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solanumofthestars · 1 year

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Stay at My House

AN: Under the cut :)

Rating: M

Tags: romance, friendship, flirting, kissing, implied/referenced nsfw, angst, tenderness- more under cut

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Luis Serra

Characters: Ashley Graham, Luis Serra, Leon S. Kennedy

Word Count: 9.8k

Summary: "I’ve been lonely for too long. As have you.”

A short AU fic where Luis successfully helps Leon and Ashley escape, and then, to his own surprise, successfully invites Leon to his apartment.

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Tags: one-sided infatuation from Ashley's side / friendship / Ashley is friends with Luis and Leon / drinking / smoking / romance / Implied/Referenced Sex / Kissing / Flirting / AU / AU where Luis lives / Angst / Tenderness / Humor / the romance is centered on Luis and Leon as the tags reflect / Swearing / Luis taking care of Leon and Ashley / Ashley goofing about with Luis / And having a bit of a heart to heart

Author Note: I hope you enjoy this short AU fic. It certainly turned out to be longer than expected. Title an obvious inspiration from the song "I Really Want to Stay at Your House", but much fic inspiration was taken from Donkeyboy's "Stay", "We Can Be Friends", "All Up to You", and "Darkest Night", as well as YYY's "Maps". Apologies for any mistakes- fic has been proofread twice. Thank you for reading :) Cross-posted to ao3.

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“Let’s put him down over there, on the big chair with all the medical…” Luis waved his hand. “...things,” he said. He didn’t want to say energy blasters.

“Will it save him?” Ashley asked. She was beside herself, holding back tears for what seemed like the fifth time in the past hour.

“I used it before, and it worked- it has no business not working.” The words may have been confident, but in reality, Luis was full of doubt. The parasite he had removed from himself was slightly different from what Leon and Ashley had been injected with, and to make matters worse, his parasite hadn’t been stalled with suppressants.

If someone held a gun to his head and asked about the odds, he’d bluntly say that Ashley’s chances were better. The suppressant had been administered to her only a few hours ago, making its effect minimal. The parasite would be more visible and easier to extract. Leon, however, had already taken two doses- one 10 hours ago, and another an hour ago.

As if they didn’t have enough problems already, the suppressant clearly wasn’t working properly on Leon anymore. Yes, Leon’s mind wasn’t ‘dead’, but he was half-conscious and he could barely walk. His veins were dark, and his blue eyes were turning into a hideous reddish-brown. Luis suspected that the accelerated effect was because of all the physical activity and injuries Leon had sustained, unlike Ashley, who had been for the most part stationary due to her captivity. It was a ridiculous silver lining that allowed her body to put up a better fight, unlike Leon’s body seemed to be on the verge of giving up.

He and Ashley managed to get Leon on the chair, despite his weak pushes and mumbled protests. “He’ll be fine, Luis began to say, “but we need to get him-”

Leon grabbed his wrist. “Ashley….first,” he spat out, eyes dark and fierce.

“No Leon! Shut up!” Ashley yelled as she began to wrestle him into the chair. She was crying, her tears falling all over Leon’s arm.

“You heard the lady, cowboy.” Luis pulled Leon’s wrist away and positioned his arm in, ignoring the “no’s” coming from the man. “Miss Ashley over here has a good few hours, maybe even a day. But you, my friend?” Luis adjusted the contraption hanging above the chair. “Like 10 minutes.” An exaggeration, but he hoped that it would be enough to get Leon to listen.

Finally, Leon stopped struggling. Thank god he was weakened. He was ridiculously strong, and if he hadn’t been semi-unconscious, they wouldn’t be able to stop him from climbing out.

“Quickly…” Leon croaked out. His breathing was labored.

So Luis hit the button. And it was horrific, and he was wringing his hands, and Ashley had her hands over her mouth to stifle her scared cries. But he couldn’t comfort her- he had to be alert and watch the machine do its thing, praying to the God he did not believe in anymore. it had to work. It had to. Leon saved his life more than once. The very least he could do was return the favor.

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The lab used to be a cold, stifling place, especially since Luis began to feel overwhelming guilt about what he had done. But now, it was a source of comfort, nay- a safe haven, despite its overall ransacked and dirty appearance.

The parasite had been extracted from both Leon and Ashley successfully. The procedure, as he had predicted, was a lot less taxing for Ashley,. After a few minutes she was already sitting up next to him in a chair, wrapped up in a blanket. Leon, on the other hand, was lying down on a nearby cot, in a shallow slumber from the pain medicine Luis had injected him with. During the trashing during the procedure, Leon’s wounds had opened up, and they had needed stitching.

Luis glanced at Ashley. She was looking at Leon with deep concern, along with a hint of undeniable infatuation. Not that he could blame her. Mr. Leon Kennedy had bewitched him as well.

"He'll be alright," he reassured her. "Our squire here is a strong man."

Ashley gave him a weary smile. "Do you think you could..." She shifted in her seat and pulled the blanket tighter over her shoulders. "...you could take a look at him again?"

"I just did, but sure." Luis patted Ashley's shoulder and made his way to Leon. He sighed. Leon seemed to be breathing regularly and calmly, and his muscles seemed relaxed, but the furrowed eyebrows and frowning lips betrayed the tension on his face. No doubt he would have fought sleep if he had the strength, but thankfully, he didn't.

And if Leon did, he would make sure to inject him with another dose of painkillers. Problematic nature of the action aside, Luis suspected that this was one of the few ways Leon could relax in any way, shape, or form.

Either way, everything else looked good; Luis did not fancy himself a doctor in the traditional sense, but he knew how to check a pulse, do and check stitches, apply injections, check for trauma and broken bones, and apply antiseptic - something he noticed one of Leon's wounds could use.

As he applied the antiseptic, Luis studied Leon, glancing every other second at a different feature of his. The soft lips, calloused hands, muscular chest and arms, surprisingly clear skin, the lovely blond hair. And to think he was seeing it slightly greasy, dirty and unkempt- it must be a wonder to behold after being washed.

But the lips, oh the lips. Thin and usually pursed but undeniably soft-looking.

Perhaps he should feel somewhat guilty for gawking unapologetically, but he couldn’t. Luis gently ran his fingers down the length of Leon’s left arm, partially to check his veins for the virus, and partially to have yet another excuse to touch him as he looked him over once more.

Oh he was attractive, painfully so. While his first meeting with Leon was fraught with disappointment and fear, followed by annoyance and fear again, curiosity got the better of him. That curiosity very quickly morphed into an infatuation, one he couldn’t help express with obvious flirting that without a doubt flew over Leon’s head.

“Luis?” Ashley was now standing behind him, peering at Leon.

“Right, uh, he’s good.” Luis awkwardly patted Leon’s shoulder. “Just needs to rest a little more. Let’s give him some room.”

He walked back to his chair, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Ashley gently touch Leon’s shoulder before sitting back down in her seat next to him.

Ashley was a lovely woman, and it was a shame she got so brutally introduced to the underlying horrors of science. Well, at least as much as one could call it science. Ever since he had started working for Umbrella, everything had comically veered into a mess of science-fiction and fantasy, all cloaked in greed, betrayal, hate and conspiracy theories that would make the founding fathers of capitalism proud. Ah well, he couldn’t be too angry about that- he was able to barter his safety thanks to it.

Huh, he had access to a computer. Maybe the mysterious yet beautiful Ada left him a message. Luis chuckled to himself as he thought about her. Looks like Hollywood movies were true- secret agents were hot.

He started typing and clicking, figuring he’d also back up the information on it. Wouldn’t hurt, and he could use it to barter even further. Saddler’s fucking idiotic henchmen ransacked the lab without checking for any cloud backups. Morons. . Fuck, they didn’t even bother cracking a password that was quite literally written on a post-it note taped to the monitor screen. And they didn’t even properly look for the amber, which was now safely on his person. Although he should not have been surprised with this level of incompetence, especially considering how virus affected the brain.

“So…what are you doing?” Ashley asked. She looked a lot calmer, but the weariness in her eyes was telling.

Luis gave her what he hoped was a charming smile. “Backing up some information. And doing something no self-respecting scientist would do in a lab.” He pulled out his pack of smokes and lit up a cigarette.

Ashley laughed, and he offered her a cigarette, which she, predictably, declined. “I would go for a drink though,” she said.

“Ah, good thinking.” He pointed at her in approval. “Let’s see….” He rolled his chair to a cabinet in the corner, hoping that the bottle of Metaxa was still stashed behind a collection dated, dusty files.

It was.

“Excellent!” he exclaimed, and held up the bottle. Ashley gave him a thumbs up.

“It’s room temperature but hey, it’s still good. Oh wait…” They had no glasses. “Looks like we will have to drink straight from the bottle, if you’re alright with that.”

“I am,” she said, and gestured for him to pass her the alcohol. God knew the girl needed a drink. She took a big gulp, coughed a little, and then took another.

Ah, a true American college girl.

“I don’t even know what this is,” she laughed. “Cognac?”

“Technically not, although it’s often compared to it,” he said, taking the bottle from her and taking a swig himself. “It’s an…” he trailed off, and scoffed.

“It’s a what?” Ashley asked.

He passed the bottle back to her and shook his head. “A kind of Greek amber spirit.”

She raised her eyebrows at him, the mouth of the bottle frozen inches away from her lips.

“Just because of the color, nothing else,” he assured, raising his hand. An uncanny coincidence, truly.

Ashley thought about it for a moment, shrugged, and then took another sip.

Were it not for the horrendous circumstances, this would be an amicable social evening. Luis loved company of any kind, and made friends with ease, no matter their age, nationality, or gender. And this company was not only very nice, but particularly interesting- a shame one of them was unconscious, but hopefully, he’d be able to talk to Leon some more before they made their way out of this whole mess.

Because after that, he’d either have to run away and go into hiding, or he’d be caught and put into jail or forced to work for the American government. Or the Spanish government. Who the fuck knew anymore. His life was a fucking mess.

“Ow, fuck, mierda,” he hissed. He had reached over to the computer, irritating his shoulder wound.

“Are you alright?” Ashley asked, putting her hand on his knee.

“It’s fine, just…that fucking knife wound really stings.” And it probably hit the bone too, fuck. But at least he wasn’t dead. Had Leon not yanked him to the side, that fucking G.I. Joe freak would have hit him square in the back, most likely making him bleed to death in minutes.

“Luis, can I ask what happened exactly? Leon didn’t really say....”

“I’m not surprised. Here, give me that.” He motioned for the bottle, and took another sip before recounting what had happened.

As soon as the blade slammed into my shoulder, I hit the floor and blacked out immediately- the pain was fucking horrendous. Thankfully, I woke up fairly quickly, only to see Leon struggling with this Krauser dude, yelling about betrayal, mentorship, and whatever else. Shit, I didn’t care. I got up to my knees and fired three rounds into this motherfucker’s back. He dropped, but then began changing into one of those things, only worse. He had a blade for an arm, and his flesh was all plagas-like. Horrific. He sighed, and took a drag from his cigarette. Ashley was awkwardly holding the bottle, and looking down. She mumbled that Krauser was the one that arranged her kidnapping. He expressed his remorse, and assured her he wasn't a threat anymore. As you will find, we managed to kill him. He continued. True, I was still stunned from the wound in my shoulder, but I did my best to help. I even stabbed Krauser with the sharp end of a rusty pipe. Ha. But…Leon was the one to kill him. Stabbed him right through the heart, while the other encouraged him to do it. From what I gather this dude had trained Leon, so there was some connection.”

Ashley finally looked up at him. “Leon must not have taken it well.”

Luis shook his head. “He did not. He stared at his lifeless corpse for a good minute, his bottom lip trembling. I thought he would cry. He then went off to the side and sat in silence for a good few minutes.” He finished the cigarette, and threw it to the ground- this place was filthy either way. “He eventually snapped out of it, and helped me with my wound, but yeah, nasty stuff.”

Ashley nodded solemnly. “Shame about your jacket,” she commented with a sympathetic smile, looking at the bloodied piece of clothing thrown over the edge of a desk.

“Hey, at least it looks cool now,” he quipped. He fully intended to get it fixed, but for now, he’d have to just waltz around in his simple white shirt.

She smiled at him. “You look good in that too,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him.

He in turn gave her a light smirk and jutted his chin out. “Why Miss Ashley, thank you.” After all, he had the sleeves rolled up and the top buttons undone, just like the ladies liked. “I see my charms have worked. And that you know how to utilize yours, hm?”

She laughed. “Maybe. I’m not too good at this stuff.”

“Ah, you’re still better than our squire over here.” He nodded at the still sleeping Leon. “I sometimes wonder if he even realizes when he’s being flirted with.”

“Oh my god I know right?” Ashley exclaimed. She then furrowed her eyebrows. “Wait…”

Luis nodded in acknowledgement.

“I thought you were a ladies man, Luis,” Ashley said, an amused smile on her face.

“I mostly am, but…I sometimes also am a gentleman’s man.” He lit another cigarette. “Especially if the man in question is so enticing.” And sexy.

“Yeah….” Ashley trailed off wistfully.

“So I think it’s safe to say you like him too, Miss Ashley?”

Her shy smile confirmed it immediately. "It's hard not to. He's so…nice."

An understatement to be sure. "That he is," Luis said. "And interesting that it was something you've noticed as well."

"How do you mean?"

He motioned for the bottle which Ashley was clutching. "Leon is wide, muscley, very handsome, very pretty, and very capable. We have both seen him fight and we know he is capable of impressive acts of violence against those who deserve it, something some people may find attractive." Luis took another swig, noting that somehow they had already gotten through a fourth of the bottle. "And yet what is perhaps most striking is how willing he is to help others. I've known him for what, 24 hours, and he's saved me at least five times. He technically didn't have to. And he would be even right to let me die. But he didn't."

"Luis don't say that…" Ashley trailed off.

"I eventually figured out what Umbrella was doing, and I still stupidly stuck around."

"Well if you hadn't, you wouldn't be here, and you wouldn't have helped me and Leon."

Luis cocked his head. "You have a point, senorita." He winked. “And since you two plan to be around for a while, perhaps you will get Leon interested in you, hm?"

Ashley grinned. "I plan to ask him to join my detail. Dad wouldn't oppose it." She sighed. "Especially since I will probably end up sequestered somewhere. Having Leon would make it better."

"Good plan, good plan." Luis nodded along, not at all jealous.

"But…I don't know how I feel about him. I certainly like him, but I wonder how much of it is just a normal attraction and how much…you know." Ashley gestured, unsure of what to say.

"Stockholm syndrome?" Luis asked.

Ashley gave him a horrified look, and he realized he made a mistake. "No wait, that's not it!" He exclaimed. That was for kidnappers. "...Ah, shining knight syndrome?" Fuck. His English was good, but he still frequently lost himself in all the idioms and metaphors.

Oh, and now Ashley was laughing at him. "I'm sorry it's just, I’m not making fun of you, but when you said Stockholm syndrome, I thought of those freaks, and-" She descended into a fit of hysterical giggles, and he with her. The idea of any of them being a romantic interest was a terrifying and morbid thought, but clearly the alcohol was doing its job, making them silly and giggly. He had to admit he was already feeling tipsy, as was Ashley no doubt.

"I'm sorry Ashley, I-" he coughed, trying to make himself stop laughing.

"No it's okay, I needed a good laugh.” She straightened up in her chair and took a deep breath. “Either way, I know what you mean. I may be more influenced by how heroic he’s being. Even though he says it’s his job.”

“Exactly,” Luis said. “Nothing wrong with that, but if anything, you will probably get a better read once you have known each other, er, outside these lovely circumstances.”

“Yeah,” Ashley said, nodding slowly. “I do know that no matter what, I would want to be friends with him. I even asked him if he could maybe train me to be an agent, but he didn’t seem too excited about that…”

Luis tsked. “That’s not surprising, I think.”

“Really? You don’t think he was just blowing me off?”

He shook his head. “Nah. He just doesn’t want you to be involved with such horrors.”

“Well I will be involved anyway.” She sounded indignant. “I will either be an agent, or go into science like you so I can study this virus and stop others from using it. I can easily switch my major, I’m already taking biolog-”

“No no, I am a scientist and I am telling you to not do that. Look at me.” He pointed to himself. “Look at the situation I am in.” He clapped. “Become a medical doctor instead. You can still help people, right?”

“Yeah, I guess….I also was, or am still I guess, studying to become a lawyer.”

“That’s very noble. And still useful. I wouldn’t abandon it.” He put his hands up. “Apologies if my advice is a bit too forward, it’s not like I know much about you and really-”

Ashley shook her head. “No, I appreciate it. It’s nice to talk to someone about it.” She smiled and reached out to hold his hand. “Thanks Luis.”

“Of course. Can I kiss your hand?” He cocked his eyebrow.

Ashley nodded/ “Of course sir!” She giggled, and he readily acquiesced, placing a soft kiss just above her knuckles. “Since I’m giving bad advice- you could always marry someone rich and just use their money to further your own goals.You’re the president’s daughter- you’re a catch!”

Ashley had just been in the middle of taking another sip, but pulled the bottle away to stop herself from spitting the alcohol out everywhere. “Oh my gosh pfft….”

They both descended into laughter again, laughter that was interrupted by a groggy, deep voice. “Ashley?” Leon was attempting to get up, and squinting his eyes at them with a confused expression.

“Leon!” Ashley exclaimed. She put the now half-empty bottle down with a thud and rushed to his side.

Luis slowly followed.

Ashley had thrown her arms over a still half-lying down Leon, and he was warmly hugging her back. “You’re okay.” he said, a smile on his face.

“Of course she is,” Luis said, having already made his way to them. “Got on the machine right after you, and got the virus blasted out of her with great success.”

Leon looked at Ashley, who was sitting on the side, her hand on Leon’s thigh. She smiled at him. “I’m alright, thanks to Luis. And you’re alright too, thanks to him.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Leon said.

Perhaps it wasn’t the most eloquent of thanks, but Luis could tell how sincere Leon was. His eyes betrayed a mixture of overwhelming gratefulness and relief, even though his sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes displayed his sadness like a neon sign above a shitty convenience store.

“My pleasure. I told you I wanted to help. But you-”

There was a distant rumble, followed by a light shake.

“We’ll talk later, we need to go,” Leon said. “Luis, you said you need to pick something up?”

He grabbed one of his over shoulder bags and rushed over to the computer and pulled out the CD backup containing all his notes, research and messages. “Yeah, I don’t think I will be able to. I will just count on you to get me off this island.” He shoved in some medical supplies too, just to be safe.

“Of course!” Ashley exclaimed.

“But you will have to lead us out of here first,” Leon said. He was now up, fully alert, and in battle mode. His eyes were darting around, and his gun was drawn.

“Naturally, my prince charming,” he curtsied, which earned a laugh from Ashley, and a glare from Leon. Fuck they were both still tipsy. Here’s to hoping they didn’t trip over their own feet.

“Shut the hell up and go!” Leon yelled.

He shrugged and broke into a jog. “You know, I just saved your life, you should be more appreciative of that!” he called out. They ran out of the lab and made a left turn- the corridor should take them to a concealed entrance that led to the cliff sides.

“I’m about to not be if you don’t stop with this needless commentary,” Leon grumbled.

Damn. Leon made it just too easy to annoy him.

“And now if you look to your right you will see this amazing cement wall lined with only hints of blood,” Luis began to say in a cheery voice, “-and up ahead we will make a right and see the lovely Los Illumindos labs-”

Ashley was already laughing, and he could only imagine how furiously Leon was pouting. “Are you two drunk?” he asked.

Oh fuck, he must have noticed the bottle. “Of course not- that would be irresponsible.” He turned around and winked at Ashley who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Anyway, as you so rudely interrupted, if we take a right over here you will see some delightful tunnels-”

This went on for the whole 3 minutes of them escaping. At one point he caught a glimpse of Leon’s annoyed yet resigned face, and it nearly made him double over in laughter. To make matters even better, Ashley giggled and sometimes joined in on his stupid comments throughout the whole thing.

“And here we are, end of tour!” Luis exclaimed. They had emerged onto a wide wooden walkway on the cliffs that stretched both up and down the steep rocks. “Now if we just go up this ladder, a helicopter can easily pick us up.”

“About that…” Leon trailed off. “It blew up, and I lost contact. My comms are down.”

Ashley looked at Leon worried, and Luis threw his head back and sighed. “It seems I have to do everything. Let’s go.” They would try to make a run to the small cave wharf the walkway led to, and hope to god that the motorboat used to make supply runs was still there along with its keys.

The earthquakes were becoming more frequent. Luis could only guess what they meant. The lack of any kind of ganados or any other variety of henchmen led him to believe that Saddler had been defeated, or was in the process of being defeated.

Luis’ theory was confirmed when they miraculously found the motorboat intact with its keys and managed to put some distance between themselves and the island. Through Leon’s binoculars, he watched the mysterious Ada launch a rocket straight into a mutated Saddler's face.

Leon smiled when he had a look himself. "Ada," he softly said.

"Ada?" Luis asked. "So you know her then?"

"We go back," Leon said, not offering any more explanation.

"She saved us before,"Ashley chimed in. "Do you think she will be alright Leon?"

Just then, a helicopter flew over them, clearly landing where Ada was.

"Yeah, she will be fine," Leon said. He had a wistful, tired look on his face. It was obvious that there was some romantic involvement, and Luis had to admit he was deathly curious, but there was no way in hell he would get it out of Leon.

He then noticed there was blood seeping through Leon’s bandages on his right arm and shoulder. "Joder, Leon you're bleeding again.”

"Leave it, we will be picked up soon," Leon said, in a vain attempt to wave him off. Like hell.

Luis asked Ashley to pass him his bag, and began working on Leon, despite his protests that he was steering the motorboat.

"We have open sea in front of us, you won't crash into anything."

"Can I help?" Ashley asked. She was scooting over closer to the both of them, careful not to get up- while the boat was not going very fast, the boat was rocking a fair amount.

"Actually yes, pass me my tote bag," he said.

He got to work as carefully as he could-thankfully Leon slowed and kept the boat sturdy, while calling someone to arrange a pick up place.

"And we have Luis Serra with us….no I did not arrest him,he saved me and Baby Eagle."

"I'm saving you now!" He exclaimed while gently wrapping the bandage around Leon's muscular arm. The person on the other end better have heard him.

Leon gave him an amused smirk. "Copy, will bring him to the extraction point."

"Wait what?" Luis asked. "Am I getting arrested, American? Technically you can't do that, I'm a Spanish citizen."

"What?! Luis is getting arrested?!" Ashley exclaimed, "Leon you can't-" She was pulling out a fresh bandage from the bag.

"Relax, it's not like that, they just want to ask you some questions," Leon said.

Luis scoffed and shrugged. "Looks like I don't have a choice."

"By the way are you done?" Leon asked. Luis had just finished redressing the wound on his forearm.

"No, now your shoulder. Nurse!"

"Yes doctor," Ashley laughed, handing him a neatly rolled bandage.

"Great," Leon grumbled, a slight smile on his face. Regardless, he still dutifully lifted his right arm so his companions could fix it.

"You seem to overstrain your right arm, Leon," Luis said. His fingers neatly danced around Leon's shoulder, swiftly wrapping the clean bandage around the bruised and wounded areas strewn all over his shoulder blade. "Injured your left?"

"Yeah, gunshot wound, six years ago."

Luis tsked. "That would do it." He tucked in the end of the bandage, pulling Leon's sleeve down to keep it in place. His hand lingered longer than it should have, ever so lightly gliding against Leon's shoulder blade. "21 years old huh? You started early."

"Yeah, I did," Leon said, not turning to look at him.

Luis started to realize that the man before him most likely had had a very tragic, upsetting past, not unlike him. He wanted to find out more, but before he could attempt further conversation, Ashley loudly coughed.

Both him and Leon whipped their heads around to look at her, Leon immediately asking if she was okay.

"I think so, I mean, I'm pretty sure I got pneumonia." She gave them an awkward smile, but it was clear the same thought had crossed her mind as theirs.

"Mierda, I should listen to your lungs, but I won't hear shit in this boat and without a stethoscope, but here..." He took her hand and began to take her pulse.

It was alright. "Now look at me…" He moved close, looking into her eyes, specifically the sclera. No trace of the virus.

"Now let me just take a look at your arms…" He ran his fingers up her forearm, applying pressure to key points. He noticed Leon glancing at them, clearly concerned.

Everything looked in order. "You seem to be alright," he gave a reassuring smile. "But doctor first thing. And don't spare details about what you were affected with. I assume the American government knows about the virus, umbrella, all that?" He turned to look at Leon.

"That's classified." He answered. "But…that's part of why they want you around. Just in case."

"Go figure." He sighed.

To his surprise, Ashley took his hand. "I'm not going to let them lock you up somewhere, Luis."

"Oh querida," he leaned in for a hug, and Ashley eagerly reciprocated. He could feel the relief and exhaustion seeping out of her tired body. "You want in Leon?" Luis craned his head around to ask, knowing full well the squire had to steer.

"Very funny." He shook his head. "And also heads up- we're here."

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Before the secret service carted Ashley away, she managed to say goodbye to both Luis and Leon.

First, she took Leon to the side, and while Luis could not hear anything they said, it was clear she was offering him to join her security detail. Leon looked at her with a tired smile, and he could tell by his body language that he was politely declining. Thankfully, Ashley did not seem too broken about it, especially since he had leaned down to let her give him a kiss on the cheek. They then hugged tightly, after which Ashley pointedly ignored the increasingly frustrated agents to also give him a hug.

“He let you down easy?” Luis whispered as they hugged.

She laughed. “He didn’t let me entirely down. He gave me his email and phone. See?” She showed Luis a shakily written number along with a very interesting email address: [email protected]

It certainly wasn’t Leon’s professional email.

“Luis?” Ashley looked at him. “Please stay in touch. I know we already exchanged emails but…please write me. I’ll write you!”

He sighed and cocked his head. “You want to stay in touch with a horrible person like me?”

“Don’t say that.” She quietly said, choked up. “You’re really wonderful, and your knowledge can help others. It’s what you want to do, right?”

“Yes.” He shrugged. “Okay, I give up. I will write you.” He smiled, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She hugged him again, and then, she was climbing into the helicopter.

Luis slowly walked to Leon’s side, watching as the machine took off into the sky. He wondered how they would be shipped out, and more importantly- to where. He took a deep breath, and rubbed his shoulder. The wound hurt like hell, and wherever they were headed, he hoped that there’d be some medical care.

“How’s the shoulder?” Leon softly asked.

“Oh, now you ask, it’s-” Luis did a double take. He had turned to look at Leon, fully expecting to be met with a hardened, somewhat pouty stare he had grown so accustomed to seeing over the past hours. Instead, he was met with a man who had dropped his entire facade.

Exhaustion was too weak of a word to describe what he was seeing. Leon was slouching, his arms were crossed, hands gripping his own biceps in a self-soothing way. The bags under his eyes had somehow increased ten-fold, and his lips were turned up into a weary half-smile, one that said ‘if I take another step I’ll keel over’. It looked like he wanted to faint, but was fighting the urge to do so, instead sort of clumsily swaying, shifting his weight from one foot to another.

Fuck. This man needed to be put on bed rest immediately.

“-it’s, it’s fine.” Luis finally finished his sentence, forgoing any intention of giving Leon shit.

“Some day, huh?” Leon quipped. Fuck, his voice was so shaky.

“Leon, my friend, you need to have yourself examined by a medical professional, now,” Luis insisted, walking up to him. He guided him to a nearby bench overlooking the sea, coaxing him to sit down. “I assume that these people out there in the back are arranging for your transport?” he asked.

“Yeah, they’ll get a helicopter to take me, and you, to the American embassy. I don’t know what will happen from there,” Leon muttered. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, head in his hands.

“That’s not important- you need a doctor.” He put his hand on Leon’s back, and to his surprise, Leon didn’t shake it off. In fact, his body twitched and ever so slightly leaned in towards him, as if he wanted to be hugged. But instead, he stiffened, and he continued to silently hold his head in his hands.

This needed to be fucking sped up.

He got up and jogged towards a small group of annoying looking people in formal suits. “Are you getting a doctor for Leon?”

The group stared at him blankly before a woman with glasses finally indulged him. “Condor One said he didn’t need a doctor. I protested of course, but-”

“Yeah, Leon is full of shit.” Luis began to rant. “He’s injured, and physically and mentally exhausted, he’s on the verge of a breakdown, and I only crudely patched his wounds up- agh!” Luis leaned forward, hissing in pain. The wound on his shoulder began to throb.

The nice woman put her hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“No my dear, I have been stabbed.”

She softly chuckled. “We’ll get you a doctor too, Condor One, er, I mean Leon, said you saved their lives. And possibly stopped the virus from moving onto the mainland.”

“That I did too.” Luis gave her his best charming smile, and it worked. The woman ever so slightly blushed and looked to the side, flustered. Yep, he still got it. “Heyyy, you’re the woman Leon was talking to.” By now the other agents had shifted over to the side, continuing their private conversation in hushed tones.

u“Indeed,” she said. “Ingrid Hnnigan.”

“Luis Serra. Encantado.” He winked at her.

“Pleasure to meet you, former Umbrella researcher Luis Serra Navarro.”

“Ahhhh….” Luis’ flirty smile fell away. “And just in how much trouble am I?”

“Possibly none.” She pushed her glasses up. “You have way too much valuable information and experience for us to let it go to waste. And since you seem to be on our side…we could use your abilities.”

Oh, this was good. It meant that he still had plenty of leverage without having to reveal that he was still in possession of the amber. “Alright, but listen,” he slowly crossed his arms, careful not to aggravate his wound. “I have some demands.”

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Luis didn’t think his demands were outrageous. He’d cooperate fully and provide the American government with any information and expertise they needed. In fact, he’d gladly work to counter las plagas and any other strains of the virus. That thing was very much a plague, and it had ruined his and so many other people’s lives.

In return, he demanded legal immunity, a decent salary, and for the American government to pay off his small apartment on the outskirts of Sevilla.

Surprisingly, it was the apartment they balked at- for fuck’s sake it was a measly 50 000 euros left on that mortgage. After gently reminding them that he may be the last surviving plagas expert and the only person with any insider information about Los Illuminados, and that he helped save the president’s daughter, they agreed.

So here he was, after a few-hour round of exhausting questioning, back in his apartment with all of his most important belongings. Fuck had he been smart to set something up before he decided to bail from Los Illuminados, otherwise he’d be homeless.

At least he had received excellent medical care, and he actually felt good, despite catching only a couple hours of sleep before arriving. Americans had excellent painkillers.

He was just about to take a shower when there was a knock on the door. “Are you already here to take me on a job, yankees?” He called out. They better fucking not- the doctor examining him said he needed a few days rest at least.

To his shock, he was met with Leon standing in his doorway.

“Leon…” he trailed off, a wide smile on his face.

Leon had also been given a full medical check-up, and the doctor’s professional opinion was for him to not only get more tests, but to also rest for a whole month. Leon’s response to that was to go for his debriefing, and then to let Hunnigan know that he was ready for his next assignment..

Luis had tried to strike up a conversation with Leon then, even offering him a room in his apartment if he didn’t want to make the trip back to the States immediately. He realized that what he was offering was stupid. No doubt the government could put Leon up in an excellent hotel, far better than his two-room.

In reality, he had been hoping that Leon picked up on his subtle flirting, and that he had some interest in him, even in a platonic way. But what were the chances of that? So Luis gave him a hearty farewell before he left the embassy, hugging him, fully expecting to never see him again. In fact, he thought he had been delusional when he thought he felt Leon smooth his hands down his back.

Well, judging by the handsome blonde man standing in his doorway, he had been wrong.

“You said you could use some company in your apartment. And Hunnigan told me I’ll have an assignment here in Spain soon. So I figured I’d wait here…while keeping an eye on you.” There was a glint in his eye, one that betrayed an inkling of flirty interest.

Luis grinned, and stepped to the side. “Bienvenido.”

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Leon didn’t even drink the coffee Luis had taken time to prepare.

Luis had warmly invited him in, and told him to make himself at home in the small room that functioned as his private study. It wasn’t much, but it had a pullout couch that functioned as a pretty comfortable bed. As Leon trudged to the room, Luis chattered on about how he’d need to find some new sheets, and how he hoped they weren’t too dusty, and how you had to wrestle with the handle a little bit for the bed to come out, and that Leon should ignore the stacks of books and papers lying about, and also that he’d make the coffee black but warm up some milk if Leon wanted to add some.

It took him a good ten minutes to realize Leon had not been responding at all.

“Fuck, did he die in there?” Luis mumbled, rather hurriedly going inside, only to be met with Leon fast asleep on his stomach, one arm hanging over the couch, the other under his head. He hadn’t even bothered to unfold the couch, or undress in any way; his white T-shirt was bunched up around his waist just above the leather belt looped through the waistband of his tight black jeans. Fuck, he didn’t even take off his boots, and his duffle bag had just been dropped into the corner of the room.

Luis’ thought about at least getting the shoes off, but decided against it; he had no doubt Leon possessed killer instincts, and the last thing he wanted was to be pile-drived into his own apartment floor because he touched a sleeping federal agent.

So he waited, adamant on making Leon at least slightly more comfortable, but the moment never came. After four hours, he realized that Leon probably wasn’t going to wake up for another four, if not more. With a sigh, Luis took off his glasses and looked at Leon. He had changed his position, and was now curled up on his side, arms crossed in front of his very wide chest.

He thought that the loud clacking of the computer keyboard would wake Leon up- he had brought a towel and bedding in preparation for that- but it did not. He hadn’t planned to use the computer in the first place, but unfortunately, this was his study, and the machine was far too big to drag on a whim to his bedroom.

So he typed away, making notes, and writing his own detailed report of what had happened on the island, along with what he had done with the ‘sample’. It needed to be studied, and he planned to get himself hired at a private university that would let him use their labs at night under the pretext of personal research. At least, that was the plan for now. Who knew if Ada would come looking for him? He could always lie to her and tell her he never managed to get the amber from the island.

He ran his hand through his hair. He’d figure it out eventually.

Perhaps putting Leon in his study wasn’t the best idea- he did need to work after all. But….if the man slept this hard, then maybe there was no need to. Regardless, Luis was now tired himself, and was definitely not going to do anything else for the next foreseeable hours.

“Goodnight, Prince Charming,” Luis said out loud as he got up. It’s not as if Leon could hear him. He powered down the computer and switched off the lamp, failing to notice Leon’s eyelids flutter open.

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Leon was still asleep when Luis woke up at noon, but to his relief, Leon had wised up and not only folded out the couch, but also showered and undressed down to his T-shirt, as evidenced by the pants and boots dumped unceremoniously on the floor. He was now curled up beneath the thick duvet Luis had laid out, his blonde hair and nose the only thing visible.

Cute.

By the time he made breakfast, Leon was already up.

And oh what a sight it was. The blond prince was standing before him in nothing but a white T-shirt and boxers that left little to the imagination. His hair was delightfully tousled about, fluffy from the shower he had recently taken.

And the best part was that Leon did not look like he was past the point of exhaustion anymore. Simply mildly tired.

“Sorry to impose myself on you like this,” Leon said, sitting down at the tiny kitchen table with a thump. He gratefully accepted the mug of coffee Luis put in front of him.

“I invited you, remember that.” He smiled. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” He scoffed, “I did.”

“And that is…surprising?” Luis asked.

“It is. I haven’t slept well in a while.”

Luis put the food down on the table. “That much I figured. it was obvious from the moment I saw you.”

“Yeah,” Leon said. “I don’t think I would have slept that well in a hotel room.”

“You wouldn’t? Why?”

The conversation flowed from there. Between mouthfuls, Leon told Luis how he was always somewhere on a mission, and could never fully relax, especially since oftentimes he was alone. To make things sadder, Luis found out he didn't even have a place of his own.

But Leon just shrugged at it. "After training I was traveling so much that it just made no sense." He took a sip of his third mug of coffee. "I'll get a place when life settles down."

Luis looked at him and sighed. "You know with this life…"

"Yeah I know." Leon leaned back. "Either way, Luis, I have to thank you.”

“For what?”

Leon smiled and looked away, the blond strands of his hair covering his face. “Just…you’re a good guy. I don’t know or understand how you got with Umbrella, but-”

“I can tell you.” He raised his eyebrows at Leon. “If that will make you feel better.” Anything to get him to stay and trust him more.

“You don’t have to,” Leon said, slightly shaking his head. It wasn’t a dismissal of his experiences, but rather an understanding of how painful the past could be. “You know...” He tapped his fingers against the mug. “I was at the village elder’s house. There was an account of what happened to your grandfather.” Leon looked right at him. “I’m sorry.”

Luis sucked in air. “Yeah…thank you.” The mention of it alone made his stomach turn. At least his revenge had been carried out, to some degree. In fact, just this morning he had offered a quiet prayer to the God he still did not believe in that Saddler and all of the Los Iluminados had been defeated forever.

Still, he was grateful that Leon was understanding, and not wholly judgemental. So he began to speak- partially to gain Leon’s trust, and partially because he had never been able to freely talk to anyone about his past, and God knew he could use a friendly ear.

As it turned out, Leon seemed like the perfect person to do so. Umbrella had effectively ruined both their lives, along with other lawless organizations. In his case, it was a cult. In Leon’s case, it was organized crime and then the American government.

Before they both knew it, it was already late afternoon.

“Luis, can I ask you something?”

Luis laughed. “I think by now you can ask me pretty much anything, American.”

“Why do you call me prince charming?”

There were so many ways he could play this. He could say it was a joke, that he associated Leon’s blond hair, blue eyes, pretty face and seemingly reckless valor with stereotypical Western fairy tales. He could also tell the truth, that he thought of him as an honest hero-type figure with an unshakable moral compass that was as attractive as his looks were.

Luis had been silent too long, because Leon continued. “Do you think of me as charming?” He had propped his head on his hand, and swept his hair out of his face, his blue eyes clearly visible as he studied Luis with an amused smile.

Ay por Dios. He was flirting!

“So you can fl-” Luis bit his tongue. He wasn’t about to tease Leon about his flirting skills, not now, not when he had some kind of in. “Maybe,” Luis said, cocking his eyebrow. “You interested?” Oh that was fucking weak. He could do better, but in his defense, this version of Leon was very different from the version he had initially met. Then again, it stands to reason that one acts differently when not in life-threatening situations.

Leon hmphed and got up with a chuckle. “Maybe. But right now, I need to go lie down.”

“Alright then.” Luis bit his lip. “But could I ask you to go sleep in my bedroom?”

Ah yes, he had hoped Leon would do a double take. He let the question hang before clarifying that he wanted to work in the study. “In fact, I don’t mind us switching rooms. I have to work on getting a new job, you see.”

Leon smirked at him. “We’ll figure something out.” Leon got up, and gently patted him on the back. “Take care, knight.”

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The romantic tension bubbled over after three days.

Luis was surprised it had even taken this long. He soon realized that Leon had a dry, sarcastic sense of humor that very accurately portrayed his state of mind. So when he would jokingly ask Luis to not peek at him while he undressed, or to not get too distracted when he did push-ups in the living room, Luis knew he meant the exact opposite.

It wasn’t subtle, and it was driving Luis crazy. “I will throw you out,” he jokingly threatened at one point, and Leon had jumped up from doing his crunches and stared him down with a “Huh, I’d like to see you try, Dr Luis.”

Luis had to go sit in the kitchen to calm down after that.

That very same day, Luis was sitting on the sill of the large, open living room window. A perk of living in a townhouse with high ceilings and excellent lighting. He was smoking, mindful to at least not do it around Leon. He knew this shit was cancer, but he needed something to take the edge off. Although in this case, it was Leon that was making him nervous.

He had wanted to make a move earlier, but figured it hadn’t been the right moment. So he sulked, smoking, wondering if this would amount to anything, or if they would just dance around each other for eternity.

“Hey, Luis,” Leon walked into his view. He was wearing a tight black shirt, and his blonde hair was falling loosely in his eyes- overall, he looked incredibly handsome. His cheeks looked fuller, he was less pale, and his eyes were not so sunken anymore. Luis had made sure to feed him well, not only cooking but also putting out proper Spanish food to eat, including fresh bread that Leon almost too happily kept filling up on. He couldn't imagine what this man’s diet looked like on a day to day basis.

In return, Leon helped clean up, and Luis even caught him one morning washing the windows…shirtless. His logic had been that he didn’t have too many shirts with him and he didn’t want to get them dirty, but Luis wasn’t stupid- Leon was sporting a coy smile throughout that entire interaction. Helpful asshole.

Luis shook his head, willing the horny thoughts away. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“I got the kitchen clean, do you need me to do anything else?”

Luis laughed. “No, I mean you didn’t need to do that at all in the first place. It’s a nice evening, enjoy it.” He nodded outside at the view- while the horizon was obscured by buildings, the warm pastel sky was visible.

Leon crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side. “I do. It’s not like I pay rent.”

“You’ve been here all of three days,” Luis said, taking a drag from his cigarette. “And if you insist, there are other ways to pay.” His voice dropped low, and he gave Leon a sultry look.

“Really?” Leon softly asked. “Like what?” He inched closer, not flinching at the cigarette smoke that hit him in the face. There was determination in his eyes.

Luis tried to nonchalantly shrug. “You could….run some errands for me,” he said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and slowly exhaling the smoke out the window. “Or you could do me a more personal favor.” He put the cigarette back between his lips and raised his eyebrows.

Leon tsked. “Stop fucking around, Luis.” And then he leaned in, close, with a clear intent to initiate a kiss. The only thing stopping him was the cigarette in between Luis' lips.

A chill ran down Luis’ spine. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and tried to turn his head to exhale, but Leon’s hand was suddenly on his cheek, preventing him from doing so.

So he exhaled, slowly, bathing Leon’s face in a cloud of smoke that dissipated around his features. Leon didn’t even flinch, instead slowly closing his eyes and opening them again, looking at Luis with a barely concealed intensity before finally kissing him.

Luis threw his arm around Leon’s neck, shamelessly kissing back. He flicked the unfinished cigarette out the window, and sunk his hand into Leon's soft hair, reveling in how it felt in between his fingers. In return, Leon engulfed him with his arms, bringing him close to his chest.

They were not being slow, and they were not taking it easy, something they quickly paid for in pain; they were both far from healed yet. So they tried to be more careful, although the shallow kisses soon turned into deep ones, and the light touches turned into groping. Neither of them exchanged a word, but there was no need to- at this point, it was clear where things were heading.

They stumbled into the bedroom, haphazardly undressing along the way. Luis found himself trying to kiss Leon every moment he could- the man's lips were somehow both soft and firm, and he could not wait to feel them across his body, if Leon were so kind to indulge.

And indulge he did, placing kisses on Luis' neck, drawing out satisfied sighs, followed by moans when those very lips moved to his chest. They were now on the bed, in a state of near nudity; Leon was already in his underwear, while Luis still regrettably had his shirt and underwear on. He was desperately trying to wrestle it off as Leon left open mouthed kisses on his lower stomach.

Leon's eagerness was enthralling, but Luis found it unfair- he wanted to do the same to him. Eventually he did, managing to encourage Leon to lie on his back while he licked and nipped at his wide, smooth chest, slowly making his way down to where Leon’s happy trail began.

The first time was awkward, but pleasant. It had been a while for both of them, but they managed to sync with each other, enjoying their mutual, intimate company as the sun set in hues of pink, red, and purple. By their third time, it was already midnight.

Luis laid on his side, slightly panting from the exertion and the following orgasm it had brought. He was grateful for the night air coming from the open windows, cooling his overheated body. He imagined Leon was just as grateful; the beautiful man was lying on his back with his arm thrown over his face, panting furiously- during that last stretch he had done most of the legwork, and while his strength was enviable, Luis imagined it too had its limits.

“We should probably go to sleep, huh prince?” Luis had been forced to abbreviate the nickname; ‘prince charming’ was a little long to call out while getting fucked.

Leon’s lips turned up in a smile. “Yeah, probably.”

They settled into a comfortable silence, before Luis broke it by asking a question. “Leon, if you don’t mind me asking-” he propped himself up on his elbow, the bed slightly creaking under his weight. “-you’ve always been into men? Because myself…” he waved. “...a fairly recent development, well recent; I decided I was bisexual five years ago.”

Leon softly chuckled and turned towards him, the lone lamp they had turned on bathing his naked body in a warm light. Luis held his breath; this man was a picture of male beauty. He hoped he would never leave his bed.

“I haven’t really thought about it. Didn’t really have the luxury to do so,” Leon replied.

“The luxury?” That was a confusing answer.

“You know,” Leon cleared his throat. “I had other things happening. And it seemed like trying to figure out my sexuality was on the bottom of the list and not a priority. Or having a relationship of any kind.”

Luis sighed. It was a sad thing to say, albeit not surprising. Leon was the kind of person who put others first and himself second- in apparently every regard.

“Well I am glad you made your way into my bed. “Luis leaned in to kiss him, and the kiss was eagerly returned. “Let’s sleep then.”

“Yeah, night,” Leon said, getting up. “See you morning.”

“Uh, Leon? where the fuck are you going?” Luis said in a tone of mock anger. No doubt he was going to shower or something.

“Well to my room.” He was now standing awkwardly at the food of the bed, a spare white sheet wrapped around his waist.

Oh Luis was now actually angry. ‘Why?! There’s plenty of room here-it’s not like this is a one-night stand you know!” At least, he didn’t want it to be. “You don’t have to bolt out as soon as we finish! Do you not like my company anymore?”

“No, no no.” Leon raised his hand in a reassuring manner and lightly shook his head. He sounded very sincere. “It’s just, I usually don’t stay.” He shrugged. “Even if it’s in the same apartment.”

Luis figured he’d get to the ‘why’ one day. Currently, he was too tired to ask, but like hell was he going to sleep without Leon next to him. So he sat up and reached for Leon’s sheet, pulling him back into bed.

Leon stumbled forward, a beaming, toothy smile on his face as he lay back down. One of the biggest ones Luis had seen yet.

“Here, turn around,” Luis said, coaxing Leon to lie on his side with his back to him. He then pressed himself against Leon, wrapping his arms around him from behind. “Let me just hug you like this for a little while, hm?” Luis nuzzled his face into the crook of Leon’s shoulder, sighing contentedly into the soft, still-slightly-damp skin. “Keep you from going away.” As to make a point, Luis squeezed Leon’s waist a little tighter.

Leon made no effort to shake him off, instead placing his hand on Luis’ arm. “I will have to go though.”

“Hm?” Luis hummed into Leon’s shoulder.

“Hunnigan called. Nothing big, but I’ll have to go for a few days.”

“Uh-huh. And you intended to sneak out in the morning, huh prince?”

It was silent for a while before Leon replied. “Not anymore.”

Luis was falling quickly asleep, but that didn’t stop him from placing a lazy, wet kiss to the back of Leon’s neck. “Come back as soon as you’re done. I’ve been lonely for too long. As have you.”

Leon didn’t say anything- sleep was already taking him. However, in the cozy darkness of the small bedroom, he took Luis’ hand in his, and squeezed it tightly before giving into slumber with a soft smile on his lips.

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