Mistress of the Manor

“You’re here for someone, are you?”

Ada turned to the voice taking a seat beside her at the bar. Just a moment ago she’d been seated by herself. It wasn’t unusual for Ada to get hit on in public settings. Men, women, anyone who saw her and wasn’t intimidated by (or drunk enough to ignore) her cold demeanor. What was unusual was for the one who approached to bear a similar resemblance to her. Black hair, a red dress, and a knowing look on her face.

“What makes you say that?” Ada asked.

She said it in a dismissive tone. Now wasn’t a time for a tête-à-tête at the bar when she had to keep her eye on someone. Someone who was seated at a table by the wall far behind Ada, which she was able to see through the mirrored wall just behind the bar. Past the bottles of different sizes and colors she could see him: A head of blond hair.

“Because I’m looking for someone else too,” the woman’s eyes flicked to the same mirror as Ada. “Except…a little to the right.”

Leon was seated at his table with another man. Only slightly younger than him, with reddish brown hair but the same bright blue eyes. Another agent, this one a rookie with MI6, based on the profile Ada was able to get a hold of on him.

Ada flicked her eyes over to the other woman. She’d been in the underworld long enough to recognize a fellow mercenary when she saw one. There was a certain way they carried themselves, a certain way they spoke, that may have seemed merely seductive to a civilian but showed telltale signs to one who knew. Even without expressing interest in an MI6 agent, Ada could tell this fellow woman in red was not just some cute girl approaching her at a bar.

“You’re trying to place me,” Isola said, as if reading Ada’s mind. “I don’t think we’ve met, but I do think I know who you are.” She twisted up her deep red lips. “I’ve met one of your old employers before. That wannabe nazi with ridiculous sunglasses?”

Wesker, Ada thought. Surely, her reputation preceded her. This other woman was definitely a mercenary.

“You must have intel on a lot of people,” Ada said.

“It’s good to keep track of people in a business like this. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Well, Ada certainly couldn’t disagree. Still, if she was going to be approached by another mercenary, it was good to have her on file in her hand. Ada offered the other woman her hand.

“Ada Wong,” she said.

The other woman looked at Ada’s hand, then backed up at her.

“Since we’re exchanging fake names,” she said, then shook Ada’s hand. “Isola Vale.”

Ada smirked a little, then turned her attention back to Leon’s table. Isola’s gaze followed suit and she took a sip from her drink.

“The blond one,” she said. “Is he yours?”

Ada nodded.

“Target?”

“Not this time.”

“Obstacle?”

“No. Not related to the mission.”

“Then who is he to you?”

Now that was the question. One Ada had been asking herself for over a decade at this point.

“Complicated,” she said.

Isola chuckled into her glass as she took another sip.

“I know what you mean,” she said. “The slightly ginger one…he’s an MI6 agent. A rookie, from what I can tell.”

“And what does he mean to you?”

“He’s investigating Nicholas Webb,” she said. “Who my client is also very interested in.”

“Same target, different missions,” Ada said. “Jobs do have a funny way of overlapping, don’t they?”

“They do.” Isola leaned her elbows back in the bar. “Well, he is cute. Have you two ever…”

She gave Ada a funny little look. Ada made an amused sound in her throat.

“Not exactly,” she said. She felt a little cold in her chest. “We kissed, once. The night we met.”

“A real kiss or a strategic one?” Isola asked.

Ada pursed her lips. She’d left a lipstick stain on her wine glass that had taken a lot from her mouth. She looked at Leon across the room.

“Hard to say,” Ada said.

She kept looking at Leon, at those lips now whiskery and coarse, while Isola chuckled.

“Rookies,” she said. “There’s just something about them, isn’t it? So fresh and green. Bright-eyed and wanting to do so much. You almost want to take them home with you. Like lost puppies.”

“And they’re no longer rookies,” Ada said. “You still see everything about them that hasn’t changed.”

She pulled her eyes away from Leon. If she stared any longer, he might notice. Instead, Ada brought her gaze back to Isola.

“What about you and MI6?” Ada asked her.

Isola smirked, a glint crossing her eyes, as she brought the glass to her lips.

“Not yet,” she said. “But you know how quickly plans can take a turn.”

At that moment, James seemed to have said something that pissed Leon off, because Leon grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close. Ada and Isola were too far to hear what Leon was saying, but he looked moments away from starting a brawl with 007.

“That doesn’t seem good,” Isola said, taking another sip from her drink. “Should we intervene?”

Ada pursed her lips in contemplation.

“I’m not sure,” she said. Leon wasn’t reckless enough to start a bar fight while on a mission, especially not with another agent. “It would be entertaining.”

James was looking at Leon like he dared him to take a swing. Ada was tempted to see it. Two handsome agents losing their cool in public would certainly be something to see.

“I’m sure it’d be a fun watch,” Isola said, as if reading Ada’s thoughts. She swirled his glass around and looked at the boys. “They’re both so handsome, though. Be a shame if they ruin those pretty faces.”

Ada had to agree. She swung back the last of her shitty white wine, set her glass down on the counter, and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

“I say we defuse them,” she said, getting up from her seat.

Isola smirked.

“Agreed,” she said.

~

“Who would you pick?” James asked, gesturing around the room. “If you had to pick anyone here, who’d you go for?”

Leon did not look up where James was gesturing around the bar. It had taken a lot of obnoxious arm-pulling just for James to get him downstairs to the bar, he wasn’t about to indulge him in more than a drink or two.

“I’d go with my work laptop upstairs in my suitcase,” he said.

“Come on, Kennedy,” James said. “You’ve been all over the world. You’ve never met someone on the job that caught your eye?”

Leon didn’t look at James. He lifted from his whiskey just long enough to see a flash of red walk past them. A red dress, but blonde hair and a deep tan.

“I’m here for work,” he said. “I’m not in the business of getting distracted. Not when you’ve got a job like this.”

“You say that like you speak from experience,” James said with a teasing tone.

Leon’s eyes kept flicking over to the woman in the red dress. She was talking to another man at the bar, laughing at something he said. Even seeing her face, seeing she was a stranger, the red dress in his peripheral vision kept making him look. As if this time, when he glanced up, he’d see someone else instead.

“I’ve been stupid before, and I don’t intend to be stupid again,” Leon said.

Despite the finality in his tone, James only chuckled and playfully shoved the other agent’s arm.

“You want to tell me about this mystery person?” he asked. “Who ensnared the ice old Leon Scott Kennedy?”

“Even if I told you, you’d be disappointed. No sexual escapades.”

“Aw, a distraction with no payoff. No wonder you’re so frosty.”

James made an amused sound then leaned back in his seat and sipped his drink.

“I’d say we need a little distraction because of jobs like this,” he said. “I know the statistics about the life span of agents. It’s not just getting killed on the job. It’s because all work and no play is bad for you. I’d say finding some fun where you can keep your life span a little longer.”

“And your suggestion for that is ogling women in a hotel bar?”

That got a laugh out of James.

“Not exclusively,” he said. “But it doesn’t cost much to look and admire.” He took a sip of his drink and looked at the blonde that had passed. “I personally like all kinds of women. But it certainly helps if she’s got on some red.”

Leon rolled his eyes.

For the past few months, rumors had been swirling that Webb Industries was sowing ties to Umbrella Corporation. Naturally, the DSO was curious as to what an AI tech company and notorious pharmaceutical corporation would stand to gain from one another. No doubt the kind of political arrangements only the ungodly wealthy could make. So, Leon was sent ahead to investigate and gather any information he could about the two companies’ connection. With this came a collaboration with MI6, themselves having gotten into hot water with Webb already.

That’s how Leon found himself meeting with rookie agent James Bond that morning. The agent had already been sent to investigate Webb for separate reasons, and both their agencies figured two birds was better for one stone. Plus, they thought Leon might be a good guide for a new recruit like James on his first outing. After a few days of slow clue-following, now ended up at a hotel on another lead. A hotel which, according to James, had “simply divine” cocktails they needed to stop for.

“I keep the drinking for my vacation time,” Leon told him. He had a glass of whiskey-and-cola in front of him, made from his signature Aerial Shot, its lime growing pruny in the liquid. He barely touched the thing while James sucked down his martini.

“We’re not leaving for our next lead until this evening,” he said. “Might as well enjoy a bit of liquid courage before either of us have to be brave.”

For a new recruit, James was unexpectedly cocky. Leon had been the new guy to a few organizations at this point, and he always recalled every first meeting being one of puke-inducing dread, not breezy day-drinking.

“You know, most guys in this field don’t start drinking on the job until they get some experience under their belt,” Leon said. “You’ve been with MI6 for what…a few months now?”

James made an amused hum sound against the rim of his glass before setting it down.

“And how long have you been with the DSO?” he asked. “Ten minutes?”

Leon gave him a look then took his own drink in his hands. The ice was melting and the condensation left a wet ring on the white table cloth. He brought the nearly lukewarm cocktail to his lips.

“I didn’t start in DSO,” he said.

He and James were about the same age, with the latter only a year younger. Despite this, there felt like a gulf of experience between the two. According to the profile Leon had read, James Bond had been a Navy crewman before being sanctimoniously plucked up by MI6 for their 00 program. Just a short time ago, he was just one of hundreds of footmen. James was merely on his first mission. Leon, on the other hand, had been fighting the bioterrorism war ever since he was a police rookie. Well, thought he was going to be a police rookie.

“Yes, I know you didn’t,” James said.

He seemed to take on a more sympathetic tone. The MI6 agent leaned back in his seat and  twirled around what remained of his drink in his glass, ice cubes clicking against the side.

“Leon S. Kennedy, hero of the president’s daughter,” he said. “I read all the articles. Read Graham’s statement about you. You’ve had a very busy few years.”

Leon couldn’t quite tell if James was being sympathetic or mocking him. He sipped his drink and didn’t look at him.

“I read about Raccoon City too,” James said, a little more delicately.  “That’s…rough, mate.”

“I wouldn’t call showing up for the first day and having the whole city blown to hell ‘rough,’” Leon said.

“Well, I’ll let you know when I think of a stronger word.”

James set down his drink and gave Leon the once-over with his eyes.

“Can’t say my first day was ideal either,” he said. “Dropped into the icy sea and suddenly MI6 is talking in my ear, and suddenly it’s an intelligence gathering mission.”

Leon didn’t need to hear all this. He read it all in James’s profile too. He knew about the mercenaries at the base camp, of the crashing helicopters, the hypothermia and bleeding wounds. He knew James Bond was also no stranger to unexpected world-saving.

Still, there was a flare of anger through Leon.

“All very scary stuff, I’m sure,” he said in a tone laced with venom. “But that’s the kind of shit MI6 and DSO deal with all the time. Human matters.”

“Don’t underestimate just what human matters can do to someone.”

Leon’s knuckles paled gripping his glass. He turned his eyes sharply to James.

“All your enemies are just people,” Leon said. “I’ve fought the living dead and eldritch horrors beyond human comprehension.”

A punachable smirk crossed James’s face.

“At least I know how to not fumble a woman,” he said.

A flare of anger spread through Leon. He grabbed James by the front of his (admittedly, very nice) shirt and pulled him close. The other agent only smirked in amusement.

“Are you trying to piss me off?” Leon growled.

“Careful, Mr. Kennedy,” James said. “Neither your organization or mine will be pleased with how you’re behaving.”

A few patrons were already glancing their way. Leon was used to violence on the field. Missions that required restraint in public were not his normal ground, not like they were for James. His knuckles were tight on James’s shirt as he fought the urge to clock him across his cheek.

Before he could, a feminine voice interrupted him. Two, to be exact.

The men glanced over from each other to two women standing before them. Immediately, Leon and James forgot about their squabble as their stomachs tightened and their eyes widened. They both spoke at the same time.

“Ada,” said Leon.

“Isola,” said James.

Two women, each with inky hair and red clothes, were standing by their tables. Watching the two agents as if amused by their spat. This wasn’t the first time James had run into the French thief since he started this case. But he’d never seen the other woman before. But based on how tightly clenched Leon was sitting in his seat, the American agent clearly had.

“Good to see you’re still in one piece, James,” Isola said. “Was worried next time I’d see you you’d be in a box.”

James gave her a bemused look.

“Flattered you’d come to my funeral at all,” he said.

“And Leon,” the other woman said. “We can’t keep running into each other like this. I’m starting to think you might be following me.”

Leon gave her a look that James found difficult to read. Too many emotions curling around in those blue eyes. Confusion, hurt, surprise, dread, and…something else.

“Care to introduce me to your friend?” James asked Leon.

Leon didn’t give him an answer. His eyes were locked on Isola’s companion in the red knit dress and impressively high heels. The friend beat him to it.

“Name’s Ada,” she said, extending a hand to James.

James gave her a look, then shook her hand.

“Got a last name?” he asked.

“Not one you need be concerned about.”

Mercenary. If she was playing nice with Isola and stingy about a name that was definitely fake, Ada had to be working in a similar underground as her. James looked between the two women.

“And how do you two know each other?” he asked. “You both in the same morally dubious sorority?”

“Actually, we just met at the bar,” Isola said. “Ada here is on vacation. We just struck up a chat. A little girl-talk is all.”

Leon could only imagine what kind of “girl talk” these two could possibly have. The kind that would end up in a file locked in a cabinet with several lines blackened out.

“We saw you both across the bar,” Ada said. “We recognized you, and wanted to say hello.”

“Saying hello to you rarely goes anywhere good,” Leon said.

Something passed between him and Ada, something James and Isola definitely noticed. Leon’s gaze was icy, but Ada’s mouth remained quirked in a smirk. James wasn’t quite sure what had the coldly professional Leon Kennedy so unsettled, but he couldn’t entirely blame him. These two women were dubious, it made sense to be cautious.

Then again, being cautious wasn’t always James’s strongest suit, and when his eyes returned to Isola they were trailing down the cut of her red pantsuit

“So, you ladies wanted a chat?” James said. He lifted his martini. “If you’ll have a seat with us, I’m happy to buy us all around. On MI6’s card.”

Leon gave him an “are you fucking insane?” look, but James brushed him off.

“Actually,” Ada said. “Considering the reasons why we’re all here…Isola and I figured it would be best if we all talked somewhere more private.”

James raised an eyebrow.

“Private?” he asked.

Isola reached into the pocket of her pantsuit and pulled out a black card. The hotel’s logo gleamed gold on the front.

“I’ve got a suite rented upstairs,” she said. “Very spacious. Enough for four people. I’ve heard this place has excellent champagne service. I could order a bottle and ice bucket for the four of us to split.”

“Sounds promising,” James said. “You ladies can take the ice bucket, and we’ll take the champagne.”

Isola gave him a smirk, then slid the card across the table to him. Leon watched James take the card and felt seconds away from throttling him.

“We’ll be upstairs if you decide to visit,” Isola said.

Ada gave Leon one last look, then gave him a wink.

“Nice to see you again,” she said. Then, she looked at James. “And a pleasure meeting you, James.”

“A pleasure as well,” he said.

The two women turned away and disappeared on clicking heels. Once they were out of sight, Leon was able to relax a little. His thoughts were racing around and he struggled to pin them down. As if everything else on this mission wasn’t already complicated, he had to deal with this on top of everything.

Leon turned to James expecting to toss away the key card. Instead, he saw the MI6 agent suck down the rest of his drink and set it down with a satisfied ahhh.

“Come on, Kennedy,” James said, wiping his mouth down with a napkin. “It’d be rude to keep the girls waiting.”

Before Leon could ask if James had had the sense knocked out of him, the other agent was grabbing him by the arm, pulling out of his seat and dragging him towards the elevators.

~

“Looks like I’m not the only one with a lady friend,” James said to Leon as they boarded the elevator. “How do you know yours?”

Leon slapped his hand against the fourteenth floor button and the doors slid shut. The elevator was shiny gold on the inside with mirror walls and glazed smoothly upwards to the top floor.

“It’s…kind of complicated,” Leon said.

“Well, neither of us are strangers to complications,” James said. He slid his hands into his leather coat pockets and gave Leon a grin. “Come on. Try me.”

Leon sucked in a breath through his nose then sighed it out. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall.

“I met her almost ten years ago,” he said. He gave James a look. “You know Raccoon City?”

Something crossed James’s eyes.

“Yes, that American that was blown to bits after an outbreak,” he said. “I’ve heard of it.”

“Well…I was there.”

James’s eyes widened and his eyebrows raised.

“Really?” he said. “I mean, clearly not during the bomb drop.”

Leon pursed his lips and nodded. His eyes stayed on the blurry reflection of himself in the elevator doors.

“Yeah,” he said. “Back when I thought I was going to be a cop for the RPD. Then I saw my lieutenant succumb to a bite.”

Leon wasn’t looking at James, but he could sense the smug grin drop from his face. The other agent leaned against the wall next to him.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I can’t imagine that.”

Leon shook his head.

“I met Ada while I was there,” he said.

“Let me guess. You fell for her, and she used you.”

“Pretty much.”

Leon thought back to his younger self. The naive rookie who believed a random woman who claimed to be FBI. It seemed so painfully obvious to him now. But he was young, and scared, and alone in a new city that had been turned into something hellish. And despite himself, all he could really think of was the moment Ada’s wrist slipped from his hand and she plummeted to what he was sure was her death. Despite everything she’s done, he still missed. He never really stopped missing her.

“I met her six years later in Spain,” Leon continued. “When I was sent to retrieve President Graham’s daughter.”

“What was she doing there?” James asked. “Stalking you?”

“Nah, an overlap in missions. Coincidence.”

“And let me guess again…you still cared for her.”

Leon felt a heat in his cheeks and he tightened against himself.

“She saved my life before, and she saved my life then,” he said. “I’d be dead without her.”

“There’s gratitude, and then there’s something more,” James said.

James twirled the key card around between his fingers. He didn’t want to look at Leon either.

“It’s really funny, isn’t it?” he said. “Doing what we do requires such focus…such discipline…and yet the last woman in the world who should throw you off is the one who does.” He chuckled. “It’s always the dangerous ones, isn’t it?”

Leon shrugged.

“Maybe that’s exactly why,” he said. “When your life is dangerous…dangerous people feel more real. They seem to understand you better than most. And you with them.” 

James pursed his lips. He hadn’t known Isola as long as Leon had known Ada, but he could understand it. The way you met someone and recognized they were made from the same material as you. Even with her secrets, Isola seemed to see through him the way very few could. And he could sense something in her that he understood a little too much.

The elevator dinged when they reached their floor. The doors split open and the two agents sauntered out, leaving the tense air behind them in the elevator. James looked at the number on the key card until he found their suite at the end of a long hallway. The room number “1433” was engraved on a gold plaque on the door.

“This looks like the place,” James said.

“I still don’t know if we should do this,” Leon said. “We don’t know if we can trust either of them.”

“I’m there with you.” James glanced at him. “But it’s two against two. I’ve got MI6 listening for me. One strange move, and I’ve got a row of other double-o’s to help.” He gave Leon a clap on the shoulder. “Besides…don’t want to die wondering, right?”

Despite every instinct, Leon didn’t argue. James pressed the card to the door’s electronic scanner. It beamed green and there was a metallic unlocking sound. James twisted the knob and held the door open.

“After you, sir,” he said. 

“Such a gentleman,” Leon said.

The two walked into the suite, James allowing the door to shut and automatically lock behind him. Immediately, the air smelled sweet and was dimly lit by only candles. 

They wandered around a corner into the bedroom area. Just as they had expected, the ladies were already there and waiting for their arrival. They were seated at the edge of the California king bed that dominated the room. Isola had a crisp glass of champagne in one hand and poured Ada’s glass with a bottle from the other. Both women glanced up as the boys walked in.

“Punctual,” Isola said. “Just what we were hoping.”

“No vodka martinis this time?” James asked, eyeing the bottle.

“I promised champagne service, didn’t I?” Isola said. She finished filling Ada’s glass. “It’s fresh from the ice.”

The last few drops dripped into the glass and set the empty bottle to the side. Leon watched Ada swirl the wine around in her glass, sniff it, then take a sip. Her lipstick left a black cherry stick on the rim.

“We’re your guests too,” Leon said. “Got anything for us?”

Leon didn’t have a chance to finish his Aerial Shot whiskey downstairs, and being around Ada only made him crave something to loosen him more. Ada noticed him staring and chuckled.

“You’re not guests,” she said. “You’re room service.”

Ada and Isola were looking at each other with a giggle in their eyes. Leon and James looked at each other, then back at the women.

“Room service,” Bond said. “Let’s hope you weren’t expecting housekeeping.” He brushed down his shirt and looked at Leon. “I don’t think either of us are in uniform for that.”

“Unfortunately, they don’t make maid dresses for men,” Ada said. “Not yet, at least.” Her eyes lingered on Leon. “I bet you'd both looked dashing.”

Leon felt a pink creep into his cheeks.

“Alright, I’m done chatting,” Leon said. “Why’d you guys bring us up here?”

His eyes looked between the two women, examining them for anywhere they may have cameras on them. Then his gaze flitted around the room for possible security cameras. Isola seemed to have read his mind.

“This is called the Eros Suite, by the way,” she said. “It’s got the thickest walls and no security. Built specifically for discretion.”

“You brought us here to fuck us,” Leon said.

“Well, I don’t think they brought us here to play cards,” James said. He gave Leon a look. “Come on, Kennedy. We’ve got nothing to do for a few hours. Might as well not spend it bored.”

Leon leaned closer to James and spoke in a hushed tone.

“We’re both on a job,” he said. “They’re both spies. They could be trying to get something from us.”

“Get what exactly?” James responded. “As long as we don’t tell them anything, they can’t know. Besides, they’ve invited us into their room, not broken into ours.”

James had a point, but Leon was still skeptical. The men’s conversation was interrupted when one of the women cleared her throat.

“Hate to interrupt you two,” Isola said. “But Ada and I are getting impatient.”

Ada glanced over at the two men.

“I saw you two arguing back at the bar,” she said. “I sense that you two are still not getting along right now.”

James and Leon looked at each other like they’d been caught doing something. Isola pressed a hand to Ada’s back and leaned close to her ear.

“I don’t want to do anything with them if they’re just going to fight,” she said.

“Me neither,” Ada said.

“Should we make sure they’re getting along first?”

“Absolutely.”

They both looked at the boys with a look that sent both of them on edge. Ada took a long sip from her glass.

“One of you take off your pants,” she said. “The other, suck him off.”

James and Leon froze where they stood. They looked at each, then back at the women.

“What…” Leon said.

“If we’re going to do this, we’re not doing this while you boys are bickering like children,” Isola said.

“We want you two to make up,” she said. “And prove it.”

Leon was wide-eyed and heart-pounding. He turned to look at James, only to be startled when the agent was standing close to him. James gave him a sympathetic look, but shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ll do it to you if you’d prefer that,” he said.

Leon looked at James like he sprouted a second head.

“I’m sorry, you’re…” he said.

James’s sympathetic look became amused.

“I prefer women,” he said. “But I wouldn’t say no to the right man.” He shifted a little closer. “And something tells me you’re similar, Agent Kennedy.”

Leon was flushed uncomfortably hot. His heartbeat was a drum in his ear. But he was also looking at James’s mouth, how smooth and supple his lips were. James saw him staring, then took Leon’s chin between his fingers.

“I’ll start for you,” he said.

With that, James pressed his mouth to Leon’s. Leon froze for a moment, not used to feeling whiskery lips against his. But after a moment he allowed himself to sink into it. James smoothed his fingers up the back of Leon’s neck into his hair, cradling the other man’s head. Ada and Isola watched them with wet lips.

James broke the kiss and moved it to Leon’s neck, then to his chest, all the way down until his knees were on the floor. Leon was already flustered and watched James undo his belt from his trousers.

“You can pretend I’m a girl if you want,” he said. His eyes flashed at Leon. “I have been told I’m quite pretty.”

Leon couldn’t gather his thoughts enough to respond. He just watched as James pulled his pants down, his erect cock hot and red when it came out. James took Leon’s girth in his hands, then glazed the tip of his tongue down the length of it. Leon felt a hot shiver down his spine.

“Just as I expected,” James said.

He parted his lips and took Leon’s tip in his mouth. Leon sucked in a breath as if he’d been punched and his hands grasped James’s hair.The pleasure was so intense it almost hurt. Leon whimpered and tugged James’s hair, but the other agent chuckled with his mouth full.

“Relax, Leon,” Ada cooed from the bed. 

“Don’t resist it…just let it happen,” Isola said.

Leon did as they said. His chest fell and rose with each labored breath as James  sucked him off slowly. James wanted to take all of Leon in his mouth, but he found he couldn’t get his cock all the way in without it reaching the back of his throat. The DSO agent damn well could choke him before he finished. Well, James wouldn’t work for MI6 if he wasn’t excited by danger, would he

James savored his tongue along Leon’s length, lathering it with his spit. Without even thinking, Leon pushed James’s head down until he made a slight choking sound. His hips began to twitch and his moans grew louder. He was getting close. James could sense it in the way Leon’s cock throbbed and pulsed on his tongue. He clasped the sides of Leon’s thighs, bracing himself to swallow every drop of his seed.

Then, he moved his hands to unbutton his own pants. He pulled his trousers down just enough to get his hands on his ock, and began to stroke himself as Leon grew closer and closer. He dribbled down James’s throat and the taste was enough to bring James closer to his own climax. Leon gripped James’s head with both hands.

“Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck—”

It was fast and quick. Leon shot straight load down James’s throat, just as James was making a mess of his hand. By the time they both finished, the carpet beneath them was warm and wet, and James was licking his lips clean. Leon looked down at James with a mix of confusion and lingering arousal. The MI6 agent gave him a smirk and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

“You’re quite needy when you’re not so untight,” he said.

“You get used to that from him,” Ada said.

Leon and James had both been so preoccupied they hadn’t noticed that Isola and Ada had gotten undressed while they were busy. Lacy trims and garters that had been hiding under their dresses. Ada in red and Isola in black. The color of passion, the color of death.

James rose up from the floor, and he and Leon both stared with their pants half-down and their cock leaking.

“Now that we’re all getting along,” Isola said. She stepped up from the bed and approached the closet. “We can all make use of this particular suite’s…amenities.”

The boys, flustered and red, watched as Isola opened the double doors. They couldn’t see what she was rummaging around in, but their eyes widened when they saw her pull out two harnesses. One in each hand, and each attached with a black silicone phallus. 

Leon’s asshole instinctively clenched and James went cherry red. Isola smirked and handed one harness to Ada.

“Don’t be nervous,” Ada told the boys as the women stepped into them. “Turns out, Isola and I have very similar skill sets.”

In more ways than one, Leon thought.

He glanced over at James to gauge his reaction. Leon expected something as equally hesitant as him. But 007 was just looking at Isola as she tightened the harness straps around his thigh and looked like he would start panting like a dog.

MI6 and their skirt-chasing agents, Leon thought.

But then he returned his attention to Ada. The harness tugged nicely over her hips and thighs, the girth of the dildo made Leon bite his lower lip. Ada noticed and she smirked.

“Curious about what you see?” she asked.

Leon flushed brighter pink while Isola chuckled at him.

“It’s awfully rude to remain mostly dressed when the ladies are not,” Isola said. Her eyes flicked between the two boys. “Maybe you two should make yourselves more comfortable.”

The two men looked at each other. James gave Leon a shrugged.

“It is rude,” he said.

He reached for the top button of his shirt, and with a smirk to Leon started plucking down. It was at that moment, with his pants at his knees and his cock still dripping, that Leon wasn’t going to be walking out of this room for at least a few hours. He stepped out of his shoes and finished tugging his pants down.

Ada and Isola watched as black and blue fabric gave way to muscled flesh. James pink with a few smattering of freckles, Leon marble hard and scattered with golden hairs. Soon both boys had stripped down to their flesh, leaving their boxers on the carpeted floor.

“I can see why your respective agencies chose you both,” Ada said. “Good soldiers know how to follow orders.”

A surge of blood made both boys throb between their legs. Leon’s cock was already revived again and James had left spots on the floor between his legs. The two stood there nearly shivering with anticipation. Ada gave Leon a pointed look.

“James already got a mouthful,” Ada said. She leaned her hands back on the bed, legs spread and plastic cock erect. “Your turn, Leon.”

Leon’s eyes trailed down Ada’s thighs to her cock. His mouth instinctively watered at the sight of it, feeling its girth in the cavern of his mouth before it was even in. It was like he was in a trance, and he sauntered over and dropped to his knees in front of her.

Ada took Leon’s chin and forced his eyes up to hers. For a moment, he forgot James and Isola were in the room, and his heart hitched in his chest. He’d told Ada back in Spain it was time for them to go their separate ways. That had been months ago. He hadn’t stopped missing her since.

She rubbed her thumb on his lower lip.

“I’ve missed you,” she said. “I was worried for a bit that I'd have to wait a few more years to see you again.”

Leon was tempted to remind her of his “separate ways” statement, but his words and brain were suddenly mushy. Ada grinned, then pushed Leon’s head between her open thighs and pushed his mouth onto her cock. He opened immediately and instinctively, taking the whole thing in his mouth. He made a small choking sound when it reached the back of his throat, just missing his uvula. 

“Good boy,” Ada purred. “Get it nice and wet for me.”

She held Leon’s head steady and slowly swerved her hips to push it deeper into him. At first, Leon struggled to suppress his gag reflex. But after a few minutes, his mouth and throat extended to accommodate the girth and he found a steady rhythm. He licked his tongue up and down the silicone, moaning as the tip of his tongue caressed every artificial vein. He swore he could even feel it pulse.

“Mmmmmm,” he moaned deep in his throat.

He sucked off his cock until it was shiny with his spit. The taste even started to grow on him. Ada watched his mouth move, the way he worked his tongue, and the blood rushed down her body.

Once it was sufficiently moist, Ada, gripping the back of Leon's hair, pulled him off of her cock. His lips were dripping wet, a long strand of saliva connecting his lower lip to her tip. His eyes were glazed like he’d just been woken up from a nap.

“Good boy,” she said, wiping the saliva from his lip. “Now…let’s get Isola ready, hm?”

Leon’s brain was foggy but his body was burning. His cock was dripping between his thighs and he felt blissfully dumb. He let Ada pass his hair into Isola’s hand, and she moved his head between her thighs, before pushing length into his mouth.

“Such a sweet thing,” Isola said. She held Leon head and moved her hips to fuck his mouth. “Are you sure you never tried him once before now?”

“Missions get busy,” Ada said. “Don’t always have the time or bedroom for it.”

The women talked while Leon’s throat was pushed open by Isola’s length. By the time she was done with him, her cock was as dripping and shiny as Ada’s. Isola pulled herself from Leon’s salivating mouth.

“Can’t even smell the whiskey,” Isola said. “Good boy.”

She looked over to James, who was looking at Leon like he was about to shove him out of the way and taste the silicone himself. She passed Leon back to Ada.

“Both you two, different sides of the bed,” Isola said, as if she and Ada had already planned this. 

Leon and James did as they were instructed. They each picked a side of the bed and stood there, facing each other from opposite sides of the mattress. Isola sauntered behind James and Ada behind Leon. Both boys felt a hand spider-crawl up their backs.

“I don’t know what it is about agents,” Isola said. “There’s just something about you.”

“Especially the rookies,” Ada said. “So cute.”

In some synchronized movement, the women pressed their hands against the boys’ backs and snapped them both over the bed. Leon and James landed right beside each other, with a yelp from Leon and a giggle from James. The women held them by their hips, readying their cocks at the boys’ holes.

“Relax and open wide,” Ada said.

“It’ll only hurt if you’re so tense,” Isola said.

James glanced over his shoulder at her.

“Promise?” he said.

Isola smirked, then pushed James’s head down into the duvet. She looked at Ada, and with an affirmative nod between the two women, they promptly inserted themselves into their partners. James let out a shuddering sigh, while Leon winced.

“Fuck,” Leon said.

Ada smoothed a hand up his back.

“Want me out?” she asked.

Leon clenched his jaw and fisted his hands into the duvet. He was already sweating and pink at his temples. It was a strange feeling, filled up where he was used to having empty, but there was a brush of something pleasurable there.

“No,” he said. He squeezed his eyes up. “Keep going.”

Ada smirked, then leaned her red lips down to his ear.

“I’ll be gentle,” she said. “Promise.”

Slowly, she began swerving her hips in and out of him. Leon moaned at the waves of pleasure crawling up his body. Meanwhile, on the other side of bed, Isola had her fist in James’s hair and was fucking him hard enough to shake the bed. James was grinning into the duvet.

“This is…certainly a first…” he said between labored breaths. 

He’d always been adventurous with women, but he’d never met a woman who proposed this to him before. And he had to admit, he liked it more than he expected. He perked his ass up to push her cock deeper inside him, all the while Isola’s nails dug into his back.

“You take it so easily, James,” Isola purred. “I can tell you’ve been thoroughly used by women before.”

James made an amused sound. He tried to think of a witty retort, but his brain was half soup by this point. He went limp as a ragdoll as she fucked him deeper into the bed. True, James had been fucked almost every way it was possibly to be fucked. But this was…

He heard Leon whimper on the other end of the bed. At that moment, the boys’s hands brushed against each other, then collapsed together. Leon’s hips began to thrust against the bed as Ada fucked him closer to the edge. James could sense it, and he was getting there too.

Their fingers twisted together and they held tight as they were fucked closer and closer to a finish. Ada and Isola cooed over the sight of it, before all gentleness melted from their movements. The women fucked them until the bed was starining at its structure, pushing deeper and deeper inside them until…

It was like lightning striking twice. Leon and James collapsed into puddles of moans and sweat. Backs pink and wet, face pressed to the bed by hands in their hair, hands clenched together until every drop of them was gone.

“Aw…how cute…” Ada said between her heavy breathing.

Isola petted James’s hair and the agent released a little purr. Even after the women pulled out, James and Leon kept grasping hands. Isola wiped the sweat from her forehead. A few strands of her black hair had escaped her bun and they were moist with perspiration. She looked across the bed to Ada.

“Do you want to try?” she asked.

Ada glanced over at James and considered it.

“I haven’t had English in a while,” she said. 

“And I don’t think I’ve had American ever,” Isola said.

Both women pulled out of their respective boys. James and Leon both groaned as they were suddenly emptied out from behind.

“I think I’ll have yours on the bed,” Isola said. “You?”

“I haven’t had a good mouth in a while,” Ada said. She reached over and scratched the top of James’s head. “Mind if I borrow you?”

He lifted his face to her and gave her a grin, then nuzzled his head against hers. 

“No complaints here,” he said.

Meanwhile, Isola took Leon’s chin and forced his eyes up to hers. Leon’s brain was still soupy from the orgasm, and her fingers with velvet soft on his face.

“And what about you, Leon?” she purred that French voice. “You mind if I take you away from Ada for a few minutes?”

Leon felt like a puddle on the bed and he nodded. James pulled himself off the bed, allowing room but Isola to move Leon up on his back. Leon’s head was barely on the pillow before the other woman in red was straddling him. Isola traced a French-manicured finger along Leon’s stubbly cheek.

“I can see why you’d distract Ada so much,” she said. “You’re a handsome one, aren’t you?”

Despite himself, Leon felt a purr threaten to escape his throat. Meanwhile, Ada situated herself on the edge of the bed, underwear at her ankles, and sitting James down on his knees in front of her.

“Don’t get used to this, rookie,” Ada said, threading her fingers in his hair. “Missions don’t always end up in the bedroom.”

James smirked up at her from between her legs.

“Maybe yours,” he said. He clasped his hands over thighs. “I’ve found myself in the company of a few beautiful women in my brief career.”

Ada smirked, and tightened her grip in his hair. James winced a little against the pain but he kept that grin on his face.  

“Then let’s hope you’re only a rookie to espionage,” she said.

With that, she pushed James’s head down to her naked bush.  It didn’t take much, as James hungrily pressed his mouth to her and split her lips with his tongue. A shuddering breath escaped up Ada’s body and her eyes fluttered up.

“Mmmmm, that’s good,” she mumbled.

She sunk her fingers deeper into James’s hair and arched her back. He had the eagerness of a rookie, but not the lack of technique. His tongue was long and velvety, and took its time curling inside of her.

Behind them, Isola was tossing her underwear on the floor and taking Leon’s cock in her hands. Just the brush of her fingertips sent a tremble down Leon’s spine. His cock throbbed against her touch and a little whimper left his lips.

“So cute,” Isola said with a grin.

She lifted herself up, then lowered herself slowly down on top of him. Leon fisted both hands into the bedsheet and he sucked in a shaky breath as she enveloped his cock inside her. His hands moved from the bedsheets to his hips as Isola began moving on top of him. Her fluids gushed over top of him and turned his brain to soup.

Once again, both men found themselves turned to brainless matter as they were each respectively fucked. Isola took Leon’s shoulders in her hands, swerving her hips over his in an agonizing rhythm that left him gasping.

“Fuck…” he moaned. “Fuck…that’s…”

Isola grinned and licked her top lip as she fucked him. While James was wry and lascivious, Leon was harder to crack. Part hardened soldier more used to pain than pleasure, another part of him still that cute little police rookie Ada had told her about. She watched him sweat and stuff his whimpers deeper into his throat as she used his cock.

She pressed a hand to his bare chest, just over his rammering heart, and leaned down to whisper close to him.

“You’re fighting it,” she said. “Now’s not that time to be a shoulder…just surrender to it…”

Just behind them, Ada was tightening her fingers into James’s hair. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and plunged his tongue deeper between her folds. She was rough with him, yanking his hair and bucking her hips to fuck his face, and James was ravenous for it. He’d had his fair share of women, but he didn’t realize how much he craved a harsher woman in the bedroom until he got a taste of Ada Wong.

“Mmmmmm,” he hummed between her thighs. “You taste divine.”

Ada tugged James’s hair and pushed him harder against her crotch to silence him. Isola had told her of James Bond’s reputation, an impressive one for such a short career. But truly the man’s body and tongue had been made for women’s pleasure. Her back arched and a bead of sweat dripped down between her breast as her body pinkened towards a climax.

Leon and James couldn’t see each other where they were, but they were on the same wavelength. Ada’s body was tightened around James’s head and Isola’s French manicure was digging deeper into Leon’s shoulders. Both men steeled themselves to let the women finish with them. James licked up between Ada’s folds and Leon clenched his teeth to keep himself from finishing, staying hard and upright for Isola.

The woman came together at once. Two feminine voices moaning, one French and one American, growling as they used their men. Ada sucked in a breath as if she’d been struck. She fucked James’s mouth, her hips bucking, until every drop of her had gushed into his lips. Even once she was done, James kept going, greedily licking up every bit of her he could get. Isola tipped her head back towards the ceiling, twitching her hips faster as a bolt of pleasure rushed up her body. Leon’s hips twitched and bucked to meet hers. He pushed himself deeper up inside her, relishing the hot squeeze of her flesh around him. He clenched his jaws, eyes teary as his body barreled closer and closer to the edge.

The boys followed them close behind. Leon fisted his hands into the bedsheets at his side and clenched his teeth as a melting climax overtook him. James rubbed at the bulge between his legs as Ada finished down his throat. It was impossible to tell who finished when exactly, but before long the four of them were a mess of sweat and fluids. Leon felt like he could melt into the bed, his face flustered pink and his chest rose and fell with each panting breath.

Isola huffed out a breath and flicked the sweat from her brow. She reached a hand down to Leon’s face and gently brushed a moist crop of hair from his eyes.

“Such a sweet thing,” she said. “It’s no wonder you’re such a distraction to my friend.”

Leon blushed pink to red at her praise. On the end of the bed, James kept swirling his tongue inside Ada until she gently pushed his head back with her palm to his forehead. He looked at her with an impish smile and licked the excess around his lips. Ada smirked at him. He looked almost boyish, waiting to be told he did a good job.

“They must teach very extensively over at MI6,” she told him.

James had a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Best in the world, we are,” he said.

Ada gave him a look, then grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him up onto the bed. Isola shifted off of Leon to make room for two more bodies. Ada and Isola each took hold of their respective men, snuggling James and Leon between them. James took Leon’s face in his hand and pulled the other agent into a thick, long kiss.

“Told you we’d be alright coming up here,” he said.

Leon’s head was so mushy he couldn’t think up a clever response. He just rolled his eyes while the women giggled. Ada spooned him tightly from the back and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a dark red stain.

“Well, I was right you two don’t have cameras on you,” James said, reaching a hand back to squeeze Isola’s leg.

“I assure you there’s nothing Miss Wong and I could need that we’d get from you,” Isola said, grazing her fingers into James’s hair. “No seduction plan needed.”

“So you invited Kennedy and I up here for…”

“We already told you,” Ada said. “Room service.”

The women gave each other a look and chuckled. Leon was feeling sleepy as Ada peppered him over with kisses. James locked his fingers with Isola’s and kissed her knuckles. The air in the room became warm and dazed, the dimming candlelight casting everything in an oily glow.