Let Go

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Resident Evil or any of the characters used, and am not profiting from this piece of fan fiction.

My first story up here, so constructive criticism welcomed with open arms as I am still trying to learn. If you don't like the pairings or situation, please don't read or send me a review saying that you did. At least offer me hints on what to do right next time.

M/M/M, Saddler/Mendez/Salazar (Why does it feel like I've signed my own death warrant here?) Anal, S&M, Yaoi.

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When he woke, it was dark. The sheets on his bed were pulled over all three of them, probably by the one who had had time to cool down after their orgasm. Shifting slightly he felt the bodies on either side, both with their arms wrapped around him, rise and fall with the steady breathing of sleep. He tried an experimental shiver and grinned when the arms tightened their hold. Above his head the two embracing him were lain facing each other, lips centimeters apart. Bite-marks ran across both of their shoulders and necks. They were so gentle with him, yet so rough with each other.

Salazar wriggled backwards into a warm chest while the one in front seemed to taunt him with its masculinity. A clawed hand from behind lazily reached down to scrape over his buttock and then settled on his hip. The sense of security and safety was indescribable, and for a brief moment he felt almost god-like. He heard a satisfied sigh and warm air rushed over his neck, making him tremble.

Remembering the actions of earlier, Salazar recalled the way they both took him; slowly and thoroughly with kisses and whispered endearments, emptying themselves deep inside his shuddering body. He thought back to the building ecstasy, the warmth and weight of one or the other on top of him and the feelings they inspired.

He had watched as they rocked together on the bed, no gentleness between them. Nothing was careful or co-ordinated and even their moans were savage. They bit at each other, drawing blood and lusty gasps in equal amounts. Lord Saddler was, of course, on top, pushing into Mendez with enough force to make the sturdy bed creak. Determined to do his part, Salazar had reached between their bodies to grasp Mendez's erection. Rewarded with a passionate exclamation he moved his hand slowly up and down until a bellow from the man signaled the beginning of his climax. He withdrew his hand as Saddler pulled Mendez against him, delivering a final bite to the tall man's neck. Salazar embraced Mendez from behind, feeling the power of the orgasm surge through him.

He was brought back to the present as Saddler's hand moved downwards. It was pretty clear that his memories were being watched along with him, although he ceased to care when a jeweled finger slid up and down his length, making him squirm in Saddler's arms. Closing his eyes, he muttered under his breath.

“Can't you go for a few hours without sex?”

Saddler chuckled and wrapped his hand around Salazar's cock, gently moving his fingers.

“Are you not enjoying this, Ramon?”

The fingers moved faster.

“What about now?”

Salazar hissed through his teeth, fighting the urge to mewl with pleasure. He held his hips still even as the cold rings on Saddler's fingers brushed against his hot skin. The priest looked down at him in surprise and then laughed softly, still moving his hand. “Oh look, Bitores. He wants a challenge!” Salazar felt Mendez scoot down the bed until they were face to face. The hand suddenly stopped, leaving a cold wave that washed over Salazar's flesh and allowed him to breathe. Saddler's mouth brushed against his ear. “How long can you hold on for?” Salazar gritted his teeth.

“As long as I can.”

Saddler grinned and began to stroke the younger man's erection, waiting for his inevitable climax.

Salazar had never held back before, preferring instead to relax and let Saddler or Mendez give him a naturally-paced release, but this time he wanted to feel the intensity that they felt when they were prolonging orgasm. Judging by the volume of noise they made, it was intense indeed.

Saddler nodded to Mendez who started to lightly tease their lover's nipples with his tongue. He pressed himself closer to Salazar and joined in the assault on the shorter man's cock with his own hand, fingers brushing against Saddler's all too often.

Salazar gasped as those fingers slid over precum, lubricating the pleasuring digits. Saddler cupped him, squeezing gently as Mendez's hand slid between his legs and brushed against his entrance. Salazar stopped abusing his bottom lip and glared at Mendez.

“Bitores...that's not...fair...”

Mendez grunted in amusement and forced a finger inside the young man. Salazar bucked forwards as Saddler wrapped his hand around his erection at the same time. Unable to contain his pleasure, Salazar started to thrust, eyes rolling back and mouth opening in silent pants, incapable of holding a single thought. Voices fluttered through his head, commanding yet reasonable.

Remember the game we're playing, Ramon. You wanted to feel it, and you will. Just hold on... Not long now. We promise.

His head suddenly cleared and, though the pleasure still ran hot in his veins, he found himself staving off the climax that was creeping closer. Trying hard to focus, he shut his eyes and concentrated on the swirling colors behind his closed lids.

The ministrations of his lovers increased and he screwed up his eyes tightly, tears appearing at the corners. He made small noises in the back of his throat and reached out a hand to desperately clutch at the body in front of him. A few more seconds of this, and he wouldn't be able to hold on. He felt Saddler's lips against his ear once more, and that sinfully beautiful voice whispered just two words:

“Let go.”

A heartbeat later and his eyes and mouth snapped opened simultaneously, a frenzied cry wracking his vocal cords. The tears in his sightless eyes now spilled out as he shook with passion, falling onto the bed below him. He felt his release acutely, felt as it rushed out of his cock and was caught carefully by the man in front of him. He gave another cry as the climax swept though his body again and gave a last, violent thrust.

Both sets of arms withdrew after a few moments, leaving Salazar to sink panting into the bed. He covered his face with his hands, embarrassed that tears were still stubbornly trickling down his cheeks. Hands caressed his back and soothed his hot skin. He was pulled into another embrace, trembling against the cooler body. Glancing up, he saw Saddler looking at him with sympathy and lust. Sighing, Salazar reached down. Before he could touch him though, Saddler stopped his hand.

“That's enough excitement for one day. You go to sleep, Bitores and I can entertain ourselves.”

Salazar murmured in gratitude, watching through half-closed eyes as Saddler licked his come off Mendez's hand, and then lustily kissed him, sharing his flavor. He then closed his eyes completely, letting his body relax into the soft bed, grinning sleepily as passionate noises were issued from near him. He did hope that tomorrow would be just as interesting...