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jesuiscalmedammit · 1 year ago

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Blackmail – (14) This is the end || [Alejandro Gillick x reader x Matt Graver]

Previously: chapter 13

Note: 2 years. It's been almost 2 years since the last update. I'm terrible. But anyway, here's the final chapter.

It took a few months, but eventually you managed to loosen up in Alejandro’s presence. The awkward feeling slowly melted away and happiness gradually took its place, bringing back the feelings you had forgotten about in the past year or so. The warmth he radiated when he was around you was in stark contrast with his cold, calculated personality when he was working. You were drawn to him, every cell in your body wanted to be near him while he was at home and a delicate smile crept on your lips whenever you laid your eyes on him.

He had been gone for a week and you were missing him by now. The days like this, when you knew he was about to finally come home, were always filled with joy and anticipation. You just wanted to hug him again to know he was alive and well. Sure, there could be small wounds or bruises, but those were nothing you couldn't handle.

You were planning to cook dinner for him—his favorite, no less—along with a dessert you had learned from a friend you made in Bogotá not long ago. When he sent a message from the airport that he would be home in two hours because he had to take care of something first, you began to cook then quickly did your hair and make-up before picking a dress you thought he would like to see on you.

This was the day when you knew you were ready to make a move on him. Until now you had been sleeping in separate bedrooms, but tonight you wanted to change this. It was time to let things go back to the way they had been before he left you.

The front door opened shortly before everything was ready in the kitchen, so you didn’t have the opportunity to go and meet him there. Instead you waited for him to go to you, and turned away from the food for a second to give him a kiss when he stopped next to you and put a hand on the small of your back. He looked a little confused at first, probably not understanding why you suddenly changed your mind, but then he flashed a warm smile at you then headed to the living room.

“It smells great,” he said, referring to the food. “Thank you for taking the time to cook for me. I’m starving.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “I knew you would be so focused on work that you forget to eat all day,” you told him almost scoldingly.

Alejandro shook his head before turning his attention to his phone. You didn’t mind the silence, at least you could pay full attention to the food in front of you. Within a few minutes you could put the plates on the table while he poured you both some wine. Everything went so smoothly without exchanging words that you wondered how you hadn’t noticed things were back to normal before.

To your surprise, he began to tell you about his latest job, going into just enough details to feed your curiosity without saying too much. He wanted to keep you away from that part of his life now that you successfully left it behind. You were honestly grateful for that. Sure, you had gotten used to the cruelty on Matt’s team, but it didn’t mean you agreed with it.

By the time you served the dessert, the two of you got lost in a pleasant conversation. He had plans; plans to take you away for a long weekend somewhere nice, to take you to a restaurant in a neighboring town he had just heard of, and to stay home and watch your favorite movies with you. These were things you had done when you were together as a real couple, so you guessed it was his way of returning things to the old normal.

Once you finished, you quickly put the empty plates into the dishwasher then returned to Alejandro with a seductive smile on your lips, your hand already extended to him. He stood up and took your hand without a question, silently watching you before leaning down to kiss you, his movements surprisingly hesitant. Maybe he wasn't sure if he decoded your signals correctly, after all you'd been keeping your distance since you arrived, but you were quick to take the lead and deepen the kiss that felt oh-so-good after all this time.

“I missed this. I missed you,” he corrected himself with a smile. You were by now grinning from ear to ear, your chin resting on his shoulder as you pressed your body as close to his as possible. “Does this mean things will be back to normal?”

“Normal as in how they used to be before you had to leave?” Alejandro hummed in agreement and you placed a soft kiss on the base of his neck. “I think so. I'm sorry it took me this long,” you said quietly.

To your surprise, he let out a short laugh at this then leaned back to grab your chin and make you look at him. “You don't have to apologize. You were with someone else before I returned, I would have found it alarming if you could jump back into this relationship without a problem.”

The always thoughtful and understanding man you loved so much. It was nice to know he was still there for you despite what you had done with his good friend. You were afraid in the beginning that he would be mad at you for being with Matt, believing you both betrayed his trust, but that wasn't the case. He understood that there had always been some sort of weird, twisted connection between the two of you, and it was only a matter of time before something like this happened.

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It was three in the morning when you woke up from a dream that wasn't really a nightmare, but wasn't a pleasant one either. Your arms were wrapped around Alejandro's body with your head resting on his shoulder, and you watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed in his sleep. After all those months you dreamed about the day you had arrived, more specifically the moment you found an unfamiliar phone in your suitcase with a note from Matt.

Maybe you remembered because Alejandro brought him up after dinner, but now you couldn't really get past your rising curiosity. You had never checked that phone. You never turned it on to see what was on it, to see if there were any messages left for you. As the minutes slowly passed, you couldn't stop thinking about it. All you had to do was quietly leaving this bedroom and heading to your own, opening the suitcase and turning on the damn thing. It wasn't that hard.

After carefully placing a kiss on his collarbone, you slowly let go of him and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for a few moments to see if he woke up. But there was nothing, he was sleeping soundly without noticing your absence. Gulping, you walked into your room and took the phone from the bottom of the closet. You turned it on and it asked for the SIM card’s PIN code. How could you possibly know that? You checked the note it came with, but there was nothing.

Then you tried the year you were born in, a long shot, you knew, but to your biggest surprise that was it. And soon the notifications began to arrive from a messaging app. Every single message came from the same person.

Matt: Are you in Bogotá? I'm sure he went back there.

Matt: Are you okay?

Matt: Is everything okay there?

Matt: Look, I know it must be weird to be with him again, if you want to talk to someone, I'm here.

Matt: Don't you miss your family and friends?

Matt: You can come back anytime.

Matt: Come back to us.

Matt: Why aren't you reading these? Come on, open the app and read them.

Matt: Answer me, please.

Matt: Steve was shot. He's okay. He said he wished you were here with us.

Matt: I hope you know that we all miss you.

Matt: I called your parents. Some kid had told them you were working in the middle of nowhere on another continent and you wouldn't be able to call them. I assured them you were okay and they seemed relieved. I hope it wasn't a lie and you're really okay.

Matt: I miss you.

Matt: My wife knows, by the way. I told her I slept with someone. We're going to counseling, although I doubt that could help us. All I can think about is you. It's been three months and I'm sitting here like some lovesick puppy. Pathetic.

Matt: [message deleted]

Matt: Is he treating you right?

You let out a groan after the last message. He knew Alejandro, he knew he would always treat you right. Shaking your head, you began to type a reply.

You: Stop writing to me.

Just when you were about to turn off the device, it vibrated in your hand.

Matt: I was beginning to think you would never read these.

You: I just found this phone and wanted to see what you did with it.

Matt: But you read the messages.

You: Out of curiosity.

Matt: You can’t let me go.

You: I only wrote to you to make you stop.

Matt: If that was true, you would’ve stopped after the first message. But you keep replying.

You: Why are you even awake this late?

Matt: I'm on a mission, we had a long night and I can't sleep. I could be asking you the same thing, though.

You: I was looking for something and bumped into this phone.

Matt: In the middle of the night?

You: Try to get some sleep. Take care.

Matt: WAIT!

Matt: I need to know if you're that annoyingly happy couple again.

You: We're getting there.

Matt: Good for him.

“What are you doing?” you suddenly heard Alejandro's voice from the door. He had his arms folded over his chest as he watched you, but his posture wasn't threatening at all. You felt safe, even when he sat down next to you and took the phone from your hand to read the messages. “I never thought he would end up like this. Didn't seem like the type of man who gets this obsessed with someone.”

You drew in a deep breath as you looked at him. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have checked it,” you apologized quietly. But he wasn't mad. Instead he kissed your temple before turning his attention to the device. “Let's just turn it off again, okay?” you suggested.

Shaking his head, Alejandro between to type, so you leaned closer to see what he was writing.

You: We're happy, don't ruin it. Focus on fixing your marriage. - Alejandro

Matt: Guess it means she couldn't keep it from you. You okay?

You: Do you even care?

Matt: I thought we were friends.

You: Goodbye, Matt.

With that he turned off the device and gave it back to you. “Do you want to go back?” he asked you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder and put the phone on the bed behind you. “I have everything I need here, why would I want to go?”

“Maybe because you miss your family.”

You did miss them, that was true, but he was now your family too. Leaving him just didn't feel right, you were feeling the same as you had a year ago. Your heart was filled with this warm and soft feeling that was most probably the kind of love only he could make you feel, and there was an invisible string pulling you back to him every time you left his side.

After inhaling and exhaling, you laced your fingers with his and said, “Matt told them I was okay. He would have told me if something was wrong with them.”

“One day we'll go and meet them, okay? I'll arrange it.” He kissed your head softly, his nose buried in your hair until he waited for your reaction. When you hummed in agreement, he let out a short laugh. “Remember that restaurant we went to before that mission last year?”

“Oh, of course I do. I haven't had anything nearly as good since that,” you told him with a dreamy sigh.

“I have a reservation for tonight. I wanted to surprise you, but I think you could use this information after all of this,” he said, and you could tell he was smiling as he talked. “We’re gonna be okay, won't we?”

You looked up at him, just silently observing him for a while before finally making a move and leaning in to kiss him. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as he kissed you back, his movements becoming more and more impatient before he finally pushed you on the bed. As long as you understood each other without words, things would surely be okay, you knew that.

#fic: blackmail #sicario #alejandro gillick #alejandro gillick x reader #alejandro gillick imagine #matt graver #matt graver imagine #matt graver x reader #sicario day of the soldado #sicario soldado

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charcoalgrayswriting · 5 months ago

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The Meeting

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Words: 3623

Summary: Alejandro finds Matt after the events of Day of the Soldado and they fuck about it.

Warning: Smut

Matt transferred from sleep to wakefulness in a split second, just as he had been trained. But it was not clear why he had woken up, no obvious trigger for his wakefulness, eyes blurry with sleep as he scanned his sparse room.

His bed was centered along the back wall, on his right was a nice small balcony and on his left was the blank wall that his dresser stood against. There was no place in his apartment for an attacker to hide, and he had long trained himself to notice anyone trying to sneak up on him.

Dismissing the balcony as an entry-point, as he was three floors in the air, Matt didn’t notice the figure slip in from the open balcony, crouching low in the moonlight. Slowly sitting up he shoved his hand under his pillow and grabbed his gun.

As Matt turned his head to the left, the figure pounced. His was gun dislodged from his hand quickly and efficiently flung to the floor with a clatter. Both of his hands were pinned above his hand in a very familiar grip as he laid stunned on his bare back.

The man straddling his legs leaned down low, a large hand came to rest against Matt’s neck, right on top of his rushing pulse, squeezing just enough to be a warning, but not enough to hurt him.

“Why are you in Argentina?” the low accented voice ghosted next to his ear, the hand pinning both of his flexing.

“Alejandro?” Matt whispered, “I thought you were dead!” he looked into the face above him, the large scar from where he had been shot in the head took up a majority of his face.

“Why are you here?” Alejandro growled low into his ear, and Matt swallowed as he tried in vain to pretend that it didn’t do something to him. God it had been so long, and he had thought Alejandro was dead. Though he couldn’t blame the former asset for his hostility.

“Got saddled with a desk job here, if you must know,” he muttered, petulant, shifting his legs under the sheet, trying to see what he could get away with. But the hand around his neck squeezed in warning, and reluctantly, he laid still.

Alejandro simply gave a small disbelieving hum in response. Seemingly without conscious thought, Alejandro’s thumb stroked over the pulse-point of one of the hands he held in his grasp as he contemplated Matt’s words. His pulse jumped in response to the sensual touch.

“Why did you get sidelined?”

“No, it’s your turn to answer some questions,” Matt shifted his arms in Alejandro’s grip. Bucking, he attempted to throw Alejandro off and roll away, but even though he was the one who trained the sicario, Matt was out of practice from the last nine months he spent sitting at a desk.

Alejandro laughed, low and dark, as Matt struggled to break iron hold, flexing his strong hand against Matt’s vulnerable neck as he did so, cutting off air and blood flow for a few seconds.

His vision blurred and his head became light before Alejandro released the pressure. Just long enough to make him panic, not long enough to actually hurt him.

Alejandro’s lips brushed Matt’s ear, breath warm, “You are not the one asking the questions now, Matt, I am.”

With how much of their bodies were touching, Matt was sure that Alejandro could feel the shudder that ran through him, could feel the way his pulse stuttered beneath his nimble fingers.

Matt let out a shuddering breath as Alejandro shifted, letting his hips rest flush against Matt’s body. “Let me ask you again, what got you sidelined?”

Maybe it was Alejandro’s low accented voice, maybe it was the way he held Matt down, or maybe it was just a Pavlovian response, but he tilted his head to the side, eyes fogged over. “Mmh, it was the last op we did. I didn’t follow orders.”

“Oh?” Alejandro nosed at Matt’s ear, laying his full weight down on Matt, further pinning him, “What were you supposed to do?”

“Fuck, I was supposed to kill Isabel. Kill you. The higher-ups needed someone to blame because things didn’t go their way, and since you were supposedly dead, it fell to me.” he subtly tried to arch into the killer, and distantly reflecting that pain and pleasure had always been tied in his mind.

“You thought I was dead?” Matt couldn’t understand the tone of Alejandro’s voice, already too far gone. God he had already broken and it couldn’t have been more than five minutes. He was truly pathetic.

That didn’t stop Matt from leaning into Alejandro’s touch though.

“Had I known you were alive, I still wouldn’t have contacted you. You got burned bad working for me in that last op. For what it’s worth, if I knew they would have wanted me to kill you, I’d have pulled you out. I wouldn’t have even recommended you for the op.”

“I know. That’s why you’re laying here alive and not dead.” The thumb on his neck, which laid over his pulse, stroked slowly. This time, it seemed intentional.

“Well, I appreciate it.” Matt laughed weakly, leaning into the touch. Not many people touched him nowadays. Not even casually.

“You gonna turn me in if I let you live?” Alejandro asked in that low gravely voice that made his brain fog, and damnit if Matt couldn’t say no to him.

Matt scoffed. “You’re already marked dead. If they didn’t confirm the kill, then that’s not my problem.”

“You’ve changed.” Alejandro’s hand was now massaging Matt’s shoulder with the tips of his fingers, feeling the accumulated stress there. The palm of his hand still laid across his throat, the threat of suffocation still very much there.

“I was ‘promoted’ to a cushy desk job teaching newbies the ropes. Of fucking course I changed.” he thought about his younger coworkers, who he affectionally referred to as his kids.

Alejandro didn’t respond, simply hummed and moved his hand away from Matt’s neck, but still kept him restrained. Slowly, he removed his other hand from Matt’s wrists, almost as if Alejandro were telling Matt to remain still.

For once in his life, Matt complied.

Alejandro looked down at Matt, at the scars that covered his exposed chest, still toned and tan. Bracing one arm beside Matt’s side, he ran a calloused hand over the scars, watching the skin ripple as Matt shuddered with a soft sigh. Alejandro had been there for many of those scars.

Unnoticed by Matt, Alejandro smiled. It felt so fucking good to still have this affect on his partner. He slowly stroked the skin, reveling in the goosebumps he left in his wake.

Matt didn’t want to move. He was fine with just laying like this until Alejandro decided on what he wanted to do. Maybe he could have escaped if he wanted, but if Matt was going to die, he wanted to die by Alejandro’s hand. It seemed like a decent way to go. Poetic, in a twisted roundabout way.

Braced on opposite sides of Matt’s head, Alejandro leaned on to his arms, ducking his head to ravish his partner.

Arms still above his head, Matt made no attempt to move or escape, and Alejandro felt confident enough to lay a light kiss just under his handlers ear. At Matt’s long, relieved groan he smirked against the soft skin, and considered that approval.

He continued to lavish that spot, kissing and sucking and biting it until it was an angry red color. Red had always looked good on Matt. Especially when Alejandro was the cause of it.

His ministrations caused Matt to let out another moan, this one longer and slightly louder. With one las long lick that he continued up to the shell of Matt’s ear, he whispered. “May I continue?”

“Yes, please.” And Alejandro wished he could bottle the feeling he got when Matt submitted to him. This loyal, fucked up man, was his. All his, and he was never letting go.

“Good.” Now he was ripping the cheap white sheet that separated them down, revealing Matt’s sleep clothes, a simple pair of old navy boxers. Perfect. Nibbling the shell of his ear, he continued downwards licking and sucking down Matt’s perfect chest.

Alejandro placed an open mouthed kiss on Matt’s nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub before continuing to lick down his sensitive body. As he did this, he ground his hardening cock into Matt, wanting him to feel what he was doing by just laying there.

Alejandro slid his hands down to rest beside Matt’s hips as he teased the hem of his handlers boxers. He paused, fingers trailing over Matt’s navel, watching how he shuddered at the touch.

“Once I start, I’m not stopping,” Alejandro warned, playing with the small trail of hair above Matt’s boxers.

Letting out a small whine, Matt twitched, “Get on with it. Please.”

“Oh?” Alejandro pulled down Matt’s boxers, and laid a kiss on Matt’s cock which was already half hard.

Arching his back, Matt let out a moan as Alejandro took his cock into his mouth, applying a light suction to the tip of the head, tonguing Matt’s slit, holding the rest of his cock in his hand. One of his hands fondled Matt’s balls, rolling them around and playing with them.

“Please, please.” Matt begged, trying his best to keep his arms still above his head, no matter how much he wanted to touch.

With a low hum, Alejandro swirled his tongue around the tip of Matt’s cock. A thin sheen of sweat now covered Matt as his back arched off the bed and he let out another long moan. His hands flew from their place above his head to touch Alejandro. He buried them in the assassin’s hair, tugging lightly as he ran his fingers through the soft fluff.

He wasn’t reprimanded, in fact, he was rewarded when Alejandro took Matt to the root, his nose in the trimmed thatch of hair at the base of Matt’s cock. Hollowing out his cheeks, he slowly bobbed his head up and down the shaft of the thick cock in his mouth. The other hand stroked up and down a long sensitive scar on the inside of his left leg.

Matt threw his head back and came down Alejandro’s throat with a loud shout. Swallowing, Alejandro lifted off his cock with a smirk, watching as Matt went boneless beneath him.

“Enjoyed that did you?” he gloated, taking Matt’s limp hands from his hair and simply holding them, grounding his partner as he rode out his post-orgasm haze.

“Mm, that was very good.” Matt agreed, feeling loose and floaty, all of the stress he hadn’t realized he was carrying melted away.

“Good, because I’m just getting started.” before Matt could inquire as to what Alejandro meant, he was already stripping off his dress shirt and flinging it somewhere in Matt’s bedroom.

Lifting heavy arms, Matt began to shakily trace Alejandro’s scars, new and old. For a second, Alejandro leaned into the soft touch, before he refocused, gently taking Matt’s hands and placing them at his sides.

“I don’t want you to move until I say so.”

Matt gave him an annoyed noise but, tellingly, didn’t move.

“I need you to give a verbal response, Matt.” Alejandro was teasing him, looking at Matt slyly from under his lashes as he unbuckled his belt.

Cheeks slightly darker than before, Matt muttered a slightly petulant, “Yes sir.”

Drawing his belt slowly through the loops of his belt, he smirked down at Matt, watching as his eyes followed his hands before they landed on his cock. It was still hard, making a rather sizable tent in his jeans.

Tossing the belt in the same general direction as his shirt, Alejandro then made quick work of his pants, allowing Matt the pleasure of seeing all of him.

Leaning down, Alejandro situated himself before cupping the back of Matt’s thighs and lifting them over his shoulders. Then he bent down and gave a long slow lick over Matt’s asshole.

“Fuck,” groaned Matt, his hands twitching as he felt Alejandro’s tongue on him. It massaged his anus, slowly loosening him up before it pressed inside. Slowly, Matt’s cock began to harden again.

The intrusion in his ass burned slightly, but in a good way. He hadn’t had sex in so long, just Alejandro’s tongue felt like he was being split open. Once the tip of his sinfully skilled tongue was inside, Alejandro began to twist and thrust the muscle expertly.

Rocking back against the muscle involuntarily, Matt let out a low groan at Alejandro’s skillful ministrations as his body slowly opened up. His hands twitched as he fought to keep them still, and he fisted his hands into the fabric of his sheets below to stop himself from moving them against Alejandro’s wishes.

Once Alejandro could fit his whole tongue inside of Matt, Alejandro removed one of his hands from where he was clutching Matt’s thighs, and lifted his head from his prize only long enough to give Matt an order.

“Suck.” he commanded, and Matt followed through, taking Alejandro’s fingers into his mouth and wetting them with his saliva as best he could. Alejandro wasted no time in continuing to eat Matt’s ass as his ex-handler wet his fingers.

Matt lapped at the fingers, trying his best to follow the order, nearly gagging on them as he took them deep into his mouth.

Retracting his hand, Alejandro slowly pushed one, now wet, finger into Matt’s ass alongside his tongue.

Matt’s moans rose in volume, feeling the first finger joining the tongue. He gasped for breath as Alejandro slowly and steadily pumped his finger and tongue in tandem with each other, loosening his ass.

Grinding into the fingers, Matt began to loose himself in the pleasure, so much so that he almost didn’t notice when Alejandro removed his tongue and added another finger.

What Matt did notice, however, was Alejandro finding his prostate. His vision whited out as Alejandro stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him, his poor neglected cock leaking precum all over his stomach.

“Please,” he begged up at Alejandro, who loomed over him, fingers deep in his ass as he massaged Matt’s prostate with brutal efficiency.

“I think you could cum, just like this, don’t you Matt?”

Matt’s next response was cut off, as a third finger joined the other two, in favor of a long loud moan. His eyes squeezed shut, before a smack on his thigh had them flying open again.

“Eyes on me, Matt. You look away again, and I’ll be hitting you somewhere a whole lot more sensitive.” The hand that hit him slowly trailed down his thigh to play with his cock teasingly but not giving Matt enough to get off.

“Fuck, please, please!” Begged Matt, thrusting into the hand Alejandro was using to tease him. But as quickly as it was placed there, it was removed, tracing up Matt’s chest to rest against his bared throat.

“You are going to cum like this one more time, then you will cum on my cock.” Alejandro informed him, leaning forward so that Matt’s thighs were almost pressed against his arms.

Alejandro’s dark eyes board into Matt’s as another well timed thrust of his fingers had Matt closing his eyes against the pleasure, before snapping them back open before Alejandro could hit him.

Smiling cruelly, Alejandro continued to abuse his prostate, massaging Matt’s scrotum with his thumb while his fingers inside of him worked their magic.

Matt’s cock was so hard it was painful, he wanted to cum so bad, he just needed one final push.

“Please Alejandro, please,” he begged again, clenching around the fingers inside of him, trying to get to his orgasm.

“Poor little thing,” Alejandro taunted with a particularly cruel twist to his smirk, “Can’t do it by yourself?” and Matt was embarrassed to say he was getting closer to his orgasm the more Alejandro degraded him.

“Oh look at how pathetic you are. Begging for my help.” His fingers were no longer leaving his prostate just making tight circles on it, keeping it stimulated.

Matt’s back arched and he threw his head back as he came, completely unexpectedly, shaking and loud. Alejandro’s hand on his neck was the only thing grounding him as he slowly came down from the high, the hand in his ass working him through one of the best orgasms of his life.

“What a good job you did for me Matt.” Alejandro praised, pulling his hand out and slicking his cock up with it. “I’m sure you can do it for me one last time.”

When Matt tried to shake his head no, Alejandro pushed inside, quickly bottoming out with a moan. He dropped his head against Matt’s thigh, giving the gruesome scar there a quick lick and a kiss before he began thrusting.

It was not the slow buildup of before. This was just Alejandro seeking his pleasure, and Matt was just along for the ride. Not that he minded, of course. There was a specific word he could use if he wanted to stop.

The slick hand that had been inside Matt’s body trailed up and down the outside of his thigh, grounding him.

“Please, let me touch you.” Matt begged, his hands dangerously close to tearing through his cheap fitted sheet from how tight he had them clenched.

“Well,” Alejandro’s breathless voice replied, “Since you’ve been such a good boy, I don’t see why not.”

Not wasting a second, Matt’s hands were bracing on Alejandro’s broad muscled shoulders, running up and down them, feeling the scars there. His nails dug into the supple skin and Alejandro hissed, his mouth curling into a cruel sneer.

The hand on his neck trailed down to one of Matt’s nipples and began teasing it. Matt just continued moaning and thrusting unsteadily against Alejandro’s large cock.

As Alejandro chased his pleasure, Matt felt his cock, again, becoming hard. The overstimulation of Alejandro hitting his prostate head on was bordering on too much. The clever fingers teasing his nipple trailed down his chest, giving his breast a generous squeeze before it traveled down his stomach to his cock.

Loosely cupping the base of Matt’s cock, the hand offered a minimal stimulation as Matt thrust back onto Alejandro’s cock, jostling the hand holding him.

This time, his orgasm gave him a warning, and he tapped Alejandro’s shoulder just before he came again, arching forward to catch Alejandro’s mouth in a searing kiss.

They continued to kiss as Alejandro came, fucking Matt through both of their orgasms, gnashing their teeth together in the rough kiss, following Matt back down to the mattress, his legs pressed to his chest.

Alejandro slowly moved Matt’s legs down around his waist so as to not strain the other mans muscles while he came down from his third orgasm.

Both men were still panting when Alejandro pulled out of Matt, who made a low whine in the back of his throat at the action. Alejandro knelt on the bed, running his hands up and down Matt’s shaking sides.

“You still good?” he inquired, low and concerned.

“Yeah, just been a while,” Matt confirmed, eyes closed and face serene.

Alejandro just hummed, sliding out from between his partners legs and started towards the bathroom to find a cloth to clean them up.

Once Alejandro had settled down next to Matt and had cleaned him up, Matt began to talk.

“Thought you were gonna kill me there for a sec.” he muttered, melting into Alejandro’s strong hold, resting his face in the crook of his neck, laying half on top of him. Alejandro startled, wrapping one arm around Matt’s back, the other around his waist, pulling him in even closer.

“Why?” callused fingers began to card their way through Matt’s sweat damp hair.

“I almost got you killed, didn’t know you were keeping me alive until halfway to my second orgasm. I wouldn’t blame you if you did decide to kill me.”

“I could never kill you.” Alejandro almost sounded offended at the thought, and Matt smiled into his shoulder, attempting to snuggle even closer to the sicario.

“I’m very grateful,” Matt assured him, clumsily patting Alejandro’s arm with a kiss.

“We still need to talk you know.” After a few minutes of silence, Matt prompted.

“Mm, we’ll sleep for now. We can talk tomorrow.” Alejandro continued to run his fingers through Matt’s hair, slowly lulling him into a restful sleep.

For a while Alejandro laid awake, staring at Matt, who had fallen asleep so quickly in his arms. It was gratifying, that even after everything, Matt still gave him this level of trust.

When he had sought Matt out, he had intended to kill him, blinded with rage. But, in the week he had spied on his ex-handler to learn the best time to strike, Alejandro found himself loosing the urge. He watched Matt help with the subtle training of the others who worked in the office with him, nudging them closer towards the realities of their work.

He remembered Matt doing it for him, how he had never pressured Alejandro for anything more than he would give. Looking down at the ex-spook in his arms, Alejandro smiled.

“I can feel you thinking, stop it and go to sleep.” Matt groaned, batting at Alejandro’s face, forcing him to shut his eyes.

“Sí, sí,” he muttered petulantly, pulling up the cheap bedsheet to cover them, before snuggling into Matt’s pliant body and closing his eyes, falling into a peaceful sleep.

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