, a mirror with an ornate gold frame, fresh flowers in vases. In the middle of it all, was a plush, satiny bed big enough to hold a family.

Ada crossed her arms and her heels clicked against the shiny wooden floor. Her eyes scanned over the two men. It felt strange to have Leon Kennedy and Luis Serra in the same room at the same time. They existed in two different spheres in Ada’s mind. One, the fickle contact she traded information, samples, and banter with (and the occasional cigarette). The other, a ghost from the past whose mouth she could still taste. Seeing them together sent a strange vibration in and across her body.

“What the hell are you doing here, Ada?” Leon said. “I thought you—”

“I said shush,” Ada said.

She stood in front of the two men, eyes like ice.

“I came back to see if you two made it back alive,” she said. “You’re both liabilities to me. And I find you here fighting over me like I’m some trophy.” Her eyes flicked between the two of them. “I’m not the kind of woman to be flattered by that sort of thing.”

Leon and Luis looked at each other. They were both clearly still pissed at each other. Leon’s gaze was cold and Luis twisted his lips in displeasure. But Ada’s words seemed to have wormed into whatever brains they had.

“I’m sorry,” Leon said.

Ada almost snorted. Leon S. Kennedy apologized like he was passing a kidney stone.

“I am as well, Ada,” Luis said. “To be completely honest, neither of us were entirely sure if we’d ever see you again.” He gave her a tentative smile. “It was a lot of silly bluffing, you see. Boyish stuff.”

“Well, last I checked, I was dealing with men, not boys,” Ada said.

Leon and Luis’s dropped their gazes to the floor. Ada had to admit, as displeased as she was with them, there was something perversely pleasurable about watching two otherwise strong, competent men rendered meek little boys.

“Well, we’re safe,” Leon said. “Ashley is too.”

Like Ada cared about that.

“You’ve found us safely away from the god-awful mountain,” Luis said. His smile beamed and his eyes glinted. “So, will you be leaving us for good, tonight?”

He said it in jest, but there was something just a little bit desperate in his eyes. Leon’s eyes had barely left Ada for more than a moment. It wasn’t just a surprise that she had come back after the mission. A part of him was still shocked she was alive. He hadn’t had time to comprehend that she had survived that fall six years ago.

Ada squeezed her crossed arms close to her chest. Luis saw something on Ada he’d never imagined before, and Leon saw something he hadn’t seen since he was a rookie: A gleam of uncertainty on the femme fatale’s face.

“I do have to leave soon, actually,” Ada said. “There were some complications after I wrapped my mission that I have to deal with.

I ran off the amber sample I was supposed to deliver to Wesker and he could be tracking me down to this location right now.

“So I can’t stay for long,” Ada said. “I just wanted to check in and clear everything before I left the country.”

Ada could see a small, silent hitch in Leon’s breath. Luis bit hard down on his lower lip and twisted it into an inquisitive shape. Ada looked at Leon.

“You said separate ways,” she said. “So, I won’t let our paths cross for longer than I have to.”

She waited for Leon’s response. Something along the lines of, Get going then. But Leon just stared at her like she would disappear if he looked away. His expression was nearly unreadable.

Luis broke the silence.

“Before you go,” Luis said. There was that impish glimmer in his eye again. “Only because, I don’t know when we will ever see each other like this again…”

He scratched the back of his head, smiling like a teenager about to make a naughty joke to his teacher’s face.

“Just out of curiosity,” he said. “If you…had to choose between us…pray tell, who would you pick?”

Leon glanced over at Luis like he was nuts. Maybe in slightly different circumstances, Ada would have knocked Luis’s teeth out right there for asking that. But instead, she just looked at the two men while they looked at her. While he was silent, even Leon’s face revealed some curiosity.

“We were silly to squabble before,” Luis said. “You’re right, who a lady takes as a lover is never for her suitors to decide. So…decide. If the choice was down to just Leon and I, who would you pick?”

The question singed in the air between them like steak on a skillet. Leon shifted slightly where he stood. Luis wiggled his eyebrows. Ada’s eyes took turns between the two men, gazing up and down. Leon’s fitted navy shirt. The chest hair escaping Luis’s.

Stupid boys. She was Ada Wong. She was never good at denying herself what she wanted. All of what she wanted.

Ada took a step closer to the two. The men tensed up, like she would approach one of them, and instead she walked passed right between them. Her shoulder brushed ever so lightly against both of them. Leon and Luis both turned to watch her go.

Ada sauntered over to the edge of the bed and took a seat down on the plush duvet. Leon and Luis watched as she reached up the side of her thigh, and pulled a long zipper down to her ankles. She unzipped and stepped out of each of her tall leather boots, then set them both aside by the wall. Long legs wrapped in a silky pair of black pantyhouse.

Ada pressed her thighs together and looked at the two men. They looked at each other, then back at her. Clearly, they needed a bit more instruction.

Ada cocked her head.

“Come here,” she said.

The two of them froze, eyes widened. Leon spoke first.

“Which…” he said. “Which one—”

Luis shoved Leon aside as he scurried towards the bed. Leon hurried after him and the two planted themselves on either side of Ada.

Leon to her right, Luis to her left. Ada turned to her to look at each man at her side. Both sat angled towards her, hands on the bed or their thighs like they were trying not to touch her. They both shifted, restless where they sat. Eager, like puppies waiting for a treat.

A small grin crept onto Ada’s face. Two beautiful men. Leon, with his gold hair and rough edges and knightly heart. Luis, with his hot tongue and dark eyes and beckoning demeanor. Hot and cold, light and dark. Two very different men, both at her disposal.

Ada looked at Luis. He had an anticipating grin between his whiskery cheeks. This close, she could smell the freshly burned tobacco on his breath. She leaned close to him to get a better whiff. Luis was trembling slightly with the excitement, but he sat still, waiting for her to press her pomegranate lips to his.

But just before their mouths could brush, Ada pulled away. She turned back to Leon, whose open lips looked like they might just start drooling. She pressed a hand to his cheek and very lightly pinched. Even six years later, she could see a bit of that cute little rookie she found in Raccoon City in those crystal blue eyes.

Ada leaned in closer. She moved painfully slow, so she could watch him shift and squirm where he sat. This close, he could smell the evening air mingled with her dark perfume. Then, she slowly pressed a kiss to his mouth.

Leon groaned into the kiss. He tasted rougher than he did six years ago. More whiskers on his upper lip, less smooth. A more bitter taste. But it was still him. Ada moved her hand to his neck and wrapped an arm around the back of his shoulders. Leon clasped a hand to her thigh and squeezed through the black nylon. All the while, Luis watched them both. A strange mix of jealousy and arousal curling through his body.

Leon leaned closer into the kiss. Since they ran into each other at the castle, he’d tried to keep his lingering six-year-old feeling to himself. He was on duty, he couldn’t get distracted by the past. But Ashley was safe now, held up in some other room, and he was off duty, and suddenly six years of hurt and want came flooding into his bloodstream. He opened his mouth so Ada’s tongue could taste inside of him.

Then, before he could pull her close, Ada pressed her hands to his chest and broke the kiss. Leon’s lips were cold where she kissed him and he could taste a bit of her cherry lipgloss left behind. He watched Ada turn to Luis, take his face in her hands, and kiss him.

Luis growled eagerly into the kiss. He threaded his fingers into Ada’s hair and kissed her with the hunger of a starving man. Leon watched the two of them, lips parted like a dog waiting for another scrap, waiting and wondering if she’d kiss him again. Wondering if that’s how he looked when she kissed him for the first time.

Moments later, Ada broke away from Luis two. She adjusted her hair and sat with her face forward, crossed one leg over the other. Her eyes flicked between the two men. Leon and Luis were both already flushed in the face and short of breath. Ada pictured them both with wagging tails and panting tongues.

She took each of their faces in her hands and looked between them. Luis gave her a tempting smile and Leon’s wide blue eyes begged for another. She smiled at each of them.

“You both taste and feel so different,” she said. “I don’t think I can pick one.”

She pulled both men closer to her, moving their mouths to her neck. It was like an instinctual cue. Leon and Luis pressed their lips to each side of her neck.

Ada sighed, her eyes fluttering shut as the moan kissed and moaned into her neck. She tipped her head back slightly to make space for both their hands. Kissing, licking, sucking, biting. Blonde hair mingles with dark brown. Each man placed a hand on one of her thighs and Ada sunk into the sheer pleasure of it.

Everything heated from there. Leon nibbled at the crook of Ada’s neck while Luis worked along her jawline. Ada’s hand brushed their cheeks, their hair, their necks and shoulders. They pressed closer until she was squeezed between them, hot from red flesh and breath.

Then, Ada felt the men slide their hands up her thighs. Luis’s hand smoothed down in between, only to bump into Leon’s. Leon pushed Luis’s hand out of the way, and Luis smacked his hand down.

“Hands off, Sancho,” Luis hissed.

“She kissed me first,” Leon retorted.

Great, this again, Ada thought.

She rolled her eyes, shook off each man, then stood up from the bed. She turned and looked at the two of them. Leon and Luis were both breathless and sweating already, no doubt already hard between their legs. They looked at her with those same caught-schoolboys expressions.

“Ada,” Leon said.

“Why stop, senorita?” Luis asked.

Ada crossed her arms. As much as she wanted to pull both men down onto the mattress and have her dirty way with them both, she wasn’t going to do it if they still saw her as a prize. She was no piece of meat for two men, even two gorgeous men, to fight over. The thought was enough to turn her off.

“We’re not doing this if you’re both still fighting like little boys,” Ada said. She looked at each of them. “Kiss and make up.”

The temperature in the room immediately dropped. Leon and Luis looked at each other, then back at Ada.

“Pardon me?” Luis said.

Ada shrugged like it was a simple request.

“Kiss and make up,” she said. “I’m not fucking either of you if you both still hate each other.”

The two men were quiet for a moment. They were resistant, but not in the way that Ada would expect if these were straight men. It was resistance like asking someone for a sudden striptease. No disgust, merely…unsuspecting of the sudden vulnerability.

Ada leaned forward to speak to them.

“Kiss, now,” she said. “Or I leave.”

The two men looked at each other. Leon pursed his lips and Luis drummed his fingers on his knees. Finally, Luis lifted a tentative hand to Leon’s cheek, then slowly leaned in close to press his mouth to his.

It was slow at first, like one’s first attempt at a dance. But after a few moments of small tastes and pecks, the two men gently sunk into each other. Leon held Luis’s hand while smoothed a hand up Leon’s chest. Ada stood and watched them. She watched where they moved their hands, the sounds they made, their lips and tongue twisting together.

And it sent a hot flash through her body.

Luis took the hem of Leon’s tight blue shirt, then slowly lifted it up to feel his immaculate body underneath. Leon helped him pull the rest of it off, before unbuttoning his jeans while Luis stripped off his bronze jacket. All the way the two couldn’t keep their lips apart, moaning against the taste of each other’s saliva. 

If Ada didn’t get going, they might finish without her.

She peeled off her leather gloves then began stepping out of her dress and harness while the men continued to peel off each other’s clothes. Before long, the three of them were down to bras and boxers. Leon pushed Luis back onto the mattress and crawled on top of him, His hands explored his chest hair and he sighed against the taste of cigarettes. Luis reached a hand behind Leon’s hand and fisted his hair.

Ada cleared her throat. The two men paused their foreplay to glance up at her. She gave them a smirk.

“That’s better,” she said. “Friends again?”

Both men turned red as cherries, but neither objected. Ada sauntered up to the edge of the bed and pressed a knee down on the mattress. Leon and Luis looked up at her, and from where they lay, her black hair was illuminated by the overhead light like a halo.

“Make some room,” she said.

Leon and Luis did as they were told. They pulled away from each other enough that Ada could crawl her way in the middle.

From there, the three melted into one another. Leon and Luis kissed and touched Ada all over, moving their hands and lips and tongues along every surface of flesh they could find. Ada felt light as a feather, and she sighed as she was squished between two warm, hard male bodies. She scratched Leon behind his head and Luis along his hairy thigh.

“Good boys,” she purred.

The three of them entangled together in a hot, sweaty mess of legs, arms and mouths. At some point during all of it, Leon and Luis managed to remove their boxers. Their cocks were burning red and leaking, ready for her. Good little mutts.

Leon pressed a kiss to Ada’s mouth, and reached his hands around her back to unclasp her bra. Luis licked hungriled at her back while he pulled down her underwear.

“I’ll take care of the front,” Leon mumbled. “You take care of the back.”

“With pleasure,” Luis responded. His breath was hot down Ada’s neck.

Ada smirked and chuckled.

“Good to see you two working together again,” she said between labored breaths.

Leon clasped a hand under Ada’s thigh, and lifted her leg to hook around his waist. Luis reached around from behind and pressed his hand between her thighs. Ada sucked in a breath as he slid his fingers inside.

“Relax and open, Ada,” he said. “Allow us both the honor of pleasuring you.”

Ada’s breath felt like melting wax as Luis’s hand sent waves of pleasure up her body. Leon planted thick, wet kisses along her mouth and face. Once Luis’s fingers were sufficiently dripping, he pulled out, leaving room for Leon to push his cock inside her.

Ada clasped a hand around Leon’s shoulders, her nails clawing into his shoulder blade. Behind her, Luis took her hips in his hands then pressed his length inside. Ada’s breath hitched as both cocks filled up inside her.

“Mmmm, you feel as divine as you look, Ada,” Luis mewed into her neck.

“Fuck,” Leon whimpered. “You feel so good.”

The two men started slowly, moving their hips in an even, synced rhythm so Ada’s body could adjust. The bed squeaked under their collective weight and their moans could be heard through the wall, but none of them cared. Nothing was outside the walls of this hotel room. All there was was Ada Wong and the two men inside her.

Leon cock pressed perfectly over her clit and Luis felt heavenly moving in and out of her. She moaned and sighed with each double wave of pleasure that struck up her body. She tightened her arm around Leon’s back and sunk her nails into Luis’s thigh.

The men quickened their pace. Leon gripped and pounded into Ada like she might disappear again if he let her go. Luis grunted into Ada’s neck with each thrust, moaning every bit of desire he held for her since they first met. All the while Ada felt like her hole was slowly burning and she welcomed heat.

She was getting close. And based on the boys grunting louder and louder, they were two

“Yes…” Ada sighed, tipping her hand back. “Make me come…both of you…now.”

Leon and Luis fucked with a passion neither of them had mustered before. Their previous fights and arguments melted away. They were working together again, with the same desperate mission to make the woman between them come like a freight train. 

“Ada…”

“Senorita…”

It was fast and hot and like a lightning strike. Together, all three of them finished a melting climax. Leon and Luis gripped each other’s arms as they held Ada close in the middle and fucked through every heaving breath. 

Time became murky, but soon the three of them all slowed to a halt. The mattress was dribbled with sweat and come and the air was thick. Ada tried to collect her breath. Leon moved a sweaty black hair out of her face and Luis kissed the back of her shoulder. She clipped a hand to each man’s face.

“Good, you two,” she said. “Good boys…”

The men nuzzled into her touch. Leon took her hand and kissed her palm. Luis sucked on her finger. After a few minutes of collecting themselves, they both pulled out of Ada respectively. Ada sunk into the mattress in a warm, satisfied puddle. Leon pulled the duvet up over all three of them.

“So glad you came to find us Ada,” Luis mumbled into Ada's shoulder as he spooned her from behind.

Leon pressed his chest close to Ada and hooked an arm around her waist, crossing over Luis’s.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered sleepily into her lips. “I’m so happy you’re alive…”

The two men curled close to her. Their bodies and breaths made Ada hypnotically warm under the blanket. In minutes, Leon and Luis were both asleep. Their arms around her, their mouths by her neck. Two loyal dogs asleep next to their mistress.

Ada smiled and rubbed both of their sleepy heads. She wasn’t sure what she’d do with them when morning came. Leon would need to return to Washington with Ashley. Luis would likely find a new home and work out of Los Illuminados village, possibly out of Spain and the States altogether. Meanwhile, she had to deal with Wesker.

But Ada didn’t want to think of any of that now. Right now, she had a full night of sleeping in the arms of two adoring men to look forward to.

“Finally, away from that god-awful mountain,” Luis said.

He leaned back in the passenger seat. Ada didn’t look at him, instead focused her gaze forward and steadied the glide of the helicopter. The Spanish mountains grew smaller behind them and all around them stretched a wide, glimmering sea.

“I agree,” Ada said. “One you’d be dead on if I hadn’t helped you.”

Ada had found Luis with a bleeding gash sometime after he was left behind by Leon. Either the American agent was more selfish than she thought, or he suspected that Luis was dead. But Ada found with just a kick to the chin, the Spaniard sat right up. Some patches from a first aid kit and he was good enough to walk out.

“I am eternally grateful for your mercy, Ada,” he said.

“You should be,” she said. “Given your lackluster delivery of the amber, you’re lucky I let you live.”

Luis simply nodded, then reached into his pocket for a smoke. Normally, Ada would make him wait until they landed before filling up the helicopter with the stench of that stuff. But Luis was still barely recovered, and they were both still shaken from their escape. So she just kept her eyes on the horizon while Luis flicked the lighter from his pocket. He took a long drag with an “ahhh” and crossed one leg over the other.

“So, Leon Kennedy,” Luis said. “You know him?”

The question prickled at Ada’s side. Her hands tightened and untightened on the steering wheel.

“He was one of the survivors of Raccoon City,” she said. “He helped me out on a mission there.”

“Ah,” Luis said. “And, I assume he knew exactly who you were when he did?”

“Told him I was FBI,” she said.

“And he believed you?” Luis chuckled. “Oh, the man is not as clever as I thought.”

“It was years ago,” Ada said. “He was a rookie back then. Virus ruined his first day on the job.”

She wasn’t sure why she was acting so defensive of him. Ada was pretty sure she was the last person that Leon currently wanted defense from.

“Sounds to me like you’re fond of him,” Luis said.

Ada was tempted to pluck the cigarette from Luis’s mouth and put it out on his thigh. He was lucky she was driving the helicopter and couldn’t take her hands off the wheel.

“I don’t blame you,” Luis said. He blew out a whistle. “That Señor Kennedy is one fine hijo de puta.” He took another drag from the cigarette. “It’s a shame we had such a short time together. Met in such circumstances. If I had met him at a bar somewhere, or on the streets, I could have taken him home and uh…” he chuckled. “Had a little fun with him.”

Ada didn’t even respond to that, because it’s not like she didn’t agree. Leon Kennedy was an attractive man. Even back in his rookie days, he had the kind of face and body that made people on the street look twice.

“Tell me,” Luis said. “Did you try to uh…have any fun with him in Raccoon City?”

Ada’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles paling under her leather gloves.

“Not exactly,” she said. “I did kiss him but…it was just to get him to do what I asked.”

“ Oooooh ,” Luis sang. “A kiss from the spider woman. And how did our little friend taste?”

Sweet. Warm. Tender. 

“I don’t remember,” Ada lied. “Again, it was just to placate him.” 

“Oh, cold as ice, Ada,” Luis said. “Well, I personally want a taste and a little more from that handsome Sancho.” He raised an eyebrow. “He’s heading back to the city, no? He must have started there before catching a ride to the mountains. If the U.S. does not already have a ride home for him and his señorita, he must be here for a little longer.”

“Luis, get to the point.”

“I just think that, if Señor Kennedy has not left the country yet, perhaps there’s another chance we could…all run into each other at once.”

Ada resisted the idea. She had to get back to Wesker. She was on a job, not a pleasure cruise. And Leon’s words still echoed in her head: “I think we both know this is where we go our separate ways.” 

Despite every instinct, Ada didn’t want to believe those words were true. She and Leon had something tying them together. How else did they meet each other again on opposite sides of the world six years later?

But moreover, she didn’t want it to be the last time. And as foolish as Luis often pretended to be, he was more perceptive than he let on. He hadn’t seen her and Leon speak to each other, yet he could feel whatever was in the air between them.

“What makes you think he's into men too?” Ada asked.

Luis threw his head back with a laugh.

“I know my kind when I see them,” he said. “He hides it, but I can tell the man likes it both ways.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “What a fine surprise two beautiful people like us would be to him.”

Ada pursed her lips.

“I have a job to do, Luis, and you know it.” she said.

“Oh, come now, Ada,” her companion said. “I know you like to pretend you’re this machine woman, but I know somewhere under those lovely breasts of yours is something like a heart— OOF!” 

Ada took one hand off the steering wheel and punched Luis in the balls. The Spaniard leaned over and clutched his crotch.

“Hey, easy now,” he croaked. “Don’t be so quick with violence, Ada.” He gave her a glinting smile. “You know I’m the kind of man to relish that sort of thing.”

Ada rolled her eyes and turned the helicopter eastward. Her eyes kept flicking down to the ocean below, scanning for any sign of a jet ski with two blonde figures on it.

“I’m just saying,” Luis continued to talk. “It’s a stroke of fate that you and Leon crossed paths again like this. It’s impossible to say if it will ever happen again.” He leaned closer to her. “Maybe, you and I should visit him one last time. Get a taste of him while we still can.”

As annoying as Luis was, Ada couldn’t lie that his suggestion was enticing. All these years later, Ada’s lips still buzzed with the memory of her and Leon’s kiss back in Raccoon City. It was a dangerous thing to consider, with the mission almost complete and Wesker waiting back at home.

But deep down, Ada knew she was a selfish person, who didn’t like denying herself things that she wanted. And as infuriating as Luis could be, he lived up to his title of lover in the bedroom. And the idea of having both men all to herself sent a hot flash through Ada’s body.

She turned a dial on the dashboard.

“Let’s make it quick,” she said. “I don’t want it to last longer than it has to.”

Luis’s smile brightened and he clasped his hands together.

“¡Excelente!” he said. “Ada the Adventurer, I quite like her.”

“And I don’t want you to say a word until we get there.”

Luis mimed zipping up his lips and throwing away the key. He grinned the whole ride over.

~

Leon couldn’t get a signal out on the open ocean, so he couldn’t contact his superiors in the States until he and Ashley made it to shore. Once he did, the U.S. government immediately arranged rooms for both of them at the nearest hotel. The Spanish government even sent security to stand guard at Ashley’s room, so Leon could finally— finally—get some much needed rest.

Leon had been silent as a stone the ride over. Everything that had happened in the mountains finally hit him. The blood, the trauma, the horror. He’d survived plenty of unimaginable things, but in the hours it took to ride back to civilization, it hit him like a tidal wave until he couldn't speak anymore.

After he made sure Ashley was checked in her room with two armed guards outside her door—and two more inside—Leon slumped to his room just down the hall. Ashley, who had clung to him since returning to shore, begged him to stay behind. But Leon desperately needed some solitude to recover from…well, everything.

He reached into his pocket for his room key. Instead, he pulled out a key with a small, yellow teddy bear keychain on it.

Immediately, his mind flashed to the mountain. The fire, the monsters.

Ashley. 

Krauser. 

Saddler. 

Ada. 

Luis. 

Leon squeezed his eyes and shook his head. He shoved the key into his other pocket and pulled out the room key. He stepped into his room and shut the door behind him. He leaned his back against the door, and sucked in a long, sighing breath. Peace. Quiet. Safety at last.

“You look like you could sleep for days, Sancho.”

At first, Leon thought the voice was in his head. But when he opened his eyes and wandered into the bedroom area, there he was. Luis Serra, who had bled to death in front of him just hours before, was on his bed. Back against the headboard, legs crossed at the ankles, lighting a cigarette in his hand.

“What the fuck…” Leon mumbled.

Now he had to be hallucinating. The trauma was hitting him harder than he thought and now he was hallucinating dead people. He closed his eyes and pinched his nose.

“No,” he said. “No, you’re…”

“Handsome as ever?” Luis chuckled. “Well, turns out death is a hell of an elixir.”

“No, this isn’t…” Leon turned around and squeezed his eyes shut. “You’re not real…this isn’t real…”

“It would be a shame if it wasn’t. This bed is immaculate.”

Leon opened his eyes and turned back around. Luis was still there.

“How did…” Leon said. “How could you even get in here? All the security…”

“Well,” Luis said, taking a drag of his cigarette. “I wish I could say I had some clever trick to sneak into this hotel room. But, I’m afraid credit belongs to our mutual lady friend.”

“Mutual lady—?”

“Don’t confuse him, Luis.”

Leon’s eyes widened as he saw Ada Wong step into the doorway from the bathroom. His eyes flicked between the two of them. The man who should be dead. The woman who should be far away. Leon dropped his face into his hands.

“No,” he said. “No…I’m not going to be mindfucked like this…I’m not…”

After years of horrors, his mind was finally cracking. He was hearing and seeing things that were not there. It finally caught up to him. He turned and pressed his face against the wall.

“No, no, no, no,” he moaned into his hands.

Then, he jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look and his face met Ada’s.

“You’re not delusional, Leon,” she said, in an uncharacteristically soft voice. “Luis didn’t die. He just almost did.”

“Can’t keep this stallion down so easily,” Luis said, tossing his legs over the side of the bed.

Leon turned to face both of them. He was trembling all over.

“Don’t look so frightened, Sancho,” Luis said as he sauntered up next to Ada. “A little bird told us that you and the señorita were not leaving until tomorrow morning. Ada and I just wanted to say goodbye, see how you were after—”

Leon swiped a pocket knife off his belt and pointed it at them.

“Don’t come closer,” he growled. 

Both of them stepped back. Luis lifted his hands in the air.

“No need for violence, Sancho,” he said. “We’re not here to fight.”

“Don’t call me Sancho.”

Leon looked like a cornered animal, shaking like one too. Ada had seen it before.

“Luis is right,” Ada told him. Her tone was calm, calculating. “We just wanted to see you one last time. I figured, maybe you’d want to know he was alive.”

“And so you came here?” Leon said. “Into my hotel room without me knowing?”

“I tried to tell Ada it was a questionable choice,” Luis explained. “But with all the security around, and Ashley hanging off of you, we thought it better if we found you alone—”

Ada shushed Luis with a hard boot down on his toes. Luis croaked in pain and leaned down to grip his leg.

“We didn’t know how else to see you before you left,” Ada said. “A choice, yes. But if it’s any consolation, we’re not planning to stay too long.”

Leon stared at them, knife in hand, for a long moment. He waited to wake up, or for the hallucination to cease. But nothing happened. Luis was alive. Ada was back. Like his war-torn mind had summoned them.

Leon slowly lowered his knife and returned it to his belt.

“Okay, so you’re both alive,” he said. “So what are you here for?” He looked at Ada. “You’ve got your amber. What more do you want from me?”

Ada and Luis glanced at each other, then back at Leon.

“Ask not what you can do for us,” Luis said. He flashed Leon an impish smile. “But what we can do for you .”

Luis reached into his pocket and pulled out the cigarette pack and lighter again. He lit one up, and Leon was struck with the memory of the last time he saw one between Luis’s teeth: When he was bleeding against a wall.

“Ada told me about your…adventures together in Raccoon City,” Luis said. He took a long drag. “I know you two had met before, but I had no idea you’d gotten so… close .”

Leon’s face flushed bright pink. He hated how all these years, the taste of Ada’s mouth still lingered on his. Even Ada was flicking her eyes to the carpet, like she was remembering it too. Luis noticed the look on both of their faces and he smiled with the fag between his teeth.

“It made me think,” he said. He took a few tentative steps closer to Leon. “Perhaps if you and I had had a little more time together…maybe I could have given you one even better.”

Leon’s heart froze in his chest and his eyes flicked between the two people in front of him. Ada rolled her eyes at Luis's comment, but then returned them to Leon. She said nothing to contradict him. Luis mouthed his cigarette like he was kissing it. Both of them looked at him expectantly.

Leon buried his face in both his hands.

“I can’t believe this is happening.”  Leon turned away from them both. “This is insane.”

“Oh come on, Leon,” Luis said. “I didn’t come back from the dead just for you to break my heart like this.”

“Leon.”

Behind him, Leon heard Ada’s high high click up to him. She clasped a gloved hand to his shoulder and forced him to look at her. 

“Look at me,” she said.

Ada took both of Leon’s wrists and forced his hands from his eyes. She gave him a soft, gentle look. An unusual thing to see on her.

“You’re not leaving until morning,” she said. “Until then, you’re going to be stuck in this hotel room all by yourself. All alone with your thoughts, trying desperately to sleep. Is that really what you want? Lying in a dark room alone while you can still smell the blood?”

She laid a hand on his shoulder, and gently traced her fingers down his arm. Leon felt a shiver of goosebumps where she touched him. She leaned close to whisper in his ear.

“Tonight, when the memories of it all are still fresh,” she said. “Wouldn’t you rather think of something else? Distract yourself from all you can remember from those mountains?”

Leon’s eyes flicked between Ada and Luis. His face was burning and his heart was knocking at his ribs. It shamed him to admit it, but Ada was right. He’d had plenty of sleepless nights of the things he’d seen, going all the way back to Raccoon City. The night terrors, the insomnia, the spiraling thoughts. All of it was at its worst the night after a mission. The thought of going to bed, turning off the lights, and laying in quiet agony in the dark…it sounded dreadful.

And then there was Ada and Luis. Ada, with her red lips and sweet scent and cooing voice. Luis, with his hot breath and impish eyes and leering tongue. Just having the two of them in the room with him…it made his blood rush hot.

“Okay,” Leon said. “Yes, okay.”

Ada gave him a small smile and cupped his arm with her hand.

“Have a seat,” she said. 

Luis moved out of the way so Ada could sit Leon down on the edge of the bed. She shifted onto the mattress behind and clasped her hands to his shoulders.

“Relax,” she said. “You just went through Hell. You’re safe now. Enjoy it.”

Leather gloves gone, Ada started massaging him from behind. This close, Leon could smell her perfume. Something dark, like pomegranates or black cherries. Leon sucked in a breath and sighed it out. His eyes fluttered shut and he allowed Ada to knead her hands into his shoulders and back. He was exhausted and sore when he finally came back from the mission, but he hadn’t fully realized just how much he’d been aching for days. All that fighting, all that running and climbing, it rushed over him at once. He leaned his back against Ada’s chest and she held him upright.

“Good boy,” she whispered in his ear.

Meanwhile, Luis smoothed his hands up Leon’s thighs. Under his cargo pants, the hair on Leon’s legs stood up straight.

“Now that you’re relaxed,” he said. “Time for some pleasure.”

Leon heard a metallic clicking sound, and opened his eyes to a slit to see Luis undoing his belt. He pulled Leon’s belt from its loops then dropped it to the floor with a clack. 

“Would you allow me the honors, señor?” he asked. He said it like he was asking if he could make Leon a drink. Honestly, Leon could have used one. But Luis’s mouth sounded just as good.

“Yeah,” Leon mumbled.

Luis’s eyes and grin gleamed. He unbuttoned Leon’s pants slowly then pulled them down to his ankles. Ada kissed along Leon’s neck, leaving a crimson lipstick smear, as she continued to work his back and shoulders. Meanwhile, Luis dropped to his knees in front of Leon and reached for the seam of his boxers.

“Oof, señor,” Luis said. “I had high expectations, but…”

Leon’s cock was red and erect as Luis tossed aside his boxers. Ada turned her face over Leon’s shoulder to smack another kiss on his cheek.

“Just relax,” she whispered.

Ada’s lipstick left a red stain on Leon’s face. He felt light and dizzy in a way he wasn’t used to. Like his body was made of wax, melting slowly in a hot room.

Luis clasped two hands on Leon’s knees to keep him open, then flicked his eyes up at him from between his thighs.

“Do I get a kiss too, Sancho?” he teased.

Leon couldn’t even muster a retort to the “Sancho.” He just let Luis take his chin between his fingers and pull him into a kiss. Luis’s mouth still tasted like cigarettes and his dark whiskers trickled Leon’s upper lip. But he didn’t resist. He surrendered to the smell and taste.

Luis moaned into the kiss. He pulled his bronze jacket down off his shoulders then unbuttoned his shirt. Leon pressed a hand to Luis’s bicep. His heart was ricocheting just under his fingertips. Leon grunted deeper into the kiss, and smoothed his hand from Luis’s hairy chest and over his shoulder to his back.

Meanwhile, behind him, Ada unzipped her boots and pulled her red sweater dress over her head. In his peripheral vision, Leon saw her drop both off the bed. She pressed herself against his back and he could feel her bare stomach, her bra. Her nipples were hard through the fabric and Leon could feel them against his back. She planted kisses along his face and neck, speckling him with lipstick stains. Sitting between them, Leon was washed with pleasure so intense that it was nearly overwhelming to the senses.

Luis’s hand found Leon’s cock, and he chuckled when his fingers felt precome.

“Looks like I have my work cut out for me,” he teased.

He shifted his mouth from Leon’s mouth to his cheek, then his neck, then his chest. His whiskers scratched along Leon’s skin as he kissed down his body. His knees hit the floor, and he took Leon’s cock in both his hands.

“Mmmmm, estrangularme ,” he mumbled against it. He pressed the tip of his tongue to the base, then licked slowly down to the tip. Leon hissed through his teeth and shoved his fingers into Luis’s hair.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

Luis flicked his eyes up to Leon and flashed him a wicked smile. He licked up and down Leon’s cock, slavering it with hot saliva. Leon moaned and arched his back. Ada pressed a hand to his chest to pull him back closer to her.

“Feels good?” she whispered in his ear.

Leon’s brain had turned to soup and he couldn’t respond. Ada pressed two fingers to his chin and turned his face to hers.

“Open your mouth,” she said.

Leon did as he was told, and Ada curled her tongue inside. She held Leon’s face in a hungry kiss as Luis’s continued to tease his cock with his lips and tongue.

“Joderme, señor,” Luis purred. “You taste heavenly.”

Leon’s body was burning and aching, and growing impatient. He gripped Luis’s hair in his hand and pushed his mouth down onto his cock. Luis made a startled, choking sound, then chuckled in his throat as he took Leon in.

Luis always boasted himself as a lover, but Leon never really bought it until he felt the back of Luis’s throat on his cock. Luis moved his mouth and tongue up and down expertly, grunting with each stroke. Leon’s knuckles turned white gripping his hair, bucking his hips to fuck Luis’s deeper into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Ada explored the inside of Leon’s mouth with her tongue. She ran her slender fingers and manicured nails along his chest, making his hair stand on end. She liked Leon this way. No macho bravado. As soft and vulnerable as he had been that first day they met. He moaned and grunted against her mouth as Luis sucked him dry.

“Good boy,” Ada mumbled against Leon’s lips. “Take all of it.”

It was overpowering to Leon’s senses. Luis’s head between his thighs and Ada’s tongue down his throat. He reached a hand back to squeeze Ada’s bare thigh.

“Fuck,” he mumbled. “Fuck.”

He was getting close. His whole body was reaching a fever peach. He pushed his cock in and out of Luis’s mouth at a vicious pace. He growled against Ada’s mouth like he was hungry, like he was daring her to swallow him whole. Luis’s groans turned to choking whimpers as he tried to match the pace of Leon’s hips.

Finally, Leon croaked against Ada’s mouth as he shot a load right down Luis’s throat. The other man winced at the impact, but he didn’t stop. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped down every drop Leon could give him. He kept his mouth, his lips, and his tongue in motion until Leon thought he’d crawl out of his own skin.

Eventually, Leon’s hips stopped twitching and his body went limp against Ada’s. He was sweating through his shirt and his heart was hammering in his chest. He felt like wet clay, like they could shape him into whatever they wanted.

Ada gave Leon a small, chaste kiss on the cheek and smoothed his sweaty hair out of his face.

“Feel better?” she asked.

Leon couldn’t respond. Everything felt warm and hazy like a dream. He just nodded and draped his head by her neck. Meanwhile, Luis slowly pulled Leon’s cock from his mouth. He licked his tongue around his lips trying to catch every stray drop.

“You’re a messy lover, Sancho,” Luis teased.

“And a loud one,” Ada said.

She kept eyeing the door, like any minute the security officers outside of Ashley’s room would hear the noise and come barging in. She was ready if they did. She would fight off a horde of personnel if it meant she got to do what she was about to do next.

Ada gently lowered Leon down onto the bed. He seemed especially soft when he was post-coital. Like a newborn baby that needed to be laid down for a nap. Luis stood up and wiped his mouth on his arm.

Ada moved backward on the bed until her back was to the headboard. She stretched out, ankles crossed. Leon’s eyes fluttered open and he glanced up at her. She motioned to him with a curl of her finger.

“Come here, baby,” she said.

Leon groaned then crawled up the mattress to her. He dropped his head down on her thighs and she ran her fingers through his hair.

“I missed you,” he mumbled into her black thigh-highs. He hugged her legs and buried his face in her meaty flesh. “I’ve missed you for so long…”

Ada felt a tug of something soft in her heart. If Leon kept talking like this, looking like this, she just might overstay her welcome. She flicked her eyes up to Luis. He gave her a nod, then turned her gaze back to Leon.

“Did you like that?” she asked.

Leon nodded.

“Wanna do something for us?”

Leon lifted his face to look at her. He glanced back at Luis, who was undoing his belt.

“Don’t worry, Sancho,” Luis said. “It won’t require much work on your part, I promise.”

Leon turned on his side and watched Luis drop his belt on the floor next to his. Luis held his gaze as he slowly pulled down his trousers and let them fall to his ankles. Luis was all dark hair and olive skin. Muscle and flesh that made Leon’s mouth water.

“Go ahead,” Leon said. He glanced at Ada. “Do what you want.”

Ada smirked, then pulled Leon’s face into a kiss. She tasted some residual Luis in his mouth. That stubborn tobacco flair that could never be kissed away. Her hands found the seam of his shirt and she broke the kiss just long enough to pull it up over him

Leon was bare on the bed, skin glowing almost gold in the lamplight. Luis smoothed a hand down Leon’s back.

“Kissed by the angels,” he said. 

He tugged at his boxers until they fell to the carpet. Leon glanced over his shoulder to get a look at him. Luis’s cock was thick and hairy as the rest of him. Hung like a caballo.

Meanwhile, Ada shifted her hips as she pulled down a pair of black panties down her legs. Leon pulled the rest of them off, and his mouth watered at the sight of her bare pussy. Thick black pubic hair and smelled ripe.

“We’ve missed you too, Leon,” Ada said.

“Now it’s our turn,” Luis said.

Ada pulled Leon into another kiss. Leon lapped hungrily at her mouth, running his hand up her thighs and waist like he couldn’t touch her enough. She threaded her finger up his neck into his hair, then pressed her hand atop his head. She pushed him down until his kisses brushed her chest, then her stomach, until his mouth was at her waist.

“Go ahead,” Ada mumbled. “Eat me.”

Leon didn’t need any further instruction. He parted his lips and pressed his tongue between her wet folds. Ada sucked in a breath as he did. Leon’s tongue was delicious when he kissed, but it was divine inside her.. She leaned back on the headboard, legs spread wide, as she pushed his head deeper between her thighs.

“ Mmmm, that’s it ,” she sighed. She tipped her head back, eyes fluttering shut. “...good boy.”

Leon lay flat on his stomach, hands to Ada’s thighs, as he lapped at her pussy like a hungry dog. She tasted amazing. He groaned into her pussy with each hot drop on his tongue. He could have lay there eating her for hours.

Then, he felt Luis’s hand smooth up his back, grip him by his hair, and pull his head back. Leon groaned in pain as his head arched back.

“Come now, Ada,” Luis quipped. “No one taught you to share your food?”

Ada pushed Luis’s hand away. Leon’s face dropped back down into Ada’s waist.

“Very well,” Luis said. “I guess I’ll take the back.”

Leon felt Luis’s hand tease down his side then down to grip his hips. 

“Such a lovely back you have, Leon,” Luis cooed. “Beautiful shoulders, impeccable torso…”

Luis held Leon’s hips and readied himself at his entrance behind him. Leon’s body tightened at the sensation, but he didn’t resist. He tried to relax his body even as his heart threatened to burst from his ribs. 

“...and a perfect ass.”

Luis stuck one finger slowly inside him. Leon croaked against the sensation, mouth open, and Ada took the opportunity to push him back between her thighs. Her hot drip returned to his lips and his tongue followed suit.

Luis pushed a second finger inside, then another, Leon moaned against each other while Luis stretched him ready. Once Leon was no longer so tight, Luis readied himself at his hole, then slowly pushed himself inside. Leon grunted, and snatched a hand backward to grab Luis’s wrist.

“Mmmmm, tight as iron,” Luis leered.

He started thrusting his hips at a steady pace. Slowly, at first, keeping tempo as he stretched Leon out further. Leon moaned and grunted with each impact. He tried to focus his tongue inside Ada, but Luis’s cock was sending spikes of pleasure up his body that left him useless as a rag doll.

Luis tipped his head back, eyes shut, as he pushed himself deeper inside Leon.

“Maldita sea, eso es bueno,” Luis moaned.

He quickened his pace, gripping Leon’s hips with paled fingertips. Leon’s moans turned to high-pitched whimpers. Ada pushed his head down and bucked her hips to push his tongue deeper.

“Me first,” she told Luis.

“I’ll try,” he groaned.

Ada gripped Leon’s pale hair between her fingers. She arched her back and pushed her hips as she rode his wet, sturdy, tongue into a melting climax.

“That’s it…” she sighed. She dropped her head back against the headboard, eyes shut. “Right there…keep going, suck right there..God, fuck, Leon. ”

Ada slammed her fist back against the headboard as she came like a shattered glass window. She tugged his hair until he thought she’d tear it out. He would have welcomed it. Leon welcomed any pain that Ada or Luis could give him.

Ada kept twitching her hips as after every drop of her trickled down Leon’s throat. Her face dripped with sweat, and with a heavy sigh she dropped her eyes to Luis.

“Your turn,” she said.

“With… pleasure ,” Luis croaked. He’d been holding it in for Ada, but now he fucked Leon with the viciousness of a predator in heat. Leon whimpered and maon with each blow. The mattress spring sang between him and the wood board creaked like they might snap and break.

“Yes…” Luis sighed. “So good…” 

He reached a hand up and snatched Leon’s by the hair again, forcing his back to arch. Leon’s face was red and dripping and groaned against the pain. 

“Take all of it, Sancho,” he moaned. “Come on my cock…”

Luis’s moans grew louder with each aggressive thrust as he barreled closer and closer to the edge. He wasn’t the only one. Luis’s cock was hitting Leon in just the right spot, and he felt another intense orgasm rising inside him. His cock leaked onto the duvet and his body went limp.

Ada watched as both men came at the same time. Sweat and grunts and fluids spilling onto the mattress. Leon gripped the duvet in both hands and bit it between his teeth. Luis threw his head to the ceiling, back arched, as he fucked Leon deeper into the bed.

Luis kept going even after they finished, like he couldn’t get enough of Leon, like he needed to taste him a little longer. When his hips finally stopped, he heaved a deep breath and dropped his gaze down to Leon. His long dark hair dripped sweat onto the other man’s back.

“Aye me…” he said between ragged breaths. “Dios mío…”

Luis gently pulled out and pressed a hand to Leon’s lower back.

“You okay, Leon?” he asked.

Leon moaned into the duvet. Ada gently scratched him on top of his head.

“I think he’s used up for the night,” she said.

Ada shifted next to Leon and pulled his head close to her chest. Leon curled into her, face between her breasts as she pet his hair.

“Thank you…” he mumbled. “For letting me see you two again…”

“Anything for you, Leon,” Luis said.

Luis pressed a knee to the end of the mattress then crawled over to the other side of Leon. He pulled the duvet up to cover all three of them. Under the covers it was warm and blurry, a tangle of sweaty limbs and perfume mingled with tobacco. Ada held Leon close to her chest while Luis hugged him from behind. Luis kissed Leon on his shoulder and buried his face in the spot. Ada kissed the top of Leon's head.

After days of struggle—years of it—Leon suddenly felt small and soft. He didn’t realize how much his shoulders had been carrying until he was held in two sets of arms. In their shared sleepy haze, Ada and Luis kissed and caressed him into a stupor. There was something weighing on him some short time ago, but it felt distant now. All that was left of the world was this hotel room, and the only people left were the beautiful man and woman holding him close.