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Leon walked through the castle's halls, with three others nipping at his heels. First it had just been him and Ashely. The girl he had been sent to rescue in the first place. Their goal now was to make it to the other side, where a helicopter would be waiting for them. But somehow along the way, they'd picked up two strays.
Luis Serra and Chris Redfield.
Luis had been a bit of a help these past few hours, directing Leon in the right direction and even helping fight off hostiles down in the village. They provided each other with a way to keep in contact since they both were here for different things. They'd planned to meet in the ballroom and things would move from there. Except when Leon and Ashley arrived, walking inside, there was one other than just Luis.
Chris being there was a shock. A shock that Leon had yet to shake off. Luis voiced that he'd run into the man during his own journey to the ballroom. At first, they thought each other to be hostile, holding up weapons, then they took in the sight of each other. Luis was the first to put down his weapon, raising his hands to show he was no threat. Chris questioned him and Luis let it slip that he was headed to meet a friend. Chris being Chris needed to hear the name of said friend, and Luis revealed it was Leon.
Things moved from there.
Chris refused to admit why exactly he was here in the first place, just that they needed to get out of here. Like that wasn't what Leon had been doing in the first place. The ballroom was large, all entrances shut off except for the one Leon and Ashley had traveled through. As the four chatted, they made sure to keep an eye on the door, just in case.
Now, all four of them, three men and one woman, were traveling together through the castle. Ashley was in the middle as the men were huddled around her, keeping an eye and ear out. Thankfully, Leon noticed that not many threats were walking around. Of course, they ran into a few, and were easily successful in taking them all down.
Ashley physically seemed to loosen up a bit, her shoulders not as tense and her face more relaxed due to the extra protection. It was obvious she was terrified before, and Leon didn't blame her. A young girl suddenly kidnapped and taken to some strange remote village surrounded by people who looked like they hadn't ever even heard the term “bath.” There was no telling her fate if he hadn't gotten to her in time.
“Look, it's our souvenir friend.” Luis pointed out the familiar purple flame, lighting up a torch perched outside a room. Leon stepped forth, opening the door to reveal the merchant, stood at his makeshift table dressed in his heavy hooded coat.
The four entered the room, Chris looking around, eyeing the merchant suspiciously. “Who is this?”
“The merchant.” Ashley chanted. “He sells us things that could help along the way.”
Chris wasn't satisfied with her answer, brushing past Leon to continue his questioning. “What's your name?”
The merchant just chuckled, turning to Leon and Luis, gesturing to the items laid out on his table. “I've got some good stuff for sell this time around. Care to take a look?”
Luis picked up something Leon couldn't even guess to name as he took a look of his own. He was well stocked up on ammo and knives, so he didn't need any sort of that, and no one carried any major wounds, so medicinal herbs also weren't necessary. He eyed an herb laid atop the table. It wasn't the usual stuff. This one was far larger, similar to a flower with an estranged array of colored petals. “What's this?”
“An antidote.”
“For what?” Chris asked, his voice stern.
The merchant just shrugged. “That's what the one who sold it to me said.”
Chris sucked his teeth. “You're selling goods you don't even know the use of? Whoever that seller was could've surely lied.”
“Good thing you don't have to buy it, right?”
Luis chuckled from off to the side, returning the item he'd been inspecting back on the table. “How about you sell us some information, amigo? Anything you know can aid us?”
The merchant crossed his arms over his chest. “How much you willing to offer?”
Luis reached into his pocket, showing off a few coins. “What’ll this do for us?”
The merchant scooped up the coins, putting them away in his coat. “There's a swarm coming in. Few hallways away. Best to chop em down now, before they continue to grow.”
“Swarm of what?” Leon asked.
The merchant shrugged again. “The three of you together shouldn't have much of a problem plowing through em. But things could get a bit dangerous for the Mrs.” They all turned to look at Ashley, seated in one of the chairs of the room, massaging at her now bare foot. “They're quick. So focusing on both them and her at once can be a problem.”
“So what are we supposed to do? We can't just toss her aside?”
Luis cleared his throat. “What if we left her here?”
“No.” Leon was quick to toss out the word.
“Just while we clean out the swarm. If things are as our friend says, it shouldn't be long at all for us to care of them and come back to retrieve her.”
“And what If something happens to her here?”
The merchant reentered the conversation. “She'll be safe here. No one unwanted is getting in here.”
“How can you promise her safety? For all we know you could be packed up and long gone with her by the time we get back.” Chris said.
Ashely rose her hand. “I'd like to stay. My feet hurt and I need a break. There are never any of those men around the merchant. I'm sure I'll be fine.”
Leon was shocked Asheky was willing to stay. But at the same time, he could see why. Just like she'd said, she was tired. They been moving non stop for hours, and her boots weren't exactly meant for hiking. He'd grown tired himself, but the difference between him and Ashley was the fact he'd been trained to endure whatever he was feeling, from fear to exhaustion.
He reached out, snatching Luis’ comm off his ear and tossing it to Ashely. “Tap it if you need me. Don't hesitate. Let's make this quick. I'd actually like to make it out of this shit place.”
Leaving Ashley alone wasn't a decision Leon exactly wanted to make, but with her being tired and hosting sore feet, it would definitely slow them down. She had Luis’ comm, so if anything happened, she had a way to contact them.
The three men traveled throughout the castle, turning down halls into the direction the merchant had tipped them in before leaving. It didn't take long for sounds of movement to reach their ears. Rounding one last corner they came to see a group of about nine, Armour clanking around aimlessly.
Chris frowned. “These guys? This is the dangerous swarm?”
It was a group of the living armor beings that they'd all been up against, one on one. The beings were clumsily, and not fast in the least. Only thing about them was that they could be a hassle due to the metal armor shielding their bullets. To knock 'em down you had to hit the space of their neck, peeking out from beneath the visible space between their helmet and chest plate.
“I knew he was talking shit.” Leon spat, ready for turn back and head for the merchant. One of the armor beings must have heard them talking, causing it to make a run for them, metal clanking as it ran. Chris was quick to pull out his gun, firing shots. The attention of the other beings was gained, now all nine running their way. Leon clicked his tongue, pulling out his own weapon and shooting.
It took some time but eventually they were able to minimize the group to just one left, the living armor headed towards them with its arms spread out in front of it. It got too close to Luis, grabbing him. Chris gave it a kick, causing it to tumble. It crashed to the ground, helmet rolling away, revealing what was underneath.
It didn't look anything how Leon would've imagined. Its head was on the smaller side, but where a face should've been were these odd looking grooves. With its helmet gone the creature seemed to gain some sort of recognition. Much faster than it had moved before, it climbed back onto its feet, the grooves of its face opening up large and wide.
Leon was stunned. The creature opened up to resemble a flower, what he assumed to be the innards of its mouth colored a bright purple. It shrieked, mouth releasing a deep yellow fog, quickly filling the space of the hall.
Luis was the closest, coughing and fanning around his face as he stumbled, swaying. The fog was so thick it was hard for Leon to see. He couldn't tell where the creature was, and just shooting out was dangerous, he could end up hitting Luis, Chris or even himself if the bullet ricocheted.
Another screech echoed out in the hall, followed by a loud thud. Leon was coughing now, his mouth and nose stuffed inside his shirt as he attempted to get a hold of himself. Arms wrapped around him, pulling him away from the scene then leaving him propped against a wall before leaving. Leon heard Luis' coughs get louder as they got closer before he felt the man collapse at his side onto the floor. A door slammed closed and a lock clicked.
Leon swiped at his tear stung eyes, trying to clear them so he could see. He'd been moved to a separate room, Luis layed down at his feet, stuttering out a few more coughs. Chris was by the door, moving a chair in front of it before turning to them.
“You alright, Kennedy?”
Leon nodded, letting out a cough of his own. “The hell was that?”
“No idea,cough..but don't ever knock off their helmets is something we now know.” Luis crawled across the floor, pulling himself up into a chair.
“We breathed that shit in. Could be toxic.”
“Let's hope it's not.”
Luis was out of breath, sprawled out in his chair. “I may not have a lot to live for, but I don't want to go out by monstrous gas.”
Leon swiped at his nose before reaching up to tap at his comm. “You alright Ashley?”
The device beeped, Ashley quick to respond. “I'm fine! Are yall?”
Leon let out a low wheeze. “Yeah. We just finished with the swarm. Has he done anything to you?”
“No. Everything is good here. Be careful on the way back.” The comm beeped again, Leon turning his attention back to the other two.
“How long do you think it's gonna take for that gas to dispurse?”
“Not too long I hope. We can't stay holed up in here forever.” Chris stated.
Luis sighed, throwing his legs over the arm of the chair, “either way, we're stuck here until the gas dissipates. Get comfortable.”
They waited. Luis in his chair, Leon propped against the wall on the floor and Chris stood by the door. The only way to really check for the gas was to open the door and no one wanted to risk that, so the better option was to wait a bit. That way the fumes would be a lot less if any remained when they did check.
Leon pulled at the collar of his shirt, shaking it back and forth. The room had gotten stuffy. He looked over to see Luis fanning at himself, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Chris’ skin was damp too, but he didn't move in anyway to show it.
“It's hot.” Luis spouted, running a hand through his hair.
“You'll have to suck it up. We'll be out of here soon.”
Leon wiped some sweat from his face, pressing his cheek against the wall. It was cool, providing him a bit of comfort. They continued to wait.
Another five minutes went by, and Leon swore it felt like someone had cranked on a heater. The collar of his shirt had grown moist and the cool of the wall wasn't doing much for him anymore. Then there was this fuzz swimming in his head, making him feel loopy, like he was on the brink of a high. “Something's off.”
“You feel it too, huh?” Luis’ speech was slower than usual, almost slurred. Chris had gone from standing upright to leaning against the wall, shoulders slouched. He lifted a hand, pressing it to his own forehead.
“C'mere Kennedy. I can't tell.” Leon knew what he was asking, so he reeled himself up, sauntering over to the other. Every step felt like a mile, a feeling similar to butterflies forming in the pit of his stomach when the back of his fingers made contact with Chris’ forehead.
“You're burning up.” His eyes raked over Chris’ face, following the stream of a drop of sweat rolling down his cheek. He wasn't thinking when he grazed his fingers down Chris’ face, down to his jaw. He jerked away, almost tripping over his feet as he moved to jump back. “The hell is going on..?”
“It's that gas,” Luis muttered out. “We're all feeling its effects.”
“So what, we just sit here and wait for it to fucking kill us?” Chris spat.
Leon went to answer, letting out a groan when his vision swirled. He swayed on his feet, falling forward. Chris just barely caught him, wrapping his arms around him. Leon moaned aloud at the sudden contact, pinching his eyes shut. The room went silent.
“What the hell is going on?”
The agent let out another moan, hips unconsciously rutting forward atop the hardness that had settled between his legs. Chris’ knee.
Chris forcefully pushed Leon away, sending the younger back, crashing to the floor. All eyes were on Leon, laid on his back. He wasn't even worried about the fall. His focus was all on the feeling in his pit. His face was hot and flushed, embarrassment flooding through him.
He was hard, painfully so. The tent in his pants was more than obvious, sticking up, threatening to burst through the fabric of his pants. And he'd rubbed himself against Chris. Leon looked up, catching the man's flabbergasted expression. Then Leon's eyes traveled back down, ever so slowly moving over his form. Chris was hard too.
A silent fuck sounded behind him, and that's all Leon needed to hear to confirm things. This was a mutual feeling between all three of them. “That gas..it did this to us.”
“No shit.” Chris cursed, turning around to adjust himself in his pants. He hissed at the contact, forehead pressing against the wall. “How do we make it stop?”
“I don't know. But I'm desperate right now.”
“What about the merchant? He has a knick knack for everything else? I'm sure he knows.” Luis hummed as his hips rose involuntarily, thrusting into the air.
“Call em Kennedy.”
Leon didn't answer.
“Kennedy…call Ashley, get the merchant online.”
Still no answer.
“Kennedy!”
Chris fiercely turned around, his eyes growing wide at the scene before him. Leon was still laid out on the floor, but now his legs were bent and spread as he rubbed at himself through his pants. His shirt collar was encased between his teeth and his eyes squeezed closed. “damn it..” Chris clenched his fists, forcing himself to look away. He hobbled forward, leaning down the grab at the comm wrapped around Leon's ear. He yelped when his hand was seized, Leon harshly gripping at his wrists.
“Something’s wrong..” Leon slurred.
“I know that, give me your comm.”
Instead Leon rolled over, arching his back and throwing his hips in the air as he continued to palm at himself. There was a shaking of the ground, Luis also now on the floor, crawling towards Leon. The two looked at eachother, exchanged conversation in a language Chris didn't understand, then jumped each other, lips smacking together.
Chris fell to his knees, doing all he could to will himself from giving in to the urges he felt. His cock was so hard it hurt. He could feel it leaking, soaking the front of his pants and boxers. He was releasing way more pre cum than deemed normal.
He gasped as he watched Leon basically rip open the front of Luis’ pants, grabbing his cock and stuffing it into his mouth. Luis threw his head back as he moaned, running his fingers through Leon's hair.
Chris turned away, biting at his fist. He bit down so hard he could taste the copper of his blood, flooding across his tongue. No. Don't give in. I've been trained for this.
He hadn't. And neither had Leon. They had been through course after course of the effects of different drugs, but none of them equaled up to this. None of them were this.
He could hear the slurps of Leon sucking at Luis’ cock, moaning as he gagged up and down on it. Luis was just as vocal. And neither were helping Chris in his delima. He didn't know what to do. He was so desperate for a fuck he felt he'd die, that his body would implode from within his cock. He cursed as he turned, grabbing at Leon's hips and forcefully thrusting his front into the other's ass.
Leon choked, the force sending him forward, Luis’ cock hitting deeper into his throat. Luis rutted up, hitting the back of his throat again. Tears leaked from the corner of Leon's eyes, stinging at his waterline.
The hands on his hips gripped him harshly, moving fast as they yanked at his pants, pulling them down and over his ass. He was exposed, a chill running up his spine as his cheeks were spread, the air of the room flushing over his hole.
He was already clenching around nothing, simply imagining a cock fucking him deep when Chris lined himself up, breaching him. There had been no prep, so there was a burn. But all Leon could focus on was the pleasure of it.
Chris didn't spend any time waiting before thrusting into him, snapping his hips harshly in order to pleasure himself. He'd produced so much pre-cum his cock was soaked, aiding as a lubricant. And even as he was buried deep into Leon's ass, he was still leaking.
Leon was shook back and forth, his ass and throat fucked to the others likings. His cock twitched, now free from the confines of his pants. It swung back and forth, leaking a stream down onto the carpet below.
Luis pushed in deep as he came, shooting his load down Leon's throat. He gave a few more thrusts for good measure before pulling out. He watched as Leon collapsed forward, his ass angled in the air as Chris fucked him.
Chris was fast and precise with his movements, hitting Leon over and over across that one spot. The agent was a moaning mess, saliva and cum dripping down his chin from his time with Luis.
Luis felt himself grow hard again, springing back to life as if he hadn't even been satisfied yet.
Chris grunted as he came, pulling out after he'd finished. He and Luis gave each other a look, moving around each other as they swapped places. Leon spurted cum when Luis sank within him, still loose and now lubed up from Chris. He forced himself in quick, getting right into it.
Chris pulled Leon up from his hair, hovering his mouth over his cock. Leon opened wide, holding out his tongue and keeping eye contact as Chris settled in his mouth.
Once again, both sides of Leon was being used.
And then it happened again.
And again.
And again.
Over and over they brought each other to completion, no one bothering to keep count. And no matter how many times either of them came, they had just as much seed to provide the next orgasm. Leon had been stuffed so full it was seeping from his hole each time he was pounded into, running down the back of his thighs.
At one point he'd been turned onto his back, his pants and boxers fully pulled off and thrown to the side. Luis was between his legs and Chris hovering above him, fucking his face. Leon's throat was raw, and with every thrust in his ass felt like he could feel it reaching within his stomach.
He pressed a hand to his lower abdomen, moaning out in shock when Luis placed a hand atop his own, pressing down hard. Leon came again, shooting high, cum raining down atop their hands.
Chris came on his face, causing the agent to quickly close his eyes as his lids were painted white. Chris huffed as he crashed to the floor beside Leon, throwing an arm over his face to shield away the light.
Luis kept up with his thrusts, pushing Leon's knees up to his chest to gift himself better access. Leon had been in overstimulation for he didn't know how long now. He barely got a break between orgasms, Luis and Chris quick with swapping places.
He moaned as his breath was stolen, Luis pulling him into a sloppy kiss. They exchanged the taste of salt, cum and tears coating their tongues. Luis broke the kiss, picking up speed and force. Leon screamed as Luis pushed the farthest in him yet, cumming deep.
The room was full of the echoes of their breaths and the smell of sex wafting through the air.
Leon felt empty when Luis pulled out, his hole clenching around nothing as he sighed. More cum escaped him, puddling onto the carpet below. Luis collapsed too, on the other side of leon, the three now all sprawled out onto the floor, out of breath.
No one knew what to say.
Luis was the one to break the silence. “Is..that it?”
“I hope so.” Chris said, pushing himself to sit up.
They were all covered in cum, sweat and whatever else, desperately in need of a bath. “I've never felt like that before.” Luis chimed out.
“And hopefully you won't again. We were intoxicated.”
Luis chuckled, turning to lay on his side, facing Leon. “You took that like a champ, Sancho. Any experience?”
“No, but I guess I can add this to my resume.”
Neither of them had even noticed Chris get up, returning to toss a red curtain over Leon. “Clean up. We've lost time. Gotta get moving again.” He walked away to get dressed.
Luis clicked his tongue as he grabbed the fabric, helping Leon wipe down as best he could. After he wiped himself down, pulling back up his pants and rebuckling his belt. The only one who had actually taken off any articles of clothing was Leon, his bottom half bare. Chris threw his clothes his way.
Leon groaned as he forced himself to sit up, Luis providing a bit of aid. A pain shot up his back and his legs felt numb. He could feel cum still seeping out of him as he stood, pulling back on his pants and boxers.
Luis patted him on the back, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You did good, Leon.”
A blush spread across his cheeks. Leon just nodded, limping over to the door. He pressed a finger to his comm, tapping at it. “Ashley, we’re on our way back.”
A cry broke through, startling him. “Thank god! I was so worried, I thought something had happened to you guys. It's been over an hour! And I didn't want to distract you by calling just in case you were distracted.”
Leon sighed. “It's alright Ashley, we're alright. Just sit tight, we’ll be there soon.” He tapped at the device a second time, looking up to see that Chris had pushed aside the chair in front of the door, waiting. Leon shot a nod his way. Chris hummed, wrapping his hand around the cool metal of the door knob, and opening it..