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Siempre: Chato Santana/El Diablo - Suicide Squad 2016

Teen!Chato Santana (El Diablo) x teen!afab!trans masc!reader, friends to possible lovers, romantic

Chato goes to a party, dragging you along, but you both end up leaving early and spending time alone together.

Editing by the incredible @dragon430. Seriously, could not have done this without her.

TW/CW: racism, transphobia, depressing thoughts, self-doubt, mentions of arson/murder, classism, paranoia.

Word count: 8.4+ K

•

After all the years you’d known each other, Chato knew that parties were not your scene. They’re too loud, have too many people, or are just irritating. You preferred solitude and silence to all the hustle and bustle of parties. But, as much as you disliked parties, Chato also knew that if he pulled out his puppy-dog eyes, he could get you to do just about anything.

You didn’t even have to admit your weakness to him. He knew you too well for you to hide it. And, as good of a friend as he is, he often used it to his advantage to get what he wanted.

Frequently, he’d wondered why you’d fold. But when he got close to what he knew was the answer, he set the thought aside. Chato knew, deep down. He just didn’t want to think about it and what it meant. He refused to acknowledge it for both your sakes.

Slowly though, his resolve was weakening.

The more he used your weakness against you, the closer he got to leaving the answer bare for both of you to witness.

On any other day, you’d be sitting in your room, probably doing homework or reading, but once again, he exploited your weakness. He’d been so adamant and sincere, using his beautiful eyes to entrance you like he knew they would. And, just as he predicted, you couldn’t say no to him. So, Chato had, with all his wicked ways, convinced you to go to some rando’s house for a party.

You’d complained the whole way and even before leaving, but, he’d just flashed you that smirk, something odd but calming in his eyes. It was as if he was saying “don’t worry, I’ve got you”.

It had worked, just like it always had and always will.

The house you were going to was in a wealthy part of L.A. with big houses and pretty lawns. The assholes who owned the place probably hired people like you and Chato, blue collars, to do the yard work and clean their pools. Because, of course, they want to spend all their money on a fancy house and an extravagant pool and bar to one-up everyone else but couldn’t stand to lift a single fucking finger to do any work themselves.

But, maybe that was just the bitterness, resentment, and a tiny speck of jealousy talking.

Though, even if it was, your point stood.

As much as you hated to admit it, this was a part of L.A. people like you and Chato would never be able to get to unless you worked there or were just passing through, as you so regretfully are now.

The two of you, despite your better judgement, walked up to the lavish, clean house. It almost felt like another dimension. Too clean and polished—too different from what you were used to. The neighbourhood had an entirely different culture, and it resonated so deep you could feel it in your bones, setting your nerves alight and urging your flight response to kick in. Every piece of you screamed to leave and find someplace else to go to, and you really would’ve done it if not for Chato. Though, even having him with you wasn’t enough to soothe all your unease.

As you looked around, you noticed the stupid shit that you’d never get to enjoy like them. The people who lived here had nothing better to do with their money than spend it on trivialities like a plain, white-person lawn and fancy door-knockers. While people like you worried about how you were gonna keep a roof over your heads and feed yourselves. It was constant, the fear of which paycheque wasn’t going to last till the next one.

But these people, they did whatever they wanted with their money. Could spend it on whatever their hearts desired. They never had to worry about shit except for when mommy or daddy would hand them their next allowance big enough to buy three of the apartment complexes your family lived in, pushing you out in the process.

It boiled your blood.

And la chica who’d invited Chato was one of ‘em. She was so bored with her perfect life she’d been handed that she’d decided to have some stupid house party and invite a bunch of strangers, probably like Chato, kids who were “different” to her.

She’d obviously only asked him because he seemed “dangerous” and “exotic”. According to Chato, she’d all but said it outright, and when you’d heard that, you’d rolled your eyes so hard that Chato saw nothing but the whites.

Because, you know, it’s not like it’s fucking L.A. or anything and Hispanic/Latino American were everywhere. They were dime-a-fucking-dozen like Black people in Chicago or Detroit, not that little Miss Priss stepped out of her privileged bubble enough to actually know that. Which is exactly the type of person you hated.

Your dislike was something Chato typically shared. Usually, when shit like that happened, he’d tell them to fuck off or blow him or something like that. But, surprisingly, Chato had accepted the invitation this time around.

Told you he just wanted something to do.

“Besides, Chaparro, if we go together, we can hang out and bullshit. You can even annoy me into doing my fucking homework if you want. Got my permission an’ everything,” he’d said.

Though that’s not to say that he wasn’t unsure of his decision. These types of places and people unnerved and irritated him just as much as they did you. He knew he wouldn’t blend in, but, he supposed, that was the point of inviting someone like him as much as he hated to admit it.

If anyone were to ask, he’d choose to stick to boredom as the motive for his uncharacteristic behaviour. But, the fact of the matter was, you were an even better one. Besides, it was worth being uncomfortable and a little on edge if he could get you to have some fun.

And maybe he’d get really lucky and hear you laugh. Get you to bury your face in his chest to stop and hide yourself from everyone else’s eyes, saving the sight of your joy for only him to see. Feeling comforted in the safety of his arms as he can wrap them around you and blame it on the need to keep you steady from your rippling giggles.

That was the dream, anyway. One you were none the wiser to.

Because, in your mind, he could have chosen anywhere, and he didn’t. It was odd, though not entirely out of character. He did like to party, but the crowd and type of people were a big leap out of even his rather large comfort zone.

You knew his choice of location would nag at you all night. But for right now, you chose not to question him. After all, there’s no need to ruin his night, so you’d just let it go and bring it up some other time.

Maybe he just needed a change of scenery or a reason to fight and blow off some steam (literally). Maybe he wanted to show off a little for you or maybe even get you to calm him down. He liked it when you did that, even if he’d never say it.

Whatever the reason, he’d already started to regret his decision, and he hadn’t even made it to the front door yet.

Chato warily watched his surroundings, searching for anything off amongst the well-manicured bushes.

Maybe this was a setup, and when he got too close, a couple of cops would jump out of the bushes, ready to accuse him of something.

It was a stupid worry but a worry, nevertheless. One that rarely left him.

Chato had expressed that anxiety and paranoia to you once or twice, usually when he was stoned and his lips were looser. You’d do what you could to relieve that almost instinctual panic whenever you could. But, sometimes, no matter what you did, nothing seemed to help. This is one of those moments. In a place like this, that people like you could be shot at for just looking in its direction. And all you could do right now was stay close and check on him.

You could imagine that you’re sharing the same thoughts about this whole party. How maybe it was some fucked up prank by the girl who’d invited him. You may not have known her, but from the sounds of it, she seemed like she would pull something like that for her own amusement.

But you knew a bit better than that and beat that thought away. After all, unlike at home, the cops didn’t hang around here that much. No easy way to fill their quotas. But even knowing that didn’t make you feel any better. You knew it wouldn’t make him feel any better, either.

The grim and fearful look on Chato’s face told you plainly what he was feeling. And despite his hands being stuffed into the pockets of his well-worn jeans, you could see them pressing against the fabric, clenching. You knew his knuckles were probably pure white right now, maybe even purpling from his crushing grip.

“Chato.”

He hummed in acknowledgement.

“Will you relax?” You asked, setting your hand on his upper arm. The leather sleeve of his letterman was alarmingly warm. “I swear, you’re more freaked out than I am, and you’re the one who actually likes parties.”

Chato chuckled lightly and glanced over at you; an intense stare that threatened to burn the door down softened as it landed on you. The tension visibly evaporated from his muscles, the extra heat going with it as he threw an arm over your shoulders, continuing his trek to the house.

“Don’ want nothin’ to happen to my favourite person, is all,” he said before looking around again.

His paranoia, while slightly endearing, also worried you. The whole reason you agreed, ignoring the puppy-dog eyes, was because Chato wanted to relax. If he wasn’t, there was no point in being here.

You slipped your own arm around his waist, listening as the asphalt lightly crunched under each step. It was far less than you were used to but still enough to temper your nerves.

“Don’t worry about me, bud. I ain’t a baby.”

Pulling away slightly, you walked along a small crack, trying to do anything to keep your thoughts off of how many people you were gonna find inside. But, you didn’t get far before Chato pulled you close again, like a bungee cord snapping you back to safety.

“I know, Chaparro,” he said, lips twisting into his signature smirk that’s usually paired with the nickname. “I know. You got those big kid pants on.”

You giggled lightly at that, the familiar joke enough to settle your thoughts.

He was good at that. Calming and comforting you, that is. If there was one person you trusted, who you wanted to be comforted by, it would be him. Always.

•

The two of you made your way through the fellow party-goers with red solo cups filled with who knows what. Probably soda or alcohol. Maybe both.

There were mostly rich kids with a few people like you and Chato hanging around. It was almost painfully obvious which was which. The poor kids didn’t have pristine or strategically ripped clothes or nice accessories. The rich kids did. You were pretty sure you saw some kid with a Rolex, for fuck’s sake. What teenager has a fucking Rolex?

You died a little inside as you watched the people around you. The differences were too obvious to be anything but disheartening.

But, despite the cups and people, it wasn’t like all those parties in movies and shows with so many people it was impossible to walk around. There were still enough to make you regret coming, though.

And while the number of people was less than expected, the loudness made up for any absences, especially near the TV where a bunch of people crowded around two others playing some racing game. The sound system was expansive, too. Wires and speakers were strung and stationed everywhere to give the sound that extra boom it needed to be heard by everyone in the house.

In short: it was sensory hell.

Turning to Chato, you watched him grimace.

There weren’t a lot of kids like you roaming around. But the ones that were looked as uncomfortable as you felt.

None of you had any idea how to act in this strange and alien world.

If the cops received complaints about this place, you all would be the first to go. They would probably think you were drug dealers or some shit. Anything they could to make the trip worth it.

“We can leave if you want,” you whispered into his ear, a hand on his chest to keep yourself steady as people hustled by. “I know I want to.”

Chato shook his head. “No,” he swallowed before taking a deep breath. “No, I can’t just leave without at least saying ‘hello’ to Leina. I did agree to come, after all. And Abuela always says: you should always thank your host.”

You gave him an inquisitive look. Not about his abuela’s saying but about the name he dropped. It sounded vaguely familiar and ignited a tickle in the back of your brain, trying to drag up any memories you had of it.

He turned slightly as he felt your gaze on him, and he, undoubtedly, froze that very second. For a moment, he was lost in your eyes, and scarily enough, he wanted nothing more than to stay lost and forget the world around him, around you both. To hold you tight in his arms and never have to let go, to feel your gentle, loving hands caress his inked skin hidden to all but you, to kiss those lips taunting him to do so, and, Dios, did he want to. But he knew that wasn’t possible, so as quickly as he had fallen, he dragged himself back up and into reality.

At your pressing and slightly confused stare, he feared that he’d made things awkward in his silence. He quickly reminded himself again and again of his place in your life. That place was not of lovers permitted to fall into each other but as friends who shared jokes and homework answers. That was all he was and all he could be, no matter how else he felt.

“La chica, who invited us?” he clarified after finally finding his voice and forcing himself to focus on literally anything but your lips.

You mouthed an ‘oh’ before nodding. “Oh, yeah. Her. Lo siento, couldn’t find the effort to care to think about remembering her name.”

Chato chuckled to cover up the cough to clear his suddenly dry throat. Shaking his head, he pulls you ever closer, close enough to kiss, not that he could muster the courage to do it. “That, mi amigo, was a very confusing sentence.”

You couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine at his warm touch. If you could, you would spend all day wrapped in his arms, safe and secure, with no other worry in the world. And while you get that sometimes, you can’t help but want more. To see his eyes filled to the brim with adoration of the romantic sort while his lips whispered sweet nothings for you alone to hear before he lowered himself to kiss–

Mentally, you slapped yourself for thinking about him like that.

You’d recently found your mind wandering to it more and more, and you weren’t entirely sure how to stop it. Usually, a nice mental slap to your face was enough to clear the haze, but that took a while to get through, so you can’t really do that here. Thinking quick on your feet, a trait you rarely possess, you quickly covered it up with a smile and let him keep you close.

His eyes never left yours, making no move to pull away, and you’re almost tempted to risk everything and close that little gap between you both.

Right up until some asshole bumped into you. This resulted in Chato quickly switching into “asshole mode” himself, as you’d affectionately started to call it.

“Oye, gilipollas, watch it!” he shouted at the boy, arm unravelling from your waist to be shoved in the other guy’s direction.

The other boy shrunk back, obviously not used to people being so aggressive. He was scrawny and wore baggy—and clearly expensive—clothes.

You didn’t know why that had set Chato off. It was a slight bump, if that, and an accident. But Chato had been on edge even before you got here.

That moment, just a few seconds prior, had been the calmest he’d been since arriving.

Besides, right now, the only thing that mattered was making sure Chato didn’t get hurt or arrested. You couldn’t bear the thought of that happening.

“Chato,” you said, pulling at one of his outstretched arms. “Let it be. He didn’t see us. It’s fine.”

“The fuck it is!” he snapped, lips curling into a snarl that had the other boy practically pissing himself.

His letterman jacket started to smoke as it smothered the flames beneath, and you took it as a sign to stop him before he decided to burn the whole place down.

Grabbing Chato’s shoulder, you yanked him back, glare turned at him with enough fire to counter his powers. “Fucking chill, Chato.”

If you were anyone else, he’d have burned you for that. But it was you, and hurting you was the last thing he’d ever do. You knew he’d never be able to live with himself if he harmed you. Chato hadn’t ever said it, but he didn’t need to.

A few other teens had started rubbernecking which earned them a sharp glare from you. They got the picture and swiftly went back to minding their own business.

Chato, meanwhile, roughly pulled away from you for fear of hurting you, mumbling in Spanish under his breath as he paced in circles. It worked to calm him down a little, and thankfully, the other boy ran off, taking the hint to run while he still could.

You turned to face your still angry friend, staring for a minute to measure his state.

He rolled his shoulders back, refusing to meet your gaze. He was embarrassed for losing his cool like that. But he was the hothead. Still, your disappointment was too painful to meet.

“Maybe we should leave,” you said, resisting the urge to cover your eyes. His heat waves could be pretty powerful at times like this.

“No,” Chato responded, tone clipped but noticeably calmer than before. “Estoy bein.”

You nodded.

When Chato wanted to do something, he tended to be rather stubborn about it. It was easier to let it be and watch him; pull him out when you needed to and all.

“Okay. But let’s not do any drinking tonight.”

Chato rolled his eyes, but his annoyance was betrayed by the small smile on his face. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like your concern for him. “Whatever you say, jefe.”

To be frank, he hadn’t wanted to drink anyway. He didn’t trust whatever the alcohol would let slip especially after the last time when he’d almost confessed. Besides, when he was with you, he didn’t want anything else to take up his time. You were it for him, all he needed.

•

A few minutes later, Chato saw Leina talking to some people. They put scraps of paper into two hats, one blue and the other red.

Leina happily, and awkwardly, waved them away.

Chato gently touched your back and guided you over to her. He did not want to deal with her alone. The first few times were more than enough.

“Hola, Leina,” Chato said with a strained smile. It refused to meet his eyes.

Leina looked over and grinned. “Chato, you made it!”

He nods stiffly, not really looking at her. His hand dropped from your back, and he tucked it into his pocket.

Oddly, your back felt cold without his hand there. No, not cold. More like empty. You chalked that up to Chato’s powers and his supernatural warmness. Something in the back of your mind said otherwise, but it was easy enough to ignore for now. You’d gotten rather good at that, actually.

Ignoring it, you stood there and crossed your arms. Your eyes fell to the floor, trying to stay out of this interaction as much as possible.

You weren’t the one invited anyway; Chato was. He had just brought you along. So, technically, it was up to him to make introductions.

It’s one of the informal norms you’d learned about in some random book you were reading. And, at times like this, it was one you were willing to abide by if it meant you wouldn’t have to talk to this chick.

“And who’s this?” Leina asked.

Mierda.

You could feel her looking at you, but your gaze remained rooted to the ground.

“Y/N, my best friend,” Chato said. “We rarely go anywhere without each other.”

His gaze drifted over to you as he watched a small smile creep onto your face.

His words were enough to give you the courage you needed to glance up at Leina in all her rich, white bitch glory.

Leina looked you over with a critical and clearly judgemental gaze. Her genuine smile had turned into something strained and oddly malicious. Something felt wrong as she looked at you. You couldn’t fully describe what, but everything felt off in your stomach. It was almost like a mouse faced with a cat, but the mouse wasn’t quite sure if the cat was hungry or not.

Deciding to push that aside, you squared your shoulders and put your hand out in greeting.

“Hi, Leina. It’s nice to meet you.”

Leina hummed with that fake smile on her face. “Why’s your voice so high-pitched? I thought you were supposed to be a boy?”

Your jaw clenched, hand dropped in an instant at the obvious jab.

It wasn’t the worst you’d gotten, but it hurt nonetheless. It wasn’t like you didn’t know.

“I am. Unfortunately, I’ve got a girlish voice. Genetics: They suck,” you joked, trying to play it off.

It came off as awkward, which was pretty much your life’s synopsis at the moment.

“Riiight, sure.”

Her sarcastic tone grated your ears like nails on a chalkboard. But again, you pushed it aside with little but a slight wince.

Chato wanted to stay and have fun. And if you had to put up with Leina’s bullshit for him, you would.

At not getting the rise she was aiming for, she quickly turned her attention back to Chato. “You gamble?”

“¿Qué?” Chato asked, confusion lacing his voice at the switch in her attitude and the abruptness of her question.

Leina giggled and set the hats she’d been holding on a nearby table. “Are you willing to gamble? We’re gonna play 7 minutes in Heaven. Everybody puts their name in a hat. One person from each hat gets chosen to go into the closet together for 7 minutes. Or do you need that translated?”

You rolled your eyes and folded your arms again. As much as you wanted to say something, you knew that Chato preferred to stand up for himself.

And, as always, he did.

“Translated? Seriously?” he spat. “You do realise I was born and grew up here, right? Right here, in California. In Boyle Heights, actually.”

You smiled slightly at his snappiness and let your softened gaze wander to him.

The light from the floor lamp not too far away was at the perfect spot to illuminate his head, making it almost seem like a halo was sitting on his buzzed, black hair. His eyebrows furrowed as he glared at her, and there was a slight scrunch to his nose.

It was cute.

No, bad Y/N.

You mentally slapped yourself again before directing your ire back toward Leina.

If what she’d said hadn’t pissed you off so much, you might have felt bad for her.

Most people who angered Chato didn’t usually do it again. There was a damn good reason for that. The guy could get scary.

Watching him for a beat more, you did have to appreciate how good he looked when he was angry at other people. Sometimes, it’s a little sexy… not that you’d noticed.

Leina raised her hands in surrender, Chato’s glare too scalding for her to do much else. “I figured, I just thought—”

“It doesn’t matter what you thought. You’re wrong.”

“Okay, sorry,” she grumbled. “Do you want to play or not?”

Chato deliberated for a moment, letting his anger subside.

This wasn’t about him or what he wanted. Not tonight, anyway. Tonight, he wanted to make you happy and comfortable.

So, he looked over at you expectantly. “You wanna?”

In his eyes, it wasn’t worth it. Not only had she slighted him, which he was used to, but the comment about you had already got him going. Anything revolving you getting hurt always did. He’d have much rather watched Leina burn than stick around. But, he figured, you might want to hang out and have some fun for once. It was your decision. Who was he to take that opportunity away?

You shrugged. “Sure. I don’t get it, but why not, right?”

Leina’s strained smile came back, clearly more eager for Chato to play than you, as she stuffed a piece of paper in your hand without even a glance.

You wrote your name down with the pen she offered. But, as you went to put the scrap into the hat distinctly labelled “boys”, Leina stopped you.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “That’s for the boys, not girls.”

You laughed through your nose a little, already expecting the comment but hoping it wouldn’t come. Sadly, the universe did not answer your prayers. “I am a boy.”

“Hmmm, pretty sure you’re not, though,” Leina said with that smile that didn’t reach her cold, conniving eyes. “Boys don’t look like that.” She gestured up and down at you as if you didn’t know your own body.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you squared yourself. It was just a stupid comment, after all.

Frankly, you were more worried about Chato’s reaction.

You looked over at Chato. His nose was twitching, jaw clenched with a deep-set frown on his face that was so close to turning into a snarl you could count on one finger how long it’d take for that to happen. A light amount of smoke lifted from his shoulders.

His fuse had already been burned rather short today. A few seconds longer, and he’d blow.

You wouldn’t allow that to happen. You couldn’t. It’s what you were there for. To protect him, even from himself and his own short temper.

Without another word, you turned back to her, put the paper in your mouth, and chewed.

Leina jerked back slightly at the rather odd behaviour before a wad of wet paper got spat at her scrunched-up face.

Chato himself was shocked by the action. His fuse had been doused by the hilarity of it.

And this is why I love you. he thought.

“Thanks for the party, perra, but we’ve got to get going,” you said with a smile, wiping the spit from your mouth as you walked away.

Chato followed quickly, desperately trying not to laugh but mostly failing as some quiet chuckles slipped past his bitten bottom lip.

Leina just stood there, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. The wet wad fell to the ground with a small splat.

•

Right as the two of you headed down the stairs, Chato let loose all his muffled laughter.

“That was hilarious, Chaparro.” He stood there with a grin on his face, crinkled in both his nose and around his eyes, as he looked over at you.

Dios, it was cute.

“I mean, the fucking look on her face! That alone was worth coming here.” His hands flailed everywhere as he spoke, that pretty grin of his plastered on his face.

A smile of your own ghosted over you, but it refused to meet your eyes. “Glad you found it amusing.”

Chato’s eyebrows furrowed, his grin faltering into a frown at your expression. “Hey,” he said, “you good, homie? ‘Cause, you lookin’ a little lost up here.” He gently tapped your temple for emphasis.

You shrugged.

Truth be told, no, you weren’t okay. But Chato didn’t need to know that.

After enough years of hearing mierda like that, you were used to it. A little time disassociating usually did the trick, though. At least, until it happened again.

One of Chato’s warm hands laid on your upper arm, squeezing gently. You pretended not to notice, hoping he’d leave it be, but he didn’t.

Fingers drift down your arm, the heat leaving goosebumps in their wake until they eventually settle around your waist. “N/N,” he whispered softly, pulling you closer to where the heat penetrates through the gloom and cold shrouding you. The warmth was appreciated in both aspects. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“Estoy bien, Chato. Prometo.” The words fell from your lips, well-practised in both Spanish and English.

“Then why are you crying, mi todo?” He gently wiped away a tear you didn’t know you were shedding.

You leant into his hand with nothing more than a heavy sigh. That only furthered to worry him.

“N/N, talk to me,” he begged. “Please.”

You meet his eyes, and it felt like you were going to break. The heavy weight that had long since settled on your shoulders seemed impossible to lift right now with his gaze fixed on you. His warm, black eyes searched yours, pleading with you to talk to him as he pulled his hand away to settle on your arm.

Chato wanted to know. You could see it. He wanted to lift some of that weight, shoulder it with you instead of letting you do it all by yourself. You knew it because you felt the same. His problems were yours, and yours were his. Always.

“No lo sé. I’m used to it, but I guess stuff piles up.” You laughed a little at the situation as you wiped more tears away, the first one acting as a catalyst to bring forth the rest. “I’ve heard all of this before, and something this small is what gets to me. Kinda pathetic.”

Chato shook his head. “You are the furthest thing from pathetic, N/N. The fucking furthest. I never met someone so strong, besides maybe mi abuela. But this isn’t about her.”

A small, sad smile surfaced on your face at the comment.

This stupid idiot really loved his grandma.

Chato pulled you into an unbreakable hug, arms tensing to keep you secure in his embrace. The weight of him against you was like Heaven with the leather and cotton of his jacket wrapping you in his scent. Add to that Chato’s unnatural warmth, and you could stay like this for eternity.

“I could burn the whole place down if you want?” he asked, mumbling it into your ear.

You knew if you gave him the go-ahead, he would. But there was no point. It wasn’t the adults’ fault or any of the other teens there. If you were going to exact revenge, you’d do it on the person who wronged you in the same manner as she had. A true eye for an eye.

Then, of course, there was the irrational fear that someone could find out and take him away from you. The thought of that terrified you to the core and outweighed any need for revenge immediately, so you shook your head.

“Okay.” He pulled away slightly as his hands found their way to your cheeks, cupping them silently. “La opción está sobre la mesa. Just say the word, and they’re goners.”

You shook your head again before reaching your hands up and holding onto his wrists. “No, Chato, but thank you.”

The two of you pause, getting caught up in each other yet again. It was as inevitable as the day and night at this point.

“Your eyes remind me of dirt,” you mumbled, trying to pull yourself out of the intoxicating aura of the heartthrob known as Chato Santana.

Chato, surprised, busted out laughing.

Dios, how you loved his laugh. His smile. His, well, his everything, really.

“Lo siento. ¿Qué?”

You shrugged, smiling. “Your eyes remind me of dirt. Like, rich, fertilized soil. The kinda soil that is so dark and rich with nutrients, life is bound to grow there. Like in the Amazon or Nile. They’re so pretty. So… I don’t know, just so you.”

Chato’s grin only further widened, despite the weird compliment. In fact, it was rather tame in comparison to some others you’d given him. “You are so weird, Chaparro.”

“You say it like you don’t love it,” you said.

Chato rolled his eyes, playfully annoyed. “Gracias, N/N.”

“De nada,” you said. “Now, I have to ask, are you okay? After what Leina said to you?”

Chato snorted, accompanied by another eye roll, of course. “La perra es estúpida. Real insults come from family, not some random bitch. It was more annoying than insulting.”

You hummed but watched for any signs of him lying. After a moment of awkwardly (at least on your part) staring into his eyes, there didn’t seem to be any. Thankfully.

He grabbed your hand, letting a smile surface again. “Now,” he said, “how ‘bout we get out of here? Have some fun elsewhere?”

You squeezed slightly before nodding. “Let’s.”

•

Laying on your back with your head pressed against a tree trunk, you stared up at the cloudy, smog-ridden L.A. sky and wondered what it would have looked like before the Industrial Revolution and massive amounts of smoke were introduced to the atmosphere. Was it as entrancing as you’d read? With colours and detail you could only find in remote locations now? Then again, the way some people wrote about the stars way back when, you’d write about Chato and his stupid, pretty eyes now. You couldn’t see what was so hypnotizing about the stars when you had him. Then, you wondered if you’d always have him or if he’d leave you alone with the stars trying to match the way he shines.

Thankfully, your position was very uncomfortable and pulled you from your thoughts. You shifted slightly, grunting at the pain that jolted down your spine. At least it distracted you from the pain that had embedded itself into your heart, though.

“¿Estás bien, Chaparro?”

“Sí,” you said. “Think I’m gonna get a kink in my neck from laying like this, though.”

You rub the back of your neck, squirming at the discomfort while trying to find a more comfortable position to lie in. At least the grass was soft. Though, the tree roots were not.

Chato nuzzled into your stomach for a moment, his nose tracing a path that sent shivers through you. But before you had the time to relish in the affection you so adored, he pushed himself up, sitting on his haunches between your legs.

As soon as his warmth left you, you regretted saying anything.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, frowning. “What are you doing?”

Chato smiled down at you, a street light glinting off his dark eyes and adding sparkles brighter than the stars themselves. “Tryna make you feel comfy, duh.” He slipped off his letterman and folded it into a very flat pillow. He only wore a tank and his silver cross under it. The metal glint drew your eyes to his toned chest it dangled in front of, like a magician's pocket watch, threatening to hypnotize you. For a moment, you thought about grabbing it and pulling him in. “Don’t move,” he said, leaning closer to you.

“Whatcha gonna do? Suffocate me?” You joked, trying to distract yourself from the closing distance.

Chato paused for a second, hand lingering in the air as he pondered your words before slipping the jacket behind your head. “Nah, not my style. If you died by my hand, which’ll never happen, I’d make it quick; so you don’t hurt too bad.”

“Awww, Chato. How sweet.” You playfully jabbed his stomach.

Tried to, anyway. But he was faster.

He knew you well enough to know what was coming. He always did.

Chato’s other hand came down by the side of your head as he caught your wrist in his dominant hand. Despite the roughness of the grab, there was no malice or harshness to his grip. In fact, it was rather comforting, especially after he started rubbing your skin with his thumb.

You wondered then what it’d be like if he was holding your hand instead of your wrist. Maybe he’d rub your fingers or the back of your hand the same way he did your wrist. Maybe kiss it every once in a while? Just to spice things up.

You could only hope.

“Careful, Chaparro; the Devil burns hot when he’s angry,” Chato whispered lowly, the sound reverberating into you.

It did something to you, his tone and even just his words. Something you knew wouldn’t be approved of.

His eyes found yours. And in the light of the street lamps, you could’ve sworn, on all that was unholy and sinful, that there was something behind his eyes. Something that you’d seen before on quiet nights in hidden places and parks like this. Something that sparked a fire in you.

He was good at that. Annoyingly good. Even if he didn’t realize it.

Chato loosened his grip slightly but continued to hover over you. He relaxed a little, too, the untensing of his muscles only bringing him ever closer. Too fucking close, just like at the party. If he got any closer, you were pretty sure you’d break and end up with your lips on his.

You flattened your hand, palm facing his chest, and he rested on it. His tank top was the only thing between the two of you. If you really wanted, you could have even slipped your hand underneath it.

You didn’t, of course. That would defeat the purpose of putting your hand there in the first place.

If it weren’t for the streetlight, you would have thought he was blushing.

You let yourself wonder, just for a moment, if he liked the touch and the closeness and the everything as much as you did.

Chato’s eyes flickered to your lips. Though just as quickly, the trailed back to your eyes, a hint of fear in them. From what, you couldn’t tell.

Even with the white tank top between your hand and his abs, you could feel the lean muscle beneath (or would it be above? Inside? You weren’t sure.). You’d always thought about the calories he had burned every day by running as hot as he does. It did him well. Too well.

You considered pushing upward. Maybe kissing him like you’d always wanted to, feeling him against you as you wrap him in your arms.

But then you’d lose a friend. A good friend. A lifeline. Someone who’d been through everything with you and stuck by you no matter what. You couldn’t. You already had so little. If you lost him, too, you’d have nothing.

“Chato,” you mumbled, not sure what else to say.

You weren’t exactly thinking straight right now. In more ways than one.

Chato just hummed; his eyes flickered to your lips again, almost as if he couldn’t resist. “What is it, Chaparro?”

You tried to think of something to say, but all you could think about was kissing him.

The thought was going to drive you mad one day; you knew it, too. When all you could think about was whether or not his lips would feel nice against yours, if he’d be gentle or rough, if he’d kiss you like a starved man or like you were a delicate flower, it was bound to drive you loco. Would he touch you? Maybe caress your cheek or squeeze your side? Would he want more? Would it mean anything to him?

How couldn’t you go mad when questions like that consumed your waking and resting thoughts?

“N/N?” he asked.

“Hmm?” You looked into his eyes, his warm, soft, and caring eyes. You’d be lying if you said they weren’t one of your favourite traits. “Sorry, you’re eyes are just so… enchanting? Is that the word? No lo sé. They make me feel safe and warm like a hearth. Like I’m home… And they’re so…” Your voice quiets as you trail off. Gently, you cup his cheek, your gaze wandering over his face. He leant into it, eyes fluttering shut as his breathing slows. On instinct, you spoke the words in Spanish. “Tan bonito…”

There was a pause before anything else was said. Chato was so enthralled by your touch, he couldn’t think for a moment.

“Eres bonito,” Chato whispered, breath fanning across your face. His eyes ever so slowly cracked open.

They were still barely open as your eyes locked, hazy with you.

You gasped slightly at his words.

You wanted to believe him, but how? How could someone like him believe that? After all, your body and mind don’t exactly match up. Not in the way you wished they would. And, he’d never shown any interest, not in you or any other guy. Hell, he rarely showed interest in girls.

“Don’t say that,” you whispered. You pulled away from him and his infernal warmth, resting your back against the tree. Chato’s jacket was a rather comfortable seat.

Chato sat up, watching you.

As soon as the words left your mouth, he wanted nothing more than to pull you close and repeat them until you believed him.

“Not to someone like me,” you continued. You refused to meet his eyes and hugged yourself, seeking what little comfort you could find without his warmth. “You want to say that to someone normal. Not a fucked up freak like me.”

“Freak?” He asked. “Chaparro, I was cursed by the Devil himself. If either of us is the freak–” he gently tilted your face to look at him, “–it’s me.”

Your hand found his wrist and pulled it down. Still, you couldn’t muster the courage to let go of it. He was your lifeline, whether you liked it or not.

“You’re just built a little different in a way the rest of the world doesn’t like. That’s all.” He rested a hand on one of your calves, thumb tracing over the bone as his fingers squeeze the flesh in a gentle hold.

His words, as simple as they were, felt good in your chest. But, well, he could be insulting you, and you’d probably still enjoy it as long as he was the one saying it.

You bit your lip and looked up at him. “The same could be said about you, Chato.”

The two of you shared a sad smile, his laced with an underlying concern that you couldn’t quite describe. But you had a feeling there was something similar in yours.

The both of you were trying to lift the other up even if neither of you believed what you were saying.

“You’re not just pretty, you know?” Chato said. “You’re the handsomest guy I’ve ever been lucky enough to see.”

You laughed. “Pretty sure that’s not a word. Also, we live in L.A. There are plenty of attractive men and women around.”

“Not to me, mi cielo.” It was his turn to cup your cheek. The two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Not for long, anyway. It was almost like an undeniable want that burned bright in you both. “While sometimes I had a hard time seeing what I loved about you, I always found it again. I always wanted to find it again. Even when we were fighting over stupid shit.” He smiled gently. “When we were kids, I needed you. I needed a friend. But, as we’ve grown up, I can’t help but want you. I know I shouldn’t. I know I should want some chica with a nice set of tits or a nice ass. But, at night, all I can think about is cuddling with you until we fall asleep or sitting with you on the couch watching something stupid. Sometimes, I think about kissing you and showing you just how much I- well, how much I love you. I dream of it, actually.” He laughed a little at the admittance.

“That’s a little embarrassing,” you said with a smile. You meant no offence and thought it was mind-numbingly sweet. And, truth be told, you often did the same. You were fantasizing about it not that long ago, actually. But still, hearing him say that out loud. It was frightening.

You knew what you were, and it wasn’t a girl or a woman. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t force it on yourself. It wasn’t in your nature. You already knew Chato got shit from his other friends about your friendship. And you were pretty sure his abuela would kill him if she thought something was happening. If things between you progressed, who knew what would happen? Times may be changing, but not that much.

The risks of being trans are enough to scare anyone. It routinely did that to you. You were afraid to even leave your home most days. If someone were to be with you, it’d be like putting a target on their back. Add to that being gay? It was a recipe for disaster.

A disaster you didn’t want Chato to have to go through. He had enough to worry about with his pyrokinesis.

Chato rolled his eyes. “Hush, N/N,” he said. “I’m trying to tell you something important.”

Rubbing the wrist you were still holding, you slide your fingers down until you can slightly grip his hand. You wanted to touch him, feel him close by. Even when he was the source of your discomfort, he felt like the best medicine for it. “I know, I just- I think I’m in shock.” You looked up, relaxing a bit as he rubbed your knuckles.

Dios. That was nice. Real nice. You weren’t sure the two of you had ever done that. Held hands so gently. Sure, you hung on each other like no other, but this just felt different.

“Do you– How do you feel?” he asked like he didn’t already know.

Maybe he just wanted you to say it. In that case, you were happy to oblige.

You almost laughed but held it in for his sake. “Chato, I practically hang off you. I compliment you at every turn. I write you stupid letters and give you whatever gifts I can. You’ve had my heart for years, and no matter how I try to take it back, you rarely let me keep it for long.”

Chato’s face split into a grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling at your confession.

“¿Lo dices en serio?” he asked, slipping into his mother tongue out of habit. After all, his abuela had made sure Spanish was the first language he was taught.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then, can I kiss you?”

You paused for a moment and began to fall into yourself again.

A kiss would make it real. It would solidify things. Speaking them gave them a reality, but acting on them cemented them in this world.

“Chato, I- I don’t know. If anyone finds out—”

“Just one then. Just one kiss. Sólo uno. Then, fuck, we don’t gotta talk about this again until you’re ready. If you ever are.” He sounded so desperate, like a man begging for his life.

You bit your lip and looked deep into those beautiful eyes of his, searching for something. What, you didn’t know. You rarely did. Maybe it was sincerity this time, to make sure he wasn’t fucking with you.

“Okay,” you relented. It wasn’t like you didn’t want this, too.

As soon as the words left your lips, Chato went in. He wasn’t going to waste this chance or wait too long and give you time to go back on it. Chato had wanted you for so long. Well, long in comparison to his rather short life so far.

But in his rush to not waste the opportunity, he kinda fucked up.

While Chato had made the smart decision to tilt his head, he didn’t do it enough. That lead to his nose deciding to awkwardly press into the side of yours which felt weird on your nostril. He also applied a little too much pressure parting his lips enough to scrape against your teeth since your mouth was open.

Despite the surprise and awkwardness, you wanted this, too. Even as the overactive part of your brain kept listing off reasons to not do it. So, you kept going and trying.

Eventually, Chato pulled back and sighed.

He knew it was bad. After all, he’d never done this before.

Still, he met your gaze despite being embarrassed.

You laughed. “Ya know, I don’t think that’s how they do it in the movies,” you pointed out.

Chato couldn’t help but smile.

Of course, you’d play it off like that. It was you, after all.

“We could always try again?” he offered.

You shook your head. “Maybe some other time. I think I need to process these very sudden developments and revelations.”

He nodded before standing. “We should go,” he said. “Abuela is probably losing her mind from worry, and I know for a fact you got shit to do tomorrow.” He offered you his hand. “Speaking of which, can we can do this again tomorrow?” There was a light in his dark eyes, the kind of light that, when it surfaced, seemed to light up the whole world.

You took it and pulled yourself up, taking his letterman with you. “I’d like that. But, we should keep this quiet. Until it’s safer.”

Chato nodded before kissing your cheek. “Whatever you want, mi amour,” he whispered.

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Midway City: Rules are Made for Breaking

Inclusion of my OC Suzanna Walker AKA Fade into the Suicide Squad. She is a former colleague of Rick Flag, a childhood friend of Harley Quinn, a former member of the Joker's gang after his escape from Arkham and Harley’s transformation and now a member of the Task Force X team. She will also be getting up close and very personal with our favourite Aussie, Captain Boomerang.

Description

After the events of the 2016 movie what comes next for Fade

Midway City Part 4 of 4

Warnings

I think every member of the Suicide Squad is a warning all by themselves but to be clear there will be violence, swearing, a complete lack of morals or ethics of any kind at times.Spoilers!... and finally SMUT

Word Count: 6603

“Rise and shine!”

Fade groaned, the noise muffled by her face pressing tightly against the thin mattress of her cot, her one slightly pathetic and stained pillow clamped over her head. It was a vain attempt to block out the steady stream of deafening obscenities spewing from next cell block over without much luck.

Removing her head from under the pillow, her dishevelled hair falling across her face she stared bleary eyed across the room, attempting to discern the source of the voice that had spoken.

A clearly amused Rick stood in the open doorway to her cell, the guards hadn’t bothered to lock it since they’d returned from midway, no point when she could just walk through it any time she liked.

With a deep aggravated sigh of the sleep deprived, Fade rolled over onto her back and swung her legs out to meet the dirty concrete floor with her bare feet, hands reaching up to rub her eyes tiredly as she responded.

“You’re back here quick, world gone to shit already? It’s only been a week”

Rick shrugged and offered a sigh that told her he was no happier about his quick return than she was, no doubt he’d hoped to spend more time with June now she’d been de-witched, courtesy of the Squad.

“World’s always in the shit, but the Squads not being assembled if that’s what you meant. Just a situation here to be dealt with” Rick muttered.

Fade chuckled in response, looking up to his face an amused smirk across her own “You mean Harley’s escape?”

Rick shifted to lean against the door frame, a grumpy look on his face though he eyed her thoughtfully “So you do know about that then? I had wondered”

Fade stretched making all the vertebrae along her back pop with a small wince of relief “I mean that was quite the bang, you think anyone doesn’t know about it?”

He conceded the point with a nod of his head and a thinning of his lips, cocking his head he paused to listen to the jabbering from the next cell block “That Boomerang?” he asked unnecessarily. The man was so loud you could instantly tell it was the Aussie from the accent, and the vibrantly colourful language.

Fade nodded, slumping back against the wall with a yawn “Yeah, he’s been raging since they brought us back and tossed him in solitary”

Rick arched a single eyebrow “That was a week ago”

“I’m well aware” Fade bit out testily “We’re the ones that have been sat here listening to him carrying on”

“He needs to calm down” Rick mused with a shake of his head “It was a mistake to square up to Waller like that”

“You think?” She responded with a snort of derision “Some people just don’t take to captivity that well”

Pulling himself upright again he jerked his head back towards the cellblock through the open door “Walk with me”

“Is that allowed?” Fade teased with another smirk and a raised eyebrow, though she nonetheless rose and slipped her feet into the ugly black crocs that were part of their delightful uniform.

Rick grinned, they both knew full well she could and did just get up and wander around wherever she pleased never mind getting permission “I’m allowing it” he stated unnecessarily.

Shuffling after the soldier with a chuckle, they walked in silence down corridor after corridor until they finally made their way out into the sunshine, Fade blinking back the sting from the harsh light.

Looking around her she realised they were in one of the smaller unused yards, though there had been some additions since she’d last wandered through here. Most notable was the dark green camouflage covered structure in the corner, containing a couple of chairs and a desk of some sort, looking rather like a temporary command tent. Sparing a glance for the rest of the yard she noted the new yet rusty, as all things were in this humidity, basketball hoop set up against the wall, a few weight benches, and some tiered seating across from where they stood, opposite the tent.

“What’s all this Flag?” she murmured, not sure why she was here.

“This is now your exercise yard, just for the task force” Rick announced arms wide as he indicated the new equipment.

Fade scoffed “We prefer Suicide Squad to that task force bullshit. How’d you get Waller to agree anyway?” correctly deducing that it would have been Rick’s idea. After the Squad stepped up and protected him, the city and saved June he’d softened towards them somewhat. He hadn’t forgotten that each one of them were dangerous criminals, nor was he stupid enough to believe he could trust them. He now simply recognised they were people and was treating them as such, Waller would have been content to shut them in solitary and throw away the key until they were needed. As a seasoned CO Rick knew having the squad interact with each other would build that comradery they’d all felt back in Midway, making the team more effective and he’d argued as such until she caved.

“I simply pointed out that a team functions better if they get to know one another a little. She came around after a little coaxing” he responded with a shrug, downplaying how hard he’d had to argue his case on this one.

Fade pursed her lips “So that’s why you’re back so soon, she wouldn’t allow it without your supervision I’m guessing?”

Rick snorted as she got right to the root of the problem “Spending Twenty-Four hours alone locked in a seven by eight concrete box would send anyone crazy and most of you lot are already questionable”

“Look at you Mr Boy Scout America going all soft on a bunch of scumbags” Fade smirked, but behind it she was genuinely pleased to see he was trying to do the right thing by the squad.

“Scumbags yes, but you’re my scumbags” He murmured, smirking at her as he added “Whether I like it or not”

She chuckled at that, turning her attention back to the yard at large asking, “So what’s the thinking we gonna have supervised playdates out here or something?”

Rick nodded thoughtfully “There’s an idea, maybe all he needs is a playmate”

“Who?” Fade frowned turning back to the smirking man at her side “Digger?” she asked eyebrows flying up as he nodded once “Where are you going with this Flag?” she challenged, arms folded across her chest, eyes narrowed to suspicious slits.

“I saw the way you two were looking at each other during Midway” Rick clarified with an incline of his head and wiggle of his eyebrow “GQ said you looked a little flustered when you came out of that alleyway by the bar and then there was the fact he came back when he didn’t have to. I assume you had a little something to do with that”

Fade snorted, here was the Flag she remembered during her time under his command, nothing ever seemed to escape his notice “Think you’re giving me too much credit there”

Fixing him with a teasing look she scoffed “Oh I see how it is, one walk on the wild side with the witch and the boy scout badge goes out the window huh?”

Chuckling he nudged her shoulder with his own “You’re hardly one to talk, lusting after a murdering, foul mouthed thief”

Fade snickered “He’s easy enough on the eyes, and fairly entertaining but it hardly matters. Can’t do anything when we’re locked in here”

“Remind me, can’t you walk through walls?” Rick pointed out, dismissing her argument.

Fade snorted “Voyeurism isn’t my thing” pointing to the cameras around the yard as she spoke.

“Just an obstacle to overcome” Rick responded conversationally with a shrug.

The tone of his voice told her he was up to something, frowning she side eyed the man “Not one I could overcome by myself though is it”

“I noticed you didn’t request a privilege after the mission” Rick murmured changing the subject and leaving Fade confused.

Shrugging she made her way to the bench nearby, sinking down onto it and stretching out her legs in front of her “What was the point, just not being put back under was good enough for me”

“Yeah, well they can’t now anyway as it turns out” he responded, dropping down onto the bench next to her, piquing her curiosity.

“What do you mean?”

“So that explosion was rather bigger than was really necessary” he explained, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his upturned face.

“Joker’s not known for being understated, go big or go home is probably somewhere on his tattooed hide” She snarked, irritated to be thinking about the man.

Looking round and opening his eyes at her tone Rick eyed her thoughtfully “Why didn’t you go with them?”

Fade glowered into the distance thinking of the last time she’d seen the acidic man before Midway “Joker and I have parted ways, you know that”

“Yeah, but you and Harley are still tight” Rick persisted.

Sighing deeply Fade ran a hand through her messy hair “Can’t always protect your friends from the dumb decisions they’re determined to make. Anyway, what’s this got to do with the explosion?”

Rick nodded remembering his original point “Oh yeah, so the device denoted right above some of the storage rooms downstairs and the roof caved in”

“So?” She muttered with an irritated frown, was he taking the scenic route to his point for a reason.

“It was the room they were keeping the neurotoxin in” he supplied with a small smile, waiting for her to catch on to what this meant which didn’t take long.

“So, it’s gone? All of it?” she whispered, not allowing herself to believe it until he said it himself

“All of it, except for the darts the guards already had made up but they seem to have been misplaced as it happens” he confirmed with a swift nod, a wide grin growing on her face “Nice!”

Her smiled dipped when Rick pointed out that it was possible to get more, they just needed to talk to the bat which left her frowning and confused “So why haven’t they?”

“Convinced them it wasn’t necessary” he shrugged still smiling.

“You did that?” she asked incredulous.

Slightly offended he frowned at her “I got some influence you know…” trailing off when Fade merely raised an eyebrow at him “Alright I convinced Lester not to record the loss, he owed me”

She twisted her body towards him curiously “What did you do?”

“Protected him against some people that would have otherwise hurt him” he smirked “Man likes to gamble with the wrong people”

Belatedly realising how this winding tangent had taken them quite far off course Fade attempted to steer him back “So what’s all this got to do with my lack of privilege request?”

Rick practically grinned at her now “I brought you something” reaching down to pick up the box she hadn’t even noticed he’d been carrying he passed it over. Watching her reaction as she opened the lid and stared confused at its contents, her eyes lifting back to his after a long pause “It’s remote-control car” She intoned dully.

“Something to play with” he stated each word carefully with a smirk on his face, only serving to confuse her further “Gee Flag you shouldn’t have” she muttered without enthusiasm.

Chuckling at her response Rick got heavily to his feet and retrieved something from his pocket tossing it to her as he turned to walk away “Here’s the batteries, enjoy”

He was halfway across the yard before Fade realised that they were completely the wrong type of batteries for the toy based on the box. Exasperatedly she called after him, but he just shrugged “My bad” offered her a shit eating grin and strolled back inside without a backwards glance.

With a roll of her eyes Fade considered heading back inside but when no one appeared to usher her away she decided to remain outside in the peace and quiet, rather than to have listen to Digger carrying on for another minute. She felt bad for the guy she did, some people just didn’t cope well to being cooped up and he’d been on solitary confinement for a week. Not even allowed out for his meals after he pissed of Waller royally back at Midway. It was his own fault and the rest of them were more than suffering for it too but still she wished she could do something about it.

She’d considered going to see him more than once but whatever that flaming witch had done to her had left her flickering for days.

Abruptly she held her hands out in front of her, realising she hadn’t flickered once since she’d woken, experimentally she phased in and out fully in control of her powers for the first time in a week.

Gleefully she leapt to her feet grabbing up her new toy and making for the door, pausing only to snatch the battery pack from the floor where she’d dropped it in her haste, only to sit back down and inspect the pack more closely than she had before. Not only where they the wrong type of batteries they weren’t batteries at all.

Glancing up and around Fade noted the location of the camera’s, carefully angling her body so the pack was shielded from view but slowly so no one would suspect she was up to something. Ripping the pack open two objects tumbled into her open hand, turning them over slowly a small smile bloomed on her face when she recognised them.

The first object was no bigger than a lighter, and closely resembled one, a cylindrical metal tube with a button on top that she recognised to be a small electromagnet device that would disrupt electrical equipment in a localised area. She judged by the size of this one it would cover a ten-foot square area at most but that would more than cover the square footage of a Belle Reve cell.

The second object was a simply two strong magnets stuck together which left her frowning, unsure of what use they would this be and then it hit her. The cell doors were steel, a extra strong magnet would be more than enough to either pull the locking mechanism open or more importantly hold it closed.

Jumping to her feet she stowed the contraband in her jumpsuit pocket, snatched up her new toy and returned to her cell via her personal shortcut straight though the nearest wall.

***

“Come on love, please, lemme out” Digger shouted, practically wailing at the guard stood outside his cell. He’d tried to befriend the bitch purely because she was the only human being he’d seen for a week, but she wouldn’t even give him the time of day let alone her name. She was wilfully ignoring him now, he even thought he saw her put in earplugs not long before she slammed shut the viewing slot in his door. He was going out of his mind with boredom staring at the same four bare concrete walls day after day with no one to talk to and nothing to keep him occupied. He wasn’t even sure how long they’d kept him in here or how much longer they intended to keep him locked in. More than once he’d railed about how this wasn’t the way to treat someone that just saved the world and demanded to see Waller. It did no good though, no one came, dropping onto his cot with a heavy flump he leaned forward head in his hands, elbows supported on his knees with a loud groan. Which is why he didn’t notice the new arrival not that he wouldn’t expected anyone to step through the wall of his cell.

“I’ve had a weeklong headache thanks to you” Fade declared as she stepped through the wall an aggravated but amused expression on her face, resolidifying she leant back against the wall, arms crossed over her chest.

“The fuck?” Digger yelped startled, flying up and off his cot he took two quick steps towards the door before he recognised his teammate and relaxed somewhat. Though he still clutched his hand to his chest over his heart with wide eyes dramatically “Jesus Christ Love! You tryin ta gimme a heart attack”

Fade rolled her eyes, but her smile widened despite his antics, it was good to see him “Firstly you don’t have a heart Digger so don’t make out you do, and secondly do you ever stop bellyaching?” she grumbled.

Calming Digger shrugged, ignoring the slight against him as if she hadn’t spoken, turning to look at the door and then back to her with a frown “How didya get in ere?”

She snorted sneering without any real bite “I can walk through walls, remember?”

He nodded like he had forgotten momentarily and then glared at her furiously “So why didnya make an appearance sooner then?” irritated that she’d left him alone when she could have made however long he’d been stuck in here more bearable.

“Only just stopped flickering after whatever that bitch did to me, didn’t want to get stuck in a wall” Fade explained with an ugly look on her face as she referenced the events of last week “Besides…” she smirked niggling him “Didn’t seem to be any point making trouble for myself, figured you’d eventually shut up” she rolled her eyes pointedly but only earned a scowled.

“Surprised ya decided I’m worth the trouble now” he spat glaring at her, becoming more incensed by the moment as she continued to smile serenely at him.

“Well…” she announced slipping off her crocs and dropping onto his cot crossing her legs underneath her “No one knows I’m here”

He snorted derisively and pointed to the camera above her head “We’re bein’ watched sweetheart, member?”

Answering him with a wide grin she glanced up and then back to him “See a red-light genius?”

His eyes snapped up at once, only now realising the tell-tale red light was indeed missing, returning his gaze to her gleeful face he raised an eyebrow in question.

“Seems they’re having some problems with their equipment today” she explained offhandedly the weight of the electromagnet in her pocket comforting against her leg.

“Can ya mess with electrical equipment now too?” he enquired, moving to sit on the cot next to her, letting go of his anger as quickly as it flared now he finally had someone to talk to and knew they weren’t going to be hurried away by the guards.

“No but this can” she shook her head and produced the electromagnet; he recognised the small device immediately having used them once or twice himself on various security systems.

“Where didya get that?” he asked at once curious.

“Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies” she shrugged but continued to grin at him as she popped the device back in her pocket. Allowing her eyes to rake over him for the first time since she’d entered his space her eyes lingering on his bulging muscles and the tattoos she’d not noticed back at Midway. As suspected the man was solid muscle and she was very much enjoying the eyeful he was giving her right now clad only in his grubby tank top, jumpsuit tied at the waist.

He didn’t mind her ogling him in the slightest, the fact that she was being so blatant came as a pleasant surprise but otherwise he didn’t react beyond a raised eyebrow and a snarky comment “Only the first looks free love… What ya doin ere anyway? Not that I’m complainin”

Tearing her eyes away from the very male snack in front of her she caught and held his gaze as she answered “Thought maybe you needed some company, and a better outlet for your… stress” pulling her bottom lip between her teeth she allowed her gaze to drop pointedly to his crotch, bringing them slowly back up to his face.

A slow grin stretched his face as he leered at her but remained sceptical “Ya offerin to help… relieve some tension princess?” After days alone in his cell he wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t hallucinating or if she was just messing with him, neither prospect was appealing.

“Well…” Fade stood with a smile and a shrug, making as if to leave through the opposite wall “If you’d rather continue sulking, that’s your choice. I can leave you be”

“Nah love don’ go” He all but shouted, leaping up to follow her to the wall. Crowding her against it and placing his hands either side of her head, pinning her with his body, looming over her with lust in his eyes.

Reaching up she wrapped a hand around the back of his neck the other wrapping around his bicep, pulling his lips down to hers, meeting in a feverish kiss that robbed them of breath. Digger’s hands left the wall to wrap around her body as the kiss deepened, one arm snaking around her ribs to slide up her back, palm between her shoulder blades locking her in place against his muscled form. The other skimming over her lower back and coming to rest upon her pert backside, squeezing her flesh harshly in a way that made her whimper into his mouth.

Taking the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth he groaned at the sweet taste of her, reigniting the already dimming memory from their brief Midway interlude. Despite being barely a week ago it already felt more like a dream than something that had really happened, but here she was in his arms again and he couldn’t believe his luck. When the need to breath became overwhelming, they reluctantly broke apart, both dizzy and lightheaded but unwilling to break away from one another, their foreheads meeting as they panted.

Dropping her hand from his arm she fished in her pocket for the magnets, pushing him back from her as she retrieved them with a firm hand on his chest. Approaching the door as he stumbled backwards, his evident arousal tenting the heavy material of his jumpsuit in a way that left Fade’s mouth dry and caused an overwhelming need to rub her thighs together.

The confusion was evident on his face “What’s that?”

Snapping the powerful magnets into place over the lock and viewing slot, she turned back to him with a small smirk “Just ensuring no one interrupts us”

“Ya really are serious, aren’ ya?” He asked, still not entirely convinced she wasn’t having him on.

Arching an eyebrow at him she stalked slowly towards him “What’s the matter? Is Captain Boomerang all mouth and no trousers?” she smirked, eyes flicking downwards once more.

Stepping forward he hauled the woman in front of him back into his arms crushing her to him , pressing his groin against hers, eliciting a small moan of pleasure from her that left him grinning “I’m both princess”

“I seem to remember someone promising me a real good time back at Midway” she purred, eyes alight with mischief but dark with lust, finally convincing Digger she wasn’t playing with him.

“Best hold on sweetheart, ya not goin ta know what hit ya”

Reaching up to wind her arms around his broad shoulders she teased him “Oh is the flash here?”

He growled lowly “Shut up woman”

“Make me” she challenged.

“Oh ya askin for it now sweetheart” he whispered lowly, as he claimed her already reddened mouth once more in a searing and rough kiss.

All at once they were back in that Midway City alley, caught between freedom and certain death, clutching at one another’s clothes as if they were the only thing anchoring the other to the world.

Wrapping his large hands around her upper arms, fingers digging into her flesh almost painfully he walked her backwards towards his cot. A sly grin across his face no doubt mirrored by her own expression.

Fade’s knees hit cold steel and then she was falling, thrust backwards from Digger’s arms a small squeal leaving her lips as gravity pulled her down onto the cot with a creaky thump, the rusty old springs objecting to the additional weight.

Recovering herself she looked up into Digger’s thoroughly amused face a low chuckle leaving him “That was a cute little noise darl, wonder what other sounds I can pull from ya before we’re done?”

Fade pulled her bottom lip between her teeth even as she rubbed her thighs together enjoying the sight of him looming over her, a small groan leaving her lips when he tore the tank over his head and flung it away, his broad chest now on full display.

He merely grinned lazily at her reaction when she rapidly pulled herself to her knees, settling in front of him and reaching for him once more. Wrapping his arms around her he pressed her to his bare torso bringing his mouth down to claim hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth aggressively a low rumbling noise ripped from his throat. Fade’s hands skated over his overheated flesh, short nails gently scraping through the dark hair on his chest drawing rumbled noises of approval from the big man, her hands dropping ever lower, moulding to his abs, fingertips skating over the sensitive flesh topping his boxers under his knotted jumpsuit.

A small noise of aggravation left Fade when he dropped his hands from her body to grab her own, pulling them away from the sleeves of his jumpsuit that she’d just started to pull apart, chuckling at her reaction lightly he mumbled a teasing disproval “So eager for the Captain, aren’ ya Darl?”

If her eyes had been open Fade would have rolled them at him, there was no denying she was impatient. It had been sometime since she’d had anything more than her hands to keep her warm at night and she wasn’t even willing to do that right now with the pigs watching her every move on the ever present cameras.

When he dropped her hands, she reached for him again only to find herself suddenly constricted as Digger wrenched her own jumpsuit down her arms. The poppers holding it closed giving easily as he tugged the offending material down her body.

Twisting her arms free of the rough orange fabric, Fade’s hands closed around his biceps to steady herself as he ripped the garment down her body as far as he could, considering her position on her knees in front of him.

With a frustrated growl Digger broke away to frown down at her legs when he couldn’t remove the material completely, simply shoving her backwards her legs flipping out from under. Aiding him by lifting her hips he yanked the clothing from her body completely, chucking it over his shoulder into the same dark corner as his tank top.

Fade didn’t squeal at the sudden movement this time, but it did force a surprised giggle from her, his frown clearing now she was laid before him in only her own prison issue tank top and knickers. Digger licked his lips appreciatively, winking at her seductively as he knelt.

Rising onto her elbows with a questioning eyebrow arched at the man. Fade guessed his intent a second before he grabbed her legs and hauled her sharply towards him. Her body bouncing on the rusty cot, a surprised squeal issued from her matched by the springs protesting squeaks, until she came to a stop with her legs hanging over the end, feet now flat on the floor.

Placing his warm palms atop her knees he skated them upwards, leaving goosebumps in their wake, stopping only when his fingertips nudged at the elastic of her knickers. Thumbs hooking underneath the fabric to rub gentle circles over her sensitive flesh, so close and yet so far from where she wanted them. Fade clenched her hands into fists at her sides biting back a groan of annoyance, unwilling to give him the satisfaction, but he chuckled nonetheless. He could feel the tension in her muscles, see the way she shook as she prevented her back from arching off the thin mattress, the stress on her face as she fought to remain calm. He may have appeared calm, hands moving at a leisurely pace as he teased her, a man with all the time in the world but it had been some time for him too. Longer still since he’d had his hands on someone so responsive to his every touch, even as he teased her to distraction his control was being sapped, held in check only by sheer bloody mindedness and a stubborn refusal to be the one to break first.

Fade attempted to relax into his touches but the sparks shooting through her body with his every movement were proving hard to ignore, finally expelling a huff and a quiet whine “Stop being such a bloody tease!”

A triumphant grin played across his face, even as she glared down at him, once again propped up on her elbows though she too was smiling slightly. She was so touched starved every nerve ending was on fire with the tiniest movement, but she craved more.

Taking pity on them both Digger at last wrapped his fingertips around the side of her underwear bunching the material and pulling them swiftly down her legs. Once again lifting her hips and feet to help him, they too were tossed into the corner without a further thought.

With the barrier removed he pressed his bulk between her legs, forcing them apart with a hand on each knee, leering at her in a way that would make most women run for the hills, but Fade wasn’t most women, only finding his expression thrilling.

Still holding himself in check Digger leant forward slowly, bright eyes dark with lust boring into hers as she watched him. Turning his face at the last moment he deposited a chase kiss to her inner thigh, inadvertently brushing the hair of his mutton chops across her core pulling a delighted shudder from her with the contact.

Another dark chuckle rumbled from him as he repeated the action receiving the same reaction. Only when she huffed impatiently once more did he finally place his mouth exactly where she needed it. Licking a wide stripe through her folds pulling a high whimper from her with the motion.

Digger groaned repeating the action “Ya taste even sweeter than I expected Darl”

A metallic clanging from the door snapped them both out of their lust fuelled trance, the female guard stationed outside the man’s cell demanding attention.

Rearing back on his knees Digger glared the door barking a terse “What!” hands once against resting on fade’s knees.

Slumping back onto the bed with a quiet huff Fade attempted to stop her legs from quivering and control her breathing, resolved to do something nasty to the woman on the other side of the door at the next opportunity.

“What’s going on in there Harkness?” she barked through the metal.

“Talkin to me now are ya love? Thought you pigs just liked to watch the cameras?” Digger hollered back, turning his head slightly to wink at Fade, chuckling lightly at her murderous expression thought feeling no less annoyed by the interruption.

“The camera doesn’t seem to be working at the moment” Came the reply, the woman ignoring the insult.

“So, open the bloody door and look for yourself then! Ya don’ usually stand on ceremony do ya!”

There was a scuffling from the other side of the door and some muffled cursing that had Fade shaking with silent laughter hand clamped over her mouth to not give away her presence to the guards.

“The doors stuck!” the guard responded irritably.

“Well, what do ya want me to do about it? Don’t open from this side member, call maintenance or somethin” the man was starting to enjoy himself now pleased the woman was as frustrated as he was earlier.

The guard could be heard talking into her radio, unable to make out the exact words they could both tell she was repeating herself, getting more and more aggravated by the second. Digger looked round a wide grin on his face and he realised at the same time Fade did that the signal jammer must have taken out her radio as well.

“Dammit the radio’s out too” the woman shouted through the door “Stay put I’m going to have to go get Maintenance myself”

Digger snorted “Where the fuck dya think I’m gonna go?”

The was a pause followed by string of obscenities and the sound of boots as she stomped away down the corridor, leaving them alone in relative privacy.

“That was a bonus” Fade giggled, silently thanking Rick for making sure the jammer would cover just outside the cell as well, not doubting for one second it was deliberate.

“How long ya reckon we got till she gets back?” Digger questioned squeezing her tender flesh with his fingers, eyes locked on her exposed core as he licked his lips, the action making Fade Squirm in front of him.

“A good forty-five minutes I reckon. Maintenance is on the other side of the prison and they’re not quick as a general rule” she responded breathlessly.

“Good enough” he muttered, dropping back between her legs, and thrusting his tongue between her folds without preamble, lapping at her clit like a starving man.

“Fuck” Fade all but screamed, falling back onto the bed her back arching in pleasure as he licked and nibbled, sending sparks of pleasure and pain shooting through her body.

Slipping a finger into her core, her walls clenching at the intrusion, Digger groaned the vibrations against her sensitive core making Fade whimper even louder. Adding a second finger he plunged them into her over and over, immediately setting a frantic pace with his mouth firmly attached to her clit. Clutching at his unruly curls with one hand fingers wrapped tightly around his tresses she pulled another groan from the man with the painful yet pleasurable pressure she was exerting on his scalp.

It took almost no time at all for Fade to fall apart, crying name all traces of tension wiped from her body by his surprising skill. Through hooded eyes she watched Digger rise from the floor a satisfied smirk on his mouth along with her release. Swiping a hand across his mouth he made short work of his jumpsuit, pulling it down his muscular legs along with his boxers and stepping out of it towards her. Forcing her up the cost he followed her the spring objecting to the additional weight as he positioned between her legs above her.

Fade had barely had time to get an eyeful of his impressive length standing proud against his belly before he was on top of her, hands pushing her tank up and over her head, ripping her bra from her body with practised skill.

Palming a breast in his large hand, the other arm wrapped around her holding her tightly against his chest, lips falling to hers with a newfound urgency.

Fade whimpered at the onslaught to her senses, still dizzy from her previous climax and overwhelmed by the man above her in the most delicious way, her own hands clutching him to her as he invaded mouth with his tongue.

Releasing her breast Digger reached down between them, positioning himself so that the tip of his cock was pressed against her still quivering core.

Stilling suddenly, he wrenched their mouths apart with a disbelieving groan, Fade whined at the delay clutching at his shoulders and rolling her hips against him in encouragement.

“What’s the matter?” She murmured opening her eyes to see him frowning down at her.

“I don’ want to get ya into any trouble” he muttered, Fade’s lust drunk brain racing to catch his meaning, a mirthless chuckle bursting from her when she caught on.

Capturing his face in between her hands she smiled at him clarifying “You honestly think this didn’t occur to me before I came in here? How cruel do you think I am?... I have been so firmly irradiated I glow blue and walk-through walls. Trust me pregnancy is not an issue”

Both eyebrows shot up at her words but he then he nodded and grinned “Thank god for small mercy’s” slamming his length into her he drew a long-drawn-out moan of pleasure from them both as he filled her.

“Finally” Fade hissed relishing the feeling of being full of him, something she’d been daydreaming of since the moment she’d laid eyes on him outside Midway.

Clenching around him involuntarily she squeezed him so tightly that he groaned, forehead falling against hers, eyes shut tight as he went rigid in her arms “If you keep doin that, I’m not gonna last long love”

She chuckled in response and clenched around him deliberately, even harder than before rewarded with another groan from him “Best make it hard and fast then, I can always come back tomorrow for round two”

Leaning back slightly he opened his eyes, a smile spreading across his face as he realised there was nothing stopping them from doing this whenever they wanted, now they had the tools “Alright then darl, hold on ta somethin”

Drawing back, he pulled himself from her body and then slammed back into her hard enough to shift her up the protesting cot a little.

“You can do better than that” She challenged even as she whimpered.

With another dark chuckle he drew back and thrust into her even harder, hips snapping against hers harshly. Not pausing to let her recover he repeated the motion again, over and over until he was pounding her into the thin mattress.

The vulgar sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with his grunts of pleasure serving to push Fade rapidly to the brink. Her back arching into him, breasts pressed against his chest, hands clutching at any part of him she could reach, a litany of prayers to deities she didn’t believe in falling from her lips.

A sharp gasp was the only warning either of them had when she reached the precipice and toppled over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashing over her body leaving her shaking in his arms, his own body reacting to her climax as he came deep inside her with a guttural groan, slamming his mouth onto hers to swallow her continuing moans as he pulsed within her.

They remained like that for as long as they darted risk, bodies intertwined, kissing gently, hands skating over the others overheated skin soothingly. Only separating reluctantly when they heard voices coming down the corridor towards Digger’s Cell.

Dressing quickly Digger pulled her back into his arms for another scorching kiss as the new arrivals started messing with the door.

Leaving him to discreetly remove the magnets from the door and keep them safe Fade murmured “See you tomorrow” as she slipped through the wall. Leaving the good Captain with a smug satisfied smile on his face humming a little tune to himself.

Hurrying through several walls she didn’t turn the signal jammer off until she was a good distance away, then returned to her own cell with a broad smile on her own face thinking of tomorrow.

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