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Ding dong!
Leon rushes to answer the door from the kitchen. Putting on his mask, he grabs the big bowl of candy from the living room table. He was greeted with a chorus of, "Trick-or-Treat!" from three pairs of kids dressed as witches and wizards.
Leon cocks his head to the side, "Why, hello children," as he spoke the lower jaw to the wolf mask he was wearing moved as well to the kids' delight, "what brings you to the big bad wolf's humble adobe on this fine night?"
"A triple date, actually," the tall redhead of the trio of witches exclaimed.
"Really?" Leon was impressed. The kids appeared barely out of elementary school and are already in the dating phase.
"And pardon my lack of cultural education," Leon says as he handed each of them skittles and M&Ms, "who are you all dressed up as."
Kids seemed very excited to be asked that question. The boys stood back as the girls posed and presented themselves with the redhead leading and introducing all of them with a sly yet cheerful manner as actual triplets dressed as the Sanderson Sisters, Winnifred, Mary, and Sarah, from the movie Hocus Pocus. Then the boys (who are also triplets) took their place proclaiming themselves as the gender bent version of the sisters-which they emphasized that that did not actually exist, it's just so they have a matching theme- as the Sanderson Brothers, Frederick, Mark, and Scott.
Leon chuckles, "Well, this will surely a night to remember for you guys. I hope you got pictures to capture your wonderful costumes."
As soon as he said that though, 'Winifred' and 'Frederick' both gasp and look at each other in panic.
"That's what we forgot at home!"
"Sarah!"
"Scott!"
"You were supposed to bring the cameras!" they said in unison glaring down at the pair of blondes who look sheepishly down to the ground.
"The wolf is right!" Winifred exclaims in grandeur. "Without it, we cannot capture these moments as they happen!"
"Now the authenticity will be gone when retrace our steps!" Frederick mirrored his female counterpart.
"Onwards!"
"Back to the house!"
"Yes, Winnie and Freddie!"
The group hurries off down the hallway of the apartment building questing back for their desired item.
Leon couldn't stop smiling in amusement even after he closes the door and heads back into the kitchen to monitor what will be Ghostface cookies in the oven. His footsteps remained as feather light as the high he sported from the holiday event as he worked on making royal icing.
The image of those six kids on their "triple date" stayed in mind. The innocents of youth and their energy, their potential at life, is what reminds the special government agent of what he fights for. Why he does what he does and endures missions like the one he'd just finished earlier that month saving President Graham's daughter. A kidnapping that scaled out way bigger than just a regular kidnapping. Leon would put himself through that mission again if it meant he can keep the world safe. To keep people like Ashley Graham safe. To keep those trick-or-treaters safe.
Leon knows what happens if he doesn't.
He's witnessed it.
Lived it.
DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!
The little chicken shaped egg timer startles Leon out of his thoughts.
The sugar cookies were done.
Leon shakes off the hands creeping from the permanent stain on his soul. The cookies needed to be removed lest they get too done. He turns off the oven, now if he could only find where he put those oven mitts...
While on the search for the lost oven mitts, Leon hears something that makes him stop in his tracks. In his confusion and surprise, Leon heard the front door unlocking and being opened.
"Honey, I'm home!" an incredibly handsome Spaniard called.
"Yeah, just a second!" Leon yells back. He opts for using a kitchen towel, probably should have folded it over and nearly drops the baking sheet on the stove before dashing to the foyer to greet Luis with a hug.
"Hey, hey, where's the fire," Luis laughs in Leon's arms. Then his face drops, dead serious, "There's no actual fire, is there?"
"Thiiink you'd be able to smell it if there was."
"Well, I do smell something," Luis takes a big whiff, "and it smells good."
"That would be the cookies," Leon removes himself from Luis to go back into the kitchen. "I just pulled them out of the oven."
Luis follows behind, "Well, yeah, that too." he leans in close to Leon as he says huskily, "but I was talking about you, hermoso." One sniff later, "Which, just so happens to smell like cookies."
Leon couldn't help but snicker and he rolls his eyes. He asks Luis if he wanted to help apply the icing on the cookies. Luis accepted once he puts his briefcase and washes up.
Once they got settled with the cookies all cooled down and laid out for decoration the two men got to work. Luis coated the round dessert with black icing from a snack bag with a hole cut into the corner for pipping while Leon sets them out to dry under a fan.
"You're home early," Leon states as a matter of fact rather than a question.
"Uh, yeah, yeah," Luis says, handing Leon another iced cookie, "I got Dave to cover the samples for me tonight."
"Mhmmm," a hum of suspicion, "right. Dave is covering for you after a miscalculation that you're going to let him take the fall for?"
"For the record-" Luis starts in offense only to accidently squeeze too much icing on his current cookie, "Whoops." Leon just takes that cookie and a second one squeezes them together before smoothing them out, "For the record," Luis.exe has restarted, "it was not a miscalculation of mine that occurred in the lab. It was more of...an oopsie."
"An oopsie?" Leon questions flatly. "Do I even want to know?"
"Well, long story short, the wrong vial was set to the freezer while the other Dave's got schedule to be cooking on a Bunsen burner within the next hour."
"Oh-ho-ho, no," Leon laughs as he starts applying white icing to a dry enough cookie with a skinny brush.
"The head director won't figure it out, though," Luis continues, "Dave is, after all, supposed to be his nephew. He gets special treatment, but not too special because he's, well, kind of dumb."
"So, is that the only reason you're off so soon?"
"No, I was going to clock out early anyways," Luis stops what he's doing to look at the other man and his brown eyes met light blues, "because it's our first Halloween together and I wanted to be here for it. The little mistake at the lab just sent me here faster."
Luis smiles sweetly and receives a soft one from Leon in return.
They spent the next ten minutes like this. The air filled with pleasant chatter and handing out candy to whoever came to the door. Leon got lost in the domesticity, and he reveled in it.
Up until he realizes Luis has eaten one too many cookies.
"Geez, Luis! Stop eating them all!" Leon snatches one from Luis's hand.
"Wha'," the Spaniard scientist says with a mouthful, "ishn' tha' wha' th'r made fer?"
"I was making some for Claire and Sherry as well," said Leon. "I managed to get Simmons to clear a pardon for Sherry to come visit. She was very excited for them."
Swallowing the remnants in his mouth, Luis's eyes down casts to the last four cookies left on the counter.
"Lo siento mucho, Leon," Luis starts cleaning off his side of the counter, avoiding eye contact. "Disculpe."
"Hey," Leon lays a comforting hand on Luis's shoulder, "esta bien. No te preocupes, we could always make more. I'm just a little peeved you went El Gigante on Ghostface."
Luis sputters in shock, then doubles over laughing. "Dios mios, Leon. I don't how you joke like that."
Leon shrugs, "It's a gift."
"Luis, when was the last time you ate today?"
Luis started to answer until he realizes he actually had to think about it and stares off into space, "When was breakfast this morning?"
A disappointed Leon shakes his head.
"Well, let's order in tonight," he grabs goes to grab the phone, "since we gotta make more cookies."
Later
It was inarguable that they would have pizza delivered. What was arguable between the two were the toppings, what to drink, and what the pasta side should be in the deal they got. After the cookies were done with Ghostface adorning each and every single one, both men were tired and hungry by the time they finished cleaning up the kitchen. When the pizza got there they set up the bowl of candy out in the hallway (not before grabbing a few three musketeers, though) and set up a movie to watch.
Leon had been working on watching the whole Friday the 13th series and going on part VI. Luis insisted he didn't care if it was the sixth or first one they'd watch. Leon insisted on putting in the first one just for Luis's sake, or so he says.
After they'd eaten and given belches so hearty they actually heard trick-or-treaters' quiet giggling from outside the door.
The first Friday movie is quite slow. Which meant there was more cuddling and talking than there was actually watching the movie. Luis with his head on Leon's shoulder and Leon having wrapped his arms around Luis, discussing about everything and nothing. A few kills happens on screen and Leon explains a major unfixable error with an arrow going through a counselor's neck in bed and how the blood tubing came loose but was just barely saved by the guy operating it. Although, the scene where a counselor was hung up on a door by some arrows made Leon grow quiet, staring off into space. It took Luis a while to bring Leon back to earth, and when he did relief was found in Leon's eyes and, much to the scientist's delight, hope upon looking at him.
"Sorry," Leon murmurs. "First coming to the village, I found a shack with where a woman was pinned up to the wall by the door, dead. I saw this way before the mission and...I guess it just hits different. Y'know?"
"I understand, Leon," Luis grabs his hand, smiling up at the man. "I understand."
Leon returns the smile warmly and leans down to press his lips against Luis's, chaste and soft. It didn't need to deepen further than that, even though they wanted it to. Especially Luis, as he tried chasing the other's lips.
Leon had to gently push him back, "Hey, hey, why don't we save some of that for later? We still have the rest of the movie. You haven't even figured out the plot twist yet, have you?" Leon gestures towards the screen where Alice found comfort in the arms of a newly arrived Mrs. Voorhees.
Luis sighs dramatically, stretching an arm out on the back of the couch behind Leon, "As you wish, te amor."
It took about two seconds before Luis was on Leon again. The kiss was passionate, hot, and hungry. Luis's hands roaming over Leon's chest and travels up to caress the younger man's neck.
Right when Leon was getting into it himself, the kiss broke.
"That will hold me over until the credits," the Spaniard relaxes properly onto the couch.
Leon, however, was left in a panting, blushing mess. Lips swelling from the kiss, the blood had just started pumping with endorphins. Leon glares at the other man knowing that Luis knew exactly what he had done. Because Luis was smirking deviously not even looking at the TV screen, just waiting for Leon to crack.
"On second thought," and Leon walks directly into the trap, "the next movie starts with a recap."
"Excelente!"
Leon barely had the time to turn off the TV before he was pinned to the couch by his ravenous lover.