Despondency

It was as vile and dreary a night as any had been but Luis, Ashley and Leon had managed to find their way into a seemingly abandoned home along the countryside and was feeling lucky about the event. It was raining freezing cold hard rain one step away from sleet outside of their briefly ‘commandeered’ dwelling and flashes of lightening infrequently would join the loud thunder, giving them a quick view of the outside through the windows. So far there were no undead townsfolk trying to claw their way through the mildew stained windows and for that unusual good fortune they were all grateful.

After a slow and steady search of the home, his gun held close in his hands as he turned corners, Leon had declared it safe for them to move into one bedroom together for the night. He had just about tucked his President’s daughter into the unwashed sheets of the bed – the far side against the wall of course – and now he was working on lighting a fire in the fireplace. He was hunched over it in such a manner that as he struggled with dampened matches, Luis was given a pleasant view of his outstanding physique, stretching and flexing as he jabbed at impossible kindling.

Admittedly, he stunk of death, just like the rest of them and a sickening mixture of blood and sticky tar like mud had found its way across his clothing. Cuts and scratches covered his smooth bared forearms along with purple and black tinted bruises that ached simply to see. His dark blond hair was damp from the rain and drops of water continued to trickle down his handsome face, running over his lips, the motion causing him to wipe his face half-heartedly against a torn and blood-stained sleeve repeatedly. Still, even like this the other man thought he was beautiful.

He was growing visibly albeit silently frustrated as he worked on the fire, barely managing to do more than burn his fingers before a chill draft trickling through the wooden boards of the house would put out the flame. He gritted his teeth in frustration when the third match began to flutter and tried to light a torn page from the Bible that they had found left by the bed on fire with his trembling hands.Luis’ dark eyes quickly moved to where Ashley lay briefly to confirm that she had already fallen into a fitful sleep in the filthy bed.

Upon seeing that he slid from were he stood in the corner over to the CIA Agent, catching his attention with a quick tap to his arm and before he gestured down toward the slim packet in his hands. Leon handed him the last few matches with an expression that almost dared him to do it correctly when he himself could not. That expression quickly turned to one of gratitude however when he did. The warm amber flicker of the flame illuminated the room and when Luis saw that his friend’s shoulders were shaking he quietly reached out to rub them soothingly. He was chilled to the touch from the downpour; his skin not its usual near feverish warmth.

Leon moved closer into the touches with a sigh at first, the continued massage causing him to bite at his lips frequently as if he would normally have spoken at this moment. In a quick movement that caused Luis’ heart to race he leaned forward and kissed the other man, arms wrapping around the linen and brocade covered chest of the Spaniard. His lips were chapped and cracked from the sharp weather and as they kissed a tiny trickle of blood was shared between them; the action passionate enough to reopen a wound. Luis swallowed the warm coppery fluid and ran a hand tenderly over his comrade’s cool cheek.

There had been interest shared between them from the moment they had met and shared the experience of near death. With the realization of the likelihood of their survival becoming no greater now, courting was simply out of the question. Luis gently moved a hand down to run down the front of the American’s rough pants, holding it still there and watching his expression as he did so. He had expected a bit more in the form of protest than the fervent nod he received, then again, with that hairstyle…

Leon’s right hand quickly moved down to Luis’ dampened suede pants, cupping him and fondling him hungrily through the fabric while the other worked against his belt. He unfastened the pants with an expression of contemplation, letting his leather gloved hand move up and down Luis’ freed cock, stroking it in the manner he enjoyed himself. It didn’t take much effort for Luis to become aroused by the handling and he gently moved his hand in a much more leisurely pace against the outside of the agent’s pants.

Gentle almost sweet moans escaped from the blood specked lips and his eyes flickered shut intently for a brief moment. When they opened again he nodded downwards towards Luis’ manhood and licked a slow circle around his lips. Luis nodded eagerly, biting back his own sounds of pleasure when the American fell to his knees on the dusty wooden floor. Leon enthusiastically took the other man’s penis into his mouth, sucking at him with near wanton desire. Luis found his hand sought the dirty blond hair and he gripped at it, encouraging his friend onwards.

Leon’s mouth felt molten hot and silken and his genuinely excited motions made even the occasional accidental use of sharp teeth rapturous. In the flickering light Luis noted that saliva was trickling from the envoy’s luscious mouth and down his chin in slow lines. He was slightly sloppy with his motions but what he lacked in skill he made up for entirely with his obvious passion. The moments that passed while he caressed golden locks were blissful and Luis swallowed hard when the younger man pulled back and up.

He exhaled shakily however when he began to understand the reason for the withdrawal of the particular affection. Leon wiped his face against his shirtsleeve and then was holding him again; his breath hot against Luis’ neck as he whispered to him in a low voice. “I want you to fuck me.” He requested with all the tenderness of a knife. It wasn’t romantic in the least but then this wasn’t a romantic situation and he wasn’t exactly the precious and poetic type of hero. He was grim, bitter, flawed and intent for them to continue. Luis’ mind raced as he tried to responsibly decide the right move.

He didn’t have lubricant and he couldn’t think of anything to use in its place yet he wanted Leon and Leon wanted him. But was he thinking with the mind of a virgin? He might not have completely understood how painful intercourse would be without anything to ease the friction. Luis tried to calm his breath, finding it grew more difficult with sharp wanting nips being placed up and down against his throat. “Leon,” He whispered, rubbing at the perpetually tense shoulders before him as he spoke. “You know that this will hurt without anything to help ease. Yes, amigo?”

“Yeah,” Leon panted shortly as he pulled cracked and bruised lips away from the warm throat. The look in his grey eyes had changed but was hard to read in the dim light. Did it bother him they were unprepared; did it make him fearful or maybe arouse him further? Luis hoped for the latter, the last thing they needed as a layer to their relationship was more fear. “Do it anyway.” The agent prompted. Luis nodded, looking around the room for a good position briefly before his eyes met the bed. Ashley was still asleep beneath the rank covers; the whole adventure had been exhausting and frightening to the girl. He hoped that she would forgive if not understand them if she ever found out about this.

He nodded towards the bed in suggestion and they both quietly crept towards it, careful of loose floorboards. For a moment they both just watched the girl lying on the mattress, frightened they would wake her with their intentions. She turned over to face them and Leon felt his heart flutter in his chest. When her sparkling eyes didn’t flicker open however they decided to continue. Luis was the first to move by gently tugging at Leon’s waist till he bent over the bed; he knew to be careful with movements that could be considered force. Heedfully the agent placed his hands in front of him against the mattress; inhaling nervously at the low creak that the wires made when pressure was applied to them. Still the girl’s eyes never opened.

He could hear Luis sucking on the fingers of one hand in the silence of the room and he felt himself shudder as the other hand pulled his pants down the while. He was letting this handsome native sodomize him in front of the President’s daughter, if she woke up the best he could hope for was disgust. Cold fingers hooked into the top of his underpants then and slowly worked them down to his thighs. Ashley sighed softly in her sleep; Leon doubted he ever would see respect on her sweet face again if she could see him now but he found that his need was overpowering to his logic. As gentle as was possible Luis pushed a finger into him.

The response to his intrusion was more positive than expected but Luis still ran a hand sympathetically against his spine when he added the second finger. That was more uncomfortable than anything else and Leon pressed his hand to his mouth, biting at the thick leather of his glove as Luis carefully worked his fingers in and out. He still wanted them to fuck even with the dawning realization of how painful it would be; just for a little while he wanted to feel complete. Luis twisted the fingers and scissored them to stretch the younger man though he gained pained noises in his partner’s throat instead of the gasps and moans that he was so used to being returned with.

Luis was entirely displeased with the lack of lubrication; under no normal situation would he have let this continue when there was any chance of undue pain. He wanted his lovers to be in sheer ecstasy, not trembling from shame or any other upset. Circumstances would not allow for his usual romantic liaison with this lover but he did his very best to try to encourage him to relax so that their love making wouldn’t be as painful. He pet at the slowly drying hair soothingly and leaned down to whisper sweet nothing at the man below him. He praised his valiant looks and his heroics while tenderly promising admiration and no loss of respect from their actions.

Upon hearing only a disgruntled groan in response he kissed the back of the other’s neck; nuzzling his cheek against the bare patch of skin there as if in apology. He spat into his hand then, running the saliva up and down his penis as makeshift lubricant and gradually replacing his fingers with the start of it. Leon pressed his face deeply into the disgusting bedding; muffling what sounded to be a hard scream as Luis slowly pushed into him. His knuckles were white against the dirty grey of the blankets and small sobs followed his initial outburst.

Slowly his cries died down, helped by the warm embrace of his friend and the continued tender praise. None of the words were ‘Love’ but that was okay, that would have complicated this even worse than Leon’s trembling shaking the mattress was doing. Before he could continue Luis quickly checked Ashley, worried that the noises should have shocked her awake. Though she groaned softly in her sleep she hadn’t seemed to have stirred and so he began to thrust; slowly at first, allowing Leon to better grow accustomed to the feeling. One hand still gripping at the American operative’s hip, he reached forward to take his trembling right hand, lacing their fingers together.

He thought it was possible that Leon was honestly crying from the shake of his shoulders and the way his sounds had now grown breezy against the bed. He leaned closer then; pausing his thrusts to whisper a question to him but trying to phrase it carefully so as not to offend his friend. “Leon,” He started, “Leon, do you want me to stop?” His answer was only a quick and proud shake of the other’s head, still buried in the crook of his arm and against the blankets. Luis swallowed and gripped his hand attentively; he knew that Leon was stubborn so he offered another out. “Do you want to keep going?”

This time the response was a brief nod, he still wanted this, because even just for a night he needed something that wasn’t death. This felt alive to him and through the ache and physical distress he could feel Luis’ compassion. The Spaniard waited several breaths before he thrust again; keeping his rhythm slow and controlled despite the bursts of pleasure that washed over him. After several minutes of the ministrations, Leon began to squirm forward, slowly at first and then almost desperately to get contact with the edge of the bed. He was enjoying the experience enough to want release and Luis found he was relieved. He let his hand move from Leon’s narrow hip downwards to stroke him, slowly and sensually.

Leon with his usual gung-ho nature would have none of that and he thrust back and forth, starting a rhythm that burned him even as much he found it gratifying. With the ebbing of the storm outside they could hear their own pants and moans growing louder along with the unfortunate squeaking of the old mattress. Luis quickened the motions of his hand when he began to see short bursts of black, securing his friend’s gasps and soon near growls. Sooner than expected given the circumstances they came, muffling their sounds of pleasure as well as they could. The sensation and thought of Luis’ climax had pushed Leon over into his own orgasm and he bit the bedding hard as it struck.

For several moments they both lay in the very same position, feeling the most open and accepted either could recall in their most recent past. Luis was the first to move, slowly and carefully pulling out of Leon as he held his hand still. He still cradled him like that for some time, pressed against his back and listening to his calmed breathing. Finally when the position was beginning to cause a cramp in his arm he guided his lover up to the middle of the bed, following after him. He quietly cleaned them both off with the edge of the sheet and refastened his own pants.

Leon was giving way to his exhaustion beside him so he wrapped an arm around the other man’s waist, reaching down to right his pants correctly for him. After all of this, the last thing he would want was to unknowingly expose himself to the First Daughter in the morning. The small fire was dying down around them, offering little heat now though it still cast off a flickering amber glow. As it trickled down to nothing Luis noticed that Ashley’s usually pale cheeks were flushed a rosy shade and her eyelashes were fluttering ever so softly against her cheeks. He had a feeling that if he were to judge by the trembling shake of her lips they had been forgiven.