Skin

Skin

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Leon expected a lot of things when he’d been selected for the task of saving the president’s daughter, but Luis sure as hell wasn’t one of them.

Luis Sera- tall, with deep green eyes that didn’t miss a thing, lightly wavy hair that was so dark brown that it appeared to be a chocolate black, and skin a pale russet color that smelled faintly of sweat and some pricy aftershave.

Leon wasn’t an idiot, so on the night that he and Ashley had met Luis at a lone wooden shack which was becoming surrounded by a multitude of villagers infected by Las Plagas- well, needless to say, Leon knew why Ashley had refused to leave his side unless she was in absolute, unavoidable danger. He knew what Ashley’s refusal to stop clinging to him meant. Obviously, Ashley was jealous- and could Leon really blame her?

Soon after Ashley had fallen asleep that night, her head resting on Leon’s lap and her arms around his middle, Luis looked up from his fixed gaze on the fire they had going to ask, “Do you like it when she does that or something?”

“Does what?” Leon asked in a voice lightly roughened from drowsiness from many sleepless nights. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “She won’t leave you alone. So I guess that makes you the big shot here, eh, amigo?”

“What, exactly, are you trying to say?” Leon replied, frowning slightly, staring down at Ashley with a creased brow.

“I’m not saying anything. Just wondering how you could possibly enjoy it so much. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’ve got the biggest end of the stick in this little arrangement and everything- you’ve got the girl all to yourself, and-“

“God, it’s not like that.” Leon muttered thickly with a slightly clenched jaw, finally tearing his eyes away from Ashley long enough to stare daggers at Luis, who, in turn, laughed. That pissed Leon off.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa there. No need to get such an angry face, amigo.” Luis laughed at the intensely irritated look on Leon’s face. It reminded him of the same expression, but coming from a younger person- meant to instill fear in the hearts of men, though it failed to elicit anything but laughter and it was… cute.

Oh dear god, it was cute.

Leon’s face softened at Luis’s laughter. “Heh.” Leon managed a laugh before he could stop himself. Soon the two were both grinning, Luis looking over at Leon expectantly, Leon’s eyes trained on the ground. He didn’t bother to fight away the feelings of happiness that he hadn’t felt for so long.

Luis took the moment to look Leon over. He looked tired, that was for sure, and paler than when they’d first met- probably from exhaustion, what with all the running and close combat he’d been through. Fatigue and blood loss were a deadly combination in a place like this. His eyes were paler than Luis’s own and it was a shame, he thought, that Leon’s dirty blonde hair all but hid one of them.

“It’s freezing-ass cold out here.” Leon grumbled sleepily, poking at the fire with a nearby stick in a futile effort to spread some warmth. Unthinkingly, Leon shifted a little, leaning his head on Luis’s shoulder. Realizing what he was doing, he jolted back to his normal position- until Luis pushed him back. “It’s okay.” Leon squirmed a little to get comfortable. This was… odd. Leon had never been the type to be all… cuddly. Then again, neither had Luis.

“Why do you even care about me and Ashley anyway?” Leon asked groggily. “I don’t,” Luis answered, looking sideways at the slightly younger man’s head on his shoulder. “… Is it really that simple then, Luis?” Leon answered after a moment.

“… Liar.” He added in a mutter, closing his eyes, only to jerk awake as he felt a warm hand stroke his hair. Oh, shit, we woke Ashley up- how did she-

Realizing that it wasn’t Ashley, Leon looked up at Luis.

“… The hell? What exactly do you want from me?” Leon asked, voice thick with annoyed confusion and drowsiness.

Luis responded by leaning down and touching his lips to Leon’s temple. “I want you to stop talking, hermano.”

Leon blinked adorably as if he hadn’t a clue what was going on, but he promptly shut up and pulled out of Ashley’s close snare, a vice grip that reminded him of one of his many possessive girlfriends. He sat up straighter so that his and Luis’s faces were level- and, before he could demand an explanation for the blatant intrusion of space, a pair of lips softly descended on his cheek. Before he could really think about what was happening, Leon’s hands fluttered like birds with broken wings to settle on Luis’s shoulders.

Well, that was… different. Okay, Leon. This is when you push him away, tell him you’re straight and that doing anything otherwise wasn’t exactly in the briefing. Tell him that if he touches you one more time uninvited that you have an 8 inch, 9 mm answer to his little problem-

Then again, lying to Luis wasn’t good, either.

Luis’s cheek was against his own, touching softly, making Leon’s skin feverish with an unsatisfied need.

Leon was shorter than Luis, by a fair few inches- but he’d never actually noticed until they were face to face like this, and suddenly Luis was turning him all kinds of pretty shades of pink as he used that mouth of his like a weapon on his lips, neck, shoulders…

Leon lowered himself over Luis on a whim, straddling the man and rocking forward a little bit, discovering that he certainly wasn’t the only one who was hard by now. The mere friction created immense pleasure for the both of them, but Leon looked anxiously over his shoulder at Ashley, sleeping heavily. “Don’t worry about her, mi muñequita. If she was gonna wake up, she would’ve done it by now, with all the noise you’re making…”

Leon blushed a furious pink. Before Leon could make a remark on that little tease, Luis pulled his hips closer. Leon rested his forehead against Luis’s, watched those dark eyes with his own reflected deep inside, saw the change in them as he lowered his hand to run two fingers over the crotch of Luis’s pants. Now, it was Leon’s turn to elicit a few insistent, soft noises from the man beneath him and the mere fact that Leon could do this made him even more excited, that someone like him could reduce the man beneath him to clinging to the fabric of his thin, tight shirt. Luis rocked into Leon’s hips, eliciting a heavy exhale with an edge of Leon’s roughened voice that sounded like pain but instead revealed raw, shameless pleasure. Apparently, though, the friction wasn’t fulfilling Leon’s need. Both of them stood, suddenly, their hands fumbling with each other’s trousers, tugging at zippers and waistbands until they were around their ankles and discarded. Soon both of them were on the ground, and Luis was rocking into his body- and Leon had to use every bit of his restraint to keep from crying out. Leon buried his face into Luis’s neck. Luis’s strong arms seemed to insist upon Leon’s compliance, and Leon was all too happy to oblige after running a hand over Luis’s rounded, muscled shoulders and broad, strong back. The bare skin smelled like some kind of ancient spice, and Leon wondered if Luis managed it on his own or if he really had invested in an expensive cologne. Bits and strands of Luis’s hair, soft and silky, clung to his cheeks by the light sheen of sweat covering his body. Leon was sure that a compliment would go amiss here, but…

“… you’re… really good-looking.”

Luis saw Leon through eyes clouded with lust and gave him the ghost of a smile. “Same to you and more of it, mi amor.”

Leon didn’t need a translating dictionary to know what that meant.

~

The next morning, Leon awoke minutes before the sun rose. “… mmh…” He inched closer to Luis, hiding his face in Luis’s shoulder, away from the pale gray light of the morning. “… ah-!” Leon jumped up and pulled the rest of his clothes on, realizing how cold and damp he was from lying on the ground all night. “Luis, get up, now!” Leon whispered urgently, tossing clothes at Luis until he woke up and caught on, following Leon’s actions until they were both dressed.

Following that panic, they both sat on the log from the previous night, smoke rising from the deadening fire as they watched the sun rise. Suddenly, Luis spoke.

“… If we were… somewhere else, in a different situation…”

Leon shook his head. “You don’t have to say it. I understand.”

Being in love wasn’t part of the mission plan, either- for both of them.

They both turned and looked straight ahead with blank faces, watching the sun rise over their bodies with their dirt-smeared, damp clothing- and just when Luis least expected it, Leon took hold of the Spaniard’s chin and gave him a proper goodbye kiss. “… Be careful.” Leon mumbled, his cheeks a soft pink. “And… don’t get yourself killed, okay?”

Luis was touched, his expression surprised. “… Don’t worry.” Leon’s eyes met his and they shared a small, secretive smile- and that was the end of that.

Later on, as Ashley awoke and Luis separated from them, Leon commented, “… You really are a heavy sleeper.”

Owari.

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FYI:
Little Doll– muñequita
Brother- hermano
Amigo- friend

Thank you for reading.