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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Zorro (TV 1957)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Diego de la Vega/Enrique Sanchez Monastario
Additional Tags: Internalized Homophobia, fox hunting, why is that not a tag, uhhhhh warning for implied suicidal behaviour i guess, lol, he be going through it
Summary:
Even beasts possess beauty. or some shit like that. he shouldve just ran on first sight. but he didnt! woohoo
Fic where diego is disabled and cant fight very well so he is a resistance writer instead and signs all his works as el Zorro. So he would know the lawbook like the back of his hand and catch enrique when he finds a loophole every time, and his work is regarded highly enough Enrique actually has to watch out for the governor and by extension the king of spain, and stick to the rules.
Of course, it isnt until Enrique notices his favorite love poet signs his sonnets with a z, that he starts to truly appreciate his and zorros lettered game and the man behind it, especially. He becomes more and more invested in it, almost forgetting his primary objective of getting fat rich.
And from then on, he cant help but notice the similarities between diego with zorro. the numerous poetry volumes in the mans bookcase havent escaped his notice, and then theres some of the poems themselves... about a man having two faces, and another who haunts the poet day and night...
He doubts for a while, studying diego across rooms and trying to picture him writing some of those brutal letters or vile poems, but he only drives himself mad with want.
Meanwhile diego is just being his cheeky self of course, and perhaps his own judgement is too clouded to notice Enriques increased attentions. Once again, he is loitering around the garrison and when enrique comes at him and accuses him of being nosy, Diego pulls out the classic excuse that his wheelchair simply got stuck in the sand.
But enrique is getting sick of their game already, he knows diego is zorro even though he has no proof just yet, but it doesnt matter, he wishes diego would stop pretending around him.
however, he knows just what to do, after getting taunted in a like wise manner for so long - even if it was only on paper.
"Ah, really now? How nice then that you were right in earshot of a classified discussion, eh?" He says nonchalantly, leaning one hand on one of diegos armrests and studying diegos reaction up close. Diego takes in a sharp breath at the blatant accusation and then immediately masks his surprise again.
"Surely you arent accusing me of anything, comandante? Im just an innocent don, after all..." He says, leaning back in his chair with a cheeky grin.
Enriques eye twitches at the veiled threat - Alejandro, the dons father and rich as hell - and therefore equally powerful - was always looking for an excuse to fight him anywhere, and if diego were to complain about his treatment... surely his father would come to save him.
But then again, in light of recent discoveries, wasnt this just another part of the façade diego had carefully set up? the man might not be as weak as he pretended to be.
"Why would I accuse you of anything, don diego?" Enrique says with a thick layer of courteousness. "After all, someone like you could hardly pose a threat..." he gestures at diego, looking down at him with an icy gaze, before suddenly pushing at the handles of his wheelchair and sending it nearly toppling backwards onto the ground - if he hadnt stopped it with a foot on the footboard. "Right?" He smirks predatorily.
Diegos upper body jolts at the movement, his eyes widening with the scare for just one delightful second, and enrique feels excitement coursing through his veins, deliciously. just like when he was reading another one of the mans papers and felt joyed at all the clever jabs directed at himself.
But Diego gets himself back under control all too soon, releasing his death grip on the armrests and smoothing his face into a polite smile, if it werent for the forcedness of it. "Thats- one could almost percieve that to be an insult, captain..."
Enrique hums. "Perhaps... but then again, is it really an insult if its how someone like you wants to be percieved? Im only following your rules, my dear diego."
Diego swallows, still at enriques mercy and with nowhere to go without risking falling onto the ground. Hes close to giving himself away though, just to get back at enrique. the mans all in his personal space, their closeness bordering on improper - diego wonders what all the soldiers must think, in an attempt to distract himself from looking at enrique's lips. he can feel the mans hot breath on his face, his chair only supported by one hand and a foot. "My rules... i was under the impression your words were law around here." Diego jabs with a grin, but he bites his lip when fury flashes in enriques eyes - hed forgotten to adhere to his own fake meek personality, and he regrets it immediately.
With a smack, his wheelchair tips back into place again, and diego can hardly recover before enrique grabs his jaw and draws up close. "De la vega... If I were you, i would watch out." He drawls. "Don't you know, foxes are one of the most hunted animals. and we here in the cuartel dont need any hunting dogs for it."
Diego feels himself go pale, stammering at the treatment, but enrique lets him go and stalks away with long angry strides. He doesnt know why he didnt accuse diego outright - only a warning??? This attraction was going too far. and yet...
Diego on his part was trying not to spiral - not really because of the threat, hed been expecting that for some time, but because of that hand on his jaw and enrique's proximity to him. Close enough to kiss...
awkward as it was, he had little experience with it as it was hard to find the proper spots to meet up with like-minded men when one couldnt get up the stairs without help. He'd fantasized about such things far too often, and now here he was, losing his mind over such a small thing! Embarrassed, he went to make his escape - only to discover he couldnt move his wheels.
Fuck. "uhm, señor comandante?" He called across the courtyard, feeling himself flush already.
Enrique spins around with a murderous glare. "what??"
Diego gestures at his chair with a sheepish smile. "I got stuck..."
Enrique blinks, confused why diego is using the same excuse again, but then realization sinks in and the glare makes way for an annoyed eyeroll, although diego could detect a shade of fondness in it.
With a gentleness diego hadnt expected him to possess, enrique maneouvrered the chair out of the situation hed put it in himself, though it had been an unfortunate accident. "There."
"Gracias, señor."
"Yes well, dont get stuck again." Enrique says awkwardly, not looking him in the eye. hes standing next to diego and fidgeting clenching his hands like he doesnt know what to do with them.
Diego feels suddenly in a foolish mood - and whats he got to lose anymore anyway? He grabs enrique by the sleeve, pulling him close and whispering to his suprised rival: "the only thing i would ever want to get stuck in is you."
Enrique makes a choked sound, stammering while he looks at diego with wide shocked eyes like hes gone insane, but diego grins and wheels away, forcing enrique to draw back lest he get his toes ridden over.
"See you, comandante!"
...
"Diego!!" He hears the man roar behind him, and he feels very self satisfied.
/// thought of a really sad bonus for this so feel free to skip:
Diego and enrique in bed together and during some late night pillow talk family comes up and enrique mentions his brothers and diego suddenly goes like, 'im very happy my father didnt have any more sons with anyone else.'
And enrique is like, what??
But then he thinks about it for a second and it makes sense. "Do you think he wouldnt have allowed to own the ranch otherwise?"
"No, its not that." Diego tries to laugh it off, and enrique is like, so then what?
And then diego says: "i dont think i couldve handled growing up next to them and becoming even more of a burden compared to his... healthy sons." He chokes out, and enrique remembers once again how diegos father sometimes looked at him - dissapointed.
Not for the first time, he wondered how diego could stand being so openly ridiculed for something that was a part of him, and not only that, but encourage it too. But then again he supposed there was some comfort in showing himself so freely.
"Ha, i am truly weak." Diego says, making a joke out of it, but enrique cant laugh with him.
"Its not fair."
"Nothing is fair."
/// woah so depressing iiiii didnt write this in a loud gym nuh uh you definitely cant tell
Diego getting shot in the leg By monastario, in the garrison and falling down the stairs, landing in a pathetic heap of darkness on the ground. Enrique, mad with glee, walking up to him, knowing a wounded animal cant escape, and taking him by the hair, pulling up his face to grin into it while Diego's blood spills into the sand.
The mask is still on, but Enrique doesnt need to see him without it to know who he's caught and owned. He takes the man's face into one hand, pulling off his glove with his teeth to feel it better.
He holds Diego there, who snarls and writhes in his grip but he can't stand and is tense with pain.
Rubbing a thumb over the mans cheek, soft like the silk he wears, he murmurs: "Give up. Give into me."
"Never!" Diego growls, his usual cute demaneour nowhere to be found. He's like a wild animal in Enrique's fortress, caged and afraid and in pain. Its right where enrique has always wanted him.
Enrique grips his jaw tighter, feeling his own temper flaring up so very excitingly. He squeezes Diegos jaw, watching his fingers dent into the skin in a way that will hopefully leave big bruises, and Diego winces, just slightly, but its enough to make delicious satisfaction curl in his stomach.
"Youve got nowhere to go. Admit it, ive caught you, and the game is over. You are mine now." Enrique feels just as feral as diego is behaving beneath him, and thankfully the soldiers are too far away to listen in on the conversation.
"I would rather die," Diego says, and spits, weakly but it still lands on enriques polished boots, and he lets go. The man drops back onto the ground without his support with a thump and a moan, and hes delightfully still as enrique wipes his boot on the seam of his cape.
"We'll see about that. Now get up."
Diego does not move, not even paying him the respects of looking at him.
"Get. Up." Enrique repeats, less politely.
Diego blinks at him. It seems hed rather let himself bleed to death than follow any of Enriques orders, which vexes him to such an extent he almost kicks the man, but he controls himself and hunches down next to him, curling an unruly look around his fingers before tugging on it, hard. "If you dont obey my orders, i will make you, and you will regret it."
With one last tug, he lets go, and diego actually whines, flipping Enriques insides.
He finally starts to move, trying to get to his feet while enrique peers down at him, languidly inspecting his fingernails, dirty and unmanicured. He does not succeed though, for the second he puts any wait on his wounded leg it gives way and he drops back into the sand like a sad little pet.
Enrique realizes this is not going to work. "Crawl." He amends instead.
"What?" Diego pants, looking at him like enrique has sustained brain damage.
"Crawl." He repeats, more sure of himself. Diego crawling around for him... what an idea. The perfect humiliation and revenge. He can hardly manage to bring his next words out carefully instead of tripping over them in excitement. "I want you to crawl, to my office."
The office in question is not that far, just a couple of steps if one could walk, but diego looks at the door with apprehension, the small distance like an impossible task. He wonders dazedly why monastario doesnt just incarcerate him, but he prefers not to think about that for too long.
"No."
"No??" Enrique is thrown out of his daydreams. "What do you mean no?"
"I cant do it." He tries to make it sound like a choice on his part, but the pathetic way it comes out reveals it is not.
For a second, he thinks enrique will take pity on him, but then he grabs at the whip at his side and Diego feels his stomach turn.
Enrique gives him a menacing look, and diego closes his eyes and bites his tongue, bracing himself before he starts to obey.
He can feel every eye in the courtyard on him, can almost imagine the twisted smirk on Enriques faces as he crawls through the sand, but he grits his teeth, determined not to let himself appear weak or intimidated. His leg feels like its been stabbed almost to the bone, the wound pulsing, but weaker every second. He doesn not think enrique will let him die - insane as he is, hes not that cruel. And besides, he was obsessed with diego - he would never let him die, even if diego begged for it.
His hazed mind can barely keep focused on the crawl, spots dancing in front of his vision, and he almost misses the things enrique is murmuring to him. Or to himself.
"Look at you... grovelling on the floor like the animal you say you are. Like a trapped fox, or a filthy dog."
Diego cant help scowling at that, baring his teeth and enrique takes his face in his hand again, stopping his humiliating efforts to reach the office door. He looks down at him, as if diego really were a filthy dog and he was inspecting its teeth. With his thumb, he pulls diegos lips apart to get a better view, and diego freezes. That devillish look in enriques eyes has him almost pulling back to protect himself, but instead he opens his jaw and bites down on enriques finger as hard as he can.
Diego getting shot in the leg By monastario, in the garrison and falling down the stairs, landing in a pathetic heap of darkness on the ground. Enrique, mad with glee, walking up to him, knowing a wounded animal cant escape, and taking him by the hair, pulling up his face to grin into it while Diego's blood spills into the sand.
The mask is still on, but Enrique doesnt need to see him without it to know who he's caught and owned. He takes the man's face into one hand, pulling off his glove with his teeth to feel it better.
He holds Diego there, who snarls and writhes in his grip but he can't stand and is tense with pain.
Rubbing a thumb over the mans cheek, soft like the silk he wears, he murmurs: "Give up. Give into me."
"Never!" Diego growls, his usual cute demaneour nowhere to be found. He's like a wild animal in Enrique's fortress, caged and afraid and in pain. Its right where enrique has always wanted him.
Enrique grips his jaw tighter, feeling his own temper flaring up so very excitingly. He squeezes Diegos jaw, watching his fingers dent into the skin in a way that will hopefully leave big bruises, and Diego winces, just slightly, but its enough to make delicious satisfaction curl in his stomach.
"Youve got nowhere to go. Admit it, ive caught you, and the game is over. You are mine now." Enrique feels just as feral as diego is behaving beneath him, and thankfully the soldiers are too far away to listen in on the conversation.
"I would rather die," Diego says, and spits, weakly but it still lands on enriques polished boots, and he lets go. The man drops back onto the ground without his support with a thump and a moan, and hes delightfully still as enrique wipes his boot on the seam of his cape.
"We'll see about that. Now get up."
Diego does not move, not even paying him the respects of looking at him.
"Get. Up." Enrique repeats, less politely.
Diego blinks at him. It seems hed rather let himself bleed to death than follow any of Enriques orders, which vexes him to such an extent he almost kicks the man, but he controls himself and hunches down next to him, curling an unruly look around his fingers before tugging on it, hard. "If you dont obey my orders, i will make you, and you will regret it."
With one last tug, he lets go, and diego actually whines, flipping Enriques insides.
He finally starts to move, trying to get to his feet while enrique peers down at him, languidly inspecting his fingernails, dirty and unmanicured. He does not succeed though, for the second he puts any wait on his wounded leg it gives way and he drops back into the sand like a sad little pet.
Enrique realizes this is not going to work. "Crawl." He amends instead.
"What?" Diego pants, looking at him like enrique has sustained brain damage.
"Crawl." He repeats, more sure of himself. Diego crawling around for him... what an idea. The perfect humiliation and revenge. He can hardly manage to bring his next words out carefully instead of tripping over them in excitement. "I want you to crawl, to my office."
The office in question is not that far, just a couple of steps if one could walk, but diego looks at the door with apprehension, the small distance like an impossible task. He wonders dazedly why monastario doesnt just incarcerate him, but he prefers not to think about that for too long.
"No."
"No??" Enrique is thrown out of his daydreams. "What do you mean no?"
"I cant do it." He tries to make it sound like a choice on his part, but the pathetic way it comes out reveals it is not.
For a second, he thinks enrique will take pity on him, but then he grabs at the whip at his side and Diego feels his stomach turn.
Enrique gives him a menacing look, and diego closes his eyes and bites his tongue, bracing himself before he starts to obey.
He can feel every eye in the courtyard on him, can almost imagine the twisted smirk on Enriques faces as he crawls through the sand, but he grits his teeth, determined not to let himself appear weak or intimidated. His leg feels like its been stabbed almost to the bone, the wound pulsing, but weaker every second. He doesn not think enrique will let him die - insane as he is, hes not that cruel. And besides, he was obsessed with diego - he would never let him die, even if diego begged for it.
His hazed mind can barely keep focused on the crawl, spots dancing in front of his vision, and he almost misses the things enrique is murmuring to him. Or to himself.
"Look at you... grovelling on the floor like the animal you say you are. Like a trapped fox, or a filthy dog."
Diego cant help scowling at that, baring his teeth and enrique takes his face in his hand again, stopping his humiliating efforts to reach the office door. He looks down at him, as if diego really were a filthy dog and he was inspecting its teeth. With his thumb, he pulls diegos lips apart to get a better view, and diego freezes. That devillish look in enriques eyes has him almost pulling back to protect himself, but instead he opens his jaw and bites down on enriques finger as hard as he can.
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