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[Serennedy] No Rest for the Wicked

It's been ten years since Valdelobos, but Leon still makes Luis feel like they're in their twenties: young and reckless and not able to keep their hands off each other. Rated Explicit | 6.5k words | ao3 link

Luis slowly blinked awake to the unmistakable glare of sunlight in his eyes.

For once, the harsh morning light didn't make him groan in protest and bury his face into a pillow; he'd actually gotten a decent night's sleep instead of stumbling into bed at four in the morning after a research binge like usual.

The reason for Luis' normal sleep schedule was currently curled up next to him, quietly snoring in the stillness of the morning. One would never think that this beautiful man, with his long lashes fanning over high cheekbones and plush lips that parted on every soft exhale, was a highly dangerous special agent.

They also wouldn't know that Leon slept with a knife tucked under his pillow and a loaded pistol in his nightstand. Luis almost felt bad for that one burglar who had made the mistake of breaking in and promptly soiled his pants as he was immediately greeted by a very angry American aiming a gun between his eyes and snarling, "Leave."

Luis had lectured Leon in the morning, ranting, "Dios mío, at least make them wipe the floor after if you're going to insist on scaring the piss out of harmless criminals."

Luis smiled to himself and shook his head: living with Leon was never boring, that was for sure.

Settling in for a lazy morning in bed, Luis propped himself up on his pillow, arms crossed behind his head. He looked out of their bedroom window, where the sun was slowly rising over the Mexican countryside.

After Valdelobos, staying in Spain hadn't been a possibility for Luis. Him, Leon and Ashley had made it out by the skin of their teeth and Luis had—extremely optimistically—returned with his new friends to America in the hopes that a government that had annihilated one of its own cities, murdered its own troops and blackmailed a traumatized 21-year-old into working for them would welcome him with open arms.

In Luis' defense, he'd been tired and desperate and already halfway in love with the handsome prince who had swooped in and saved him from the monsters. He would probably have followed Leon anywhere.

Thankfully, when the President heard both his darling daughter and new favorite agent put in a good word for Luis, the USSTRATCOM goons interrogating him had suddenly become much more lenient to his past crimes. And, yes, technically Luis had also been blackmailed into working for the US government, but it sounded much better when they framed it as his opportunity to atone for his mistakes.

You’d think Luis would have learned by then that if something sounded too good to be true, it probably was.

Rather than atone for anything, Luis had been passed around like a common whore between government organizations, from STRATCOM to SOCOM to AMRIID until they seemed to run out of acronyms that would take him. Nobody quite knew what to do with him except that his knowledge was both valuable and dangerous, and Luis had barely gotten to work on any actual projects with the dark cloud of "Ex-Umbrella and Las Plagas researcher" looming over him.

That had continued for about five years, until Leon had enough of Luis' talent being wasted and used the name he'd made for himself after Ashley’s rescue to call in some favors. Said calls eventually resulted in one Chris Redfield showing up to Luis' dingy government-issued (and -surveilled) apartment and announcing that Luis was now working under him at the BSAA as a consultant. Chris had shoved a phone into Luis' hand and told him he was free to go "wherever the fuck he wanted" as long as he had a functioning lab and answered when the phone rang.

Luis packed up his bags and left his shithole of an apartment that same night, moving into Leon's cramped studio in DC instead.

Mexico had been Leon's idea. They were both pretty sick of the good old US of A and Luis missed his home country something fierce, but with the litany of Spanish arrest warrants on him, they settled for the next best thing and bought a run-down farm in the mountains of southern Mexico instead.

Luis had felt right at home. The nearby town was quaint but nice, reminding him of summers spent on the outskirts of Barcelona with his friends from university. The town was nothing like the backwards and overly religious village Luis had grown up in and in just a few months, he'd been able to recruit some of his new Mexican friends to help convert the old barn on their property into a high-tech lab. The locals sometimes teased both Leon and Luis for their accents but had otherwise welcomed them with open arms, pointedly not asking why two supposedly rich men were sharing a one-bedroom house.

Despite the relative freedom, Luis had no illusions that certain high-ranking US officials didn’t still keep a watchful eye on his work for the BSAA through the UN. Still, these days he was treated with much less suspicion, especially after the extensive research paper of Las Plagas variants he and Dr. Chambers had collaborated on. Rebecca had apparently kicked up quite the storm among the higher-ups when she noticed that the final publication had all instances of Luis' name removed and the paper was credited solely to her. Predictably, nothing came of it, but Luis appreciated the sentiment nonetheless.

Leon sadly still worked for the US government, now at the DSO, which in Luis' eyes fell firmly under the "same shit, different name" category. But after sixteen years of esteemed service, Leon had more money and freedom than the majority of his countrymen and his bosses scarcely cared where their best agent went between missions and what—or who—he chose to do.

All those times when they still lived in America and Leon had "accidentally" punted Luis' government liaison in the face in "self-defense" for "sneaking up on them" during date nights had probably been quite effective in driving the latter point home. And as fun as it was to watch his squire defend his honor, Luis was glad those days were long gone.

Over the last five years, they'd settled nicely into their new life in Mexico and the once-farm had become a home. Between the whole saving the world thing, they were just like any other couple: Luis grew a small "herb" garden, Leon helped the abuelas down the road with heavy lifting, they went drinking to the cozy pub in town on the weekends, and sometimes played guitar on the porch—Luis somewhat decently, and Leon bad enough to make the neighbor’s dogs howl.

And for the first time since Lab Six, Luis actually enjoyed his work. Yes, it was annoying to not get credit for most of it, but Chris was a fair boss and his squad was full of good people, and the other BSAA researchers were some of the most brilliant minds Luis had ever worked with. Luis could confidently claim that his and Leon's contributions to the anti-BOW efforts had saved thousands, if not millions, of lives—Leon mostly by shooting Tyrants in the face and Luis with his all-nighters in the lab—and Luis had gotten some of the redemption he'd been so desperate for after Umbrella and Los Illuminados.

Luis' current long-running project was a biologist's wet dream: he was investigating an entirely new species of fungus that was native to Romania and highly infectious with its airborne spores. Chris had actually shown up in person to deliver the sample, cradling a sealed box of black mold like it was precious and begging Luis to find out something, anything about the fungus and the hivemind it was attached to. Luis hadn’t made much progress yet but since both Leon and Chris both firmly believed he was the man for the job, he wasn’t about to give up anytime soon.

Aside from the BSAA delivering work to Luis, he and Leon didn’t get many visitors. Two orphans without any living family left didn't have a terribly big social circle and as much as Luis liked the friends they'd made in Mexico, he really didn't want an outsider to stumble upon one of Leon's thirty-something guns or a BOW autopsy photo Luis had left lying around.

Still, their lumpy pullout couch did occasionally see use. Claire usually dropped by whenever her work with TerraSave took her to South America, and even Sherry had started visiting semi-regularly in the last few years—though those times it was Luis and Leon sleeping on the cramped couch as Leon insisted Sherry take their bed. Being a gentleman, Luis didn't mind in the slightest; but when he'd offered the same courtesy to Claire, both her and Leon had burst out laughing. Regardless, Claire was great company and Sherry was a sweet girl and Luis knew how important they both were to Leon. Luis would never forget the day that Sherry had called them and said that with Simmons dead, she was allowed to see Leon whenever she wanted to; it was one of the few times Luis had seen Leon openly sobbing.

Of their other friends, Ashley still kept in touch via e-mail and yearly tacky Christmas cards even though her doctoral studies kept her busy, and Rebecca liked to phone in at odd hours to consult Luis on lab problems or bounce ideas off of him. Chris and his squad had dropped by a couple times after missions and it somehow always ended in half a dozen BSAA agents passed out on the floor of their living room after they'd destroyed Leon's entire tequila collection. Leon had gotten a few pictures of Chris drooling against the tiled floor or clutching a puke bucket and sent them to Claire, which Luis supposed was deserved.

Last time, Chris had promised to bring someone named Jill along, claiming she was a huge fan of Luis' work and very excited to finally meet him. Leon had sighed in resignation and agreed, but only if a man called Carlos tagged along with them for moral support.

Luis still didn't know whether he should be excited to meet this Jill or sneak some of Leon's body armor under his jacket just in case.

But as dangerous women were concerned, nothing could beat the memorable time Ada Wong had showed up unannounced on their doorstep. She'd been bleeding profusely through her stylish dress and refused to elaborate what had happened or how she even knew their address as she made a beeline for the medicine cabinet. Leon was away on a mission and Ada did not take kindly to Luis offering to help tend to her wounds, but she did accept his offer of Leon's tee while Luis washed the blood out of her dress in the bathroom sink. Once he left the bathroom, Luis found Ada sitting by the kitchen table and scrolling through Luis' password- and fingerprint-protected work laptop, taking elegant bites of the sandwich Luis had just prepared for himself, her legs crossed and somehow making Leon's oversized Nirvana tee look like high fashion.

And because he valued his life, Luis had only smiled and asked if she wanted coffee with her sandwich.

Ada left the next morning—after Luis had played housewife to her for an entire day—stealing nothing but Luis' pride and Leon's worn tee and, oh, just invaluable confidential information on his latest projects. Leon got home a few days later, laughing his ass off when Luis told him what had happened and showing Luis the text message of "Your puppy is very well-trained. Give him a treat for me 💋" he'd received from an untraceable number two days prior.

Luis huffed a silent chuckle at the memory. Even with Leon regularly gone for weeks at a time and all sorts of shady characters occasionally invading their home, Luis loved the life they had built together.

And he owed it all to the man next to him.

Luis looked at Leon who was still sleeping soundly, probably tired out from the recon mission he’d come home from only a few days ago. Age and stress weighed heavy on Leon’s once-youthful face, with dark bags under his eyes and the creases on his forehead more pronounced, but at least Luis had been able to talk him out of that depressing brown hair dye a few years prior. The blond hair suited him much better, looking almost golden where the bangs fell messily onto his face as he slept. Luis didn't think he'd ever seen Leon as at peace as he was right here, face half-squished into his pillow with a week’s worth of stubble and the morning sun on his face.

Not able to resist, Luis turned onto his side and shuffled closer to Leon under the covers, curling up with his back against the muscular chest and his head tucked under Leon’s chin.

Leon let out a sleepy murmur of approval, wrapping an arm around Luis’ middle and pressing close against him to—oh, hello there.

Luis' groin stirred in pleasant surprise as he felt Leon's morning wood pushing into his lower back. Eager at the prospect of morning sex, Luis grabbed Leon’s hand and brought it up to place a kiss onto his knuckles, making Leon sigh softly and press even closer against him.

They stayed like that for several minutes, until Luis realized that Leon had no intention of acting on his arousal and the tightness in his own sleep pants was starting to feel uncomfortable.

Time to ramp up the charm.

"Cariño. Mi hermoso," Luis murmured, "accidentally" pushing his ass against Leon’s erection. "Te amo."

This time, Leon’s sigh was marginally more exasperated before he moved his hand down to grip Luis’ hip and murmured, "Love you too.”

That was all the warning Luis got before he was shoved and unceremoniously rolled over onto his stomach, Leon sprawling out on top of him. Luis huffed and tried to move only to find out he couldn't, effectively pinned against the bed by Leon's bulkier frame and thus putting a stop to his obvious come-on.

"Oye," Luis complained. "So rough, Sancho."

"Your fault," Leon groused, voice still raspy with sleep. "Fucking tease."

And that was when Luis realized that instead of simply holding him in place, Leon was lazily grinding his hard-on against the back of Luis' thigh.

Luis grinned against the sheets as blood rushed back to his dick. Score one for Luis.

"Is there something you want, mi príncipe?" Luis asked innocently, pushing back against Leon's hips.

"Yeah." Leon shamelessly grabbed a handful of Luis' ass. "This."

Something within Luis preened at being so undeniably wanted. He might not be as vain as he used to and his lanky body wasn’t anywhere near the muscled perfection of Leon’s build, but he was still proud of his appearance and the effortless sexy-disheveled look he’d practically perfected.

Oh, and his ass: Luis’ best feature and a source of endless fun for the past twenty or so years. Based on the amount of groping and kneading of said ass he was currently doing, Leon seemed to agree.

"Oh? And what would you like to do with it?" Luis teased, flexing the muscles.

He could practically hear the smirk in Leon’s voice as he squeezed Luis’ cheeks and said, "You'll see."

Luis' face flushed and he was glad that Leon couldn't see how much he was already affected by just some light petting. Despite their high-stress jobs and decade-long relationship, Leon still made him feel like they were in their twenties: young and reckless and unable to keep their hands off each other.

Not one to be outdone, Luis arched his back to make the curve of his ass even more tantalizing.

"Then do your worst, mi amor," Luis said as seductively as he could manage.

Efficient as always, Leon wasted neither time nor words. He simply pushed up on his elbows and kissed Luis' naked back right between his shoulder blades, hands gripping Luis' hips possessively.

"Oh, yes," Luis sighed into the mattress. "You do all the work and I simply lie here and look pretty? Wonderful plan, mi amor."

Leon huffed, a warm rush of air against Luis' skin. "Just because I know how useless you are before your coffee."

"Oye," Luis protested half-heartedly. "Caffeine is a staple of any genius'—hnn."

Luis' sentence died on his tongue as Leon's thumbs rubbed circles over the dimples on his lower back and heated kisses trailed down his spine. When callused fingers hooked under the waistband of his pajama pants, Luis was already lifting his hips to make it easier to slide them off.

"Someone's eager," Leon said.

Luis scoffed. "You're one to talk, señor wandering hands."

Leon snorted before tugging the pants off and leaving Luis naked in the soft chill of the morning. Leon proceeded to lie down on Luis' legs and planted a kiss on the base of his spine, breath hot on Luis' lower back.

Heat rushed to both Luis' face and his groin and he bit his lip to muffle the excited whine that threatened to spill free. He couldn't help but shiver from anticipation as Leon's lips moved down the cleft of his ass, closer and closer to where he really wanted them.

When Leon grabbed his cheeks to part them and pressed his mouth against Luis' hole, Luis groaned, "Finally."

Leon chuckled, licking over the puckered skin. "This what you wanted?"

"Mierda, yes," Luis said. "More."

Leon hummed—in agreement or just out of pure smugness, Luis didn't care, because he was kissing and mouthing at the sensitive skin of Luis' rim and making pleasure zing up his spine.

When Leon added tongue to the mix and gently lapped at his hole, Luis couldn't suppress his moan; it was unfair how good this felt.

"Oh, cariño, just like that," Luis encouraged.

The sound seemed to spur Leon on. He groaned against Luis' ass, a deep sound of pleasure in time with his licks, and the indecent noise shot straight to Luis' already excited dick. Leon was usually quiet with both his pain and his pleasure, and for him to be moaning already told Luis exactly how worked up he was.

Wanting to hear more of Leon’s sounds, Luis bit his lip to stifle his own moans even as Leon's tongue was single-handedly driving him mad. His resolve lasted all of thirty seconds or so because Leon—being the smug bastard that he was—pulled back to tease his stubble against Luis’ spit-slick hole, rough and just the way he knew Luis liked.

"Unh, Leon," Luis grunted, hands fisting the sheets from the exquisite pleasure-pain.

Leon gave Luis’ poor hole a few apologetic licks before a callused finger joined the fun, circling and pressing against the pucker in a teasing massage. Just as Luis was starting to squirm from impatience, Leon pushed the digit in.

Luis let out a shaky exhale as his hole twitched and adjusted to the feeling. Everything was a little dryer than he’d like, but he’d taken much more with much less before.

"God, you look good," Leon praised, then shamelessly licked around the finger sinking into Luis' ass, instantly elevating the feeling from vaguely unpleasant to incredible. "This okay?"

"Sí, sí, keep going," Luis panted, already out of breath.

Leon sank his finger deeper, curling it against Luis' prostate with eerie precision.

Luis gasped, body jolting from the sudden stimulation. "You bastard," he laughed breathlessly. "That's not fair."

"You can take it," Leon said before pushing in to the knuckle.

Leon started massaging Luis' prostate in earnest, making it swell as he worked Luis to full arousal; using his hands that had killed in a hundred different ways purely to pleasure Luis. Those damn fingers could take apart a gun in ten seconds and take apart Luis in even less than that.

"Mm, Leon," Luis groaned, feebly grinding down against the bed to get some friction on his throbbing dick. "So good, querido. Don't stop."

Of course, that was exactly when Leon decided to pull his finger out.

"Ay!" Luis protested.

Leon chuckled, placing a wet kiss on Luis’ lower back. “So needy,” he tutted, and then that wonderful mouth pressed right back between Luis’ cheeks.

Leon’s tongue swirled around the hole with meaning, now, and Luis felt his cheeks clenching around Leon's face as his body twitched from the stimulation. Leon didn’t seem to mind, as he only hummed and licked up and down the crack, rough stubble a delicious contrast to the wet drag of his tongue.

“Mierda, don’t tease!” Luis tried to complain but it came out more like a pathetic plea.

Completely ignoring him, Leon rubbed one finger over the slick skin of Luis' perineum, clearly proud of the wet mess his dripping spit had created. And then, finally, he grabbed and spread Luis’ asscheeks and used the easy access to his hole to press his tongue firmly against it, pointed tip wiggling against the tight muscle.

Luis took in a shuddering breath and willed himself to relax under the teasing assault to his hole, then choked on an embarrassing whimper when his body gave in and Leon's tongue slipped inside.

“Ah—ah, cariño…!” Luis gasped, blindly reaching behind himself to grab Leon's hair and push his lover’s face more firmly into his ass.

Leon let out a filthy groan and buried his face deeper, hands pawing at Luis' cheeks and nose squished against Luis’ tailbone as his tongue thrust in and out of Luis' hole.

"¡Joder!" Luis cried out, fingers digging into Leon's scalp. His dick drooled messily against the sheets, throbbing at the feeling of the wet slick hot that was Leon’s tongue fucking him open. "So good, mi amor, so good…"

Leon hummed, the vibrations from his tongue sending shivers up Luis' spine. He slowed down to a leisurely pace, tongue gently lapping inside the rim before slowly plunging deep into Luis’ body.

Luis whined and let go of Leon's hair in favor of fisting the sheets as the slow burn of arousal built up to a boiling point. Leon's tongue felt heavenly but his high-strung body was done playing around, desperate to feel the thick hardness of Leon's cock fucking into him.

"Mnn, querido, m-mi príncipe…" Luis stammered. "Need you."

Leon's tongue thrust a little faster but he didn’t otherwise react, and Luis was very much prepared to beg if that was what it took.

But then the thick pad of Leon’s thumb started rubbing at the outside of Luis' hole, working over sensitive flesh in a way that made him bite back a whimper. The tip of the finger pushed in alongside Leon’s tongue just enough to catch on the rim and pull, spreading Luis' loosened hole obscenely.

"¡Ah, joder...!" Luis moaned, forehead digging against the mattress. "Mi amor, fuck me, I can't take this anymore!"

Leon immediately pulled off, his breathing surprisingly heavy. "The lube's in the bathroom—"

"If you leave this bed I will kill you," Luis snarled, making Leon snort. He considered for a moment and then asked, "How wet are you?"

"Um." Leon sounded comically bashful for someone who was just tongue-deep in Luis' ass. Luis imagined him sheepishly looking down at the—probably—soaked front of his boxers; even just eating Luis out was usually enough to get him leaking. "Pretty wet."

Luis smirked, turning his head to the side so he could look up from under his bangs. "Then what are you waiting for, cowboy?"

Leon's expression darkened with lust before he pounced. He swiftly pushed himself up on his knees and moved to straddle Luis' trembling legs, making his heavy cock smack against Luis’ thigh.

Luis' brain stuttered. "When did you have time to get naked!?" he squawked.

"Right about when you were busy moaning your lungs out," Leon deadpanned, spreading Luis' cheeks to expose his spit-slick hole again. "Oh, wait—you did that the whole time."

Luis snickered and shot back a half-hearted, "Fuck you," but rather than argue, Leon unceremoniously spat onto his hole. "Ugh. How romantic," Luis complained, but squirmed and canted his hips to try and grind against Leon's cock anyway.

"C’mon, none of that," Leon said, one of his hands moving to Luis' back to pin him against the mattress with his unfair strength. "Just relax. I'll take care of you, okay?"

Luis bit his lip as two instincts warred in his head. There was the ever-present part of his personality that always wanted to push back, to question and argue until he got the last word: a quality that had earned him a doctorate in just five years and a gorgeous American agent as a boyfriend in under twenty-four hours.

But there was also a deep dark corner of his soul that nobody but Leon got to see. Something in Luis that craved to give in, to forget about BOW's and research notes and simply be at someone else's mercy, until nothing existed in his head but pleasure or pain or whatever else Leon decided to give him. Luis didn't know if he could get there today, but if Leon wanted to try…

Luis exhaled shakily, relaxing against the bed in a gesture of surrender. "Okay."

"There you go," Leon said, his voice dropping low in a stark contrast to his usual snark. "Now be a good boy and stay still."

Luis didn't really have a choice in the matter: in this position, he really was at Leon's mercy.

The thought only made his erection throb more insistently, and, well, it looked like maybe he could get there after all.

“That’s it,” Leon said, the wet tip of his cock nudging against Luis’ hole. "You ready?"

Luis nodded and with one hard push, the fat head of Leon's cock slipped inside. Luis’ breath caught in his throat at the initial penetration, his rim burning as he stretched around Leon's familiar girth. Leon continued pushing forward until Luis felt heavy balls resting against his perineum.

Leon paused once he was fully seated. "You okay, hot stuff?" he asked.

"Always, mi príncipe," Luis managed with a shaky smile even as he gripped the sheets on either side of his head in anticipation of what was to come.

Not a moment later, Leon started to move. He grabbed Luis by the hips and thrust into him with deep and hard strokes, spit and precum barely enough to ease the way as he fucked Luis open. It was too much, too soon—

—And just the way Luis liked it.

"Mmh, Leon," Luis moaned, clutching the sheets as his body was forced to adjust to the rough pace.

"Fuck," Leon grunted. "You feel so good. Every fucking time."

Luis was already trembling, hyper aware of every delicious inch of Leon's cock as it dragged against his sensitive rim and occasionally brushed over his prostate. Leon wasn't a young man anymore but he sure fucked like one, always using every bit of his stamina and those strong muscles to steadily piston on until Luis was sobbing from pleasure or screaming as he came.

Usually both.

"You're so tight," Leon said, never faltering from the rough pace he’d set. "Fucking made to take my cock."

Luis bit his lip and whined, the filthy words from his normally reserved lover turning him on just as much as the thick cock spearing him open. He wasn’t sure how long he'd be able to last if Leon kept going like this, but he'd try his best—he just wanted to be good for Leon.

Luis welcomed the heady rush of endorphins as he reached for that thought, blanking out everything in his mind that wasn't pleasuring Leon. Here, he didn’t need to be Luis Serra the brilliant scientist or quick-witted smartass; he could simply let himself be an object of Leon's desire. Luis was just here to take cock, look pretty and do whatever Leon asked of him.

So when Leon leaned back and roughly spread Luis’ asscheeks to look, Luis only enjoyed the surge of arousal and humiliation alike flashing through his body.

"Fuck," Leon cursed, no doubt staring at his own cock plunging into Luis' ass and stretching him to his limit. "Look at you, such a pretty sight. It's like you were made to be fucked."

Luis' hole clenched around Leon and he muffled a whine against the bed. He was being good, Leon thought he was pretty, he was making Leon feel good—

"Fuck, you love this, don't you?" Leon kept going as he pounded away, seemingly oblivious to how his words were scrambling Luis' brain. "Always need a cock filling your slutty hole."

Luis groaned long and loud, something deep in his chest coming loose at the dirty praise. Next thing he knew, Leon's hand was in his hair, roughly yanking his head up from the mattress.

Luis winced from the sting in his scalp but his cock twitched happily at how easy it was for Leon to push him around like this.

"Tell me," Leon ordered, apparently not satisfied with Luis' wordless moans against the sheets. "Tell me how good I’m fucking you."

"So good, cariño, so good," Luis blabbered, his usual wit just a whisper at the back of his mind as his whole body sang with Leon, Leon, Leon. "Nobody else makes me feel like this."

"Keep going," Leon grunted, thrusting in hard.

"It feels good! ¡Ah, joder—please, please don't stop!" Luis begged.

"Good boy," Leon praised.

Satisfied with Luis' efforts, Leon let go of his hair and grabbed his hips with both hands instead, making Luis' head flop back down against the mattress bonelessly.

"You feel so good. You're amazing," Leon breathed, then tightened his grip on Luis' hips and said, "Such a good little slut."

“Yours,” Luis murmured automatically, eyes fluttering close as the filthy praise settled under his skin. “Your good slut.”

Leon groaned and abruptly dragged Luis down the bed and back against his cock, hips snapping up hard as he fucked in deeper than before.

"Ah—ah, fuck!" Luis exclaimed, briefly overwhelmed by the sudden surge of pleasure.

Leon gave him no time to adjust before he did it again, sliding almost fully out of Luis’ hole before thrusting back in and pulling Luis’ helpless body down to meet him, effortlessly manhandling Luis onto his cock.

"Leon!" Luis practically screamed, his neglected cock dragging against the sheets with every thrust.

"Fuck, you're still so tight," Leon panted, settling back into a rough pace. "Feels so fucking good."

Luis whimpered as his hole was rammed into again and again, Leon's cock now a relentless pressure against his prostate and the sweaty sheets a burning friction against his dick, his ass red and raw from where Leon's hips slapped against the cheeks with every thrust. Luis could barely move in Leon's strong grip but he arched his back as much as he could, giving Leon better access to his hole.

"God, just like that," Leon said, voice dark and possessive. "You're mine. All," thrust, "fucking," thrust, "mine."

Luis bit his lip and fisted the sheets, a sob finally breaking free and hot tears falling down his face. His entire body felt like a live wire, raw and exposed and riding the edge between pleasure and pain. He could feel his orgasm just out of reach—just one pump of Leon’s hand on his cock would probably be enough to set him off.

"Mi amor," Luis whined. "Touch me, I can’t…I need to come.”

"Not yet," Leon grunted, pinning Luis’ hips against the bed while never faltering from his pace. "I'm so close—I'm gonna fuck you just like this, and you're gonna take it."

Luis sobbed at being denied the little friction he had. Leon kept pounding into him, holding Luis in place with strong arms and thick thighs and using his body as he pleased, keeping Luis's poor dick is trapped uselessly against the sheets.

Luis' mind went hazy at the edges as his body relaxed; he was nothing but a warm hole for Leon's cock, just a toy for him to use—

"Oh, you like that? You just want me to hold you down and fuck you, use your ass and fill you up?" Leon panted. "That's my good fucking whore."

At Leon's words, something in Luis broke and his orgasm punched through him out of nowhere. Pleasure surged through his entire body and he came with a quiet sob, dick spurting messily between the mattress and his stomach and ass clenching around Leon's still pistoning cock.

"Oh, fuck," Leon groaned, rhythm faltering as he fucked Luis through his release. "You came from just my cock, sweetheart? Fuck, you're so good, so sweet for me."

Fondness fluttered in Luis' chest at the pet name and absolute awe in Leon's voice. The aftershocks of his orgasm washed over him like gentle waves lapping at the shoreline, his body going boneless and his slack mouth drooling onto the sheets as Leon’s thrusts rocked him forward on the bed.

Leon’s legs were starting to tremble on top of him, his heavy breaths of exertion filling the room as he slowly fucked into Luis' tender hole, still chasing his release. A weak jolt of arousal rushed through Luis at the realization that Leon still wanted to finish in his useless, fucked-out body.

"Do it,” Luis croaked, his voice wrecked. “Do it, mi vida, por favor."

"What? What do you need, baby?" Leon asked, clear concern in his voice and his thrusts stilling even this close to his orgasm.

"Use me," Luis moaned, weakly clenching around Leon's cock, his body alight with overstimulation but needing Leon to keep going. His blood burned with humiliation as he begged, "Use my slutty hole to come."

"F-fuck...Okay," Leon said, and Luis could almost pinpoint the exact second that his control snapped.

Leon’s hands tightened on Luis’ hips and he started bucking into him hard and wild, making Luis choke on whimpers and hitching moans as Leon’s cock plunged into his oversensitive body. He hung on for dear life and reveled in the sting of his sore muscles and abused hole, something dark and primal within him purring with satisfaction at Leon’s needy grunts as he chased his pleasure with abandon.

It wasn’t long until Leon’s rhythm faltered and his thick cock swelled even further inside Luis. Leon groaned and buried himself balls-deep, fingers squeezing Luis’ hips hard enough to leave bruises.

"Ugh, shit," Leon grunted as he filled Luis with his release, shallowly grinding into him to ride it out. "Luis, fuck…"

Luis heaved in a shuddering breath, his sensitive body twitching in time with the last pulses of Leon’s cock inside him. When Leon pulled out, his hole clenched feebly on nothing, and Luis shivered as the cool air of the room caressed over the wet skin.

Leon collapsed on his back next to Luis, both of them panting and shaking from the intensity—and in Leon’s case, physical exertion—of their coupling.

Luis was a mess. His hair was soaked with sweat and the sheets weren’t faring much better, the drying cum sticky between his skin and the mattress. His hole throbbed with every heartbeat, sloppy and raw from being well and thoroughly fucked.

“Fuck,” Leon groaned after a few minutes.

Luis chuckled deliriously. “Good morning to you too, mi amor.”

Luis blindly groped around for a pillow and dragged it under his face to make himself comfortable; he had no intention of leaving this bed any time soon.

Leon brushed some of Luis' sweaty hair from his face, making Luis peer up at him with the eye not squished against the pillow.

Leon's lips pulled up in a small smile. "Hi."

Luis grinned. How one man could go from completely wrecking Luis in the best way to immediately blushing and smiling like a dork was a mystery that only Leon S. Kennedy knew the answer to.

"'Hi'?" Luis repeated. "You rail me into the mattress and call me your good little slut and then hi? Dios mío, I am dripping with your semen, this is not exactly the time for modesty.”

Leon's cheeks pinked and he bowed his head to make his bangs hide some of his face, a nervous habit he'd kept all these years. It wasn't very fitting for a high-ranking DSO operative, but Luis adored it—it reminded him of the young agent with kind eyes who had stumbled into Luis' life ten years ago.

"So that was okay?" Leon asked, still gently petting Luis' hair. "Not too much?"

Ten years of experience had taught Luis that as much as Leon loved being in control and doing and saying all sorts of filthy things to a very enthusiastic Luis, he always craved reassurance afterwards. Being physically stronger and whatnot, Leon needed to hear that he hadn't hurt Luis—at least not more than he had asked for—and that Luis knew he loved him deeply despite his roughness or demeaning words.

Of course, Luis thought of all that as a given and found it a little silly. But this was his Leon, and there was little Luis wouldn't do to make him happy.

"It was incredible. Amazing. Fantástico," Luis slurred, his eyelids heavy. He was very close to drifting off in a lazy sleep, the wet spot be damned.

"Okay. Good," Leon said, visibly relaxing. "You were amazing too. You did so good, I…It just blows me away how perfect you are. Every time."

Luis hummed at the sweet words and allowed his eyes to slip shut. Leon wasn’t usually this soft or this earnest with his compliments, but it was a nice change of pace from their usual back-and-forth. This was Leon’s way of being vulnerable and Luis was forever grateful that Leon had chosen him to share this fragile part of himself with, all those years ago.

He heard Leon let out a small, satisfied sigh and then there was a soft brush of warmth against Luis’ temple.

"Get some rest, Don Quixote," Leon murmured, and after placing another gentle peck on the skin, pushed out of bed with an, "I'll get breakfast started."

Luis smiled to himself; Leon knew him so well. Where Leon needed reassurance after spectacularly intense sex like they'd just had, Luis needed to simply be. The endorphins were still muddling his brain into a pleasant haze, his whole body relaxing into a quiet calm very welcome from his usual jitteriness and racing thoughts.

Luis was almost asleep when the bedroom door creaked back open.

"Luis," Leon said pointedly.

Luis didn't have the energy to move a muscle. "Mm?"

"Did you seduce me just to get out of doing the dishes you've been piling up for two fucking weeks?" Leon accused.

Luis smirked lazily against the pillow. Luis: two, Leon: zero. "A knight always outwits his squire," he murmured.

Leon's huff of "Fucker" was as fond as it was exasperated before he disappeared back to the kitchen.

And when Leon eventually served them breakfast in bed from paper plates and sweetly said, "Don't worry, I left your mountain of dishes completely untouched," Luis could only laugh at the resourcefulness of his trusty Sancho Panza.

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One Heart, Two Souls.

Chapter 1, Part 2.

“You knew my husband, didn't you?”

“Yes, we were good friends.”

“So you too know my sadness, how much I miss him so?

“...Yes.”

The silence was brief between us. I was so sick of it, who would've thought it would have been a good thing if it continued on? Her hands started shaking. I thought she might be crying, but she looked to me, there were no tears upon her. I was wrong, it was the exact opposite. She giggled before she spoke. No wife currently grieving over a dead spouse giggles.

“You've seen me naked, haven't you?”

She moved closer to me and put her hand on me in a romantic gesture.

“What was your name, sir?”

“A-Auron.”

I was extremely flustered by her advances on me.

“Tell me Auron, did you like what you saw?”

“Where are you going with this?”

“I'm grieving, you're grieving, it wouldn't be wrong if we sought comfort from each

other.”

She leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled away.

“I'm sorry, but I can't! You're Jecht's wife dammit! I can't do that to him!”

It was clear she was desperate to fill the void in her heart where her husband's love should be. She moved herself into my lap.

“Please? You're my only salvation. Only you can save me from myself. Misery enjoys company, you know? Besides, I'll make it worth your while. I'll suck your-”

That was it, I didn't even hesitate to get up. Unfortunately, I said something I shouldn't have out of discomfort

How many men have you said that to!-”

I wanted to end the sentence with, “Whore”, but I didn't get a chance to, as I fell backwards. I had slipped on something and hit my head against the wall. My head was bleeding.

Lucky for me though, seeing that, she discarded the comment. She tried to help me, but she was too weak.

I eventually got up on my own. She looked at me real solemnly.

“I'm really sorry.”

Her voice was small and shaky. I played it nice, looked up at her and gave her a hint of a smile. I was preparing to leave as I was probably unwanted at this point.

“I should be going, but I’ll be back in the morning to discuss Jecht's will with you… you should probably get some rest.”

“Yes, thank you for your help today.”

I nodded my head at her.

“You have a good night ma’am.”

“You too.”

I was getting prepared to leave, when I saw Tidus sitting by the door, reading his book.

I bent down and put out my hand to shake it.

“I'm Auron by the way, nice to meet you Tidus.”

The boy looked up at me with discontent, then went back to reading his book.

“Good night.” I had said before walking out the door. He said nothing back. With a quick sigh, I walked out being confident that my place there was finalized. Unwelcome I was. Not like I really was wanted from the start.

I walked all through Zanarkand a good part of the night. I didn't really have anywhere to go. Besides, I had a lot on my mind. I was disgusted with myself. I led Jecht's wife on. It wasn't intentional, but it did happen. Why erupts she do that to him? How could she. It was pretty close to morning when I found a spot in an alleyway to crash out in.

I wanted to sleep, but something about sleeping pin the streets in a busy city was not appealing to me, so I wasn't able to sleep. Lucky for me though, Morning came quickly, and I needed to leave early anyways. I was on the other side of town.

It didn't really help my cause any thinking about the events that played out last night. All I could really do was put it the back of my mind and be there to be professional. Talk business. Nothing more.

I knocked on the door. Tidus answered the door. When I came in, I sat down on the nearest couch.

“Where's your mother?”

“She's asleep. She left very late last night and didn't get back until early in the

morning.”

“When did she leave last night?”

“She left at three a.m. and didn't get back until five. She woke me up to lock the door.”

What was she thinking?

“So, what are you and my mom going to talk about?

“Your father's will.”

“What is a will? The old lady next to us tells mom often of how the other people next door are trying to get on my mom's good side, so they can claim me, get the will, and keep it for themselves.”

Tsk. Vultures.

“I don't like them though, they're mean to me.”

“Don't worry, if things play out right, they won't be a problem, just wait and see.”

“But, what is a will?”

“A will is usually a lump sum of cash you receive when someone dies, that is if you are put on the will. The money is what is left behind in savings that belonged to the deceased. A will could be anything, money, belongings, or sometimes a demand. A demand happens to be your father's case.”

A sad look appeared on his face.

“Why does everyone think mom is going to die?”

“She seems… very sick.”

“Yeah, but she's fine! She's has to be! Sick people eventually get better! She has to as well, right?”

“Yes, but that's not always the case, some people don't get better at all.”

“She's not some people! Mommy will get better, I know she will!”

The boy's face gleamed with an innocent smile at the idea of his confidence. He's just a little angel. At that moment, I didn't just want to guard his life, I wanted to guard his heart.

The conversation was through, when a woman's voice cut into it.

“Tidus!”

I looked to find his mother standing in the entrance of the hallway.

She scowled at him, he reacted by cowering. The poor boy looked like a dough that had just been beaten. My heart melted instantly for him. What did the poor kid do this time? I wondered. She spoke again and in a scolding manner.

“Why didn't you wake me up when he got here?”

“You were sleepy last night mommy, so I didn't want to wake you up.”

“What did I tell you?”

“I'm sorry.”

“We have important things to discuss! I told you to waffle me up when he got here!”

She looked over to me worth a more welcoming stare than her poor son. I looked over to him. He had picked up a book and started reading. With a gesture from his mother, I followed her back to her room.

She had a bunch of papers cluttered on one desk. Out was an old thing and looked Just as fragile as her. The legs looked like they were about to snap under the weight of the desktop if you poked it too hard. A fragile desk for a fragile woman.

“Sorry. I know my room is a mess. You had me really thinking last night, so I made a trip to mine and Tidus’s social worker downtown at three. I didn't make it back till five in three morning. Let me tell you, people don't joke weekend they say,

“Zanarkand never sleeps.” I was surprised to find the office still open and or social worker filling out papers.”

“I heard. You left your son alone?”

“I told him to lock the door, it wasn't the first time I left him alone. Don't worry.”

“I am going to worry because it's dangerous to leave your seven-year old child at home, by himself, at three o'clock in the morning, for two hours! Should I go into the many scenarios of which things could have gone terribly wrong!?

I couldn't help myself. I heads to yell. She was vetoing entirely reckless with her child, not realizing how delicate bee actually was.

“I'm glad you care so deeply for my son as you do.”

“Can we talk about this later? We need to discuss your husband's will.”

“I need you to take custody of my son when my time here is up.”

“Wha-”

“I know this is sudden, I believe you knew my husband well, and you Monday be the only person I can trust. You get my will and this house. Everything you need to take care of him is provided. The only other person I can trust with this task is an old and disabled woman and can't take care of him, and the other people next door only want the money. They will put Tidus in foster care the first chance they get. I know you think I'm a horrible mother, but you have to believe me when I say I really do love my son. I don't want him in the hands of people who don't care about him. You will though, I can tell. You're already attached. So will you take him?”

“... I will take him, that is Jecht's will and I'll fulfill it.”

“Thank you… We should get started, these papers aren't going to fill themselves out.”

We went straight to it. Thirty minutes in, and she began to doze off.

I tried to get her to lay down for a bit, but she refused.

“Really, if you're tired, you should try to sleep.”

“No. These papers need to be finished.”

“We're halfway through, there's no harm in taking a break.”

“But if I lay down, there's no guarantee I'll wake back up either.”

She had a point, in order to become Tidus’s guardian, I had no choice but to fill these papers out.

Some odd minutes past by, and we had finished filling out everything. I was finally able to get Tidus’s mother back to bed. I felt no reason to stay, so I grabbed my sword and started heading towards the door. When I was walking by the kitchen, something caught my eye.

Tidus was trying to reach a box of crackers sitting on the counter, he wasn't quite tall enough to reach them, but he kept trying. It had occurred to me that he hasn't eaten all this time. I searched the cupboards for a plate until I eventually found one. I took the crackers and put them on a plate for him, then rummaged through the freezer box to get the stuff to make him a sandwich.

I made him two sandwiches, one for now, and another for later in case his mom didn't wake up for the rest of the day, or to sick to make him anything. We sat together while he ate.

“Not too shabby” I'd ask.

“Nope!”

His answer was muffled, but his head movements showed approval. After he finished eating, I resumed my departure. I was heading to the door when he ran up behind me and put his arms around me.

“Thank You for the sandwich Auron! Bye!”

I was flustered, I wasn't used to embrace, so out seemed normal of me to react. When my face cleared up, I turned to him and smiled.

“You're welcome, kiddo. See you around.”

I walked out this door, but something was trying to pull me back. It was as if the whole house was going to blow up and be disintegrated with everyone in it if I didn't turn back around.

I left that night, but I felt I had made a big mistake, and at a critical moment too. When I learned of this mistake, I had never been so scared in my life.

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