Date Finished: 4/21/2026
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: Jonathan Pine/Teddy Dos Santos, Slash, anal sex, rimming, flagrant
disregard for canon
Spoilers: Only for this fanfic series at this point, I think.
Disclaimer: I am a fanfiction writer. Clearly I would never be allowed to
write these characters for actual money.
Summary: Lead us into temptation...
Author's Notes: The initial idea my muse nagged me with that launched
this series was the image of Teddy being overwhelmed by Jonathan's more
overt attempt at seduction by the pool. Wet and drugged nearly unconscious
and sucking on his finger suggestively. But I decided I wasn't comfortable
enough with the cultural and religious differences that would naturally
come into play when taking Teddy's perspective, so I took Jonathan's
instead. Three stories later, I decided to give Teddy's POV a spin and it
opened up whole new possibilities and challenges, as well as the
opportunity to absolutely bork up my search history by making Google
translate absolute filth in Spanish (which, again, I do not speak, so
apologies if I make the same sort of mistake I made last time and
mistranslate something).
I incorporated a couple things of note. One is the description in the
original LeCarre book of Jonathan as a "flower of England", which I don't
think had a sexual connotation, but I gave it one now. The other is a
reply on a reddit thread asking for things a woman could say to her
Colombian boyfriend in the bedroom. Someone said there is nothing hotter
than getting someone so worked up that they slip into their native
language because they can no longer think in anything else. So I figured
at some point Jonathan would slide completely into English and Teddy into
Spanish and they will both find it sexy.
I think the possessive line from Teddy protecting what is "mine" comes
from Kitiaria's excellent fic "Just
call my name...", which has probably inspired a LOT of what I have
done with this series, really.
---
El Pecador [The Sinner]
---
Teddy never cut himself because of his attraction to men. Being raised by
priests, of course, he was well aware of how most people saw that as a sin.
He just never understood how of all the things he had done, pleasuring or
taking pleasure from another man was somehow the thing that stood out. If he
was going to burn in hell for something, he would expect it to be for a much
worse sin.
He suspected his father was one of the people who saw his "predilections" as
equally sinful though. Not because of any religious belief, but because it
made him weak perceptually. Unable to really command respect in their
business once anyone knew he 'liked to take it up the ass.'
"Were you susceptible," his father asked accusingly and Teddy heard the
disgust in his voice. 'Were you so lost in his beauty that you betrayed your
own flesh and blood?'
And he had been susceptible. He had fallen for the lies and deception.
Believed the beautiful Englishman had wanted him for purely carnal reasons.
The betrayal of his trust in Matthew Ellis and the shame of having been so
gullible guided him in his determination to correct his mistake. On the way
to the hotel, he thought about how satisfying it would be to watch the light
go out of the charlatan's eyes. But then "Matthew" had answered the door
almost naked and his resolve had crumbled in the face of overwhelming
desire. And he thought maybe there wasn't any harm in taking a little
pleasure from him first.
The fact that the man stubbornly continued to lie to his face while being
fucked and then strangled fueled his anger. But when he looked "Matthew" in
the eyes while choking the life out of him, he didn't see the expected
defiance and hatred. Instead he saw pain and shock.
Then he did the last thing Teddy expected.
"My name is Jonathan Pine. I worked for British Intelligence when I met your
father. I know you're working for him and..." Teddy had tried to stop the
words, but Jonathan had struggled to say them despite not having the breath
to. "I forgive you."
Jonathan went limp then, accepting that his death was to come at the hands
that had previously touched him in reverence.
'Everything is trust.'
Teddy tore himself away violently, reaching for his knife in a childish
desire to purge the evil from his body.
"Perdóname, Padre, porque he pecado..." [Forgive me, father, for I have
sinned...]
He tried to find his balance again, told himself that the naked man pleading
with him was just trying to save his own life and his offers to "help" were
not real. But when he kept saying those impossible things even after he was
freed, while tenderly dressing the cut on Teddy's arm...
'He will convince you he loves you,' his father had said. 'Then, once he has
used you to get what he really wants, he will leave without a second
thought. He will break your heart, just as he did my poor darling Jed.'
'Do you know what he did to her,' Jonathan asked. 'How he beat and tortured
the woman he claimed to love? What do you think he will do to you after this
is over?'
'He doesn't deserve you.'
Their conflicting stories swirled in his head as he drove the boat out,
still half convinced he should kill Jonathan and be done with it. Obviously
he was a liar. He would say anything. Do anything. Including sleep with his
enemy's son to try to win him over.
'There's something you should hear...'
But then he played that horrible recording. Where his father dismissed him
as an uncivilized cowboy and a loyal dog whose life he couldn't even be
bothered to spare.
Teddy wanted to believe that the recording was a fabrication created to
manipulate him. But he had known his father for far longer than Jonathan had
and part of him had always known what kind of man he was. Hearing him say
those awful things didn't come as a surprise. There had always been clues.
The way he held Teddy at a distance. The way he always snapped at him to
speak English if he slipped into his native tongue.
'Has the animal been destroyed as you promised?'
'Danny is my family. He's my only son and heir. He's mine.'
'I want you to stop living your life for him...you deserve better.'
The outpouring of emotion that followed began with anger, but somehow turned
into a desire to seek forgiveness for the sin he had almost committed.
Giving Jonathan the release he had been denied while Teddy selfishly took
his own pleasure. And when Jonathan was left trembling in his arms, he
finally got some clarity.
Despite the lies, Jonathan Pine was too good for him. Too kind. Too soft
hearted. He didn't deserve to be dragged down into the mud Teddy had spent a
lifetime calling his birthright. He certainly didn't deserve to die.
He wanted to bask in Jonathan's warmth and love, but instead he pushed him
away. 'Go. Before I ruin you.' But Jonathan didn't let go easily. And when
Teddy found the proof of everything he had said about his father's plans, he
used the burner phone to call him. To tell him everything he knew.
Jonathan didn't gloat. He didn't even sound particularly happy to have won
this game of tug-of-war he was playing with Teddy's father over his heart.
Instead, he apologized for things he wasn't even responsible for.
'I want to see you. Tomorrow.'
Now, standing outside the door to another, much less extravagant, hotel
room, he is having second thoughts. He told himself he needed to know just
how much of it had been a lie, but does he, really? Or is he just trying to
salvage his wounded pride?
'Lead us not into temptation...'
Because he is weak, he knocks.
The door unlocks and swings open slowly. Jonathan stands just inside the
doorway as he did before. Only this time he is clothed and looking far less
confident.
'Because he's not Matthew.'
"Hey," he says softly, stepping aside to let Teddy in, then glancing down
the hallway warily before closing and locking the door.
'Make sure you aren't followed,' he said in his text.
"It's okay. Nobody knows I'm here."
Jonathan relaxes a bit at that, but still stands awkwardly before Teddy.
Teddy takes a moment to really look at the man he thought he knew. He
realizes that despite the clothing, Jonathan is actually more exposed now
that all the lies have been stripped away.
"Do you even have a wife and daughter," Teddy asks impulsively. He can't
have so easily made a child an orphan...
Jonathan looks surprised by the question. "Ex-wife, yes. But thankfully we
didn't have children."
"Mmm. Easier if you don't have attachments."
Jonathan hesitates. "Something like that."
Teddy steps closer to Jonathan, expecting him to sidestep. To keep a
respectable distance between them. But he doesn't move.
"Because you enjoy your freedom?"
Teddy sees Jonathan register the words Matthew said being thrown back at
him. "Because I wouldn't make a good father," he says softly.
Teddy is starting to recognize the difference between the truth and the
lies. The things Jonathan is saying now carry a discernable weight. A note
of pain in his eyes that draws Teddy in. "What is her name?"
This Jonathan answers easily. "Isabelle." Another truth.
He steps even closer, until their bodies are pressed lightly together as
they were when they were dancing, thinking that surely now, if whatever was
between them was only about the job, Jonathan will squirm away. But Jonathan
doesn't move and his breathing quickens in anticipation.
Teddy brushes his nose against Jonathan's, runs it ghost-like along his
cheek, taking the time to savor the man's trembling breaths on his face,
hear the helpless noises he barely swallows. This, too, is honest. Good as
the man might be at making people believe what he needs them to, he is not
faking this. "Did you go to bed with me because you wanted to fuck me or was
it part of the job?"
Jonathan's breath catches softly. "Both." Truth.
Teddy kisses him softly. Slowly. Shallow kisses that don't go past his lips.
Swallowing Jonathan's quiet whimper. Then slowly delving deeper. Jonathan
lets him control the pace. This too, he thinks, is different. Matthew would
be trying to speed things up, fumbling drunkenly to remove whatever clothing
he could. But Jonathan is content to just kiss, his hands coming up to grip
Teddy's shoulders seemingly only to have something to do.
Teddy stops kissing and presses their foreheads together, giving Jonathan a
moment to catch his breath. "Quiero tenerte de nuevo. Te necesito mal," he
whispers. "Necesito dentro ti." [I want to have you again. I need you
badly. I need to be inside you.]
Jonathan lets out a tiny, helpless sound that goes straight to Teddy's dick.
He nods shakily and reaches to unbutton Teddy's shirt with trembling
fingers.
Teddy mirrors his movements with a surer touch, untucking his shirt and
delving beneath, hands tracing the lines of hard muscle beneath soft skin.
He nuzzles Jonathan's neck, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin beneath
one ear. He tastes of makeup. Something used to conceal the bruises on his
neck. Hiding the reminder of his shame. The fact that Jonathan is trusting
him to get this close still...to touch him like this...is a minor miracle.
He sighs as Jonathan frees his cock and wraps his hand around it loosely.
"Despacito, cariño. Quiero estar dentro ti cuando me corra." [Slowly,
baby. I want to be inside you when I come.] He feels a shudder go
through Jonathan and savors the rush that comes with having a man submit to
the feelings he's arousing. And Jonathan submits so beautifully.
"I ah..." Jonathan swallows as Teddy removes his shirt entirely so he can
kiss his bare shoulder unimpeded. "I don't have anything to...er..."
"Yo tengo," Teddy murmurs. "Tranquilo, cariño, te cuidaré." [I do.
Relax, sweetheart, I will take care of you.]
"Cariño," Jonathan repeats, almost a question.
Teddy leans back to meet his eyes. "Esta bien?" He had stopped calling
Matthew papi out of consideration for assumptions he knew now to be wrong.
He suspects he knows the real reason the endearment bothered Jonathan, but
it doesn't matter. It feels wrong to call Jonathan the same thing he called
Matthew, the uninhibited lush.
Jonathan nods slowly and Teddy resumes touching him, gently tracing the
fading bruises still on his hips, peaking out from the waistband.
"Eres tan hermoso. Quiero que ardas para mí. Quiero sentir de desmonoras
debajo de mi." [You are so beautiful. I want you to burn for me. I want
to feel you fall apart under me.]
Jonathan moans softly. "Por favor...sí...hazlo." [Please, yes. Do it.]
He digs in the pocket of Teddy's pants and finds the bottle of lubricant and
strip of condoms. "Three," he mutters. "Bit ambitious..."
"Quizás para ti, viejo." [Maybe for you, old man]
Jonathan winces.
Teddy laughs. "Sorry. It's okay. I wanted to be prepared this time." As
compared to yesterday, when I hurt you,' is the unspoken acknowledgment.
Jonathan relaxes and allows Teddy to guide him to the bed, stripping off the
last of each other's clothing before falling onto it. Teddy resumes
exploring Jonathan's body, mapping every inch of pale skin with lips and
tongue, noting all the ways he can make the man moan, whine and tremble
while remaining a safe distance from the most obvious signs of his growing
arousal.
"Mi lindo flor Inglés," he whispers into Jonathan's quivering abdomen. He
reaches to spread the Brit's long legs, settling between them, gripping the
back of his thighs and pushing up and out, exposing him fully. "Abrete para
mi..." [My pretty English flower...Open for me.]
Jonathan yelps as Teddy's tongue prods tentatively at his opening and
instinctively tries to close his legs.
"Shh...tranquilo," Teddy soothes, stroking Jonathan's thighs like he's
trying to calm a nervous horse. "No one has done this for you before?"
"N...no," Jonathan says shakily.
"Paro?" [Do I stop?]
Jonathan hesitates long enough that Teddy starts to pull away.
"No, wait..." he grabs the hand on his thigh. "I..." He swallows nervously.
"Dame. Como quieras." [Give it to me. However you like.]
A wave of desire surges through Teddy. He may not be Jonathan's first lover,
but in this, at least, he can stake a small claim. No one else has had him
like this. 'Quiero te devoraré,' he thinks as he lowers his head between
Jonathan's thighs. [I want to devour you]
He spends several minutes patiently opening Jonathan with his tongue,
memorizing every delicious sound the man makes. This act, he thinks, might
actually be sinful. More than anything else they have done at least. But he
has a hard time believing that anything that can make Jonathan writhe and
cry out with such wild abandon like this can really be called a sin.
"Please," Jonathan babbles, his fingers twisting in the rumpling sheets
beneath him. "Please, I can't...I need...oh fuck..." His voice goes an
octave higher than normal before dissolving into garbled nonsense and Teddy
wonders if he can make him come just like this. Judging from the swollen
erection bobbing above him, he would think it possible.
"Qué necesitas, cariño," he asks as he slides two fingers inside Jonathan.
They slip in easily. "Hmm?" He presses a kiss to the inside of Jonathan's
thigh while his fingers gently twist. "Necesitas que mi verga aquí? Correr
se dentro ti, asi...llenándo te apredato hoyoncito hasta que te detone?" [What
do you need, darling? Do you need my cock inside you? Thrusting deep
inside you like this...filling your tight little hole until you
explode/blow apart?]
Jonathan whines and arches his back, thrusting into Teddy's hand, jolting
with a sharp cry when the thrusting fingers brush just the right spot and
Teddy realizes he hasn't heard the question. He is too far gone to
understand anything other than possibly his own native language.
He groans and reaches for the condoms and lubricant, giving Jonathan time to
regain his senses a little. After the initial whine of displeasure, Jonathan
lifts his head, watching Teddy's movements eagerly, his pupils so dilated
with arousal that the blue is almost obscured by black.
Unfortunately, Teddy is struggling to hang on to his English almost as much
as Jonathan is with his Spanish. He crawls over Jonathan, settling between
his legs. "Necesito te follar." [I need to fuck you.]
Jonathan reaches for him desperately. "Please. Yes. Metérmelo. [Put it
in me] I need you." He whimpers as Teddy cuts off his babbling with a
kiss. He moans into Teddy's mouth as the Colombian breaches him slowly.
Teddy leans back so he can meet Jonathan's eyes. "Esta bien?" [Is this
okay?]
Jonathan nods shakily and reaches down, digging his fingers into Teddy's ass
and drawing him deeper with a low groan.
Teddy resists, forcing himself to go as slow as he can stand, feeling
Jonathan's body alternately tense and slacken around him as it is stretched.
He groans as he is fully enveloped, bracing himself on his elbows over
Jonathan. He is grateful he remembered to bring condoms this time as he
isn't sure he could last very long without it. "Que rico te sientes." He
nuzzles Jonathan's ear. "Tan apretado." [You feel so good. So tight.] He
rolls his hips gently and Jonathan moans, wrapping his long legs around his
hips. Teddy rolls them gently again and again, rocking himself ever so
slightly deeper into Jonathan, feeling the tight passage cling to him
greedily. "Estás hecho para mi," he groans. "Por mi verga. Tu lo toman tan
bien..." [You were made for me. For my cock. You take it so well...]
Jonathan's hands grip his back, twist in his hair as he arches to meet the
Colombian's thrusts. He gasps for breath between steady streams of
deliciously lewd noises. He is, as far as Teddy is concerned, the perfect
picture of temptation itself. He kisses the Brit's slackened lips, drinking
down some of those beautiful sounds.
He was wrong, he realizes, when he said he had ruined Jonathan for other
men. It is he who is ruined. "Dale," he moans. "Asi, cariño. Dame. Deshazte
para mi." [Go on. Like that, baby. Give it to me. Come undone for me.]
"Fuck..." Jonathan arches and writhes, hips stuttering desperately. "I
ca...oh..." He whimpers.
"Tocate," Teddy pants. He can feel his orgasm building, coiling low between
his legs. "Hazte corres para mi." [Touch yourself. Make yourself come
for me.]
Whether because he understands the words or simply because he can't hold on
any longer, Jonathan slides the hand not digging into Teddy's shoulder
between them, sobbing as he wraps it around his cock and strokes in rhythm
with Teddy's thrusts.
"Ya casi..." [I'm close] Teddy's orgasm crashes over him suddenly,
violently, before he is ready. "Joder..." He moans and clings to Jonathan
helplessly as he is swept away by it, hips spasming as the pressure
releases.
Jonathan cries out, his body seizing, bearing down on Teddy, the sounds his
hand is making on his cock becoming wet and obscene as he draws it out.
Teddy moans as the muscles around his softening cock squeeze mercilessly. He
eases himself down, gathering Jonathan in his arms and nuzzling his face as
he continues to tremble. "Shh," he soothes. "It's okay. I have you." He
kisses Jonathan messily, both of them too breathless to have any finesse,
swallowing each other's groans as lingering spasms continue to ripple
through their bodies.
Jonathan makes a noise of protest, his legs tightening as Teddy goes to pull
out. "Enseguida regreso," Teddy murmurs, gently extricating himself. "It's
okay...no te dejaré, corazon." [I will be right back. I won't leave you,
corazon]
It is only after he stumbles to the bathroom and disposes of the used condom
that he really registers what he has said. He stares blankly at the hand
holding a cloth under the running tap.
Corazon. My heart. My love.
'Él es fácil de amar,' Roxanna told him when he last spoke to her. [He
is easy to love]
'Me habéis perdidos en la bellaquera.' [You make me lose myself in lust]
He returns to the bed slowly, taking in the sight of Jonathan sprawled
across the mattress, one arm thrown over his face, the other hand splayed
over his abdomen, covered in drying semen. His skin is flushed and damp with
sweat, still breathing heavily from exertion. Teddy had fantasized about
having Matthew like this; all fucked out and loose limbed. High on
endorphins instead of his usual cocktail of chemicals. But this isn't
Matthew. This is Jonathan. The liar. The spy who seduced him as part of a
mission. The man who knew exactly what sort of sinner Teddy was, and yet
spoke so kindly to him, assured him with sweet kisses and gentle hands that
it didn't matter. That he was also, in his own way, damaged.
'Mi hermoso ángel caído.' [My beautiful fallen angel]
No, it wasn't just lust. But he isn't sure how it can be love either. He
barely knows the man beneath the lies. And he has no delusions that whatever
this is will last beyond the completion of Jonathan's mission.
'He will leave without a second thought. He will break your heart...'
Jonathan startles as Teddy climbs back onto the bed, looking embarrassed. "I
know it isn't literal," he says as if continuing an argument that only
existed inside his head. "But having Richard Roper's son call me daddy
just..."
"I know," Teddy lifts Jonathan's soiled hand by the wrist and presses the
washcloth into it. "It's okay."
"And I wasn't using you to get to him. I thought he was dead until two
nights ago." Jonathan cleans the mess from his hand and abdomen mechanically
as he talks. "But I did try to seduce you in part because I needed to get
close to you. Find out who you are working for. And now I can't..." His
voice cracks and he closes his eyes, breathing shakily.
Teddy rests a hand on his thigh, squeezing gently, needing to touch him to
ground himself, but waiting patiently for the Brit to speak again.
When Jonathan's eyes open, there are tears hovering at the edges of them. "A
woman I loved called Richard Roper the worst man in the world. He had her
killed. And when he found out Jed was helping me..."
'Nunca puedo salvar a la gente que me importa.' [I can never save the
people important to me]
Jonathan reaches for the hand on his thigh, gripping tightly. "I have a bad
record with people I get close to. If he finds out..."
Teddy leans in to kiss him, smothering whatever he intended to say next. "I
will be careful," he whispers.
Jonathan reaches to pull him in, until they are both lying on the bed in a
tangle of limbs. Jonathan sighs as Teddy releases his bruised lips and
nuzzles his cheek. "I'm sorry...it's been so long since I've...I got a bit
overwhelmed."
Teddy smirks. "You are apologizing because I fucked your brains out? Such an
Englishman."
Jonathan gives him a withering look. "I mean that I haven't even been
Jonathan for years. I haven't been able to be with anyone like this. Not
playing a part. Just...me. Honestly, I had almost forgot who I used to be."
Teddy draws his fingers gently up and down Jonathan's back, feeling him
shiver with pleasure from the simple touch, as the weight of the gift he's
been given settles over him. He was so concerned with all the ways the spy
could still be playing him, trying to win him over heart and mind, that he
didn't consider the inverse might also be true. That Jonathan had placed his
fragile heart in Teddy's hands, trusting him not to break it.
'Everything is trust.'
"Eres mío. Y yo protejo lo que es mío." he whispers. [You are mine. And
I protect what is mine.]
Jonathan smiles sadly and curls closer to Teddy, burrowing deeper into his
arms. "We should go over the plan for tomorrow," he mumbles reluctantly.
"Shh." Teddy kisses Jonathan's temple. "Later. We have time."
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