𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎

Cute.

And incredibly beautiful. Does Leon even know? Sometime sit seems like the blond denies any attractiveness about him, he is selling himself short, walling up, hiding behind. But Luis had never stepped back – he had always pulled the other into a teasing dance about it.

Oh, and he would do the same right now. After all, that whine was too much of an invitation.

Luis leans closer, his hands staying where they are, wrapped around Leon’s wrists, holding them against the wall. A soft flexing and tightening around them, playing with him.

But Luis only wants to whisper into Leon’s ear. He is rolling his tongue, purring out the consonants and lulling the vocals, as he switches to Leon’s native tongue.

Leon's breath hitches as Luis adjusts his hold on him. He's only touching his wrists but it's the audacious power move of pinning him at all, it's exciting, it tickles at a conflicting desire to take back control and to surrender himself. He would do so willingly. But that hold would suggest it isn't a question, it's a demand.

And he likes it.

His body shivers in reaction to Luis purring to him. He's complimented and he's challenged. He wants to look into Luis' eyes to silently plead with him, but Luis speaks into his ear, hot breath ghosting over him. His lips part as he arches to seek out Luis' warm body. He's shamelessly trying to press into him. Siren, indeed.

“I… am not sure? Oye, I just came to inspect this moon. It does something with the Petrova band of this sun. I was hoping to find answers… instead I found your distress signal. Of course I had to help.”

And fuck his own resources in the same vein, but Luis doesn’t mention that. It would be okay. He could start a second mission… with new preparations, making new equipment. Hopefully it would still be enough. The rescue mission had drained a lot of the fuel… more than Luis had calculated.

Surely it had to do with the secrets of this strange moon.

Luis smiles at the other man, who slowly but surely starts looking more human again. He washes himself off, toeing the torn clothes towards the waste system. And then holding out a towel and some of his own clothes to the other.

Leon narrows his eyes on Luis. He... wasn't even sent to pull them out? Wasn't aware of their mission? Somehow, in the vastness of the universe, he observed the same anomaly that the scientists on Earth deemed important enough to plunge several convicted agents into an ocean of blood with the promise of freedom, and thought he would simply check it out.

".......... you're insane." He whispers between them. He looks away and has to fight an urge to hiss between his teeth when a fine spray of antiseptic mists over them from the walls. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Everything hurts and he has to ball his hands to fists and flex out his fingers to focus on something else through the lingering bolts of pain.

Exhaling a long and controlled breath he grabs the towel brusquely and begins to dry himself off. The material is lightly stained with blood. This time it's all his own, the aftermath of all his beaten body has been through. He swallows back a nauseating feelings and while it looks like he ignores Luis, he does try to listen along.

The mention of teeth makes Leon whip his head around. That wasn't in his head...? That... monster... his lips purse into a thin line and he begins to clothe himself in Luis' offered clothing. It's a little tight across his chest and his arms but he doesn't comment on it.

“Okay…”, Luis utters and makes a small motion as if to calm a wild animal. Then he gets up, fills another bucket of warm water to set it down next to the stranger.

The hosing down happens – but gentler than it is demanded. Luis isn’t hosing down some cattle or whatever… he dissipates the water with his thumb to a fine spray. And he is mindful of all the parts that look hurt.

Which… seems to be the entire man.

“Dios mio… what happened to you? You look as if you have been thrown around for hours. And the blisters… is that really from the… the stuff?”

Luis looks at his own hands. The bits that had bene on him when he had washed the other were long gone again. Did his skin itch a little? Maybe. He was decontaminating himself anyway, too. It was standard protocol.

Leon lowers his head. He does not care how harshly the stranger will have to treat him, just as long as the blood is washed away. Though colour him surprised when the spray of water doesn't have any teeth. He looks — the pressure is diluted by the man's thumb.

Luis had to be real. Not even his own mind would conjure up someone so... frustratingly nice. In the depths when his mind began to warp, even the kind voice through his radio had been harsh and emotionally charged.

"........... .......... .......... I was thrown around for hours." Leon dryly offers. His gaze shifts over his arms. The blistering seems worse there. He thought he had scales. Thought he was becoming a monster. Being starved of oxygen took him to an alternate world. "Yes."

The blood.

It was almost an exact replica of human blood. He doesn't dare speak that part out loud, not when he questions his own sanity. What really happened down there...?

🔥 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 -

I absolutely looooove the "P.roject H.ail M.ary" movie and got the book, too. Watched it 3 times this past week. New comfort movie. And luckily @leonkennedy9642 indulges my current obsession with yeeting Luis and Leon into that situation, because of course I had to. Luis as a scientist, Leon as a pilot, together they'd make one whole R.yland G.race.

There he was. He could talk! But he was endlessly confused. Luis makes the conscious decision to move slow. First, he remains crouched next to the man. He looks… horrible. Smells the part, too. Blood. It smells irony like blood. But that couldn’t be… all blood, right?

Tilting his head like a curious fox, Luis smiled vaguely.

Careful.

“You are on my ship. We are orbiting the moon I found you on. My name is Luis.”, he repeats, nodding along those words to underline them. Though then he seems to cringe a little, shoulders sagging, as he understands.

“Ada…? I… I am afraid you were alone when we found you. I searched those waters for other close by signals and life… but your heartbeat was the only one. I am sorry…”

To lose his crew. That is painful. Luis knows that pain all too well. He had woken up alone, too.

Again, Luis moves closer – though instead of reaching for the man’s face, this time, he takes one of his hands and begins to clean off the coagulated mess there. Hesitating with a pained expression, when he saw the blisters on the skin. But then Luis continued even more careful.

Leon doesn't verbally respond, but his mind clings to each new crumb of information. Ship. Orbiting. Spacecraft, explains why it's so smooth. Luis. He wants to believe. With each draw of oxygen rich breath, he dares to think this could be something real.

Then comes the gut-wrenching truth. If it is real, if he isn't dying on the bloodied floor of his submarine with a depleted tank of oxygen, Ada's submarine truly hadn't made it. That broadcast. Those screams. Hers, and the metal. It really happened?

He lowers his head. Almost pulls his hand back — Luis didn't heed his warning. It's bad. Don't touch it. He watches the man risk his own skin, literally, mopping up a mess that's not his own.

"... I killed something... it was down there, alive. I... just wanted to save her..." but what if he killed their only hope? Stupid. He was fucking stupid. It could have been the one thing that could fight back against the astrophage and he butchered it.

Still, the way Leon said it made him grin.

"You’re a bit loco, my friend."

At the same time, Luis could hardly wait to send their message to the others.

The pilot’s gentler words made the scientist look up briefly and blink in surprise. They even made him tilt his head to the side and offer Leon a puzzled smile, a few dark curls falling across his face.

"Oye, I think your reaction was actually much more normal than mine... I guess. Didn't you listen to the AI ​​when you woke up? Confusion, drowsiness, shock - or grief and overwhelm - were practically predicted. I... I just skipped all that, I suppose."

Luis simply shrugged before finally reaching for the xenon container to fill it.

The small solar system - now featuring the Sun and Earth - was placed back inside, carefully and gently folded. On the other side, Luis inserted their version of the Petrova band. To be honest, his model was much... simpler and uglier than the wonderfully intricate xenon one, but he wanted to send the message now rather than in ten days. It was slightly smaller than the one they had received. That allowed Luis to fit in two other small things: a tiny model of a hydrogen atom and two equally tiny human figures - basically wire stick figures. But perhaps it was enough to make the message understood.

He held the container up proudly, showing it to Leon.

Leon exhales with a dip of his head. A bit loco...? Yeah. That sounds right. He had always been a bit of an adrenaline junkie, chasing those natural highs. It makes him a perfect candidate for piloting such a high-stakes mission. He didn't lose his nerve under pressure. If anything, he seemed to perform better.

He struggles to look back up to Luis when he speaks. He thinks he's being nice. There's a feeling of familiarity. He remembers the other man. Back on Earth... it was more than the standard mission preparation. He's pretty sure they were friends, or at least friendly. There's a hesitant smile on his lips.

"Roger that." It's almost like muscle memory now. Return to the cockpit. Disengage the centrifuge. Grab Luis like a cat being scruffed. Navigate in zero gravity. It still takes him some getting used to, suiting up. He was the back-up to their back-up, he didn't receive the same amount of training or have the same skills as Marvin but his crash course is better than nothing.

Leon takes the container, carefully, and silently psyches himself up in the compression chamber. This time he doesn't take a running leap into the vacuum of space. He lines up his throw and tosses the container as hard as he can. It... is pretty good, actually. He gives Luis a thumbs up and after a patient wait, he's drifting back into the ship.

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