Of sneezes and gangsters (M)

[AllyKabbet]

Hello!!
This is my new original fanfic. Lamarck and Lean are two characters that I have written a lot about, many stories and many sneezefics. If you like them I can upload many more.
Context
Lamarck is the boss of a New York street gang. The street gang hides out at the Rotten Apple, an abandoned shopping mall in the Bronx. He is a dealer, although he never gets his hands dirty. He is smart, charismatic, a born leader. He always wears sunglasses, hiding his bright blue eyes, and has black hair.
Lean is a hacker, and a long time ago Lamarck recruited him for his street gang. He has bleached white hair, is short, and has brown eyes.
They both have a strange relationship. Maybe they have been lovers?
In the fic, it's been a year since they both worked together in the band, but they parted ways. Now they are back to take revenge on a member of the mafia (Kaleo) who has been bothering them for some time. At the time this story takes place, a meeting with two gang managers, Loreen and Corpse, has just ended, and Lamarck and Lean are left alone in Lamarck's office.

Excuse my horrible English, I'm Spanish, and enjoy!!

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Loreen and Corpse leave the room with a slam of the door. And Lean sees the change, in an instant, of the most incredible thing he has ever seen. As soon as Lamarck had that half smile, of absolute confidence; those sparkling blue eyes of sheer determination, how as soon as he lets go of that pained grimace as he swallows hard. Lean thinks it was his imagination, that Lamarck is a good liar, but he can't be such a good actor.
"Who would have thought that Corpse in the end would be so useful and obedient?" Lean comments.
He almost feels at home. Even if he never liked that place.
"And faithful as a dog." Lamarck replies, his voice is hoarser than normal.
"Is it going to work?"
"The first brick is already laid. Of course it will work." That security. Lean has always envied that security with which Lamarck speaks, as if he were a prophet.
"The plan… Damn it." Lean lets out a giggle. He likes the irony of his situation. They failed to make the plan work a year ago, and now they're trying again.
Lean looks at him. Lamarck has always liked to look this amazing
Until he puts a hand to his nose and gives a hasty exhalation. His features stretch in a matter of seconds, his very blue eyes fluttering. He brings a hand to his mouth and shrugs a little into himself.
"Aps-tshuu!" It's a soft sneeze. And practically without containing. Lean has seen him sneeze very few times, and less without stifled. The change is so sudden that Lean can't process it. Lamarck stands for a few seconds and, after a chill, buries his face in the crook of his elbow. "Aps-tshu! " A pause, where Lamarck lowers his elbow and sobs. His expression, however, remains hazy.
"Bless you"
"Ah-pgh!-ay." This time he sneezes much more stifled, almost inaudible. His slight moan stands out. "Sorry. I need one moment" he says, practically whispering.
Lean is immediately concerned. Lamarck is not one to admit feeling bad so openly.
"Lamarck, what's up?"
But Lamarck ignores him, and walks straight out the door. No. Towards the sofa, creaky and hideous purple, which is pressed against the wall along with a small table full of cigarette butts. Lamarck sits on the sofa and, almost instantly, lies down. Lean approaches.
"Hey, are you okay? What's the matter?"
"I'm fine, Lean." He coughs into his fist and stays in that position for a while, without moving. "Don't dramatize" 
Lean whistles.
"Are you…?"
"I'm dizzy. Leave me a while."
Lean snorts.
"How long have you not eaten? Since the plane, right? Damn… I'll be right back."
"Lean..."
The door slams shut. He's always been so stubborn, it makes Lamarck's headache worse. He feels as if his energies are going through the pores of his skin as if he were a strainer, as if his mind were inside a bucket of ice water. He goes blank for a few minutes, thinking about the paperwork. In Kaleo, and how much he wants to see that son of a bitch behind bars, or worse. In Lara, her sister, and how much he misses her. In the nauseas. God, he wants to die. In Kaleo. Catarso. Cafarello. He starts to cough, throat sounds and congestion that shakes his entire chest. The door opens again, softer than it closed, and Lamarck removes his arm from his head to look at Lean, feeling everything return to normal a little more. He turns slightly towards the mattress to continue coughing.
"You sound bad." Lean comments.
Lamarck coughs once more and forcefully clears his throat. Then he sits up suddenly on the sofa, stays still for a few seconds and then looks at him.
"What's that?" he asks.
"Kai and Russel have given me some fries from McDonald's. They had a half-eaten hamburger, but I told them better not, right? And water." He hands him a McDonald's bag. Lamarck takes it and puts it to one side of the sofa."They love you very much, huh?"
Lamarck looks at him with his mouth slightly open, his throat still bothering him.
"I know."
"That surprise me" Lean smiles mischievously.
Lamarck makes a face that Lean can't read, then opens the bag. He takes out a bag of chips that don't look good. Lamarck brings a curved finger to his nose and rubs it.
"I'm not very hungry."
Lean rolling his eyes.
"Eat, dammit. You're useless taking care of yourself, huh."
Lamarck snorts, without energy. Lean expects a scathing comment that he doesn't get, and worry bubbles in his throat.
"I don't like fast food." Lamarck says, after opening the other bag of chips.
"You don't like…? But if you don't practically know how to cook."
"Of course I know how to cook, idiot." He clears his throat "What happens is that I don't have time." He take a potato, and Lean takes one too.
"They are so stale..."
"Disgusting." Lean says, with an awkward expression.
 On the one hand, Lean likes that he is able to show him at least that much. Discomfort. On the other hand, he is worried. Lamarck does not usually show discomfort, even if he is about to faint. And Lean doesn't know what to do. He is lost, because he doesn't even know why he is there.
"Lamarck… Are you going to tell me now?"
Lamarck clears his throat.
"Tell you what?"
"Why are we here? I don't know. I say."
Lamarck looks away at the potatoes. He stands still for a moment, as if thoughtful, before his expression turns languid and he quickly brings his fist to his mouth. He takes a quick, desperate breath.
"Hh…Mmng!-Ah…" The sneeze is practically soundless, with the exception of that forced exhalation that escapes him at the end. His head shakes with restraint. "Yes…" He says almost immediately, lowering his fist and waving his hand in the air. He clears his throat slightly. "I'll tell you" He stands up a bit and stare at Lean.
"Fuck. I hate that you look at me like that"
Lamarck raises his eyebrows.
"Like what?"
"With those… horrible… cat… eyes."
Lamarck wasn't expecting it, and it's the first uncontrolled expression Lean has seen on him in a while. Then, Lamarck lets out an unexpected laugh that lights up his face a bit.
"Agh…"  He groans and passes his hand over his forehead. "My eyes are beautiful."
"Of course. So. Well... tell me, sorry."
"No, no. If you want, I'll put on my sunglasses." He sniffle.
"No, tell me, tell me. I don't know what I'm saying."
Lamarck, still smiling, puts his hand to his nose and his expression clouds a little. Lean thinks he's going to sneeze, but he doesn't. Then he shakes his head to clear it and, after sniffling and swallowing hard, he begins to speak.
"I exploded. He threatened Lara and her friends, he kept hanging around. He touched my morale. He was looking into the deal with the D'Angelis, and they were going to uncover the forgery. And he beat me up that I wasn't willing to tolerate, because he already has me up to the balls. I'm tired of having him on my neck. Not even with a conditional do I get rid of him. He's… " Lamarck clears his throat. "He's a nightmare of a person. And I don't want to kill him, because it's going to splash me. I want him to sink and… " He waves his hand in the air. "I'm going to burst him, because I can do it."
"Wow…" Lean throws up his hands, leaning back in his chair. "Do not talk more. Ok, I like it. It's like the old days."
Lamarck smiles
"What old days? If you were a nerd."
Lean widens his eyes and mouth.
"Hey!" He throws a potato at him. Lamarck giggles.
"Okay, come on. Show me the bank security cameras. We have to find the contact."
"Now?"
Lamarck nods.
"But you feel better?" Lean insists, softer.
Lamarck nods, more serious. Lean gets up and goes to the desk. He grabs his laptop bag, plugs it into one of the outlets, and returns to his chair. While Lamarck puts the few remaining chips in the bag again, carefully. He coughs into his fist again. Lean sits in the chair next to Lamarck so he can see.
"Sit on the sofa." Lamarck tells.
Lean thinks it makes more sense. He pushes the chair aside and Lamarck steps aside so Lean can sit. Lamarck rests his elbow on the backrest so that he is in profile to the laptop.
"Can you see?"
Lamarck makes an affirmative noise. He radiates heat. Lamarck is not dressed as he is used to, with trench coats or turtlenecks; or how he would dress here at the Rotten Apple, with the Bloody Dogs: in leather jackets or cardigans in wacky colors. He has a V-neck sweater that shows his collarbone and makes him look younger. It is his posture that transmits that natural security to which Lean has accustomed him.
"Here...· Lean clicks, and instantly the images of two security cameras appear in split screen. It is the entrance from two points of view of the bank, and the view from outside. He puts it into forward gear. "How was the contact?"
"Redhead. Tall. He will carry a briefcase, and he has a tattoo on his neck."
"Uh-huh. Ok…. Well, here is it."
"Okay…" Lamarck clears his throat.
They are in silence for at least three minutes, just watching, until Lamarck takes a breath that breaks the mood.
"HHh… MNg!" He takes the hand of the arm that is on the backrest to his mouth to contain it. It's barely audible, but his head jerks and shakes. He barely exhales through his nose. Lean looks at him for a second. Lamarck has turned his focus back to the screen, and Lean decides not to say anything, because he knows Lamarck doesn't like to dwell on such things.
Less than ten seconds later, Lamarck brings his hand to his nose again, this time in a fist.
"Hhh… HtNG! Ah…" It's a bit louder, and he's forced to sob afterwards. “Is it in real time?” he asks, and he sobs again.
"Yes. I mean, the real time of Wednesday 23."
Lamarck nods. His brows furrow uncomfortably before he breathes in to stifle another sneeze. However, he is unable to contain it, and he repeats the same move as before.
"Hhh... Hnt-Ng!-Ah…It's got a cut."
"What?"
Lamarck sobs and points his chin at the screen.
"The video. Go back. Ten secs."
Lean scrolls back the screen on the right ten seconds.
"What the fuck! What's that" He look at him. Lamarck has his knuckles up his nose. He shrugs very slightly. "How odd. Maybe it's a bug in the…recoil of the camera. I don't know."
"Go on, it doesn't matter."
Lean press play. Lamarck removes his arm from the backrest and swallows hard. However, his nose is too itchy. This time, a few seconds later, he put both hands to cover his nose.
"Ht-MMnng!" As soon as he's about to remove his hands, his breath hitches again before he sneezes again. "Hnxts!-Ay…"
"Bless" Lean says softly, looking at him warily.
Lamarck puts a hand on Lean's forearm and gently squeezes. A gesture of affection that makes Lean shiver.
"Ignore me…" he whispers.
Lean looks at him with concern and takes a deep breath, before looking back at the screen.
Lamarck clears his throat slightly and exhales again. 
"Hey, and that dude?" exclaim Lean.
Lamarck frowns to get a better look as he stay closer to the screen.
"Him?"
"Yeah"
"I-I don't think so… " he stops. "Hhh… Hhh…" He frowns. On the second exhalation, he withdraws slightly and buries his face in the crook of her elbow. "Hts-TSh!" It is the first liberation that Lean hears, and although it sounds soft and not very liberating, it sends a shiver down his spine. "Goddess… " He says by way of exhalation. He sobs and draws his elbow away. "He had…" He gestures with his hand. "Longer hair."
"Fine."
Lean doesn't say anything else, but pats his leg lightly before looking back at the computer.
Half a minute passes in silence, Lamarck sobbing every few seconds. Lean knows he's trying to be polite by stifling sneezes, but that's not doing him any good. God, he wants to give him a handkerchief, because it's giving him anguish, but he doesn't know how Lamarck would react. He never knows. It is a mystery to him.
"Hey, what about the cashier's camera?" Says Lean. He turns to look at him, but Lamarck is caught in another desperate expression. He sits up on the couch and backs away from Lean, bringing his elbow to his face.
"Ahts-ChuU!" It is the most desperate, complete and liberated sneeze that he has ever heard from him. "Tcsh!" He is accompanied by what Lean thinks is another sneeze. Lamarck gives a charged exhalation and runs a hand over his nose and mouth. “Excuse me."
"Lamarck"
"Sorry" He sobs. "What...?"
"Ugh… Really." He stretches to pick up the McDonald's bag from the floor and takes out the four napkins. He hands them to Lamarck, who takes them. Lean thinks he's embarrassed, and also thinks it's kind of cute. It is not an image that is seen every day, and he believes that no one has seen him like this in years.
Lamarck wipes his nose with napkins and pinches it, not actually blowing his nose. He's polite to death, Lean thinks, and wonders if he's always been like that, even with those filthy street gang bosses who can't even say the nines.
"Does the cashier have a camera? We could check it too." repeat Lean.
"Good idea."
"You are very effective today."
Lamarck taps him on the shoulder.
"Shut up."
Two minutes pass in silence, while Lean hacks into the security camera. Lamarck brings the napkins to his nose.
"Htmx! Ah... " he stifles a sneeze into the napkin, which drowns out the sound even more. Before he can say anything, Lamarck gets up. "I'm going to the bathroom…" he whispers, and leaves the room instantly.
Lamarck returns five minutes later. Lean doesn't admit to himself that he's been tense, nervous the whole time until he's heard the door creak open. Lean sees him with a slightly redder nose, slightly glazed eyes, but fine. How did he think he was going to be?
"Better?" Lean asks. He is glad to know that he has learned a little how to approach him in certain situations.
Lamarck nods.
"Sorry" Lamarck says, without looking at him.
Lean smiles tenderly.
"Instead of apologizing, which there is no reason to, you could take an Ibuprofen for the flu or something like that. Tylenol, whatever it's called."
"No. Doesn't matters…" he runs a hand over his face. He has crystalline eyes, somewhat misty. "I'm not going to die from this. It is what it is. Go ahead."
"Mnn... Do you want to rest for a while?"
Lamarck shakes his head.
"No"
"Aren't you overwhelmed?" Lean answers.
It is the correct question. Lean knows it when a gleam crosses the very blue eyes of Lamarck and then he swallows hard.
"I do." Lean answers his own question before Lamarck shuts himself down, because he knows he will. "I don't know… I don't really know what consequences this... Kaleo thing has brought to you… But this scares me. Kaleo, again. Catarso... I haven't thought about Catarso in a year and now... I'm afraid I want to kill him when he sees him."
"You can kill him when you see him if you want. I'm not going to stop you."
"No…" Lean shakes his head with a smile. "I don't want to kill him."
"Well." Lamarck coughs once. "So I'll kill him for you then"
Lean looks him. He hates those eyes as much as he loves them. Lean smiles. Lamarck too.
"Yes." Lamarck says, and runs his hand over his nose. "I'm overwhelmed. And tired. And I don't know if I have the flu or what because I'm very tired…" He takes a hand to his face and holds his head with it, while he rests his elbow on his knee.
"Come on. You need to sleep. And eat well. It's what happens when you don't take care of yourself, your body punishes you."
Lamarck raises his eyebrows.
"Okay, fitness boy."
"What an idiot you are."
Lamarck smile.