#1 nacho lover

Domingo.

The boy who had been his best friend, his ride-or-die, since that very first day of kindergarten. The boy who he shared crayons, toys and memories with. The man who he now shares love with.

Domingo. He's the reason Nacho's in this position, on his knees, licking the boots of Lalo, his boss and cartel don. It's stupid, it's embarassing, it's downright demeaning, the things he would do for Domingo.

He hates the way he always has to look out for him. A puppy among wolves, that's what he is. Unable to defend himself against the big, bad ones like Eduardo Salamanca.

And so that's how Nacho finds himself cleaning the don's boots with his tongue, begrudgingly dragging it up and down the dirty leather. He can taste blood in his mouth, and he doesn't want to think about who's it might be.

Domingo, quite unknowingly, is being held at gunpoint. His life is being threatened, and for what? So Nacho can degrade himself to this? It's ridiculous, he thinks, that Lalo would go to these lengths. Nacho would probably do it if he was the one at the firing end of a gun.

Nevertheless, he's on his knees, glaring up at Lalo, smug and grinning with a devilish glint shining his eyes, and cleaning those boots like his life depends on it. And it does, in some ways. For who is he without Domingo?

"Going to go any faster than that?" He doesn't need to look at Lalo's face to see the leering grin surely spread across it. He nudges his boot into Nacho's teeth.

Furiously, Nacho speeds up, pushing his tongue harder and faster against the stupid blue loafers he had come to hate. He glowers into the spit-slick leather, no longer daring to even look at Lalo wrong in fear of what might happen.

It felt stupid now, dedicating all his worry and devotion to his father, when it was obvious Lalo would never go for him, not as long as he still believed that "la familia es todo", not as long as he still believed himself respectable enough to not threaten Manuel. So, of course he would turn to the next best thing; Domingo. Not technically family, but close enough to spark real fear and obedience into Nacho.

Despite his wishful thinking, he can't tun back time, no matter how hard he prays. He's just stuck like this, Lalo's lackee, Lalo's plaything, maybe even Lalo's fucktoy, until the day him and Domingo can escape, run away to someplace far and safe, away from all of this.