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The Valdelobos mines are a huge network consisting of extraction chambers equipped with metal ramps and machinery, storage rooms, tracks, and vast natural caverns at the bottom of which lie the precious amber deposits. What Ada wants, for an employer whose real intentions she probably doesn't even know. Mercenary in all her glory.
Leon grits his teeth against another fit of palpitations. He's refused the suppressant Luis wanted to give him when he pulled him out of the lift, half unconscious and head full of ghosts. He wants to wait until the last moment to conserve the precious medicine, and get as much lucid time as possible when he faces Ashley's kidnappers.
So he relies on Luis, who is leading them through tunnel systems that he seems to know too well for a mere ex-scientist just hiding in his childhood village. He'll tell him about all of this when he's ready. Leon has already figured out most of it on his own anyway.
The dizziness has passed, and the pain is subsiding; now, waves of heat and sickly chills run through him, making him shiver in short bursts. He's never felt anything like this before. He's been resisting the urge to take off his t-shirt to get rid of the fabric's friction on his sensitive skin, covered in black veins. He knows Luis is watching him closely, and he endures it all without complaining to avoid worrying him.
Around a metal staircase, they arrive in a large room that opens onto a series of rail tunnels. Those old carts could save them some precious time, but Leon has no intention of getting on a roller coaster when he's already struggling to keep his balance. Luis turns around and looks at him.
“How’s your vision, querido?”
“Fine. Not blurry yet.”
“And the headache?”
“Average.”
Having a doctor – or whatever Luis is supposed to be – with him is reassuring. He knows what symptoms to look for, he has the injection kit with him, ready to use if Leon is overcome by the parasite and Saddler. He trusts him. He appreciates his studious and pragmatic interest. He even seeks it out a little for the sole enjoyment of having him focus his entire attention on him.
When Luis closes in, he lets him touch his forehead, lift his eyelid, then his lip. He's looking for clinical signs, but Leon shivers at the electrifying touch of Luis's cool fingers on his mouth. He refrains from sucking on them, but something must have shown on his face, because Luis runs his thumb under his lower lip with a smirk. This time, Leon touches it with the tip of his tongue, unable to stop himself.
“Don’t tempt me, cariño. It would be all to easy to take advantage of you in this state.”
His voice does new things to Leon. It’s worse than usual. He feels drawn to Luis like a magnet, and has to consciously stop himself from moving. A new burst of heat crawls up his neck as the fingers leave his face.
“You think I wouldn't want it?”
“I think you're in no condition to know what you want. It's the parasite talking.”
Leon finds that hard to believe. All those times when he was in his normal state and he and Luis did the most enjoyable or decadent things together, it was him. His hormones, his need, his desire. Right? But the first time they met... Leon had just been injected with las plagas. He has only ever seen Luis with the parasite in his body.
His mind rebels violently against the turn his thoughts are taking. Luis is perfect. He shines so bright. He draws Leon in like a lighthouse in the night. Who wouldn't be feeling this way in front of such a man?
“Bullshit.”
“Want proof? Then don't kneel.”
Luis’ hand moves down to his throat, and his finger follows a specific path right below his jaw, close to the jugular. A spot he’s never touched before. A spot that has nothing erotic about it. His nails dig lightly in his skin. Leon short-circuits immediately. A rush of near orgasmic satisfaction courses through him. His whole body goes limp, he is turning into jelly. Before he can find anything to hold onto, he finds himself on his knees on the ground, hands pressed together, looking up at Luis, who is holding his chin. He gives him a sad smile.
“See? The parasite is in control.”
It takes Leon a few seconds to process what just happened. His mind is swirling in a hazy state of well-being that makes it difficult to think.
“And you control it. How? How did you know exactly what to do?”
“Las plagas has... a specific operating mechanism, which can be deciphered and influenced. It rewrites your nerve endings and influences your thoughts to achieve its goals. Certain... filaments, if you will, are more active in certain parts of the body.”
Leon doesn't try to push him further and just trails his eyes all over his body. He feels restless, and he's getting hotter and hotter. Feverish, he eventually gives up and pulls at his equipment to get rid of it. Luis bites his lip.
“Leon…”
“I can’t. I need air.”
“It will help if I get away from you.”
“No!”
He shouted like an idiot into the stone ceilings, but he couldn't help himself. If Luis puts physical distance between them, he will die. He finishes taking off his t-shirt and instantly feels better. And he enjoys exposing himself to Luis, relishing his appreciative gaze on his body, even if the Spaniard does his best not to stare. He opens his jacket, and desperate hope twists in Leon's stomach – but he doesn't undress; he just takes out the box.
“I’ll give you the suppressant, querido, ” he decides. “You’re obviously at your limit.”
Leon can't deny it. They've been stationary for too long because of him, he's having trouble thinking about his mission, he's having trouble thinking about potential enemies, he's having trouble thinking about anything other than Luis. Mesmerized by his presence, he hasn't even gotten up. A new wave of heat makes Leon shiver, but he now welcomes it with the pleasure it brings.
“Already?”
“You mean at last!”
“You could… maybe kiss me.”
Luis looks at him for a moment, hesitating, weighing his options and how far he can go.
“Yes, I can do that.”
He crouches down in front of Leon and presses his lips against his. The feeling is indescribable. Luis is so important, the center of the universe, the creator, and he has chosen Leon as his mate. They are partners. They are knight and squire. Leon wraps his hands around his neck as he kisses him reverently, running his fingers through his rich hair, drinking in his breath mingling with his own. He forgets all his problems and all his logic against Luis's tongue sliding onto his, intoxicating.
Then the world shatters because Luis has pulled away. Leon whimpers audibly, deprived of his essence.
“Again!”
“After your shot.”
“No, now! You say you don’t want to take advantage of me, but I want you… under the influence of the parasite. If you tried it, you'd understand!”
“I know what it feels like,” Luis murmurs. “But you’re not thinking straight, mi amor.”
The endearment he gives him for the first time, in that low, sensual voice, shoots straight to Leon's heart and floods him with a rush of violent affection. Luis has removed his parasite, and he is no longer under the influence of anything. So if he loves him, what harm is there in surrendering himself completely, in sinking into the ecstasy that the rushing blood setting his body ablaze promises? Just this once, and then he can let him inject the suppressant.
Leon never relaxes, he is always in control, of his every move and even his expression, but his current condition is forcing him to let go. Wonderful! He wants to enjoy it to the fullest before going back to being the cold, efficient agent he's been for years. He won't have another opportunity like this.
“I swear I'm in my right mind, and I consent to everything you want to do to me. Everything, Luis!”
“Prove it to me,” Luis demands. “Resist it. Stop looking at me like that.”
“Have you looked into a mirror recently? You're gorgeous.”
Luis laughs softly, but Leon can see his tan face darkening in the lantern's glow.
“Pfft. I said to resist it and you're giving in first thing.”
“I'm serious!”
“Come on, Leon. Do better. Look away.”
Leon tries, he tries so hard. He manages to peel his gaze off Luis' beautiful sun-kissed skin and stubbornly looks to his left. But then Luis strokes his hair lightly, and he jerks. Luis said to resist it. He starts shaking. The contradiction between his brains and his heart is tearing him apart, and it feels fascinating. New and amazing. Pleasurable. But in the end, Luis overwhelms him, of course, and Leon raises adoring eyes onto his handsome face.
“Fuck, Luis.”
“Yeah.”
“Is that how it's going to be with everyone? Am I going to throw myself at the next ganados we come across like a dog in heat?”
“If you touch a single villager, I'll shoot them down and feed them to the mutated insects,” Luis growls, dead serious.
Leon's shivers intensify at hearing him claim him like this. An ecstasy that fills him with warmth and emotion and makes his heart beat faster. Then Luis shakes his head.
“No, just me.”
“Why?” Lean breathes, almost excepting to hear a love confession at this point.
“Because… because every parasite Saddler has ever injected anyone with… went through my hands. I modified and prepared them myself, one by one, every last one. It didn't take me long to realize that I was imprinting them somehow, and that they reacted to me specifically. That's why I'm still alive…”
Leon suddenly feels split in two. Having the exact process explained to him has allowed him to understand how his new subconscious thinks, and thanks to it, he is now able to distinguish it from his own thoughts. He feels like he's recovering part of himself.
Consciously, he raises his arms to touch Luis, watching how the parasite takes control of his mind to make him so desirable to him. How soft his skin turns beneath his fingers. How his warmth becomes the most tempting of embraces. How he wants nothing more than to please him, to be good for him.
Then he realizes that Luis is looking at him with a broken expression after his admission, and he snaps out of it. Luis needs him.
“I already suspected what you were to this project, Luis. Don't look so glum. Everything's fine. But really, don't give me that suppressant right now. Give me your body instead.”
Luis stares at him, a little shaky, his eyes moist. He looks like he's coming out of a state of shock. Being seen and then forgiven by the man he'd been hiding everything from since the beginning must have shaken him, and Leon only wants to hold him in his arms, whisper words of love to him, prove to him that he matters, become one with him. He can't tell whether it is him or the parasite that wants Luis so intensely, but he doesn't care. His hands move up along his cheeks. The Spaniard places his fingers on top of them.
“You know I’m yours if you want me, Leon,” he says in a very low voice. “But you’ll regret the time we wasted here when you come to.”
“Regret time I spent with you? Never.”
Leon captures his lips. Luis opens up to him without missing a beat, pressing their faces together with an urgency that makes Leon melt like he's never melted for anyone in his life. That incredible aura his parasited mind sees Luis in is blinding. He moves against him and the Spaniard trips backwards onto a pile of dusty old bags, where he lands laughing.
“Tan impaciente, Leon. There’s never a time when I don’t want you.”
The agent swells with joy at the compliment and joins him on the bags. They contain sand, or something similar. He pushes Luis into it under his weight, eager for more contact. He removes the jacket and shirt without Luis protesting, busy as he is unfastening Leon's belt, and this time the agent doesn't stop him. He doesn't feel in danger, not when he's the center of Luis's attention, in the absolute safety of his strong arms. It's an incredibly good feeling. He's relaxed and open. He has not a care in the world. He exists only to satisfy him.
So he spends untold stretches of time worshipping him, caressing and kissing his chest, his throat, his velvety belly; he finally gets to explore those dark, hard nipples he's had to refrain from staring at when Luis would open his jacket and he could make them out through his shirt. When he curls his tongue against one, Luis bucks up and moans, and it turns out Leon is naked now, when did that happen? All the better to feel the volcano that is Luis’ body underneath him. He strips him of his last clothes too.
Luis turns to the side and puts them facing each other, laying together in the rough bags Leon can barely feel the texture of. What he can feel is Luis’ whole body against him, skin to skin, finally naked and pressed together, and the sensation unravels him. He wants to give him everything and take everything from him. He wants to spend the rest of his life loving him and satiating him. Luis scoots lower to touch Leon's muscular pecs.
“Qué hermoso estás, mi amor… tan fuerte, tan perfecto.”
He wastes no time in kissing one of his nipples. Leon's chest ignites. He arches his back and moans open-mouthed, his fingers digging into Luis's shoulders. Luis begins to tease him with his tongue, and Leon thinks he's going to combust. He's normally sensitive there already, but with the parasite racing through his body, it's almost too intense. His whole pec is throbbing. His leaking cock is rubbing against Luis's stomach as he holds him tighter. He's so close. He should push him away, catch his breath, make it last a little longer – but if Luis wants to make him come like this, if he wants him spent and raw from his tongue alone, he has to give him what he wants. He's panting faster and faster, and Luis finally notices. He lets go of his chest and pulls back a little, his cheeks reddened.
“Oh. I see you weren't kidding when you said it was sensitive.”
“Not… at all… Luis, please…” Leon begs without knowing what he even wants.
“I know, cariño. Turn around.”
“Make me.”
Leon is almost shocked to hear himself, but Luis just smiles knowingly. His hand moves from his chest to his hip, where he scrapes a fingernail toward Leon's navel. That lightning of pleasure strikes again and dulls his brain. Captivated, Leon follows the motion with his whole body, moving with Luis's fingers that seem to pull him from within, and finds himself turning his back to him without having decided to. The way he can take control of his body at any moment makes him prickle with excitement. He loves feeling completely pliable in his hands, helpless, submissive. He sighs with pleasure as Luis slides behind him and his length slips between his sweat-damp thighs. His arms return to their rightful place around his broad chest.
“Ask me for the suppressant,” Luis whispers in the nape of his neck. “I won't be able to do that anymore when it takes effect.”
“Not yet.”
Luis exhales against his skin. His fingers run across Leon's stomach, leaving trails of feverish tingles on his damp skin. Leon ripples against him, one hand behind his knee, trying to move Luis between his thighs, to give him pleasure, to feel him more intimately against him.
“You wouldn't say that if I…”
Luis trails off, and Leon feels his hand run up his own cock, pushing higher, sliding in his ass. He suddenly remembers how he felt when they were chained together, how badly he wanted him inside him. He wants it now. It's not just the parasite. He wants to forget why he's here and remember only their first encounter, their intimacy, the feel of Luis's body against his. But Leon is still clear-headed enough to be able to shake off his lust daze if he needs to, and if he wants to leave this country alive. He remembers why he refused. Why he wanted to avoid any residual pain in that area, too dangerous if he has to run.
“I would”, he ends up saying. “You’re up against my survival instinct.”
“And I’ll win. You know that.”
Luis' fingers leave his cock and curve against Leon's buttocks, slowly spreading them apart. It pulls him along, causing him to cant his hips, opening himself up so that the creator can use his body as he pleases. The burning pleasure pulses in his whole midsection. It's impossible to fight it, especially when Leon and his parasite want exactly the same thing right now. When he feels the head of his cock against his entrance, its warmth, the wetness leaking from it, he attempts to push back to get it inside. But Luis shifts down and the sensation disappears, making Leon groan in frustration.
“You see now why I want to give you the suppressant? It doesn't feel nice knowing you're at a stage of the infestation that disables all your limits, whether I do it on purpose or not.”
“All right,” Leon breathes. “You can do that when we're finished. Come back to my legs.”
Luis doesn't need to be asked twice to slip between his thighs, right up against his crotch, and Leon is overcome by a new wave of shivers when he presses against the back of his balls. He doesn't like how Luis feels a bit reserved since the beginning, but that doesn't stop him from making a lewd sound when the Spaniard's fingers close around his cock.
“With pleasure, cariño.”
He starts moving in Leon's thighs, stroking him in the same rhythm. Leon's belly feels like molten lava. He's oversensitive everywhere, and Luis pressing his whole body flush against him and kissing his neck is too good. Everything is exacerbated. Heat is bubbling in his crotch without him being able to control anything.
“Luis,” he whimpers. “I'm…”
“You lasted longer than I thought!” the Spaniard teases. “Come. Come in my hand. You’ve earned it.”
The compliment triggers a physical reaction in his guts. Luis speeds up while kissing Leon's shoulder open-mouthed. His vision blurs. The pleasure overtaking him is so strong that for a few seconds, he forgets everything else, his mind obliterated by the searing feeling. He's pushed in Luis’ hands, his cock contracting in spurts. His eyes are squeezed shut. Diffuse red shapes dance in his eyelids.
When he comes to, he opens them and takes in his surroundings and how his body feels. Like he's made of steam, warm and wet.
“Así, eso es, mi amor,” Luis whispers in ear, adding to the his contentment. “How are you feeling?”
“Like someone's whose lover is neglecting himself,” Leon grumbles. “Take what you need, Luis. I'm not going anywhere.”
And anyway, he'd better not; in the post-nut haze that's taken him, Leon can feel the bags underneath them slowly tilting to the right, like the world is leaning and he's about to fall down. The dizziness is back, and his vision hasn't come back to normal either. But he's absolutely not going to leave Luis wanting after all this.
He grabs Luis’ hips to pull him in. Luis gasps quietly and starts thrusting again. Leon is floating in his audible pleasure like a drifting boat. Everything is spinning, but he's held tight, pressed against his knight whose face is in his hair and hands on his waist, listening to him in happiness. Luis means the world to him. He almost doesn't want the suppressant so he can keep feeling like this. He's never had anyone like this in his life before. Sure, he's been in love once or twice, but what he's feeling now can't be compared. It's fierce, imperious, dazzling, incredible.
He tilts his head back and Luis kisses his jaw, panting against his skin. He buries himself deep in his thighs, tensing with a shaky moan. Leon feels the heat of his cum coating the back of his balls. The warm feeling spreads throughout his body in a wave of divine tingles. He's in no hurry to get back to the present, to the mission, and the price he's going to pay for this setback. He wants nothing more than to stay there with Luis, underground, in the middle of nowhere. And for a while, they do just that. Just Luis breathing against his back fills Leon with endless awe. He's alive. He's sacred. He is the creator organism.
Leon's vision starts to taint black.
Behind him, Luis sits up, alarmed.
“Joder. I waited too long. Where's my jacket?”
A slow pulsating sound is filling Leon's ears. He can sense Luis’ presence but no longer sees him, lost in an ocean of diffuse silhouettes in the mist. Others like him. They walk. He should follow them. That is his place.
Then it fades away.
Leon is in the mines again. The black veins on him arms are receiding. The low beating that was filling his senses is gone. Now Luis is watching him with worry in his eyes, two fingers on the inside his wrist and the other hand on his forehead.
Another few moments and Leon can speak again.
“I'm back. I'm good.”
For real this time. He can see clearly again and the dizziness subsided. No more heat, no more chills. The unatural ecstasy is no more. If if still feels drawn to Luis like a magnet, the Spaniard doen't need to know. He sighs in relief.
“So much for giving in to your big pretty blue eyes,” he mumbles. “No more breaks now, Leon. We have to take you to my lab as soon as possible. You and Ashley both. Can you walk?”
“Almost.”
His strength is returning too slowly, but it's returning. He's opening and closing his hands to get rid of the numbness. Then he looks at Luis, who is still crouching in front of him naked, still covered in traces of sweat and a few blond hairs, with a very serious and watchful look on his face. Leon's eyes trail to the curve of his hips, to his broad shoulders, to his thighs with their visible lean muscles. He swallows. Later. The mission comes first.
He goes back to looking him in the eyes, determined to put him at ease right now.
“Luis. Everything that happened between us so far, even… even in the courtyard. And what we just did. I did it in full conscience and I don't regret a second of it. All right? I have experience with this kind of stuff. I knew what I was doing. You didn't force me. You didn't take advantage of me.
Luis knelt more comfortably in front of him, and is listening without trying to interrupt or deflect with some joke as he saw him do on occasions. That's what Leon likes about him. He never reads the room wrong.
“Gracias, Leon. Don't ever let me do anything you don't want to.”
With that, he softly cups Leon's cheek and pulls him into a kiss. This time, the heat in Leon's face has nothing unatural about it. He's blushing because Luis is kissing him with way too much tenderness, and he can feel his own heart racing in his chest. Luis’ eyes are closed and his face serene, unlike Leon whose chest erupted into a whole storm. Luis’ soothing smell isn't enough to ground him. He's melting under the kiss, and it has nothing to do with parasites.
Once dressed and equipped, the two set off to face wonky carts and old tracks.
Leon is walking behind Luis and looking at his back.
He still means the world to him.
Shit.