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Leon was happy to wait while Luis woke Ashley up and examined her, checking how she felt. When she was conscious enough to remember, she looked around for Leon. He waved at her from where he was sitting on the countertop.
“Leon? You take my place…”
“Don’t worry. It's taken care of.”
The lie came easily to him. Ashley relaxed, looking relieved.
“I hope it hurts less for you than it does for me...”
“Big girl like you? Bet you'll be running ahead in five minutes tops.”
Luis chuckled.
“Not likely, Sancho. Not everyone is a highly trained secret agent!”
“Special. A special agent.”
“Same difference!” Ashley snickered, trying to sit up. “Oh god. Everything hurts.”
Leon rolled his eyes and focused on his work. He was reassembling the last of his weapons after cleaning them. One by one, so that everything else would be ready in case of an intrusion; but for now, the lab was a safe place. He didn't sense any presence in the hallway. was even wondering if Saddler wasn't protecting them now that he was certain Leon was working in his best interests.
But he was much less important to Leon than Luis.
As Ashley suddenly let out a big yawn, Leon glanced at his watch and grimaced. They'd lost so much time it was nearly four in the morning. It seemed like an entire life had passed since he arrived the previous day. He didn't feel tired. He vaguely wondered if BOWs even slept, and how often, and put the question aside to ask Luis later.
He shot him a glance, noting his drawn features and the way his hands nervously rolled his pen as he would a cigarette. His face was ashen, and it wasn't the parasite.
“Let's get a few hours' sleep here,” he finally said, suppressing his own instinct to keep moving. “We won't get far in that state.”
“Dibs on the chair!” Ashley exclaimed immediately, rushing over to it.
“Suit yourself, señorita. I'll take my room at the back of the lab.”
“There's a room? Shit!”
“Language!” Leon retorted, standing up.
Just twenty-four hours ago, he would have cracked his joints as he moved after spending this much time in the same position. But his new body unfolded with powerful grace, without the slightest sound, ignoring gravity. Leon felt strong and incredibly healthy. He felt perfect just as he was, able to look completely human, but with all this energy at his disposal.
After barricading the room, he followed Luis to the far end of the laboratory, where a white door led to a tiny room that looked like a storage area converted into a bedroom. The foot of the bed almost touched a trestle desk, to the right of which the wall was covered with metal shelves full of documents.
“I've slept here more often than in the dorms,” Luis told him, pulling on the blanket to give it a shake. “It was closer to work... and more private. The bed isn't big, sorry. I can sleep somewhere else if you want to take it.”
“There's nowhere I'd rather sleep than with you,” Leon assured him fervently.
Luis let out a disillusioned sigh through his nose as he put the blanket back in place after dusting it off.
“I wish you could mean it.”
“You think las plagas is preventing me from expressing how I feel? I've never been more in tune with my body and mind than since I've been awakened. I went through my whole life ignoring myself. Now that all these feelings are my main focus, I finally know exactly what I'm doing.”
He wrapped his arms around Luis' chest from behind, carefully controlling his strength. All he wanted right now was to open up his body and let him inside. He wanted to have him entirely, and belong to him entirely. He reveled in the feeling of Luis relaxing against him. The Spaniard didn't hold his weight back at all, knowing full well that Leon would never lose his balance and that he could lean on him as much as he liked. God, what Leon wouldn't have given to feel him melt into him. For the warmth of his muscles and blood to mingle with his own in the most primitive of unions. How could anyone be satisfied with just skin-to-skin contact?
Luis had turned his head to bury his face in his arm.
“This is what I deserve,” he whispered. “I modified las plagas to make it into these powerful, hierarchy-driven versions, and in return they take what is most precious to me.” He buried his forehead into Leon's biceps. “I'm with you, Leon. In this place I doomed, in the arms of my creation. Take anything you want from me. I'm yours.”
He was saying exactly the right things to make Leon shiver, to make his plaga sing against his back and trigger the transformations the agent was doing his best to contain at his touch. His mouth stretched, the tips of his jaw caressing Luis' neck, trembling with the urge to bite. His skin was so soft and warm. It would part so easily for him.
“Don't say that,” Leon growled in his distorted voice.
“You wouldn't eat me earlier, eh? Don't blame me for trying something different now.”
“I could never hurt you.”
“I know,” Luis murmured, barely audible.
He raised a hand to touch Leon's mouth, outside then inside, not caring about the wetness. His fingers found his long tongue and ran along its irregularities, gently stroking. Leon was discovering a new erogenous zone. Luis' touch was liquid pleasure on the soft tissue there. He closed his eyes to better enjoy it. The organ was slowly swelling with the stimulation, large enough now to reach Luis' skin below his hair. The Spaniard gave a trembling sigh as the tip tenderly licked his neck.
“Your saliva has aphrodisiac properties.”
“I noticed,” Leon articulated as best he could with his mouth open, drifting in pleasure. “Why?”
“To reduce your victims to willing mush, as I'm becoming right now,” Luis breathed. “It's absorbed through my pores. It compels me to surrender to you in any way you want, overriding my survival instinct.”
His low voice and touch were making Leon harden against his ass. Trembling, he pulled his mouth from Luis' fingers and guided him onto the bed to lay him down. Only then did he notice that his tail had come out full length to support Luis' weight when he was leaning on him, but he didn't retract it. It felt securing, and he wanted his lover to see him in all his glorious nature.
He laid onto his burning body while Luis unbuttoned his own shirt to offer his chest to Leon's eager tongue. Leon barely had to bend down to run his slimy appendage over his torso, almost fully extended from arousal. Luis raised his hands to stroke it again, following the length of it upward, pressing his bare forearms on the sides. It was a very pleasurable sensation, heightened by the fact that Luis showed no disgust whatsoever at touching him in places that were typically repulsive. As for himself, he was beginning to find raw flesh and bodily fluids more than appealing.
“What do you feel in this predatory position?” Luis asked in a low voice, studying his face.
“Love above all else,” Leon confessed. “The Whole. The call. The desire to merge with you, body to body, not just on the surface. To... to open you up and absorb you. It's hard to describe. It's very intense. I've tried before and... nnh...”
Just thinking about it was enough to make Leon heat up, and he had to take a second to control himself. His waist was pressed to Luis', grinding against the erection he could feel through his jeans. The Spaniard's breathing was becoming ragged, his fingers curling around the huge tongue he was running over. It wasn't enough.
“The sensations are very strong,” he continued, “much stronger than a human's. Like I'm constantly high on aphrodisiac myself.”
His voice had become deep and hoarse, barely under control. Unable to hold back any longer, Luis let go of Leon's tongue to unzip his pants and free his stiff cock. His slimy fingers sent him moaning when they came in contact with the sensitive skin.
“Aaah... y-your saliva... on my...”
“Yeah?”
Leon lowered himself to enclose Luis' cock within his mouth. The Spaniard immediately clamped his mouth to stifle a moan. The twitching of his hips were making Leon's head spin. It felt so good, so warm. The cock contracting inside his face was the best thing he'd ever put in his mouth. He sucked it along his many cheeks, lovingly wrapping his tongue around it to slide along its length.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Luis' arms wrapped tightly around his face, but they weren't enough to muffle the moans from his sensitive ears. His hips bucked between Leon's hands. Having such an effect on him was worth the whole transformation in itself.
Then, as soon as he could control the sounds coming out of him, Luis grabbed Leon's arms to pull him up.
“Need... you...” he gasped.
“Inside?”
“No,” Luis protested with a small hysterical laugh. “Too raw.”
Leon snaked his arms behind his back, expanding them to better support him as he adjusted their position, removing his pants. Even if he hadn't already been comfortable in both roles, Leon would have done anything to pleasure Luis. The intensity of what he felt surpassed any romantic feeling. It was visceral, primal. He wanted him inside him. Like this, if they couldn't do more yet.
His tail tangled in Luis' legs as he lifted it to expose his own already dripping hole. He didn't even want to waste time with prepping, convinced he could take all of Luis at any point. He was quickly proven right.
He bent over the Spaniard, arms around his face, while his tail tightened around his legs. Their feverish eyes met as Leon lowered himself onto him. Luis parted his lips slightly without breaking eye contact. Leon's instinct took over at the sight. His tongue unfolded to push into his mouth, Luis welcoming it willingly this time as his hips rose to meet Leon's ass with a low moan. His eyes rolled back. He slowly thrust inside Leon as the tongue made its way down his increasingly relaxed throat. Leon could easily imagine the pleasure flooding his senses, the increased sensitivity, the euphoria blessedly drowning out all extraneous thoughts, leaving only violent, incoherent desire.
They were once again joined together, and this time Luis knew what he was doing. He willingly gave himself to the holy body. The fusion of their beings was nothing next to the communion of the two plagas singing in unison, which Luis perhaps felt subconsciously. As for Leon, he wholly welcomed the unconditional love the parasites offered through their influence, exalted, while his hips rhythmically lowered onto Luis'. He filled him deliciously, finding his rightful place in his body, warm and alive. He lost himself in pleasure, swept away by perfect sensations, until he felt Luis reach between them to find Leon's cock—before letting out a small sound that prompted Leon to withdraw his tongue to let him speak. Luis blinked his eyes open, his gaze wet and fiery, his matte skin dark and flushed with excitement.
“Mierda, cariño. You're huge. How did I take all of that earlier without tearing apart?”
Leon cupped his cheek and inserted a thumb between his soaked lips.
“You, of all people, know the power of las plagas...”
“...and the aphrodisiac it releases. But I didn't think... ahh!”
Leon had just bottomed out on him, and he let out a growl himself as he felt it finally brush his prostate.
“There! Again!”
“Turn around so I can finally do something for you, mi amor.”
Leon obeyed immediately, removing his T-shirt and rolling onto his stomach while Luis lay down on his back, already naked. It quickly became apparent that Leon's long tail was going to be a problem in this position. The Spaniard sat up between his legs, considering the matter.
“I'll retract it.”
“Wait! Let me try first.”
Leon stood still, shuddering with excitement. Luis wanted to see him like this, in his natural state. His hands were feeling around the circumference, trying to position his tail, sliding pleasantly along the ridges as he did so. He straightened it to hug it to his chest and pressed his hips to Leon's ass. The latter even realized he could hold the position with Luis' weight resting on it. He wrapped the other half of his tail over his shoulder, the tip around his sternum. It was perfect. It felt like he was holding him securely, stabilizing him, protecting him. And his hands on it were a nice bonus.
Instinctively, Leon bent his legs beneath him to get to the right height, and found himself with his butt in the air like a wild animal in heat—which was exactly the state he felt in.
Wasting no time, Luis entered him again.
They both let out the same sigh of pleasure as they came together once more. Luis began to move, as fast as Leon had but much deeper this time. When he found the right angle, Leon let out a strangled sound that Luis understood perfectly. He sped up at that angle, hitting his spot with every thrust as Leon melted under the intensity of the pleasure overwhelming him. He was one single nerve of burning ecstasy. Alone in his body, perhaps, but bathed in all those sensations he had denied himself for too long.
Luis' pace quickly grew erratic, more urgent. His short breaths turned into stifled moans. Leon let his own pleasure build simultaneously, the heat creeping between his thighs and into his tense tail, until finally, he felt Luis spill into him, hotter than his own mutated body, and let himself climax in turn. It was so easy to control that he wondered why he had never done it in the past. His whole midsection felt like it was melting as his mutated cock twitched and spurted thick cum on the blanket. It stuck to his damp belly when Leon slumped down.
Luis disentangled himself from Leon's tail so he could collapse onto his muscular back, out of breath, and it wrapped itself protectively around his thighs.
“Dios mío, Leon. You've ruined me forever. I don't know how I lived before I had this. Before I had you.”
“Well you're in luck, you'll never have to go without again. You said it yourself. You're mine.”
“Hmm. I can imagine worse ways to spend the rest of my life than here with you, in an ocean of limitless pleasure. I hope there's no tolerance.”
“Las plagas is too smart for that.”
“But it's now clear there's an addictive side to this I'm falling into. After only two times! How potent! It will be interesting to study.”
Leon would have preferred not to discern that fatalistic note in his voice, betraying the lack of self-preservation and will to live. He hated it. He didn't understand how it was still possible at this stage, when the immature plaga should have started to influence him and eliminate harmful behavior from his mind. He also didn't understand why it was developing so slowly, and began to wonder if Krauser had given him a slow strain of plaga like Ashley's... For what purpose? Was he now counting on Leon taking him back to the US? He was in for a disappointment.
Luis slid sideways off Leon before raising his head, intrigued. He ran his hand over the cracked surface between Leon's shoulder blades, and traced the rough ridges along his spine.
“What's that on your back? It wasn't there when I checked you after the suppressor.”
“You tell me…”
Leon gently eased the filaments from underneath his skin. They stretched out above them like a parody of bat wings devoid of membrane. A sharp claw curved at the end of each of the six thin limbs on each wing, which had been very useful when he'd gone after Ashley. He could use them as weapons or as extra legs to propel himself left and right at unnatural speed.
“Ah, dorsal myo-articulated vectors!” Luis immediately identified, appreciative. “Now I know exactly which strain you received, cariño. It’s a bit like a verdugo, but it figures why you remain so in control of yourself. It has little effect on cognitive functions. One of my finest achievements, if I do say so myself. You may even be able to resist a dominant if you practice.”
Luis gently stroked along one of Leon's most lethal weapons, again without the slightest fear. Seeing him so trusting filled his heart with gratitude and love. Leon kept still and loose, savoring the touch on the flesh exposed beneath chitinous shells protecting the top. He wondered how Luis' tongue would feel on it. Or his flesh if he plunged within his body. It would be hot and tight, the muscles tearing for his pleasure, pressing him from all sides.
Luis' voice pulled him out of his morbid fantasy.
“And well... You're the first host to survive implantation... All the other subjects suffered rapid failure. Mendez must have wanted to get rid of the remaining strains while dealing with the intruders... Luckily for us, it failed, and you succeeded. Oh, I'll have to come up with a name for your species! Maybe... vigía... or no, rather... custodio. Like a sacred guardian. Yes, that's the right name. You are a custodio.”
Leon repeated the name softly, trying to get the pronunciation right. Custodio. Before las plagas, he'd thought it dumb to give names to the different horrors he was slaughtering by the dozen, but now... yes, he saw it. The sense of belonging, of hierarchy, vital to the collective mind he now shared. First of his rank, he still fitted in seamlessly, embraced by the Whole. Saddler was going about it the wrong way, hungry for power and domination. Las plagas was not a weapon: it was a hive. And to give it freedom to evolve as it naturally should, Leon had to rid it of what was holding it back. The dominant plagas were an aberration, an artificial place at the top of what should be a healthy collective.
Saddler had to die, and his officers with him.