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Leon was getting pretty tired of going on wild goose chases.
It seemed like every three minutes, something else demanded his attention. Whether it was Ashley being taken, or the requests given to him by the Merchant, something always occupied his attention. Now was no different; he’d received a rather panicked call from Luis. The man had, once again, managed to get himself captured. He’d gotten out a brief description of the area before the line cut off. So, Leon was searching around desperately based on a vague image. He was traversing through a large wooden structure, boards creaking dangerously underneath his weight. Each step was carefully measured, driven by the fear of making one wrong step and going plummeting into the trees and rocks below. Leon wasn’t sure if the fall would kill him, but it certainly wouldn’t be pleasant to experience.
He ducked through a doorway, exploring the small wooden structure it led into. There were crates and boxes littered around that he broke open, ammo and various herbs hidden within. There wasn’t much else in the area though. He let out a long, frustrated breath. Finding Luis was going to take forever. Not only that, but Leon couldn’t let himself stay here for too long. Ashley had been too terrified to get onto the dubiously safe walkways, and was hiding in a small alcove near the area. Leon didn’t particularly like being separated from her, but he figured he’d be able to find Luis quick enough that it wouldn’t be a problem. However, now that he was here, he was having second thoughts about that.
He exited the structure, continuing on in search of Luis. He’d combed through every building, still finding nothing. Every run down wooden building held nothing but scraps of ammo and the stench of death. He was about ready to give up. Luis wasn’t really a priority of his, and he desperately needed to get Ashley out of Spain and back to her father. But, a strange sense of loyalty kept him moving as he looked for Luis.
As he walked, he felt the rotting wood give a loud groan underfoot. He paused for a moment, before bursting into a run. The walkway gave out, planks falling to the forest below. Leon glanced behind him, watching as the falling planks started to get closer and closer to his heels. He grit his teeth, pushing himself as hard as he could. In one flying leap, Leon made it to solid ground. He turned, seeing the wreckage left behind from the collapse.
“Shit,” he muttered, realizing he was stranded on this side for the time being. Ashley was stuck on the other side of the cavern. Shit.
He turned, staring at the open rockface he was stuck on. There was a small path twisting through the walls of the cavern, and Leon set off. He opened the file of the map he’d been given, seeing where he was. It looked like he could circle back around, but it would take awhile. He hoped Ashley was ready to wait for him to get back. He scowled, boots scuffing against the pebbles and dust of the path. He already felt like his body was going to fall apart, he doubted taking a scenic hike would help with that. Well, there wasn’t anything he could do about that. He just had to grit and bear it for now, until he made it out of this hell.
The path led down the side of the cavern, and Leon could see the yawning forest beneath the rock face. There were a few more buildings nestled in the trees, but nothing close enough for him to be actively worried. He slunk like a big cat down the side of the rock face, sticking close to the edge. He walked for what he assumed to be around ten minutes, when the side of the cavern opened up. Connected to the path was a small cave, with another one of the Los Illuminados markings outside of it. He paused, staring into the darkness of the opening. This seemed like the best place to find Luis, with the post outside and the location.
Leon entered the cave, clicking his flashlight on. He crept forwards, taking in as much of the cave as he could. It was cold and damp, old splatters of blood and human remains littered about. He groaned at the smell, his nose scrunching up as he continued onwards. Finally, he reached another wall deep within it. He turned, shining his flashlight into the back of the cave. He heard a soft shuffling, as well as the clink of chains. Illuminated in the glow of his light was Luis Serra, his hands cuffed to a rickety looking pole cutting through the cave. His mouth was taped, and Leon found it oddly reminiscent of when he had first found Luis, bound and gagged beneath the farm. He stepped forwards, watching Luis’ eyes adjust to the light.
As soon as he recognized Leon, he began to struggle, any words he tried to say muffled by the tape. Leon leaned down, and in one harsh motion, tore the tape clean off. Luis cringed, shifting his jaw. “So rough, American.”
Leon didn’t grace him with a response, moving behind him to look at the handcuffs. They were dirty and bloodied, looking like something the villagers had likely picked up off of one of the officers they’d killed. He didn’t have anything on him to pick the lock, and he knew brute forcing it wouldn’t work. Trying to shoot them off could possibly damage Luis’ wrists. He frowned, brows furrowed.
“I can hear you thinking. What is it?” Luis questioned, craning his neck to look behind him.
“Unless you keep a stash of bobby pins on you, these aren’t coming off.” Leon reached down, gripping Luis’ wrist to look at the handcuffs, He moved Luis’ wrists, trying to see if it was loose enough to squeeze his hand through. It didn’t appear so, unless Luis dislocated his thumb.
“Why don’t you ask your señorita?” Luis’ voice sounded strained.
“We were separated, when I came to look for you.”
Leon paused, before continuing. “Who took you here? Did you see the key?”
“I was knocked unconscious,” Luis said drily, “seeing the key would’ve been a miracle.”
Leon cursed under his breath, stepping back. He looked around to see if he could find something to break the chain between the cuffs with, that wouldn’t break Luis’ wrists.
“Wait! My pocket, I have a lock-pick. I picked it up off of one of the bodies,” Luis exclaimed, shifting to give Leon better access to his pocket. He had his legs crossed, one over the other, to show off the pocket on the side of his pants.
Leon leaned over him, reaching into the pocket of his pants, feeling for the lockpick.
“ ¡Mierda, Leon! The one on my jacket!”
Leon paused. “You moved to get this one free. You should’ve said that.”
“I apologize for getting more comfortable! I suppose you wouldn’t know about that, cowboy,” Luis sniffed.
“Whatever. Do you want to get out of this or not?”
Luis made the very wise decision to stay quiet.
Leon removed his hand from Luis’ pocket, checking the pockets on his jacket. He gripped onto Luis’ shoulder for balance while he checked, and Luis hissed softly. Leon ripped his hand away like he’d been burned, taking his attention away from the search for a moment. Had Luis been injured? It would explain why the man was acting so strange.
“Are you hurt?” Leon questioned, managing to move a little closer to check over Luis’ shoulder.
“No, but I’m going to be if you don’t get me out soon, so hurry,” Luis emphasized, voice strained.
“Stubborn asshole,” Leon muttered under his breath. Luis chuckled, but it fell short.
His fingers wrapped around cold metal, and he pulled out a damaged looking lock-pick. It seemed rather beat up, but not the point where it couldn’t be used. Leon moved to unlock the handcuffs, but stopped suddenly in his tracks. The front of Luis’ pants were pulled taught by what was very obviously an erection. Leon didn’t move for a second, but Luis began to squirm. He shifted his body to the side, trying to get his inconveniently timed boner out of sight. Leon didn’t even know how to react. Seriously? Now?
“Are you hard?” Leon demanded incredulously, pocketing the lock-pick to put his full attention on Luis.
“Eh, no?” Luis’ voice was what Leon could only describe as a squeak.
Leon, in a spur of the moment decision, leaned his head against the crook of Luis’ shoulder. He reached his hand around Luis' side, gripping his hip tightly. Leon wasn’t really sure why he was doing this. He wasn’t particularly interested in getting intimate, especially during a highly dangerous mission involving the president’s daughter, but something about Luis drew him in like a candle attracted a moth. So, he wrapped his other arm around Luis’ waist, pulling him close. He was sure Luis could feel his breath ghosting against his ear, with how close they were. He heard Luis swallow thickly, remaining deathly still.
“A strange reaction for someone like you,” Luis managed, like he had expected Leon to be disgusted.
“Guess you’re not only a ladies’ man.”
Luis made a breathy noise, almost like a laugh. Leon daringly moved his hand a little farther, drifting down his hip and coming to rest on his thigh. Luis groaned softly, moving his legs. He spread them a little, just enough so that Leon had full view of the bulge in his pants.
“Go on, cowboy. I can give you a ride,” Luis purred, seeming to have regained some of his confidence. It was a stupid callback to the previous nickname, and Leon snorted at how corny it was.
“You keep talking like that and I’m leaving you here,” Leon said with a small smile, just barely tugging at the corners of his lips.
He continued to move his hand, until it was just barely touching Luis’ erection. Luis strained, trying to buck up into the touch, but Leon held him still with his arm.
“My pace, or not at all.”
“So bossy,” Luis whined.
Leon palmed Luis’ dick, lightly rubbing at it. Luis hissed, hips jerking. Leon kept up the teasing for a few more seconds, before beginning to unbuckle Luis’ belt. Leon managed to unzip his pants with one hand, forcing Luis to shuffle to get them down to his knees. Luis’ cock sprung free the second his boxers came off, twitching in the cool air of the cave. Leon let go of Luis to pull off his gloves, not wanting to ruin them by jerking Luis off. He threw them aside, wrapping his arm back around Luis. He spat into his hand, firmly wrapping his hand around Luis’ cock. He thumbed the slit, beginning to spread a mixture of saliva and Luis’ pre-come along his shaft. His hand slid up and down Luis cock, accompanied by a multitude of slick noises. Luis was gasping and groaning into Leon’s ear, arms straining in the handcuffs. Leon sped up his pace, and Luis let out a downright sinful moan.
Luis’ dick began to twitch, and his moans became more frequent. Leon took his hand away immediately, watching as Luis desperately tried to grind at the air for any sort of release. He was panting, eyes half lidded. He cursed under his breath in Spanish, chest heaving.
“What was that for? I was close!” Luis exclaimed, sounding absolutely pathetic. It made Leon’s dick twitch excitedly.
“We’re not done here,” Leon’s voice was low, and Luis shuddered against him.
He picked himself up, moving to the front of Luis. Said man was looking at him through his lashes, his hair framing his face. Leon thought he looked beautiful. Leon brought his fingers up to his mouth, lathering them in as much spit as he could. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to pack any lube on the way to Spain, so they’d have to make do with Leon’s saliva. When he deemed them wet enough, he reached down. Trailing a finger from the base of Luis’ balls to his hole, he began to slowly circle it. He pushed in with a single finger, allowing Luis to get used to it. Luis groaned a little, shifting his hips to give Leon better access. Leon slowly fingered him, eventually adding another finger. He began to stretch him out, trying to get him loose enough to take his cock. Luis was moaning and whimpering like a bitch in heat throughout it all, legs twitching.
Leon added a third finger, roughly thrusting in and out of Luis. He had almost forgotten that he had been doing this to stretch Luis out, lost in the man’s moans that he had brought out. Leon groaned softly, every noise Luis made going straight to his dick.
Finally, Leon removed his fingers from Luis’ hole. He yanked Luis’ pants all the way down, until they were only hanging onto one ankle. Mimicking Luis, Leon began removing his belts, throwing his tactical belt aside. He pulled his pants all the way down, the fabric pooling around his ankles as he hovered over Luis. He brushed his hand over his own cock, hissing. The head of his dick was an ugly flushed color, and the touch felt near painful with how hard he was. He quickly stroked himself, smearing the built up pre-come and leftover spit across his dick. By no means was it lubed enough to be an easy entrance, but Leon felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t fuck Luis immediately.
The head of Leon’s dick pressed against Luis' ass, slowly breaching the tight ring of muscle. After what felt like forever, he pushed in fully, breath coming in heavy pants. Luis wasn’t doing much better, face flushed and sweaty. After he decided Luis had adjusted enough, he began a rough pace. Luis choked, wrapping his legs Leon as he pounded into him, back arching. Leon’s teeth were gritted, muffling any noises that threatened to escape as he fucked Luis.
“ Ah, no fair amigo,” Luis’ voice was shaky. “You can hear me, let me hear you.”
Leon looked at him, brows furrowed. He didn’t understand why Luis was so interested in hearing his noises, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt. With the racket Luis was making, he’d probably be drowned out anyway. So, he unclenched his jaw, soft, breathy moans leaving his mouth. Luis threw his head back, like just hearing Leon moan pathetically was all he needed to come. Leon blushed, feeling oddly flustered about that. He just reached out and held Luis’ hips, and fucked him harder. Luis was gasping and groaning, and each little noise went directly to Leon’s cock.
He could feel his orgasm creeping up on him, pleasure curling low in his gut as Luis tightened around him, clearly nearing his own as well. Luis’ dick was twitching, more and more pre-come dripping from his tip. Leon let go of his bruising grip on Luis' waist, wrapping his hand around Luis’ dick and hastily jerking him off as his own thrusts became erratic.
Suddenly, Luis came, jerking as ropes of come splattered across his front and Leon’s hand. It was smeared all over his clothes, but he was too blissed out to care. Seeing Luis so debauched pushed Leon over the edge as well, coming as he lightly thrusted in and out of Luis. He came to a stop, trying to catch his breath. He slowly pulled out, using his clean hand to brush his hair out of his face. He exhaled heavily, the post-orgasm glow settling over him.
“Could you unlock these chains now? They’re rather tight,” Luis' voice was a little strained.
“Oh,” Leon replied. In his haste to fuck Luis’ brains out, he’d completely forgotten about his earlier task of freeing the man. He got up, pulling his clothes back on and wiping his hand off on the cave floor. He took out the lockpick, undoing the handcuffs.
Luis leaned forwards, rubbing his newly freed wrists. “ Gracias, Leon.”
Leon didn’t reply, instead moving to lean on the cave wall.
Luis shuffled about, trying his best to clean himself off. Leon heard him groan, and shuck his nice jacket off. Leon smiled a little, realizing that they matched now. Neither of them were wearing their jackets now.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any wet wipes in those pockets of yours, would you?” Luis joked.
“Only thing is this,” Leon fished out a piece of cloth that had been used to hold a pile of scraps together. It had oil and other various stains on it. Luis looked displeased that Leon was even suggesting putting that near his ass.
“I’ll make do,” Luis sighed.
After cleaning himself up to a respectable degree and folding his jacket neatly, Luis followed Leon out of the cave. Luckily, it seemed none of the ganados had been drawn by the ruckus they had in the cave. The trip down the rest of the cavern seemed shorter, with Luis chatting Leon’s ears off. They made it through the forest, with Leon shooting the occasional Plaga-infested monster that decided to show its face. It was almost peaceful, if Leon ignored the looming dread of everything that was going on.
Finally, they rounded to where Leon had been originally. He felt a deep sense of relief, ready to move on with Ashley. He felt bad he’d left her here for so long. Now they could go, and hopefully get out of this god-forsaken place and back to America.
He turned to Ashley’s hiding spot, noticing a large amount of empty space where Ashley should be. She was gone again.
“God- dammit!”