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There’s very few things that send Leon down a spiral as bad as this one.
Tough jobs. Nightmares. Diagnosed PTSD and pressure to get therapy. (What does he need therapy for? So someone can tell him he’s sad? He already knows that.)
And his period.
It’s probably because of the stress, he thinks, waking up in a panic because these are the only pants he brought and they’re fucking soaked in the back and-
“Everything okay?” Luis asks him, stretching his back from his place on the floor. They slept in one of the abandoned houses in the village. That’s right. Luis had offered his jacket, but Leon said no…they ended up cuddling anyway in the chill of the night. That’s right.
Leon scoots away, standing up in a way that makes sure Luis doesn’t see his backside.
“I’m fine,” He says shortly. He’s lucky these pants are black, but he knows from experience that anything can make a stain if it’s dark enough…even blood.
Luis stands there. “Are you uh…sure?” He asks, craning his neck to see what was being hidden. “Is there anything I can do to h-“
“No,” Leon snaps, and he immediately feels bad. “I’m sorry,” He sighs. “It’s just-I’m-“ God, how does he say this? This has never happened before, and even when it has, he’s been alone.
Luis’ eyebrows knit together and he takes a step forward.
“Just…?”
Maybe Luis could actually help. Maybe he knows where the nearest bathroom is that isn’t a hole in the ground! Maybe he’s even got some tampons hidden in the pockets of that dumb jacket. Who knows.
There’s no use in trying to hide it. He’ll find out one way or another, and he’d rather just say it than have Luis put the pieces together himself.
“I’m on my period,” Leon blurts out.
And Luis laughs.
He winces when Luis laughs.
“That’s funny,” He says. “But really, what’s wrong? You’re acting weird, amigo. It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, but y’know, I-“
Leon huffs, looking away. “It’s not a joke,” He says impatiently. He’s fucking bleeding and the cramps have already started and he’s NOT going to cry out of frustration but if one more little thing goes wrong he might just put his fist through the wall.
Luis’ face falls, and instead of the humorous grin he wears a look of timid curiosity.
“Uh-“
“I’m trans, Luis,” Leon says sharply. “Transgender. I have a-I have-girl parts.”
It feels awful to say.
He sighs. “And-And I really just need to get to a bathroom or something that has…you know…”
Luis doesn’t seem to respond for a moment.
That’s it Leon, you’ve done it now. You fucked it all up. You and your stupid hormones and stupid body. Nobody wants to fight alongside a GIRL, Leon. You should’ve just kept your mouth shut. Idiot.
“I think I know a place we can go,” Luis finally says, and it breaks through Leon’s intrusive thoughts.
He gestures behind him. “There’s an old orphanage a ways back, they were a ah-all girl’s block.” He grimaces a little when he says it. “But I think they might have what you’re looking for…?”
Leon swallows the lump in his throat. “Okay,” He says. He still won’t make eye contact. “Let’s go.”
It’s not the funnest trek he’s ever been on. In fact, it might be one of the worst. His boxers don’t do much of anything but get sticky and wet. Every time a gush of blood comes out he wants to curl up and die. It’s not fucking fair. Why here? In Spain, really? He’s had WAY more stressful missions that haven’t triggered this thing before.
Luis leads him into the worn down orphanage and Leon immediately starts to scavenge. He knows where to look. He leaves Luis in what’s left of the lobby, standing awkwardly with his hands in his pockets.
Upstairs, that’s where he hits the jackpot. Dresser drawers, linen closets, bathroom cupboards, he digs through it all. What he finds is a little old-fashioned, but it’ll do. He’d take just about anything at this point to soak up this stupid blood.
And luckily enough, his pants aren’t soaked all the way through. Unluckily, his boxers are done for. He stares at the open, abandoned drawer of some girl who’s probably dead now and picks out a pair of panties with glazed over eyes.
It’s just so the pad will stay put, his mind tells him. It’s just for easier access when he needs to change a tampon out.
He shoves what he needs into the deepest part of his pouches so he doesn’t have to think about it and waddles downstairs, feeling gross. He’s still cramping like a motherfucker, but he’s felt worse. So he’s going to grit his teeth and stick it out because he’s got a mission to take care of and he’s already off course.
“I don’t know how much help I can be, but if it’s any consolation from me,” Luis says sheepishly. “You’re not any less of a man in my eyes, Leon.”
There’s a brief pause.
“I mean-it shouldn’t matter, if you have-you know, ah…”
“I get it,” Leon says, focused on reloading his gun. He pauses and a small smile curls his lips. “…Thanks, Luis.”
As much as he hated getting the “you’re still a man to me!” speech, it…felt kind of nice to hear it from Luis. Someone who he knew was genuine. He’d have rather not had the conversation at all, but it’s not as bad as he feared.
It’s not like he denies his own identity. He knows who he is. He’s a man. Always has been.
There’s just times like these that make it hard to keep that flame alive.
They continue on their way, and every time Luis flashes a worried glance at him he dies a little inside. Yeah, sure, maybe everything hurts. Maybe every time they scale a rock cliff or jump down off of a ledge he grunts in pain, the dull waves of pain shooting through him, but he’s FINE, okay?
“It’s the ah, cramps, isn’t it?” Luis tests after Leon made them sit down for a break, his chest heaving and a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. He’s hit with hot flashes that make his head spin and he’s just pissed off at this point.
“Something like that,” He grumbles in reply, his leg bouncing as he sits doubled over, arms tight around his abdomen.
He can feel Luis’ eyes on him.
“Is there anything I can do?” He asks cautiously.
“Unless you’ve got a bottle of ibuprofen, no.”
His mind’s racing through all of the at-home remedies for cramps he can remember.
Painkillers? No.
Applying heat? There’s only fire, and there’s no way in hell he’s doing that.
Tea? There’s no tea. There’s some suspicious looking leaves, but they’ll probably kill him if he boils them in water and drinks it.
There’s really only one remedy he knows will work, and is readily available. But he can’t do that. Not right now.
“I can hear you thinking from over here,” Luis chirps, trying to lighten the situation.
Leon needs to cum. He needs an orgasm. Without fail, they’ve always been able to make his cramps disappear, but how does he sneak away without explicitly saying, “Hey, Luis, I’m gonna go jerk off real quick, mind watching my stuff?”
“Sorry,” He says quickly. “I was just.” He shakes his head. “Sorry.”
Standing, Luis cocks an eyebrow. “Ready to go?”
A deep, primal urge pushes Leon to blurt it out. He’s really on thin ice today with this saying-whatever’s-on-his-mind thing.
“Luis,” He says, standing as well. “You’d help me, right?”
“Uh…yeah, I just said that, didn’t I?”
Hesitating, Leon open and closes his mouth, making a noise of discontent as he looks around.
“I need to have an orgasm,” He says, then follows up quickly with, “for my cramps, I mean. I need to-orgasms-they uh, help with the cramps.”
It sounds like a really poor case. A really poor argument that’s a thinly veiled invitation of sex.
Luis stares at him. “So, you,” He starts slowly. “Need my help with that?”
“Well-no, I-I mean, I-you CAN, but like, I just wanted you to know, in case I-“ Leon stammers and cuts himself off, groaning as he covers his face. “…Forget it. Can we please pretend I never said anything?”
“Well I definitely can’t do that,” Luis says with a snicker. He takes a step forward, hands in his pockets. They stand at this impasse, not exactly eye to eye but still equally at match point. “But I can admit that I do find you very handsome, cowboy.”
Leon balks. “Luis, really, you don’t have to-“
Luis’ lips are…surprisingly soft. His beard scratches Leon’s face and he makes this awkward sort of choking noise when it happens because he’s so taken back by it.
“I really do like you, Leon,” Luis murmurs against his lips. “And I’d like to help you out, if that’s okay?”
His voice sends a shiver down Leon’s spine. Oh shit. Yeah. Yeah, this…this could work.
Leon nods. “Okay,” He breathes. “Yeah. Okay.”
Luis shoves them into another one of those abandoned houses. It’s dirty as hell, but he doesn’t think they’ll make it to anything close to a bed anyway. He’s pressed against the wall, next to the door because Luis is hungry.
“Been wanting to do this for a while?” Leon gasps, letting himself smile while Luis presses open-mouthed kisses to his exposed neck.
“You have no idea,” Luis groans. He drops to his knees and something twists in Leon’s stomach. It’s not a cramp.
“Luis,” He says, panting. “Are you sure you wanna-I mean-“ He stammers, grimacing a little.
Chuckling, Luis unbuckles his belt. “What? You think I’m going to get grossed out?” Shimmying Leon’s pants around his thighs, he smoothes his hands up his skin. “Just relax,” He tells Leon. “This is supposed to help you, remember?”
Whining, Leon covers his face. “I know, but what if-“ He grumbles, trailing off when Luis eases the panties down his thighs. It’s too late now.
The pad he wears crinkles when the panties come down and he winces. There’s no way in hell he’s looking down right now, because he knows that it’s soiled and he knows Luis can see it and that there’s probably blood on his dick too and in between his thighs and-
“Gorgeous,” Luis says.
Oh.
He sucks on his fingers before teasing them around Leon’s dick. It’s extra sensitive, of course, but having someone else’s hand on it makes Leon jerk forward involuntarily. He covers his mouth with his hand, biting back a whine.
“That good already?” Luis says with a smirk. “Please, querido, you’re inflating my ego too much.”
Leon feels his face heat up. “I’m just-sens-ah-tive,” He grits out, feeling Luis’ curious fingers, lubed up with his period blood (gross! Why is Luis enjoying this so much?) rub him softly. And he continues that, the pads of his fingers tacky with blood.
But then Leon feels something a lot warmer-a lot wetter-slide over his dick.
“Luis,” He gasps, thighs spreading. “No, don’t-oh my Goddd.”
Luis latches his mouth over Leon’s cunt, humming as his tongue swirls over his dick.
“That’s so nasty,” Leon says, his voice barely a whisper. But he covers his mouth with his hand and fights the moans wants to tear up his throat. He feels something dribble down his inner thigh and doesn’t know if it’s blood or cum.
Luis chuckles, and when Leon looks down his lips are stained red. He looks away because it makes something primal stir within him even though that’s gross, that’s period blood and it should NOT look hot when it’s smeared into Luis’ beard.
“From how you’re twitching up there, I don’t think you really believe that, do you?” Luis says cheekily. He spreads Leon’s lips and dives back in, licking a fat stripe up his dick and making him shiver.
Knees nearly buckling, Leon catches himself against the wall. “Fuck,” He mumbles shakily. “Feels so good.”
Luis prods at the entrance to his cunt with a finger, silently asking for permission. Leon opens his legs in reply. It slips into the warm gush of blood dribbling into his palm.
“I’m sorry,” Leon groans, hands flat against the wall as he arches his back.
Luis laughs at him again, easing another finger into the wet mess that is Leon’s cunt.
“You act like you forced me to do this, cariño,” He purrs. “Stop apologizing, and let me make you feel good, eh?”
Leon bites his tongue and nods, eyelashes fluttering when Luis latches onto him again. It’s so fucking warm and wet he feels like he’s about to lose it. He can’t tell what’s coming out of him anymore-blood, cum, squirt, whatever. It just feels awesome.
Luis eats it up. His free hand holds Leon’s hips in place, thumb rubbing circles on his stomach. He crooks his fingers up and gets a well-earned whine out of Leon that makes him smile. He’s placing sloppy wet kisses onto Leon’s dick, and when he slurps at a mixture of blood and his own spit Leon yelps and pushes at his head.
“Don’t do that!” He scolds, groaning. “That’s-ugh, you’re so gross, Jesus.”
“Ah, but you liked it?” Luis teases. Leon’s cheeks are bright red, and he looks away pouting when he sees that stupid blood-stained grin.
“Sh-hah-shut up,” He replies, his legs becoming weak again.
“Fuck, Luis, I’m-I don’t know-it’s, oh my God,” He chokes out, swallowing the lump in his throat. Luis pistons his fingers in and out now. They squelch loudly every time but Leon’s too far gone to be embarrassed anymore.
“Never pinned you as the talkative type,” Luis notes, and his voice sounds nearly as strained as Leon’s is.
Smacking the wall behind him, Leon throws his head back. “I’m just-holy shit, it feels so good,” His voice trembles, the muscles in his thighs twitching because he’s so tense.
Luis stops talking, and God, Leon feels it. Scrabbling against the wall, he arches into Luis’ mouth, cumming so hard his knees buckle and he has to catch his breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He whines high in the back of his throat, cunt throbbing.
He squirts so fucking hard he actually feels even more embarrassed about that than anything else because it just won’t stop coming out.
But Luis doesn’t seem to mind, and laps at his dick, easing him through it and getting damn near soaked in the process while he hums contentedly.
He rubs Leon slowly, the pads of his fingers smooth and wet. “Feeling better?” He coos, digits lazily slipping in and out of the gushy mess that is Leon’s pussy. He presses kisses up the blonde’s thigh, his voice gravelly.
“Jesus,” Leon breathes, legs trembling. “You-fuck.”
He looks down and sees what should be a murder scene. Luis’ chin is covered in blood, glistening red. His right hand looks the same.
He notices Leon’s eyes on him and sticks his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. He wipes his mouth on the collar of his shirt as he stands and it leaves a pretty red stain.
“Gross,” Leon whimpers. “Uh-do you need me to, you know-“ He gestures down, making a fist and jerking it up and down.
Luis laughs. What? What’s so funny?
“No,” He finally says, and his face actually turns a shade of red Leon’s never seen before. “It sort of…took care of itself, if you know what I mean.”
Leon pauses to register.
“You,” He says, eyebrows knit together. “Wait, you came? Like, while you were eating me out?”
Luis swallows thickly, giving him a sheepish smile.
“Oh my God,” Leon says, his jaw droppng. “That’s…hot. Really hot.”
Luis clicks his tongue.
“I’m glad you think so, because now I have to walk around with it in my boxers, eh?”
Leon rolls his eyes and gingerly disposes of the old pad, inserts a tampon and cleans the mess on the inside of his thighs the best he can with the old rags inside the house, his skin hot as he feels Luis’ eyes on him.
Christ, Leon, the dude just ate you out like a vampire but he can’t watch you put a tampon in?
“So, are your cramps gone?”
Luis leans on the old kitchen table, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Leon says sheepishly, looking away. “Um-thank you. For that. You really didn’t have t-“
“I wanted to,” Luis interrupts, leaning forward. A soft hand trails up underneath Leon’s shirt.
Luis’ breath is hot on the shell of his ear. “You’re very intoxicating, you know? I’ve had been wanting to do that for a while, actually.”
Leon stifles a laugh. “Yeah, well…your breath smells like period blood,” He says in the same sultry tone. God, he’s so awkward.
Digging in his pocket he pulls out a piece of gum and holds it between them, ultimately stopping the kiss Luis was leaning in for.
“Aw,” Luis pouts. But he takes it anyway.
“Maybe later,” Leon promises, readjusting his holsters. Luis follows behind like a kicked puppy when they start back on the trail for Ashley.
Because later could NOT come soon enough.