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[Location: Bio-Tech Facility, Sub-level 4; Time: 15:00]
Leon’s vision was starting to swim in a sea of green and white code. He’d been staring at the terminal for twenty minutes, trying to crack a lockout that felt more like a labyrinth than a firewall. He tried reaching out to Hunnigan but the signal inside made their comms practically useless. Every time he made progress, the encryption shifted.
"Don't give me that look," he muttered to the monitor, his voice raspy from the dry, filtered air. "I'm getting in."
He was so focused on the flickering screen that he didn't even flinch when the faint, rhythmic click of heels echoed against the metal floor. Most people would have been reaching for their holster. Leon just let out a long, weary breath.
"The sample's still locked in the cradle, Ada," he said, not bothering to turn around. "And before you ask, no, I’m not handing it over just because you showed up in a nice dress."
"It’s not just a nice dress, Leon. It’s a statement," Ada replied, her voice smooth as silk as she stepped into the peripheral glow of the monitors. She leaned against a neighboring console, watching him work with a look of casual critique. "And that Chronos-C isn't something the DSO can just tuck into a briefcase. It reacts to the host's timeline. It’s... experimental."
"Everything we touch is experimental," Leon countered, finally hitting the override. The mechanical arm inside the pressurized tank hissed, drawing a swirling, neon-pink liquid into a glass vial. "But this stays with me. You had your turn last month."
Ada opened her mouth to retort when the world turned red.
The alarms screamed, vibrating through the floorboards. Leon grabbed the vial just as a stray round from a security guard's rifle shattered the containment glass behind him.
"Leon, move!" Ada shouted.
She didn't wait, diving through the closing bulkhead doors. Leon lunged after her, but he was a second too slow. A thick, heavy plume of pink vapor erupted from the broken tank, hitting him like a physical wall. He inhaled—just one sharp breath—and felt his lungs burn with a cold, metallic fire.
He stumbled through the doors, collapsing onto the tile outside as the locks hissed shut.
"Don't... breathe..." he wheezed, his face turning a sickly, iridescent shade of crimson.
Ada was over him in a second, her hands steady as she hauled him up. "Too late for that. Come on, we need to get out of here before your lungs decide to melt."
[Location: Classified DSO Safe House, Outskirts; Time: 17:00]
The safe house was a cramped, miserable hole in the wall, but it had a bed and a lock. That was all Leon cared about. He barely had the strength to strip off his vest before he tumbled onto the mattress. "Extraction at 04:00." he managed to grunt, his eyes already fluttering shut.
Ada watched him for a long moment, noting the way his skin seemed to shimmer in the low light, before sliding onto the bed beside him. She let him pull her close, his heat radiating through her clothes like a furnace.
They drifted into a heavy, drug-like sleep.
[Time: 19:00]
It was short-lived. Leon’s body suddenly went rigid. He let out a choked, guttural sound that tore Ada from her sleep. She scrambled back as he began to writhe, his back arching so violently the frame of the bed groaned.
"Leon? Leon!"
He didn't hear her. He was gasping, his hands clawing at his chest. Then, his jaw unhinged in a silent scream – a thick, glowing blob of pink light forced its way out of his mouth, hitting the floor with a heavy, wet thud. Then another. Then a third.
Ada watched, her breath hitching, as the masses began to lose their glow and take on solid, terrifying shapes.
The first one to stand up was wearing a Raccoon City uniform, his face clean-shaven and etched with pure, unadulterated terror. He looked at his hands, then at Ada, his bottom lip trembling (The Rookie).
The second one rolled to his feet with practiced grace, adjusting his holster. He looked around the room, a smirk already forming on his face despite the chaos. "Well, this is a new one," he remarked, running a hand through his hair (The Agent).
The third rose slowly, like a mountain. He was broader, his hair shot through with silver, and his eyes were cold and sharp. He didn't speak; he just took in the room's exits in a single, tactical sweep. (The Veteran).
On the bed, her Leon sat up, wiping a trail of pink residue from his lip. He stared at the three men standing in the middle of the room, then at Ada.
"Ada? W-what happened?" the Rookie whispered, backing into a corner.
"Damn, you’re me?" the Agent asked, looking at his older self with a raised eyebrow. Shamelessly checking him out.
The Veteran just sighed, a deep, rumbling sound. "The virus. It's a localized temporal fracture. We're all here." He turned his head to Leon, “What the hell, man. I thought we left the cloning shit in China?”
“Hey! I needed to breathe, old man. How should I know?”
Ada sat back against the headboard, a slow, predatory grin spreading across her face. She looked at the four versions of the same man. "You know, Leon," she purred, her eyes traveling over every single one of them. "I usually complain when you’re being difficult. But I think, for tonight, I can make an exception for the company."
"Ada," Leon warned, his voice cracking slightly. "Don't. I know that look. Put the mental gears in neutral. Right now."
Ada didn't even look at him. She was too busy tracing the line of the Veteran’s jaw with her eyes. The oldest Leon was leaning against the doorframe, his massive frame making the exit look like a toy. He looked back at her with a heavy-lidded, knowing intensity that the younger versions hadn't mastered yet.
Ada’s tongue flicked out to catch her bottom lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh as she saw the ring on his finger. The oldest winked at her as he felt her staring.
Leon’s eyes followed her gaze. He actually did it. Damn.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Leon," she purred. "I’m just... assessing our advantages. He looks very... capable."
"Advantages?" Leon barked, throwing his hands up. "He’s me! We are all the same person! You’re eyeing him like he’s a five-course meal at the DSO gala!"
"Technically," the Agent chimed in, leaning over the back of the sofa, “He is. But leaning towards more like... aged whiskey. A bit rough on the throat, don't you think, Ada?" He reached out, his gloved fingers grazing the hem of her red dress, “You always looked beautiful in red.”
"Hands off my wife, kid," the Veteran rumbled, his voice like grinding stones. He stepped forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He didn't look at the Agent; he looked straight at Leon on the bed. "And you. Stop whining. You’re embarrassing us in front of her."
The Rookie was vibrating in the corner, his face a bright, neon pink that rivaled the virus cloud. The other three paused, “WIFE? SINCE WHEN? HOW—“, chaos ensued.
"Oh shut it, the three of you," the eldest snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m too old for this.”
Leon turned back to Ada, who was now fully leaning back against the headboard, her legs crossing slowly.
"Ada, stop it," Leon groaned, though he could feel the Chronos-C pulse in his blood, reacting to her proximity. "You're overstimulating the timeline. We need to focus on a cure, not... whatever 'teamwork' you're currently plotting."
Ada’s eyes drifted from the Veteran’s broad shoulders to the Agent’s smirk to the Rookie’s look of pure adoration and finally landing on her Leon. Her eyes filled with mischief.
"Oh, Leon," she whispered, her voice echoing in the small room. "The cure can wait until morning. Right now, I have four world-class bodyguards, and only one bed. It would be a tragedy to let all this... potential go to waste."
She beckoned with a single, gloved finger, "Who wants to start?"
The Agent was about to raise his hand when the Rookie asked again, "Wife?" He still couldn’t believe it. He stared at the Veteran’s hand, "You’re telling me I—we—eventually stopped the chasing and actually... legally..."
"It was a quiet ceremony," the Veteran grunted, crossing his massive arms. He looked at Ada, a smile tugging at his mouth. "She wore blue. I wore a suit that she insisted on."
Leon looked like he wanted to phase through the floorboards. "I haven't even proposed yet! You're ruining the timeline! You're ruining the surprise!"
"The surprise was ruined the moment you inhaled pink smoke, kid," the Veteran countered. “As for the proposal, you waited too long to take out the velvet box in your pocket for MONTHS that she went on her way to flick you a platinum band in the middle of a battlefield.”
Ada, meanwhile, was the picture of calm. She reached out, her fingers catching the Veteran’s hand, turning it over to inspect the band. The metal was cool against her skin, a physical weight that promised a future she usually ran from.
"Blue?" she murmured, her eyes dark with a sudden, intense heat. "I'll have to remember that."
She looked back at the group. The Rookie was still staring at her like she was a goddess made of glass. The Agent was vibrating with a need to prove he was just as good as the "Husband" version. And her Leon was caught between panic and a deep, virus-fueled desire that was quickly winning the battle.
"Well," Ada said, her voice dropping into that dangerous, velvety purr. "Since the secret is out... I think it’s only fair that the rest of you see what you’re working toward."
She shifted on the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight as she moved toward the edge.
"Rookie," she beckoned, her eyes flickering to the youngest first. "You look like you’re about to faint. Why don't you come here and tell me about Raccoon City? I’ve forgotten how... innocent you used to be."
The Agent bristled immediately. "Hey! I’ve got better stories. And better hair."
"Wait your turn, Agent," Ada teased, her gaze shifting to the Veteran, "And as for the 'Husband'... I’d like to see if you’re as patient as you look."
He smirked, “Let the youngsters have their turn first, sweetheart. I can wait.”
The atmosphere in the safe house shifted from chaotic to instructional, which was somehow even more surreal to Leon. He sat on the edge of the mattress, buried his face in his hands, and tried to block out the sight of his older, more rugged self coaching his 21-year-old self on how to handle the woman of their dreams.
"He’s trembling," the Veteran noted, his voice a low, steady rumble. He placed a heavy hand on the Rookie’s shoulder, not to push him, but to ground him. "Ease up, kid. She’s not going to bite. Well... not unless you ask nicely."
The Rookie looked up at the Veteran, his eyes wide and searching for some kind of logic in this madness. "I just... I’ve never... she’s so..."
"She’s Ada," the Veteran interrupted firmly. "And you’re Leon Kennedy. Start acting like it."
With a gentle but firm nudge, the Veteran guided the Rookie toward the edge of the bed where Ada sat waiting. The Agent leaned against the wall, arms crossed, looking distinctly annoyed that he had to wait in line, but even he didn't dare argue with the Veteran's seniority.
Ada watched the youngest approach, her eyes softening into something almost maternal before sharpening back into that predatory hunger. She reached out, her gloved hand catching the Rookie by his tactical vest and pulling him into the space between her knees.
"You're so tense," she whispered, her breath ghosting over his ear. "I remember this version of you. So focused on the 'mission.' So dedicated to the rules."
"I-I’m still on duty, Ma'am—I mean, Ada," the Rookie stammered, his hands hovering awkwardly near her waist, unsure if he was allowed to touch the red silk.
From behind him, the Veteran leaned in, his shadow looming over both of them. He reached out, taking the Rookie’s hands and physically placing them on Ada's hips.
"The mission has changed, son," the Veteran murmured into the Rookie's other ear, his voice a gritty contrast to Ada's silk. "Look at her. She’s been waiting for us for a long time."
The Rookie’s fingers finally curled into the fabric of her dress. The contact sent a visible jolt through him, a spark of the Chronos-C heat finally igniting his younger blood.
Ada let out a low, hummed approval, her fingers tangling in the Rookie’s perfectly groomed blonde hair. "Listen to him, Leon. He knows what he's talking about. He’s had decades of practice."
Leon let out a muffled groan from the corner. "I am literally right here. I can hear everything. This is a nightmare."
"Shut up," the Agent and the Veteran said in perfect, synchronized harmony without even looking back at him.
The Veteran leaned back, satisfied for the moment, but kept his hand on the Rookie's back, acting as the tactical director for a scene he had lived in his memories a thousand times.
"Now," Ada whispered, pulling the Rookie’s face inches from hers. "Show me that Raccoon City spirit everyone talks about."
The Rookie stood between Ada’s knees, his breathing shallow and rapid. To him, the world was still ending in the rain-slicked streets of Raccoon City. But as the Veteran’s heavy, scarred hands guided his own to Ada’s hips, "Deep breaths," the Veteran rumbled behind him, his voice a steady anchor. "Focus. You’ve been thinking about doing this since the moment she caressed your thigh back there. Stop overthinking it and just be him."
Ada watched the Rookie’s internal struggle with a look of pure, concentrated affection. She reached up, her fingers tracing the sharp line of his youthful jaw. "Don't tell me you've lost your nerve, Leon," she purred. "I seem to recall you being much bolder when there was a giant alligator chasing us."
That was the spark. His fingers tightened on her hips, bunching the red fabric of her dress.
He leaned in, his movements hesitant but filled with a raw, earnest desperation. When his lips finally met hers, it wasn't the practiced, smooth kiss of the Agent or the weary, deep passion of the Veteran. It was soft and so incredibly sweet that Ada actually let out a tiny, genuine hitch of breath.
"Oh," she whispered against his mouth, her eyes fluttering shut. "I'd forgotten..."
"He's a quick learner," the Veteran remarked, his voice devoid of jealousy—only a strange, paternal pride. He kept his hand on the Rookie's shoulder, feeling the younger man’s heart racing like a hummingbird.
The Rookie pulled back just an inch, his face flushed a deep, handsome red. "You... you're really beautiful, Ada. I didn't think... I didn't think someone like you was real."
It was so adorable it was almost painful.
The Agent groaned from the wall, checking his fingernails. "Is he going to ask her to go to prom next? Come on, kid, pick up the pace. We have a limited window before the extraction team gets here."
"Ignore him," the Veteran commanded. He leaned down, "She likes the earnestness, but she loves the control. Take the lead, son. Shift your weight. Show her you aren't just a boy in a uniform."
Under the Veteran’s tutelage, the Rookie’s confidence began to shift. He moved closer, pressing his chest against hers, his hands sliding from her hips to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. The innocence was still there, but it was being rapidly consumed by the heat of the virus and the Veteran’s whispered instructions.
"There you go," the Veteran murmured, a ghost of a smirk on his face. "Now you’re getting it."
Ada’s hands traveled up the Rookie’s back, feeling the firm, unscarred muscles of his youth. She looked over his shoulder at the Veteran, her eyes gleaming with a challenge. "You're a very good teacher, Leon. Maybe too good."
"I just know what we like," the Veteran replied simply.
Leon watched from the bed, his head spinning. He could feel the Rookie's nerves and the Veteran's calm through some phantom limb connection, and it was driving him insane.
"I'm going to need so much therapy after this," Leon muttered, though he couldn't take his eyes off Ada's blissful expression.
The Rookie, emboldened by the Veteran's presence and Ada's response, grew braver. He nipped at her lower lip, a move that was definitely not in the R.P.D. handbook.
"Better," the Veteran whispered. "Now, give the Agent a reason to be jealous."
The Rookie didn't need to be told twice. He buried his face in the crook of Ada's neck, inhaling the scent of her perfume and the faint metallic tang of the facility they’d just escaped.
"I'm not letting you go this time," the Rookie breathed against her skin, his voice cracking with a new, fierce determination. "I don't care if you’re a spy. I'm staying right here."
Ada leaned her head back, letting out a soft, melodic laugh that echoed through the small safe house. "Oh really now?" She looked up at the Veteran, who was still standing over them like a silent guardian. "I forgot how dramatic you were."
"Only when it involves you," the Veteran said, his gaze softening as he looked at the woman who, in his time, was safely waiting for him back home. "He's just getting started."
The Veteran didn't need to bark orders, his younger selves moved with a synchronized fluidity. Leon and the Agent worked the sides, their hands moving with the practiced efficiency of men who had spent years unholstering weapons and navigating tight spots. Ada’s red dress puddled on the floor like a spill of wine.
One by one, tactical vests were unbuckled, holsters were discarded, and boots hit the floor with heavy, rhythmic thuds.
When Ada finally settled back against the pillows of the worn bed, she looked like a goddess of war at rest. Leon took his place at her left, his hand immediately finding hers, his fingers interlocking with a familiar, grounding pressure. On her right, the Agent leaned over her. But it was the view at the foot of the bed that truly stole the air from the room.
The Rookie was kneeling between her legs, his hands trembling as they rested on the edge of the mattress. He was the only one who hadn't stripped fully yet—his R.P.D. shirt was unbuttoned, hanging off his shoulders, revealing the lean, unscarred torso of a man who hadn't yet been blown up, shot, or infected a dozen times over. His cute belly, despite his toned stomach, made Ada want to squish him right there and then.
His eyes were wide, his pupils blown so large they nearly swallowed the blue of his irises. He looked at Ada and the sheer, raw reality of her nakedness hit him like a physical blow to the solar plexus. In his timeline, she was a mystery in a trench coat, a silhouette in the rain. Now, she was flesh and blood, curves and heat, and she was his.
"Hey," the Veteran rumbled, his voice a deep vibration against the Rookie’s spine. He was kneeling right behind the younger man, his massive, scarred chest pressing against the Rookie's back, acting as a literal brace. "Breathe, rookie. Don't check out on us now."
"I... I think I'm dying," the Rookie wheezed, his face turning a shade of red that looked painful. "She's... she's perfect. I didn't think... I didn't know." Ada let out a soft, low purr, her legs parting just enough to frame the Rookie’s trembling form.
"Is the policeman scared of a little skin?" she teased, her eyes dancing with a cruel, beautiful kindness.
"He's not scared," the Agent chimed in from her right, his hand tracing the curve of her hip. "He's just overwhelmed. It's a lot to take in at twenty-one, isn't it, kid? Seeing the finish line before you've even started the race."
The Veteran didn't let the Rookie spiral. He reached around, his large, hands covering the Rookie’s smaller ones, forcing them to move forward until they made contact with Ada’s soft skin.
"Touch her," the Veteran commanded, his voice a gritty rasp in the Rookie's ear. "Stop looking at her like a statue and start treating her like your woman. This is what we fight for. This is why we survived Raccoon City. For this."
The moment the Rookie’s palms met the warmth of her thighs, a visible shudder ran through him. The Chronos-C in his blood surged, the pink iridescence shimmering under his skin.
"There he is," Ada whispered, her back arching slightly as she felt the heat of four identical desires converging on her.
Leon leaned over, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, his voice a low moan. "I told you this was going to be a problem, Ada. You've got the whole history of my obsession in one room."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way," she replied, her hands reaching out. One for the Agent's hair, the other for the Leon’s cheek, while her eyes remained locked on the Rookie, who was finally, desperately, leaning forward to reclaim her lips.
"God, we’re a mess," the Veteran muttered.
Ada reached up, her fingers tangling in the Rookie’s damp, blonde hair, and pulled him down with a strength that brooked no argument. When their lips met this time, the hesitation was gone. The Rookie met her with a raw, desperate hunger, his mouth opening against hers as he tried to swallow the very air she breathed.
As he leaned over her, his hands finally found their courage. He reached out, his palms cupping the weight of her breasts with a reverence that quickly turned into a frantic, clumsy need.
“Holy shit,” the Rookie whimpered into her mouth, his voice breaking with a mix of shock and pure, unadulterated worship. “You’re so soft, Ma’am... I—I didn't think... God, Ada.”
Ada let out a low, vibration of a laugh against his lips, her body arching toward him. “I told you to stop calling me that, Leon,” she breathed, though the title clearly did something to her pulse.
To her sides, Leon and the Agent had found the hollows behind her ears, their tongues and lips working in a synchronized assault on her most sensitive spots. Every time the Agent nipped at her lobe, Leonfollowed with a slow, soothing lick that sent fresh jolts of electricity down her spine.
“Talk to me, rookie,” Ada urged, her voice strained as she looked up into the Rookie’s wide, blown-out eyes. “Tell me what you feel. Don’t hold back.”
The Rookie was hyper-focused now, his senses dialed to an impossible frequency. “I feel like... like I’m finally awake,” he gasped, his thumbs brushing over her skin. “You’re so warm... you taste like... like everything I ever wanted.”
The Agent pulled back from her neck for a second, a wicked, knowing smirk on his face as he watched his younger self struggle for air. He leaned closer to the Rookie’s ear, his voice a playful but sharp command.
“Don't just hold them, Rookie. Roll her nipples. Trust me, she loves it when you’re a little more... assertive.”
The Rookie’s eyes flickered to the Agent, then down to Ada. With a shaky, indrawn breath, he obeyed. He caught the dark peaks between his fingers, rolling them with a sudden, firm pressure that was surprisingly confident for a boy who had been a virgin to her touch minutes ago.
Ada’s head snapped back against the pillow, a sharp, broken moan escaping her throat. “Fuck, yes,” she gasped, her fingers digging into the Rookie’s shoulders, her nails leaving small, red crescents in his unscarred skin.
Behind the Rookie, the Veteran remained the steady, silent anchor, his eyes dark and heavy as he watched the scene play out. “Listen to her,” the Veteran rumbled, his voice a deep vibration that the Rookie felt in his own chest. “Hear that sound? You did that. Keep going. She’s all yours tonight.”
With a low, desperate sound, the Rookie leaned forward, his mouth finding the curve of her breast and latched on with an earnest, primal hunger that caught Ada off guard. His tongue flicked the peak of her nipple—a sharp, rhythmic friction—before he drew her deep into his mouth, sucking with a rhythmic, needy intensity.
"M-Mommy..." he whimpered against her skin, the word muffled and thick with a sudden, regression-fueled devotion.
The Agent let out a sharp, jagged laugh from her right side, his eyes dark with a mix of amusement and rising jealousy. "Look at him. Kid’s got no shame. But I can't say I blame him."
Unable to watch the "show" for another second without joining in, the Agent shifted his weight, nudging the Rookie’s shoulder with his own. "Share the wealth, rookie. There's plenty to go around."
He moved in, his mouth claiming the other breast with the practiced, devouring confidence of a man who knew exactly how to make a woman gasp. He caught her nipple between his teeth, a gentle, teasing pressure that sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.
Ada arched her back into the mattress, her fingers tangling in two different shades of blonde hair—one soft and youthful, the other textured and thick. A breathy, triumphant laugh escaped her lips as she looked down at the two "Leons" competing for her.
"It doesn't matter the year, does it?" she teased, her voice a fractured velvet purr. "In every timeline, you're all just boys who want to be babied by me. So much for the big, brave heroes,” the two Leons chuckled, still continuing their onslaught to her now sensitive nipples.
Leon reached out, his hand cupping her jaw and turning her head toward him and placed a deep, bruising kiss. “Don’t forget I’m still the one you’re currently with, Ada.” He sucked on her lips, her tongue slipping inside his mouth. “Never, baby.”
The Veteran’s hand reached down, navigating the space between the Rookie’s thighs until he found the slick, heated center of her and began to trace small, agonizingly soft circles over her clit with his thumb.
“Shit, Leon,” she moaned out, feeling the callous of his thumb gliding over the smoothness of her clit.
The Veteran watched her face, seeing the exact moment her pupils blew out and her breath hitched in a jagged rhythm. He knew her body better than anyone in the room; knew the exact pressure and speed she needed before she broke.
"You like to talk, Ada," the Veteran rumbled, his voice a gravelly vibration that she felt more than heard. "But your body tells a much better story. And right now, it’s telling me you’re about to lose your mind."
Leon held himself, his length hard and twitching with the virus’s aggressive pulse. He pressed it against her cheek, the heat of him searing. "Open up, my love. You wanted the full tour, right? Take it."
Ada’s jaw went slack, her breath hitching as she tasted him, kissing the tip first before licking him from the base then worked her way up. “Ada, please…”, he whimpered before she finally took him in her mouth, her moans muffled by his thickness. She was drowning in him, but there was no reprieve elsewhere.
Below her, the two younger Leons were still locked in a frantic, competitive rhythm at her breasts. The Rookie was completely gone, his blue eyes glazed as he sucked on her left nipple, his tongue lashing the peak with a frantic, need. "Please, Mommy... more... give me more," he whimpered between wet, slurping sounds. He was marking her, burying his face in the soft pale curve of her chest, leaving a trail of dark, blooming hickeys that claimed her skin with a boy’s desperate possessiveness.
The Agent wasn't about to be outdone. He had his teeth sank lightly into her other nipple, tugging just hard enough to make her hips buck. "Kid’s right for once," he muttered, his breath hot and smelling of mint and adrenaline. "You taste better than I remember. I'm going to cover every inch of this in my marks. No one’s going to doubt who you belong to."
"Y-yes... ah! Leon, please—" Ada choked out, her head lolling back as the Rookie's suction intensified. "You're... you're making me so sensitive... you little menaces..."
"You love it," the Agent countered, his tongue swirling around the areola before he latched back on, his suction so strong it felt like he was trying to draw her soul through her skin.
But the real destruction was coming from below.
The Veteran had moved, his massive, rugged frame shifting between her legs and hooked her thighs over his broad shoulders, opening her up completely to the dim light of the safe house. He looked at the slick, swollen proof of her arousal before he leaned in.
The first lap of his tongue was broad and heavy, a stroke that knew exactly where the most nerves were buried.
"Oh! Oh god, Leon!" Ada screamed, her fingers digging so deep into her Leon’s thighs.
"Sshh, sweetheart. It’s alright," the Veteran rumbled, placing a kiss on her thigh. He buried his face in her heat, his tongue working with a terrifying, rhythmic precision. He was devouring her, his stubble grazing her sensitive inner thighs, his nose buried in her folds as he drank her in.
"Look at her," the Veteran muttered, pulling back for a second to let her catch her breath, though he kept his thumb firmly on her clit, vibrating against the nub. "She’s dripping for all of us. You see this, Rookie? This is what she sounds like when she’s truly broken. Forget the mission. This is the only thing that matters."
"I see it," the Rookie wheezed, his mouth never leaving her breast as he looked down at the Veteran’s work. "I want to be inside her. I want to feel all of it."
"Soon," the Veteran promised, before diving back in, his tongue flicking over her clit in a fast, buzzing motion that sent Ada into a violent, shaking fit of pleasure.
"Leon! I’m going to—"
"Go ahead, darling," Leon whispered, his hand tangling in her hair to keep her mouth on him even as she climaxed. "Come for us. It’ll not be the only one you’re going to experience tonight. You wanted 'teamwork,' Ada. You're getting every single year of it."
“Ah!”, she shook, her thighs spasming against the Veteran’s shoulders, he didn't give her a second to recover. He pulled back just enough to look at the soaking, glistening mess he’d made of her.
"Come here, rookie," the Veteran reached out, grabbing the back of the youngest Leon’s neck and forcing him down. "Don't let a drop go to waste. This is her gift to you. Lick it off. Taste what you do to her."
The Rookie didn't hesitate. He leaned down, his eyes wide and glazed, and pressed his tongue against her slick, swollen folds. He let out a high, pathetic whimper—a sound of pure, unadulterated obsession—as he tasted the salt and the honey of her.
"Oh god... she tastes... she tastes like heaven," the Rookie choked out, his tongue darting out to lap at her with a frantic, messy greed. "Ada... you're so wet... I can't stop. I don't ever want to stop."
Ada’s head lolled back, her eyes fluttering as she felt the youngest version of her lover devouring her. "That’s it, Leon," she gasped, her voice a broken, filthy whisper. "Good boy. Eat it all up. Show me how much you want your Mommy."
While the Rookie lost his mind between her legs, the logistics above her shifted with tactical precision. Leon pulled back, giving the Agent the space he’d been dying for.
"My turn to be the favorite," the Agent smirked. He didn't waste time, hovering his hips over her face, his balls heavy and warm as they brushed against her lips. "Come on, Ada. You were so good in Spain, but I know you’ve picked up some new tricks since then. Show me."
Ada didn't need to be told twice. She reached up, her hand wrapping firmly around the Agent's length, jerking him with a slow, agonizing rhythm while she took him into her mouth, licking his balls before sucking one into her mouth.
“S-shit, baby…”, he moaned out. “That’s it…”
She released his balls with a wet pop and began swirling her tongue around the base, drawing his heat in, her eyes looking up at him with a predatory, hooded gaze that made the Agent’s knees go weak.
"Fuck," the Agent hissed, his head snapping back as his eyes rolled into his skull. He gripped the headboard so hard the wood groaned. "You... you didn't do that back then. Where did you learn to use your throat like that? It’s too much... you’re going to make me blow before the old man even gets a turn."
To the sides, Leon and the Veteran acted like a pair of bored, satisfied kings. They each claimed a breast, their fingers lazily twisting and flicking her nipples, which were already dark and bruised from the previous onslaught.
"You're doing great, kid," the Veteran muttered, watching the Rookie’s head bob between Ada’s thighs. "Use your teeth. Just a little. Make her jump."
The Rookie obeyed instantly, a low growl vibrating in his throat as he nipped at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before diving back into the heat. "I love this," he whimpered, his voice thick with lust. "I love how you smell, Ada. I want to live down here. I want to be the only one who gets to taste you like this."
"You're such a little liar, Leon," Ada moaned, her voice muffled by the Agent’s weight. She pulled away for a split second, a string of saliva connecting her to him, just to look down at the Rookie. "You’re going to be a very dangerous man when you grow up. But for now... just keep eating. Suck it like you’re starving. Be a good boy to Mommy."
The Agent let out a choked sound of pure bliss as her hand sped up, his hips bucking helplessly against her face. "God, she’s a pro," he gasped to the other Leons. "How do we ever let her walk away after this?"
"We don't," the Veteran replied, his thumb pressing hard against her nipple, his eyes fixed on the future they all shared. "We just wait for her to come back."
"What happens if I do this?" the Rookie whispered, his voice a frantic, desperate thread of sound. He didn't wait for an answer. Emboldened by the Veteran’s hand on his neck, he drove his tongue deep inside her, exploring the slick, tight heat of her before dragging it down, tracing the sensitive seam toward her asshole with a slow, curious lick.
Ada’s entire body spasmed, a jagged, high-pitched scream tearing from her throat. Her back arched so violently that only the weight of the Leons on either side kept her from flying off the bed. "Leon! Ah! You little... you're going to break me!"
"He's finding the sweet spots, sweetheart," the Veteran smirked. He leaned over, watching the Rookie’s tongue work with a clinical, lustful intensity. "Keep going, kid. Flick it right there. See how her hips shake? That’s how you know you own her."
The Rookie whimpered into her skin, his mouth widening as he tried to take in more of her. "She’s so soft... she's so tight. I want to put everything inside her. I want to see how far I can go."
Above the chaos of her lower half, the Agent was losing his goddamn mind. He was no longer the cocky hotshot who had backflipped through laser grids; he was a whimpering, shattered mess, his fingers buried in the mattress as he fought for his life. Ada was devouring him, her throat working with a rhythmic, ruthless efficiency that made his vision go white.
"F-fuck... Ada, stop... no, don't stop," the Agent choked out, his voice cracking. He looked down at her, seeing her eyes locked on his, hooded and mocking even as she took him deep. "God, you’re... you’re so much better at this now. You're trying to kill me, aren't you? You're trying to drain me dry before I even get a chance to move."
He let out a pathetic, needy moan as she swirled her tongue around the head, his hips bucking helplessly into her mouth. "Mommy... please... you're sucking it too hard... I'm gonna—"
Leon pressed a biting kiss to the Ada’s neck, his own hand working his length in a frantic rhythm. "Let her work. You wanted to see what the future looked like, didn't you? This is it. She’s a professional now."
Ada pulled back for a fraction of a second, her lips glistening and swollen, a playful, wicked smirk on her face. "What was that, Agent? I couldn't hear you over all that whimpering. I thought you were the one who was supposed to be in control."
She didn't give him time to answer, diving back down, her hand speeding up as she jerked him toward the edge.
Between her legs, the Rookie was becoming obsessed with the new territory he’d discovered. He was tasting her everywhere, his tongue darting from her pussy to her asshole and back again, his breath hot and frantic. "You're so dirty, Ada... I love it. I love how much you want us. I want to fill you up until you can’t walk."
"Good," the Veteran whispered, his hand sliding down to help the Rookie open her even wider. "Tell her exactly what you're going to do to her. Break that R.P.D. conditioning once and for all."
The room was a sensory blackout, the only thing real being the friction of skin and the rhythmic, wet sounds of four men worshipping one woman. With the Rookie fully occupied, his face buried between her thighs as he alternated his focus between her pussy and the tight, sensitive heat of her asshole, a new vacancy opened up.
Leon didn't hesitate. He slid down the mattress, his body slick with sweat, and lowered his head, his tongue sharp and precise as it began to flick her clit with a punishing, relentless rhythm.
"You've been holding out for a while, haven't you, Ada?" he murmured against her soaked skin, his breath hot. "Let’s see how much more of this you can take before you start screaming again."
Ada’s response was a fractured, high-pitched wail that died in her throat as she tried to maintain her hold on the Agent. She was being pulled apart. Between her legs, the Rookie was a whimpering wreck, his tongue darting in and out of her, tasting the musk and the salt of her deepest secrets.
"She's so tight... Ada, you're squeezing my tongue," the Rookie choked out, his voice thick with a lust he hadn't known existed three hours ago. "I want to be inside you so bad. I want to feel you shaking around me."
Beside her, the Veteran moved up the bed, his massive frame taking up the space next to her head. One of his hands was wrapped around his own thick length, stroking himself with a slow, heavy deliberation that matched the pulsing of the Chronos-C in the air.
With his other hand, he reached over and cupped her breast, lifting it like an offering and began to lazily suckle her nipple, his mouth warm and demanding.
"Look at them, sweetheart," the Veteran rumbled urged her to take a peek. "Your little pack of Kennedys. The boy’s lost in the taste of you, the hotshot’s fighting to keep his pride while you drain him, and your boyfriend is trying to lick you into a coma."
He swirled his tongue around her areola, his eyes fixed on hers. "And me? I’m just enjoying the fact that I’m the one who gets to keep you in the end. But for now... I think we should see how loud you can get."
Ada was a moaning, shattered mess. Her back was arched off the bed, her mouth working on the Agent with a feverish intensity. Every time the Rookie flicked his tongue toward her asshole, her toes curled; every time Leon snapped his tongue against her clit, her hips bucked; and every time the Veteran drew her nipple into his mouth, she felt a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity.
"Leon... please..." she sobbed out, the name applying to everyone and no one all at once. "I can't... it's too much... you're all too much!"
"Not even close," the Agent gasped, his hips slamming forward into her mouth. "We're just getting to the best part."
As Leon’s tongue snapped against her clit one more time, Ada’s resistance finally snapped. Her body went rigid, a ragged, broken scream tearing from her throat as she hit a massive, drenching orgasm. She squirted, the hot spray soaking the Rookie’s face and the Veteran’s hand, her internal muscles pulsing in a violent, rhythmic squeeze that almost brought the Agent to his knees. “W-wow, I didn’t know you could do that, Ma’am– Ada,” the Rookie was already in a daze.
"There she goes," the Veteran wiped the precum off his tip with his thumb and rubbed it to her other nipple, then looked down at the Rookie, who was staring at the glistening mess between her legs with a look of pure, unadulterated worship.
"Alright, kid," the Veteran commanded, "You’ve tasted her. You’ve marked her. Now, it’s time to take her. Don't be gentle. She’s built for this, trust me."
The Rookie didn't need to be told twice. He was vibrating, his skin shimmering with a pinkish hue as he shifted, his knees digging into the mattress. He was hard—painfully so.
"Ada... I'm coming in," the Rookie whispered, his voice cracking with a mix of terror and triumph.
He didn't glide in; he pushed, his hands gripping her thighs so hard his knuckles turned white. As he breached her, the tight, soaking heat of her hit him like a physical wall. He let out a sharp, high-pitched gasp, his eyes rolling back.
"F-fuck! You're so tight... oh god, it's so hot," he whimpered, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he slowly drove himself to the hilt. He felt every inch of her stretching to accommodate him, the sensation so intense it felt like he was being swallowed whole.
"Take it all, Leon," Ada moaned, her voice a shattered, breathless wreck. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into his back. "Show me... show me how a hero does it."
From the sides, the older Leons moved. The Agent leaned down, his mouth returning to her breast to muffle her screams with his tongue, while Leon spread Ada’s legs wide.
"Don't just stand there, son," the Veteran muttered, his hand coming down to the small of the Rookie's back, physically guiding his hips. "Start moving. Find her rhythm.”
The Rookie began to move, his thrusts frantic and uncoordinated at first, driven by the raw, animalistic need to claim her. "I love how you feel, Ada… so, so good," he sobbed out, his pace picking up as he found his footing.
"God, he's so earnest," the Agent hissed, his eyes hooded as he watched the youngest version of himself take her. "It’s making me want to finish right now just watching him."
"Wait for it," the Veteran warned, his eyes fixed on Ada’s face as she began to climb the peak again, her moans turning into a continuous, desperate wail. "We're all going to fill her up. One by one."
The Rookie was now hammering away, his movements desperate and unrefined, making the bed frame scream against the floorboards. The Veteran kept a steadying hand on the kid’s lower back, ensuring every thrust buried him deep into Ada’s soaking heat.
The Agent leaned over them both, his face inches from Ada’s. His eyes were dark, a smirk playing on his lips even as he stayed focused on her mouth and her jerk-off rhythm.
"Hey, Ada," the Agent rasped, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous register she knew all too well. "You remember? Months after Spain. That rainy night in the safe house in Prague? Before you disappeared again?"
Ada’s head thrashed against the pillow, her eyes flickering open, hazy with lust and the Rookie’s relentless pace. "Leon... not now... ah!"
"I remember," the Agent continued, his thumb tracing her swollen lower lip. "You tried to act like it was just business. Like you were just 'checking in.' But the second I touched you, you were just like this. A shivering, soaking mess. You remember how hard I fucked you against that desk? How you begged me to stop because you’re getting late, but you kept wrapping your legs around my waist?"
Ada let out a broken, high-pitched moan, her body arching as the memory collided with the present. "I remember... you were... you were so much more aggressive then. You wouldn't let me leave."
"Because I knew you’d run the second you got what you wanted," the Agent hissed, his hips twitching as her hand sped up on his length. "I had to make sure you’d be thinking about it for the next six months. Tell me, Mommy... did it work? Was it as good as this kid’s doing right now?"
"He's... he's different," Ada choked out, her fingers digging into the Rookie's shoulders. "He’s so... needy... but you... you were trying to break me. Hitting my g-spot over and over."
"And I succeeded," the Agent smirked, leaning down to nip at her earlobe. "Just like I'm going to do in about five minutes when it’s my turn to take over."
The Rookie let out a pained, ecstatic whimper at the mention of the Agent's turn, his pace becoming even more frantic, his climax hovering right on the edge. "I’m not... I’m not letting her go," he gasped, his sweat dripping onto her chest. "I don't care about Prague. I’m here now."
"That’s the spirit, son, keep that fire. She’s going to need it for what’s coming next."
Leon’s hand reached out from the side, diving into the slick, frantic space where their bodies met. He found her clit, swollen and hypersensitive, and began a brutal, rhythmic friction with his thumb. "Don't stop, rookie," he commanded his younger self, his voice a low, encouraging growl. "Place her legs on your shoulders and drive deep, kid. Really feel her."
The Rookie obeyed with a desperate, animalistic grunt, hauling her heels up until her thighs were pinned against her chest, exposing her completely. He hammered into her, his thrusts reaching depths that made Ada’s vision fracture into white light.
Beside them, the Veteran leaned in, his large, weathered hands claiming her breasts once more. He didn't just touch them; he caught her nipples between his calloused fingers and flicked them with a sharp, punishing rhythm that sent jagged bolts of electricity straight to her core.
"That's it, sweetheart," the Veteran rumbled, watching her face contort. "Take all of him. Every bit of that rookie desperation."
Ada was past the point of speech. Her head thrashed against the mattress, her fingers clawing at the sheets as the triple-threat of the Rookie’s length, the Veteran’s thumb, and the Veteran’s touch pushed her over the edge. "Leon! LEON!" she wailed, her internal muscles clamping down on the Rookie with a crushing, rhythmic force.
The Rookie’s eyes rolled back, his face a mask of pure, agonizing ecstasy. He felt her walls pulsing around him, milking him, pulling the heat from his very marrow.
“Ada... M-mommy!” the Rookie sobbed, his voice cracking with a boy’s worship and a man’s hunger. “I’m cumming! Please... please let me cum in you, Mommy! I need to fill you up! Please!”
“Do it, kid,” the Agent hissed from above her, his own hand jerking faster as he watched the Rookie’s hips lock. “Claim her. Mark her from the inside out.”
“Yes... yes, Leon!” Ada screamed, her legs locking around the Rookie’s shoulders, pulling him even deeper into the vortex of her orgasm. “Give it to me! Fill me up!”
With a final, guttural cry that sounded like a prayer, the Rookie slammed his hips home and stayed there, his entire body convulsing as he unloaded his first, massive climax deep inside her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, weeping with the sheer, overwhelming intensity of it, while Ada shuddered beneath him, her body drenching him in the aftermath of her own release.
The Veteran kept flicking her nipples, a cruel, beautiful reminder that they weren't done. “Good job, son,” he whispered, his eyes dark and fixed on the mess they’d made. “Now get out of the way. The Agent’s been waiting long enough.”
The Rookie was still gasping, slumped over Ada’s trembling frame with his forehead pressed into her shoulder, when the Agent’s hand clamped onto his arm.
"Time's up, rookie. Move it," the Agent rasped. There was a jagged, competitive edge to his voice now, the cocky smirk replaced by a raw, hungry intensity. He’d spent the last twenty minutes watching his younger self claim the prize, and the "hero of Spain" was done playing spectator.
Before Ada could even draw a full breath, the Agent pulled her up. He caught her face in his hands, his thumbs dragging across her swollen lips, and crushed his mouth against hers.
He broke the kiss with a sharp nip to her lip and gently but firmly flipped her over. Ada collapsed onto her hands and knees, her back arching as her hair spilled across the sheets. She was a glistening, marked mess of red hickeys and Rookie-fluid, her hips still twitching from the aftershocks.
"My turn to remind you why you never really stayed away from me," the Agent hissed.
Behind her, the Veteran moved with a calm, guiding hand. He grabbed the Rookie—who was still half-dazed and leaking—and forced him to kneel on the mattress directly in front of Ada’s face. "Stay focused, kid," the Veteran rumbled. "She’s not done with you yet." He guided the Rookie’s twitching length toward Ada’s mouth. "Take him, Ada. Keep the cycle going."
Ada’s eyes were hooded as she looked up at the Rookie’s flushed face, her tongue swiping out to catch a stray drop before she leaned forward to take the boy back into her throat.
As she did, the Agent didn't wait. He knelt behind her, his eyes raking over the view of her open and ready for him. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist, and drove himself home in one smooth, brutal thrust.
"Fuck, Ada!" the Agent groaned, his head snapping back as he felt her internal muscles—slick and still hot from the Rookie’s release—clamp down on him. He gripped her ass cheeks tight. "You’re so much tighter from this side. Do you remember this? Do you remember how I used to hold you down when you tried to run?"
He began to hammer into her with a relentless, driving pace, his chest slapping against her back with every strike. He was faster than the Rookie, his movements honed by years of surviving on adrenaline. He knew exactly how to angle his hips to hit the spots that made her scream into the Rookie’s lap.
Underneath the chaos, Leon had slid onto his back on the mattress, positioning himself directly under her dangling chest. He reached up, his large palms cupping her breasts as the Agent’s rhythm rocked her forward and back. He caught her dark, distended nipples in his mouth, suckling them from below with a rhythmic, pulling suction that synchronized with the Agent’s thrusts.
"That's it, honey," her Leon muttered against her skin, his voice muffled by her weight. "Take the Agent’s heat while I keep you grounded. You're doing so good for us."
Ada was a bridge of flesh between three versions of the same man, her mouth occupied by the boy’s innocence, her breasts claimed by the veteran’s devotion, and her body being ruthlessly hammered by the Agent’s fire.
"Look at her, kid," the Agent growled, his hands sliding up from her waist to her hair, pulling her head back just enough so he could see the Rookie’s glazed eyes. "This is our future. This is the only thing that's real in this goddamn world."
He sped up, his thrusts becoming shallow and frantic, his teeth bared in a snarl of pure, animalistic pleasure. "Tell me, Ada.Tell me I'm better. Tell me you want me to never stop.”
Ada could only respond with a broken, guttural sound, her fingers clawing at the Rookie’s thighs as she tried to survive the sensory blitz of the Agent’s relentless, punishing pace.
The Agent leaned down, his mouth right against the shell of her ear, his voice a jagged rasp, "You’re shaking, Ada. Is the mercenary finally hitting her limit? Or do you just love having me claim what the kid left behind?"
Ada let out a fractured, wet laugh, her face pressed into the Rookie’s thighs as she pulled back from his length for a second to breathe. "You... you always were so competitive, Leon. Even with yourself. It’s pathetic... and it’s making me come again."
"Good," the Agent hissed, his fingers digging into her hips until he left white marks. "I want you to feel every bit of this. I want you to remember this feeling every time you try to slip away into the shadows.”
He gave one final, violent surge, his body locking up as he unloaded a hot, heavy stream deep inside her. He let out a low, guttural growl, burying his face in the crook of her neck as his heart hammered against her spine.
As the tension broke, the two of them collapsed onto the mattress in a tangled, slick heap. The Agent didn't pull out immediately; he stayed heavy on top of her, his breathing ragged, savoring the way her body pulsed around him.
Ada let out a weak, breathless chuckle, her cheek pressed against the sheets. "Two more to go..." she whispered, her voice a shredded velvet. "You Kennedys... you’re going to be the death of me."
"Rest, sweetheart," Leon murmured, his voice full of a weary, deep-seated tenderness. He reached out and pulled her toward him, tucking her against his side. She went willingly, her body molding into his familiar heat, seeking a moment of sanctuary in the middle of the storm.
But the Veteran wasn't interested in a full ceasefire. He knelt at the foot of the bed, his large, scarred hands reaching out to pull her hips back toward the edge just enough. He didn't rush. He watched the mixture of the Rookie’s and the Agent’s fluids seep out of her, glistening in the dim light of the safe house.
"Don't mind me," the Veteran dipped his fingers into the warm, slick mess on her thighs, using it to coat his hand before he pressed his thumb against the tight, puckered entrance of her asshole.
Ada let out a sharp, surprised hitch of breath, her fingers tightening on Leon’s arm.
"Take your time to recover, my love," the Veteran whispered, his eyes dark and fixed on his work. He began to work his thumb in a slow, agonizingly patient circle, gradually stretching her out, the friction making a wet, squelching sound that echoed in the quiet room. "We’ll wait. I’ve spent years waiting for you, Ada. A few more minutes of prep is nothing."
He added a second finger, slowly widening the opening, his movements clinical yet filled with a terrifying, seasoned lust. "I want you ready for us. I want you open. Just relax and let the boys keep you warm. I’ll make sure everything is... accommodated."
Ada buried her face in her Leon’s chest, her muffled moans turning into a rhythmic, steady hum as the Veteran’s patient, relentless stretching began to turn her fatigue back into a low, throbbing fire.
Ada pulled back from her Leon’s chest. She looked at the man who had been her partner in this long, exhausting dance for years, and a wicked, broken smile touched her lips. "I'm ready, Leon," she whispered, her voice a shredded thread of silk. "Stop being so gentle. It doesn't suit you."
Leon didn't need a second invitation. He sat up, his muscles rippling under the sweat-slicked skin as he hauled her into his arms. He carried her to the center of the room, her legs instinctively locking around his waist, her arms draping over his broad shoulders as she braced herself for the impact.
Behind them, the Rookie and the Agent sat on the edge of the bed, their breathing synchronized. They were stroking themselves with a slow, hypnotic rhythm, their eyes glued to the silhouette of the woman they loved being moved.
"Look at her," the Rookie whispered, his voice thick with a new, dark curiosity. "She looks like she was made to be held like that."
The Agent let out a low, jagged chuckle, his thumb swiping over the head of his length. "She was, kid. And she’s about to find out just how much she can take."
Leon didn't bother with a slow entry. He adjusted his grip on her thighs and drove himself into her front with a single, deep surge that made Ada’s head snap back, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip to stifle a scream.
"Fuck, Ada," he groaned, his forehead pressing against hers. "You're so full of them... but there's still room for me."
But the real weight came from behind. The Veteran stepped forward, his massive frame looming like a mountain of scarred muscle. He didn't use his hands to guide himself; he simply pressed his thick, weathered length against the entrance he had been so patiently prepping. With a slow, relentless drive, he forced his way into her asshole, the intrusion so large and absolute that Ada’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.
"Oh my god..." the Rookie breathed, his hand pausing on his shaft. "She’s taking both of them. She’s taking them so well. How is she even breathing?"
"Experience, rookie," the Agent remarked, his voice a strained rasp as he watched the Veteran’s hips meet the back of Ada’s. "She’s a professional in handling us. A dirty, beautiful professional."
Ada was pinned between the present and the future. Leon hammered into her front with a weary, desperate passion, his thrusts meeting the Veteran’s rhythmic, heavy-duty drives from behind. The sensation of being filled from both ends—of being stretched to her absolute physical limit by two versions of the same man—sent her into a state of sensory overload.
"Look at me, Ada," the Veteran reached around her waist, his hands meeting Leon’s on her hips, the two men working in a terrifying, synchronized tandem. "You’re being filled. Every inch of you is ours."
"Leon... please..." Ada sobbed, her fingers digging into her Leon’s back until she drew blood. "It's... it's too much... I’m going to split... ah!"
"You're not going to split," her Leon countered, his mouth finding hers for a bruising, messy kiss. "You're going to take every bit of it. Tell us, Ada. Tell us how it feels to have the man you love finally catch up to you from both sides."
"It feels... like I'm finally... home," she wailed, her body convulsing as the dual friction of their lengths sent her into a jagged, violent climax.
"She's drenching us," the Veteran noted, his voice devoid of any calm now, his pace picking up until the sound of their bodies colliding was like a rhythmic drumbeat in the small room. "She's so wet for this. She wants to be filled."
The Rookie and the Agent were vibrating on the bed, their own climaxes hovering on a knife's edge. They watched as the two older men turned Ada into a moaning, shattered wreck, her legs shaking around Leon's waist, her head lolling as she was driven back and forth in a brutal, beautiful pincer movement.
"I can't wait anymore," the Rookie whimpered, his hips jerking as he watched the Veteran’s balls slap against the back of Ada’s thighs.
"Neither can I," the Agent hissed, his grip tightening. "But look at her face, kid. That’s the face of a woman who finally realized she’s never going to be alone again."
"Hold it, you two," the Veteran ordered, his eyes never leaving Ada's. "Don't you dare waste it yet. We're switching."
Leon felt the shift in the room's energy. He slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled out of her soaking front, his hands lingering on her hips to keep her steady as the Veteran withdrew with a long, wet slide from behind. The sudden void made Ada gasp, her body slumped against Leon’s chest.
Gently, with a reverence that only decades of longing could produce, Leon handed her over to the eldest. The Veteran caught her with practiced ease, turning her in his arms until she was facing him. He lifted her, his massive hands supporting her weight as she wrapped her shaking legs around his waist once more.
"There she is," the Veteran whispered, his voice cracking with a vulnerability that shocked the younger versions of himself. He brushed a damp strand of hair from her face, his thumb tracing the line of her cheekbone as if she were made of glass. "There she is... my beautiful wife."
Ada’s eyes welled with tears, the weight of that word…wife…hitting her harder than any physical sensation. "Leon..."
He carried her towards the bed, "You are the most incredible woman I have ever known," the Veteran continued, his gaze devouring her. He didn't move yet; he just held her, worshipping her with his eyes. "Every scar I have, every nightmare I've endured... it was all worth it because it led to you. You’re my home, Ada. You're the only thing in this hellish world that’s ever been real."
Leon lied down as the Veteran placed Ada on top of him. She gasped as she felt Leon reclaiming the space the Veteran had vacated, his own length sliding back into her ass with a soft, needy moan. The Veteran drove into her then, not with the brutal force of before, but with a deep, slow, and soul-crushing intimacy.
The dual sensation was no longer a pincer move; it was an embrace. “Leon, I’m so close…s-shit!”, she whimpered. “More, honey.”
They did as told. The younger Leons stood on both of her sides, jerking themselves off, their hands squeezing her breasts.
"Now," the Veteran commanded the room, his voice a low vibration. "All of us. Together."
The climax hit them like a tidal wave—a singular, collective explosion of five lives converging into one moment. Ada’s scream was a broken song of love as she felt the heat of Leon’s present and the Veteran’s future filling her simultaneously, while the younger two released their own burdens against her skin. When the world finally stopped spinning, the silence in the room was deafening.
The Veteran pulled out slowly, his hands still trembling as he held her. He looked over at the Rookie and the Agent, who were dazed and slick with the aftermath. "Go," the Veteran rumbled, his authority returning but softened by the moment. "Find a basin. Some warm water and a cloth. She needs to be taken care of."
The younger two scrambled to obey, the Rookie looking back one last time with wide, adoring eyes before disappearing into the small bathroom.
As the Veteran sat on the edge of the mattress, he took her hand, pressing his lips to her palm. "I love you so much, Ada. More than there are words in any language." Leon adjusted his grip behind her, his chest a warm wall against her back. He began to kiss the nape of her neck, his breath ghosting over the hickeys the Rookie and the Agent had left. "I can't wait," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't wait until I get to call you my wife. Until I become the man who deserves to stand at your side forever."
She reached out to the Veteran, placing a tender kiss on her soon-to-be husband’s lips and caressing his cheeks.
The younger two returned with the basin in hand, the Agent took the lead. This was the version of him who fought and argued with her the most, who had spent years chasing her through burning cities and shadow-drenched castles, his heart hardened by betrayal and the cold reality. Yet, as he dipped the cloth into the water, his movements were impossibly light.
He worked with a surgical, meticulous focus, wiping away the sweat and the evidence of their shared heat. When he reached the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, Ada let out a sharp, involuntary hiss, her body tensing.
"Easy, sweetheart," the Agent murmured, his voice losing every trace of its cynical edge. He blew softly on the skin to cool it, his eyes soft as he looked up at her. "I’ve spent half my life trying to catch you just to see if you were real. Now that you’re here... I’m not going to let anything hurt you. Not even me."
He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against hers for a fleeting second. "You’re the only reason I ever made it out of the dark, Ada. You were the only light I had."
The words were the sweetest thing she had ever heard from this version of him. His eyes brimmed with tears from the suppressed emotions he felt since Spain. A sob caught in her throat as she reached out, her fingers trembling as she cradled his face. She pulled him toward her, showering his face with soft, lingering kisses—his cheeks, his eyelids, and finally a long, pressing kiss to his forehead.
"Leon... my handsome boy," she whispered, her voice breaking.
Beside her, the Rookie flinched as he saw the marks he had left on her chest. He reached out to help the Agent, but his hand shook. "I'm so sorry, Ada," he whispered, his blue eyes shimmering with a boy’s guilt. "I didn't mean to... I just got so lost in you. I made you so sensitive."
Ada turned her gaze to him, and her heart felt like it was being squeezed. This was the boy from the parking garage. The one who had seen her for her. The one she had lied to, manipulated, and left for dead in a crumbling city.
"Come here," she commanded softly.
The Rookie leaned in, and she pulled him into her arms, tucking his head under her chin. She held the youngest version of him with a fierce, protective devotion, her lips ghosting over his hair. "Don't apologize, Leon. Never for that. I’m the one who should be sorry. For Raccoon City... for every time I turned my back on that beautiful, honest heart of yours."
She showered him with kisses—quick, desperate ones—as if she could make up for a decade of secrets in a single afternoon.
The Veteran and Leon watched the scene, their expressions unreadable but full of a deep, resonant peace. They were the men who had lived through the guilt and the longing, and seeing the circle close brought a finality to their own scars.
Ada looked around the room, taking them all in—the boy, the agent, the present, and the husband. She felt the weight of their collective lives, all of them anchored to her, and for the first time, the burden felt light.
"I love you," she said, her voice clear and steady, vibrating through the safe house. "I love every version of you. The boy who trusted me, the man who fought me, and the husband who finally kept me. I love you all."
She let out a long, shaky breath, sinking back into the pillows and the warmth of their presence, finally safe in the middle of the only men she had ever truly belonged to.
[Time: 00:00]
The iridescent glow of the Chronos-C within the room began to stutter, the pink light pulsing in an irregular, dying rhythm. As the digital clock on their watches flipped to 00:00, the air grew thin and cold, the heavy musk of their shared passion replaced by the sterile scent of ozone and fading energy.
The Rookie was the first to change. As he sat at Ada’s side, his hand still holding the damp cloth, his physical form began to fracture into shimmering pixels. He looked down at his trembling fingers, panic flaring in his youthful eyes.
"Ada? I... I don't want to go back," he whispered, his voice echoing as if from the bottom of a well. He reached for her one last time, but his hand passed through her shoulder like a ghost’s. "Don't forget me. Please."
Ada lunged forward, her fingers grasping at the air where his warmth had been, but he dissolved into a cloud of light that vanished before it hit the floor.
"Leon!" she cried out, her heart hammering against her ribs.
The Agent stood up, his movements jagged and distorted. He looked at her with a bittersweet smirk, that cocky, defiant Leon S. Kennedy look that had haunted her dreams for years. He tried to pull her into one last kiss, but his face flickered, revealing the static of the timeline underneath.
"The mission's over, Ada," the Agent rasped, his image blurring until he was nothing more than a silhouette. "But like I told you in Prague... we’ll see each other again. Always."
With a soft pop of displaced air, he too was gone, leaving only the lingering scent of his cologne and the memory of his touch on her skin.
Beside her, the Veteran—the man who had called her his wife—didn't panic. He remained seated on the edge of the bed, his hand still firmly entwined with hers. He looked older than he had moments ago, his form the last to fray at the edges.
"The loop is closing, my love," the Veteran rumbled, his voice steady despite the way his chest was beginning to turn transparent. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers, a final, grounding anchor. "Don't mourn the ghosts. They're all still inside him. Every version of us that loved you... it’s all waiting for you in the real world."
"Stay," she begged, her eyes stinging. "Just a little longer."
"I'll be waiting at the end of the road," the Veteran promised. He gave her hand one final, crushing squeeze before his physical weight simply... evaporated.
The room plunged into silence.
Across from her, Leon remained. He sat there, his chest heaving as he stared at the empty spaces where his other selves had been. He looked down at his hands, then at Ada, his blue eyes filled with a raw, agonizing clarity. The virus had retreated, leaving him exhausted and entirely human.
He reached out, his hand solid and warm as it touched her knee, "It's just us now, Ada," he whispered, his voice cracking with the weight of everything they had just witnessed.
The silence of the room was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against them now that the chorus of voices had vanished. The bed felt cavernous without the bodies that had just occupied it, the only remaining heat radiating from where her Leon’s hand rested on her skin.
Ada didn't move for a long time. She stared at the spot where the Veteran had been sitting, the word wife still echoing in the quiet air like a ghost. Her heart was a frantic, confused thing, caught between the grief of the departure and the overwhelming reality of what she had just experienced.
"Did you feel it?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Everything they said... everything they felt... it was all you."
Leon shifted, moving closer until his shoulder brushed hers. He looked drained, the blue of his eyes shadowed by a depth of emotion that seemed too large for one man to carry. He didn't look away from her.
"I felt it," he admitted, his voice rough. "It’s like... I’ve been carrying those versions of myself around like heavy luggage for years, and for a few hours, they finally got to speak. The kid’s hope, the Agent’s frustrations... and the man I’m supposed to become."
He reached up, his fingers trembling slightly as he traced the hickeys on her collarbone—the marks left by the boys who didn't know how to handle their own heart.
"He called you his wife, Ada," Leon said, his gaze dropping to his own hands. "I saw the way he looked at you. It wasn't just lust. It was... peace. I’ve spent so long wondering if there was ever a version of this story where we don't end up bleeding out in some godforsaken bio-zone. He was the proof."
Ada reached out, cupping his jaw and forcing him to look at her. She saw the Rookie’s innocence in the curve of his mouth and the Agent’s fire in the set of his brow. She realized then that she didn't need the anomaly to have them all.
"You don't have to wait to be that man, Leon," she murmured, pulling him into the space where her heart was still thudding. "You’re already him. You’re all of them."
Leon let out a jagged breath, a sound that was half-laugh and half-sob. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his arms wrapping around her with a strength that was no longer frantic, but grounded. He held her as if she were the only solid thing in a world made of shifting timelines and flickering shadows.
"I’m not letting you disappear tonight," he muttered against her skin. "I don't care about the DSO or whatever shadow organization is waiting for your report."
"I'm not going anywhere," Ada promised, her fingers tangling in his hair.
“Until our extraction teams arrives?”
“Until our extraction teams arrives.”
They laid back together on the rumpled sheets. Leon pulled the blanket over them, tucking her head under his chin. They shared a kiss one last time, whispering how much they loved each other in between kisses.
Ada dozed off first, exhausted. He gave her a gentle squeeze before he fell asleep listening to her breathing.
His dream tonight was not that of zombies, loss of comrades, or betrayal, but with the distant, golden promise of a wedding he had finally seen with his own eyes.