Ghestie93 - I Know Your Soul Is Not Tainted

I am not usually into smut, but for a head canon based fic like this I will definitely make some exceptions.

Being in a poly relationship with Alejandro Vargas + Rodolfo Parra

Por qué no los dos? // Why not both?

Couldn't let this idea go so here we are. Might make a solely NSFW list if there's a demand for it lmao. Some NSFW crumbs at the very end!

- To start, Alejandro and Rudy were definitely already in a relationship before you came into the equation. Most likely, they hadn't even reckoned they would work in a polyamorous relationship (they tried it, briefly, with Valeria and it was not fun)

— Got together when they were younger, the ultimate childhood best friends to lovers.

— Neither of them advertise their relationship much (never announced it either) but the type of couple you'd glance at and would immediately gather are together.

— They are glued at the hips. Rodolfo will never fail to gravitate towards Alejandro's direction when entering a room.

- When you got handpicked by Colonel Vargas himself to join Los Vaqueros, it was hard to not be excited. Mexican Elite Special Forces known for their efficiency and loyalty, and now you were one of them. It felt like a goddamned fever dream.

— Colonel Alejandro Vargas was in front of you, in the utter flesh. You could even smell the tobacco and musk wafting off of him.

— "Sergeant, I'm happy you agreed to join Los Vaqueros," he said, a smug slant to his lips that tempted your eyes to wander. As it was, you stood at attention, heels clicked together and gave a nod. "It was my honor, Colonel."

- You can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands, but anyone who could feel even a miniscule amount of attraction towards men had crushes on the two of them. Yes, that includes you.

— And it's hard to not notice their attractiveness. They're handsome, it's folly to deny.

— Although, the fact that they're each other's partner usually deter most suitors from even entertaining it past a passing fancy.

— To add, these men are bloody intimidating to a fucking fault. Alejandro is cocky and aggressive and not to mention the top commanding officer of Los Vaqueros. Rodolfo, on the other hand, is a nightmare with any assault rifle — M4A1? M13B? You name it, it'll be God's work with his finger on the trigger.

- Just the same, you try to snuff out the hint of interest that coils in your lower stomach when Rodolfo gives you an encouraging nod or when Alejandro spares you a grin. It doesn't quite work, but hell if you're going to do anything about your feelings.

— Embarrassing, you think, trying not to cringe when you find yourself on your back, legs wrapped around another soldier's head in a triangle chokehold. You can vaguely make out Rodolfo's silhouette in your periphery and you lick the sweat off your lips, pushing the thought of your disheveled state out of mind.

— Your forehead is matted with sweat, shirt stained, and all form of grace gone with the fucking wind. It takes a good amount of effort to not glance at your superior.

— The soldier, Javier, taps his hand two times against your thigh in surrender and quickly, you disentangle from each other. "Good spar," he quirks a smile, giving your shoulder a congratulatory pat.

— You miss the way it falls when he meets Rodolfo's chilling glare.

- When they gain a silver of attraction for you, I think both of them would try to ignore it (or relentlessly shove it down) more so than anything.

— Alejandro because he's attracted to a lot of people and immediately equates it to infatuation that'll fade quickly, as it usually does.

— The panic he felt when, 5 months later, his eyes still ended up zoning in on you? He was literally inconsolable, locked in his office and dragging his feet before sitting down with his head between his hands.

— "It'll pass," he says aloud, nearly insisting reality to shape itself into his image. 'How many times have you said that to yourself?' a small voice asks and the immensity of that question slumps his shoulders.

— Alejandro blinks. "Estoy jodido.." I'm fucked.

— Rodolfo doesn't even want to acknowledge the squeeze in his chest. He refuses to think about it.

— It's not that he doesn't want to, notwithstanding that he's not even sure you'd be interested in a polyamorous relationship (but, God, what if you agreed?) but Valeria is still a fresh wound to him.

— The two people he loved the most, fighting? Searing venom in their words and cutting a canyon in-between themselves and expecting him to choose? Maybe Alejandro's pain was dulled because of the bad blood but Rodolfo's wasn't.

— Horribly afraid of the jealousy that possessed him when he saw you hold Javier in a triangle chokehold, powerful thighs on either side of the man's face and eyes sharp.

— Had to step out of the room to take a breather.

- So much miscommunication between the three of you, it's absolutely mad. Alejandro genuinely thinks that Rodolfo has no more intention or interest in adding another person to the relationship after.. the last person. Rodolfo hasn't heard a single thing from Alejandro that implies he wants to take a leap of faith. You don't even know they're anything other than monogamous.

— Back against a wall and the head injury you've only started feeling pulsing with every push of your heartbeat, it's difficult to shift your focus to anything other than the two men exchanging hurried discussion about the next step of the plan with the current casualties.

— Sick to the stomach, you're a tad bit disgusted with yourself that you think about them much more than what's appropriate for a fellow soldier, almost always excusing the warmth in your cheeks as a result from the alcohol or the heat of the sun. They're in a relationship, bloody hell, with each other need not be said.

— That's when the muffled noise becomes a ringing in your ears, darkness creeping in at the edges of your vision. The last thing that you can remember is your Colonel glancing at your crumpled figure in the corner and the utter fear that bled through his skin.

- The dread that caved in on itself in their stomachs at the sight of your broken outline, head lolling, blood caking your face (don't let it be yours, Dios they're begging), and staring at them with glassy eyes has time sputtering to a pause. Then, hell breaks loose.

— "MEDEVAC! MEDEVAC! WHERE THE FUCK IS RONALDO?! Why are you so far back, inche estúpido?! Eres un pinche idiota, doctor! Por qué te estamos pagando?!" Are you stupid? You're a fucking idiot, doctor! Why are we paying you?!

— The fear of losing you before they even had you has Alejandro barking out orders, his panic only heightened by the adrenaline. It's a frenzy of limbs and voices, a shout of "we've got a pulse!" and the medic pulling your eyelids back to shine a light into your eyes.

- Rodolfo freezes, air punched out of his lungs as he watches your unresponsive state, the gore reaching past your ears and staining your jaw. For a moment, he thinks the ground is shaking from an earthquake before he raises his hand and realizes it's just him.

— It's when it hits him, staring at his boyfriend kneeled by your side, his hands iron-locked with yours, that maybe he's had it all wrong these past few months.

- Hours later, when you're tucked in a bed back at the compound and Alejandro searches for him to seek comfort, he asks: "do you like them?"

— Wide eyes meet his, Alejandro's jaw slackens and his Adam's apple bobs once. "Mi Vida, it's—" Rodolfo shakes his head, nearly amused by the sudden crackle of nervousness that's possessed the man. "Do you like them, Cariño?"

— The grin that spreads across his cheeks when he mutters a hesitant "Si.." could light up the entirety of Mexico.

— "Mi Vida, I don't want you to be unhappy. If you don't want to, I will get over my feelings." Rodolfo tuts, not quite able to stop beaming. "I like them very much, Alejandro."

- Agreed to try and see if you reacted to their flirting when you woke up (Dr. Ronaldo is going to have two superior officers breathing down his neck for updates on patient 17, the poor man), separately and together.

— Nonetheless, I think they'd try to shed away their reservations while you're still in recovery. You're not Valeria, and you don't deserve to be treated like a ticking time bomb.

— "Do you think I should buy flowers.." Rodolfo rolls over, laid on his side, a groan stuck in his throat. "Cariño, it's 2 a.m.. Worry about it tomorrow."

— They end up getting an entire bouquet the next day.

- Alejandro is so tremendously nervous that it's funny. Tries to not let it show and for the most part it's successful but being childhood best friends with your boyfriend has its perks, one of which is knowing each other's tell-tale signs.

— Rodolfo in the corner clearing his throat to try and smother a laugh. Alejandro shoots him a glare from the other side of the room.

- When you wake up, hooked up to an IV line and slightly surprised you don't have any noticeable neurological damage despite the thinning haze of the anesthetics, Dr. Ronaldo nearly cries in relief.

— Calls up Colonel Vargas and Sergeant Major Parra as soon as he's done with checking that there aren't any underlying complications. He's all too eager to be free from his superior's attention, thank you very much.

— "Colonel," you greet the man, tilting your head at Rodolfo's presence. It was only usually one higher up, if you were lucky. "Sergeant Major."

— Alejandro "don't fuck this up" Vargas snickers, shoulders rolled back and looking very much the picture perfect image of confidence. Rodolfo rolls his eyes, leaning against the frame of the door, muscular arms crossed.

— "I'm glad to see you up. Wanted to scare us, Sergeant?" A lazy smile tugs at your lips. "I miss you too, sirs.

- You'd be so confused during the days after. You'd been informed you'd been in an induced coma but it wasn't long enough for their personalities to shift. Wasn't it supposed to be you who'd experience personality changes?

- Alejandro would eventually just blurt it out after two or three weeks. He's sorry, but he feels emotions very strongly and can't help it.

— "Would you be willing to go on a date?" The mug in your hands nearly slips. Your eyes dart to Rodolfo who looks… exasperated, but not really surprised. Not angry, either. You entertain the thought of this all being a coma-induced dream.

— "What- but aren't you two-" your words come out in a string of interrupted sputters. There's a fond smile pulling on Rodolfo's lips as he takes the mug of steaming coffee from your hand and settles it down on the kitchen counter. "All three of us, mi cielito."

- The both of them definitely sit you down to talk about it. They make it very clear that it'd be better to not pursue it in the first place if you only like one of them (which they've debunked in week one but they still mention it) or are only interested in the sexual aspects of a polyamorous relationship.

— When you agree, maybe a tad bit too enthusiastic, you're a trio of lovesick fools.

— "Dijo que sí, Rudy! They said yes!"

— "Si, Cariño, I was here the whole time."

- Cuddle bugs, both of them have physical touch in their love language so there will always be at least one hand on you. If you return the touch, either squeezing Rodolfo's bicep or linking pinkies with Alejandro under the table, they'll lean into your touch.

— Cuddling in bed will find Alejandro in the middle. Always. Refuses to negotiate except when either of you had a particularly bad day and need to be smothered with love.

- Speaking of the nightly routine —

— Rodolfo sleeps in his boxers when he's home. Loathes the heat and always has his feet sticking out of the blanket no matter what. Viciously enjoyed your reaction when you saw the tattoos on his back for the first time.

— His back muscles are to die for, man is a beast under his tactical gear.

— "You can touch, mi cielito." He gives you a glance from the mirror, warm eyes sparkling with amusement. Mapping the expanse of ink on his back, you reached a tentative hand to touch the sculpted skin of his back.

— Alejandro sweats a lot even when sleeping so best know that the AC is always going to be blasted in the highest possible setting.

— Regularly asks to be laid on, doesn't care about either of your concerns about weight and "you're gonna suffocate, Cariño.."

— Lay on him >:((

— "Por favor," please, he's pleading with you now, desperate to feel grounded. You make a noise at the back of your throat, climbing up his lap and wrapping your arms around him and squeezing just enough to have him take in a sharp inhale before letting him collapse into your waiting arms. His nose is buried in the junction of your neck. "Gracias, mi cielito…"

— Alejandro has a tan line; the pale skin starts from just below his belly button to the end of his boxers.

- Get ready to be accidentally slapped. They're both Mexican, they will use hand gestures when speaking and it's not going to be uncommon that you'll go unnoticed.

- I think you'd be introduced to the families a little later than what they'd prefer (there's still a lingering fear, no matter how deeply they wish there wasn't) but when you do— be prepared.

— Big families, very big families

— Rodolfo has 3 brothers, and is distantly related to every household in his street. Alejandro has 12 siblings and is named "best big brother" because he's memorized all their birthdays 💀

— Going home during fiestas is probably second only to the battlefield in terms of chaos

- Rodolfo is the biggest football fan out of the three of you, Alejandro is the most invested in soap operas (will never admit to it) and you consume the most amount of sweets dusted in chili powder

- Alejandro "my body works better when it's hot" Vargas who drinks coffee/eats soup in the 90° summer heat

— "It's good for you, mi cielito! Helps you sweat!" You eye him blandly, layers shed off and hogging the fan with your other boyfriend who looks like he's a step away from Death's door, a glass bottle of cola pressed against his cheek.

Some sprinkle of NSFW :

- All three of you are switches. Go argue with the wall.

- Rodolfo is the most dominant leaning. Usually fucks you in front of a bound Alejandro if he thinks your boyfriend was acting too much of a brat.

— Teeth graze the side of your neck and Rodolfo snaps his hips forward, cock filling a space in you that you didn't even know existed. "Look, Cariño.." he coos by your ear, deceptively kind. His hands flex, keeping your thighs spread wide for Alejandro's tearful gaze even as you try to instinctively close them. "Look at how cute our pet is."

— "Come on, mi cielito… tell him how good it feels," he says in between gasps, grasping your jaw to force you to look at Alejandro even as his cock rips another orgasm out of your spent sex. "Tell him how good I make you feel."

— "S'good! So good, Alej! Wanna cum, wanna cum, Rudy—" your eyes roll up into your skull at a particularly sharp thrust. "Lemme come, please? Please, Rudy? Please, please, please.." your words trickle into a sob, needing Rodolfo's permission above all.

— "What do you think, Cariño? Does our pet deserve it?" Alejandro nods furiously, needing nothing more but the sight of you coming undone, jerking his hips into the vacant air. "Use your words, baby. Does our pet deserve to cum?" He groans around the gag.

— "I don't think Alejandro thinks you deserve it, mi cielito.." he shushes your desperate sobs and meets his boyfriend's harsh glare with an unrepentant smirk. He leaves you in the bed for a moment, taking off the gag around Alejandro's head and speaking before the man can even relieve the soreness of his jaw.

— "You're gonna make them cum with your mouth alone, understood?"

I didn’t know I needed this until now. My eyes might be puffy from my current cry session, but this will fix me for sure.

i found a youtube that plays metal music at a ‘healing’ frequency with a bunch of ghost songs. i will be cured

I miss his mustache and nose. Still fucking hot though.

look i was bored okay?

“…You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to”

It is a dangerous business going out your front door by Lily Seika Jones

I have finally completed my 6th chapter of "Till death do us part came far too soon" and my brain is kinda fried. I have fed y'all, please let me know what y'all think.

Now excuse me as I try not to panic over Chapter 16 having been released today.

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