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Luis found himself with a pounding headache and sore muscles everywhere. He slowly came to, eyesight fading in, wondering what the hell happened. "Leon… are you there?" He barely got out, it hurt to speak. A dark, dingy room surrounded him with a dim light shining toward his corner. The Spaniard felt cold metal around his wrists, then a presence in the room but couldn't tell if it was his partner or not. Then as his eyes focused, Luis saw him leaning on the only door in the room, arms crossed, staying silent.
"¡Oye! What happened?" As much as it pained him to use his voice, it was the only way to know. Leon stayed quiet but slowly walked up to the chained man. He squatted down with a smirk plastered on his face.
"’Temperance child’… Saddler, such a way with words. We never saw eye to eye, but I understand and even admire his loyalty. But me? I'm doing something else with their precious Las Plagas." Luis still didn't understand what happened and why. Why was he the one chained up? Why was he talking about Saddler and Las Plagas?
"What are you talking about Sancho?" He tried to laugh it off but then it dawned on him. "No… No, Leon, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." Luis coughed up a few drops of blood. He was thinking too much and couldn't believe this was really happening.
The blond stepped a foot closer and grabbed the man in front of him by his chin, forcing him to make eye contact. "Oh I know damn well what hell hole I'm in, Luis." A sultry tone erupted from his vocal cords. "I've accepted my fate. Whichever path you choose, you need to accept, too."
Luis couldn't handle looking directly into his reddened eyes so he stared at the door. He felt too many emotions for his personal liking. Anger and betrayal among them but couldn't help to feel another striking emotion. Was this really doing it for him? Leon turned his face toward the door and gently let go of the other's chin. "You're not getting out of here until I'm done with you." What could he possibly want to do to me? Luis wondered.
"Just kill me…" Luis muttered under his breath. His head hung low as his neck grew sore. This caught the attention of the infected man, aggressively gripping his jaw once more.
"Just what now?" Leon asked in a lower tone. Irritation filled his eyes but he couldn't stop looking at his damsel in distress.
"Kill me, you cabrón!" Luis practically spit in the agent's face. He didn't really want death, just wanted to get out of there with, maybe, a different person by his side.
"Is that what you really want? Heh no, I can see in your eyes you are begging for something else. What is it, Don Quixote?" Leon asked slyly with an even bigger smirk and tighter grip. Luis tried to shake the hand off of him, but it was too strong. He resisted talking, not a single peep out of him, he didn't want to give him the satisfaction. "What’s wrong princess? Plagas got your tongue?" Leon lightly chuckled and let Luis' head fall once again.
A few seconds went by as Leon stood up again. He checked the door making sure no one was on the other side. "What are you gonna do to me, huh?" Luis finally spoke up and looked at him voluntarily. Small round spikes formed on Leon’s arms, blood splattering everywhere as he walked back over. Large black spots filled Luis’ peripherals then blacked out. He hardly ever dreamed but when he does they play out like a movie. This one, however, felt like a fever dream. Him and Leon escaping the castle together, hand in hand, never looking back.
Luis slowly opened his eyes to a scythe-like object swaying just inches above the floor, following it to the man next to him. Leon checked the lock on the restraints while making a few adjustments to the bindings. The chained man, now standing with his arms stretched high, got his hopes crushed. It was all real, Las Plagas took over his trusty squire. With how many horrors he’s seen, this new monster in front of Luis wasn’t a bother, but since it was one of the few people he cared about, it was devastating to say the least.
Leon stepped back and seemed to admire the man before him. "You were muttering something in your sleep, care to tell me what that dream was about?" He crossed his arms again as he questioned.
"I don't dream…" Luis fired back. His lies were always convincing, but it could never work on this version of Leon.
"We both know that's not true. And we both know what you want." Leon was being coy with him. Luis didn't even care if what he meant was what he really wanted, reciprocated feelings, he just wanted to get out of there. Leon lifted the brunet's chin while looking at him with a deeper emotion he couldn't pin.
A staring contest arose, neither of them blinked, but both sets of eyes were tense. Luis broke first, "If you want me to talk, you're gonna have to make me." His eyes squinted at the sight in front of him. A scoff was heard from Leon like he didn't want to play games or mind tricks.
"You think I need intel from you?" Leon moved his hand to the bound man's cheek, slightly rubbing his thumb on it. "In a way, yes, but not for my overall plan. I need something personal from you." He patted his hand on him then stepped back. A heat rose in Luis' chest, face, and even his crotch as he felt Leon's hand on him. He couldn't be thinking of that now. It was foolish to go along with this shtick. But Luis felt it was his only ticket out.
"You don't need to know anything about me to understand that that is all worthless." Luis coughed up more blood, thinking he got injected with the plaga again. Leon backed up to check that there were no ganados beyond the door. "Look, I can get you the cure. Get you back to the normal you! ¡Puedo llevarte de vuelta al hombre que amo!" He didn't think Leon knew a lot of spanish, but as soon as he spoke he knew he fucked up. He just gave the new enemy a weapon. Leon had a sinister smile spread across his face as he slowly turned his head toward him. And Luis' face burned with embarrassment and couldn't hide it.
A dry laugh was heard from Leon for a solid few seconds then he shook his head. He stepped toward the man once again then said, "You can't hide it anymore, Luis. There's only one way this is gonna go." As Leon spoke he took hold of Luis' face. Luis felt frozen in place looking at the blackened veins on the face before him. He didn't want to do this with a corrupted man. But this was something he’s wanted since their first meeting.
Leon’s face had lust written all over it, he just needed a signal, anything from him. Luis shook his head slowly, barely noticeable, though just enough that Leon aggressively made contact with his lips. Sharp teeth grazed Luis’ lips each time their mouths opened. The chained man couldn’t fight it, his love for the person underneath was too strong. He knew he could get the plaga out of him. He just had to cheat death for long enough to get him to his lab.
“Leon, please,” Luis whispered as he broke the kiss, his façade now gone. Desperate for something, anything, he slowly pressed his body towards Leon. He didn’t even care if the man before him was a monster anymore because Luis knew he could save him.
“Please what?” Leon teased, his hot breath made Luis go crazy. The hand holding his chin let go as both hands settled at his waist, creeping their way under the leather jacket.
"I… I want you," The bound man wanted to confess more, tell him he loves him all the same, whether or not he was a monster, but it wasn't the right time for that. He leaned into Leon's touch waiting, wanting, needing more.
"Want me… To do what?" Leon teased him further. He saw the desperation in Luis' eyes and pulled him even closer. Their bodies rubbed together for a second, making Luis’ cunt spill more slick. The Spaniard quietly whimpered at Leon’s actions and words.
“Anything, please, Leon…” Luis couldn’t hold it in for much longer. “I need you, please.” His whines only made the infected man smile even more. Leon got what he wanted a long time ago, Luis all alone with him. But now that he’s begging for it made Leon go even more insane than he already was.
“‘Anything’ you say. You need me that bad, don’t you?” Leon teased as his lips hovered by Luis’. His hands dragged back down and rested on the belt Luis wore.
“Sí, por favor, te necesito tan jodidamente malo,” If they went on like this any longer Luis would’ve cum in his pants right then and there.
“So fucking bad,” Leon playfully repeated. The way Luis spoke, the spanish and the whining, made his half-hard dick twitch in his boxers. Leon deliberately drew out this moment, taking his time undoing the belt his hands were on.
Luis muttered more spanish from the teasing, he couldn’t take it. He pressed his lips against Leon’s again, trying to get something from him. This time Leon really tasted the blood dripping from the other’s mouth, taking in every drop of iron-infested crimson and savoring it.
Cool air quickly enveloped Luis’ legs as his slacks were suddenly tugged off of him. Leon ripped himself from Luis’ lips and immediately got on his knees. He spent no more time teasing, pulling down the boxers in front of him. Luis squirmed and whimpered as Leon looked at him hungrily. He was too caught up in the moment to tell Leon he might not have what he was looking for.
Leon didn’t seem to care, though, he experimentally licked the swollen, throbbing dick in front of him. A breathy moan tore from Luis’ throat. His head sagged forward, mouth agape as the blond licked all around him. Dipping his tongue between his folds, gathering more slick, then going back to his aching dick. It only relieved just a tiny bit of Luis’ want. He trembled when he felt sharp nails dig into his thighs. Fuck, he had claws. Would they hurt going inside him? Luis wanted- no, needed to know, needed more of Leon. “Dios mio, Leon, please just fuck me. Please, please, please, ple-”
Luis was cut off by a finger plunging inside him suddenly. It curled ever so slightly in a way that had Luis tugging on his binds and softly mewling. The clanging made Leon smirk against Luis’ skin, still licking long stripes against his dick. His thighs twitched upon feeling the sharp claw inside graze past his g-spot. Leon’s face was sickening to look at, but Luis couldn’t take his eyes off him. The love and lust burning in his chest was so heavy it practically hurt. But soon any pain he felt turned to pleasure when Leon added another finger. He leisurely pumped them at first, crooking them just right, earning more whines and moans from Luis.
He couldn’t say anything from this point on, his body and mind were filled with ecstasy. Each passing second the coil in Luis’ stomach wound tighter and tighter as Leon continued his ministrations. The fingers in his cunt sped up and hit that sweet spot with every thrust. Leon’s tongue circled his dick again and again and again, keeping it slow and wanton. Everything he was doing pushed Luis further to the edge. He hung dangerously close. The coil was just about ready to break from the pressure it was under.
Leon then started sucking and slurping up Luis’ dick. Obscene noises fell from both of their lips. Luis couldn’t hold on much longer. The bottom of the cliff tempted him, drawing him so close to the edge. He emitted higher pitched moans from his vocal cords. Leon somehow snuck another finger inside his pussy while he was distracted and in his own world. The pleasure was coiling so tight something had to burst soon.
Luis opened his eyes to scarlet ones staring back with endless lust. When had he closed his eyes in the first place? He couldn’t think about anything else, not when the coil got so red-hot it shattered. Luis screamed out a plethora of swears as he climaxed. His whole body convulsed involuntarily. The chains rattled louder than before. Leon stopped his actions once Luis fully rode out his orgasm. He felt like he couldn’t catch his breath. He’s had sex many times before, so why did this feel so different? Everything felt glazed over from cumming so hard. Luis couldn’t think straight, nor stand right, nor see clearly.
One second Luis was facing Leon, the next his ass was sticking out and face rested against the wall. He whimpered as he felt claws squeeze his ass. Luis suddenly felt kind of nervous, he didn't know if Las Plagas made people mutate everywhere. Did it actually? That was one of the things he forgot to think about when making this shit. It wasn’t relevant to his research so he hadn’t put a mere thought behind it.
His thoughts were interrupted by a hand snaking around to his front side. It unzipped his jacket so effortlessly, but struggled with the buttons for a few seconds. His whole shirt was soon ripped open when the claw gave up on its previous task. Luis was too preoccupied watching the hand on his torso do its thing he forgot about what the other one was doing. It found its way to his leaking cunt, rubbing up and down the soft flesh. A claw caught on his dick and sent hot, heavy buzzes through his body, pooling in his lower stomach. He was still sensitive from cumming just a minute ago.
A shaky curse slipped from his lips when the claw did that thing again. His brain was a jumble of pleasure and pain and curiosity and- Joder, when did Leon even have time to get his cock out, let alone push it in so gently. Luis thought he’d be more rough with how he’d been with him so far, but it was a slow press. He felt warm, sticky breath on the nape of his neck as Leon bottomed out. His ass was flush with his hips. And when he pulled back, the tip of his dick hit that spot again, making Luis rattle the chain his hands were in again. His legs were another victim to this, twitching when the cock inside him brushed past his g-spot.
Another few seconds pass and Leon is going at such a slow pace it physically hurts Luis. He needed more, needed Leon so fucking much, but he wanted him to go faster, be rougher. Luis felt like he couldn’t talk anymore, like the wind was knocked out of him. A pretty intense first orgasm can do that to a person. He turned his head as far as he could and tried looking at Leon. Piercing rubies met soft smoky diamonds. Luis tried to convey as much as he could to Leon with only a stare. And it worked.
Leon’s face went from sickening to overly attractive in just half a second. His thrusts immediately became faster, at least. Luis rested his head onto his arm, not wanting to feel the cold wall again. He wanted to hurt from Leon, not from some stupid wall he was fucked up against. The hand on his torso finally did something, apart from ruin his shirt. It lightly scratched over his left pec, then squeezed and squeezed. He liked it for the most part, but couldn’t tell if Leon was doing it for himself or for Luis.
The claw on his dick did that stupid fucking thing again. Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing all throughout Luis’ body. His stomach did more flips than he could count, and the coil reformed, it mended into something better. Leon’s thrusts were now rougher, finally. His cock bludgeoned that stupid fucking area in his cunt again. Luis moaned even louder, head going limp from all the stimuli. He felt close to cumming already. Already? There was too much going on with his body. Tears formed in his eyes. What? He never cried during sex. But they threatened to fall past his cheeks anyway. Leon must have saw him ‘cause he asked him something. Luis was too busy feeling so close to the edge yet again.
The coil once again wound up so tight. It fractured without a warning. Luis arched his back and pushed his ass so far onto Leon it had to have been annoying for him. He was more quiet this time, faint whimpers and moans escaped his lips. Leon had to have seen how undone he was, but the monster kept going, kept his brutal pace. He hugged Luis tighter, hitting his g-spot over and over and over and over and over and-
“Joder, Leon, stop stop stop, please fucking stop, I ca- I can’t!” Luis finally spoke up, his cheeks stained with more tears. He screamed to Leon but he didn’t listen, he just kept going and going and going. His legs were definitely jelly at this point, and his arms grew sore from how much he was tensing them and his hands in the chains.
“Do you ever shut up?” Leon growled in his ear. It shouldn’t have turned him on. None of this should have been appealing. All of it was wrong. All of it was right. Just right. His stomach felt like it was on fire. The heat reignited a flame, and that damn coil was fixed again. Each aggressive thrust sent him further into the fire. His dick pulsed against the claw that still sent those stupid buzzes.
There wasn’t a sign Luis saw, or felt for that matter, that told him Leon was stopping anytime soon. It was the same rhythm, same roughness, same speed. Luis screwed his eyes shut, making himself see a galaxy behind those eyelids. Until finally, he heard worried grunts infecting his eardrums. That, too, should not have been as hot as it was. His stomach burst full of butterflies this time. They all surrounded the burning coil, tempting it to break again.
Leon’s thrusts were now frantic, and picked up an impossible pace, one which Luis couldn’t handle. He came again, it lasted for what felt like forever. He shuddered deeply, and kept shaking when he could feel Leon coming undone inside him. Luis felt every drop of Leon’s cum gushing into his cunt. Then, and only then, did Leon stop everything. His entire body stilled against Luis’. The one thing he did do was pull out, dripping cum onto his legs and the floor.
This shouldn’t have been as good of an experience as Luis prayed for. But it’s now over, he can get cleaned up, reason with Leon now that they have clearer minds. He can take him to his lab to rid him of that nasty, beautiful, disgustingly pretty parasite. Luis rested against the cold wall again. Every part of his body was on fire and the wall helped cool him down, to some degree. Although he was still chained up, he wanted to sit, give his legs a break.
Luis was instantaneously lowered to his knees, head and jacket scraping along the wall. Could Leon read minds now with his infection? He didn’t care anymore. He just wanted to rest. He wanted Leon again, the real Leon. Luis was almost completely naked on the floor, chained up in a room who knows where, fucked raw. His mind was a swirling storm, chaos, none of his thoughts seemed right. He didn’t even know what he wanted now. Sleep was a good thought. Sleep was always a good option. Sleep, yeah. Let himself rest.
This dream was different from his last one. It seemed more realistic. Leon was standing next to a sink in an unusual yet familiar kitchen. Luis was sitting at the island, staring at him with heart eyes. There were cups and plates scattered around the place. A mug full of coffee sitting by Luis’ hand. A hand with a wedding band around one of his fingers. The faucet turned on, it stung Luis’ ears for some reason. Is this the future? Did he save Leon? This is just a dream, right? It had to be. He couldn’t be safe yet. Not when he just had sex with the mutated version of the love of his life.