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Things were going to shit. The suppressants Luis had given Leon were slowly losing their effect, and to top it all off, the pair had gotten ambushed by Krauser who injected Luis with another parasite. Leon sort of felt bad for Luis since he had already dealt with his own infection only to be subjected to it again. To his credit, Luis was taking it like a champ. He didn’t show Leon any signs that he was at all concerned with his fate as long as he helped Leon and Ashley get out of Spain, Plaga-free.
It was kind of pissing Leon off. He wanted, no, needed Luis to make it out of this place just as much as Ashley. Maybe it was his savior complex talking, but he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Luis here after everything he’d done to help him and Ashley. Sure, a part of him was still upset about the whole working with Umbrella and Los Illuminados, but Leon was willing to believe people could change. The more that thought ruminated in Leon’s head, the more he wanted Luis to leave this wretched place with him.
It was getting harder to focus on anything that wasn’t Luis. Leon was becoming acutely aware of where Luis was at all times, sensing his presence like it was second nature. He felt distant pains that he was positive weren’t from himself, and when he’d look over, Luis would be grimacing. Leon noticed the way that Luis slowly started stopping more frequently, obviously pained but making an effort to appear nonchalant to Leon.
Leon wasn’t having it anymore. With a huff, he cornered Luis into a small room in the castle. Luis looked confused at the abrupt stop and raised an eyebrow, silently questioning Leon’s motives. “What’s up with you?” Leon questioned, his eyes roaming Luis’s body for any visible injuries that could explain Luis’s behavior.
Luis suddenly looked meek at Leon’s concern. “It’s nothing, Sancho. I guess all this walking tired me out.”
Bullshit. Leon squinted his eyes at him which helped him notice one very important thing. Black veins were making an appearance on Luis’s warm tan skin. Something must’ve given away Leon’s worry because Luis attempted to cover his face.
“It’s nothing, ” Leon repeated dryly. “I’m sure that’s why your infection looks to be progressing faster than mine. What’s going on, Luis?”
He heard Luis mumble ‘Qué vergüenza’ before he uncovered his face to look at Leon head-on. “If I’m correct, I think that friend of yours injected me with another strain of Plaga. This strain of Las Plagas makes the host’s sole purpose…” Luis trailed off, avoiding meeting Leon’s gaze.
“What?” Leon prodded. He was too worried about Luis’s well-being to correct him on referring to Krauser as a friend. Even if he had considered Krauser on friendlier terms once upon a time, that regard vanished the moment he defected to work with Los Illuminados, captured Ashley, and infected Luis.
Luis visibly hesitated in answering before biting his lip and letting out a sigh. “It makes the host’s sole purpose to reproduce.” Leon tensed up at this, but Luis wasn’t finished with his explanation. “La Plaga is very delicate, however. It picks a mate it deems suitable to father its young for optimal success. If it fails to procreate with its mate then…La Plaga, alongside its host, dies.”
Leon couldn’t wrap his head around what he was hearing. He didn’t exactly doubt Luis's words. The scientist looked noticeably embarrassed at what he told Leon, and Leon couldn’t come up with any reason for Luis to lie to him about this. Luis knew a lot about Las Plagas, and there was no doubt in Leon’s mind that what Luis said was true. The issue was Leon didn’t know what to do with this information.
“Are you telling me you’ll die if you don’t find your mate?” Even as he said those words, Leon couldn’t believe this was real life.
Once again, Luis looked uncomfortable. “I don’t think that’s the problem. My Plaga already seems to have found its mate,” Luis stated while eyeing Leon. At the look, Leon feels a familiar tingle in his chest from his own Plaga. Oh.
“I suppose I can be grateful it’s you and not one of the Ganados. I guess I should consider myself lucky—” is all Luis managed to get out before he gasped and doubled over. Leon instinctively reached over to give him a hand but stopped short when Luis looked up at him.
Luis’ pupils were completely blown out and his eyes were lidded. He stumbled into Leon’s arms and panted. “Help me,” he pleaded into Leon’s chest as the agent gripped onto him to keep him upright.
Leon was at a loss for what to do. “What do you want me to do to help?”
He felt Luis’s hands knead his biceps like a cat as he practically mewled his request. “Fuck me.”
Hearing his own whiny voice must’ve made something click in Luis because, in a hurry, he detached himself from Leon’s grip and slumped on the bed. “No, I’m so sorry. Please ignore what I just said. Go save Ashley. You have the key to my laboratory, you don’t need me. I’ll only slow you down,” Luis gritted out, his face pinched in pain.
Leon frowned at the sight. “And leave you here to die? Absolutely not.”
Luis looked at him, his gaze unfocused. “I’m not…I won’t force you to sleep with me to save my life.”
“You’re not forcing me,” Leon replied. “I’m offering. I’m not letting you die on me.”
He approached Luis carefully, taking note of the black veins prominent on his skin and the labored breathing. When Leon tentatively placed his hand on Luis’s cheek, Luis whimpered and leaned further into Leon’s touch. Leon began rubbing circles into Luis’s cheek in an attempt to comfort him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Leon whispered. “I’m going to take off your pants now. Is that okay?”
Luis blinked, trying to form some coherent thought. “I…might not have the equipment you’re expecting.”
Not entirely sure what that meant, Leon placed a kiss on Luis’s forehead and assured him it was okay. Slowly, Leon unzipped Luis’s pants and pulled them down alongside his underwear. Following Luis’s happy trail down to his groin, Leon expected to see Luis’s cock but instead was surprised to see Luis had a vagina. Leon was momentarily shocked, but his surprise vanished once Luis shuddered and shut his eyes tightly.
Right. This is life or death. Carefully, Leon began to unbutton Luis’s cute vest. Luis attempted to be helpful in getting it off by lifting himself off the mattress, but his movements were heavy and languid. Leon ended up doing most of the work as he removed both Luis’s vest and button-up shirt. Now with his body on full display, Leon couldn’t help but marvel at the sight.
Luis was gorgeous. It wasn’t like Leon was just figuring that out, but seeing every expanse of Luis’s skin out in the open made Leon’s cock twitch in his pants. Luis’s body hair, the top-surgery scars on his chest, his thighs, and god, his waist all made Leon grow hard. What especially didn’t help was when Leon noticed the evident arousal between Luis’s legs.
Luis was soaked. There was no way he was this turned on already, so Leon placed some blame on his arousal to the parasite. There was a sheen of sweat on Luis’ body as he writhed in place. Clearly, Leon was taking too long as Luis opened his legs, practically inviting Leon in.
“Please,” Luis begged with quivering lips as if he were about to burst into tears if Leon didn’t fuck him right now.
Hastily, Leon took off his pants and boxers, opting to keep his shirt on to keep some level of decency…which was a bit stupid considering what they were about to do. Nevertheless, Leon ignored his shirt in favor of inserting two fingers in Luis’s pussy. At the intrusion, Luis let out a sudden, choked cry.
“More,” Luis immediately insisted, which made Leon frown.
“Be patient,” Leon chided, but the black veins on Luis’s face told him this was not the time for foreplay.
“I can’t,” Luis cried. “I need you. Leon, please.”
The sound of his own name falling past Luis’s lips when he sounded so debauched made Leon desperate to sink deep into him. He stroked his cock for a few moments before lining up Luis’s entrance. He brushed some hair away from Luis’s face, noting how hot his clammy skin felt underneath his fingertips.
“I’m going in now,” Leon warned him with Luis’s only response being a sweet little whimper, encouraging Leon forward.
Slowly, he eased his cock into Luis’s tight heat. They both groaned at the feeling, and Leon felt his Plaga writhe within him, pleased it was pleasing its mate. He stayed still for a few moments, allowing Luis to get used to the stretch. Luis wasn’t having any of it as he quickly started trying to fuck himself on Leon’s cock.
Leon let out a breathy, amused laugh before he began to rock his hips forward. Luis’s reaction was immediate. He moaned wantonly, his mouth remaining open as he let out pleased sighs every time Leon thrust inside him. Luis looked absolutely disheveled, but still undoubtedly beautiful.
He had some bottom growth, and Leon moved to try to get Luis off by stimulating his dick, but Luis knocked his hand away with a high pitch whine. “T-too sensitive,” he stuttered out past his pants.
Leon nodded even though Luis was too focused on the pleasure to even notice. Instead, Leon placed his hands on Luis’s waist and thrust into him even harder. It was the right move as Luis let out a loud, obscene moan and arched his back off the shitty bed. At every thrust, the bed would squeak and rattle, and Leon was scared that the bed would just collapse underneath them.
Luis didn’t seem at all concerned with that as he let himself be split open by Leon. With a grunt, Leon moved his hands to grip Luis’s thighs. He pulled Luis closer to him like he weighed nothing, further impaling him on his cock. Luis’s breath hitched at the move.
“Yes, you’re so good,” Luis praised, his voice rough and hoarse. “Use me. I’m yours.”
The sudden proclamation made Leon’s hips stutter before he got the sudden urge to lean down and kiss Luis. He wasn’t even aware he followed through with that thought until he felt Luis’s soft lips and coarse stubble against his. He pulled away just as quickly only to see Luis staring at him with a look he could only describe as adoration, eyes wide and glazed over.
Leon felt Luis clench around him as his jaw went slack and his head tilted back. He didn’t need verbal confirmation to know that Luis just came from Leon kissing him. Still, the veins around his face and arms didn’t lessen. Leon’s eyebrows furrowed and his movement stilled until he was just inside of Luis. The lack of movement caused Luis’s eyes to shoot open as he looked at Leon alarmed.
“No, no,” Luis pleaded as his hands went desperately to grasp Leon's arms. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop. I need you, I need your cum. Please, I need you to breed me.”
Luis’s pleading made Leon twitch inside of him, but Leon still was hesitant to complete Luis’s request. The Plaga inside of him wanted nothing more than to listen to Luis, or rather the parasite coaxing his thought process, and just breed him like the slut Luis was acting like. Leon didn’t want to treat Luis like just a hole for him to use, but he couldn’t lie and say this wasn’t arousing. The way Luis looked underneath him, desperate to be used by Leon, desperate for his cock, made feelings swirl inside of him that he knew weren’t entirely the parasite’s doing. Leon’s decision was made when he noticed the veins on Luis’s body darkened as the Plaga threatened to take over unless Leon did their bidding.
So, Leon thrust into Luis again gently at first, keeping in mind he must be sensitive after his orgasm. At the return of movement, Luis threw his head back and began to sob. “¡Si! ¡Así! ¡Por favor, follame! ¡Más duro!”
Finally listening to him, Leon began to thrust into Luis’s pliant body with abandon. Luis had completely surrendered to the pleasure at this point as he let his body be jolted to Leon’s downright brutal pace. All that could be heard in the small room was the creaking bed, the filthy squelching, skin on skin, and Luis’s pornographic moans.
Luis kept letting out whiny ‘ah, ah, ahs’ as Leon kept hitting that one spot inside of him. Leon panted on top of him, evidently overexerted from all the fighting, running around, and non-stop fucking he’s subjected his body to. Leon’s convinced the only reason he hasn’t collapsed by now is because the parasite is desperate to please its mate inside of Luis. The thought makes Leon growl and he leans down to bite Luis’s neck. At the pain, Luis screamed and tried to meet Leon’s thrusts.
The bite was enough to make Luis come again, and the fluttering of his walls made Leon finally cum inside. Leon grunted, about to pull out until he realized something. He was still hard. Leon blinked, briefly wondering if he had actually come or was just imagining things. Looking down at Luis, he saw the black veins receding only to realize his own veins had become black again. Had the suppressant run its course?
Luis’s head lolled to the side, and he slowly blinked his eyes open like he had just woken up from a nap. His eyes met up with Leon’s, and they widened when they saw what Leon’s just became aware of.
“Dios mío,” Luis mumbled as he traced the veins down Leon’s arms. The featherlight touch made Leon groan and instinctively buck into Luis’s pussy. Luis yelped, not expecting the stimulation. As Leon was about to apologize, Luis looked up with resolve. “Go on, Sancho. Take what you need. I’m yours.”
That was all Leon needed before he began thrusting into Luis at a frantic pace. The Plaga inside of him was begging Leon to breed Luis, to mark him as his. He surged down again and marked Luis’s chest, neck, and anywhere he could get his lips on really.
Luis sobbed underneath him, clearly overstimulated from his previous two orgasms. Still, he managed to rasp out soft praises into Leon’s ears.
“So good to me, Leon. God, you fill me up so well. I only need you.”
Yes. Luis would only need his cock to keep him happy. Leon moaned into Luis’s neck at the thought of keeping Luis satisfied, stuffed to the brim with his cum. There would be no doubt in anybody’s mind that Luis’s was his and nobody else’s.
Leon gripped Luis’s hips tight, surely leaving bruises, as he spilled his cum inside Luis’s enveloping heat. Like a puppet without strings, Leon collapsed on top of Luis, his body finally sated and very much exhausted.
The pair regained their breath as the Plaga within them finally was put to rest, at least for now. Leon closed his eyes as he felt Luis run his fingers through his hair. Reluctantly, Leon pulled out and was thankful to see he wasn’t hard anymore. Luis hissed at the movement as he sat up halfway, resting his weight on his elbows. Leon, on the other hand, was too caught up in the sudden clarity he just came inside Luis twice.
“Um,” Leon muttered, feeling unequipped to deal with the aftermath of what the two of them just did. “I’m sorry for coming inside. I should’ve asked.”
Luis tilted his head in confusion. “What are you apologizing for? It was the only way La Plaga would’ve been subdued. Thank you, Leon. Besides, don’t worry about it. I can’t actually get pregnant.”
Leon could only nod awkwardly as he scoured the room to find something he could use to clean the mess between Luis’s legs. Thankfully finding a clean rag in his tactical belt, he returned and wiped down all the fluids on Luis and himself. Once they were clean enough, Leon helped Luis put his clothes back on before putting on his own pants.
He offered a hand to get Luis on his feet. Luis took it gratefully before he winced as he stood up. “You really did a number on me, eh, Sancho?”
Leon blushed. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Luis waved him off before winking. “I liked it.”