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“Fuck–time out, time out.”
You dragged in a heavy breath. Your palms found your knees, and you bent over, trying to suck in more air. Sweat beaded on your forehead before racing in lines across your cheeks. Your spine arched with each pained breath, and Chris walked over to lay a hand on your shoulder. His fingers splayed across your hot skin, pushing up a slipped-down strap of your tank top.
“You alright?” he asked softly. Through the ringing in your ears, you could still hear the sounds of fists connecting with a punching bag. They quickly stopped, though, and more footsteps approached.
“Yeah, I just–” You stood up straight, rolling your shoulders. You crossed one arm over your chest, the other hooking behind your elbow and tugging, giving a delightful stretch to the sore muscles in your back. “I'm a little out of it.”
“Desk duty will do that.” Leon’s voice; he extended his water bottle, and you snatched it from him. You took a generous swig before pulling off the opening with a gasp. Water dribbled across your chin that you quickly swiped at with the back of your arm.
Chris kept his hand on your back. He stepped a little closer, and you laid a hand on his chest. That broke the seal of being professional, and Chris kissed the top of your head. Leon tilted his head away, pretended to look somewhere else, especially as Chris’ hand wandered lower.
“You need to take it easy, angel,” Chris murmured. His fingers curled against the small of your back. He was speaking low, and it made you shiver, your breaths turning shallow at the way his words rumbled through the hollow of your chest. You curled a fist in the shirt he wore, tugging him closer.
“I know, but–” You turned to glance at Leon who had slid his gaze back over. “You two just got infected, and you’re fine.”
“Hardly,” Leon scoffed. You pulled away slightly from Chris, and your arm reached out to offer back his water bottle. Leon took it with a little nod of thanks, and he immediately took a sip himself.
“Not to mention, it’s not a competition. You took a bullet last time you were on the field,” Chris lifted the hem of your tank top to show off the starburst scar square in the center of your abdomen. Leon tipped his head to peek at it, and there was a visible wince that crossed his features.
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“You needed surgery.”
“So? That was months ago.”
Chris sighed. He lowered your top, and his hands gripped your shoulders. He gently steered you toward a bench and plopped you down onto it. “Listen, just sit down for a little. Alright?” You made a face, and Chris continued, “For me?”
A smile. You rolled your eyes. “Fine.”
Chris leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss that made your pulse quicken. Your lips parted on instinct, and Chris slipped his tongue into your mouth. A soft noise left your throat, but you choked it back. Chris slid one hand up your thigh, gave it a squeeze, then he pulled away from you entirely. Electricity prickled up the back of your neck, and you were loathe to watch him leave. Though, it wasn’t entirely awful; your eyes fixed on his ass as he walked away, smiling to yourself as your hands gripped the edge of the bench.
The AC in the training room kicked a little higher. It blasted over your boiling skin, and you sighed softly as it cooled. Leon had resumed his workout at the punching bag. You knew Leon’s fighting style; he favored his legs, focusing on keeping his opponent out of arm’s reach. The shirt Leon wore clung to his lean frame, and you tilted your head. The focus on the movement of his fists, the way he ducked and dodged, told you a little about their recent encounter at Alcatraz. Something had shaken him, made him want to improve. You could see it in the lines in his face.
You’d learned to read Leon relatively easily over the years. He was good company at holidays, and an even better asset when the DSO actually wanted to play nice with the BSAA. You liked him as an agent and as a man. And you knew Chris felt the same. He’d always held Leon in high regard after Raccoon City. You teased him about, tried to rub at his nerves by implying Chris had affection for him. Chris had never breathed a word either way.
Not until one Christmas where Leon got a little too deep in the bottle. His head leaning on Chris’ shoulder, and he asked you, with no trace of shame, “I bet you guys look good when you fuck.”
The night had changed. You didn’t miss the way an instant tent formed in Chris’ jeans, and you weren’t much better, a stuttering mess, slick between the thighs, and you, in your infinite wisdom, responded with, “I’m sure there’s a video somewhere.”
Chris looked at you with wide eyes. You raised your hands, panic on your face. Leon was giggling to himself, and Chris shot his gaze down to find a hand on his thigh. “I’d pay to see that.”
“Maybe tomorrow.”
Leon lifted his hand, curling it into a fist, almost in victory. You let Leon sleep on the couch, and you and Chris retreated to the bedroom, all needy hands and mouths and fucked each other rough thinking of Leon.
None of you had spoken a word about it. But now, it was the only thing at the front of your mind. Your gaze slid to Chris. He was against the mat. When had he taken off his shirt? Your clit twitched in response; he was doing sit ups. Each time he lifted off the floor, you could see the tendons and cords up his spine, along his shoulders, and you thought you might start drooling. The AC was doing nothing to help the heat that was building from the arousal kicking sparks up in your blood, and you were a certified mess.
“Hey, Redfield,” Leon called, breaking you back to reality. He gripped the punching bag, forcing it to slow to a stop. “Can we spar?” He was breathless, gesturing by twirling his index finger in a circle. “Need to work on–shit–upper body.”
Chris stood up slowly. He reached for his shirt and tugged it back on. You wanted to scream. “Sure.” Chris turned and looked at you. “Are you still alright over there?”
You offered a thumbs-up, not trusting your voice to not crack if you spoke. Chris smiled at you: a blistering ray of sunlight, and you melted.
“Alright, come on.” Chris raised his fists, keeping them loose. One foot moved in front of the other, and Leon mirrored his stance. “Don’t hold back.”
“Well, damn, there goes my whole strategy,” Leon bit out, a smirk pulling at his lips. Even from here, you knew Chris was rolling his eyes.
Leon moved first. A quick jab toward Chris, and he moved easily out of the way. Chris returned the attack with one of his own, going toward Leon’s ribs. Agile, quick, Leon dodged it and settled back into position. His next punch was blocked with Chris’ forearm, and Chris managed to grab hold of Leon and twist, hauling him over his shoulder until Leon hit the mat with an echoing thud. Chris kept his arm pinned, a shoe pushing into Leon’s shoulder. There was a groan that came from Leon.
“Fuck–”
“Can’t leave yourself that open so close,” Chris chided. “It works when you’ve got the leg distance, but not inside the reach like this.”
“Noted,” Leon wheezed out.
Chris clasped Leon’s hand and pulled him to his feet (without much help from Leon himself) and set him back with a quick pat on the arm. “Keep going.”
You watched, completely enraptured, as the two of them fought. Leon kept ending up pinned by Chris, but he started to get more hits in. Admittedly, you didn’t know who to watch. Your eyes darted back and forth. Flashes of muscle, the sounds of grunts, the thick smell of sweat in the air, and you found your hips rocking of their own accord. One hand had traveled to hold onto the bench between your knees, and with each buck, you found your clit barely brushing against the heel of your palm. It was obscene. You were trying to be subtle, but the way you were humping, chasing any sort of pressure against your cunt, it was anything but.
You dropped your head, panting softly, and you decided to sneak a more direct touch. Your fingers crept upwards, pushing into the fabric of your sweatpants, and found your clit was achingly hard. It was obvious even through the layers, and you let out a shaky sigh when you passed a quick pet over it. Then another. Which turned into blatantly stroking yourself in the middle of the training room. You could still hear their fucking sounds, and it was making you greedy as you tipped your hips to press more firmly.
Your gaze flicked up. You saw Chris, and he had Leon pinned to the mat again. An arm was barred around Leon’s neck, and Chris was watching. He saw the way you were palming at your arousal, and your heartbeat quicker. You moved to stop, but Chris raised a brow: a quiet command to keep going. Leon was struggling against the pin, but he stopped when Chris flexed his arm and forced his head up, making Leon look at you, desperate and needy.
A blush rose to Leon’s face. But Chris tilted down, and he murmured something that made Leon, very obviously, bite his lip. You slowed your movements, and Chris released Leon from his hold.
“Looks like you’re doing better, sweetheart,” Chris called as he stood up. He padded over toward you, and, most interestingly, Leon followed.
“A little.” Your eyes darted between the two of them as they came closer.
“Good.” Chris knelt down in front of you. He placed his hands on the insides of your knees, and he pushed them open. There was an obvious wet spot growing just below your clit. Chris let his hands slide up your thighs, resting in the bend between your legs and waist. You leaned back, bracing on your palms, and you watched Leon as he straddled the bench. “Good enough to play nice?”
It was thick against your bones, knocking and demanding. You were focused heavily on Chris. You sure? was written plainly in your features, and Chris nodded. He leaned forward to kiss you, and he whispered into your mouth, “Please.”
You hummed softly, and you nodded while you kissed him, your lips smacking as each eager tilt of your head broke and reconnected the kiss half a dozen times. Chris grinned, and he pulled back.
You looked up at Leon, and his blue eyes were transfixed. Lust burned low in the wells of his irises, and you reached out to drag him closer. Leon let his lips touch yours, and you were surprised how gentle he was. Almost romantic, even, as if he wasn’t about to fuck two of his friends in public. Maybe you still had more to learn about Leon. Not that you were going to complain about that.
Leon slipped his tongue across your lips: a quiet ask for permission. Your mouth opened, and his tongue darted in, a little more certain now. He tasted your mouth, let your tongues tangle, and Leon moaned. One of his hands cupped your jaw, and he pulled you even tighter to him; his other hand wandered down your chest, slipped beneath the neckline of your tank top, and Leon caressed your chest, finding one nipple and thumbing it gingerly.
A surprised moan when he felt the metal that pierced you. He scooted even closer on the bench; his knee bumped your thigh, and that was when you felt Chris wrap his hands around your waistband. He tugged your sweats down while Leon lost himself in the taste of you. Chris tugged, and you raised your hips. A familiar dance. He pulled them completely off before starting on your underwear.
Leon finally came up for air. But it was short lived. You were pulled, twisted slightly so Leon could lift your tank top up enough to expose your chest. He dove down; Leon’s lips found your other nipple and sucked it into his mouth. You hissed, and your head spun as he tongued across the barbell. It seesawed pleasantly as Leon licked his tongue back and forth. The hand on the other side of your chest dipped lower. He skated across your star-shaped scar, tracing it for a moment, before continuing. Leon slotted into your dance with ease; as Chris pulled down your underwear, Leon raced his fingers down to give your clit the love it deserved.
A moan ripped from your throat at the unfamiliar touch. Leon, again, was painfully soft. He barely ghosted the head of you, a kiss from his fingertips, and you jerked your hips upward. Leon left your nipple to rise up and nibble your shoulder.
“He looks good on you,” Chris remarked. His voice shattered through the moment, and it seemed to heighten everything you were feeling. Leon pushed a little more firmly into your bud. Chris licked his lips at the sight, and you whined. Greed made you slip further down the bench, giving a heavy suggestion with a tip of your hips. Chris made a noise that gave you goosebumps.
Chris’ fingers pressed at your opening. He gathered some of the slick spilling from you and eased two digits into your waiting cunt. You moaned, and your hands slipped. Leon was quick, catching you with his other hand. “Easy, baby,” Leon mumbled into your neck. Baby. From Leon. It was a direct hit to your lungs, and you whimpered breathlessly. “You like that?” There was a smile pressed against your skin. You had to hide your own grin by turning away.
“Don’t get shy, sweetheart,” Chris encouraged, plunging his fingers deeper into your pussy. Leon drew circles over your clit. The attention was too much, and you thought you were going to die strung between these two men. You squeezed your eyes shut.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Leon latched onto Chris’ liberal use of pet names, saw how you shuddered when he spoke to you like that. He was eager, pawing more firmly at you.
“Not a thing. Isn’t that right?” Chris knew you better than he knew himself sometimes. You nodded, and your tongue lolled out as you huffed needy breaths past your lips. Chris crooked his fingers, and you shouted, the pressure to your g-spot nearly tearing you across the razor’s edge of pleasure too soon. But that was, apparently, Chris’ plan as he spoke again, “Show Leon how good you look when you come.”
“Shit,” Leon breathed. He twisted to look at your face. He lowered you onto the bench so his hand, shaking, could reach up and grip your chin. Your eyes fluttered open. “Already so pretty.” Leon nuzzled his nose into your cheek, kissed the corner of your mouth, then he drew back to watch again. “Come for us.”
Your hands flew up to grab Leon’s shirt. You tugged him even closer. Your noses were jammed together, and your brows pinched tight. Your eyes glanced down and watched them both moving their hands against your cunt, and you sobbed. Chris leaned forward and kissed your thigh, and the tender gesture stole your orgasm from you. Moans bounced off the walls, and your pussy clamped down, keeping Chris’ fingers inside, and Leon slowed his movements. He was enraptured by the way your face twisted as the fat tears of excitement dripped from the corners of your eyes.
“Fuck, Redfield, you weren’t kidding,” Leon murmured in awe. He left a kiss on your forehead. Chris removed his fingers as your body relaxed. Chris shifted to tug his sweats down. You and Leon perked up, and you watched Chris take his cock out, resting it against your thigh. Warm, thick, the haze of afterglow was chased away by more need.
“Maybe we can get one more. What do you think, Leon?” Chris reached forward and dragged your hips closer to his. He leaned over you. Two faces inches from yours made you feel like the main course. Drooling, toothy, the two men leaned forward and nuzzled each side of your face as Chris rubbed his cock between your folds.
“But you–”
“We’ll get ours, baby,” Leon soothed; his fingers were still against your clit. It buzzed with the receding prickles of your previous climax. He started slow circles again, and you were a mumbling mess.
“No, wanna–ah–”
“What do you want?” Chris was starting to push his cock against your hole. You clenched on instinct, frustrated, needy. “Relax, sweetheart.” You growled, palms covering your eyes. Your body was still tight, wouldn’t let Chris in. He paused; Chris moved your hands away. “Talk to me.”
“Want you both. Inside.”
Chris looked up at Leon who was quiet. This was between the two of you. “You’re not ready yet. Too tense. How about–” Chris pet along the side of your neck. “–you suck Leon’s cock. Give him some love, and we’ll see if we can calm you down enough, okay?”
You were slow to nod. You weren’t exactly ecstatic; you were impatient, wanted your instant gratification now, but Chris was right. There was no way you were taking them like this. Chris kissed you gently. “That’s good. You’re so good.”
Leon moved off the bench. Your head was hanging off the opposite end of the bench, and Leon was hovering over you. Upside down, you watched as Leon fished his cock out from his shorts, and your mouth watered. He slid the head against your mouth; your lips glistened from the pre-come he smeared onto you. Your heart thundered. “You okay?” Leon asked softly.
“Yeah,” you hissed out. Your breath billowed across his length, and you saw him twitch from the sensation. You smiled, and your mouth opened, tongue poking out.
“Oh, goddamn, you can’t do that.” Leon looked pitiful. The image of you spread out like this, open and eager, made another bead of pre-come drip from his cock onto your patient tongue. You lapped it up, and Leon moaned. He eased himself forward and sank himself into your mouth.
It was a strange feeling, taking him upside down like this. You raced your tongue across his cock–cut, pretty–learning the way he felt against you. He slipped in deeper. His palms found the edge of the bench, and he dipped his head. “Ah, god.” It was barely a whisper.
“Good?” Chris asked, clearly amused.
“Fucking great. Holy fuck.”
Leon’s enthusiasm made you giggle around the intrusion to your throat. You relaxed more, and your cheeks hollowed as you sucked noisily at Leon’s cock. At the same time, Chris started to slip his cock into your cunt. Your walls were still tight, still locked a little with your emotion, but that tension ebbed as you gave into the familiar feeling of Chris filling you with every inch of himself.
“There you go.” Chris pressed in, buried to the hilt. He shifted his hips to get just that little bit deeper, letting you adjust. All you had to focus on was Leon fucking his cock into your throat. “You’re taking us both so good.” Chris smoothed a hand over your belly. Like Leon, he paused at your gunshot wound. He rubbed at the shining skin, the scar tissue still so fresh.
“Yeah. Feels like heaven.” Leon rocked his hips slightly. He kept care to not gag you, made shallow movements as drool puddled in your mouth. “And you’ve been keeping this all to yourself, Redfield.”
“What can I say?” Chris slid his hips back. Your cunt squelched with the movement, and you squeezed in an wordless plea for him to fuck back into you. He obeyed, starting up with quick little thrusts, and you moaned; it hummed up against Leon’s shaft, and his body stuttered. “I’m selfish.”
“Not anymore. Not after this.”
Chris breathed out a soft fuck at Leon’s words. His insistence, his desire for again tethered you all together, and it added to the arousal singing up your spine. Chris twitched against your walls, and you knew he felt that spark the same as you. Your body was infinitely more relaxed now, and you made a noise around Leon’s dick. Your hand patted his thigh. Leon drew back.
“Sorry, did I–?”
“No,” you rasped out. “No, I–”
“I think you can handle it.” Again, Chris knew. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and the two of you stood slowly. Your legs tangled around Chris, and he jerked his chin. “C’mon, Leon. Get a taste.”
Leon was quick to slot against your back. Chris kept his hands across your shoulder blades, and Leon reached up; his arms hooked under yours, and his palms laid against your chest. Chris guided you down while Leon pushed up.
“Relax.” Chris murmured. Leon’s cock bumped over Chris’, finding the already-full opening to your cunt. The head pushed gently, seeking solace against you and Chris in tandem.
“Fuck–are you sure, baby?” Leon was soft against your ear.
“You can do it,” Chris breathed. “I know you can.”
You nodded. You’d fought for this, thought about it for months, and now you weren’t backing out. Leon kissed one side of your neck while Chris gave attention to the other. “Leon, please.”
“Take it slow.” There was a bubbling heat to Chris’ words. As much as he wanted it, as much as you wanted it, Chris was bristling at the prospect of Leon hurting you.
“You’re the boss,” Leon murmured back.
Slow. Achingly so. Leon popped past; it made you jump in their arms, and you choked out a cry. Chris soothed you, and could hear that there wasn’t pain. It was just a lot. A bursting pressure that you thought might split you open. You clawed at Chris’ chest. Your nails raked over the fabric of his shirt. Leon chased the feeling, slipped further into your pussy. His cock glided over Chris’, and you wondered what it felt like for them.
“Look at you,” Leon breathed out in disbelief. “Fuck, you’re amazing. You both are. Christ.”
You smiled, and the slight sting that whipped over your nerves started to dissipate. Your thighs flexed around Chris’ hips, and he lifted up to meet your gaze. Those soft, brown eyes were full of love, a twinge of concern, but that, too, faded as he saw the way you already looked completely satisfied.
“That’s my angel.” Chris caught you in a bruising kiss as he started to fuck into you slowly. Leon pushed his cheek into your back, sighing softly as he drank in the sensations. Then his hips started to move on a track opposite of Chris’. You were barely clinging to reality, lost totally in the way it felt with each mirrored pass of their cocks against your walls. Chris tore his lips away, and he leaned past you to find Leon. “Come here, Kennedy.”
Leon lifted his head; their lips met over your shoulder. You heard the sounds of their tongues slipping against one another. Heat that only built as you tipped to watch them. They looked so good, so goddamn beautiful. As their mouths tilted, lips parting, you saw a glimpse of Leon’s tongue wrapped up with Chris’. You nuzzled your nose forward and pressed into the mess.
A triad. Three mouths, needy and desperate, fixing together. Noisy, hot, sloppy. Leon was right. Selfish was out of the question. Like they’d done it a thousand times, Chris and Leon sped up as they rutted into you, not a single hitch as they adjusted to each other’s new pace.
Leon moaned softly. You felt his cock bow, and you knew Chris did too. “You close?” you asked him between traded kisses.
“Yeah, sorry, fuck, your pussy’s just–”
“No, I know,” Chris chimed in. Chris slid a hand away from your back. Leon took more of your weight, fucking deeper as you sank a little lower. Chris pressed his fingers into your clit. “Let me make it better for you.”
You gasped. You cunt spasmed as Chris dragged rough strokes against your clit. He knew just the way to pull you to a quick orgasm. He wanted you to milk Leon for all he was worth, and you were more than happy to oblige.
“Goddammit, Chris, what are you fucking doing?”
“Told you we could get one more.”
You barely heard the words as Chris forced the orgasm from your body. You dropped your head back into the bend of Leon’s shoulder and cried out. A fresh set of tears flooded your eyes as your walls fluttered over Leon and Chris together. Leon shoved his hips flush to yours and came hard. Warmth spilled into you and covered Chris’ cock still thrusting steadily into your pussy.
Leon softened quickly; his cock slipped out, and you were left devastatingly empty despite still having Chris inside you. Leon kept holding onto you; his palms squeezed at your chest, and he left a trail of wet kisses over your shoulder.
“So fucking perfect,” Leon muttered.
“Both of you.” Chris reached the hand that had been rubbing at you to grab the back of Leon’s neck. He pulled him forward until their foreheads were touching. Leon was the picture of adoration as he was, again, subjected to watching someone come. Chris filled you. Thick ropes splattering, mixing with Leon’s as he kept thrusting, you thought you could freeze this moment and never be happier.
Chris breathed heavily near your ear. Leon was giving shaky exhales of his own. You felt like your bones were gone. Chris gently pulled out. You felt come drip freely from you, and you winced at the mess that was sure to be on the training mat. Your ears were ringing, and your mouth was somehow dry despite having two tongues in it earlier.
Chris set you down on the bench while Leon retrieved your discarded clothes, and he passed them to you. You bullied your limbs into submission and quickly redressed. You leaned forward, elbows pushed into your thighs, and you covered your face.
“That was un-fucking-real,” you finally managed. Chris smoothed his thumb against your cheek. “I don’t think I can walk.”
Leon laughed a little. He sat beside you, and his hand wound around your waist. Easy. Like he’d always been doing it. “You’ll be alright.” You looked up, giving him a face that showed off your faux-annoyance. Leon winked.
You turned to Chris, and you both rolled your eyes. He sat on the opposite side of you, and his arm snaked over Leon’s. They moved until you were squished firmly against their sides. Your head tipped back and looked at the ceiling. Quiet washed over the three of you. Conversations needed to be had, surely, but for now, you all reveled in the heat, the obvious smell of sex, and the taste of each other all lingering on your tongues.