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Luis survives and escapes Spain with Leon. However, he isn’t exactly prepared to meet Chris Redfield.

As soon as Chris saw Leon, he walked towards him quickly and enveloped him in his arms. He was always worried about him on missions where they didn’t work together, and it was comforting to see him alive in the flesh. Leon hugged back, if not more hesitantly than usual. Maybe Chris was just imagining things.

As he pulled back, he noticed the man standing next to Leon. He had longer dark hair and, in Chris’s opinion, a rather ridiculous leather jacket.

“Ay Leon, you didn’t tell me tú tienes un novio! O un esposo perhaps?” The man said teasingly, knocking his shoulder into Leon’s.

Leon rolled his eyes and huffed, ignoring the comment.

“Luis, this is Chris. Chris, Luis. He’s the reason Ashley and I are alive.” Leon looked from Chris back to Luis, his fondness for him hidden under the guise of appreciation. The softer look didn’t go unnoticed by Chris, who narrowed his eyes slightly as he addressed Luis.

“Good to meet you. Thank you for helping Leon.” His thanks were honest, but there was still some suspicion in his words.

“Oh the pleasure is all mine, señor. Just glad we’re back in one piece.” Luis seemed to sense Chris’s distrust, and he definitely caught the frown that started to form on his face as he wrapped an arm around Leon.

“Yeah, of course.” Chris said hurriedly, drawing closer to Leon and putting a hand on his other shoulder, not-so-subtly trying to pull him away from Luis’s hold.

“Are you injured? Did the medical staff look you over already? Have you already gone in to recount the mission? Is there–”

“Chris. I’m okay. everything’s alright.” Leon placed a hand on Chris’s arm and smiled up at him reassuringly.

Chris’s face softened and the adoration in his eyes was clear as day to Luis, who adopted a frown similar to the one Chris wore earlier before quickly shaking it off. He couldn’t let either of them know he was bothered by their closeness, how comfortable they were in each other’s presence.

“Well, do you have a place to crash?” Chris asked, doing his best to resist the urge to bring his hand from Leon’s shoulder to his face and brush the hair from his eyes.

“I mean I was just going to go to the apartment, but if you’re staying there too you and Luis can take the bedrooms and I’ll take the couch. No big deal.” Leon shrugged, then tilted his head a bit.

“It is okay if Luis stays there too right? I know it’s usually just a place for us to crash but I’d much rather have him with me there than send him off to a random hotel.” Leon glanced over at Luis, who quickly hid the remaining jealousy present on his face.

“That’s fine, but you’re taking a bed. You just got back, I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.” Chris replied.

“Oh not to worry, no one will have to sleep on the couch! Sancho and I can just share a bed, yes?” Luis said, leaning even further into Leon’s side.

“I – we can figure out the sleeping situation when we get there. Let’s just go.” Leon muttered, ducking his head and slipping out of both Luis and Chris’s grasps. He started walking towards the parking garage, not looking back to see if the other two were following.

The second Leon was out of earshot, both men turned to each other slowly, Chris’s face was pinched in annoyance, while Luis tried to keep up his easy smile as he started to talk.

“He’s something else, isn’t he.” Luis said, eyes trailing back to Leon as he walked away.

“Yeah. I would know, we’ve been working together for years. And stop looking at his ass, you’re not subtle.” Chris was trying not to sound possessive but it wasn’t working out too well.

“Nothing wrong with looking, señor. But maybe I’d take you more seriously if you weren’t looking too.” Luis raised an eyebrow, looking back at Chris.

Chris huffed, not meeting his gaze.

“Just don’t get too far ahead of yourself. Let’s go.” Chris all but glowered as he finally started following after Leon.

Luis rolled his eyes and followed as well. He could tell the next few days were going to be interesting, especially if the three of them would be staying together in the same apartment. Even so, he was almost enticed by the lure of this newfound rivalry. Was it rather childish for them to be fighting over Leon, especially so passive aggressively so as not to upset him in the process? Probably. But it was also pretty fun, and Leon was definitely worth fighting for.

Eventually they all made it to the car and made the drive to the apartment in relative silence. Chris hopped out quickly, climbing the stairs and fishing his keys from his pocket. He unlocked the door, holding it open for Leon who smiled and rolled his eyes as he walked past. Chris let go of the door and slipped inside quickly, hearing a grunt as Luis caught the closing door with his hand. It was an extremely petty move, but it made Chris smile to himself as he followed Leon into the apartment.

It was small but still nice, just a place for Chris and Leon to stay between missions. They were never here for very long at a time and even less often here together, but it was still comforting to come back to.

“I’m showering first, there’s blood in my hair and I smell like shit.” Leon said as he tugged off his boots and made his way to the bathroom. The door shut behind him and suddenly Chris and Luis were left alone together again.

Chris purposely ignored Luis in favor of snagging a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from one of the kitchen drawers and making his way to the small balcony. He lit one and held it to his lips, taking a drag and breathing out both smoke and a sigh of relief.

“Ah, you smoke too? Does Leon get on your case about it as well?” Luis’s voice came from beside him as he unceremoniously tugged the pack from Chris’s hand, pulling his own lighter out of his pocket.

“You know, the first thing I ever said to him was asking for a smoke. Nothing short of a miracle he didn’t leave me then and there, but I suppose I am just irresistible.” Luis said, grinning before lighting and taking a drag of his own cigarette.

Chris looked over at him, intended to make a witty remark before he saw the lighter Luis was twirling between his fingers. It was a small detail, but still more than enough to catch Chris’s attention – the symbol of Umbrella engraved into the metal.

Chris moved before he could even think, grabbing Luis’s arms to restrain him and pushing him against the balcony’s sliding door, already reaching for his knife with his other hand. Luis wasn’t weak by any means, but Chris had more muscle on him and his stab wound wasn’t fully healed, to say the least.

A cry of pain tore itself out of Luis’s mouth as he was knocked against the door, chest throbbing at the impact and hands twisted behind him in Chris’s grip.

“What the fuck?” He yelled, planting his feet and trying to keep his balance as the pain bolted through him.

“I should be asking you! Why the fuck does your lighter have the symbol of Umbrella?” Chris shouted, not loosening his hold at all as Luis struggled.

Before he could reply, a door slammed open and Leon came running towards the balcony with only a towel wrapped around his waist. There was fury in his eyes as he took in the situation, and fear behind that as he saw the pained look on Luis’s face.

“What the fuck are you doing Chris, get the hell off of him!” Leon yelled, coming closer to try and separate them himself.

“He’s with Umbrella Leon, get back!” Chris yelled back, tightening his grip even more.

“He’s not, just let go and I – we – can explain, you’re hurting him, stop!” Leon said, pushing Chris away and drawing Luis close to himself. Chris didn’t stop him, couldn’t bring himself to lay a hand on Leon despite the anger and fear coursing through him. Leon led Luis to the couch, gently sitting him down and pulling off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt to inspect his wound.

Chris didn’t move, standing shakily on the balcony with his hands balled into fists at his sides. He couldn’t process what he was seeing, Leon knelt in front of Luis, the enemy, tending to him and ignoring Chris, ignoring the danger at hand.

Leon seemed to sense Chris starting to open his mouth, because he turned towards him with a pleading look.

“I promise I’ll tell you everything, no one is in danger. Just – trust me. Please.” Leon said, voice getting softer and trailing off. A thousand thoughts and emotions seemed to pass behind Chris’s eyes but he did as he was told, sliding the balcony door closed behind him and taking a seat on the ground next to Leon, unable to fully shake off the feeling that Luis was going to hurt him.

“Mierda –” Luis cursed under his breath as Leon made sure the wound hadn’t reopened. Once he was satisfied with his inspection, he carefully buttoned up his shirt and turned to face Chris.

“Luis used to work for Umbrella, but he left as soon as he realized what his work was really being used for. They tricked him, made him think he was helping people. He didn’t know, Chris. It’s not his fault. He’s not with them.” Leon said softly, eyes never leaving Chris’s.

Chris’s shoulders slumped and his eyes lowered, unable to keep Leon’s gaze.

“I’m sorry, I believe you, I was just so scared I moved before I could think and–” His throat constricted, stopping him from saying anything else.

“I know, and I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. I should have expected you both to start smoking the second I left, huh?” Leon cracked a wry smile, trying to ease the tension in the room.

Chris let out a strained chuckle and smiled back, nodding at Leon. The adrenaline was fading and he was now acutely aware of Leon’s state of undress, eyes wandering down over his chest before snapping back up to his face.

“I – I’m gonna go shower now.” Chris said, averting his eyes from Leon entirely and standing up quickly, fighting to keep the emotions off his face as he made his way to the bathroom. Leon’s expression morphed into one of surprise at Chris’s abrupt exit, but he tried not to dwell on it as he turned to Luis.

Luis had stayed silent during their exchange, both not wanting to interrupt them and afraid if he tried to speak everything would go wrong again. Leon’s words echoed in his head – “it’s not his fault.”

“Hey, are you alright?” Leon asked softly, hand moving to rest on Luis’s calf as he was still kneeling in front of him. Luis nodded mutely, still not trusting his mouth to not betray him.

“I’ll go grab bandages and we can redress your wound.” Leon said as he stood up, turning around and walking to the kitchen. Luis found himself staring at Leon again as he walked away, this time at the planes of his back and how his shoulders moved under his skin. After a moment, Luis dropped his head back against the couch and let out a long sigh as he listened to Leon footsteps.

He didn’t know if he could handle Leon’s hands on his chest again, let alone Leon kneeling down in front of him for a second time. He knew it wasn’t the time to be focusing on such things, but he couldn’t help himself. Besides, Chris hadn’t done much better. He’d barely tried to hide his gaze at Leon’s chest. Luis chuckled to himself thinking about what Chris might be up to in the shower right now.

“What’s so funny?” Leon said standing in front of him, now dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. Luis hadn’t noticed him return, too preoccupied with his own thoughts.

“Oh nothing, Prince Charming. I’m lucky to have you here to patch me up.” he said, winking at Leon.

Instead of laughing, Leon’s brow furrowed and he let his gaze drift to the side.

“I’m sorry he went after you like that. He was just scared. Umbrella’s caused him a lot of pain, he has his right to be angry. I’m sorry I didn’t clear things up soon enough. I could’ve prevented that.” Leon was angry at himself more than anything, he didn’t blame either of the others.

“Hey, don’t say that. I don’t think anyone was in the wrong here, no? Besides, we worked it out. Everything’s okay, cariño.” The word slipped from Luis’s mouth before he could process what he’d said.

Leon didn’t mention it, sat down beside Luis on the couch. Luis thought he could see a light blush on his cheeks, but perhaps that was just wishful thinking.

“Not going to patch me up after all, then?” Luis asked, noting the lack of bandages as Leon sat down.

“Oh, well I figured you should probably shower before we put clean bandages on. I can help you take these ones off though.” Leon said, already leaning forward to start unbuttoning Luis’s shirt again.

“Ah, so smart Sancho. Guess there’s some brains to go with that brawn after all.” Leon huffed out a laugh at the comment, not looking up from his task.

“You didn’t think I was smart before? How rude.” Leon replied, but Luis was no longer listening. Chris had stepped out of the bathroom and was watching the two of them on the couch.

Luis hesitated only for a second before deciding what to do. Maybe it was petty, but he felt like he deserved to be a little petty after his earlier scuffle with Chris. So he reached his hand up to cup Leon’s cheek, tilting his face up to meet his gaze.

“Gracias, hermoso. You’re so good to me.” Luis said, soft enough to be tender while still loud enough from Chris to hear. Before he could even look up to gauge his reaction, he heard heavy footsteps stomping away from the living room.

Leon took the chance to break eye contact between them, turning as he heard the sound. Luis could definitely see him blushing this time, and he smiled to himself.

“Suppose the shower’s free now.” Leon said, getting up from the couch. He flashed a smile at Luis before heading into the kitchen to throw the old bandages away.

Luis smiled back, picking himself up and making his way to the bathroom. He couldn’t help but feel a little proud of the reactions he’d gotten from both Leon and Chris.

Once Luis had closed the door behind him, Leon let out a small sigh of relief. Nothing had gone how he’d planned today, but things were okay now for the most part. All he really wanted to do now was sleep. He started walking to the couch before remembering Chris’s words from earlier. He knew he was serious about not letting him sleep on the couch, so he turned and headed to one of the bedrooms instead.

As he came through the door, he spotted Chris sitting on the bed staring out the window. Leon walked over and put a hand on his shoulder, causing Chris to jump slightly before looking up and seeing that it was him.

“Sorry to surprise you, but not everyone has shit stealth like you y’know.” Leon said, the beginnings of a smile on his lips. Chris relaxed as he looked up at him, smiling back and rolling his eyes.

“Hey, why so mean?.” Chris replied with a smile of his own, scooting over to give Leon room to sit down on the bed.

His face fell a little bit as he glanced away from Leon.

“I’m really sorry, I just freaked out when I saw it. Couldn’t think, wasn’t even really aware of what I was doing until I already had my hands on him.” Chris said softly.

“I know, I know. I don’t blame you and I doubt Luis does either. We worked it out, didn’t we?” Leon said, parroting what Luis had told him earlier.

The image of Luis cupping Leon’s face in his hand flashed in front of Chris’s eyes, but he tried not to show his frustration.

“Yeah, yeah we did.” He said, looking back at Leon.

“I’m glad you’re here. Not just glad you’re back, I mean I am, but glad you’re here. With me. I – I missed you.” Chris admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

“I missed you too.” Leon replied, his hand finding Chris’s and giving it a small squeeze. “Let’s get some rest now, yeah? I’ll take a bed, don’t worry” Leon said before Chris could interject. He squeezed his hand one more time before standing up and walking away into the other bedroom.

Leon was out nearly the second his head hit the pillow, barely pulling the covers over himself before he was unconscious. He drifted off thinking about Luis’s hand on his face and Chris’s hand holding his, and hoped his sleep would be nightmare free.

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