Using the slack from the chain, Leon turned to assess the situation. They were both handcuffed to the same chain, fastened to a pulley wheel in the ceiling. It looked sturdy, but if Leon pulled hard enough…

“I told you to stop that!” the stranger spat, stumbling forward from the momentum. “You move, I move—and I’m beat up enough as it is.”

Leon contemplated telling him he didn’t give a single fuck. He opted to glare instead.

“The quiet type, eh?” the man asked, then offered, “I’m Luis Serra.”

“I don’t care,” Leon said. “How do we get out of here?”

“Mierda, are all Yanquis this rude?” Luis sighed and shook his head.

“It’s called being efficient,” Leon shot back. He wrapped the chain around his hands and pulled again—to a yelp from Luis that he pretended not to hear—but the pulley’s fastenings didn’t budge.

“All work and no play, huh?” Luis grinned, which only proved that he was far from seriously injured. “Bet you’ve been in spots like this before.”

Leon resolutely ignored the small talk and looked around the room for anything useful. 

“My guess is, you’re here looking for someone,” Luis kept going. God, did he ever shut up?

Unsurprisingly, there weren’t any bolt cutters or keys laying around, but Leon could see an axe on the wall—just out of reach, of course.

Luis hummed. “Maybe… a missing señorita?”

Dread shot through Leon and he whipped around, only to find the man smirking. Figures: the sleazeball was obviously more than some helpless civilian.

In one quick move, Leon pulled on the chain hard, making Luis curse and lose his footing, until he was helplessly dangling from the pulley, hands held high above his head. Leon stepped close, an intimidating presence to the man who had suddenly become a worthwhile interrogation target. 

“Talk. Now,” Leon spat.

“Woah, hey,” Luis said, still grinning. “If you wanted to get to know me better, all you had to do was ask.”

Leon grit his teeth. “Tell me what you know about the girl.”

“Come now, amigo.” Luis smiled and cocked his head. “We are in this together, yes? Where is the trust?”

“And why the hell should I trust you?”

“Because torture or threats of torture is a sure way to receive false information.” Luis frowned. “Don’t they teach you that in America, officer?”

“That’s agent to you,” Leon said. He wasn’t bothered about the rest of the man’s concerns: throughout all of his years of training for the job, Leon had learned plenty of creative torture methods that would get people very willing to tell the truth.

“My mistake, then.” Luis smiled. “But, seeing as we’re in a stalemate of sorts, why don’t we make a deal?”

Leon glared. “In your dreams.”

“At least hear me out, yes?” Luis said. “My part of the deal is that I will answer your questions to the best of my abilities. In return, you help me with my problem.”

That… didn’t sound too bad, actually. Leon had never particularly enjoyed the violence that his new job entailed, and if he could get the information he needed out of Luis without actually hurting anyone…

Leon mentally shook himself. Focus, agent. He wasn’t that blue-eyed rookie from six years ago anymore. He’d had to kill and bury the Leon that always wanted to help people in need. Now, there was only the job, and in this line of work, easy solutions tended to come with a catch.

“What problem?” Leon asked.

Luis smirked, which didn’t bode well. “It is a, how do you say… private matter.”

Leon glared harder. “I’m not in the mood for your games—”

“Mierda, just look down,” Luis sighed.

Skeptically, Leon did—though first squeezing the chain harder so Luis wouldn’t try anything. His gaze traveled over the man’s tacky jacket and he stamped down on the inexplicable relief that he found no visible injuries or even tears in the fabric. 

Similarly, Luis’ pants and shoes were dirty but seemed otherwise intact, and Leon was about to ask what the hell he was on about when he spotted it:

A very obvious bulge in the man’s already tight pants.

“Are you serious!?” Leon’s head snapped up only to yell in Luis’ face. “At a time like this!?”

“What?” Luis shrugged. “I have been surrounded by nothing but ugly villagers for days, and then a muscled bonito rescues me. Can you blame Luisito for getting excited?”

Leon’s face was flaring red—from rage, probably—and he very nearly physically recoiled. “You're disgusting.”

That infuriating smirk was back. “Yet you need me, hm?”

Leon’s jaw clenched in annoyance. Luis was right: Leon sorely needed his cooperation, both for information about Baby Eagle’s situation and to stand a chance of taking out the guards that would inevitably come back for them.

“A simple trade,” Luis said. “I answer all of your questions, and you give me a hand with my… not-so-little problem.”

It seemed like a fair trade. Leon wasn’t an idiot: he knew firsthand how effective seduction could be as a means to get something you wanted out of an unsuspecting target. How it made people willing not only to do what you asked, but to go that extra mile, to give everything just to impress you—

Leon mentally shook himself, away from the memories of a red dress and flirty little smile. He’d never thought he’d be on the other end of that bargain, using his looks or nonexistent charm to seduce his target into cooperating.

But, well, this time the work was mostly done for him. Luis was obviously attracted to him even if Leon had done nothing but manhandle and yell at him. And Luis himself wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes, as long as he’d shut up…

“You know, as sexy as your brooding face is, we don’t actually have all day,” Luis said.

This time, the annoyance Leon felt was accompanied by a spike of lust. He allowed himself to admit that Luis was handsome—if extremely annoying—and that if they’d met in different circumstances, Leon might have been curious to see what lay behind those warm brown eyes and infuriating smirk.

And now he could.

“Alright,” Leon said.

Luis actually startled at that, jolting in his restraints. “What?”

“I said alright,” Leon repeated. “You answer my questions, I’ll get you off. Or, well, try to, anyway.” He nodded to his still-cuffed hands.

The manic grin that spread over Luis’ face almost made Leon regret his decision.

“Oh, trust me, amigo, that will not be a problem,” Luis lowered his voice, looking at Leon with half-lidded eyes. “Just being chained to you nearly has me bursting in my pants.”

“Well.” Leon cleared his throat and averted his eyes. “That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.”

“Then I accept,” Luis said, then smiled and rattled his handcuffs. “I’d shake your hand, but…”

“No need,” Leon said. 

He tightened the grip he had on the chains and pulled, yanking Luis just that much higher, making him wince and stumble to balance on his toes—though tellingly, he didn’t protest the rough treatment. 

“Now tell me what you know about the girl,” Leon ordered.

“Well, see, before I was shoved into the bag you found me in…” Luis said. “I heard chatter about moving a señorita.”

“Moving her,” Leon repeated. This sounded promising. “Where?”

“Who knows?” Luis did his best attempt at a shrug with his hands above his head. Leon glared and grabbed the chain— “But!” Luis continued. “Later, I saw some men dragging someone… to the old church.”

A church; Leon could work with that. A town this small probably only had one church. It was a decent lead.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it,” Leon said. Feeling bold, he stepped closer, until his thigh was barely brushing against Luis’ crotch. “Anything else you wanna tell me?”

“No, that’s all I know about the señorita, I swear,” Luis said, feebly trying to grind against Leon’s leg, though it was impossible without leverage. “God, Yanqui…” 

“Leon,” he said, voice hoarse. He cleared his throat and stepped back. “My name is Leon.”

“Leon, please,” Luis begged, and why was hearing his name from this man so arousing? “Touch me.”

Leon steeled himself even as his hands twitched, wanting to comply. “Tell me what you’re doing here first.”

“I’m—I’m a police officer,” Luis panted. “Sent from Madrid to investigate the disappearance of people around the village.”

“You? A cop?” Leon snorted. “Try again.”

“No, please, I’m telling the truth,” Luis whined. He was clearly starting to get desperate. “Me and my partner were undercover to infiltrate the village. But the people here, well… if you don’t have red eyes and a pitchfork and try to kill everyone in sight, it’s difficult to fit in.”

Leon hummed. That seemed pretty plausible, as his police escorts from earlier had talked about people disappearing. Maybe another policeman going AWOL had made the whole precinct reluctant to visit the village. 

“Now, please, I answered your question…” Luis said.

Leon let go of the chain to lower Luis back onto his feet and earned a grateful sigh. He stepped close and reached out his joined hands to awkwardly palm over Luis' pants.

“Yes—God, Leon, yes,” Luis moaned.

Leon felt his cheeks heating up as he rubbed the rough leather over the hard shaft underneath. Jesus, this was really doing it for Luis, huh? Leon’s own dick twitched in sympathy, trapped in his combat pants, but he ignored it in favor of clumsily unbuttoning Luis’ pants and pulling his dick out.

Leon swallowed and felt sweat trickle down his neck from the rising temperature of the room. Luis was thick and uncut, the head of his dick almost purple with how hard he was.

"Oh, god, Leon…" Luis said when Leon experimentally stroked up and then down.

Leon couldn't take his eyes off the sight of Luis' dick sliding in his hand. Coarse black hair surrounded the base and trailed up under Luis' jacket and Leon imagined how it would feel brushing against his nose, if his mouth was full of Luis and—

Leon cleared his throat and focused on stroking with his limited movements. “This good?”

“So good, querido, so good,” Luis praised. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t if you keep talking,” Leon said, remembering what he was supposed to be doing. “How did you get captured? What happened to your partner?”

“Ah, mierda. We split up when we arrived; he started with the castle and I started with the village—oh, just like that.” Luis sighed in pleasure as Leon worked the foreskin over his shaft.

Luis’ legs were trembling but he seemed to be doing his best to answer. Something in Leon felt oddly pleased. 

"And?" Leon prompted.

“And in the village, I barely managed to ask for directions before the locos were throwing axes at my head," Luis huffed. 

"Hmm," Leon commented. He rewarded Luis with a twist of his palm over the head of his cock, already leaking copiously.

Luis gasped and his hips jerked up into Leon's hands. “Please, Leon—”

“In a minute,” Leon said. “How did they catch you?”

"Well, obviously, I ran,” Luis said. “But our car was at the castle on the other side of the lake, and I hid in the forest for days before they finally caught me and brought me to the place you thankfully found me at.”

Shit, it really sounded like Luis was just another victim in this whole clusterfuck of a mission. Not only was he proving helpful with information, but he’d probably be a good person to have by his side fighting out of here, too.

“Any further questions, amigo?” Luis smiled. “Or can we get on with it?”

Leon bit back a smile and rewarded Luis with a firm stroke of his hand that had the man gasping. Because despite the grating humor, Luis was a good man, was cooperating and giving himself to Leon so sweetly—

“Oh,” Luis said, his downright lecherous grin pulling Leon from his thoughts. “Looks like I’m not the only one excited about the situation.”

Luis’ eyes were glued to Leon’s crotch and he swallowed the humiliation of getting caught: he’d been hard for a good while, now.

“I’m not…” Leon tried. He wasn’t even sure what he was going to say. Aroused? Attracted to men? Both were clearly not true.

“Oh, loosen up, amigo,” Luis scoffed. He lifted one of his legs, bending it at the knee. “Here. Grind against me.”

Leon flushed at the shameless display. He knew that he should argue, that his own pleasure wasn’t part of the deal, and that rutting up against a stranger wasn’t something he was eager to file into a mission report.

On the other hand, it wasn’t hurting anybody. Whether he liked it or not, Leon was stuck here, at least until a guard came back and he could steal a key or something. Nobody would know except him and Luis.

“Please,” Luis begged, desperation in his eyes. “I know you will feel so good. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, just please, Leon…”

And looking at Luis straining against his handcuffs, with his cock jutting out hard and leaking, the suave mask slipping with how much he was aching for it, Leon stopped resisting.

“Okay,” Leon said. “Okay, just hold on—”

Leon lowered Luis back down on his feet and hurried to unzip his own, too-tight pants. He breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled his erection free from its confines.

“Mierda, yes,” Luis moaned. “You look so good. Give it to me.”

With trembling legs, Leon stepped close, slotting his hips against Luis’ and making both of them groan when their dicks slid over each other.

“Yes, just like that,” Luis breathed, his eyes slipping shut.

Leon thrust against Luis, once then twice, and though it felt good, felt warm and hot and so very good against his throbbing dick… The position was awkward as they just stood there, hands uselessly chained together and Luis nearly stumbling with each of Leon’s thrusts, drastically reducing the much-needed friction between them.

And Leon couldn’t have that.

“Here.” Leon grunted with exertion as he pulled the chain taut above them and lifted Luis back into the air. “Wrap your legs around me, and—”

“Oh,” Luis breathed. He immediately hoisted himself up, surprisingly muscular legs squeezing around Leon’s hips and then dropping down, sliding his cock over Leon’s.

Leon bit his lip to stifle a groan; that had no business feeling as good as it did.

Luis, however, had no such inhibitions. He moaned long and loud and arched into it, shamelessly grinding his cock against Leon’s.

“Oh, this position was a wonderful idea,” Luis panted. “I take back everything I said about American stupidity.”

“You didn’t say anything about American stupidity.”

Luis grinned down at him, wild and completely unashamed. “It was implied.”

Leon huffed out something he would forever deny was a laugh and thrust up against Luis, feeling no small amount of satisfaction from the broken moan he earned for his efforts.

They quickly built up a rhythm; Luis raised and lowered himself against Leon’s crotch and Leon thrust up to grind against him on the downstroke. Each time, Leon’s cock rubbed against the silky hardness of Luis’ shaft and the roughness of his pants, pre-come wet and slippery between them as they chased their pleasure.

The room reeked of sweat and musk; Leon knew he didn’t exactly smell like roses on the second day of a mission and Luis had been stuck here for God knows how long. But after the stink of rot and death covering the whole village, the musky smell of their arousal might as well have been an expensive cologne from the way it made Leon’s cock harden and only encouraged him to thrust harder, faster, more.

“Fuck,” Leon cursed. “Fuck, Luis, you’re so…”

“I could say the same,” Luis grinned even as sweat pooled on his brow from exertion. “God, Leon, you feel so good—ah!”

Luis threw his head back in ecstasy, his mouth open in another moan as he rode Leon for all he was worth. And Leon watched: shamelessly stared at Luis’ face scrunched up in pleasure and the long line of his exposed throat working as he swallowed between the filthy noises escaping his mouth, all the while he worked his body against Leon’s.

“Shit,” Leon panted, the arousal building hard and fast. “I’m close.”

“Me too,” Luis said, picking up his pace, grinding against Leon’s dick. “Don’t stop, Leon, please don’t stop, I’m—”

Luis gasped and abruptly leaned in, kissing Leon hot and open-mouthed and groaning his release. 

And Leon didn't do anything to stop him. He only moaned into Luis’ mouth and thrust up against Luis’ dick wetly spasming between them, working the other man through his orgasm.

Soon, Luis relaxed against him, pulling away from the sloppy kiss to murmur against Leon’s mouth. “Mm, that was nice.”

“Luis…” Leon’s whole body was trembling; he was so close.

“Oh, cariño.” Luis leaned his forehead against Leon’s, the endearment shooting straight to Leon’s cock. “Take what you need. Make yourself feel good.”

Luis kissed him properly, then, lips and tongue sliding against Leon’s and his stubble rasping against Leon’s chin. One of his hands came down to cradle Leon’s head, holding him in place. 

Leon moaned, no longer caring how loud he was, thrusting up again and again, against Luis’ now softening dick and into the sticky mess between them. 

Luis whined from oversensitivity, his hand tightening in Leon’s hair and pulling, and…

Leon came with a groan, pumping his release all over Luis’ spent dick and his stupid jacket.

Luis was still kissing him, humming in satisfaction as Leon came and came and came. The hand in Leon’s hair loosened its hold and—

Wait. The hand? The hand that was supposed to be cuffed overhead by the pulley wheel?

Luis’ legs left Leon’s sides and just as Leon pulled away from the kiss in confusion, the chain he’d been holding all this time went slack and he promptly fell backwards on his ass. 

“What the hell!?” Leon demanded, struggling to right himself and fixing Luis with a demanding stare.

Luis, who was back on his feet, inexplicably free from his restraints and already buttoning his pants.

“Oops?” Luis grinned, not seeming the least bit apologetic. Something familiar and metallic glinted in his hand… A lockpick?

“Give me that!” Leon attempted to surge up for the item, but stumbled over the chain. Mortified, he realized that his dick was still out and hurried to put himself back into his pants.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Luis said, stepping back out of the chain’s reach. “Wouldn’t want you to injure such a pretty face.”

Realization crashed over Leon. “You’re not a police officer, are you?”

Luis grinned and twirled the lockpick between his fingers. “And here I thought you enjoyed our little roleplay.”

“So, what? You’re with them?” Leon sneered.

“Oh, please,” Luis scoffed. “I work solo. I have my own mission here, and now I know you aren't a threat to it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Leon said.

“You are Leon, an American agent; a highly esteemed special agent, I would guess, as you don’t have a team with you,” Luis said. “Your mission is to rescue the president's daughter who was kidnapped by the cultists. You were most likely hired by the American government or maybe even the president himself.”

Leon stared at the man before him who easily rattled off the details of Leon’s top secret mission. Gone were Luis’ easy smiles and the flirtation from before, replaced with a cold, analytical aura that Leon could scarcely recognize as the same man.

Then, it hit him. Luis had been able to get free from his chains this entire time. To get information out of Leon, Luis had chosen to let him believe that he was helpless, that Leon had full control over the situation. And just like that rookie six years ago, Leon had played right into his hands.

Luis tossed the lockpick on the floor, in full reach of Leon.

“Good luck, amigo,” Luis said. He wiped at a white stripe of spend on his jacket and then winked at Leon. “Thank you for the souvenir.”

Luis proceeded to saunter out of the door and Leon was left kneeling there, staring after Luis and feeling exactly like an idiot who had just been beaten at his own game.