#sicario

A year after Alejandro healed he immediately visited Miguel, a month after that he found you, scratch that, he searched you. A month it took for him to befriend you again, the first time you met each other was when both of you are working for Graver, he was a sicario, and you were a HUMINT agent, not much in common, but your social butterfly skill has taken him under your control, at least that's what he made you think.

Two months of being friends, sort of, lines blurred once or twice, but you held it back because why would you want to repeat history. But Alejandro has a way of making you melt, turning you into a puddle of whining and whimpering. Your bare back against his chest, he is still fully clothed and has every control of you, he had you completely naked in just a few seconds, his three fingers are thrusting in and out deep inside your pussy. Your legs are tangling with his, making it impossible for you to close the juncture between your thighs. He really love to torture you.

Three months of being friends with benefits, usually he'd come to your place at night, fucked you until you forgot the time, at the end he'll drape the blanket over you, if you want more kisses then you'd have to ask, and then Alejandro finally have a smoke. Sometimes he'd stay for breakfast, using the kitchen like it's his, and your guts tell you that this is his tactics. Or he'd knock on your door at the most random time to give you the fast food he ordered for you, Alejandro didn't order for himself, he'd rather watch you eat. He took pride in knowing your favorites.

By the seventh month both of you are in a steady and established relationship, though it happened after you confronted him, a one sided arguments, a day of cold shoulders, and making up. You had demanded him to ask you 'the' question, Alejandro asked you to be his partner, quietly and almost like he'd rather die than asking, you said no, the look on his face is scaring you, so you immediately told him that you want to be his girlfriend, Alejandro sighed and he asked you to be his girlfriend eventually. It took his whole pride and ego.

Two months into your relationship, it was stiff, but that's just Alejandro. Sex is frequent, but everything out of that is not much, he isn't one to talk about his feelings, you know it. Alejandro likes to spend his time with you, not to talk, just to watch you, your reaction, your moves. And that's the problem, he never talk about his feelings or his opinion, every date feels one sided, like he's forced to be here with you, even though in the first place he was the one seeking you.

At the third month you've had enough, you confront him again, and of course Alejandro dismissed you. You told him that you are confused, this relationship isn't going anywhere. You told him that you knew you shouldn't have engaged in everything he does, Alejandro asked why you did it if you knew it'll end like this, you can't answer him. So you suggested a break up, all he needs to do is step out of your apartment, after all Alejandro doesn't have anything of his inside your place.

“Give it time," he said, too calm, too composed, his eyes dead set on yours to show you that he is serious about it. You shake your head, you told him, "if you’re not willing to open up to me, then there is no other way. I’ve shared every side of me with you, and I still don’t know any of yours."

“That’s not who I am," he shake his head, and the argument ended just like that. Alejandro didn't stay after that, he didn't even look back as he walk away from your door. And for a few days it stays that way, he didn't come back, he didn't call, he didn't seek you anymore. And life gets easier on you, you knew you made the right choice.

Your boss hasn't been sending you as much work as before, the projects that used to pile on your desk stop coming altogether, just two or three manila folders instead of eight you usually got. The colleague you despised has transfered to a different location, and the office feels less tense, less exhaustion. You sleep better knowing you don't have to think about projects and deadlines, if anything you thought of reconnecting with your friends.

That was until you opened your front door when you heard a familiar and rhythmic knock, you didn't open it fully, because you just know. It's Alejandro, "better?" he murmured softly, a ghost of smirk on his face. You look at him in disbelief, "you can't just show up like this," you said, anxiety is bubbling in your stomach, his foot stepping in between the door and the threshold as you pushed it.

"I just did... Let me in," he whispered your name softly, he leans closer to you, you pushed the door again but his foot won't budge. "A minute, cariño," he murmured softly, too softly, too uncanny, Alejandro would never call you with pet names. But still, you let him in, he got inside and close the door behind him, his hand reaching back to lock the door without looking away from you.

Alejandro stepped onto your space, his right hand pulling you close by your waist as he kiss your lips slowly, you closed your eyes, lips still not moving to his rhythm, then his right hand travel up to your nape, his fingers gripping your hair harshly, as if forcing you to kiss him back.

The rest of the night is a blur, you didn't know how many times you've come for him, but now you are laying on the dinner table with Alejandro in between your thighs. You are completely naked, while of course, his shirt is still intact, though his slacks is somewhere by the front door, the sleeves of his shirt is folded up, giving you a good view of his forearms.

Alejandro continues to thrust into you, not too slow, not too fast, edging you, he always love to torture you, nothing ever changed. His fingers is pinching your clit, his left hand is gripping your hips so harsh to bruise it. You can't deny the fact that you missed his fat cock, it fills you up like no one else does, curved just right.