Chapter Text
Later, Leon woke up. There was no natural sunlight in the underground bunker he rarely called home in so many words, but the UV panel across the room had begun to glow. The temperature down there was always unnaturally clement, so nobody ever really needed the sheets they'd kicked off the bed. The soft sound beneath his ear was the beating of Luis' heart. He'd fallen asleep to it and he awoke to it, their legs and fingers entangled. Luis smelled a little like cordite, and a little like antiseptic, and a lot like sex. Leon untangled their fingers, their legs, and sat up. Where he'd lain there was no scar to tell the tale of Luis' death. There was nothing to show he had ever been anything but alive. Leon had seen before, in the tank, but he hadn't tasted the spot until that night.
He slid out of bed, stepping carefully around their respective clothing and Luis' discarded gun, and went into the kitchen. Leon was in the midst of reaching for a mixing bowl when he heard Luis' bed creak. The sound didn't so much as startle him, and when Leon felt heat behind him, he leaned back, and Luis was there. As though he always had been.
"¿Que haces?"
"Pancakes." Leon didn't know it in Spanish.
"For breakfast?" Over his shoulder, he frowned at Luis, who frowned back at him.
"What else would they be for?"
"Dessert." Like it was obvious.
"Spain is weird." Luis laughed into the curve of Leon's neck, and Leon dropped the spoon into the batter.
"Ay, cariño." Behind him, Luis was all warm life, and Leon could feel Luis' erection poking at him. He turned, nose-to-nose with Luis, and hesitated. Last night he had been drunk on emotion, wild with despair. It seemed as though he hadn't done one conscious thing in five years, that that morning was the first time he had woken up with a clear head. Before he could think too hard, Luis kissed him, carefully, and he wound his arms around Luis' neck. Luis' hands were at his hips, rubbing little circles against the bones. The whole lean line of him was pressed against Leon, pushing him back against the counter.
He braced himself and pushed up, evening out their height difference and then some. The Formica was cold under his skin. Luis pushed between Leon's knees and Leon let him in. When Luis bit at the cord of his neck Leon groaned, and when he slid a slick finger up behind Leon's balls, Leon arched his back and smacked his head into the cabinet.
"Tell me that's not the butter," Leon gasped.
"No esta la mantequilla."
"Don't lie to me."
"Cariño, I can't do both." As they spoke, Luis worked a finger into Leon's ass, stroking Leon's cock with his other hand. Leon arched as Luis leaned forward, but Luis' mouth found his ear regardless.
"Put your hand on the back of my neck," Luis murmured, barely audible. Distracted though he was, Leon complied.
"Oh, Jesus!" Luis was up to two fingers, intermittently brushing over something that made Leon see stars and shake.
"Do you feel the lump next to my carotid artery?"
"Luis-"
"Leon, please!" It was a groan. Luis, up to three fingers, pulled back slightly to look Leon in the eye. Though his pupils were blown, his breathing ragged, his expression was steady, and that steadied Leon.
"I feel it, baby," Leon sighed. The lump felt more like a cylinder, smooth-edged and just under the skin. It was about a centimeter across, and felt a few centimeters long. Luis pulled his fingers out and Leon shivered, staring.
"What-" Luis silenced Leon with a kiss, digging fingers into his hips and tugging him forward to the edge of the counter. The slick head of Luis' cock nudged at Leon's ass.
"I'll be gentle, cariño. Tell me if it hurts." Leon shook his head incoherently, knocking their foreheads together. He wrapped his legs around Luis' waist as Luis pushed into him, slowly despite Leon's squirming. The slow burn was unlike anything Leon had felt before. It didn't hurt as much as he'd been afraid it might, and when it was done, and Luis was buried in him to the hilt, gasping against his shoulder, Leon felt as though he had regained something he was not previously aware of losing.
"Te-"
"It's a tracker." Stifling a groan, Leon knotted his fingers in Luis' hair and tried to listen with his whole body to the half-voiced whisper. "It needs to go before I can leave. Understand?"
"Yes-" Luis pulled halfway out and carefully pushed back in again, building the beginnings of a slow rhythm. Leon writhed.
"I need time to es- to study. The, the files." His voice was a hot stutter in Leon's ear.
"God, Luis, I love you..." Helplessly. The words jolted out of him by Luis' thrusts, beginning to lose their calculated slowness.
"Necessito un año. One- one year."
"Oh God. Luis." There would be bruises on his hips the next day, the size and shape of Luis' clever fingers.
"Dime- Say you understand."
"I love you."
"Tell me!" Sobbed, not whispered. Loud enough for the mics to pick up. Leon tugged at Luis' hair, pulling his attention up from where his cock pumped into Leon's body, fast and erratic, not remotely gentle. Luis met his eyes and choked, jerking as Leon felt sudden heat flood his insides.
"I do," he said first, because he had been listening. "I love you," Leon said after, for whatever Umbrella security was still watching, and because it was true. Luis pulled out, too fast, and dropped to his knees, swallowing Leon's cock in one go as Leon began to come.
Leon listened to the broken sound of his own breathing as Luis swallowed around his softening cock. One year. All Luis needed was one year, and they'd be gone from Umbrella forever.
One year, and they'd be together, free, and nobody would ever be able to touch them. They'd be unstoppable. Luis' brains, Leon's brawn, and they'd have the secrets of Umbrella in the palm of their hand.
For the first time, Leon knew where he wanted to be after the fall of Umbrella.
He could see it from where he was sitting.
Nobody was ever going to separate them again.