#cod alejandro

Alejandro Vargas

Dampness sticks to your skin. Moisture blooms on the aged concrete walls. Distantly, you hear water dripping, slow and steady like a leaky faucet.

“It’s not much,” comes Alejandro’s voice as he enters the small room. “But you’re safe here.”

Here is a hole in the ground, just a rotten board covering a metal door in the earth, and a ladder leading to semi-darkness. The safe house Alejandro brought you to is completely remote, a sanctuary from the fallout following the assassination of the leader of the region’s cartel. A murder you helped execute with your red-painted lips.

Small and cramped, the lone room in the underground safehouse is sparse. There’s a worn mattress on a metal frame with a few blankets piled in the middle. In the corner is a faded wood bookcase minus a shelf and smelling of rot.

It’s only a few days.

Alejandro coughs, your gaze shifting from the bookcase to him.

“They don’t know it’s me?” you ask, voice cracking.

Alejandro’s mouth twitches. “Have a shower.” He jerks his head to the right. “Through that door.”

Frowning, you step forward. Alejandro shifts back as you peer out in the short hall. There’s a ladder, and two doors, one of which stands open. From it, you can just make out the edge of a cracked sink.

“Down here?”

Alejandro inclines his head. “Runs on a hand pump. Water won’t be warm. But it’ll do the job.” He reaches out, almost absently, lightly cradling your check. Gaze roaming, your savior frowns. “You’ll want the blood off you.”

Clarity comes, your arm rising, hand pressing to the front of your dress. It crackles and crunches, thick and hardened with blood. Not yours, but of the man that kept you, showed you off when his wife and kids weren’t around. Men with power love to parade their pretty things. Now, he’s composed of rotting flesh and splattered brain matter.

Alejandro’s hand drops to your elbow, “I’ll find you some clean clothes.”

Robotically nodding, you shuffle toward the bathroom. There’s a toilet, the cracked sink with a matching cracked mirror, and shower that’s just a off-pale green curtain, a showerhead, and a drain in the floor.

You don’t shut the door, stripping in full view, turning the crank in the wall. Behind the wall, a pipe rattles, and then clear cold water bursts from the showerhead. It pebbles your nipples, brings a shiver to your skin, but it’s washing away the blood, softening it until is runs down your body and circles the drain.

“I’ve brought—”

Alejandro’s voice falters. You glance over your shoulder, finding him standing in the doorway, gaze averted from your naked body. Too focused on removing the blood, you never shut the curtain.

He clears his throat. “Found a towel. Clean clothes.” Failing, Alejandro’s gaze shifts to your body, works his way up until he meets your eyes. Your savior glances away again. “Have a few storage boxes,” he explains, as if you wanted to know where he found them. “Smell a bit musty.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, reaching for the offered towel as the water sputters out.

Alejandro walks in, bringing the towel closer. He stands there, stoic and observing, watching as you dry yourself and dress. The clothes don’t fit, too large, but it’ll do. It’s better than the blood.

“I’ll take the floor,” says Alejandro, backing away.

“No,” you say quickly, darting forward without thought, grasping Alejandro’s wrist.

He’s surprised as you, lips parting slightly as he takes you in. This isn’t a man you’ve just met. For months, Alejandro sought you out, stalking your every step, emerging from the shadows when prying eyes were absent. Always flirting, always insisting, negotiating to the point of exasperation. Fear came first, for your life and his, but you were never caught, not even gossiped about.

His favored would never. Not the gorgeous thing that sat in his lap. That spent more time with him than his wife and kids. That never had a choice to begin with because you don’t say no when a drug kingpin offers to pay for your abuela’s cancer treatment in exchange for being his mistress. The monster that paraded you in front of his men, fucked you in front of them, enjoyed coming inside you without birth control but never liked when you ended up pregnant. Those always had to go away. Can’t have bastard children running around.

Alejandro whispers your name the same way he did when he dragged you from the slaughterhouse. Bullets flew. Blood sprayed. You, curled up on the ground, crying. And then Alejandro, wrapping his arms around you, lifting you up and away.

“I don’t bite,” you smile.

Alejandro chuckles, the corner of his mouth quirking. “That’s a shame.”

Your stomach flips, squeezes. This is the Alejandro who pursued you, gained your trust, and helped you escape. The one who flirted with you, the man you eagerly awaited until his next appearance. Alone with him, hidden in this bunker, you’ve never felt safer.

“Alejandro,” you murmur, breathy and soft.

You place your hands on his chest, the rough fabric of his uniform scratching against your skin. Pressing in, you keep your gaze low and demure, focusing on a small strap near your right hand, toying with it but not loosening.

“We shouldn’t,” he rasps, needy.

His tone goes straight to your pussy. After meeting Alejandro, you thought of him during sex, picturing him over you, his hands on your body. It’s the only way you could show desire or orgasm, pretend that you were even remotely interested in the man paying for your abuela’s cancer treatment.

“But you want to,” you say, tugging on the strap. “And I want to.”

Let you choose this for yourself. Have some control for once.

Temptation is easy. Alejandro needs no more convincing.

He grasps the back of your neck, banishing separation. One arm snakes around your back, and your hands slide up to lock behind him. Months of tension evaporate in a second, morphing into desperation. Fresh clothes forgotten, Alejandro yanks them off you, baring your body. He drops to his knees, kissing your stomach and hips, spreading your thighs with his hand, placing kisses there, too, only to part your pussy with his fingers and give your clit a little lick.

Eyes rolling back, you fist his hair, hips arching upward into his mouth. Alejandro’s hands grasp your ass. The world tilts and you’re on your back, the worn mattress beneath you, and Alejandro’s head buried between your thighs.

Toes curling, everything in you sharpens. A hard swirl of his tongue and you’re already falling apart, choking out a sob. Years of faking it and the real thing slams you into the floor, crushing you under its fist.

“Wanted to be here forever,” groans Alejandro, lightly biting your inner thigh. He turns his head, bites the other, licks a slow line up your pussy. “Worth the fucking wait.”

Alejandro pushes up and over you, pinning you to the bed. Your mouths connect, tasting yourself and the faintest hint of cigarette smoke. Still in uniform, Alejandro is ceaseless, starved for your kisses, claiming you like he’s always owned you.

You spread your legs wider, reaching between your bodies. A large bulge meets your palm. Alejandro’s hips flex, rubbing his erection against your hand. Hunger chews beneath your skin in urgent need, wanting out, wanting Alejandro in. In similar desire, Alejandro places his hand over yours briefly before yanking at his zipper and button.

“Keep the uniform on,” you gasp, helping in easing his pants open, to admire the way his cock slides out, bouncing slightly as it’s released.

A haggard groan leaves his lips, dripping like honey as you explore him. He’s heavy and thick in your hand, warm and throbbing. Your legs fall wider, heels hooking behind his thighs to guide him forward. Alejandro’s forehead dips to rest against your own, his gaze glued to your face, watching every little movement, every expression.

You guide him in, heels digging, urging him deeper.

“I was always there,” he rasps, rocking his hips slowly, his cock slowly dragging in and out of your pussy. “Never alone.” His thrusts slowly increase. “You were never alone.”

The next thrust is hard. You gasp, lips parting. Alejandro smiles, cheeky and soft, still gazing into your eyes as you come undone.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Rudy’s heart is a bent branch close to snapping.

On the other side of the bed, the only bed, you unclip straps, removing gun holster and knives until you’re down to just your clothes. Rudy does the same but his fingers are sweaty, his gaze busy watching your slow removal, as if he’s not in the room at all.

He clears his throat, and you turn. “I can sleep in the chair,” he says flatly because it’s the only restraint he has.

You glance at the off-red armchair in the corner. “The cuck chair?”

“There’s only one bed.”

You arch an eyebrow. “That a problem?”

“Don’t start,” he breathes, removing his gun, checking the safety. If he unloads and loads and unloads it’ll keep him busy and not looking at you.

“Rudy.”

“Sergeant Major,” he corrects.

There needs to be distance. Alejandro did this on purpose, shoved the two of you together because he keeps asking why the two of you aren’t a thing anymore.

“Sergeant Major,” you repeat, softly, enunciating. Rudy surrenders, looking your way, only to find you topless, breasts on display. “My apologies.”

He glances away quickly, the back of his neck flaming. “How’s Rose?”

“Rose?” you snort. In his peripheral, you bend, removing your pants. You’re not wearing underwear. “On first name basis now?”

Rudy inhales sharply, exhaling slowly. “Your mother. How is she?”

“She asks about you. Wants to know why I’m not bringing that handsome man around anymore. She thinks I did something to run you off.” Rudy remains silent. “Did I?”

“No,” he finally says, removing his jacket and then his shirt.

You’re completely naked now and on display, not caring to cover yourself up. Rudy can’t help it, his dick is hard and throbbing, his mind racing toward old memories of you begging for him to fuck you.

“You shower first,” he grunts, undoing his belt buckle.

“There’s room for two.”

Rudy curses and turns on you, ready to swat the idea aside. Words escape him, leaving him stranded and staring, lips parting as he takes in the full view of you, and how you saunter closer.

Reaching for his buckle, you slide the belt from of the loops, dropping it the floor. “Or we can go to bed. Shower in the morning.”

Absently, he drags his fingers over your shoulder and down your arm, trailing back up to rest his hand between your breasts. Your heartbeat upticks, chest heaving slightly with anticipation. The feeling grows. Become bright and hot and red.

Grasping the backs of your thighs, Rudy lifts and dumps you onto the bed, following after. Pinning one leg to the bed with his hand, he lifts the other, locking it against him, your foot in the air. Rudy doesn’t need to touch to know how wet you are.

“How long were you thinking about me?” he growls, control slipping.

You fist the sheets, tilting your hips to give him better access. “The whole time,” you admit.

Rudy shouldn’t, but he does.

You welcome him without resistance. There’s no softness in him, only carnal need. He thrusts, your body bouncing but unable to go anywhere. His hold is powerful, vice-like. Rudy needs to fuck you, hard.

Head falling back, you moan, the end strangled as your pussy squeezes him. Rudy releases your thigh to palm one breast, teasing the nipple between his fingers.

“Tell your mamá she’ll see that handsome man again.”

Your lips form the start of words. Rudy silences them, crushes it into dust in the air. He brings your legs together, turning you onto your side. Bracing himself with his hands flat on the bed, his thrusts quicken. Your hand comes around his throat. Squeezes.

ghost 👻- the stretcher

ghost sometimes has to ask himself if he's really that big and thick or if it's just that the one or two fleslights he owns are way too fucking small. he doesn't know, but he very much loves it. there is something about the size difference, the way the plastic stretches to fit him and how he can perfecly see it expanding as he pushes his dick deeper into it that makes him go feral.

now, other than his size kink goin brrr, he finds himself swiping his cock against the flesglight's pussy-like entrance, as if he were teasing a real cunt, before fucking himself slowly into it. he's mersmerized by the plastic doll completely swallowing up his aching hard dick until he's balls deep. he also intends to pull out - just to save himself some clean up - but he finds himself so overwhelmed by the feeling and visuals that he just fill the fleshlight up with his potent cum - more than once, at that -.

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gaz 🧢- mess making perpetrator

this may be my most repeated gaz headcanon but he's a mess maker and there is no deniying. when he get's home from a mission or something like that and he doesn't feel like trying to find a partner to fuck, he always has a trusty fleshlight. the thing is, he doesn't even make it to the bedroom most of the time, deciding to just fuck it in his livingroom.

he just plunged deeply into the plastic pussy, stretching the plastic over his limit because his dick is too long for the small fleshlight, almos breking it. the pent up hornyness and the feeling of something other than his hand wrapped around his dick sending him into an orgasm faster than he expected. he pulls out to first his impossibly hard cock when he feels himself about to cum. and he stains the sofa with it as the mess perpetrator that he is - and let me tell you, it ain't the first time he's had to clean his seed out of that sofa.

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price 🚬- the first timer

price is an older and more traditional man, he would rather fuck another person than some piece of plastic. but he keps hearing his men talk about fleshlights, how good they feel,.. and all that combined with the fact that he ain't getting younger, he's extra tired and trying to find a partner with a job like his is tedious, he decides to get himself a fleshlight just to try it out of curiotisty.

what he did not expect was that god forsaken piece of plastic would feel that fucking good. all it took was some slow deep strokes into it before he found himself cumming. and at that moment his lust filled brain took over and he started fucking himself into the fleshlight again, trying to extend the pleasure of the orgasm. let's say he now fully understands why his men praise them plastic holes.

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konig 🗡- the nasty fucker

lets be real, konig is fleshlight collector number 2. anxiety gets the best of him so he would rather to make do with some plastic pussy or ass than having to deal with the hassle of interacting with people. his not that experiended ass is fucking enamoured by the feeling of and ass or pussy, even if it isn't a real one.

now, konig allways finds himself doing two thing every time he uses one of his fleshlight. a. he moans. like a bitch in heat. he can't help it, it just feels overwhelingly good to have something wrapping tightly around his unexperienced cock. and the fact of finally getting some release. b. he makes messes - yup, mess making perpetrator no. 2 -. spit, precum, lube and cum mixing all together, covering his dick, hands and fleshlight as he fucks himself dumb and slaps his dick all over yhe plastic ass.

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graves 🪦 - the stressed

now, these military men always find themselves stressed out, it's a part of the job. but for graves, said job and the tension that it generates have kept him away for some time now from a real pussy or ass. so a fleshlight is a good alternative, giving him all that he needs to reach some much needed release.

the few occasions he has had enough time to indulge in some pleasure, he's going to make the most of it. alternating slow, sensual deep strokes and fast shallow ones. hands making sure that the fleshlight stays in place as he plunges into it chasing an orgasm and moanig at the sweet feeling of release. he for sure cums deep inside of the plastic masturbator, because it may be plastic, but he loves creampie-ing it the same way he would creampie a real person.

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alejandro 🤠 - the tip teaser

alejandro doesn't strike me as the type of person that would have a proper fleshlight, you know? instead of a piece of plastic that fully engulfs his dick he has one of those quickshot ones. a transparent one at that. it gives him a lot of options, from fully jerking his cock with it to just teasing his tip.

"There you go, nena, nice and slow," Ale croons, and his thumb rubs the corner of your mouth where your lips stretch thin. There's a slick mess of drool and precome smeared over your chin, splattering on the floor, between your spread knees. You're achingly empty, pussy clenching and throbbing.

Ale draws you back so the fat head of Rudy's cock lays on your tongue, lets you pant a little, and then pushes you back down again, this time not stopping until you're gagging, Rudy's cock jammed so deep it hurts, throat bulging. Your belly heaves, convulsing, and Alejandro pulls you back again before you puke, Rudy's cock drooling a thick stream of precome against your open lips. His thighs are shaking, edged to the limit, your mouth used to tease his cock until he's so hard it hurts, until he's begging breathlessly to come, and whining when the warm soft channel of your mouth and throat are taken away so abruptly.

"Alright, once more, then we'll let Rudy come," he croons, voice deep and heated, and you spit slick down your chin before immediately choking on Rudy's cock again, deep and hard, Ale bouncing your mouth up and down until you groan, saliva pooling on your tongue as he gets Rudy fully into your throat.

You clench tight, desperately trying to hold back your gag reflex, throat and body all shuddering, and Rudy groans and shakes and comes, cock throbbing so hard you can feel it, head held with your nose pressed tight to Rudy's groin, nails scratching into his thighs, your pussy so hot and aching it feels like you're coming as well, a burst of slick heat to match the come Rudy is pumping into your stomach.

Alejandro moans and shakes your head back and forth as your finally pulled off, Rudy's cock slapping your cheeks, smearing come and spit over your face, shoving two fingers into your mouth while you cough, tears flowing. It's only when you finally gasp a full, clear breath that he smiles and removes them, urging you up into Rudy's lap, and you kiss him with all the slick mess passing between your lips, sucking at his tongue as he whimpers against you, his cock oversensitive and trapped between your thighs.

Your hips are lifted up and back, and Ale lines himself up with your dripping hole. You're so wet, so ready, he can just slide inside you with no resistance, and your head falls to press your forehead against Rudy's with a moan. Fuck, so big and hot, and your pussy clenches tight as he rolls his hips, using your drenched hole for his own pleasure, and when he groans and comes himself you moan and squirm, pushing back, trying to get to that sharp edged pleasure that's been dangling in front of you for so long.

Rudy's lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss, panting and moaning as Ale pulls out, come slicking your thighs, and his hands grip Rudy's cock to force it inside you, half hard. His body tenses and shudders as you grind down, so close, using his cock like a toy, and you whine and bite at his lips, his cheek, his throbbing pulse point as Ale licks your pussy, tongue squirming along the edge of your hole, stretched around Rudy, finally getting your clit against his groin to rub off and come come come-

Rudy shakes hard, hands clutching at your hips tight enough to bruise, as your pussy milks his cock, sloppy and wet with your slick and Ale's come, throat aching as you moan, the pressure at last snapping and spiraling through your limbs.

Saturday 17th August. 1400 hrs. A perfectly unassuming day, really - for most at least. On the other hand, you had been stuck at base for far too long, as Laswell walks you through tonight's plan again. Seriously, by now you've had each and every minute of the night hammered through your brain,

"…and make sure you do not blow our cover, got it? Are you even listening?"

"Yes! Don't blow my cover.."

"Not just yours."

"Huh?? Hey wait what does that mean?"

Laswell pinches the bridge of her nose tightly, feeling the regrets pile up quickly. She could have easily shifted this off to anyone. Literally anyone.

"Okay, let's go through this again - and listen this time! You're not going in alone, and I need you to be nice."

"I'm always nice!"

"…"

"I'm mostly nice..?"

"…"

"Wow. Wow!"

"Okay, so you're going undercover with Colonel Alejandro Vargas-"

"Oh."

"Mhm."

This was no coincidence. It couldn't have been - especially given how the team vividly remembered the way the two of you practically danced around each other back in Las Almas. Suddenly, you feel the need to call sick, or to divert and throw the entire operation on to someone else-

"-why not Rudy? Him and Alejandro have great chemistry together, right?"

"…Do you.. do you hear yourself?"

"Yes. Put that man in a dress!"

"…?"

"He's got the hiiiiips~"

"No! You're doing the op - that's final."

There was no arguing with the Kate Laswell - even you knew that. Still, you couldn't hold back the disappointed sigh falling from your lips as you dejectedly slumped forwards, your mouth opening and closing, opening and closing in shock. Really? Alejandro?

Not that working with him was a problem, no! Not at all! Just.. well…

It was much easier to ignore your little crush on the man when you weren't working alongside him, you know? So much easier to subtly stare at him from the other side of the room, or to brush your hands past one another and dream of late night accidental touches, than to actually be stood next to him. And of course you'd be there as a newlywed couple! Because why not add to your own suffering whilst we're at it?

But you are a professional first and foremost, and you would not let something like this impact the task at hand. Not even if you were stuck quietly dreaming of how good he'd look in a suit.

Oh dear.

1500 hrs. On the other side of base, Colonel Alejandro Vargas sat at his desk, lost in thought.

Would you wear that pretty red dress? Flowy as it'd billow in the wind, hugging around you just perfectly? The one he'd only seen in photos in old reports that Lazwell had handed off to him? Would you wear those long black heels - the one's you wore to that wedding you both were at, two months ago? In fact, Alejandro had been so lost in thought that he hadn't realised three repetitive knocks on his door. Nor had he realised Rodolfo sneaking into his office and leaning against the door, barely suppressing a smile,

"You're whipped, Ale!"

"Huh? No, no. I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Mhm, sure you don't. What if I told you Lazwell changed the mission last minute? I'm going instead of you no-"

"What? No! I mean.. I don't care.."

"Alejandro, I'm joking-"

"Don't joke like that, Rudy!"

"You're whipped! Anyway, you have everything ready for tonight? Suit, guns… condom?"

It doesn't help that at the end of his sentence, Rodolfo begins wiggling his eyebrows and swinging his hips as Alejandro sighs, groaning and facepalming over the desk in front of him,

"Rudy…"

"Okay! Okay.. I'll see you on the other side, yeah?"

"Yeah."

As Rodolfo left, his words continued to swim around Alejandro's brain, intertwined with images of you smiling, giggling, under him as his hands would wrap around your waist and you would look up at him with those beautiful eyes an-

Oh dear. Perhaps he was whipped.

1700 hrs. You had finally finished getting ready for the mission - secret weapons hidden in holsters, covered by a beautiful red dress, that hugged your top half before billowing out into silken sheets of crimson. Naturally, you pair that with your favourite heels, some nice jewellery and make your way towards the front of base, where he stands - tall, suited and booted up. You can't deny it now - he looks good. Especially when a strand of his hair falls out against the side of his face, and he adjusts his tie as you find yourself somewhat starstruck. Your eyes don't miss how the suit makes his already broad shoulders look even more perfect, as you daydream pressing your lips against them under the soft morning sun.

Not that he's much better - his eyes falling across your body as his mouth suddenly goes dry. His gaze starts at your face, forcing back a smile as it lifts to your hair. He wonders - would it feel as soft as it looked under his touch? His eyes trail further, thoughts only spiralling around as they rest across your neck, your shoulders, your cleavage - interrupted only by Lazwell clearing her throat, stood opposite the two of you,

"Okay, so the two of you are posing as newlyweds, got it? Mr and Mrs Pierce - he's an obscure rich man, and she's his trophy wife. Rudy and I will be monitoring you - keep your comms on-"

"-unless you both get freaky! Then turn them off."

The two of you shoot a glare in his direction, to which he only beams back. Lazwell sighs, but nods,

"If you are going to get… frea-"

"Lazswell!"

"Kate!"

"Okay, fine! Just.. don't compromise the mission. You're there to gather intel, okay? In and out job."

Neither you nor him can dispel the thoughts that come around from her last sentence, as you walk towards the car. Ever the gentleman, Alejandro opens your door, helping you with your dress before walking around to the other side to get in. By some hellish miracle, another voice joins the conversation,

"And remember - wrap it before you tap it!"

The two of you groan as Soap grins back at you, thumbs up and very much proud of his little quip,

"…Soap will be assisting us ."

"We see that."

As Alejandro drives the two of you away, you can't ignore the unsettling feeling tightening around your stomach. This was going to be a hellish mission, one way or another.

1900 hrs. Two hours sat next to the very man you spend every night dreaming of. In a tight space. Without radio, or music, or any conversation. Every time either of you attempt to start any kind of talk, you give up. What are you supposed to talk about? Not the mission itself, that's boring. And you're definitely not going to be talking about how his hands wrap perfectly around the steering wheel. Oh, how you wished you were that steering wheel.

However, two hours is a long drive. With no conversation whatsoever. Alejandro finds himself clearing his throat to get your attention - finally beginning some conversation,

"So…"

"So..?"

"Yep…"

'Great going!' Alejandro though to himself, mentally smacking himself with a 10 foot metal pole until his brain forgot his awful attempt at conversation. Except his brain wouldn't do that. Because why would it? All whilst you were going insane in your own right too. What were you supposed to do? Attempt conversation back?

"The weather… is… erm.. weather-y…"

"Yes, it often does that, no?"

"That's.. true.."

Now it was your turn to mentally hit yourself. The weather is weather-y? What the hell does that even mean? Eventually though, Alejandro bites the bullet, manouvering conversation for the two of you,

"Okay. Here's the thing - we have to come across as natural, right? As newlyweds who are madly in love, or something."

Or something, huh? It appears even the moon outside mocks you, crows cackling and taunting the two of you as he continues to drive. You try not to overthink it and nod along, swallowing back repressed feelings,

"Yeah. Exactly. And we're seasoned professionals, we can do this!"

"Exactly."

You don't miss how his shoulders ease, tension swiftly rippling down through his arms as his grip on the wheel lessens slightly. Your heart in particular does not let it go, tugging as you attempt to gulp back the mild pain blooming across your chest.

Somehow it felt worse than actually being shot at.

1935 hrs. Traffic had held the two of you back on your way up. As Alejandro finally parks, you can't help but to rest your hands on the middle of your torso, letting out a slightly shaky breath as you (attempt) to drown out anxieties. To absolutely nobody's shock, he notices.

Because of course he does,

"You okay there? Seem a little.. uh.. tense.."

"…"

Now this was strange. He was not used to hearing you so quiet. So filled with a strange silence. He reaches a hand out across the car, resting on your knee (this is great for your already out of control heart, of course),

"Hey. Don't take it all to heart, yeah? We'll be okay in there."

"Yeah. I've done it a million times before, and I'll do it a million times after."

"Exactly. Just gotta find a covert spot, do some sightseeing and call it a day."

"Mhm. Just like.. stealing a lollipop.. from a baby.."

…which is incredibly difficult, for the record. Babies have this vice like grip that tightens around everything they hold as if it is the only thing that'll keeo them alive. What a terrible phrase! As your mind concerns itself with this, Alejandro walks round to your side of the car, helping you out and leading you into the tightly packed gala,

"Lucky for us, this'll make our job easier, hmm?"

"Just gotta find that room."

"Agreed."

'That room' was a room Lazwell had shown the two of you on the blueprints before sending you on the mission. It was perfect - hidden and high up - allowing you to easily observe any shady deals going down. Only issue was, getting up there would be a hassle, given how many people you'd have to get by.

Three hours pass easily, and neither you nor Alejandro has found an angle that would get you up to the room without countless problems. Not for lack of trying, mind you. Every time the two of you began looking towards the stairs, someone would drag you into conversation, or an influx of people would move downstairs (making it too obvious to go back upstairs).

However, you start paying attention. There is one way to get upstairs, without being stopped or rerouted downstairs. You look over to Alejandro, winking and moving your face subtly towards the stairs, leading him away from the crowd the two of you had found yourselves in. When close enough, you lean into him, grateful that he leans down enough for you to whisper,

"Follow my lead, Mr Pierce~"

As you lean back, his eyebrows draw together into a slightly concerned look, but he still follows. Especially when your hand slots into his, leading him up the stairs. You ensure to turn back towards him with flirty glances inbetween. It's the first one that has his eyes widening, mouth dropping open before shutting immediately as he finally realises what's happening. It's funny - every other time the two of you had been stopped on your way up, yet as soon as the two of you hint at making your way upstairs for… 'freaky' time, as Rudy had so crudely put it, not a single person even looks your way.

It works so well, in fact, that the two of you make it all the way up to the room - without interruptions. As Alejandro quietly closes the door behind you, pushing in the lock, you glance out of the window.

Oh. No, no, that would not do.

"Erm.. Alejandro..?"

"Mhm?"

"Slight problem.."

"Go on.."

"We're like.. really visible.."

"Really visible?"

"Really, really visible."

As Alejandro finishes scoping the room, Lazwell's voice crackles through over the comms,

"Shit. This is bad. Okay, standby as we figure this out."

The two of you look at each other - perplexed. The blueprints made it look much higher, but if Alejandro had stood at the window any longer than ten seconds, he'd be found immediately! They'd see him far before he was able to find the intel.

As Lazwell and Co rack their brains, trying to find a solution to your predicament, an idea forms in your mind. The kind of idea you definitely should ignore, and the kind you should shove down into the depths of your brain - only to pull it out in the cold, cold nights, as your fingers trail down your body, heat risi-

Ahem.

Sorry…

"Terrible idea incoming…"

"No."

"Hear me out."

"I don't want to. You said it was terrible!"

"Just give me a moment here?"

"…fine."

"Do.. do we need comms on?"

Alejandro paused, mouth opening and closing as he thought about it. Did you guys need comms on? Was it actually necessary? Your comms crackle again as Rudy comes over this time,

"Nope! We can turn comms off if it would compromise yo- are you about to do what I think you're about to do."

"N-no.."

"What are we about to do?"

"Oh my God - Kate, they're about to get freaky!"

"…"

"No, no, surely not - no?"

His eyes drift over to yours, and suddenly the noise and clamour on the comms dies out. Suddenly, the air feels so much fuller, tense and coated with a thick pressure that does not help.

"Are you serious???"

"Do you have a better idea? Besides, it's not getting freaky.. just erm.. well.. making out..?"

"Just making out??"

"Yes! Think about it - you'd be able to stand at the window, and get the footage we need, without being found out!"

"This is your genius idea?"

"Again - do you have anything better?"

"…"

As if to add more insult to the already awfully awkward situation, Rudy's voice trickles through the comms again,

"I, for one, think you should."

This was expected. Rudy had been rooting for the two of you, after all. At every post mission party, every TF 141 + Los Vaqueros barbecue - he had been there, setting you up. What you had not expected was for Lazwell to come through next,

"…I agree."

"???"

"Kate???"

"Yes. If you really think about it.."

"Kate Lazwell. Agreeing with my stupid idea."

"I.. am in disbelief."

"As am I, Colonel. Anyway, we're cutting communications from here on - you're both going rogue."

"…"

"Wait, Ka-"

KAZZZHHHKHH~!

The two of you look at each other, officially rogue in the field. Rogue with a very dangerous plan. You unintentionally bite your lips, and feel your heartbeat quicken as you feel his eyes trail down to your lips. He inhales slowly, exhaling even slower as the two of you take gentle steps towards the window - only for you to throw a hand in front of him, stopping him,

"It's too obvious if we approach the window like this."

"You're right. C'mere."

He doesn't give you a moment to actually move towards him, his arms wrapping around your torso and pulling you close. His head drops to your shoulder as he slowly sways you around the room. There's something awfully bittersweet that tugs around your heart, practically tearing it in two as he manoeuvres the two of you against the wall beside the window. You can feel his heart beating against your chest - or was that you? Whoever it was had been betrayed by how fast it beat, but neither you nor him really acknowledged it. He moved your arms around him, and you followed as he slowly worked his hands towards your back - all as you begin to tense up.

You can feel him swallow back a lump as his lips find your ear,

"Hey, hey cálmate - it's okay. I'm here."

You barely manage a hum in response, nodding slightly as he presses a kiss under your ear - wait a minute! He… he didn't need to do that. That was unnecessary. As long as his face was remotely near you and it looked like you were making out, that would've been enough, no? His lips trail closer to your neck - where he pauses, pulls back and tugs his blazer off. You follow him, hands chasing hands as you return his hands around your waist (for you or for the mission?),

"Alejandro…"

"I know, I know - the window. I'll dip you slowly over, make it look less obvious."

He's praying you can't tell that it's not just a mission thing, and that he wants nothing more than to take his time with you, and it just happens to be that it actually benefits the two of you if he does take it slow. Lucky for him, you're too busy stressing over your own heart to tell.

His hands wrap around your waist properly this time, moving you towards the window - the open window, where the cool night breeze tickles against your skin. Whether intentionally or not, his hands start to roll small circles into your skin, soothing you. Your hands find his shoulders as you look up at him.

For this moment, you are more than willing to forget the mission. Forget Lazwell waiting back at base for intel, and forget everything around you - because there's something that pulls you closer to him in his eyes. Something soft, warm, and far too real for just a mission.

His arms move around so they now support your back better. Your own arms move so they're now wrapped around his neck, pulling him down towards you. He murmurs something under his breath, smirking and raising his eyebrows at you as you bat your eyelashes at him. As he lowers himself to you properly, you can't help but to arch into his touch.

And then his lips press against your own.

Fireworks erupt in your brain as you melt into his soft, sweet lips. His thumbs continue to roll circles into your skin as he angles his lips against yours, where they slot together so perfectly. You hum into the kiss as one hand finds your head - cradling you against him. It's unfair, how both you and him struggle with the situation you find yourselves in. On the one hand, it greatly benefits the two of you, as you finally live out your wildest dreams. On the other hand, not knowing how the other feels hurts more than any wound either of you had ever felt.

You can't help the sob that let's go from your mouth, and he pulls back immediately, eyes shot wide with concern,

"Hey, you good? What's up?"

Oh dear. This was not what you wanted. How were you supposed to confess your undying love for him in these conditions? You shake your head, unable to stop the tears.

He breathes out slowly, eyebrows moving into a concerned face as his heart drags further down. Just seeing the tears stroll down your face like that has him feeling awful, and he can't hold back any longer,

"I need to tell you something."

"I need to tell you something."

"Oh-"

"Well-"

"You go first."

"No, no - you."

"No, Alejandro please - I.. I need a moment."

He sighs, nodding as he pauses to find the words,

"I don't know if this will help at all, and I know we're short on time so here goes nothing, yeah? I love you. I've loved you since the moment you first walked in - confident, gorgeous and the brightest light in the room. I thought I could ignore it, and just move on but unfortunately, it consumes me in a way that I cannot ignor-mmph?!"

With every word that tumbles out of his mouth, everything begins to make sense. The awkwardness between you, the way his hand would linger near you. That one time last week when the power went out…

It made too much sense.

Unfortunately, you're not sure you can make words work. Not when you've just been sobbing, and the sudden fear of being found hits you again. You grab his face, pressing your lips up against his (cutting him off and taking him by surprise). At first it's rough and harsh, but the two of you soften to each other again.

This time, his arms wrap around you more naturally. You feel his biceps against your skin, gasping as one arm lifts your leg to wrap around his waist. He smirks, and you blush - looking away before his fingers move your chin back to face him. And whilst last time you weren't so sure, this time you know.

Now you're one hundred percent sure that the look in his eyes is love. Sweet, adoring love. He begins to lower you over the window again, and this time it's much easier. The cool air outside mixes with the heat between the two of you as he works you slowly. Sweetly. Taking his time as his eyes flick upwards.

It's luck that has kept the two of you safe so far. The deal was due to occur in two minutes from now, and Alejandro finally spots the two parties slowly walking towards each other, looking around. If the two of you had gone with the initial plan - watching closely with a pair of binoculars, passing information back to Lazwell and praying you wouldn't be found - you would fail almost immediately. Plus, he couldn't deny the added benefit of finally confessing to you.

He watches as they quickly and swiftly pass the package between them (a memory stick, holding trade secrets. The two of you wouldn't be able to take them on anyway, but unknown to them was the tracking device attached.), attempting to ignore how your hands were moving up his body, and how your lips had found the side of his head, about to whisper when-

"So, has the deal been done, or…?"

You pause, mid air, and the two of you turn towards each other - eyes widening as he whisks you away from the window. Weren't comms supposed to b-

"Lazwell?"

"I thought you turned comms off??"

"…"

"Lazwell."

"Kate… please tell me you didn't hear me."

"…"

"Oh my God, Alejandro - they definitely heard you!"

"No, no, no, I-"

"Ayy, Alejandro! Fucking finally, bro!"

"Rudy???"

"Rudy, listen-"

"You got the girl!"

"…"

"…"

"So erm…"

"…"

"…"

"You guys should come back soon, you know.. if you've erm… gotten the intel, of course..?"

He sighs, head in his hands as he groans. You laugh. Full, hearty and filled with giggles as you double over, shaking your head. For a moment, he feels concerned again,

"Of course they heard! Ugh, Soap probably convinced them to leave comms on - why am I not shocked?"

"Okay but - you're okay with this?"

"Alejandro.. Alejandro, I love you too, you know? It doesn't matter that much to me that they all know now. I have you, and you have me, right? Nothing else matters."

He breathes out a sigh of relief, letting you lead him back out to the car.

The drive back is much easier now. The two of you spend your time planning dates, laughing about weird shared experiences between both Rudy and Soap trying to set you up, and somewhat suggestive conversation between you.

As you both tumble out of the car in fits of giggles, Lazwell raises an eyebrow - before quickly turning to the others and signalling back (they, of course, had wheeled out the whiteboard filled with an 'Alejandro x You Surprise Pool', with bets listed across the board. If the two of you hadn't been so busy giggling, you would've caught Ghost angrily shoving twenties into Soap's hands!).

The debrief is even quicker, with the two of you speeding through the information and praying Lazwell would let you go as soon as possible.

Somewhere, somehow - someone heard your prayers as Lazwell sends the two of you away, keeping the others back for more work. Groans and sighs fill the room as Alejandro and you speed walk away from the scene, with him leading you to his truck.

An hour and a half later, you're at his ranch. Fast asleep and curled up into the jumper he had laid onto the seat. He smiles at the sight, taking a quick picture to tease you with in the morning before holding you bridal style as he carried you inside and upstairs. He lays you down on the bed, leaving to get you a glass of water for when you (eventually) wake up.

Lucky for him, you wake up as soon as he leaves. A small part of you panics, until he walks back into the room, cup in one hand outstretched towards you,

"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead~"

"I.. have never fallen asleep so good."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Bet I can change that."

"Ya think, Colonel~?"

You drink the water slowly - never breaking eye contact, letting some of the water dribble out as you lower the cup. He raises his eyebrows as he moves towards you, eyes filled with hunger and need.

His hands make quick work of your clothes, and yours of his. It's not long before various garments lie strewn across the usually picture perfect bedroom. You let him pull you into his arms, fingers lowering to your folds as they spread them apart. Inhaling sharply, you press your head into his shoulder as he chuckles,

"So wet already, huh? And all we did was kiss.."

"Not like you're much better."

"Touché."

You move your head, eyes trailing down his perfect abs to stare at his thick, bulging cock - cum weeping out as he moves the two of you around. His sheer strength has you weaker in the knees, wetter as his tip begins to slowly move up into you. It's slow, big and fills you in ways that have your back arching out. Your nails find his shoulders, digging in with every passing inch as both your mouth and his drop open. He lowers you down on the bed - his body practically encapsulating yours as his lips graze over your skin. They pause, hovering over your hardened nipples as his tongue flicks out over one. His mouth lowers onto it next, sucking and moaning as one hand of yours tangles in his hair and the other grasps at his back.

His other hand works your left nipple, twisting and tugging, teasing as you gasp and sigh - waves of pleasure rippling through the two of you as he thrusts into you slowly,

"F-faster, Ale.. please baby, I need you so bad~!"

"Anything for you, mi vida.."

And he complies. Moving his mouth onto the other nipple (because the idea of only paying attention to one and not the other does not sit quite right with Alejandro Vargas, not when loving all of you comes as easily to him as breathing), he sucks and teases as he thrusts faster than before.

In and out, in and out as the two of you moan and groan together. Outside, the cold winds tumble around the grounds, and the cold moonlight trickles in through the window, casting an almost celestial glow upon the two of you as both your brains turn to mush. The only thought remaining on your minds is each other, and how good it finally feels. Your walls tighten around his has he practically bullies your cervix over and over again, riding you out through your overwhelmingly sharp orgasm. And as your arms tighten around him - nails digging into his skin as you cry out and cum harder than you had ever done before - he slows just enough as he cums just after you.

Every thrust is slower than the last, until he comes to a complete stop. The two of you stay there, panting together as he slowly lowers himself down on you, head nuzzling into your shoulder. His lips press against your skin as you sigh in pure bliss.

However, the air around you is now warm. Overly warm. And sticky. And neither you nor him enjoy that. He slowly pulls out, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you whine,

"I'll be right back, yeah? Gotta run a bath for us now, pretty girl."

You nod, letting your head fall back against the pillow as he fills the tub with warm water. He comes back to pick you up again, carrying you over and into the tub. Ever the sweet, caring type, Alejandro presses a glass of water against your lips, helping you drink before you lay your head against his chest - listening to his peaceful heartbeat as he washes you down. Between the soft ripples of water from everytime he moves to wash you down and the slow heartbeat that eases your mind, you find yourself drifting off to sleep in his arms.

In the morning, you're awakened by the sweet smell of pancakes. You let yourself wake up slowly - the sun peeking in over the room as you yawn, stretch and slowly move out of bed. Beside the bedside table, one of Alejandro's shirts lies waiting for you, and you throw it on (because what else were you gonna wear - the ballgown from last night???).

As you make your way downstairs, there he stands. In all his glory, with a pink, frilly apron tied around his waist. You stifle a giggle - taking a picture to tease him with later on (unbeknownst to you, he unfortunately still has the picture from last night as rebuttal) - and wrap your arms around his waist.

He turns, pulling you in closer and pressing you against a counter, lips find yours. But as much as the two of you would love a part two of last night, the pancakes (and trying not to burn down the kitchen) feel higher priority,

"Ahem, Ale?"

"Mhm?"

"The pancakes, my love."

"Ah fuck. The pancakes…"

As he steps back, assessing the pancakes with the focus only a soldier like him could have, you make your way to the table - looking around you.

Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing - going undercover with your crush, and now boyfriend

xoxo, roe~

let me at him i beg