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[Serennedy] The Calm After the Storm

After saving the day and rescuing the girl, Leon and Luis take some time to celebrate. Rated Explicit | 8.5k words | ao3 link

"—And then he told me it probably wasn't my first time running from creeps," Ashley said, scrunching up her nose. "I think he meant it as a compliment?"

Luis threw his head back and laughed, high-pitched and grating like a hyena.

"Dios mío!" Luis said, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. "Really doesn't have a clue how to talk to women, our Leon."

"Yeah." Ashley’s lips pulled up in a half-smile. "I thought agents were supposed to be smooth."

"Hmm, probably used to only flexing the muscles and having every señorita throw themselves at him,” Luis said.

"Oh, my sorority sisters would have been all over that," Ashley said. "Luckily some of us señoritas prefer brains over brawn."

Luis visibly perked up at that. "Say…" He put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand, smiling sweetly. "Did I tell you that I have a doctoral degree?"

Ashley laughed and slapped Luis' forearm over the table. "Then you should be smart enough to know you're way too old for me."

"Ouch, bonita," Luis sighed dramatically and put a hand over his heart. "My manly pride, it is wounded. But I respect your decision."

"Thank you," Ashley said. "Now if you could teach 'no means no' to certain weirdo agents who keep trying acrobatics to peek up your skirt even after you told him you're not interested—"

"I was suplexing an enemy who tried to capture you!” Leon finally snapped from the other side of the room. “Because rather than run away from the danger, you ran towards him!"

Ashley crossed her arms with a huff. "You still looked while you were down there."

"Oh, for the love of—!" Leon grit his teeth and turned to keep watch out of the cabin’s window.

Out of the corner of his eye, Leon saw Luis lean over the table to stage-whisper to Ashley.

"I think he is angry that we are talking about him like he isn't here," Luis said.

“I think he’s angry that he’s got no game,” Ashley whispered back.

“He is angry that the two people he spent forty-eight hours straight protecting would rather talk shit than get the sleep they desperately need,” Leon grumbled.

“Ah, there is our Leon,” Luis said. “He is all…hmm. What is the opposite of kill them with kindness?”

“Protect them with…rudeness?” Ashley suggested.

Luis snapped his fingers. “Exactamente.”

Leon groaned and barely resisted the urge to bury his head in his hands.

“Anyway…” Ashley said, rising from her chair. “I really should get some rest. Early wake-up tomorrow, right?”

Leon nodded. “The chopper should be here at 0700.”

“And you’re sure you two will be alright down here?” Ashley asked as she walked to the stairs leading to the second floor of the cabin. “There’s just one bed…”

“Oh, I assure you—” Luis started smugly.

“We’ll sleep in shifts,” Leon interrupted. “Someone’s got to keep watch.”

“If you say so,” Ashley said. “Um…night, then.”

“Night.”

“Goodnight, mi princesa.”

Ashley smiled at them both before disappearing upstairs to the small bedroom Leon had cleared out for her earlier.

The cabin they'd chosen to spend the night in was far from luxurious, but it had shelter and beds and that was all they could ask for. Hunnigan had been elated to learn of the mission's success, but due to Mike's untimely demise, she’d regretfully informed them that another helicopter wouldn't be arriving until the morning.

Even if waiting wasn’t ideal, they could all be faring much worse. Leon was just happy that Ashley was smiling again. Even after the parasite and cult shit, she was okay; she wouldn’t end up scarred and broken like Leon after Raccoon City.

And it was all thanks to the man who cured them.

“So…” Luis walked up to stand behind Leon, a hand running over his shoulders. “Alone at last, eh?”

Leon's mouth twitched up into a smile that Luis couldn’t see. “Bold of you to assume I'd still let you touch me like that.”

“Seeing as you haven’t punched me yet, I will take my chances,” Luis said.

When Leon didn’t reply, Luis sighed and stepped around him to lean against the windowsill Leon’s chair was pulled up to.

“I am sensing that there's something you want to say,” Luis said.

“About what?” Leon said, gaze firmly on the window. “You lying to me? Developing bioweapons for an evil corporation as a living? Helping a madman with his quest for world domination? Or just working with Ada behind my back this entire time?”

“Well, yes, but—”

Leon finally met Luis’ eyes with an icy glare. “How about the fact that you handed over your research and a world-ending parasite to the highest bidder again?”

Luis winced and averted his eyes. “Yes. That.”

Only a few hours ago, Luis had told Leon not only the truth about who he really was and what he had done, both at Umbrella and for Los Illuminados. After the close call with Krauser in the mines, he'd then spilled the rest of the story about Ada and his involvement with the mysterious Organization.

Anger had gripped Leon at first, lashing out because that betrayal stung more than any of Luis' shady past. Luis claimed to want to change, yet he'd been prepared to sell his knowledge to someone possibly even worse than Saddler and Umbrella combined.

Leon was so tired of being double-crossed; so tired of realizing that every time he thought he'd found something, it proved to be nothing but them using him—

In retrospect, he hadn't really been yelling at just Luis.

But now, late at night inside a rickety cabin in a pocket of peace and quiet… Leon was so very tired, and he didn’t have the energy to be angry. After everything they'd been through together, Leon couldn’t bring himself to hate Luis.

Luis had fought back-to-back with Leon for days. He'd helped save Ashley and had put his own neck on the line to get them the suppressants before accompanying him to the lab full of monsters to treat them. And after Saddler’s defeat, when Ada had run off with the amber and yelled at Luis to get in the helicopter to complete her end of the bargain, Luis had instead opted to stay to make sure Leon and Ashley made it out from the crumbling island.

“I'm not angry,” Leon said.

Luis’ head snapped back up. “What?”

“I'm still annoyed that you lied to me,” Leon said. “But I'm not mad that you made mistakes when you thought you had no other choice. We all do.”

“But….but—” Luis floundered, seeming genuinely confused.

Leon wasn't blind to the guilt that sometimes shone through Luis’ flirty smiles and easy banter. He’d seen all the times Luis' face twisted in sympathy when Ashley coughed up more blood, before he hurried to the girl's side and offered a handkerchief. He’d also noticed how Luis had seemed the most relieved of them all after he treated Leon and Ashley and killed the parasites inside of them.

There was no denying that Luis had made horrific mistakes in his life. Yet, ever since Leon met him, he'd done nothing but try to help. Whether Luis kept information or not—realistically, there were probably still things he wasn't telling them—it was obvious he'd come to care for both of them, and Leon owed Luis both his and Ashley's lives.

Luis had almost died for him more times than Leon wanted to remember. And Leon was so, so glad that he didn't.

“I trust you. You've gotten us this far,” Leon said. When Luis still frowned, he continued, “We're good, Luis.”

“We…are?” Luis was starting to smile again, some of his usual cockiness returning. “And here I thought I would have to atone for my sins in some other, creative ways.”

The suggestive smirk made Leon snort even as heat stirred between his legs. Their previous encounters had been so colossally stupid—you were chained to another prisoner and your first reaction was to frot against him, what the fuck, Kennedy—yet he couldn’t bring himself to regret those, either.

“Maybe not the time for that kind of thing,” Leon said.

“On the contrary, amigo, I think this is the perfect time,” Luis said. “We even have a bed!”

Luis gestured across the room to where the sad, narrow bed with yellowing sheets was situated.

“Yeah, that belongs to one of the corpses lying outside,” Leon huffed, looking back out of the window. Once they’d gotten back from the island, it was like the whole village had dropped dead with the dominant plaga gone. "Not exactly setting the mood."

“Oh, do not look at the corpses,” Luis said, drawing the curtains closed. “The souls of those poor bastards are grateful to be free from the Plaga's influence. This is cause for celebration!”

Leon stared impassively and opened the curtain back up. “I'll celebrate once we're back on US soil,” he said.

Luis sighed and sidled up behind Leon to practically drape himself over Leon’s back.

“Mi príncipe, you are so tense,” Luis said, massaging the meat of his shoulder. “There is nothing out there that will hurt us anymore. "We won, Sancho.”

Logically, Leon knew he was right: Saddler, Salazar and Krauser were all dead and this was a time to relax. But with the cadavers littering the streets and an ancient parasite still sprawling underground, Leon wasn't able to let his guard down just yet.

Luis leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of Leon's ear as he murmured, "Let me help you relax, hm?"

Leon sighed and grabbed Luis' chin before turning to face him. And for the first time since they'd met, he really looked at the man who had charmed himself into Leon’s pants.

Luis' now-unruly hair fell slightly into his face and gave him an even more disheveled look than usual. His eyes were tired and had dark circles around them, yet the corners crinkled when he smiled. Luis' tanned skin was splotchy with dust, sweat and dirt, but he still preened under Leon's gaze—like he knew he was attractive, even with the days' worth of grime.

Luis bit his chapped lip and lowered his lashes in an obvious invitation, the faux-innocent smile turning into a meaningful smirk.

But Leon now saw everything that lay hidden under the familiar smugness. He saw the sad little boy who had watched his home go up in flames; the bright-eyed young scientist who had been desperate to prove himself; the man who had made too many mistakes to count and was now doing everything in his power to make up for them.

"No," Leon finally said.

The disappointment flashing in Luis' expressive eyes made his heart twinge. Luis made to pull away with some mumbled excuse but Leon cupped his cheek more firmly to keep him in place, earning a confused stare.

“You've already done so much,” Leon said. “Let me take care of you.”

Luis’ smile instantly returned and his face felt warm in Leon's hand. “I think the dozens of times you have saved me from certain death counts as taking care of me,” he said.

“I could say the same about you,” Leon shot back.

“Oh-ho, are we acknowledging that I am also a very capable fighter?” Luis teased. “In addition to being incredibly charming and amazing with a pistol, of course.”

Leon felt a smile forming. “Don't tell anyone,” he said, then brushed his thumb over Luis' cheek and lowered his voice. “Let me do this for you, okay?”

Luis’ gaze flitted over Leon’s face and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Finally, he grinned, seeming to have found whatever answer he was looking for.

“Well, if a beautiful man like you offers, who am I to say no?” Luis said.

Leon didn’t budge. “I'd still like a yes.”

“Mierda, you're really going to make me spell it out?“

Luis’ eye roll was the last thing Leon registered before he was grabbed by the straps of his chest holster and roughly pulled closer, until Luis’ face was hovering right in front of him.

“Take me to bed, querido,” Luis murmured, his lips brushing against Leon’s.

Leon didn’t need to be told twice.

His lips crashed against Luis’ as he surged up on his feet, making the other man moan and stumble backwards in surprise. Leon balanced both of them while firmly walking Luis across the room, not once breaking the rough kiss.

Once Luis’ legs hit the frame of the bed Leon shoved him down to sit on it. Luis went willingly but pulled Leon down with him, until Leon had a knee on the bed between Luis’ spread legs and Luis had to crane his neck to keep trading heated kisses.

Luis made enthusiastic sounds all throughout the kiss that got muffled by Leon’s mouth on his. However, when Leon’s mouth ventured lower to nibble on his neck, Luis groaned loudly.

Too loudly.

“We have to keep quiet,” Leon whispered, kissing Luis' stubbled jaw instead.

“I can be quiet,” Luis hissed. “It's you that I'm worried about.”

Leon pulled back just enough to give him a skeptical stare.

“Oh, fine,” Luis relented. “Gag me then, would you?”

“But…” Leon hesitated. “Can't you just…you know, hold back?”

“Oh, I see how it is,” Luis said with a smirk. “Admit it: you enjoy hearing me talk.”

Leon huffed out a quiet laugh. “Yeah. God help me, but I do.”

“Mm, I knew it—”

“Probably just a side effect from the Plaga, though,” Leon deadpanned.

Luis’ eyes widened and Leon immediately feared that was a step too far. Thankfully, Luis just bowed his head and wheezed with silent laughter.

“Seeing as it also apparently gave you a sense of humor, I am not complaining,” Luis said.

Leon chuckled and shook his head. “So, any lingering transmission of that thing…”

“No need to worry,” Luis said. “The treatment took care of it—it fried the whole parasite, and now you’ll only need a minor surgery to remove whatever is left of its disintegrated body. There’s no possibility of infection: even if you puked a liter of blood into an open wound of mine, nothing would happen.”

Leon raised an eyebrow at Luis going into science-mode again. “Yeah, you'd know, wouldn't you?” he said.

Rather than run along with the joke, Luis just smiled sadly. “Yes.”

Crap; Leon really should have known better than to push the subject. Despite them poking fun at the whole situation, the guilt still weighed heavily in Luis' every action, from the documents Leon had read in his lab during Ashley's treatment to the way he adamantly still blamed himself for Leon’s infection.

“Hey.” Leon pecked Luis’ lips, trying to kiss the worry from them. “You've already helped us so much. You've done enough.“

Luis swallowed and for a second looked like he wanted to argue.

In the end, he simply sighed and smiled sadly again. “If you say so,” Luis said.

So Leon cradled Luis’ head and kissed him again, more firmly this time, until Luis got the memo and returned the kiss with a soft moan.

“Now, you mentioned something about taking care of me?” Luis said, smiling when Leon pulled away. “Did that just mean petting my head and calling me a good boy, or were you actually planning to get on with it…?”

Luis lifted his hips and shamelessly rubbed the bulge between his legs against Leon’s thigh.

Leon huffed and pushed himself off the bed. “Just gimme a minute.”

After a careful glance upstairs to check that the bedroom door was closed and no sounds could be heard indicating that Ashley was awake, Leon quietly sneaked back down the creaky stairs.

Leon disarmed himself of his guns and holsters and placed them onto the dining table in a neat row, comforted by the fact that Luis’ Red9 lay on the bedside table within arm’s reach if they needed it.

When Leon made his way back to the bed, Luis had already made himself comfortable on it. He was sitting with his back against the headboard and his long legs sprawled out on the flimsy mattress, leaving very little room for Leon to join him.

So it was only natural for Leon to climb in and straddle him.

"Oh, yes," Luis grinned up at him, immediately palming Leon’s pectorals through his T-shirt. "Now this is what I'm talking about."

Leon slapped Luis’ wrist. "Hands to yourself unless I say otherwise."

"Aww." Luis actually pouted at that, sticking out his bottom lip in a ridiculous manner. "But I want to touch you, mi príncipe."

"You'll get to next time,'' Leon promised, not missing the way Luis perked up at the promise of a next time. "This time we do it my way."

Luis leaned back against the headboard and spread his hands with a lazy smile. “Then I'm all yours.”

Arousal curled low in Leon’s belly at the way Luis so easily gave into him. Suddenly feeling a lot less patient, Leon efficiently stripped Luis out of his ugly jacket and took great pleasure in blindly tossing it over his shoulder—hopefully somewhere far, far away.

“You really have a vendetta against my jacket, don’t you?” Luis said.

Leon smirked and moved to the buttons of Luis’ shirt. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He swiftly unbuttoned the once-white dress shirt and pushed it open to expose Luis’ torso.

Leon’s brain stuttered at the sight. Luis was all sun-kissed skin and lithe muscle, the dark hair on his chest tapering off into a thin line at his belly before disappearing beneath his pants.

Leon ran his hand over Luis’ chest and marveled at how different the dark curls felt from his own sparse body hair. His brain didn’t seem to know whether to be turned on or jealous: Leon had never even been able to grow a full beard and here Luis was, with his dark stubble and hairy chest and oozing effortless masculinity.

Luis raised an eyebrow while Leon kept petting his chest. “Having fun?”

“Just getting my payback from the shooting range,” Leon said, then pinched a dusky nipple.

“Ah,” Luis gasped, but his signature smirk quickly returned. “Unfortunately, not even a handsome man like myself can quite compare when it comes to your…gifted physique.”

“I think you look just fine,” Leon said.

“Oh?” Luis grinned. “Do tell me more.”

Leon rolled his eyes as he lowered his head to kiss at Luis’ collarbone. “Now you’re just fishing for compliments,” he murmured against the skin.

Luis chuckled and Leon used the time to kiss his way down Luis’ chest, stopping briefly to nuzzle into the thick hair and breathe in the musky scent.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Luis said, pure smugness in his voice. “If I knew it would make you react like this, I would have taken off my shirt a long time ago, Sancho.”

Rather than answer verbally, Leon licked over a nipple and then unceremoniously tugged at it with his teeth.

A surprised moan punched out of Luis. “Dios mío, Leon. Who knew you had such a mouth on you?”

You’re one to talk, Leon thought, flicking his tongue over the nub trapped between his teeth while rubbing his thumb over its neglected twin.

Luis’ head fell back against the headboard as he let out a low groan, his hands coming up to tangle in Leon’s hair. Leon probably shouldn’t have been surprised that it took him less than five minutes to forget the whole no-touching thing. Damn expressive Europeans.

Leon smiled to himself and hummed against Luis’ chest, earning a happy sigh as Luis arched into the touch. Taking the hint, Leon sucked at the nipple in earnest—

And then let out a startled moan as Luis, the little shit, bent his leg just enough to press it against Leon’s trapped erection.

“Careful, now.” Luis looked down at him with a smug grin, his shin still massaging Leon’s bulge. “Wouldn't want to wake the little princess with those moans.”

“Stop that,” Leon scolded, pinning Luis’ legs back onto the bed. “This is supposed to be about you.”

"What can I say? I’m a giver,” Luis said. At Leon’s impassive glare, he eventually sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. Do your worst.”

“As long as you keep quiet and behave,” Leon said pointedly.

Leon only saw a faux-innocent smile before he redirected his attention to the task at hand, making quick work of Luis’ jeans and tugging them down just enough to free his erection.

“Ah,” Luis gasped as Leon immediately wrapped his hand around the hard shaft. “There is that military efficiency I was expecting.”

“I’m sorry, did you need me to buy you dinner first?” Leon shot back.

Luis chuckled, then groaned as Leon went back to mouthing at his nipple while giving a firm tug on his dick.

Leon was fully prepared to lavish Luis’ chest and cock with attention until the man came apart underneath him. He kept biting and licking Luis’ nipples while working a hand over his erection, starting slow and then picking up the pace when Luis hardened even further in his hand and ring-covered fingers tightened in his hair.

Luis, miraculously, managed to keep his noises down to hitching moans and quiet whispers of endearment. The snarky comments had been replaced by sweet nothings murmured in Spanish, and at some point Leon should probably let Luis know that he actually knew the language fairly well.

But when Luis let out quiet sobs of pleasure and whispered, "Oh, darling, you're so sweet, you make me feel so good” in his native language, well, Leon might be a little selfish and want to keep hearing those things.

Luis’ body was already tensing up and Leon could tell he was getting close. On impulse, Leon licked over the scar on his chest, and—

“Leon,” Luis moaned desperately, his hips jumping up to thrust into Leon’s fist. “Leon, god, fuck me.”

Leon let out a surprised grunt of arousal and his hips thrust forward of their own accord.

“Yes, I have—I have vaseline,” Luis said, his pitch desperate. “I need you inside me, Leon, please.”

Leon could vividly imagine that: he could see Luis' naked legs spread wantonly, see himself slicking up his cock and sliding into the tight heat of Luis’ ass as Luis threw his head back and tried to muffle a sinful moan—

“No,” Leon said firmly. He thumbed the leaking slit of Luis' cock; it wouldn’t take much for him to come, and this was really not the place…

Luis let out an honest to god whimper at being denied. ”Joder, why not? I will be quick, I promise, no stretching needed!”

Leon's dick throbbed insistently at the image but he sighed and pushed himself up to hover at eye level with Luis.

“Because,” Leon said firmly. “This is risky enough as it is, but at least I can listen for anyone outside the cabin and be ready to fight in half a second.”

Luis blinked in confusion, the arousal clearly slowing down that genius brain. “Eh?”

“There's too much at stake to get caught with my pants down and miss an ambush,” Leon said. “We don't know what potential survivors are doing with the cult gone and when any looters might show up. The explosions from the island would have traveled hundreds of miles over the water, and I'm not risking yours or Ashley’s safety just to get my dick wet.”

Luis’ confusion slowly made way for a smile, and then he was leaning up to kiss Leon.

“Oh, you stupidly chivalrous Sancho,” Luis said, his voice fond. “And here I thought I had a martyr complex.”

“Yeah, well,” Leon said, then grabbed Luis’ slightly flagging dick. “I can still do this for you. But not that.”

“Mm,” Luis moaned when Leon gently stroked the overheated flesh. “I am not saying that I am opposed to that, but a suggestion, if I may?”

“Shoot.”

“Fuck me against the window,” Luis said, and Leon nearly choked on his own spit. “You have a good vantage point and a great view; a two for one deal.”

Leon swallowed. “Luis…”

“And you don't even have to undress!” Luis kept going. “You just have to unzip enough to get your…equipment out. I'm the one who is required to be ass-naked and, let me assure you, I fight no less well without pants. I might actually fight better, now that I think about it—those things are more for style than function.”

Something in Leon’s chest softened at Luis’ obvious consideration. This really wasn’t how he’d planned the night to go: straddling a half-naked Luis with said man’s half-hard dick in his hand while Luis rambled on about a potential compromise to Leon’s paranoia—just so Leon would fuck him.

“Okay,” Leon said.

The perplexed look on Luis’ face let him know it was just as surprising for both of them that Leon had agreed so easily.

Luis smiled hesitantly. “Yes?”

“Yeah,” Leon agreed. “But I’m not doing it against a fucking window when there’s a perfectly good bed here.”

Luis shrugged. “I really don’t mind. Maybe the looters will be too busy enjoying the show to attack us?”

Leon snorted. “All the more reason to stay in bed. And I…” He hesitated, suddenly unsure. “I want it to be good for you.”

The awkwardness definitely wasn’t made better by the way Luis’ whole face lit up in a gleeful smile.

“Oh, Prince Charming,” Luis cooed, sitting up enough to cradle Leon’s face in his hands. “I knew you were a romantic at heart.”

Leon averted his eyes and gave a one-shoulder shrug even as he felt heat bloom on his cheeks. So he was a little sentimental when it came to their first time going all the way: sue him.

“No, no, mi príncipe, don’t be embarrassed,” Luis said and leaned in for a brief kiss. “Just tell me how you want me, and I am yours.”

Leon glanced around the room and briefly channeled his tactical mindset. “I want us both to have a vantage point of both the door and the window, and I’m gonna get my TMP and a frag to put by your pistol where we can easily reach them.”

Luis smiled. “Spooning it is, then.”

“That works.” Leon gave him a small, grateful smile before getting out of bed. “I’ll be right back.”

Luis winked. “Trust me, I am not going anywhere.”

While retrieving his weapons, Leon took the opportunity to double-check the padlock they’d put on the door as well as take one last look out of the window.

He was relieved to see nothing out of the ordinary in the still-lifeless streets of the village. Leon might be paranoid, but it had served him well so far: never assume that you've won, or a rotting Del Lago might crawl up from the lake and swallow the whole cabin in one go. Still, it was nice that Luis was humoring him.

Speaking of Luis…

A particularly needy moan from the other side of the room tore Leon’s attention from the window. He turned to face the bed—

And whatever blood remained in his brain promptly rushed south.

Luis was already naked save for his dress shirt still hanging open by his sides. His legs were bent at the knees and spread obscenely, giving Leon a clear view of two of his fingers disappearing into the tight furl of his hole.

“You were taking too long,” Luis said breathlessly but still managed a smirk. “I started without you.”

And when it came to the choice of staring at the rotting corpses outside or joining a beautiful, naked man in bed, Leon was only human.

In record time, Leon crossed the room, placed his weapons on the nightstand and kneeled on the foot of the bed, getting a close-up view of Luis’ fingers sliding in to the knuckles.

Leon swallowed and hovered his hand between Luis’ legs. “Can I?” Leon asked.

Luis tossed him the small container of vaseline with his free hand. “By all means, querido."

Leon quickly slicked his fingers and hoped Luis couldn’t see how much they were trembling. When Luis pulled his own digits out, his hole winked, making Leon’s face flame hot.

“If you’re just going to watch…” Luis said.

Leon took a slightly trembling breath and grabbed Luis’ tanned thigh to steady them both. His other hand lowered between Luis’ legs to tease a slick finger around his hole.

Luis gasped, his rim twitching against Leon’s touch. “Leon…”

Leon pushed with two fingers and the muscle gave, his digits slipping into snug tightness. He heard a heady moan and couldn't tell which one of them made the sound.

Leon’s fingers easily slid knuckle-deep and he couldn’t resist pumping them in and out a few times. Luis was so warm and soft inside, and Leon hooked his fingers and blindly pressed along his walls, looking for—

“Come on,” Luis said, yanking on Leon’s wrist until his fingers slid out. “Enough teasing, I'm ready.”

“O-okay,” Leon said, voice cracking, then cleared his throat. “Okay.”

Luis smiled knowingly and Leon redirected his focus to unzipping his pants and shuffling into position beside Luis.

Leon turned on his side and pushed on Luis’ shoulder to make him do the same, then hooked an arm around Luis’ thigh to pull him closer across the bed.

"Oh," Luis breathed. "Have I told you how sexy it is that you can just manhandle me as you please? Because if I haven't, I'm telling you now."

Leon huffed and squeezed the meaty part of Luis' thigh, still holding his leg up. "Glad to hear it."

With his free hand, Leon slicked up his cock, then snaked his arm under Luis’ neck to pillow his head and shuffled closer until his chest pressed against the thin shirt covering Luis’ back. His hard cock was nestled against Luis’ crack and Leon lifted Luis’ leg to spread him, aligning his hips so his tip brushed against the slick hole, and…

And was suddenly hit by how intimate their position was. He could feel so much of Luis’ body, holding him like they were long-time lovers and not just two people fucking away post-battle jitters.

"Mm, hurry," Luis said.

Impatient as always, Luis grinded against Leon, his loosened rim catching on the head of Leon’s cock.

Leon entered him maybe a little more roughly than he’d meant to.

But Luis arched into him and groaned loud enough to echo through the whole cabin, and Leon barely remembered himself enough to slap a vaseline-covered hand over Luis’ mouth and glance at the stairs.

“Quiet,” Leon whispered. His voice was strained, his dick enveloped in clenching heat and begging for him to fuck into Luis again.

Luis nodded and Leon let his hand fall away, laying it on the pillow next to Luis’ mouth just in case.

“Mierda, you feel so good,” Luis said, his voice a quiet murmur.

Arousal licked down Leon’s spine and he dared to thrust a little deeper, making Luis’ breath hitch.

“Yes, just like that,” Luis said breathlessly. “More, Leon, please…”

Leon bit his lip to keep quiet as he slid all the way home, pushing his length into Luis until his fly was rubbing over the skin of Luis' ass.

“Fuck,” Luis panted. He trembled in Leon’s arms, his hole clenching around Leon's cock.

“Do you…” Leon grit out, fighting the building urge to move. “Can I…”

“For the love of god, fuck me already!” Luis hissed.

Leon huffed in relief and pulled almost fully out before thrusting back in. The slide in was smooth and he marveled at how easy this was, how well Luis opened up for him.

“Faster,” Luis commanded.

Leon would have laughed at the bossiness if he wasn’t too busy losing his mind over how good Luis felt. All too happy to obey, Leon picked up the pace, shallowly fucking into Luis’ pliant body.

“Fuck, cariño, yes,” Luis moaned, tightening even more around Leon’s length.

“Shit,” Leon grunted, lost in the hot wet squeeze around his cock. “You’re so tight.”

Luis let out a breathless laugh. “Don't sound so surprised, Sancho. Did you really think I went around spreading my legs for Saddler's goons? I do have standards, you know.”

Something possessive curled in Leon's chest at the thought of Luis with any of those monsters. His grip tightened on Luis' leg and he thrust in hard, punching a groan out of Luis that soothed some of the sudden jealousy.

“Dios mío, I knew you’d be amazing,” Luis murmured, choking on a groan when Leon did it again. “I wanted to hop on this American ride as soon as I saw you.”

Leon huffed and glanced at the stairs, having a silent debate with himself. When Luis moaned quietly, his eyes were instantly drawn back to the mess of a man in his arms, effectively making the decision for him.

Leon bent his leg and braced one foot on the mattress for leverage. "Then you'd better strap in," he warned.

Leon pulled out almost all the way before roughly pushing back in, giving Luis no time to adjust before setting a brutal pace and fucking him in earnest.

“Ah!” Luis gasped, hands scrabbling for purchase on the sheets as Leon’s thrusts rocked him forward. “Fuck—fuck, Leon, don’t stop.”

Leon felt a smile tugging on his lips even as sweat was starting to bead on his brow. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He held Luis more firmly against him as he pumped in and out, pleasure surging from the tip of his cock and up through his spine with every thrust into Luis’ now-sloppy hole.

Luis was far from passive, squirming and moaning and using what little leverage he had to meet Leon’s thrusts, fucking himself back on Leon’s cock.

“Fuck,” Leon cursed. “It’s like you were made for this.”

Luis groaned loudly at that and Leon placed his hand on his throat in warning.

“Oh,” Luis gasped. “Yes, yes, please…!”

“Stay quiet,” Leon hissed.

He pressed down just the barest amount on Luis' throat, not trusting himself to really choke with the precarious situation they were in. Luis however seemed to get off on him simply holding his hand there—at least based on the increase in his quiet moans.

The room echoed with the obscene slap of skin against skin and their muted sounds of pleasure. Leon’s muscles were starting to burn after the two days of nonstop battles but he steeled himself and kept thrusting, not faltering once from the steady pace—

Until Luis jolted like he’d been electrocuted and exclaimed, “Fuck, right there!”

Leon briefly slowed down to tilt his hips, trying to get the angle again. “Like this?”

“Yes,” Luis practically sobbed from pleasure. “That’s—oh, cariño, you're perfect.”

The praise shot straight to Leon's dick and made him choke on a moan, focusing on sliding his cock over Luis' prostate with newfound determination.

“¡Joder!” Luis rasped, his voice raw. "So good, Leon—fuck, you’re going to make me come."

Leon shuddered from arousal and did his best to keep it up, driving his cock into Luis and over that spot deep inside that had him squirming and moaning, working him closer and closer to the edge.

Unfortunately, Leon could feel himself fast approaching his own orgasm. "I'm close," he warned.

“Yes, cariño, yes,” Luis moaned, sliding his hand down to tug on his own dick.

Luis’ ass squeezed around Leon in time with the jerks of his cock, making everything too much, too hot, too good—

“Oh, shit,” Leon moaned, his thrusts erratic as he teetered on the edge. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside,'' Luis immediately said, throwing his head back. “Come in me, use me, Leon, I'm yours!”

Two more pumps into Luis’ body was all Leon could manage before the pleasure exploded. All of his muscles went rigid as he squeezed Luis’ thigh hard enough to leave bruises, groaning low in his throat as he pumped his release deep inside Luis’ clenching heat.

Luis' moan was long and breathy as Leon fucked his way through his release. Leon could see Luis’ arm flexing, frantically working over his own cock to follow Leon over the edge.

Still panting from his own orgasm, Leon pressed more firmly on Luis’ windpipe, actually cutting off some of his airflow, and then leaned in to place a kiss on his half-exposed shoulder before biting the skin—

Luis shouted a silent scream and jerked in Leon's hold, his body squeezing Leon’s softening cock almost painfully as Luis spasmed and came all over the sheets.

Leon eased up against the pressure on his throat and Luis gasped, panting for breath and shivering in Leon's arms. For a few moments, everything was quiet and still in the post-orgasmic haze, and then…

“Jesus, José y Maria,” Luis said. “You actually aren't mad at me.”

"Told you," Leon snorted. He pulled out, trying to be gentle about it, but Luis still hissed. "Sorry."

Luis looked over his shoulder with raised eyebrows. "Sorry? Mi príncipe, I should send you a fruit basket and twenty thank-you cards. That was magnifíco."

"Yeah," Leon said. "Yeah, it…it really was."

Luis sighed happily as Leon lowered his leg back to the mattress and caressed over the finger-shaped bruises he'd managed to leave behind.

"So…" Luis flopped onto his back, not seeming in any hurry to clean up. "Am I to understand that you do this with everyone who tries to double-cross you but eventually ends up helping you?"

Leon huffed and shook his head in disbelief. He should’ve known the subject of Ada would come up sooner or later.

"Me and Ada weren't like that," Leon said. At Luis' skeptical look, he added, "I mean, she'll always be my first love. Even if she was just using me during the worst night of my life, I was still hung up on her for six years."

Luis was silent for a beat, and Leon belatedly realized that talking about his sort-of-ex not even two minutes after coming inside another person was probably a major mood killer for most people.

But because Luis wasn't like most people, he simply smirked.

"First love, eh?" Luis said, a flirty glint in his eyes even as sweat matted his hair to his forehead. "I wonder what happened after those six years."

And Leon watched that knowing little smile and deep blue eyes much more wise beyond what the nonchalant facade would suggest. It was like Luis knew—like he saw right through Leon and knew that he'd once again fallen hard and fast.

Because it had taken everything out of Leon to put the mission first. And what kept him going wasn’t the thought of getting back to his ratty apartment or returning the president's daughter and getting praised as a hero…

But rather the image of that stupid smirk and whispered Spanish endearments. And every time they were close like this, every time Luis looked at him with his tired eyes and hopeful smile, it was getting harder and harder for Leon not to beg, “Please stay with me once this is over.”

Before he could say something he’d regret, Leon forced out a sarcastic huff and shoved lightly at Luis. “Don’t push your luck.”

After Leon climbed over him to return to his lookout by the window, Luis only chuckled and rolled out of bed to reach for his pants.

A moment later, Luis draped himself over Leon's back like he’d done not that long ago. Leon still didn’t push him away—not now, and not probably not ever.

"It's okay, cielito," Luis murmured, placing a kiss on the nape of Leon's neck. "I feel the same."

Leon just stared out of the window, his heart beating frantically in his chest as Luis stayed there hugging him.

“Please don’t leave,” he wanted to say. “I like it when you touch me,” would also be true, or, “I feel like I can do anything when I’m with you.”

All of those thoughts could be summed up in three words. Three tiny little words that Leon knew to be true but couldn’t bring himself to say—couldn’t even bring himself to think. Because if he did, something would go to shit again, and Luis would die, just like everyone else who got close to Leon—

“I could go for a smoke,” Luis said out of the blue.

Leon exhaled hard, something in his body loosening. He hadn’t even realized how much he’d tensed up.

“Sure,” Leon agreed.

Leon unlocked the door and followed Luis outside. Luis smoked in silence while Leon did one last check around the cabin’s exterior looking for nonexistent threats.

When they returned inside, Leon went right back to his chair by the window.

Luis didn’t look surprised as much as disappointed. “You're not coming to bed?”

“I have to keep watch,” Leon said.

Luis’ eyes softened and he smiled sadly, and Leon only then realized his mistake.

Not, “I’ll keep watch,” or, “I’ll take the first shift.”

But, “I have to keep watch.”

Leon swallowed and looked resolutely out of the window to avoid Luis’ pitying gaze.

“You should go to sleep,” Leon said, more gruffly than he meant to.

Luis sighed in an exaggerated manner. “Mierda, such a hardass.” Leon heard his footsteps approaching, before a warm hand ruffled Leon’s hair. “Have it your way, cariño.”

Leon relaxed at the familiar banter and even managed a small smile to their reflections in the window. “Night, Luis.”

Luis winked back at his reflection. “Goodnight, mi príncipe.”

With that, Luis turned and walked to the bed, and Leon heard the bed creaking as Luis threw himself onto it with a satisfied groan. Only a few minutes later, soft snoring filled the cabin; nothing like several near-death experiences followed by sex and a cigarette to knock a Luis out.

Leon's grip tightened around his pistol as he kept staring into the empty village. Even if the monsters were all in his head, he wouldn’t let his guard down.

The looters could come if they wanted to. Hell, the cult could send a mutated amalgamation of Saddler, Mendez and Salazar after him for all he cared, or the US government could try to shove Luis in jail for crimes he had repented for five times over. He'd fight them all.

Nothing would stand between Leon and protecting those he cared about.

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“—And the dynamite blew off the troll’s armor, making me save the day once again!” Luis said.

“Yeah, right,” Ashley huffed. “You totally rodeo’d on top of a monster bigger than a house.”

“Mi preciosa!” Luis gasped. “How it wounds me, a beauty like you thinking that I would lie.”

“Uh-huh. I think I’ll just ask Leon later.”

Leon smiled to himself and kept walking as the two others gossiped further behind.

He was leading them to the extraction point that Hunnigan had radioed in earlier in the morning. The night had gone by without further incident—apart from Leon nodding off in his chair and Luis' jacket mysteriously having appeared draped over him come morning—and in half an hour or so, they’d be up in the air and finally out of this godforsaken village.

“So…” Ashley said after a beat of silence.

“Yes, chica?” Luis asked.

“Was he good, or…?” Ashley trailed off.

Only years of training kept Leon’s steps from faltering. He had to be more sleep-deprived than he thought, because surely Ashley wasn't implying…?

“Hm?” Luis' voice sounded casual, but Leon could pick up on the panic undermeath. “Good at what, bonita?”

“Oh, come on,” Ashley scoffed. “If I hadn’t already noticed the two days’ worth of sexual tension, I sure as hell knew from the bed banging against the wall and ‘Yes, Leon, harder!’”

Jesus Christ, she had heard them. Luis just burst out into laughter, but Leon hoped Ashley couldn’t see that the trained professional sent to rescue her was blushing furiously.

“Oh, he was fantástico,” Luis said, no longer bothering to protest, and Leon just knew he was smirking. “Maybe once you are older, we can give you a demonstration—”

“I'm telling the president you repeatedly propositioned his daughter,” Leon said.

Ashley laughed even as Luis whined.

“Aww, querido, I thought we had something special,” Luis teased.

Leon looked over his shoulder at the man. “Then maybe you should stop flirting with other people.”

Luis actually blushed at that, his cheeks going ruddy, and Leon found that extremely interesting. “W-well, a ladies' man such as myself—” Luis started.

“Oh, can it, Casanova,” Ashley said, rolling her eyes. “I've seen you making those puppy eyes at him. Nice to know that Leon's charm just needed the right target to work.”

She smiled at Leon and something in him relaxed. Maybe Ashley knowing wouldn't be such a terrible thing after all.

“I'll have you know that I was the one who charmed him,” Luis said.

“Sure, 'amigo'.” Ashley patted his cheek. “Don't worry. I'll tell dad all about your research that saved my life and give an official recommendation that it's in the best interest of the nation for you to keep working with Agent Kennedy. You make a good team and are both great assets to our country.”

Both men looked at Ashley in confusion. She narrowed her eyes.

“You both thought I was dumb just because I'm blond and pretty, didn't you?” she accused.

Leon's mouth opened and closed but he got no words out.

“No, no, mi preciosa, of course not," Luis lied through his teeth.

Ashley rolled her eyes and sauntered past them. “Men.”

Leon and Luis merely shared a shocked look, before Luis grinned and gestured after her.

“Shall we?” Luis said.

“You sure got everything you need from the village?” Leon asked.

“Sí,” Luis said, patting the breast pocket of his jacket. On their way here, they had all made a quick detour to retrieve Luis' grandfather's journal and the only picture of the two of them together. “There is nothing more for me in Valdelobos.”

Leon nodded. “And your story?”

“Ah, Sancho, what story?” Luis grinned. When Leon frowned, he continued, “I was merely a young boy fresh out of university, recruited by one of the most prestigious employers out there! I developed medicines and researched dangerous parasites, but sadly found out that my medicines never made it to the public and that my research was used to create parasites, not treat them.”

Luis sighed exaggeratedly. “Angry at the company, I packed up my research and stole invaluable Umbrella equipment to return to my hometown and start over. Unfortunately, the village had been overrun by a madman with a mind-control parasite who captured me and forced me to work for him.”

Luis grinned and tapped his temple. “But I wasn’t born yesterday, you see. I knew that Saddler was up to no good and I secretly researched how to destroy the Plaga. When I was injected with the parasite to ensure my obedience, I tested the method on myself, and this scar is my mark of success.”

Luis tugged down his collar to expose the scar on his chest, and Leon nodded and resolutely tried not to think about his mouth on that same scar last night.

“With a successful removal procedure invented and all of my knowledge of the Plaga, I knew I could not stay under Saddler’s thumb—it was only a matter of time before they would catch on to my betrayal,” Luis said. “And with the cult occupied with a hostage of some sort, I made a break for it. Little did I know the hostage was the president’s daughter and I would end up helping to rescue her and fighting alongside Agent Kennedy to take down Los Iluminados.”

Leon huffed. Of course Luis remembered the entirety of their agreed upon cover story without trouble.

“That is no story, only the truth! It is just a shame that all the evidence exploded along with the entire island.” Luis shrugged. “Fortunately, Miss Graham and Agent Kennedy are both willing to testify when it comes to my invaluable help in saving their lives. Now, I am merely a humble refugee who also happens to be the best chance the world has to survive another outbreak of Las Plagas or Umbrella’s parasites.”

“You sure are,” Leon agreed. His mouth quirked up into a half-smile. “Someone should probably assign a high-ranking agent as your bodyguard, just in case.”

“Oh? Well if you insist,” Luis said, his fake nonchalance giving way for a knowing grin. “But you are still certain of wishing to lie to your government, mi príncipe? Could get you into trouble, somewhere down the line.”

It was a no-brainer for Leon. Ashley didn’t know the whole truth about Luis’ past and thus couldn’t even lie about it, everyone else involved with Los Iluminados was dead, and Leon couldn’t imagine Ada being interested in leaking her and Luis’ agreement to the US government.

“Running away from trouble isn’t really my style,” Leon said. “And the higher-ups seemed all too happy to lie about project Javier. I’d say saving one loud-mouthed scientist is a small thing in comparison.”

“Yes, yes!” Luis quickly agreed. “Absolutely microscopic, in the grand scheme of things. Writing one little pardon? Not even a milliliter of ink from the president’s expensive pen will be wasted.”

Luis was walking closer as he rambled, until he stood right before Leon.

Leon smiled at him. “Just…don’t help to start another parasite outbreak, yeah?”

“Hmm, I’ll have to think about it.” Luis smirked, a clever hand coming up to run alongside Leon’s shoulder strap. “I might need a trusty squire by my side to help make the right decisions.”

Leon smiled and rested his hand on Luis’ hip. “Good thing I know a guy who has some experience with that.”

Luis leaned in first, the smile staying on his face even as his eyelids lowered and he gripped Leon’s harness firmly. Getting the hint, Leon closed his eyes and moved to meet him halfway…

“Leeooon!” Ashley’s whiny yell coming from further ahead made Leon tense and look up in alert. “I need a boost up this stupid rock!”

As Leon breathed out in relief, Luis chuckled and stepped away, turning back to the trail.

“Ah, and the moment is gone,” Luis said, then gestured onward with a grin. “Come then, Sancho Panza. New adventures await!”

Luis’ eyes shone with excitement, his smile brighter than the sun, and Leon—

Leon grabbed a handful of dark brown hair and surged forward into a kiss. He only had time for a simple press of lips and a quick tease of his tongue along Luis’ bottom lip, but the surprised gasp and following moan were well worth it.

“Yeah,” Leon said, pulling away. “I can’t wait.”

With that, Leon continued up the trail to help Ashley, smiling when he heard Luis laugh before following him.

And for the first time in six years, Leon found himself hopeful for what the future might bring.

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