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Something was wrong with Leon. 

Okay that much was obvious, he’d occasionally been coughing up blood and had passed out on the lake in a sinking boat for several hours. But it felt like something else was wrong too. Something was crawling around within his chest, over his organs, though that… didn’t feel like the only thing wrong with his chest. Christ what the fuck was happening to him?

Nope, that didn’t matter! What mattered was getting to Ashley. He needed to save her, that was his mission. 

He finally had the key to the church, now all he had to do was get back. He passed by the Merchant, his weird shooting range thing, and through the doors back towards the church. Finally things seemed to be going his way!

Nevermind, there was a huge monster he had to fight. Leon internally groaned as he sprinted across the quarry, dodging fists and feet and desperately shooting at this thing until one of those giant… worm things came out of its back. Gross. 

Throughout the fight, Leon could definitely feel something off about his chest, but he couldn’t focus on that right now damn it! Even if every brush of his arm or hit when he landed made sparks of sensitivity rush through him. Ow. 

That dog that Leon had freed from a beartrap earlier jumped in to help him out, thank god. With the help of said dog, Leon finally could take down the giant ogre thing. As the area quieted, Leon allowed himself just a few seconds of rest on a rock, below the ledge that the dog had decided to rest on itself. He gave the dog a couple pets as he caught his breath, and then it was back up to get to the church. 

He didn’t realize it until he was quietly trying to make his way back across the cemetery in front of said church, but he’d been absentmindedly rubbing at his pecs the entire time. They just felt so strangely sensitive. The area was oddly warm too. Maybe something in the water had scratched him enough through his shirt that he was having some kind of allergic reaction? Not that Leon would know of any allergies like that. No, that couldn’t be it.

Before he knew it, the church doors were opening in front of him. Right. Ashley. No time. 

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Finally, Leon and Ashley had made it past the villagers. They stood under the protection of the town hall roof, where the Merchant had also set up shop conveniently. Leon was feeling far too sensitive in the chest now, far more than before. It was like there was a pressure building up there, with no way to release. He hated how uncomfortable he was. His own personal discomfort really shouldn’t be bothering him as much as it was when they needed to get the hell out of here. 

Ashley… well she couldn’t really help but stare at her savior. He’d protected her thus far, and also had an American accent, so it was most likely that he wasn’t a spy or anything for this cult that wanted her here. 

Why she was staring though… well she couldn’t help it! Leon was probably the hottest man she’d ever met, this guy was the government agent her father had sent out? Maybe he chose someone he thought would be good for Ashley. Well if it was on looks alone good lord did her father choose well. 

She couldn’t help but notice while she stared the way that Leon rubbed at his chest, like he was uncomfortable. It reminded her of the way she’d rub at her chest while on her period sometimes, when her breasts would be sensitive and swollen. Weird… Was Leon…? She shook her head, not the time to think about that. 

Soon enough they were back out there, Leon shooting all of these “people” and then running. And more running. And some more running. Sometimes Leon would hoist her up to get a ladder or unlock a door, but it was mostly just running and avoiding attacks by the monsters that surrounded them. Ashley tried not to think too much about how strong Leon was, when he could lift her so effortlessly. Christ, every moment she spent with this man just made her want him more. 

Finally, Ashley burst into the cabin once she’d found a way out safely for Leon and Luis while they fought the hordes of villagers. The three ran out and across a small drawbridge, to which Leon shot the crank and it closed behind them, leaving the villagers behind. 

As they caught their breath, Ashley began to cough up blood, gasping with fear as Leon tried to comfort her. Luis luckily could explain the situation, the… plaga. They had parasites inside of them, and they would grow until they became like those people they just fought, mindless drones, husks of their former selves.

“Are there… any other symptoms?” Leon asked softly after a moment of silence. 

“Like what?” Luis raised an eyebrow at the other man, clearly eyeing him up and down to figure out what he could be talking about.

“Uh.” Leon cleared his throat. Don’t be embarrassed about it, clearly Luis knows what he’s talking about, “I’m just having… sensitivity. In the chest area.” he said quickly.

“Ashley, are you experiencing this sensitivity?” Luis asked as he turned to the young girl.

Ashley shook her head, “No, no. Trust me I would know. With the way I’ve seen him touch his pecs, I would definitely notice if I felt like that.” she admitted sheepishly. She averted her gaze away from Leon, she had just admitted that she had been looking at him, after all. 

Leon bit the inside of his cheek, “That obvious? Shit.” he mumbled, “Sorry about that.” 

“No! No it’s fine, Leon.” Ashley smiled at him in an attempt to reassure his thoughts, “Look, we’re all having a weird day.”

Luis nodded as he listened to the two, “So is it just sensitivity? I might be able to have a look, but… not right now. It’ll have to be later, very strange though.” he said to both of them, “The clock is ticking! No more time for questions.”

Leon sighed heavily as the other man left, he looked to Ashley and then nodded carefully to her as he called Hunnigan to report in. 

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The women with chainsaws were dead, the rest of the villagers slowly falling to the ground as Leon shot them one by one. Just one left, luckily only the one villager here had exploded into the mass of tentacles and bony protrusions that Leon had dealt with earlier. But with every shot to the parasite, those horrible squealing noises made his torso squeeze with pain. Finally with a loud screech, the villager’s body fell.

However Leon did too. He collapsed to his knees and gasped for air, so much pressure in his chest. It all centered at his nipples, why? Why on earth would it be like that? Was it the gunshots irritating his muscles? No, that didn’t make sense as to why it felt like this. The screeching… Was that it? Was the plaga inside of him reacting to the pain of the other parasites?

Something was deeply wrong with him. 

“Leon!” Ashley shouted as she ran over to her savior, “Come on- We can’t stay here!” she said quickly as she did her best to help him to his feet. 

Leon did his best to ignore the pain, ignore the pressure in his swollen pecs. But it hurt, it pinched at his nerves and made every movement of his arms sore. He hissed as he finally got himself upright, “Yeah, yeah sorry.” he spoke quickly. Stop touching, stop touching ! Leon set the crank in place and carefully cranked open the lock to the door. Then they were through.

There was a tiny, abandoned house. But if the area was clear, it was probably suitable enough for Leon to assess himself. There had to be something he could do. He pulled the fabric of his shirt away from himself, it stretched more than he was used to… that’s weird. This shirt is usually looser. No, it was probably just because he was wet, with the rain, the lake, the blood and guts constantly being spilled on him, that made sense. Mostly.

Ashley trailed behind Leon, even when he was clearly in pain and discomfort that he’d probably never felt before, she could see how determined he was to keep her safe. She watched him check behind every corner and then the perimeter of the small house as she waited inside. It wasn’t a great blockage from the rain, considering the state of the roof, but it was enough for a few minutes of rest. 

Ashley watched as Leon carefully dropped inside and then sat himself at the small table across from the locked door. A rusty, old chain held it shut, Leon could likely kick it open as he had with several other locks and doors in this village, it didn’t seem to be much of a concern. 

Now, he had to see what the fuck was happening, he tried to somewhat turn away from Ashley as he observed his pectorals, and… that didn’t seem right. Were they bigger than before? No, no they couldn’t be. Could they?

Oh his pecs were bigger alright, Ashley could see the way that shirt stretched around them. Over the course of the several hours they’d been together now, she’d watched that shirt get tighter and tighter. Admittedly, it wasn’t a lot, but it was definitely enough to be noticeable. She couldn’t help but continue to stare as Leon carefully touched his chest. His nipples were hard, though she couldn’t blame him, it was cold and rainy, surely her own would be the same if she checked.

But she definitely couldn’t pull her eyes away from Leon trying to relieve the pain in his chest. The shirt so tight it was practically suctioned against his nipples. Ashley tried not to think about getting her mouth around them too much. She stayed silent, unabashedly staring at this point.

Fuck. She didn’t think it could be this hot to see a guy touch his chest. But the way Leon’s hands shook, the pink that dusted his face. He was truly a sight to see. Ashley really didn’t want to look away. But Leon… he glanced up at her, then tried to turn away from her more. She took that as the sign to stop, so she hopped off the table she had planted herself on to wander the tiny house, maybe it was a shed? There didn’t seem to be any sections, rooms, nothing like the villager houses she’d seen before. 

Finally, now Ashley had fucking left. Leon didn’t know how much longer he could take being stared at like that, it had been way too fucking long since he’d been with someone and Ashley, being the pretty girl she was, really wasn’t helping. 

Neither was this shit. 

Leon huffed as the gentle press of his fingers against his nipples didn’t do anything to help the internal pressure, though it did help with the pinching he felt there. Still, it didn’t feel any better even with his few minutes of prodding. He sighed to himself and decided a different, stranger method would have to do. 

He pressed his hand against his chest, palm right against his nipple, and pushed back, the same way he’d occasionally massage himself at home when he’d gone a little too hard on the workouts. 

Leon’s vision went white, he gasped, he must’ve let out some kind of sound because Ashley was rushing back over to him, “Leon! Leon, are you okay?!”

There was warmth against his hand, but the pressure had subsided some. Leon moaned with the relief that he wasn’t in so much pain now. But what the fuck was that sudden warmth? He pulled his hand away to observe, but couldn’t really tell what it could have been with the wetness already on his skin and shirt. He looked down at the other pec that he hadn’t just been holding. His hands went back to his chest completely, the one on the less pained breast barely cupped it and he felt something at his nipple. But- No. That couldn’t be right.

Leon looked up at Ashley, fear and confusion prevalent in his eyes as he looked to his other, aching pec. He bit his lip, god this was fucking embarrassing. He then positioned his hand differently on the untouched breast, so he could see the nipple this time. Fuck Ashley was right there, clearly worried about him. But he couldn’t do anything else about this- 

Though Ashley didn’t seem like she wanted to leave, or look away. She watched his hands intently, a hungry look in her eyes at the sight. Leon felt a shiver pass down his spine with that realization, shit. This… this was so fucking weird.

He took in a deep breath, then pressed down in as much of the same way as he did with the other breast that he could with his hand like this. He gasped, though this time his vision didn’t completely fail him. He could actually hear himself cry out, with relief or pleasure he didn’t even fucking know. 

What he did know was that something had squirted from his nipple. With enough force to pass through the tight shirt and land on his knee. Fuck. Fuck.

Milk. It was fucking breast milk, spraying out of Leon like he was a mother that heard a baby cry just after giving birth.

“Wh-what the fuck-” Leon gasped as he tore his hands away from himself, “What the fuck -” he gripped the edge of the table as he stared down at his pecs. He could feel it now, steadily leaking from him and into the shirt. It wasn’t noticeable, not from an outsider perspective. But he knew, and the painful pressure was still there. 

A hand was on his- Right, Ashley. She was still here. (She’d just heard Leon make the most humiliating noises of his fucking life oh god oh shit he was so fucking screwed-) he slowly looked up to meet her eyes, his breathing was still off, from the pain, the realization. God, what the hell was he going to do? How was he supposed to deal with this??

“Leon.” Ashley called to him gently, she had to get him back to earth, “Hey. I know you’re supposed to be my big strong hero right now and all, but you look like you might need some help.” she half joked, the same way Leon would to make light of the situation, “Do you want me to help?” 

“No-” Leon answered without thinking, he couldn’t. They had to keep moving, they had to-

He hissed as another shot of pain traveled over his nipples, shit. He groaned with frustration, “Fine! Fine. Yeah. Just- I don’t know how-” one hand went to his hair to run through it. He would’ve been worried about the milk on his hands getting in it, if it weren’t for the disgusting things he’d already covered himself in today. 

“Right!” Ashley honestly hadn’t expected Leon to say yes, but if he was asking for help, he really must need it. She had to do good! He was saving her from so much, she could do this for him without getting stupidly horny about it!

Well… maybe not. But he didn’t need to know that. 

Ashley reached to the hem of Leon’s shirt, “Make it easier. It’ll be sticky later if we leave it.”

“It’ll be sticky anyway, you’ve seen what I’ve been fighting all day.” Leon tried to quip and joke, but the biting sensitivity on his chest made it difficult to think properly, however he moved his arms so that Ashley could move his shirt to expose his pecs. She didn’t take it off, mostly because Leon didn’t move his arms enough to do so, but he did grab the edge to hold between his teeth. Just so it wouldn’t fall. His nipples held tiny white beads at their tips that slowly grew, and then slid down onto his abdomen, now that the shirt wasn’t there to somewhat soak it up. 

But good god did it make Ashley want to ride this man until he cried for mercy, holy shit. She shook her head, this wasn’t about her! This was about helping Leon!

Finally, finally her hands were on his bare skin, he gasped softly behind the fabric in his mouth at the contact. Keep the noises down, this isn’t sexual. She’s just helping with some weird medical condition. He repeated the mantra over and over in his head as she grazed her delicate fingers across his smooth chest. She seemed so fascinated by his body, though he couldn’t possibly guess why. 

Ashley finally snapped out of her daze of drooling over Leon, over his muscles, the sexy scars that littered his skin…. Focus! She had to get back on task! She cupped both pecs, then pressed down gently. Even with the slightest pressure he was practically streaming milk from his nipples. Clearly it felt good, with the way his knees twitched to stay closed in front of Ashley and the white knuckle grip he held on the table. Ashley couldn’t help but look up at his face, she had to see. 

And a sight it was, Leon’s face red with embarrassment and pleasure, blue eyes half lidded as he watched Ashley. He bit down on his shirt tighter as if it were a lifeline to keep his noises in, even though several would slip out of his throat anyway with a little bit of a harsher squeeze. 

Ashley swallowed at the sight, she had to resist the urge to kiss him desperately. But she did pull her hands away momentarily to tap at Leon’s knees, “Might be easier if I get closer?”

Leon groaned in response and dropped his legs open, plenty of space for her to sidle into, with full access to the agent’s chest. She placed her hands there again, this time with his nipples between her fingers as her entire hand grasped the swollen breasts Leon sported. She was careful with the pressure, as much as she wanted to go hard on him, obviously he was incredibly sensitive with these sudden changes to his body.

She coaxed out whatever noises she could get from him, soft moans and gasps with every press that was a little harder than it may have needed to be. She couldn’t help but smile as Leon lost himself to the sensations, watching as his eyes rolled back whenever Ashley brushed against one of his nipples. Huh. She’d never been in a role like this before, but she couldn’t say she disliked it. 

Leon couldn’t fucking think, he was so hard he was straining against his tactical pants, god he hoped Ashley wouldn’t notice, or that he could calm down enough after that they could continue on smoothly. This was more humiliating than any pretty boy insult or prank the soldiers at boot camp could have possibly done to him. He felt like he was on the brink of crying with pleasure, the sensations were almost too much, and he couldn’t stop the noises that slipped past his lips, just barely muffled by the fabric in his mouth. 

Finally, the milk seemed to slow to a trickle after several minutes of this near torture for Leon. This was the weirdest, yet maybe the hottest, thing that he had ever sexually experienced, and it wasn’t even sex! God he was going to be ruined for all of his future relationships after this shit is over. He squeezed his eyes shut as Ashley began to pull away. A single tear from all of the stimulation slid down his cheek as he caught his breath.

“Wow…” Ashley breathed as she took in the man before her. She could see just how hard he was, and she would’ve dropped to her knees to suck him off too if she didn’t hear the sounds of shouting, “Oh no. Leon-” she whipped around to look out the door in hopes that they weren’t too close by.

Leon immediately was back in protection mode, he stood up, brushed his shirt back into place, adjusted himself in his pants as subtly as he could, (even if Ashley was definitely staring) and pulled his gun from his holster, “Damn it.” he grumbled, clearly he was still recovering from that. But… he felt better. A lot better. The pain had subsided almost completely, and he felt like he could move properly again.

He glanced back to Ashley, mouth open to thank her. But he stopped short at the sight of her licking her fingers. The action made his still aching cock twitch again. He cleared his throat and breathed out shakily. No time for that. Not right now. 

Leon kicked the rusted chain on the door apart, then stepped out to assess where they needed to go. 

This was going to be a long night, wasn’t it?

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“This it?” 

“I'm afraid we're just getting started, amigo.” 

The minecart screeched to a stop, Leon quickly hopped out, eager to get out of the damn thing. It was falling apart, and being shot with a few flaming arrows certainly didn't help. 

They were at an impasse, a checkpoint, something like that. Leon sighed with some relief once they'd taken out the few Ganados that were here.

 He tried not to rub at his chest too much, he didn't know if he wanted Luis to know exactly what this parasite had done to him. But he was uncomfortable again, that same fullness from before spread over his chest. His clothes had mostly dried out by now, but Leon prayed that there weren't wet spots on his nipples where Luis could see. 

“Hey, Sancho. You mentioned another symptom of the Plaga, one I haven't heard before. You still have a sensitive chest?” Luis asked, suddenly in front of Leon. He'd been absentmindedly staring off into the distance while the other man wandered. 

Leon blinked to register what Luis said before he shrugged, “I mean... uh. Yeah.” He cleared his throat and turned away towards the next cart, “It's not… I'm sure the suppressant will work on it.” He said. 

Luis just laughed, “Oh? Well it's been a while since I gave it to you, my friend. It would have done its work already.” The light taps of Luis’ footsteps behind Leon drew closer. The agent tensed his arm on instinct, ready to tackle or throw Luis however necessary if he made a sudden move.

“And don't think I haven't noticed the em, changes that you've gone through here. Your eh… cómo es que se dice… pectorals, I have noticed, they have grown quite plump, if I must describe them. Is there something you want to tell me?” Luis' tone was teasing, as if he knew exactly what was happening to Leon but just wanted to make him admit it. 

Leon paused, he gulped as he tried to gather his thoughts, form the words to describe what was happening without making it sound so fucking sexual and horny. Fuck he was already getting hard again just thinking about touching his tits- 

Tits? Great. The Plaga was doing more than he thought to his brain.

“I- well yeah there has been… it's really fucking weird-” Leon suddenly felt Luis' presence behind him, far too close, when had he stopped paying attention? This wasn't a good sign, he tried to keep speaking, but then Luis’ hands were in front of him, in his vision for barely a second.

“Luis, what are you-” 

Leon’s body went stiff as Luis’ hands grabbed at his chest from behind and squeezed . A sharp gasp escaped him as electricity coursed through his veins, his muscles locking in place as he leaned back against Luis. He could barely register the noises in the area, no, those sounds were coming from Leon . Some kind of strangled gasps and whines that could have sounded like words but nothing legible could be made of them.

Milk sprayed with such force through his shirt that it landed at least a few inches in front of him on the ground before it coated Luis’ fingers. Leon’s hips moved of their own accord as he soaked his boxers with cum, they thrust desperately into the air, humping against nothing as his head rested against Luis’ shoulder, where he pressed most of his weight on the taller man.

Slowly, Leon began to gain proper consciousness again, he gasped for air as his body twitched with the aftershocks. What the fuck just happened? He’d never cum like that before, not to mention it was probably the hardest he’d ever cum in his life

“Mierda….” Luis whispered behind him, which reminded Leon that he was still there, hands still on his tits. Leon’s legs trembled as he struggled to hold himself up after that. He was still choking on air, milk still leaked in rivulets through his shirt and onto Luis’ fingers. 

“Fuck. Fuck.” Leon gasped once he finally felt as if he could speak again, “You fucking- Asshole!” he lightly struggled in Luis’ grip as he was carefully stepped back to a nearby bench to sit down. 

“Joder… Leon I… Lo siento. I didn't realize that it was this bad.” Luis couldn't help the nervous laugh that escaped him, “Heh, I was expecting a sexy noise from you, not all of this. Just how pent up have you been?”

He quickly sat down near Leon to find his canteen or something in order for the agent to be hydrated. If this was what happened with one good squeeze, then how much had Leon been producing? 

After a moment he managed to get Leon to drink some of the water, and smiled a little when the man finally looked at him, “Hola, Sancho.” He nodded once the agent finally seemed to be back online, “You feeling better?” 

Leon nodded slowly, then looked away again in embarrassment. Just what the hell was the Plaga doing to his body? He’d barely registered being aroused by the time Luis had touched him and yet he’d completely made a mess of himself with one touch. Lust still steadily thrummed through him, slowly building, Leon could tell now, but he couldn’t give in.

“Just- give me a warning next time.” Leon gave his own soft laugh to his own surprise, “But… uh. Yeah. That's…” did he seriously want that to happen again? 

Of course he did. Stop lying to yourself, Kennedy. Luis is an attractive man, and whatever the plaga was doing, even with the suppressant, it wanted his touch.

Luis nodded in understanding, “Is it alright if I take a look then? No touching, te prometo.” he held up both of his… milk covered hands for Leon to see. 

There was hardly a moment of hesitation where Leon bit his inner lip with his internal debate. He carefully lifted his shirt out of the way, “You can touch. It was just- Christ that's never happened before…” he breathed. Milk dripped from his swollen nipples onto his abdomen, he still felt so full even after earlier and Luis’ “help” just now. He held up his shirt with one hand at his neck, then braced himself with his other hand on the bench behind him. 

“Oh.. señor…” Luis groaned, his dick already twitching at the sight of Leon practically offering himself to the Spaniard, “Dios mio, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to contain myself.” He chuckled, “But I must! I am a scientist, after all.” He scooted closer to Leon to observe his swollen pecs. 

The nipples were hard, of course, but they were especially swollen, far more than was normal for a man like Leon. And of course the swelling with the entirety of his breasts. 

Luis hummed as he used two fingers to carefully lift one up to observe how they moved, almost surprised he didn't see a pair of scars underneath. But he said nothing about it, he had to focus, “And you said that you were sensitive here, sí? I can see why.” 

Leon huffed softly, “Shut up… I'm leaking milk , what the fuck am I supposed to do?” He grumbled, “They get all… full. It hurts after a while.” he finally admitted. It was weird, saying it aloud. Though it did make his dick twitch in interest once more.

Luis raised an eyebrow and looked up to Leon’s face, “Oh? That tells me that you've relieved this fullness at some point before.” He smirked as Leon’s blush deepened, “Do tell me, how did you do it?” Maybe Luis didn't need to know all the details, but thinking about Leon desperately trying to milk himself with all of that adorable confusion as to what was happening, fuck did it get Luis going. 

“Uh… Ashley… She helped me.” Leon admitted quietly, “I tried to do it myself, but it was just easier, and faster with her.” 

“Ah, la princesa.” Luis hummed, “Well… how did she do it then? I must know the technique. I may be a researcher, but I did grow up here, you know. I am well aware of how one should be treated in this situation.” 

“Are you calling me a cow?” Leon raised an eyebrow, that frown once again returning to his face. 

Luis snickered at the sight of Leon trying to be serious while he was exposing such a vulnerable area to the scientist, “Well, is there anything better to compare you to? Your tits are leaking like faucets.” He laughed once more as Leon looked away. 

The agent let go of his shirt and went to pull away from Luis, but the Spaniard grabbed his arm, “Oye! I'm only kidding, mi príncipe. Tell me what she did so I can help you,” 

As Leon carefully explained prior events, Luis’s hands slowly wandered back to his chest. He listened carefully as Leon did his best to recount the details of the situation, though he'd been distracted during this initial milking. Luis clearly was too at the moment, both hands now carefully rested on Leon’s breasts. They didn't press, didn't squeeze, just rested, a gentle weight upon Leon’s chest that was frankly starting to drive him insane with need. 

“Is that enough information? It fucking hurts, Luis.” He tried to snarl, though he just sounded too needy to be threatening. Which of course, only served to turn Luis on more, the impatience and desperation that came from the agent was absolutely riveting to see. All of those thick walls and hard stares broken down into whines and puppy dog eyes. Luis had never seen the plaga do this to someone before, what was so different about Leon?

Luis finally snapped out of his thoughts to get to work, “Of course, Sancho.” he winked.

 He cupped both pecs in his hands to assess their weight, then gently began to squeeze. He was careful and methodical, the same he would be when milking cows in his youth. However, this was far more arousing, as Leon occasionally pressed into Luis’s hands or let out cut off moans. It was cute, how he tried so hard to keep himself quiet even though the sensitivity was clearly having an effect. Luis could see just how hard the agent was under him, so soon after his last orgasm too. But he tried not to pay too much attention to that as he watched the milk flow from Leon’s nipples steadily. 

He could see how the agent’s hands gripped the bench under them and his shirt to keep it up above where Luis was working, shaking with the effort to stay still and quiet.

“ Joder , Leon…” he breathed. Slowly he moved forward, carefully scooting onto Leon’s lap as he pinched and pulled on his swollen, sensitive nipples.

Leon stared up at Luis, his eyes half lidded and lips parted as he looked up at Luis through his blond eyelashes, “Why’d you stop…?” He panted softly.

That made the Spaniard realize that he had, in fact, stopped milking Leon. His hands were still squeezing, but not moving. He glanced down to Leon’s lips, back to his eyes, then down to his hands. 

Luis crashed his lips against Leon’s then, he pulled on his nipples a little harder than before to get him to gasp. That made the space for Luis to push his tongue into Leon’s mouth, to lick over every part he could to stake his claim while the agent trembled beneath him. 

Leon bucked his hips up against Luis', every pinch and pull at his nipples forced a soft whine from him that Luis happily swallowed. He reached to hold Luis by the hips, if he wasn't holding him somewhere he felt like he'd go crazy. He moaned the other man’s name into his mouth, gasping once more when one breast was given a good squeeze to squirt out more milk. 

Luis pulled back from Leon, careful as he did. He could see the line of saliva that connected their lips together, only broken when Leon poked his tongue out to lick his lips. The Spaniard groaned at the sight, “Fuck. Leon… you're so beautiful like this. Let me fuck your tits, please.” He breathed, his eyes never left Leon, nor did his hands leave any part of his chest. 

Leon whined as Luis continued to milk him, even while trying to ask him something, “Seriously? I can't- they're not big enough.” He panted, his legs shook beneath Luis. 

“Oh, they're plenty big enough, hermoso.” Luis grinned as he finally pulled his hands away to undo his belt buckle and button to quickly pull his cock out, he only moved his pants and boxers down far enough to get them out of the way, to make it easy to do this, “Just squeeze them together, easy.”

Leon hesitated for a moment, he stared at Luis' cock before him as he worried his bottom lip. Fuck it was pretty, it had been a good while since he'd done anything with anyone, let alone a man, but Luis’ cock really had him drooling. He looked up again, then back down to his own chest, “Like…” he raised his hands to gently hold both breasts, a soft gasp left him due to the sensitivity. He pressed them together, a soft whine escaped his throat as he did. It was so wet, with his milk, sweat, maybe some saliva from their kissing. To think it would only get wetter, he could already see the tip of the other man’s cock twitch and drool a bit of precum out of the slit and down the head onto Leon’s stomach. 

“Mierda.” Luis ran his hand over the agent’s fairly defined abs, so powerful and yet he was so submissive underneath him now. He moved to sit on those abs, his knees on either side of Leon as the agent stared up at him, his blue eyes wet with tears and pupils dilated with pleasure. Luis bit his lip at the sight and couldn’t help but to reach up and swipe the hair out of Leon’s eyes and behind his ear, “Ready for me, querido?” he whispered.

“Just- get it over with.” Leon huffed, squeezing his pecs together tighter. It made him hiss as a larger spurt of milk escaped his nipples with the pressure.

Luis hummed as he slid his cock in the crevice that Leon had created with his tits, “Fuck. You’re so warm here, so soft too.” Leon’s pecs didn't cover all of his cock, they weren't quite big enough for that, but the warmth that radiated from the agent beneath him worked just fine in its place. He slowly pulled back, then pushed once more to find the angle that felt best.

“Bullshit, I'm covered in scars.” Leon grumbled as he tried to stay focused, he didn’t think he was sensitive enough for the feeling of Luis’s cock between his pecs to make his cock twitch nearly as much as it actually did. He would see the head peek up past them with every thrust, so close to his mouth.

Luis groaned as he watched Leon’s face, how he stared at his cock with those bright blue eyes, with wonder perhaps? He tried to thrust closer to Leon while the other still held his tits together tight. Luis breathed out shakily as his cock dragged against Leon’s shirt, bunched up under his chin. The rough fabric against sensitive skin made Luis shiver, “You look gorgeous, hermoso.” He breathed to the blond beneath him. 

Leon let out a soft whine as Luis’s cock tapped his lips with the next thrust. A small drop of precum smeared onto his lips. He shuddered as he licked his lips, tasting the salty substance. He then opened his mouth to let his tongue peek out and touch the head of Luis’ cock as it thrust toward him again, he wanted more of that taste, more of Luis . 

He heard the Spaniard moan above him, so Leon continued. He moved his head forward a little, which allowed Luis to thrust into his mouth, just barely. The tip would enter, where Leon would close his lips around it and lick at the slit of Luis’ cock, then it would be pulled away again, into the warmth and cooling wetness of Leon’s pecs. 

“Fuck… Leon…” Luis moaned above him, “I'm close, can I? On your face?” He looked down at the other, his thrusts slowing enough for the other to answer. 

Leon slowly looked up, the thought of Luis cumming on his face, it getting in his hair- Ugh, whatever. He was covered in so much other gross shit as is, “Yeah.” He breathed out after a moment, “Yeah. Go ahead.” 

A groan left Luis as Leon’s eyes met his, his gaze seemed so innocent, so genuine. Fuck he wasn't going to last much longer.

Luis took his hands and placed them on Leon’s pecs, to squeeze them tighter around his cock as he moaned above him. He thrust once, twice, then finally pressed forward as far as he could as he came. He could feel the milk still leaking from Leon over his fingers, Luis only added to the mess by thrusting again, determined to cover Leon with his seed. The way each rope landed on his face, in his hair and dripped down his chin, some mixed with the milk as Luis moved back. Fuck if Luis could get hard again this quickly he would have.

Leon panted softly as Luis pulled back, “Good?” He asked as he laid back to rest, even for just a moment. 

“Oh, it was more than just good , hermoso.” Luis chuckled. He glanced around, luckily he spotted a rag that rested on one of the windows. It probably wasn't the cleanest, but it wasn't covered in dirt or anything obvious. And at this point, Luis didn't think Leon cared either.

Luis cleaned himself up and made sure he was presentable before he returned to Leon, gently wiping off his chest and some of his face, “You look lovely like this,” he commented.

Leon just rolled his eyes, “Yeah, sure, I look like a freak.” 

“Maybe a little, but it seems I might be into that.” Luis helped Leon to sit up, “Feeling better now?” 

Leon nodded as he got his shirt back into place, “Yeah. Yeah, definitely less pressure there. Now I'm just even more sticky than I was before.” He shook his head with a soft chuckle. It was absurd, to be covered in so many bodily fluids of all sorts at this point, far more than he expected.

“You need some help there, Sancho?” Luis chuckled as he noticed the bulge in Leon's pants, “You helped me, it's only fair.”

“No, no.” Leon checked his guns as he walked over to a second minecart, “I'm fine. You've done plenty, we don't have much time.” He sighed, “Maybe later, when we're safe.” 

“I'll hold you to that, hermoso.” Luis hopped into the cart as Leon pushed it forward, off once more on their journey to save Ashley and get this damn parasite out.

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After being kicked in the stomach about three or four times, Leon was starting to get winded, especially since these kicks would quite literally throw him at least ten feet away. 

It certainly didn't help that the kicks would anger the parasite inside of him, and of course, his goddamn chest. His pecs still leaking, though now they were hidden by the body armor, at least.

With the wound in his thigh, and kicked to the ground once again, Leon could only try to shove himself backwards as Krauser approached him, knife raised above his head. 

Then, a gunshot rang out, and the knife was knocked away, out of its initial range towards Leon anyway. He looked back to see Luis, barely standing and blood still dripping from his lips, the grip on his Red9 white-knuckled.

Another gunshot, Krauser jumped back, too far, too high for a normal man to do so. 

“Enough play, rookie. You haven't changed a bit.” He scoffed as he stood, “What a disappointment.” he shoved his knife back into the shoulder holster, then turned to leave Leon and Luis alone, amber in hand.

Leon sat stunned, what had just happened? How could his former major do this? 

A pained cry from Luis made Leon snap out of his stupor. He turned to half crawl over to the Spaniard, damn that slash to his thigh hurt. He settled next to Luis, looking him over quickly and reaching for his case to see if he had any herbs there. Please let them be there still

“Not looking good… ey, my friend?” Luis wheezed, leaning back against the crates, surely pressing against the wound in his back, probably in his spine, “And such a loss to the ladies of the world.”

“Don’t talk.” Leon snapped as he shook a vial of herbs, turning to Luis in order to reach out for his shoulder and pull him forward. He had to see the damage, he had to know if-

But before he could do anything, Luis grabbed his hand to place a key inside, “Take this.” he sucked in a pained breath, “The key, to my laboratory.” He sat back again, raising a cigarette to his lips, “Go there… and remove those damn… parasites-” a wet cough escaped him, a bit of blood wetting the filter of said cigarette. 

Leon frowned, “Don't talk like that. I have herbs, they can help-” 

“Help… Ashley.” Luis finished, flicking at his lighter, but his muscles wouldn’t cooperate, so it slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground. 

Leon scooted closer, grabbing the lighter, flicking it open to light, just as Luis slid to lean against him. 

“Ah, but at least I get to see your face, hermoso,” 

Leon looked down at him and frowned, “Come on, let me-” 

“No, Leon. Just…” he felt Luis slowly rub his face against his chest, “I'm so glad I could help you, in all the ways I could.” the cigarette dropped into the blond’s lap, which he simply let stay there for now. 

Leon bit the inside of his cheek, sighing heavily, “Luis-” what could he even say? The man clearly wouldn’t let Leon use his herbs to help, though with a wound like that, it might not even work. Then he’d just have less herbs to work with, and Luis would be dead anyway. Was there really nothing he could do to save this man? Did he really have to hold him as he took his last breaths, unable to finish what he set out to-

“You know, I wish I could have gotten a taste.” Luis slowly tilted his head up, and gave the other man a toothy, bloody grin.

…What?

Leon’s brain broke a little, only able to sit in stunned silence as Luis nuzzled against him ever so gently, “I'm sorry what?”

“During our little session earlier… I wanted to taste this.” He reached up a shaking hand to poke against Leon's nipple through his shirt.

Another moment of silence, then Leon could feel a smile twitching his lips, not a real smile, no this was definitely something else. The near-hysterical laugh that escaped him sounded more like a wheeze, “You’re serious?” He barely managed to get out the words, “Now?” Were his cheeks burning with grief or embarrassment? Were there tears? He couldn’t fucking tell anymore. What the fuck was his life

“What better time than the present?” Luis wheezed as he grunted with more pain trying to lean towards Leon, “Let that be my dying wish. Hm?” 

“Oh my god.” Leon ran a hand down his face, sighing shakily, “Fine.” He carefully moved Luis off of his front in order to ruck up his shirt under his armpits, “I can't believe I'm doing this.” 

“Gracías.”

“Shut up. God this is so stupid.” Leon shook his head as he adjusted their position to get Luis where he wanted to be against his torso.

Luis rest his face on Leon’s pec, his stubble scratchy against the sensitive skin. Leon could hear him hum, with content maybe, and then-

Leon let out a shaky sigh as he finally felt Luis wrap his lips around his left nipple. His head was reeling that this was actually happening. He held a dying man in his arms, and he was fucking breastfeeding him as his literal dying wish. He’d expected something about Luis wanting to make up for the wrong he’d done, like he had expressed before in the elevator, something like that. Anything but this.

“You won’t take the herbs, but you’ll do this.” Leon mumbled with another soft, wheezey laugh, he just couldn’t help it. The absurdity of this whole thing, this couldn’t be real.

Then there was silence, silence where Leon let the tears slowly fall down his face. He expected to feel Luis slump against him fully, his breathing slow to a stop against his chest. He had to get going, he could feel the parasite growing, slowly getting stronger inside of him. But he didn’t dare leave Luis to die alone, not when he’d done so much for them. 

But as minutes passed, it just didn’t happen. 

Then, the sucking stopped. Right. Leon nearly forgotten that he had still been breastfeeding Luis. But instead of the Spaniard’s full weight finally falling limp against Leon’s strong chest, he saw the man move backwards, away from him.

“Hm, you know. I don’t think that’s normal.” Luis finally spoke.

Leon looked down to him, tear tracks visible on his face. He furrowed his eyebrows with confusion, looking Luis over a little bit. He blinked a few times to be sure that what he was seeing was real and not another hallucination, “What?”

Luis laughed softly, and it– it didn’t sound as strained as it had before, “Sí, I’m thinking the same thing.” He grunted as he tried to sit up, despite Leon’s scrambling to make him stay still, “Don’t worry about me, Sancho. I think that I might just be okay. As impossible as it sounds.”

Another pause, where Leon could do nothing but stare at Luis, “What?”

Leon could see that Luis had more color in his face than before. But that didn’t make any sense, just a few minutes ago Luis could barely move!

Before he could think any further, Leon turned to his case and grabbed a vial of herbs. He then practically shoved them down Luis’ throat, holding his mouth shut once the vial was empty, ”Swallow.”

Luis– of course– obeyed, shivering as the herbs moved through his system. He coughed again, some blood still escaping his lungs, but he really did feel better. He couldn’t help but grin once more to Leon and his oh-so-serious face, “And here I thought I’d hear that elsewhere,” he leaned against the agent’s chest once more, even if it was a bit stickier now.

Leon huffed out a sigh, “Can you move?” he asked, holding on to Luis’ shoulders, he needed to move on. If Luis wasn’t going to die, then they needed to get on with it, to find Ashley.

“Hm… some, but I might have some trouble walking.” Luis teased as he sat up slowly, “Maybe I could get a little help from my Sancho?”

A scoff left Leon as he slowly got up, “I’m not carrying you,” he said as he leaned against the crate to spread an herb on the wound that Krauser had given him. It was deep, but hopefully the herbs would make the pain lessen.

Just getting across to the elevator was a challenge. Their arms around each other's shoulders, both men stumbled this way and that as their pain flared and attempted to take them down again. But Leon couldn’t let that happen, not when he needed to be sure Luis lived long enough to get to a hospital. 

He really hoped that the Merchant had another first aid spray on hand, they were really going to need it.