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Tuco remembers vividly meeting Ignacio for the first time.
They are about the same age, but Nacho has the shine around him that immediately makes people adore and respect him. He has the perception and wisdom of an old man, but behaves just as mischievous as any other kid.
Nacho is so very special, that even Tuco, flesh and blood of Salamanca, immediately falls to his charm.
But! There is always a steady presence behind Ignacio's back. Tiny, meek, shy, cowardly. Eyes as wide as saucers, lips always quivering, shoulders slumped. A disgrace. An absolute loser... and Tuco feels like there are thorns growing around his heart at the immediate need to protect.
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Their dynamic barely changes as they grow up. Nacho is their brain, Tuco is their muscle...and Mingo, Mingo is just there, hiding behind their backs, still as confident as a bag of hamsters.
Primo Eduardo, the asshole as he is, immediately calls out his "distaste" in their companion, comparing Domingo to a pretty princess, Ignacio to a brave knight and Tuco to an ugly jealous dragon, who wants the princess to himself.
Tuco helps loudly and launches himself onto the offending relative, only to be immediately flung into the pool and go to the bottom, thinking that Eduardo is right.
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It helps to go the distance. Running business, being big boss, deciding what to do. Having gold watches, fastest cars and prettiest girls by his side. Living a life of crime with no punishment. And, the best thing, having Ignacio at his beck and call, finally having upper hand, feeling control.
It's nothing but an illusion, of course, since even swimming in shit, Ignacio still comes out as clean and regal as before. But Tuco, at least after few rounds of Devil's lettuce, seems to forget it and ride his high, feeling like the king of the world.
And then Domingo goes and joins their team.
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Tuco is entrapped. He hides his tumultuous feelings behind the scowl, waiting for Ignacio to be his loyal dog, judge and executioner. He hides his bleeding heart under the layers of silk and gold, eyes trained on the door, ears humming to the rhythm of the fan... everything goes, so he can forget about Domingo being beaten up.
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He can't.
He relents.
He goes to Domingo. Crawls basically. Heart yearning for forgiveness.
He comes just in time. Well, he organizes it so, sending Nacho away for some nonsensical overnight action to give himself some time.
El Dragón is back. Jacket flapping like wings, determination in his eyes like fire, claws ready to rip his way in.
Domingo flinches. Pitiful. Beautiful. Hair sticking to his wet skin, eyes reddened, face swollen and covered in bruises.
Tuco wants to kiss his pain away. Domingo, probably, wants him get lost.
Thorns around his heart return, pull his dragon-self back inside, lock him in before Tuco has a chance doing the greatest mistake and tarnishing the Salamanca-name with his reckless action.
But then Domingo is in his space. Holding him back as Tuco wants to go. Their wordless communication speaking tomes. Mingo taking the hand that beats and pressing soft kiss onto the knuckles, nuzzling into the palm, licking over the quickened pulse, eyes wide and sparkling with tears.
El Dragón roars, breaks out of his thorny cage, sets everything on fire.
Domingo, his beautiful maiden, urging his Beast, falling to his knees and looking up with silent expectation and bruised cheek pressed to Tuco's thigh.
He looks so good with mouth stuffed full, humming deep in his throat, panting and huffing, and moaning Tuco's name. Taking the lead and pushing him onto the world's most expensive and yet so uncomfortable chair, crawling onto Tuco's lap and pressing him inside.
Domingo is a succubus, riding him like a wild stallion, biting his lips, sucking on his skin until it bruises, backhanding Tuco at the first sight of self-doubt, pushing deeper, harder, more. His huge eyes looking at Tuco and Tuco only, until they suddenly roll back and Domingo almost falls backwards with mouth open in silent scream, cumming all over Tuco's chest, blindly grabbing his shirt and drawing him impossible close into his own body.
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They don't talk. Just sit there silently. Tuco's dick still pressed deep inside. Domingo reclining a bit to give them space and tracing the outline on his stomach. It is the most deranged and sexiest thing Tuco ever saw in his life.
He twitches and Domingo laughs, standing up and finally letting him go. At least for the moment, as he backs onto the table and spreads himself like a buffet, the world's most exclusive meal for Tuco to devour, letting him dive right in.
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Tuco thinks about that in his solitary cell. Domingo's eyes, Domingo's lips, Domingo's body around him. The parting gift before the long journey.
He can't wait and reclaim his treasure. The dragon inside rises his head and falls back asleep, thinking about the next time.