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Leon had had it with fucking Spain. While he understood the vitality of his mission – and the need for the outcome to be a success – the longer he spent in this middle-of-nowhere town, the more he felt his patience being tested.

If he were asked to pinpoint the moment when his troubles had started, he’d have to say they began from the moment he met Luis. He’d been doing just fine on his own, but as soon as he’d tried to free that idiot, the entire mission began to take a turn for the worst.

They had been trying to look for Ashley when an ambush of Ganados caught them unawares. While they’d managed to hold their ground together, the terrain was slippery from whatever godawful damp permeated the mines, leading Leon to inevitably slip and fall while grappling with one of the cultists who had gotten too close for comfort. Luis had shot the unfortunate bastard in the head, making the body crumple like a paper doll. The weight of the resulting corpse, however, had been anything but light.

Luis had simply stood to the side as the American struggled on the muddy floor to push off the – literal – dead weight off him. “I shall accept my thank you kiss for coming to the rescue now,” Luis crooned, shooting him a wink.

All Leon could do was let out a groan of disgust as he stood up after pushing the corpse away, the back of his shirt now practically caked in drying mud. Ignoring Luis, he walked on, sporting a rather annoyed scowl as he continued leading the way again, knife at the ready to promptly greet any more unwanted guests.

Luis, who was following Leon's lead, had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, but the sharp glare he received from the rather irascible American told him he'd still failed to completely muffle the sound of amusement.

"You know, I'd really like to know what's so goddamn funny this time," began Leon in a clipped tone, glancing around. “Because, last I checked, nothing within a 5-mile radius of this cursed town is even remotely funny."

The dark-haired man shrugged innocently in response, his eyes lighting up with mischief. "I'm not sure what you mean, amigo,” the Spaniard wasn’t trying nearly hard enough to hide his amusement for Leon’s liking.

Whatever.

He wasn't going to push for Luis to answer with what he most certainly knew was going to be more mockery. Leon tried his best to keep his brisk walk onward from making him appear too much like a sulking child stomping away. He thought he’d left the days of playful quips and jabs long behind with his academy days. A small pang of what could almost be classified as nostalgia lodged itself uneasily in his gut as the walls of the mineshaft blended into one long unremarkable passage, too caught up in his thoughts to pay close attention to his surroundings.

As Luis jogged slightly to catch up, he was practically side-by-side with the blonde when he moved his fingers to pick at a quickly drying flake of mud from his companion's now blue and brown shirt. A few seconds later, after a moment of inspiration, Luis flicked his shoulder – supposedly to help remove some more drying flecks of mud.

A soft hum of satisfaction left the Spaniard's lips and Leon didn't have to turn to know that Luis was beholding the absolute mess on the back of his shirt as if it was something equivalent to a Pollock. “The shade suits your eyes,” Luis said in a tone that, in any other context, could have been interpreted as flirtatious, the smile carrying in his voice.

Snapped from his moment of introspection, Leon's eye twitched in annoyance, jaw clenching in tandem. However, he decided to take a few deep breaths and keep his mouth shut to avoid giving his unwanted companion any more encouragement. He placed the knife back in its sheath, assured that, for now, they didn’t have any distasteful company waiting to ambush them again.

“Tough crowd,” Luis mused quietly to himself, as he fell in step with Leon.

The mineshaft was filled with the squelch and crunch of their shoes through the mix of mud, dirt, and rock that composed the floor, their breaths an uneasy accompaniment to the sounds which echoed off the walls. Suddenly, Leon stuck his arm out and Luis promptly walked into it with a soft ‘oomph’.

Instead of replying with some sort of complaint, Luis remained still, both of them straining their ears for anything out of the ordinary. The moment was suddenly imbued with a tense stillness, that is until the sound of falling stones paired with some soft skittering reached their ears.

Both men braced themselves, Luis’ thumb pressing over the safety of his gun in a self-assuring motion while Leon’s hand went back up to his sheathed tactical knife.

A small flurry of fur skittered straight past them.

With a start, Luis blinked while Leon let out a small sound of disgust. It was just a rat. A shiver ran down Leon’s back, memories of the breakout in Racoon City flashing through his mind; he’d had a particular dislike for the vermin ever since.

Luis was the first to recover, trying his best to go back to his relaxed posture in order to downplay the spike of anxiety that had gripped him at the prospect of fighting with yet another wave of the infected. “Don't worry, I'll protect you from the unruly beasts of this land,” he claimed in a grandiose tone, grinning at Leon before grabbing a discarded piece of what looked like rebar lying on top of one of the dusty crates that sporadically dotted the long tunnels.

He waved the piece of rebar around with a flourish as one would a sword, slightly miscalculating the span of his own movement and causing it to clang dissonantly against the nearest stone wall. Luis cringed slightly at the sound, which seemed to bounce down through the mineshaft, as he gingerly began setting the piece of rebar back where he got it. The apologetic grin he shot Leon did absolutely nothing to salvage his dignity.

“How about you watch yourself before you poke someone's eye out, Don Quixote?” Leon said, unimpressed by the other man's theatrics. If any Ganados were lying in wait further ahead, they were certainly fully aware of where they were now.

After Leon spoke, Luis looked like he had just been slapped in the face and the American wondered what sort of cultural faux-pas he could have possibly committed now.

“Don Quixote, not Don Quihote” Luis stressed the name the Spanish way (which to Leon sounded like he was trying to hack up a lung), before repeating the way Leon had said it in an exaggerated American accent.

Leon rolled his eyes in response. “Yeah, what I just said,” his voice was even and uninterested, feeling particularly argumentative at the moment despite knowing full well that he had not said it the way Luis had. Perhaps it wasn’t the most mature reaction – certainly not one befitting a trained agent – but he felt entitled to let off some steam, considering the current situation.

Luis didn't look like he was going to let go of this anytime soon. “Don't fuck me,” he said in an annoyed tone.

“What?” Leon's eyebrows rose, taken aback by the statement. The out-of-place comment had made him completely forget what he was even going to try and argue about.

The Spaniard seemed to think through what he had just said and his cheeks reddened in embarrassment, trying his best to save face. “No me jodas, however you Americans say it.” He waved his hands around dismissively, something Leon had noticed he did whenever he was particularly irritated.

Leon tried his best to stifle a chuckle, “Well we certainly don't say ‘don't fuck me’, we say ‘don't fuck with me’.”

Luis’ flushed face gave no indication of calming down anytime soon, “Calladito estás más guapo, Yanqui,” he muttered, shouldering past him and scoffing. He didn’t seem to appreciate the light jab at his mistranslation. As opposed to Leon, he didn't try to mask his sulking.

“So you think I'm handsome?” Leon asked, his tone not unlike the one Luis had used with him after supposedly ‘complimenting’ his ruined shirt. For once, he felt as if he’d managed to turn the tables on the Spaniard, giving him a little taste of his own medicine. Ironic that Luis was able to dish it out but not take it.

“As I said, only when you’re quiet,” the other replied, fixing him with a glare as he looked back. His shoulders hunching further as he practically stomped away now.

A conflicting feeling twisted in Leon’s gut, but he had no time to contemplate it as Luis got further and further away from him. Now it was Leon's turn to jog behind the Spaniard, reaching out to grab his shoulder and stop him from advancing alone. “Hey! Hold on,” Leon sighed then, seeing Luis’ annoyed glare, realising he’d have to swallow down his pride. While they hadn't started off on the best of terms – and he only trusted Luis as far as he could throw him – they were both stronger together. The man had helped him safely navigate this hellhole on more than one occasion, despite how easily he managed to push his buttons.

Leon let go when Luis finally turned around to face him, holding his arms out as one would when trying to placate a distrustful animal. “We need each other. I got your back, you got mine. How about that, Don Quixote? Truce?” Leon tried his best to say the name correctly this time.

Luis’ sails seemed to lose wind, even he had to admit there was strength in numbers, and the marginally better pronunciation of his favourite literary hero seemed to be the perfect balm to soothe his wounded pride. “Truce,” he said, before gesturing to let Leon lead the way again.

They walked on in silence for 2 blissful minutes, Leon slowly beginning to relax and feeling the tension drain from his shoulders. However, just as quickly as he began silently thanking the reprieve, his foot slipped a little as he walked forward. He let out a small sound of surprise, stumbling over his feet before his training kicked in, tucking into a less-than-graceful forward roll to prevent falling flat on his face.

A chortle escaped Luis' mouth, the truce quickly having been forgotten. Without missing a beat, he spoke up, "Leon Kennedy, top secret agent and rescuer of presidents’ daughters, defeated in Valdelobos by some pebbles."

Maybe it was the fact that he'd felt like a fish in a barrel ever since he’d stepped foot into this cursed village, but Leon was not and had not been in the mood for jokes for the last 24 hours. The seemingly innocuous comment was the straw that broke the camel's back, the irritation that had been steadily brewing finally came back in full swing and spilled over. So, he didn’t even think before standing up and roughly pinning the Spaniard against the cave wall with his forearm, knocking a huff out of the smug man.

Letting out a weak wheeze of laughter, Luis' grin remained firmly in place. "My, my Leon. Si querías darme duro contra el muro, you could have told me sooner."

While Leon's Spanish – as proven before with the Don Quixote debacle – wasn't the best, he was pretty sure he’d understood what Luis meant. For some reason, the smug bastard was mocking him for not smacking him against a wall sooner. The bitter taste of having swallowed down his pride to try and come to some understanding with Luis made his lips pull down into a scowl. Lord knows he’d tried to keep it civil, but the Spaniard only found incessant ways to try and goad him into senseless bickering and fights at every turn.

For now, he had the upper hand, with Luis pinned as he was against the cool rock walls, so he raised an eyebrow and let out a sardonic laugh. "Been wanting to do it for a while now, Luis. It's a miracle I've been able to hold myself back."

Hearing Leon's response, Luis' eyes widened slightly, a flustered chuckle escaping his lips as he didn’t seem able to meet the other’s eyes. He tried raising his arms slightly, mainly in an attempt to de-escalate the situation, just as he had done back in the cabin. “I don’t think you understood what I meant, Yanqui,” Luis’ voice still had a tinge of amusement despite his nervous grin. Leon wanted nothing more than to fully wipe that grin off his face.

Therefore, Leon did what he did best and leaned forward, narrowing his eyes to try and intimidate his companion and appropriately cow him into some form of deference. He gave him a once-over, putting some more pressure against Luis’ chest with his forearm to drive the point home. “Oh, believe me, I fully understood what you meant.”

While technically a lie, he wasn’t going to give in now that he had an advantage and – if Luis’ stunned expression was anything to go by – he certainly had it now. Leon couldn’t fathom why Luis would be so shocked at this revelation. Did he simply underestimate how irritating he could truly be?

“You did?” Luis’ voice cracked slightly, then quickly caught himself before clearing his throat, licking his lips nervously. His eyes searched Leon’s face, then he lifted an eyebrow, smirk slowly shifting back into place. His subsequent words came out in an unmistakably seductive purr, completely shifting gears in attitude, “Well, guapo, you're certainly full of surprises. But why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?”

While he'd been waiting for Luis to respond, Leon had been thinking of a thousand comebacks to say, but the word the other man had used brought all his thoughts to a screeching halt. The arm he'd been using to pin Luis with slackened as he tried to replay their entire interaction in his head.

He quickly became aware of how close their faces had been throughout their little exchange, and his eyes traitorously flicked down to look at Luis' lips briefly. "I, uh–” Leon began lamely, falling short of anything else of value to add. He could feel his face heating up, slowly realising that he’d probably claimed to have understood some sort of proposition and, most importantly, enthusiastically reciprocating the sentiment.

The sudden tension felt palpable enough that Leon was sure he could have cut it with his knife. He was out of his depth, and now had to fess up to having deeply misunderstood whatever the other man had suggested. However, the more he glanced at Luis and his smile, the more he wanted to just shut him the hell up and wipe the smirk off his face again. He hadn’t ever understood the adage of ‘think before you speak’ as fully as he did right this moment. His mind was running a mile a minute, coming up with increasingly hare-brained scenarios to try and just come out on top in this absurd situation.

Something in his gut twisted again, the same feeling that had pushed him to follow Luis after poking fun at him. Yet this time, the instinctual feeling just unhelpfully told him to do something, anything, in response. As he turned the thought over in his head, he couldn’t help but feel as if he was running against the clock to make a decision. However, as his eyes travelled down once again to stare at the devilish grin on the other’s face, he felt as if the answer to his dilemma had been clear all along.

“How eloque–” Luis began before being promptly interrupted when Leon grabbed a fistful of the infuriating man’s leather coat and practically smashed their lips together. It certainly wasn’t his finest moment of critical thinking, nor did it start as a particularly great kiss: Leon hadn’t exactly been going for finesse, instead opting for mindless force just to get the other to stop talking.

A grunt of pain reached his ears and Leon could suddenly taste the tell-tale coppery taste of blood. Shit, he’d fucking split Luis’ lip. America’s finest, a taunting voice in the back of his head – that had a suspiciously Spanish inflection – provided unhelpfully.

Leon quickly pulled away, feeling like an idiot. As he opened his eyes, which he hadn’t even realised he’d squeezed shut, he saw Luis looking dazed. “Fuck, sorry about, um,” he hesitated, looking at the blood slowly blooming from Luis’ lower lip.

Hands suddenly bunched up his shirt and, from the rough motion, Leon thought Luis might try to headbutt him. Instead, Luis clicked his tongue – dismissing the apology without a second thought.

“Cállate y bésame, yanqui.”

Well, he certainly understood what those words meant this time, and Leon couldn’t think of anything else besides doing as he was told; the mission immediately falling down in his current list of priorities. The one at the top of his list right now consisted in getting intimately acquainted with the Spaniard’s lips. This time, he tried to be more gentle, moving his hands to cup Luis’ stubbly jaw and align their lips just right, darting out his tongue briefly to apologetically lick the man’s lower lip.

Luis however, seemed to have an entirely different set of priorities as he hungrily took as much as Leon would give. The metallic tang of blood and stale cigarettes mixing in his tongue should have been unappealing, but it only served to make the experience all the more exhilarating. The unwelcoming surroundings fell away as all Leon could focus on was Luis, his demanding lips chasing his own paired with wandering hands holding him intoxicatingly close.

When Luis pulled away to catch his breath, Leon moved his lips down to his neck, nipping at it with a demand of his own. A strangled moan fell from Luis’ lips, and in response hooked his fingers through the belt loops of Leon’s trousers, pulling their hips flush against each other.

A gasp was ripped out of Leon as the electrifying friction caused a bolt of pleasure to run down his spine. “F-fuck,” he couldn’t help but stutter, leaning his head against the other’s shoulder and exhaling sharply into the crook of Luis’ neck.

“That’s the plan,” the smug bastard managed to reply, shivering as Leon took the opportunity to suck arbitrary marks into the tender skin of his neck. He nosed at the thin fabric of Luis’ shirt and leather jacket, trying to reveal as much skin as possible without moving away to use his hands. Just like that, Luis was like putty in his hands. As he pulled away from his impromptu exploration of the other’s skin, Leon felt incredibly smug seeing how dishevelled and out of it the Spaniard looked.

“Is that what your previous sentence meant?” Leon asked curiously, wanting to know what the hell he’d previously agreed to. He couldn’t help but feel annoyed that he’d understood the words individually, but not the way their meaning changed when used together in a different context.

Luis sighed, cracking one eye open as if annoyed that Leon had stopped. “I thought you said you’d ‘fully understood’ what I meant,” he replied rather unhelpfully.

Figures that the infuriating man was still infuriating even after being kissed breathless, Leon thought to himself. “Humour me,” he insisted, refusing to let Luis keep such pointless information secret.

The dark-haired man let out a whine of frustration as his eyes fluttered open fully. “Yanqui, how about you shut up and finish what you started?” he asked in a slightly irritated tone, reaching his arm out to try and pull Leon back.

At that moment, Leon saw the perfect opening, grabbing Luis’ arm and manoeuvring it so that Luis was forced to turn around. From the corner of his eye, he saw a sturdy-looking crate, so he pushed Luis towards it and bent him over it with one arm pinned behind his back. Grinding his hips forward, Leon heard Luis let out a desperate sound as the motion pushed the man’s hips against the unforgiving wood. It protested and creaked under the added weight, but seemed to hold well enough.

“My name’s not ‘Yankee’,” Leon growled out in a tone he hadn’t even been aware he could make. When Luis failed to reply beyond a few mumbled expletives, Leon rolled his hips forward again and Luis swore he could almost see stars.

“W-what?” Luis replied unintelligently, his train of thought violently derailed by the growing need between his legs.

Leon leaned forward so his chest was flush with Luis’ back before letting his free hand sink into the silky strands of dark-brown hair, pulling gently so that he could go back to lavishing the other’s neck with slow, hot kisses and bites. "If you're gonna ask for something," he mumbled thickly into the crook of Luis’ neck. "Then you should use my name," Leon’s fingers squeezed together tighter, pulling on the brunet’s hair with more firmness.

If Luis had been standing, he was sure his knees would have buckled by now. "L-Leon," he conceded weakly as he swallowed down the moan that wanted to fall from his lips. Just like that, Leon released his arm, taking a small step back to stop crowding Luis into the crate. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Luis took the opportunity to place both his hands down on the edge of the crate, making himself slightly more comfortable. Despite the fact he wasn’t facing Leon, he could almost feel the American’s gaze raking over him and couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation.

His heartbeat was a loud roar in his ears, and yet… nothing happened, making Luis turn his head at an awkward angle with a quizzical look on his face. "What are you waiting for, Y–", he began to say before stopping. "... Leon?" he corrected himself, a nervous grin on his face.

“Maybe for you to show some manners,” Leon took the brief moment of distance between them to quickly rip off the velcro from his tactical gloves, taking them off and placing them on a taller crate to Luis’ left.

Despite the lack of smile on the agent’s face, Luis could tell Leon was eating up the minor victory like it was cake. He had to say he was pleasantly surprised – he didn't think the American had it in him to be such a bastard. But Luis had certainly been one for longer, so he took Leon’s distraction as the golden opportunity to grind back into him, startling the American so that a low hiss of pleasure escaped his lips, forcing his hands to fly up to Luis’ waist to steady himself.

“I remember telling you that you were more handsome when you were quiet,” Luis’ jacket had hiked up during their desperate rutting against each other, so Leon's hands were now spread across the fabric of his thin white shirt which was now barely tucked into his trousers.

Leon’s hands were cold and rough, even through the fabric of his shirt, a delicious change from the stifling warmth of his old leather coat. “Are you always this fucking insufferable when looking for a quick fuck?” Leon ground out after roughly grabbing at Luis’ waist. Luis would be a liar if he claimed the nearly-bruising grip around his hips and the slightly mean bite in Leon’s voice didn't go straight to his dick.

Luis scoffed. “Are you always this turned on by the sound of your own voice?” he bit back smugly, trying to downplay how much the other’s actions were compromising his ability to think straight.

Leon hummed softly as he leaned forward again, letting his hands burrow underneath both the leather coat and crumpled shirt Luis was wearing. Calloused fingers traced half circles onto sensitive skin torturously slowly, making Luis squirm in place. “You don’t seem that turned off by it yourself,” the blonde remarked, letting his breath fan over the back of Luis’ neck.

He bit his lip, trying to choke back the small noises of pleasure that slipped from him with each tease of Leon's hands. “F-fuck you,” the insult sounded admittedly weak to his own ears, paired as it was with barely suppressed moans and gasps.

Reacting to the insult and the Spaniard’s half-hearted attempt to muffle his own sounds, Leon made an answering sound of disapproval before moving his hands further along Luis’ hips to circle around the front, taking the liberty to also slip them past the waistband of the other man’s trousers. “Hmm, I thought that was the plan…” Leon echoed Luis’ own line back at him bluntly.

Shaking with effort to keep from crying out, Luis proceeded to bite his own hand as Leon’s fingers inched closer and closer, only to be left disoriented when Leon pulled them back once again. “Calientapollas,” Luis practically spat out in frustration.

With dizzying speed, Luis was flipped back around so that Leon was conveniently bracketed between his legs. The wood beneath him creaked in protest again. A firm hand was pressed between his legs now and – unable to close them with the American in between them – Luis couldn't shy away or muffle the resulting moan of pleasure at the contact.

“That wasn't very polite,” Leon's hand squeezed the bulge in Luis’ pants as he spoke, not hard enough to hurt but firmly enough that his subsequent words had added weight to them. “Ever heard of catching more flies with honey than with vinegar?” he said as he levelled Luis with his gaze.

The brunet's mouth was open, panting as his whole body was flushed with desire. He could tell Leon was just trying to drive him to the edge of desperation, to beg – yet he couldn't bring himself to do so. He couldn’t lose just yet. However, with every teasing trace of Leon’s hands across his inner thighs, wandering close enough to excite but not deliver the release that he so badly needed, his pride was slowly but surely being undermined. He squeezed his eyes shut to try and distract himself from what was happening, but if anything it made every brush of skin increasingly maddening.

“Are you the fly in this scenario?” Luis replied scathingly, despite it being clear who had the most control in this situation.

Instead of a reply, Luis felt and heard the familiar sound of his jacket being unzipped, followed by the unbuckling of his belt. He opened his eyes tentatively, leaning his head forward to try and see what Leon was doing. His belt was roughly pulled out in one swift move, leaving Luis feeling distinctly bare despite still wearing all his clothes.

“With the way your mouth is hanging open, I don’t think I’m the one you should be worried about.”

In the dim overhead lighting, Leon’s face was cast in shadow as he looked down at Luis. He leaned back down, their chests flush with each other’s as Luis felt one of his wrists being held firmly in Leon’s calloused hand – the smooth leather of his belt slowly being wrapped around it. God, he wanted those fingers inside him. Instead, he let out a pitiful whine.

“M-mierda.”

The soft exhale of a chuckle brushed over Luis’ face, making goosebumps rise along the back of his neck and travel down his spine. His other wrist was also wrapped with the firm leather belt, then quickly tightened so that they were bound together. All he could do now was drive his hips up to grind against Leon’s hand, his face burning with shame at having so little control of his faculties.

“Hmm, if you won’t ask nicely… maybe I can show you what you’re missing,” Leon whispered hotly against the exposed skin of Luis’ chest, the traitorous buttons he had left loose failing to protect his skin from Leon’s wandering lips. The implication alone nearly broke Luis, but he held to the final vestiges of his pride, stubbornly ready to hold out until the end.

Letting out a confident chuckle that he didn’t truly feel, he grinned down at Leon, trying not to reel at the sinful expression and darkened blue eyes that met his own. Swallowing thickly, he tried his best not to stumble over words. “Be my guest,” he said with as much bravado as possible. God, he was definitely fighting a losing battle here.

The permission was as good as any, and Leon’s hands lost no time in undoing the button on the Spaniard’s trousers, unzipping them and dragging them down to his knees, causing him some restriction of movement. With a hand on Luis’ hip to keep him from moving too much, he leaned down to begin kissing along his waistband, his free hand cupping him through his briefs which were already embarrassingly stained with precum.

In response, Luis threw his head back, letting out a strangled moan as he tried to move his bound wrists down to bat Leon’s hand away from the sensitive area. The hand moved away, only to leverage his bound wrists up above his head.

“Keep them there,” Leon said gruffly and Luis couldn’t help but nod mutely, his mind swimming.

At his compliance, Leon gently began to rub idle patterns into Luis’ hip with his other hand before going back, his mouth moving teasingly against his briefs.

“Dios,” Luis groaned, dragging out the vowels as his panting and whining echoed off the cool rock walls. The sensation was almost too much and not enough, his arms strained as he tried his best to keep them where Leon had ordered him to.

He shook as he tried his best to remain still, but Leon used his mouth to torture him with lazy open-mouthed licking and sucking. Luis’ briefs were going to be a mess by the end of this, but the Spaniard couldn’t bring it in himself to care one bit. Fuck the Ganados, fuck Valdelobos – “Fuck, Leon!” he exclaimed as the blonde gave a particularly vigorous suck through his briefs. Luis nearly saw static as he squeezed his eyes shut, but the rising wave fell short when Leon immediately removed his mouth before he could fall over the edge.

“Someone’s desperate…” Leon hummed, looking entirely too pleased with himself. Taking in heavy, ragged breaths, Luis tried his best not to whine like a dog desperate for attention. After calming down somewhat, he couldn’t even muster the energy to protest the American’s retreat. He was starting to notice a pattern with him – Calientapollas, he thought to himself again. However, the feeling of his briefs being dragged down his legs to join his trousers promptly distracted him, as he tacitly shifted his hips to make their removal easier.

Looking down, he noticed Leon patiently waiting, face tantalisingly close to his flushed cock which was now definitely standing at attention. Eager blue eyes stayed trained on him as Leon wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, then calculatingly licked a long stripe right up to the tip. Luis' thighs shook with the effort to keep still, the long-awaited word finally falling from his lips as his chest rose and fell with the desperation of a drowning man. “Please, p-please, mierda,” he moaned wantonly now, the words rushing out of him with the fervour of devout man’s prayer.

The words didn’t fall on deaf ears, and Leon began to kiss a trail down from Luis’ hip to the base of his cock, leaving a trace of wetness that made Luis shiver, the conflicting mix of cold and heat on his skin almost intoxicating.

Leon’s hand stroked him lazily up and down as he kissed the underside of the shaft, “Well when you ask so nicely…” he mumbled into Luis’ sensitive skin. Luis practically keened with delight. Finally reaching his destination, Leon stopped his hand at the base only to open his mouth and slowly circle the tip with his tongue a couple of times.

There was a brief pause as Leon and Luis’ eyes met, and whatever Leon saw in the other’s eyes must have satisfied him, because he moved to finally wrap his lips around the flushed head. As soon as he wrapped his lips around it, Luis let out a mix of nonsensical words and sounds in response. The Spaniard closed his eyes once again, trying to regulate his breathing.

When Luis adjusted to the tight, wet heat of Leon’s mouth he felt like his brain had temporarily turned into mush. With every controlled movement taking him further and further in, he could barely string enough words together to make coherent sentences.

“Joder,” Luis bit his lip, Leon’s hand on his hip keeping him from mindlessly fucking into his mouth, “that’s it, no pares.” The dark-haired man’s fingers twitched as he grappled with the longing to card them through the other’s hair.

Leon couldn’t keep a smug smile from tugging at his lips as Luis seemed to lose the ability to truly focus on what language to use. He pulled away with a sinful pop to go back to teasingly lick along his shaft, hand moving slowly to help make up for the decrease in stimulation.

With the more moderate sensation, Luis was able to be marginally more coherent. Despite the irresistible urge to keep his eyes shut and enjoy every brush of skin and the mounting pleasure, he managed to half-open his eyes, letting out a weak chuckle as he noticed Leon’s grin. “Ah– guess you’re finding the humour in our situation now?” Luis tried valiantly not to stammer his words, his accent thicker now that he wasn’t fully focusing on making his vowels and consonants sound just right.

Instead of dignifying his question with a response, Leon moved back up and took Luis’ cock fully into his mouth in one swift move, letting it hit the back of his throat.

“Puta madre,” Luis moaned as he tried his best to hold it all in, his hands desperately grasping at thin air while trying to focus. The dull ache of his nails against the palms of his hands barely distracted him enough to keep it from ending all too soon.

Leon moved his head shallowly up and down, gagging faintly whenever Luis hit the back of his throat. He was sure that if the blonde’s mouth hadn’t been stuffed at the moment, he’d have found a way to voice some unfunny remark back at him. “Leon, Dios, me voy a correr si sigues así,” he groaned, voice tight and desperately hoping that what he meant would at least be understood by the other through the tone of his voice alone. His thighs strained with the effort of holding back.

If the message had been understood, Leon didn’t care, taking Luis again as deep as he could and sucking him further. As soon as he did, it was all over. Luis whined and shook as he felt the wave crash over and take him with it, Leon not letting up until Luis had emptied himself fully in his mouth. He was left twitching with the aftershocks of the sudden climax, and he knew he was probably flushed all over from the exertion of trying to hold out as long as possible. The sounds of the mine had fallen away into a dull thrumming in the background, his face feeling wet with tears of relief he hadn’t even realised he’d shed.

As he slowly came down from the high of endorphins, he saw Leon wipe the corner of his mouth, his lips glistening with spit. The image nearly made Luis’ mind short-circuit again, which he outwardly expressed through an incredulous chuckle. As he lay there, trying to determine whether what had just happened had been a deluded fever dream or not, Leon began taking off his shoulder holster and knife sheath.

Carefully placing the weapons down on the crate he’d placed his gloves on to keep them from getting dirty, Leon took advantage of the opportunity to also remove his shirt, discarding the offending article which had uncomfortably clung to his skin since the altercation with the Ganados earlier. He sighed in relief despite how the cool air of the mine made him shiver.

“Hmm, strip tease,” Luis commented light-heartedly, the words coming out rushed in a lazy drawl as he took the opportunity to shamelessly stare at the American's chest. It looked terribly bare, save for a modest speckling of moles. The sudden thought of leaving a bloom of bruises along the blank canvas presented to him caused him to bite his lip in anticipation. Pulling himself to sit upright, his bound hands reached towards the obvious bulge that the other's tactical trousers could not conceal.

A soft chuckle that sounded more like an exhale of breath left Leon’s lips, “I wouldn’t exactly call it a– ngh,” Leon was interrupted by a moan as Luis pawed at his erection, bound hands then moving to fumble with his belt buckle. As soon as the belt had come undone, Luis’ face lit up in triumph and moved onwards to unclip the tactical belt around the blonde’s waist, but Leon’s hand unexpectedly stopped him.

Taken aback, Luis looked up only to notice Leon’s flush as he looked down at him with conflicted eyes. Luis hung his head to the side like a puppy being refused a treat. “Please?” he said, dragging out the first vowel slightly as he remembered how much the American seemed to enjoy hearing him ask nicely.

Leon swallowed thickly, lips parting as he took a shaky breath. “We –” he struggled to find the right words, “the mission –” his hand travelled from Luis’ hands to his jaw, tracing his thumb apologetically through the other’s five o’clock shadow.

Ah, so that was it, in the heat of the moment Luis had completely forgotten that there were higher stakes at play. Leon seemed to have done so as well, at least momentarily, considering how eagerly he’d participated. They had to get to his lab, they had to save Ashley; the list of priorities grew taller and taller the more Luis thought about it. However… his eyes glanced down once again at Leon’s strained trousers and his brain skipped immediately to the bargaining stage as he refused to accept the impending death of this moment between them. No matter how much he wanted to mend his wrongs, he’d always been a selfish man.

He leaned towards Leon’s gentle touch. “We can make this quick, yes?” Luis murmured, his bound hands moving back to trace ever so gently across the other’s tented pants. Maybe when this was all over they could enjoy something more languid, for now, all they needed was to let off some steam. Luis could almost imagine the fresh air outside, the stifling cave air seeming sweeter for a brief second.

Two rough hands pulled him up from his shoulders, forcing him to stand up as he nearly stumbled into Leon due to the bunched-up fabric of his trousers and briefs around his knees. Soft lips captured his own before he could even think to mutter a noise, his breath hitched as his heart started racing once again.

“Y-yeah, quick is good,” Leon half-mumbled into the kiss as he pulled Luis’ waist closer. In the fumbling that ensued, Luis moved his bound arms for support around Leon’s neck, keeping them as close as possible while Leon’s hands flew down to efficiently clip open his utility belt. As soon as it was removed, he dropped it on the crate behind Luis, now able to comfortably unbutton his own trousers. With just the button removed, he already felt better, but he couldn’t help but worry about how uncomfortable it would all be for Luis.

The brunet would probably say he didn’t care, but – as irrational as it was – Leon did. “Hands on the crate,” he said, in as much of a clipped no-nonsense tone as he could muster.

Luis let out a confused sound from the back of his throat but did as asked, chuckling lightly as he was now unable to see what Leon was going to do. “Interesting, what am I being arrested fo–” his facetious words faltered into a breathless moan as he felt Leon’s tongue circle his hole before dipping into the puckered muscle. The movements were insistent, slowly pushing in further and further. Luis trembled with the effort to keep himself upright as he felt himself being worked loose. He felt the blood rush back down between his legs, cock slowly twitching in growing interest at the new sensation.

Leon huffed sporadically as one of his hands travelled down to gently squeeze at his own erection, his hand undoing the zipper and giving him a firmer surface to grind against. He could feel Luis’ walls fluttering around him as the sinful wet sounds joined the amalgamation of desperate sounds coming from both of them.

The dull scratch of Luis’ nails trying to find purchase on the smooth wood of the crate reached his ears. “Fuck me already,” Luis cried out after Leon had been going at it for a while.

He planted a kiss on the small of Luis’ back before moving him from his position against the crate to lean against the cool rock wall instead. Despite the uncomfortable surface, he was relatively confident that Luis’ leather jacket would provide just enough padding to keep it from being painful.

Shaking one of his legs slightly, Luis groaned as he tried and failed to take off the obstructive fabric. “Mierda, take these off,” he practically growled as he leaned close to nip at Leon’s neck and shoulders, fulfilling his fantasy of beginning to marr the other’s skin with red marks.

After quickly stealing a rushed kiss from Luis’ lips, Leon ducked out of his hold to lean down and help Luis fully remove his trousers. One of the fine leather shoes the Spaniard was wearing fell to the ground with a dull thud. Thankfully, the ground in this area wasn’t muddy. Somehow, Leon was sure Luis would have found a reason to complain later if it had. He was more considerate with the trousers, as he held the other’s leg to keep him from stepping on the dirt floor.

Luis removed the back of his remaining shoe with the help of the wall, a chuckle rushing out of him as he looked down at Leon, “What a gentleman”.

Shooting him a defiant glare, Leon took the opportunity in this position to pointedly bite at the soft skin of Luis’ inner thigh. A string of hissed curses ensued above him before he lapped at it to soothe the sting. With the added support of the wall, he stood back up and Luis’ bound arms enthusiastically went back around his shoulders for support. With Luis no longer having to stand on his own, he roughly yanked the other leg of the trousers off before letting them drape over the crate they’d previously used.

With Luis’ legs firmly holding on above his hips Leon was able to shuffle his own trousers and boxer briefs down, albeit with some difficulty, since Luis was taking the opportunity to arbitrarily bite and suck marks into the crook of his neck.

“God, I feel like a piece of meat,” Leon joked in a strained voice as the Spaniard laved and nibbled at his neck.

Pulling back slightly, Luis raised an eyebrow, “I am very concerned about the way you Americans eat meat”.

This prompted a sharp chuckle out of Leon, shaking his head at the weird image in his head. He didn’t have the heart to correct Luis and tell him it was just an expression. Moving on gracefully from the bizarre idea of Americans fondling cuts of meat, Luis continued his trail of bites and soothing kisses, mainly directed at Leon’s neck and collarbone.

Despite the devious distraction, Leon remembered something through the electrifying brush of skin on skin, quickly dipping his unsteady fingers into one of his pockets. From it, he produced an unassuming flat tin, and using his thumb, popped the lid open. The surface of the product inside had a slight dip in the middle where fingers had worked a groove into it from use.

A sharp bark of a laugh left Luis as he looked at the contents of the small tin, “I guess Americans are ready for everything, hmm?” he asked, an amused lilt to his voice. “Date prisa,” he mumbled as he shifted his hips in order to grind his dick against Leon’s abdomen.

Shivering in response, Leon ground his teeth as he fumbled to dip his fingers into the small tin, not caring how much product he was grabbing. He let the tin fall to the floor as soon as the fingers of his free hand were covered in it – he would manage to live without it until the end of his mission. Quickly moving his hand down to his own erection, he had to bite back small moans as the coconut oil he’d fished out slowly melted, providing the much-needed glide and friction he’d mostly denied himself up to this point. He shakily leaned his forehead against Luis, letting out ragged breaths into the smooth leather of the other’s jacket. A few pumps were all it took before he felt like all his nerves were on fire, and he proceeded to roughly push down the waistband of his boxer briefs to finally let his cock free.

Taking one of his hands to support the back of one of Luis’ thighs, he led his tip to the other’s entrance. It was going to sting, but the little preparation was going to have to make do. As soon as he felt it, he started pushing in, using one slow continuous movement to work the other down as steadily and quickly as possible.

“Dios mío,” Luis let out a long whine, throwing his head back as he was slowly getting filled. The stretch definitely made some tears prickle the corner of his eyes and he let out a choked sob once Leon was fully inside, muscles twitching and adjusting at the intrusion while his mouth was open in a silent cry.

Leon was similarly affected, unable to utter any words as Luis took him in until he bottomed out. As soon as that happened, there was no more time to let Luis adjust, so he began moving his hips, shallowly at first, before quickly gaining more and more momentum to unrelentingly snap his hips into Luis’ tight, gripping heat.

The sounds Luis was making were no longer recognizable as words, or perhaps they were words and Leon’s brain was unable to focus on translating. All he knew was that he didn’t want Luis to stop speaking. “Fuck, you’re so good for me,” he panted, sucking sloppy kisses into the other’s neck. He felt dizzy with pleasure, pulling back to blearily look at Luis’ face who had his eyes squeezed shut as his chest rose and fell quickly, each thrust ripping a desperate gasp for air out of him.

“Joder, Leon,” Luis whined, his eyes opening slightly as he looked at the other through thick lashes. Leon felt Luis’ arms pushing against his shoulders, trying to find some purchase to help bounce up and down the other’s cock.

The scene only helped to stoke the heat growing in Leon’s gut as his hips snapped harshly, the feverish sound of skin slapping on skin like a quickened drum's call to action. Luis’ thighs squeezed tightly around his waist, encouraging him on. One of his hands went down to grip Luis’ ass, digging into the soft flesh harshly as he began to run his mouth, “Yeah, you like that don't you?” he rushed in between harsh breaths.

Nodding sharply, Luis continued to speak to him in a flood of words and exclamations that Leon couldn't make heads or tails of. “Sí, sí, dame duro,” Luis moaned, seemingly excited by Leon’s words.

Leon at least understood that part and happily obliged by keeping up the sharp tempo he’d created with his thrusts. “God, you’re taking me so well, greedy slut,” he ground out as he let his thrusts become deeper, pushing against the spot he knew would make Luis see stars.

That managed to pull a sharp cry out of Luis, a few stray tears falling down his face as he gasped out in a broken mix of Spanish and English, “Solo para ti, f-fuck Leon, estoy–” he was interrupted by another sharp gasp. “Close, c-close,” he whined out trying desperately to get his brain to work and let him communicate with Leon.

Thankfully that word was all he needed to understand, and he continued doing exactly what he was doing to get Luis to finish. After a couple more well-placed thrusts, the walls around Leon squeezed and he nearly saw white, letting out a guttural moan as the familiar tension threatened to snap at any moment, “Luis, I'm gonna–”.

“Córrete, córrete, Leon–” Luis moaned brokenly in response, leaning forward so he was right against Leon's ear as his walls started involuntarily twitching and fluttering around him, his untouched cock twitching as it threatened to spill between both their stomachs.

As Luis moaned his name, the world practically fell away for Leon, tension finally snapping as his hips stuttered into Luis. He emptied himself inside, thrusting shallowly as he rode out the high and tried his best to stay upright, taking in greedy gulps of air to calm his racing heart. As his spotty vision began to clear, he let his teeth sink gently once again into Luis’ neck, sucking a final angry mark into the tender skin.

Luis’ back arched as he whimpered in pure abandon, going taut and spilling onto their stomachs before the aftershocks finally settled, then slumping into Leon like a doll with cut strings.

Eternally grateful that they'd stayed adjacent to the sturdy crate, Leon stumbled towards it as he strained to place Luis down as gingerly as possible onto it. He tried his best to shuffle his utility belt to the side so that Luis wouldn't be lying on top of the uncomfortable pouches attached to it.

“Prince Charming,” Luis mumbled as they were practically piled into a tangled mess of limbs, Leon carefully holding onto Luis’ legs to keep them from falling against the floor. The Spaniard's bound hands behind his neck kept him close, and Luis took the opportunity to admire the splotchy red marks spread across the American's shoulders and neck.

Leon let out a weak huff of laughter as he tried his best to recover, but hissed as he slowly dragged his sensitive cock out of Luis. “God, we made a mess,” he mumbled to himself, but couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction anyway at the debauched state he had left Luis in.

A soft hum came out of Luis as he pulled his hands from around Leon’s shoulders to lay them against his own chest. “Untie me and I'll help,” he said in a lazy tone that made it clear that he was going to do anything but that.

The blonde rolled his eyes slightly but did as he was asked. He glanced at the reddened wrists that had become chafed due to their vigorous activities. Despite the rush they were in, he planted a soft kiss on the inside of each of Luis’ wrists as a silent apology.

For some reason, despite all they'd done up to this point, this is what managed to get Luis flustered the most. He held one of his forearms against his eyes for a few seconds, unsuccessfully trying to hide how he'd gone beet red. “Joder, realmente es un Príncipe Azul,” Luis mused to himself.

Leon raised a confused eyebrow but didn't comment, he'd had enough Spanish lessons for today.

Fiddling around the pockets of his leather jacket, Luis produced a handkerchief, which would probably be his only contribution to the cause. Leon's suspicions were confirmed when Luis leaned back, supported by his forearms against the crate and watching Leon dab at his own stomach. When he was finished, he rolled his eyes and leaned forward to try and clean Luis up. It was his fault that the Spaniard was dirty after all.

As he was leaning forward, practically face to face with Luis as his hand reached back, Luis shifted to only lean on one of his arms so he could reach forward and squeeze at Leon's pectoral.

“Hey!” Leon exclaimed, nearly yelping at the unexpected contact since he’d been too focused on getting the other cleaned up. He angrily flicked the dirty handkerchief at Luis, dropping it on him to let the Spaniard continue cleaning himself up.

Luis made an innocent face that was terribly unconvincing, considering how much he looked like he was going to burst out laughing at any moment. “They looked at me first,” he claimed, grabbing the piece of cloth and dragging it over his hiked-up shirt and some of his leather jacket as he tried not to giggle.

Leon rolled his eyes as he tucked himself back into his trousers, clipping the utility belt back on and looping his belt through before fastening it. “How about you hurry up instead of wasting time,” he said, taking his stiff shirt and smacking it against the rock wall a few times to let the mostly dry flakes of mud fall away. It wasn't clean by any means, but it was far more comfortable now without the crusted flecks of mud on it. He looked over at Luis as he shrugged on his shoulder holster and tactical knife sheath back to their rightful place.

The smug man was once again leaning back on his forearms, inexplicably fully dressed. “You love to rush me don't you,” Luis commented in a playful tone, legs spread as he looked like he was eating Leon up with his eyes alone. All he needed now was a cigarette between his lips to look like the embodiment of sin.

Not even dignifying the statement with a scoff, Leon turned to continue making his way through the mineshaft. They'd already gotten side-tracked enough, now they needed to make up for lost time. Not too far down, the passage opened up into a significantly more spacious cave, stalagmites and stalactites adding to the texture of it. At a brief glance, Leon noticed an empty minecart waiting for occupants mere metres away.

As Luis rushed to stand by his side, his face had a pinched expression, obviously uncomfortable from lightly jogging right after their rigorous activities together. His eyes lit up as he saw the minecart, stepping ahead to start making his way towards what would be their new method of transportation for now. Fortune smiled at him with an opportunity to rest his legs for a while.

Leon held him back slightly, grabbing his elbow to whisper and take care that their voices wouldn't carry in the large cave. “If you're good, we won't need to rush later,” he remarked, then began walking towards the minecart, decidedly not turning around to look at the resulting expression on Luis’ face.

The Spaniard practically dove head first into the minecart, doing his best to sit in the tight space, clearly set on getting both of them out of there as soon as possible. The promise implied in Leon’s statement was too good to pass up.

With a strong, decisive push against the cart, Leon jumped in. And if the flips his stomach made during their minecart thrill ride had nothing to do with the sharp curves they braved with their cart or the terrifying whizzing of bullets through the caves, it was nobody's business but his own.