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It wasn't particularly easy to combine a life as a bioterrorism-specialized federal agent with a personal life.
For one thing, Leon wasn't home very often. He was sent to investigate many potentially dangerous locations, and they weren't always false alarms.
Second, having spent his life getting beaten up, he’d learned to tolerate, and ultimately appreciate, violence. Krauser had a problem with that, which had eventually rubbed off on him with enough brutal training sessions.
Lastly, Luis was the most loving, tender, and respectful partner one could imagine.
Which suited Leon perfectly, by the way. Coming home to warmth and love after being strangled, bitten, and thrown against walls was a much-needed respite.
But sometimes, weeks would go by without any real action, and even the highest level of training at the DSO facilities never gave him that same sense of danger. He didn’t feel the adrenaline short-circuiting his system and sharpening each of his senses, his muscles tensing at their limit under a deadly grip, the air being cut off from his lungs, the blood pulsing through his limbs all the way down between his thighs. Luis called these periods “modo fiera,” without really knowing exactly what caused them, but having, of course, made the connection with the lack of action.
After being brought back to the U.S. and spending a few months fighting to obtain the right to stay there, Luis had managed to get himself picked up by the DSO as well. He had undergone basic military training, but above all, he was an invaluable expert on BOWs. His first mission with Leon having been a spectacular success, they were now frequently sent out together into the field.
At first, they had moved in together out of convenience, but their relationship grew much more intimate as sexual tension turned into passion after the night they gave in—then into love. Their relationship was an open secret within the DSO, but the higher-ups turned a blind eye to it, just as they turned a blind eye to many of their members’ transgressions as long as they could continue to send them into the world’s most dangerous situations. And besides, they were more than happy that Leon, the eternal lone wolf, had finally accepted a mission partner.
And so there they were, in the middle of nowhere in Mexico, wreaking havoc on a small underground complex before a mad American scientist’s creations had a chance to emerge and prove themselves in the sunlight. This one hadn't been a false alarm at all.
The area was now secured, but they hadn’t achieved their objective. Luis was questioning a survivor in a fast and sharp Spanish that Leon gladly left to him. He understood the language well enough but hated his own accent when he had to speak it himself.
And he didn't have enough professional discipline to deny himself the thrill his lover's harsh tone sent through his chest.
He would even have enjoyed being in that guy’s place. He was watching Luis shift from friendliness to threats, pacing around him with a predatory air that made Leon weak in the knees, stepping out of his line of sight only to startle him with a slap on the shoulder afterward. This guy didn’t know how to appreciate the good things in life, and he didn't have the wits to find comebacks. No balls either. Luis didn’t even need to get physical before he spilled the beans. Bummer.
“There’s another hidden floor where documents are kept,” Luis announced, switching back to English. “He thinks that contact list will be down there.”
“And security, I imagine?”
“No staff, apparently. I have the code.”
“Let’s go, then.”
They left the man tied up in his chair. The DSO would retrieve him once the area had been secured.
Leon discreetly adjusted his erection upward so it wouldn’t impede him as they retraced their steps.
Corpses littered the floor. It was partly their fault. When they’d hacked their way in, the BOWs’ hibernation system had failed along with it, and they’d done nearly as much damage on the clandestine team as the two agents. Oops. But seriously, what kind of idiots had their biohazard security on the same network as the access security?
The secret passage was easy to find now that Luis knew where it was, and they took a small elevator down one floor. It wasn’t big. Just an archive room with a few servers and lots of shelves full of files; and behind it, a wall with a transparent upper-half that revealed… a lab? An operating room? A cold storage room? In any case, nothing was moving in there, and Luis turned his attention to the computers while Leon looked for a way to unlock that last room.
“It’s a fucking security card. Of course,” he complained, resisting the urge to shoot the card reader to pieces with his gun.
“Your problem, corazón! My code works just fine over here!”
Leon chuckled at his partner’s cheerful tone. Luis no longer worked in a lab, but he loved picking apart other’s and checking out their experiments. There was plenty to keep him busy for a while.
He was walking past the door to examine a rack when it suddenly blew up in his face.
He was thrown back against the shelves with enough force to knock all the air out of his lungs through his kevlar. His head was ringing too loudly for him to make out what Luis was shouting somewhere to his right. His whole body had tensed under the familiar sensation of pain. He felt a maniacal smile stretch across his bloodied lips. Finally. Turns out there was something interesting amid all these boring viruses!
He struggled to push away the door that was crushing him, only to discover a BOW, and not a small one. It was a mass of oozing flesh with a long vertical maw, standing on two legs with too many joints and roaring at them. It was tall enough to bump its head on the ceiling.
Leon grabbed his rifle and fired into the creature without missing a beat.
He emptied the weapon and let Luis take over while he struggled to get back on his feet. But naturally, the beast found Leon much more dangerous and charged right at him.
Cursing, Leon threw himself to the side just as the monster crashed where he'd been a second earlier. It stood up, leaving the imprint of his teeth in the plaster. Now there were tentacles. Too fast for a human. Before he could draw another weapon, Leon found himself pinned against the wall by the throat. He raised his hands to grab the appendages digging into his windpipe, releasing hoarse sounds but unable to free himself. He was overpowered, helpless, in mortal danger. Just like that first time in Raccoon City, when the tyrant had nearly strangled him. An ill-timed shiver ran through him from head to toe as he struggled.
He could hear Luis emptying his clip into the monster’s back, but all that did was make it tighten its grip. That crude brute was going to snap his neck before he’d even finished choking him. Rude. Leon’s legs finally found leverage on the monster’s front, and he mustered his last reserves of strength to violently unfold his body. Not enough against a BOW of this caliber, but it made it stagger just enough for the tentacles to loosen their grip.
He dropped to the ground. Luis immediately grabbed him by an arm and dragged him away. Behind them, an explosion rocked the shelves. Apparently, Luis had fed the thing a grenade.
Just from the way he saw his partner relax, Leon knew it was over.
His legs buckled under him.
“Easy, mi amor. Lie down.”
Leon just leaned back against a shelf as he learned to breathe again. The oxygen rushing back too quickly made him acutely aware of his entire body. He let out a long, shaky sigh. He loved having time to feel all of this. The intense euphoria of being alive.
He opened his eyes again to find Luis’s gaze on his crotch.
Oh, right. Judging by how it felt, it was probably noticeable.
“Too much adrenaline, eh?” Luis teased gently, kneeling beside him.
“It’ll pass. Don’t worry about it.”
“There’s still at least two hours until the next check-in, you know… maybe I could…”
“Really, don't bother.”
Luis raised an eyebrow. It was so rare for Leon to deny Luis that he couldn’t even remember the last time it happened. He couldn’t even blame it on professional ethics; they’d made love more than once in the middle of a mission. Sometimes because Leon was too turned on and had climbed him out of frustration. And he knew from experience that it didn’t help, and he felt terrible afterward. Luis didn't have to pay for the broken man that was his lover.
“I’m not leaving you like this, cariño! Let me take care of you. It’ll be quick and pleasurable, I promise.”
“I don’t want it to be pleasurable!”
They both fell silent. Leon mentally cursed himself. He’d gotten too used to expressing his true feelings around him… He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at him. He didn’t want to see the disappointment, the shock, or even the disgust…
There was a pause during which he could almost feel him putting the pieces of the puzzle together.
“You want it to be… like this?”
Leon opened his eyes again to see him gesture toward what remained of the BOW.
“Worse,” he murmured.
“The pain…?”
“Not only. If it was just physical, I would have asked you a long time ago… just… don’t worry about me, okay?”
Luis took his cheek to draw Leon’s eyes back to him. No disgust, no disappointment. Just the look he had when he was faced with a mystery to solve.
Leon shivered involuntarily under that gaze.
“You are mi vida, Leon, the love of my life, and I’m going to take care of you. But I need you to talk to me. Explain it to me. In more than ten words.”
Leon smiled shyly, which Luis returned.
“You know I’ve been trained… to resist torture. Right?”
“Until now, I didn’t like to think about it, but yes.”
Leon sat up a bit straighter now that he could see clearly again. His heart was pounding, but it wasn’t from lack of oxygen anymore… He didn’t even know how to put it into words… so in more than ten…
“Something must have gone wrong somewhere in there. It was going to the wrong part of my brain and it wasn’t having the intended effect. I realized some things… but that doesn’t answer your question, does it?”
But Luis just gave a fond smile, saying nothing, patiently waiting for Leon to sort out his thoughts, as he knew Leon needed with heavier topics.
“It's… danger, I guess. The mix of violence and pain, of helplessness…”
“Hmm. Like when you ask me to pin you to the bed by your hair, or to grab your neck, eh? The problem is, you know you're not in danger. It's not enough for you.”
“You’re obviously enough for me, Luis! It’s temporary, I can…”
“Ah, Leon, stop apologizing every three words, or we’ll never make any progress. I’m trying to understand. Keep explaining it to me, okay? And here, drink.”
Leon took the water canteen and swallowed a few sips, grimacing. His throat would stay sore for a few days, and that wasn’t something he liked.
“I don’t know how to describe it. I haven’t really tried to figure it out. I just enjoy it when it all adds up, and then I forget about it…”
“A danger kink, then? With masochistic tendencies… and probably significant addiction to adrenaline, typical of long-time agents.”
Talking about it did nothing to dampen Leon’s current arousal. It helped even less when Luis placed a gloved hand directly on his erection. Leon groaned as he felt hot tingles spread through his thighs. Fuck, he was more turned on than he’d realized. This time, he didn’t push him away. Luis was watching his reactions closely.
“I’ve messed around with this kind of thing a bit, you know. Back when I was young and full of hormones. I could’ve seen the signs in you over the years… I’m unforgivable.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Leon whispered, struggling to concentrate despite the touches. “It’s not exactly normal.”
Luis pressed his thumb against Leon’s tip, and he gasped.
“Wrong answer. On the contrary, there’s nothing weird about it. Want to try something?”
Leon bit his tongue. That teasing in a slightly breathless tone was already having a lot of effect on him. It was very Luis: no matter what he tried when it came to seduction, Leon was always struck exactly right. It had been causing him trouble ever since Valdelobos.
“I'll try anything you want.”
“Be careful of that side of me, cariño.”
“You don't need to hold back. You know what I can resist…”
Luis wet his lips, his cheeks flushed, and Leon was finally reassured that his lover was going to enjoy himself, too. He let him help him up and lead him into the adjacent room, behind the glass wall, since the monster locked inside had kindly spared him the trouble of looking for a security card. He quickly scanned the area to make sure it was safe. Just because danger turned him on didn’t mean he wanted to expose them to a second surprise attack.
Luis was looking around the devices, his eyes shining.
“There’s everything we need here. Cariño, I think I’m going to give you a little taste of who I was during the worst time of my life.”
Docilely, Leon took off his gear and settled into the reclining chair that occupied the center of the room. He'd wondered about Luis’s time at Umbrella a thousand times, of course, but had never dared to really talk to him about it. He had pictured him in his lab with his colleagues, imagined his state of mind, his quirks, his tone of voice, his focus… He'd tried to reconcile the kind, tender Luis he knew with one of Umbrella’s villains. To no avail, until today.
He watched him run his fingers over the surgical instruments and swallowed hard.
“You can use them,” he murmured despite himself, so quietly that Luis didn’t hear him.
His lover had turned to him with an unsettling smile, and made him take off his shirt as well, before restraining him to the chair with the built-in straps. His eyes were drinking him in.
“Oh, corazón, just look at you. Such a beautiful specimen, so perfect for me. All at my disposal. You’re going to be brave, aren’t you? You’ve been well-trained. You can take it.”
This time, Leon felt a rush of fear coil in his stomach. He didn’t know what Luis had planned. He had everything he wanted around him to experiment with this new kink that Leon had unwisely shared with him. And the look in his eyes was downright worrying. He was staring at him intently, tracing the curves of his chest with his eyes like a chef looks at the steak he’s about to cook. They had a safeword for a long time, but Luis still made sure to check on his well-being without breaking character.
“You've never been subjected to experiments like this?”
“No. A prisoner, yes, but not in a lab.”
“Perfect! A virgin subject to deflower…”
And without stirring up any hidden trauma, he didn't add.
Then Leon’s heart skipped a beat when he saw Luis turn toward him, holding a scalpel mounted on a handle. He began twirling it between his fingers as he approached slowly, never taking his eyes off him, but Leon couldn’t tear his gaze away from Luis’s hand.
“Luis, easy there…”
“Hm? Oh, this?” He tossed his instrument into the air before catching it flawlessly between two fingers. “Where do you think I learned my little trick with the lighter, eh? I’ve never cut myself with a scalpel, and I don’t plan on starting today… you, on the other hand…”
Leon flinched involuntarily when the cold blade rested flat against his left pec. Luis placed the index finger of his other hand right next to it to tap the skin.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk… don’t move, corazón. You wouldn’t want to cut yourself…”
Leaving the scalpel where it was, Luis worked the chair’s control panel. It began to hum as it powered up, then Leon stiffened as he felt it shift beneath him. Luis was reclining him further by raising the seat. Focused on the blade resting on his chest, Leon struggled to keep it from slipping during the process. But when the articulated arms extended from the sides to position themselves above him, he forgot what he was doing, and the scalpel slipped aside, landing on the tile floor with an unpleasant clatter. Luis shot it a disapproving glance.
“That's how it is, eh? I see this subject is going to require a little more motivation.”
He leaned in close to his face to look him in the eyes.
“Now, you have to be well-behaved, querido. Stay perfectly still so I can work properly. Otherwise, there will be consequences…”
He raised the corded controller he was holding, and suddenly, the articulated arms closed in on Leon. It took him a moment to realize they were equipped with sharp instruments. Needles, probes, forceps, and even a laser… but Luis detached it and replaced it with the scalpel he’d picked up, securing it in place with the wing screw.
All of this was barely an inch or two from Leon’s chest.
Luis ran a hand over his cheek to get his attention.
“Bueno. Everything’s ready… Are you properly secured?”
Still up for it?
Leon tugged slightly at his restraints, a shiver of excitement running through him when he realized the straps were sturdy and well adjusted. He had no way of slipping out of there and nothing to cut them with. And regardless, the sharp objects aimed at his rising and falling chest were a strong enough deterrent. He was at Luis’s mercy.
“Looks like you haven’t forgotten anything.”
Always.
“How did Hunnigan put it back then? One of Umbrella’s best? I don’t deal in sloppy work, Yanqui.”
Leon should never have told him that. Instead of letting the shadow of Umbrella undermine him, Luis had seized that small part of the report about himself and hadn’t stopped harping on it ever since. Turning it into a source of boasting helped him turn his guilt into derision. As he switched off the chair to lock it in that position, Leon watched him out of the corner of his eye. There was no stiffness in his posture or movements, no furrowed brow, none of his usual nervous tics, like pushing his hair back too often or nibbling on something. He even had a mischievous look in his eyes that made Leon's heart race. Luis loved what he was discovering about him. He loved the idea of experimenting with him. He loved having found something new to rile him up.
God, how much Leon loved him.
Luis picked something up from the countertop and waved it in his direction. A combat knife. Leon’s, not his own, which he always carried in the sheath on his shoulder. He treasured it like the apple of his eye, and they didn’t often swap them… The intimacy of seeing Luis’s slender fingers wrapped around the handle, weathered by the years, stirred a pleasant warmth in Leon’s stomach.
“No lab coat?” Leon groaned, his voice hoarser than he’d intended.
“Oh, is this subject concerned with protocol? I can put on a lab coat for you, mi amor. Let’s see, usually…”
There was no coat closet, so he opened a few cabinets before coming across some folded clothes. Leon tried to keep his eyes on him, but he always ended up squinting at the articulated arms so close to him. It made him nervous, and he did his best not to move, even though he didn’t know if the straps would actually let him hurt himself on them. He was almost tempted to test it out, but Luis came back to him before then, finishing pulling a white lab coat over his gear.
“I should even point out that you’re not supposed to touch a test subject with bare hands… shame I couldn’t find any gloves!”
He ran his fingers along Leon’s stomach, whose abs suddenly became visible as he tensed with pleasure.
“Eres una obra de arte,” Luis murmured as he picked up the knife.
Leon knew enough Spanish to more or less understand the compliments Luis slipped him from time to time, but he didn’t reply, focused on not breathing too heavily. The need to avoid any sudden movements required the same kind of concentration as in a dangerous situation. And the situation really was dangerous, wasn’t it? One wrong move and the blades would breach skin…
Luis leaned toward his face to brush his lips against Leon’s, making him almost whine. He wanted to kiss him, but he didn’t dare raise his head.
“Come on, cariño,” he breathed between their mouths. “Put a little effort into it, will you? A gorgeous specimen like you can do his part…”
Unable to hold back any longer, Leon tensed his muscles to finally reach Luis’s lips. Luis allowed him a few seconds of a real kiss before the sensation of his own knife, bare against the side of Leon’s throat, suddenly captured his full attention. The thick blade stroked his neck as it moved down slowly, the cutting edge facing upward, pressed against him just hard enough to be threatening.
Luis slid his tongue against Leon’s at that moment, and Leon groaned with pleasure. He was completely hard in his pants by now, and Luis showed no sign of wanting to do anything about it. His free hand not wrapped around the knife caressed the other side of Leon’s face in a special contrast to the metal. Leon struggled to keep from moving his hips to relieve the pressure, instead diving into Luis’s mouth. The knife traced down along his collarbones, cold and hard, terribly sharp, he knew that all too well. Leon shuddered as he felt it catch briefly on one of his nipples, which hardened.
He almost laughed to see just how much he was enjoying all of this. He was tense as a string, his heart was pounding wildly, his feverish skin had never been as sensitive as it was now under the threat of so many blades, and he was on the verge of begging Luis to finally put his hand where it was most needed. Not being able to touch him either was very frustrating. He could see the bulge in his lover’s pants out of the corner of his eye, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Finally, Luis pulled away, his lips swollen and wet. He bit his lower one as he looked at him, and Leon swallowed heavily. His eyes drifted from his lover’s face to the articulated arms, which seemed to have moved closer to him—oh. He’d just tensed up. He relaxed with effort as Luis positioned the knife vertically between Leon’s abs. He couldn’t help himself. He tensed up again, and the edge of the blade cut into the skin stretched tight against it. That small cut burned Leon’s hypersensitive stomach like lava. Luis clicked his tongue.
“You’re rushing things, cariño.”
He ran a finger over the thin wound to close its edges, making Leon shiver. There was very little blood, but Luis carefully wiped it off before bringing his stained hand to Leon’s lips. The two bloodied fingers touched him, and Leon obediently opened his mouth to lick them. The metallic taste of his own blood was so familiar to him, and so closely associated with dangerous situations, that he felt his body stiffen again—but this time, Luis had put the knife away, and he only managed to draw a drop of blood from the existing cut. Luis thrust his fingers into Leon’s mouth in slow motions, and Leon sucked them like a blowjob, never taking his eyes off Luis. From the look on Luis’s face, if there had been room on the table, he would have gladly replaced his fingers with a better part of his anatomy…
He finally withdrew his now perfectly clean hand, breathless. Leon deliberately licked his lips, his heart pounding with excitement. He glanced at the instruments above his chest, careful to keep himself out of reach.
“What will you do with your specimen, Doctor?”
“The specimen will find out as the examination progresses.”
With a precise movement despite his flushed face, Luis lowered the siliatic very close to Leon’s stomach. He could feel its heat on his cut. It must be poor quality. The ones from the decontamination department at the DSO only produced light…
Luis circled around him, scraping his fingernails over Leon’s bare skin, exactly the way he knew he liked it, and Leon was so hard in his pants that he couldn’t think of anything else. If his hands had been free, play or not, he would have reached down to touch himself. But he was restrained on all sides, and there was no point in trying… His fingers dug into the cold metal, searching for a grip and finding none.
On the workbench, Luis pushed his rifle aside to grab some clamps, and Leon's eyes traced the weapon, wondering if he should be worried. Ever observant, Luis smiled as he set his tools down on the wheeled tray.
“Cariño, that would be terrible gun safety.”
“Obviously,” Leon grumbled, struggling to control his legs, which were trying to squeeze the area that was driving him crazy.
But this time, Luis approached Leon’s groin. Leon watched him so intently he could have burned holes in his white coat. Without quite touching the spot where Leon was desperate for attention, he began to undo Leon’s buttons and fly, pinning the fabric around him in a star shape like a surgical field. He craned his neck to get a better view. Immediately, the sharp tip of a sensor dove into his pectoral muscle and pierced his skin mercilessly.
The jolt in his boxers was almost embarrassing.
It wasn’t just the pain, as he’d told Luis, but he was in exactly the right mindset, in a hyper-alert mental state where any stimulation only heightened the pleasure and made him crave more, more intense, harder.
It had nothing to do with the raw violence of the BOWs that usually abused Leon. It was a far cry from the usual blows, mindless claws, and savage bites, and the choking that made Leon’s body react like a damn poorly wired transistor.
No, this was better.
He felt like he was being dissected.
Luis had him open and vulnerable, crucified on his operating table, exploring every detail of his body and mind in a clinical, uncompromising manner, and exposing him to the harsh light of the world, while Leon had tried to keep everything in the shadows because he didn’t feel normal. But with Luis? Luis who had seen the worst of humanity, who didn’t flinch in front of trolls or prehistoric parasites, who had stretched the limits of science and who always seemed to be one step ahead? He felt like he belonged.
He felt safe.
He was so excited that tears of frustration were building in the corners of his eyes. He forced his chest to relax for the tenth time, the bloodied sensor taunting him as a red trickle ran down beneath his chest, likely tracing its outline underneath.
He hadn't flinched or made a sound, so Luis didn't realize what was happening until he was done and looked up.
“Tsk. These American guinea pigs, no discipline.”
He ran his finger under his pec, eyes in his. His bloodstained fingers moved to Leon's cock, which Luis had pulled out of his boxers by unbuttoning the front. The agent craned his neck to watch as his own blood left red streaks on his heated skin. The touch of Luis’s fingers on his intimacy almost tickled, so sensitive had he become from the situation. Every stroke was electric, nearly too intense. He couldn’t remember ever being in such a receptive state in his life.
Luis looked up at him as he pressed his palm along Leon's length.
“Is that what you wanted, cariño? My fingers on you? Like this, right there—maybe you'd like me to squeeze a little harder? Have you been a good boy?”
“Ngh… no… I've been undisciplined…”
“Exactamente. Well-behaved subjects get rewards, but impatient test subjects like you must learn patience.”
He pulled his hand off Leon’s cock, allowing only the slightest touch from his fingertips. Leon opened his mouth, feeling like air was being squeezed out of him. The contact was so light it made him squirm involuntarily; the tips of the articulated arms’ instruments scraped against his skin, but he managed not to hurt himself any further. Luis followed the movement with his eyes, attentive. He did nothing to staunch the blood flowing from the hole pierced by the sensor, which Leon had never seen before. He was used to Luis rushing over to tend to him at the slightest scratch. He could feel the warm wetness pooling beneath his side. The metallic scent mingled with detergent in the air, a familiar mix.
“I might consider making an exception if you do something for me…”
Moving closer to him, Luis untied the strap holding Leon’s right hand in place. Luis’s proximity and his eager gaze left no doubt as to what he expected of him. Leon knew his lover too well to misunderstand. Slowly, he moved his arm aside to brush Luis’s stomach, then make his way down below his belt. Being able to finally palm the bulge he saw straining against his pants sent a shiver through Leon. He heard Luis’s breath catch above him. His hips pushed slightly into Leon’s palm as he began to stroke him with care. He’d turned his head to see what he was doing and wasn’t paying attention to anything else: so he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt another strap closing around the base of his throat. The sensor rubbed against the existing wound, making it bleed more and wringing a muffled moan from him.
“So easily distracted, mi amor. I had given you a task…”
The clicking sound to his left told Leon that Luis was fastening the restraint. Swallowing heavily against the leather, unable to look at his hand anymore except out of the corner of his eye, Leon began moving again on Luis’s length. Their eyes met. The Spaniard gave him a predatory smile, and Leon felt the strap tighten, not enough to rekindle the pain of his earlier choking, but enough to become uncomfortable. He didn't say it. He would even have liked to feel the leather squeeze the base of his windpipe and actually cut off some air, but he didn’t want to worsen the pain that would set in tomorrow either. He’d talk about it another time…
He focused on his movements, delighted to hear Luis open his mouth as he tightened his grip. He knew exactly what he liked, and at what pace, and he fully intended to use that knowledge to drive him mad. He could feel his muscles contracting against his hand as he held himself back from thrusting. Still, Leon recognized the signs; he was already close to the edge, proof that their little experiment had affected him a lot too.
Luis backed away out of reach, breathless and flushed. He took a moment to calm down, walking over to the counter to look at the bottles and pick one out. When he turned back to Leon, his eyes raked hungrily over his body, offered and tied to the chair. He whispered as he opened the bottle.
“Me encanta tenerte así, completamente a mi merced…”
Leon smiled at him, moving his free arm on the armrest. He was dying to touch himself, both to finally get some relief and to figure out exactly what Luis had done with his clamps. The feeling of vulnerability it gave him. The clothing on his groin pinned like it was a rare insect, exposed for all to see. But Luis beat him to it, placing his hand right on it. He gripped it firmly with all his fingers at once, and Leon tensed, closing his eyes, the sensation too intense. Luis didn’t wait to start moving slowly, tight and lubricated, absolutely heavenly. Leon was so sensitive that he felt like he’d already come once.
“Gnn- Luis!”
“Focus, cariño. I’m still waiting.”
He pressed himself back to the chair, within reach of Leon’s hand, who wasted no time putting it back where it belonged. Luis scoffed.
“What, through my pants? Such a lack of manners…”
Leon shot him a feverish glance. How was he supposed to undo all of Luis’s gear with just one hand, and without moving so as not to hurt himself, while Luis’s fingers on his cock were driving him crazy? Shaking, it took him a few tries to get his finger through the buckle of his belt. He pulled and unbuckled it, then tensed with a moan when Luis pressed his palm to his slit. Fortunately, the button was a snap, which he managed to pop open without too much trouble before unzipping his fly; then he remembered that Luis wore tight-fitting boxers and almost whimpered. While he was trying to find a solution, he wrapped his fingers around his cock, which he could feel much more clearly with just a single layer of fabric between them.
“Querido. That's cheating, Luis panted.”
But he hadn’t moved away, and he hadn’t stopped stroking Leon, so Leon didn’t stop either. The flexible material of the boxers allowed him much more freedom of movement. He could almost slide his thumb under his cock to squeeze it tighter.
After a while, Luis finally undid his belt and opened his pants all the way so he could pull down his boxers.
“All right, you win. Hold out your hand.”
He picked up the bottle from the chair and squeezed it into Leon’s open palm. Vaseline. Leon gave him a sly smile before carefully coating his lover’s cock. Luis groaned at the cool sensation and, this time, thrust into Leon’s hand without holding back.
For a while, they built up a delicious rhythm. Leon was completely immobilized by the strap around his neck, unable to turn his head without injuring his neck. The good news was that he probably wasn't able to sit up enough to cut himself again. He was staring at the edge of the ceiling without seeing it, focused on the exquisite sensations coursing through his body that was both sore and so warm. He was in a state of arousal less intense than before, but oh so satisfying. For once, his usual sexual frustration after the adrenaline rush wasn’t tormenting him: he was in a perfect situation, tailored to meet his needs, and he already had ideas for taking this kind of play a little further.
In his hand, Luis’s movements were losing their regularity. His ragged breathing was mingled with telltale little throat sounds. Just knowing he was close sent a tingling sensation to Leon’s groin. He loved this moment. When Luis’s control slipped, when he gave in to the pleasure Leon provided with complete vulnerability and openness, at the height of bliss. He tightened his fingers and adjusted his grip so Luis would bump against the base of his palm with every thrust. The Spaniard white-knuckled the chair with his free hand, a shaky moan escaping his lips. Semen splattered across Leon’s wrist, deliciously warm against the thin skin there.
Luis was accelerating his own movements on Leon’s cock, made irregular from climax, and that was all it took to finally tip him over the edge. He tensed despite himself with a muffled groan, his hips lifting off the table. The clamps tugged at his clothes, and one of them brushed against the crease of his groin, ice-cold. He flinched.
“Nnnghh... fuck, Luis...”
“Right?” Luis agreed, sitting up panting. “Mi amor, that’s why you need to tell your man about your fantasies. Look at the lovely breaks it brings!”
“I’ll... take note... of that...”
“Wait, I’ll take this off.”
Luis untied the strap around Leon’s throat, and the latter took a deep breath, realizing only then just how much the restraint had been constricting him. He slumped completely into the chair while Luis removed each strap, then turned the device back on so he could retract the articulated arms. Leon watched them finally pull away from his chest, then tuck themselves under the chair as if they’d never existed.
He felt a vague impulse to find a way to take the whole thing home, feeling strangely sentimental toward this cold object that had hosted his first experience with sexual play.
Luis soaked a clean cloth in lukewarm water to wipe away the sweat, blood, and cum. It felt especially good after such an intense moment. When he was done, he helped him sit up, one hand behind his back and the other pressing a compress against the puncture hole in his chest. It had almost stopped bleeding, but he always made sure to disinfect wounds.
“I don’t know what you’re going to tell medical at the DSO for this,” he muttered.
“Oh, don’t worry, they never ask.”
“What? They question me about every little scratch!”
“Of course. You’re much more valuable to them than me.”
“Don’t start with that again. Get back on your feet instead of spouting nonsense.”
Leon let himself be helped up, smiling, no less convinced of what he’d just said. As soon as Leon could hold the compress himself, Luis rinsed out his cloth so he could wipe away the half-clotted blood stuck to Leon’s back. Now that he was coming down from his high, the smell reignited by the heat of the wet cloth made Leon wrinkle his nose. He focused on Luis’s movements behind him, savoring his simple, tender care. As soon as Luis was satisfied, Leon turned to wrap his free arm around him and bury his face in the side of his neck.
“I love you.”
“Hmmm,” Luis purred, pressing his cheek against Leon’s head. “Glad you liked my little improvisation.”
“I don’t know if it’ll work at home, but we can give it another go whenever you want.”
Leon sat up just in time to see a mischievous glint in his lover’s eyes, still holding him close by the hips.
“There are plenty of opportunities out in the field, too, eh?”
Leon chuckled softly.
“Great. Hunnigan's gonna kill us.”