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“So... your solution is tying me up again?”

The commotion from outside had quieted. The swarm of B.O.W.s he’d seen earlier seemed to calm down for the time being. The doors to the church Leon had been trapped in were shut tightly, letting nobody else inside but the team of rebels his captors belonged to.

Leon wasn’t particularly concerned with being tied up again. Was it an inconvenience? Yes. Yes, it was. But it also presented a great opportunity to investigate deeper into the rebel team’s use of the Plaga parasites. From what he’d gathered, that Licker that had almost taken him out in the parking garage earlier was under some kind of control. Even though the man who’d been there with them wasn’t turned, Leon assumed there was some type of restraint they used to slow the process down. He wasn’t exactly sure how it worked yet.

“Are you going to talk to me, or do we get to sit here in silence?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he watched the man across from him pace up and down the pews. “I know you don’t like me very much, but when has that ever been a stopper for friendly conversation?”

Instead of a verbal response, he received a very ugly look. It wasn’t a problem, but he had hoped to make at least a little progress in the last hour or so. The man—who he’d learned was nicknamed Sasha—was a solemn, stoic type. Just by looking at him, Leon was sure he had a tragic story or two lined up that he was waiting to unload. Leon wasn’t the type to prey on that, but he did relate to the fact that this outbreak had been single-handedly responsible for most of his suffering. Maybe Sasha would open up if he gave him something to go off of. He was just trying to break the ice.

“You know—” he started again, his eyes following the tense, quick movements of Sasha as he continued pacing. “—I still haven’t had breakfast yet. If you know any good places around, we could go grab a bite to eat together or something. Sure beats just sitting here.”

“Would you shut up?”

“Ah, so he speaks.”

The soles of Sasha’s shoes scraped the floor as he finally came to a stop. He paused in the middle of the rows of pews, glancing over at Leon. “I don’t know what you expect to get out of this,” he said. “You’re lucky I haven’t killed you yet.”

“Believe me, it’s unlucky you haven’t.”

They met eyes, Leon’s expression remaining light and somehow playful, while Sasha’s was dark and unwavering. Leon could see the anger sitting behind his eyes, which was interesting. Either there were no clear emotions on his face, or it was twitching with unbridled rage. The range of human emotions was fascinating.

“You gonna tell me what you guys do with the Plagas? And why you’re so interested in them after the old man died?” Leon asked. “Or is that a secret too?”

“Are all Americans this annoying? Or is it just you?”

Leon raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I dunno, I like to think my ability to annoy is unique to me.”

“I know JD’s taken a liking to you,” Sasha said bitterly. “But I won’t fold that easily. There’s more to you than you’re letting on. You’re with the American government, aren’t you? That’s why you’re here. You’re part of the C.I.A—”

“If you believe I am, then sure.”

“Don’t get fucking sarcastic with me. Just answer the question. What are you doing here?”

“I know as much as you do.”

“Liar! You’re so fucking annoying! There’s no reason for you to fuck around like this. You’re our captive. I have the ability to throw you outside as a sacrifice whenever the hell I want.”

“But you won’t,” Leon replied smoothly. “Because you’ve taken a liking to me. At least a little bit.”

Sasha’s mouth twitched, and he slowly approached the chair Leon was still tied to. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?” he asked, leaning down so they were face to face. “You think you’re real funny?”

“Yeah, I like to think I’m pretty hilarious.”

“Maybe I should throw you outside. That version of you would certainly be easier to deal with,” he spat. “Or maybe—” He slid his handgun out of his back pocket, pressing the barrel firmly against Leon’s forehead. “—I’ll just get rid of you for good. So I don’t ever have to see your stupid fucking face again.”

Leon watched him through his eyelashes, his expression unchanged. “Go ahead. But you’d miss the company.”

He could hear the bullet slide snugly into the chamber, Sasha’s top lip lifting into an aggravated snarl. “Stop fucking talking—” he hissed. “—I don’t want to hear your yapping anymore—”

“If you want to shoot me so bad, do it. What’s stopping you?”

“Information,” Sasha replied darkly. “You have information. I know you do.”

“Oh, I’m a little disappointed. You made it seem like you had a little crush on me or something.”

Sasha stared at him for a moment, the anger on his face boiling into an expression of rage. He slammed the barrel of the gun into Leon’s forehead as he stood back up. “Just shut up.”

The blow didn’t hurt nearly as much as Leon had expected, a small grunt leaving him as he huffed heavily through his nose. “Not so fond of my jokes, huh?”

“Why can’t you just be quiet for two fucking minutes? Why do you have to talk so much?”

“I feel like we’ve been over this already.”

Before he knew it, Sasha yanked him out of the chair by the scruff of his shirt. Leon stumbled, nearly tripping as Sasha dragged him toward the back of the church. He had no idea what was going on—whether Sasha had finally cracked and was taking him somewhere to talk, or if he had really driven him insane enough to get shot. Either way, he didn’t mind. “Oh, are we going on a little field trip?”

No answer came. Sasha threw him through a side door, letting him stumble. The door slammed shut behind them, and Sasha’s forearm slammed into Leon’s throat, pinning him against the building. “Listen to me, American.” He hissed, applying firm pressure under Leon’s Adam’s apple. “You’re going to tell me what I want to know, or I’m tossing you out there.” He gestured to the gathering swarm of infected citizens, still unaware of their presence. “Understand?”

Leon gritted his teeth, twisting his wrists against his bindings, trying to find an escape. “I told you—” His voice strained as he choked. “—I’m just an American whose vacation was—” He swallowed, though the pressure blocked it. “—interrupted.”

“You’re lying—”

“We’ve been over this,” Leon turned his head to try and relieve some of the pressure on his throat. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Sasha didn’t reply immediately. Then, he swung his fist hard across Leon’s face, earning a grunt of pain. Leon’s head slammed into the side of the building, and he shut his eyes to assess the pain. “Talk!”

“If you keep yelling like that, it doesn’t matter if I give you information or not!” Leon snapped, his voice low. “Those things are going to swallow us up in seconds!” He slammed his shoulder into Sasha’s chest, shoving him away. “For the last time— I am not a CIA agent—”

Sasha grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him back against the wall, his nails digging into the thin fabric of Leon’s shirt. “We’re not going inside until you tell me why you’re really here.”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me why you’re so interested in those Plaga parasites.” Leon’s eyes darkened as he stared back at Sasha through his lashes. “You found a way to control them, didn’t you? Use them. Slow them down somehow? That’s why the old man died, right?”

Instead of a response, Sasha delivered another hard punch across Leon’s face, and this time Leon couldn’t stop the grunt of pain. It wasn’t a serious injury— no blood dripped from his nose or lips— but the frustration simmered. He had a mission to complete, and this idiot was keeping him from it. It made him more bitter about the beating.

“I told you, you don’t get to know anything about us if you don’t come clean!”

Leon glanced quickly at the approaching horde. Their shuffling had quieted. That wasn’t a good sign. He shifted his gaze back to Sasha, who didn’t seem to care they’d likely attracted attention. But Leon wasn’t dying like this. “Keep your voice down.”

“Everything’s fine,” Sasha replied, shifting his grip to tighten around Leon’s throat. He pushed him further against the wall, their faces mere centimeters apart. Leon could feel Sasha’s breath against his mouth. “Are you going to cooperate? Or am I going to have to kill you?”

“You’re going to kill both of us—”

“I have this under control.”

“You won’t even be able to use the information if you’re dead,” Leon gritted, his voice tightening with every squeeze of Sasha’s hands. “We have to go back inside, idiot—”

“I should just kill you—”

Leon’s eyes flicked nervously to the side, sweat trickling down the back of his neck. “Oh, fuck this,” he choked, slamming his head into Sasha’s and pushing away from the wall. He quickly snatched Sasha’s pistol from his belt, clicking the safety off and cocking it. The horde had definitely noticed them, closing in with tired moans. Leon had to think fast. With his hands still bound behind his back, he aimed backward and fired.

He ducked, narrowly avoiding grasping hands, and fired a few shots at the nearest creatures. They didn’t land where he intended, so he threw himself to the ground, kicking one creature’s legs out from under it and then shooting it in the head. It was easier when they were on the ground. But there was no way he could take them all down that way.

One of the creatures grabbed him from behind, the cold touch sending a shudder down his spine. He quickly flipped it over his shoulder and kicked another one away, shooting the first in its squealing head. It was harder to shoot blind, especially with his arms restricted.

A creature screeched and lunged at him. He looped it into the crook of his elbow, slamming his body into it, both of them hitting the floor. He rolled over his shoulder, narrowly avoiding being grabbed, then bent backward to avoid another attacker. With a stomp, he crushed its skull.

“Are you going to untie me or just stand there!?” Leon shouted when he saw Sasha doing nothing.

No response came. Leon scoffed, focusing back on the battle. With a running start, he jumped onto one of the creatures, wrapping his legs around its torso. As he fired at the approaching ones, he slammed the creature to the ground, stomping its head in once he got back up. He rolled away and dropped flat, shooting a few more with his gun held behind his back before the gun clicked empty.

Of course, he needed a reload.

He jumped to his feet, dodging the creatures. Sasha and his men had taken his weapons, so he had nothing but the pistol. And now, he didn’t even have that. Time to get creative.

Leon avoided a few more, bashing his head into one and knocking it down. He kicked its skull against the wall before slamming three more to the ground with a jump. One’s head caved, but the others stayed intact. He had to keep kicking them down before they could get back up.

Suddenly, he was shoved to the ground. He rolled away just in time, throwing his legs up and smashing another creature to the floor. He stomped its head under his boot before calling out to Sasha again. “Reload!”

But the bindings on his wrists weren’t loosening. The horde was closing in, and his legs were becoming less effective. A pocket knife would be better than nothing. Leon slid over the back of one creature, landing safely behind them, and threw it toward the approaching ones. They fell like bowling pins.

He picked up a heavy wooden pallet, knocking it over to crush the creatures beneath it before an attacker closed in from behind.

“Reload the fucking gun!” Leon shouted, dodging snapping jaws, and driving his shoulder into one’s face to push it away. “Surely they taught you how to do that!?” He knocked heavy garbage from the wall, crushing more creatures. He sprinted toward Sasha, grabbed a magazine from his belt, and, with a growl, kicked the fallen pistol into the air. He caught it and swiftly reloaded it.

Now, with better aim, Leon was able to take down more creatures, reluctantly shielding Sasha from their groping hands. “Now would be a great time to untie me!” Leon shouted, moving backward as he narrowly avoided being grabbed. He fired a few shots behind his back and then slammed his boot into the creature that got too close.

Struggling to stay steady, Leon continued shooting, throwing creatures, and reloading when necessary. He was back at square one when the gun clicked empty again.

One lunged at him from the right. Blocking it with his shoulder, Leon barely avoided another on the other side. If he could just get out of this, he might be able to use the alley trash to clear them. Before he could act, his face was showered in hot blood. A knife blade pierced his attacker’s forehead, and the tension on his wrists loosened. Sasha was here—finally.

With his arms free, Leon reloaded the pistol and used it to put down the creature still in his grasp. As Sasha sliced through others, Leon spun the gun in his palms, unloading bullets as Sasha cut through the remaining ones.

“It’s about time you came in!” Leon said, his back slamming against Sasha’s as they assessed the horde. He shot a few down, leading Sasha through the crowd.

“I’ll try to be fashionably late next time!” Sasha yelled back, ducking out of the way and stabbing a creature in the brain. Leon knocked one away to save Sasha from an attacker before the gun went off, dropping the creature in front of him. He rolled away, leaping up to stab another in the eye.

“So, there’s going to be a next time!?” Leon asked, shooting two in a line. He shot Sasha a focused, stony look. “Sounds like a date, Sasha!”

“Shut up!”

“I knew you didn’t actually want to kill me!” Leon continued. “You have a soft spot for me, don’t you?”

Instead of answering, Sasha growled, grabbing Leon hard by the throat to move him out of the way. Blocking the attacker that had been stalking Leon with his forearm, he buried his blade deep into its face. “Would you focus!?”

“I am focused!”

Their banter ceased as they continued to fight off the last of the infected limping toward them. Leon wiped sweat from his forehead. Blasting a few to the floor, he threw his arms over Sasha’s shoulder, picking off the ones set on attacking him as he focused on fighting off the one inches away from him. It was easier to work together, Leon no longer having to distract himself watching every one of his blind spots. He knew Sasha could—and would—protect him before he was attacked. That made the fight go smoother, the alleyway floor drenched in rotten bodily fluids. The stench somehow smelled like victory. 

“Reload!” He called, letting the empty magazine slip out of the handle, clattering to the floor. He held his hand out, waiting for the new ammo, smashing the barrel of the gun through a few of the creatures’ heads. The rest were at a safe distance for now, so he and Sasha could reload and recuperate. He received the weight he was waiting for in his hand, though he realized quickly it wasn’t a magazine—but Sasha’s hand in his own. He was yanked backward, wondering if there was an attacker he had missed in one of his blind spots. He was equally shocked when, instead of danger, he was met with a desperate kiss.

A sharp exhale left him, not even having time to shut his eyes before Sasha shoved him off, slammed a magazine into his hand, and jumped back into the battle. He had no idea what just happened, swiping his tongue nervously over his lips as he reloaded. Cocking the gun, he blasted a few of them away, a weird-sounding laugh leaving him as he did. “What was that!?” he asked. “I thought you didn’t like me!”

“Just shut up!”

Leon dodged, unloading bullets precisely, watching body after body thud to the ground. “Is being mean to me your way of flirting!? Because I think it’s working!”

“You talk way too much! Shut—” Sasha drove his knife deep into one of the creatures’ skulls, tearing it out as it dropped dead. “—the fuck up!”

“Are we going to talk this out over a beer or something!?” Leon continued as though Sasha hadn’t spoken. “Dare I ask—what are we!?”

Suddenly, Sasha swept Leon to the ground, getting a pained noise in reply. He kicked the infected away from him, slicing through those that had lunged for him. “Focus!”

Leon stayed quiet, shooting down a few of them from the ground, wheezing breaths leaving him from the unexpected fall. There were significantly fewer threats now, so he let Sasha handle those, shooting only when they got too close, arms aching from being bound.

As soon as the last of the infected fell dead, a bullet snug in its skull, Sasha bent down to help Leon up, offering his hand. “Sorry, I know that was hard.”

Grasping onto his hand, Leon allowed himself to be pulled up, clicking the safety back onto the gun. “Yeah, earlier I brought you down safe and sound. My thanks for that? Breaking my back on the fucking cement.”

“Whatever.”

He handed Sasha his gun back, wiping the rest of the gooey blood off of his face with a disgusted grimace. “So—” he said, cleaning his hands off on his shirt. “—you gonna tie me back up or take me for breakfast? I’m very confused with your motives here.”

“Would you shut up about breakfast?”

“Would you quit being an ass and tell me what you’re using the Plagas for?”

Sasha’s expression soured. “No.”

“Then no.”

“Let’s just head back inside.”

Leon scoffed defiantly. “You gonna give me my weapons back?” he asked, watching the other through his eyelashes. “And my vest?”

“I can still kill you right now if I wanted to.”

“Right. I’d like to see you try.” Leon replied, turning around to start walking the other direction.

“Where are you going!?”

“If I’m just going to go back to being your little prisoner, there’s really no reason for me to stick around any longer, is there?” He called back. “Tell JD I said bye!” His boots scraped the bloodstained cement as he walked, listening to Sasha call for him to come back. Contrary to his expectations, he didn’t get as far down the alleyway as he thought he would. His legs were thrown out from under him, and he landed hard—for a second time—on his back. He barely had time to let out a wheeze of pain before he was catching Sasha’s heavy boot in his hands, straining to hold it just barely above his chest. Although this wasn’t the best place to be right now, knowing Sasha was probably pretty angry with him, he was content. He’d known Sasha would come chasing after him. Attack him somehow. Though he was expecting him to bash something into the back of his head, not take him back down to the ground.

“Jeez, now I’m really falling for you, huh?” he said through a self-satisfied grin.

That earned him a hard boot to the face, his nose cracking grossly under the rubber sole. He groaned, head snapping back into the cement below him, hot blood rushing down his mouth and chin. Still not a great position to be in... and considerably worse now that he was bleeding. But he didn’t mind too much.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Sasha said, leaning down to get closer to him, eyes narrowed and dark. “I saw how you took on those monsters back there. Alone with your hands tied behind your back. You are a C.I.A. agent. Aren’t you? No normal American citizen would fight like that, you liar.”

Leon sprayed blood out of his mouth into Sasha’s face, gripping onto his ankle as he slammed his boot down into his chest. “So instead of addressing you not being able to control yourself around me—” he gasped out, that shit-eating smile still somehow on his face, his teeth bloody. “—we’re going to pretend like it didn’t happen? I was hoping we’d go out. Find out what the hell your problem is over dinner or something.”

Sasha kicked him again. It wasn’t as hard as last time... probably to refrain from drawing more blood—but it still hurt like hell. His head throbbed, and his nose was most likely broken. “Just tell me the truth. If you tell me the truth, maybe I’ll trust you more.”

“You’re trying to gauge if I’m a threat?” Leon asked. “So, in case we end up making out, you want to make sure you’re not swapping spit with your enemy?”

“Maybe I did make a fucking mistake. I should've just shot you point-blank and been done with it.”

“But you kissed me instead.”

Instead of answering, Sasha pulled him to his feet by the collar of his shirt, turning him around and slamming him face-first into the wall. He trapped his arms between their bodies, pushing them hard up against Leon’s spine. “Maybe you should just listen and fucking cooperate, and I won’t kill you—”

A sharp exhale left Leon’s mouth, breath hissing through his teeth at the pressure on his shoulders. He could feel Sasha breathing heavily against his ear, goosebumps rising to the surface of his skin. “You won’t kill me—” he said, sounding pretty sure of himself even through gritted teeth. “—you know you won’t be able to kill all of those things by yourself. You need help. That’s why you just keep tossing me around like a ragdoll to intimidate me. You’re trying to get me on your side.”

“Shut up!” He bashed him into the wall, freeing one hand to grip onto Leon’s hair. “Just shut up!” He kept him against the wall, pressing the side of his face hard into it as he leaned in closer to him. He could hear Leon’s uneven breaths, pitching every time he pushed closer to him. The expression on the other’s face was still pretty amused, though mild anger twisted underneath it. The red blood split his face almost in half, covering up most of the anger. It shone in his eyes, though. Under thick, dark lashes. “If I tell you about the parasites, will you work with me? Cooperate with me?”

“I’ve been telling you I would for the past 4 fucking hours.”

“Fine.” Sasha muttered, tightening his grip on Leon’s wrists and the back of his head, watching his lips twitch at the uncomfortable feeling. “We found a way to inject ourselves with it instead of being directly infected. It allows us to control Lickers at will. Make them docile. We utilize them and use them to fight. The less we use them, the longer the infection takes to spread.”

“So—” Leon grunted, trying to twist his arms out of Sasha’s hold. “—is that what you’re going to go get? What JD keeps trying to tell you not to go searching for?”

“Yes.” Was the only answer he got, Sasha somehow getting even closer to him. “Your turn.”

Leon tried to glance over his shoulder at him, gritting his teeth harder when his head was redirected back to the wall. “Fine. You’re right. I am a C.I.A. agent. I was here on a mission. I was supposed to abandon my post and leave, but I didn’t. What I’m doing isn’t exactly government-approved. Happy?”

“Fine.”

Leon was released from his spot on the wall, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor. “So, do I get my weapons back now? Or do I have to go back to being tied up like a little servant?”

There were a few seconds of thick silence, the two men just staring back at each other, equal amounts of aggravation in their eyes. It was sort of uncomfortable, Leon spitting another mouthful of blood onto the floor. Almost as soon as the blood hit the ground, Sasha was grabbing Leon’s wrists again—this time, slamming them up above his head once he’d hit the wall.

Leon let out a breathless groan of pain when his back was driven into the wall again, though the noise was just swallowed up by Sasha’s hot, desperate mouth on his own. Their teeth clacked together, and he had to suppress another uncomfortable grunt. The blow wasn’t exactly soft, the kiss was more like a smack to the mouth at first, trapping Leon’s own blood between their tongues.

So, this definitely wasn’t what he was expecting, and a large part of him wanted to pull away. But he didn’t. Instead, he clenched his fists, pushing back against him to accept it. He could feel the aggravation... the rage... leaking off of Sasha and into the kiss. Sasha was pressing his lips against Leon’s so hard it kind of hurt.

The pinch of Sasha’s nails digging into his wrists coaxed a new groan of pain from the back of his throat. But he welcomed it this time, finding the shot of pain to be sort of nice. The taste of blood in the back of his throat blocked the taste of Sasha that he knew would be prominent, had his nose not been broken beforehand. Blood coated his tongue and his teeth, and he was sure the same went for Sasha. Though the other man didn’t seem to care. The kiss was getting heavier, despite them being locked for less than a minute. Sasha puffed out hot breath against Leon’s face.

He could feel Sasha mutter something to him against his lips, and he pulled away, bloody drool stringing from their mouths. “What—?” He breathed out, chest heaving considerably harder than it had been earlier.

Sasha freed one of his hands, reaching into his pocket as he breathed harshly along with Leon. The familiar sound of the safety of his gun turning off reached Leon’s ears, and he threw his head back with a high gasp. The barrel of the gun was pressed snugly underneath his chin, and he stared down at the other man—not in terror—but in annoyance. “You don’t tell anybody about this.”

“So, you admit you do have a crush on me?”

Sasha cocked the gun, Leon’s eyelids fluttering excitedly at the noise. “Maybe a little one.” He let Leon’s other arm go, keeping the gun under his chin, sliding his newly freed hand over Leon’s cheek. The texture of his face was rough from the stubble there, and he trailed his hand over to his mouth, running his thumb over his bloody lips. Pushing forward, he connected their lips again—not quite as hard as last time, though Leon still made a noise from the force of it.

With the gun still between them, Leon grabbed onto the back of Sasha’s neck, yanking him closer to him, practically grinding their mouths together. He exhaled harshly, grasping tighter onto Sasha when he closed the little bit of room they’d had between their bodies, clawing at the back of his shirt. There was a sudden moan of pain that Leon let out when their noses collided, sparks of hot pain blooming through his face. He could still feel streams of blood—thinner now—dribbling from his nose, interfering with the kiss.

“Shut up—” Sasha huffed out, tilting his head to slam back forward, hitting Leon’s nose again and catching his tongue between his teeth. There was a louder pained noise this time, leaning more toward a shallow grunt instead. But he didn’t pull away. Neither of them did. There was something about the atmosphere around them now. The awkwardness seemed to have melted away. But it was difficult to tell if it was replaced by desperation or rage. Or both.

Sasha’s lips strayed from Leon’s, growing sloppy in their placement, wanting him so badly—needing him so badly—he couldn’t focus. The blood splattered across his face and the front of his shirt was riling him up, and he wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted more of that. More of those pained noises. The faces he made. He needed him under him. Under his control.

“Would you—” Leon gasped out when Sasha’s lips strayed away again, taking the time to draw in a desperate breath. “—focus—?”

“I am focused—” Sasha exhaled back, his voice soft, deep, and breathless.

Wrapping both arms around Sasha’s neck, Leon slid his fingers into his hair, gripping onto it tightly. “You gonna—” He exhaled harshly again, breathing much harder as he chased after the other’s lips. He was talking between kisses, pushing their tongues together. “—keep digging that gun into my neck—?”

“For as long as this takes—” Sasha replied, using his free hand to grasp at Leon’s thigh, digging the pads of his fingers into his flesh. “—still don’t trust you—” Any hope for this being a neat ordeal was forgotten. Their lips were both bloody and slick with spit, sweat beading at their hairlines, a few droplets rolling down Leon’s cheek. Pulling Leon’s leg up to try and wrap it around his waist, he could tell the other took the hint, feeling pressure bear down onto the back of his neck as Leon swiftly pulled himself up into his hold. He looped his legs around the other’s middle—much like he’d done to that creature earlier—tugging him closer to him with a groan.

“You still don’t trust me, but you’ll shove your tongue down my throat?”

He didn’t get a reply. Instead, Sasha did precisely that, slamming himself forward to kiss him even harder, pushing his tongue into his mouth. Leon took that as a very obvious yes. He returned the excitement, lifting himself up to hover over the other man, grasping his face with both hands and digging his nails into his cheeks. He could feel the gun relocate, the barrel being driven hard into his crotch. A heavy moan left him, and he breathed heavily into Sasha’s mouth, a shudder coursing through his body. “That’s not where that goes—” He heaved out, gritting his teeth when the barrel was pushed even farther between his legs. His breaths were sharp, and he could hear Sasha’s were practically matching, which made him laugh a little bit.

“Watch my fucking nose—” Leon growled out, pulling away when their noses collided again. “—you broke it. The least you could do is be fucking careful—”

“Don’t be a baby.” Sasha replied gruffly, grasping Leon’s hair and pulling him back into the kiss. But he cried out and grabbed Leon’s face hard when the other man bit down unforgivingly on his bottom lip. “The fuck are you doing!?”

“Getting you back, asshole.”

When Sasha glared, Leon grinned. He ran both hands through Sasha’s hair and redirected his head so it tilted up toward him. “What? You gonna threaten to kill me again? Or are you actually going to do it this time?”

“Do you want me to kill you?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Leon replied, reaching down to grasp the barrel of the gun. “But you seem pretty eager to do it.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Sasha hissed, pulling Leon toward him to attach their lips again, keeping a tight hold on his face. There was slight worry from both of them that someone could just walk out of the church at any second and figure out what was going on. But that was partially why it was so exciting.

They tussled as they kissed, Sasha trying to keep the upper hand, and Leon trying to obtain it. They kissed like they were fighting, Leon dropping out of Sasha’s arms to try and overpower him and pin him against the wall. As men of equal strength, this proved to be quite difficult. Leon would gain control, and Sasha would suddenly do something to throw him off and get it back. Eventually, though, a breathless and exhausted Leon finally shoved the other man up against the wall. He drove his forearm into his throat, much like Sasha had done to him earlier. The pistol somehow ended up in his hand, and he pressed it against Sasha’s head. The other man languidly lifted his arms up in surrender.

“The hell are you doing?”

“Bargaining,” Leon replied darkly.

“Bargaining?”

“That’s right.”

“How so?”

Leon licked the blood off his teeth, pushing down harder onto Sasha’s throat. “This is a truce.”

Sasha raised his eyebrows. “A truce?”

“A truce, dipshit. We do this and you let me go.”

“That’s the only reason?”

“That’s not the point. I’ll blow your brains out. Unlike you, I’m not afraid to do it.”

Sasha looked... impressed. He tried to struggle out, and Leon bashed the gun into the side of his head. Although Sasha was able to throw him off, Leon kicked him hard in the chest in retaliation. He collided with the wall and reached out to lean up against it for support. Leon didn’t let him. Instead, he grabbed both of his arms and threw him to the ground. He hit the cement hard with a grunt but didn’t try to get up. Leon planted the sole of his shoe in between Sasha’s shoulder blades, keeping his wrists bound tightly in his hand, resting the barrel of the gun on the back of Sasha’s head.

“I’ll give it to you, that was clever,” Sasha said through gritted teeth.

“What was clever?”

“That flirty little facade you had on.”

Leon glared. “You make me want to shoot you.”

“Now you know how I feel.” He knocked Leon off balance, flipping over and slamming him into the ground. He had a hand around his throat, clutching onto him as he wrestled the pistol out of his hand. A shot went off, and both of them froze, listening intently for any sound to see if they’d given their position away. When no sound came, Leon decked Sasha hard across the face.

“You fucking idiot!”

“Oh, I’m the idiot!?” He kicked the pistol out of Leon’s reach, blood dripping from his (now busted) lip onto the other man’s face.

“The only reason we’re in this mess in the first place is because you can’t keep it in your pants!”

Sasha pinned Leon’s wrists to the ground. Both of them were breathing heavily, not breaking their eye contact. It was like either one of them could become homicidal if they did.

“Is this what you’re going to do every time you’re mad at me?” Leon asked. “Homoerotically pin me against something and gaze into my eyes?”

Sasha just stared at him, brows furrowed hard over his dark eyes. Neither of them moved. Leon didn’t struggle. Nothing happened until Sasha spoke.

“Truce. Let’s get back inside—” He would’ve said more, had Leon not broken his wrists out of their confines and pulled him down into a kiss. It was unexpected, and Sasha nearly fell on top of him, propping himself up on his forearms by Leon’s head. This kiss was less of a hate kiss than earlier, but Leon still bit him and dug his nails into his skin.

They broke apart only to sit up, Leon grasping onto the front of Sasha’s jacket and slamming him back into the wall. The soles of their shoes scraped the floor as they scrambled to close the gap between them. Leon pushed his hand against Sasha’s shoulder, simultaneously holding him and preventing him from escaping. This time around, there was more eagerness, more hunger between them. Sasha dug his teeth into Leon’s neck, and Leon’s hands groped at the front of his jeans.

“You can’t say anything to anyone—” Sasha hissed, grabbing the back of Leon’s head and tearing his head to the side. When Leon grunted, Sasha attached his lips to the skin of his neck he’d worked to expose.

“Believe me, I won’t— JD might get jealous—” Leon joked in reply.

Sasha laughed at the joke. It was a little unexpected. He released his hair, hands gravitating toward the button of Leon’s jeans. He tore them open, wrestling to pull them down. Leon didn’t stop him. Instead, he took that as a cue to produce Sasha’s erect cock from the confines of his boxers. He squeezed it in his hand, and Sasha grunted, grabbing Leon around the throat.

“Don’t be a piece of shit.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You get on my fucking nerves.”

“I’ll be on more than your nerves in a second.” Leon purred back with a shit-eating grin that shut Sasha up faster than he’d like to admit.

They came together again, Leon gripping onto Sasha’s face with his free hand. He sat up on his knees, allowing his jeans and boxers to be lowered off his hips. The air was cold in stark contrast to his warm, throbbing hard-on, and he inhaled sharply into Sasha’s mouth. He was glad they were outside; the air around them was so hot and thick it was difficult to breathe.

He wrapped both of his arms around the other man’s neck, licking into his mouth as Sasha led the tip of himself to push against his entrance. He grinded it against him, the kiss trapping their heavy-breathed moans in their mouths.

“You think this’ll get you fired if they find out?” Sasha asked cheekily, grabbing Leon’s hips hard with one hand. He slammed him down, thrusting himself into the warmth of the man on top of him. This made Leon cry out, tossing his head back in relish and pain, the blood from his broken nose crusted above his upper lip. His grip on Sasha tightened, breaking skin and making him grunt.

“No—” Leon exhaled, leaning forward to rest his forehead on Sasha’s shoulder. He turned his head to look at him through his eyelashes, his voice sultry aside from the tenseness in it. “They pretty much let me do whatever I want.” His breath hitched as Sasha pushed deeper into him and he rolled his neck to the side, the ropes under his skin straining as he did. “You trying to hurt me?”

Sasha slid his hands over Leon’s hips, resting them on his lower back, sliding them under his shirt to feel his hot, feverish skin. He pushed him so he was leaning back, one of Leon’s arms moving to press into the ground and prop his weight up.

“Not necessarily,” he replied, pressing his mouth against the curve of the other man’s jaw. He bit down on the skin there, and Leon released a breathless, titillated moan.

“So be careful, asshole.” Leon shot back through his teeth, bunching the fabric of the shirt between Sasha’s shoulder blades into his fist to steady himself.

Sasha didn’t reply. Instead, he dug the pads of his fingers into the flesh of Leon’s lower back, rocking his hips up into him. The sensation was good, something he hadn’t experienced in a long time, and he groaned lowly, pushing his lips against the side of Leon’s head. His movements were welcomed, and he could feel the sharp pinch of Leon’s nails again, hoping partially that they would draw blood.

His thrusts were shallow, but went deep, and Leon gasped every time he moved. He threw his head back, his bloody lips parted to reveal his tightly gritted teeth. His biceps were flexed from the sensation, his grip tense and tight on the other man’s shoulders. He squeezed his thighs around his hips, pushing the toes of his boots hard against the floor. His eyes were closed, and he couldn’t open them even if he wanted to.

“Shocking that you’re not married already with what you’re packing.”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up.” Sasha muttered, his voice low and wispy. He dragged his nails down Leon’s back just to hurt him, listening to him hiss in pain and then exhale a deep, pleased moan. A feeling of hot arousal shocked the pit of his stomach in response to the noise, and he buried his face into the crook of Leon’s neck. He pushed his tongue against the other’s hammering pulse, dragging his teeth across it before biting down as hard as he could. It made Leon shout, but he freed one hand to cover his mouth and smother it. He didn’t mind that Leon shot him a dark, annoyed look, especially when he fucked it off of his face, ramming his hips up into him. He could feel his mouth twitching behind his hand in response to the new pace he set, but out of spite, he let nothing out.

Leon's harsh, quick breaths hit Sasha’s knuckles along with the quick, rough thrusts. He shut his eyes again, grabbing onto Sasha’s hair so hard he whispered a very annoyed “Ow!” But their annoyance with each other didn’t last long. Leon’s back hit the cement, and he pulled Sasha close to his chest, smothering trembling keens that would’ve otherwise been incredibly loud into the crook of his neck.

“You’re not so tough now, are you?” Sasha murmured gruffly into his ear. He tangled his fingers deep into his hair to yank him away from his neck. He kept him like that, ignoring the tension in the CIA agent’s neck and the look of discomfort that passed over him.

Leon licked his lips, stamping the sole of one of his boots against the wall. He went to speak, to defend himself, but Sasha pulled out and rammed back into him so hard that he had to bite down on his knuckle to silence himself. Remnants of the defiantly loud moan still made their way through, choking them out around his hand. He exhaled sharply.

“You think you’re so fucking slick—”

“We can go back inside. I’m not forcing you to do this with me.” He grinned, and Leon glared.

“Just keep going, fuckass.”

The two of them fell silent, Sasha pushing his forearms into the cement, ignoring the sting of the gravel and rocks below as he kept up the harsh pace of his hips. He was far enough away from Leon that he could still see his pleasure-ridden face, but close enough that the hot tip of his erect cock hit his stomach when they moved. Every time this happened, he watched Leon squirm, grinding his hips unconsciously and whining lowly in his throat. He adjusted his weight to one arm, freeing the other one, cupping his hand and spitting into it.

Curious, lust-glazed eyes cracked open to see what the hell Sasha was doing. But they suddenly blew open, shoulders arching back and back bowing when his dick was grabbed roughly in the other man’s spit-slicked hand. He let out a shuddering noise, instinctively bitch-slapping Sasha across the face. They both sat up, Sasha to catch Leon’s other hand and Leon to struggle. Instead of fighting, they kissed again, Leon moaning loudly into the other’s mouth, rutting into Sasha’s hand.

Sasha slammed him back onto the ground, partially knocking the air out of him as he moved his hips, the fast pace working in tandem with the motion of his wrist. Leon’s cock throbbed in the palm of his hand, feverish to the touch and leaking precum. It was lewd and it was lovely. Everything he did to it received a visceral reaction in return. It was beautiful to see him unravel like this after battling with his stupid, laid-back attitude all evening. He pressed down hard onto his red, hot tip, and Leon keened loudly, a shudder racking through his body. He swiped his tongue over his lips, the fingers on the hand Sasha was holding down clenching into a fist and unclenching like he was grasping at air. There was a sheen of sweat on the CIA agent’s forehead, beads occasionally dripping down the side of his face and into his hair.

“You’re not hard to please,” Sasha observed. “Are you?”

“Maybe not, but I’m going to kick your ass,” Leon groaned in reply, his thighs trembling around Sasha’s hips. His chest heaved as he pulled Sasha back to him so hard to kiss him that they collided. He cried out into Sasha’s mouth from the pain of his broken nose. But aside from that, he kissed him feverishly, like it would be the last thing he could ever do. His breathing was broken and awfully heavy, kissing him more with his tongue than with his lips. It was sloppy, bloody, and they drooled, but neither of them noticed, too wrapped up in the pleasure and the sounds they were making.

Hungrily, Sasha shifted his hips and hit something that made Leon’s arms go weak. Sasha smothered his mouth with both hands, pushing him back against the cement. He watched Leon’s eyes flutter and roll in interest, his face twitching erotically. When the concerningly loud spell passed, he moved his hands from the other’s mouth, leaving him gasping for air. He groped at the hem of Leon’s shirt, pushing it up to his collarbones to lean down and bruise up the flesh there. He bit down hard on one of Leon’s pecs, Leon pushing his hips up when he arched his back. Low, rough moans escaped him, and he relaxed his arms above his head.

“Keep going,” he pleaded, a soft "uhn!" noise leaving him. “Faster—please—”

Obeying, Sasha sped up the pace of his hand, matching his hips to the new pattern. It rocked Leon hard, dragging his back against the hard cement and forcing his moans to come out broken and unsteady. He pushed down hard on the tip of Leon’s cock, rubbing firm, slick circles against it while Leon keened, squirmed, and fought. He raked his hands through his hair, his arms shaking and no longer resting languidly by the sides of his head. He cried out something unintelligible that sounded like something offensive, getting cut off by the overwhelming pleasure of Sasha pounding into his prostate. Leon dug his nails into the concrete, sitting up to grab onto Sasha like he didn’t know what to do with what he was feeling.

“I’m going to beat the shit out of you,” he gasped out, Sasha leaning forward to give him a sloppy kiss before responding.

“Are all Americans this violent?”

He pulled Leon onto his lap, leaning back to hit the wall behind them, Leon planting his quivering hands against the cool stone. He let out unsteady moans, grinding down onto the man below him, reaching back to make sure Sasha’s dick stayed inside him. He squeezed his eyes shut, dropping his other hand down to dig his nails into Sasha’s neck, gripping him so hard that he punctured skin, getting a noise of pain in return. He apologized through groans, his body twitching hard. The sounds of skin on skin between them were horribly lewd and louder than either of them would’ve expected. But it was hard to focus on that when the pace was so quick that Leon was close to seeing stars.

Sasha bent down again, lifting Leon’s shirt back up to trace over his pecs with the tip of his tongue. Goosebumps broke out across Leon’s skin, and his breath hitched when Sasha bit down relatively hard on one of his nipples. He released it quickly, sparing no expense at marking Leon’s chest up with ugly, red hickeys. With his free hand, Sasha raked his hand over Leon’s body, groping his chest and making out with his skin. The treatment was getting feverish, quickened moans coming from Leon, his body quivering like he could barely control himself anymore.

He released Leon’s throbbing, leaking cock from his grasp, giving him a bit of reprieve before grabbing his hips tightly. He dug his fingers in, feeling the hardness of the bone under the soft, firm muscle, before slamming him down around him. He could feel him clench around the hardness of his erection, and he tossed his head back against the wall with a noiseless gasp, furrowing his brow heavily over his closed eyes. Leon was weak above him, close to going limp, hunched over and shaking. Whatever cool-guy attitude he had earlier had been fucked away, although he didn’t care enough to admit it.

With a heavy exhale from his nose, Sasha grabbed the back of Leon’s head, pulling him close enough that they could feel each other’s breath on their faces. “Gonna—” he swore, gripping Leon’s hair to steady himself. “Gonna come—”

Leon huffed out an exhausted laugh. “You’re balls deep inside me and you’re coming first. Sounds like you’re totally the tough guy here—” He yelped when Sasha snapped into him as hard as he could in retaliation, still laughing at him under his breath. Leon used a shaking, clammy hand to push his hair out of his eyes before continuing. “You better pull out or I’ll fucking kill you.”

Sasha didn’t respond except to say “Shut up,” grasping roughly onto Leon’s ass to pull him down farther onto him. Leon went weak again, reaching out to steady himself against the wall. The tangy smell of blood had finally gone away, Leon now too focused on the musky, dark smell of the man below him, his hair damp with sweat. He leaned forward to connect their lips once more, the feel of it more rushed and intimate this time, though it was more just moaning than it was anything else. He bit his lip hard enough to taste blood, reaching down with his free hand to jack himself off, his eyes screwing shut.

As he neared his climax, Sasha suddenly pulled out, leaving Leon gasping for breath and achingly empty. He didn’t have time to say "What the fuck?" like he wanted to before thick, warm ropes of come squirted out onto his stomach. He pulled back, glancing up at Sasha with a look of disbelief. “You got it on my shirt, you fucking asshole—”

He didn’t get to say anything else before Sasha grabbed him, forcing him to turn around and clamping one arm around his neck. His head was pinned to Sasha’s shoulder, and he grunted, not sure if this was an attempt to take him out while he was vulnerable or what. He struggled, but Sasha didn’t let him go, instead shoved three of his fingers deep into his mouth, the suddenness making him gag. He didn’t have a chance to ask what was happening before Sasha’s spit-slicked fingers were pushed deep into him, and he dug his nails hard into the sleeve of the other’s jacket. “You are so fucking dead,” he gasped out, pushing his head back farther against Sasha’s shoulder.

“You don’t ever just shut the fuck up, do you?”

“No, it’s—” He keened softly, grinding his twitchy hips back onto Sasha’s fingers. “—rare for me to shut up—”

They fell silent after that, the only sound between them slowly becoming Leon’s desperate, gruff moans and cries as Sasha pumped into him. He pushed the toes of his boots into the cement, his knees trembling harder the closer he got to finishing. Sasha’s grip on his throat was getting tighter the longer they sat there, the pressure against his adam’s apple sending warmth through his body, collecting in his quivering dick.

Sasha purred low encouragements beside his ear, nipping at the lobe and pushing his tongue against the curve of Leon’s jawbone. Messy kisses were pressed up against the hollow of his cheek, barely reaching his lips. Leon wasn’t focused enough to turn his head and reciprocate. His hand ached after a while of this, but Leon was squirming, boots slipping across the ground as he tried to keep a handle on himself. So, he kept going. Harder and faster, digging his teeth into the soft of Leon’s neck.

Leon’s midsection flexed, his shoulders trembling, and a loud keen of pleasure left him that Sasha smothered into his palm. With a twitch, Leon came, his eyes watery with lust and skin sweaty with exhaustion. He kept his hips going, and Sasha kept his fingers moving until Leon had gone limp in his arms and his cock was soft again.

Tenderly, Sasha brushed Leon’s sweaty hair out of his face, letting him sit there for a minute smelling like sex while he pulled out and rested his forearm against the wall. “You alright?”

“Yeah, good enough to shoot you in the face.”

“Oh, come on.”

Leon pushed away from him, using the inside of his shirt to wipe the white liquid off the inside of his thighs. He got to his feet, pulling his jeans and boxers up, tucking his shirt in to hide the massacre there before turning around. “Good thing you didn’t fuck me immobile.”

“Maybe I wanted to.”

“Maybe you should’ve. Would’ve really helped you tie me back up, huh?”

Sasha raised an eyebrow, tugging his own clothes back on and allowing Leon to help him up. “I thought we agreed on a truce?”

“Oh, so you were telling the truth?”

“You thought I wasn’t?”

Leon gave him a cheeky look over his shoulder before bending down to pick the pistol back up that Sasha had kicked away. He put the safety on and tucked the barrel into his pocket. “Does that mean I get my stuff back? Because it’s a little hard to rely on you for help when you’re too busy drooling over me with my hands bound behind my back. That is why you tied me up, isn't it? Because you thought I looked hot?”

Sasha stared back at him in bemusement. “You’re not funny.”

“But I’m fuckable. That’s just as good.” 

“Whatever. Let’s just get back inside before the rest of them start getting suspicious.” He held his hand out for the pistol. 

Leon rolled his eyes and produced it for him, slamming it into his hand. “They’re already suspicious and I’m sure they’ll all know what happened anyway by the look of us.” 

When he got an ugly glare in return, he shrugged. “Not my fault. You’re the one who got out of control.” 

Sasha grabbed him by the back of the head, shoving him in front of him toward the church door. “Just shut the fuck up and get inside.”