Wow. I wrote this ages ago, but decided to post it just now. Anyway, it's pretty pointless, very short and I'm betting many people won't like. But I'm doing it anyway!

Anaclisis -- Psychological dependence on others.

It was strange, the relationship they had.

Las Plagas were highly social creatures, and the prodigious three in charge were no exception. It went beyond a simple need to be around others of their own kind, unlike the Ganado, and instead, the desire to touch became foremost in their minds. To be close to another, feel the warmth of their skin and the pounding of their heartbeat. Not always sexual, but still with a burning need to have another presence pressed against them, something they could touch and that would touch them back. The concept of 'love' was not lost on them, and they would never admit it, but they certainly showed affection and caring towards each other, cooing away any problems whilst laying entangled on a bed, careful kisses placed in comforting places.

If it was an occasion with just two of them sprawled together, the other would be missed, the Plaga inside all three demanding a union with maximum participants to caress and care for.

The night before everything happened, everything changed, they were lying together on Mendez' bed. Saddler was embracing Mendez from behind while the village chief clutched Salazar tightly to his chest. The bed was barely big enough to fit the trio on, but somehow they managed, the close proximity making it all the more intimate.

Saddler's Plaga senses informed him that while Salazar was in a deep sleep, Mendez was wide awake in fearful anticipation of what tomorrow would bring. They had seen the pictures of the American agent taken by one of their human spies in America. He hadn't looked unduly dangerous, Saddler would even go so far as to say quite attractive, and Salazar had scoffed at the American government for sending just one man on such an important mission. However, both Saddler and Mendez were old enough and wise enough to know not to underestimate an enemy.

The priest nuzzled at the taller man's neck, feeling a tight pulse against his lips, and kissed a spot under Mendez' ear, sorry that he wasn't able to offer more comfort. The next day might very well go to shit, but at least... for the time being... they were together.

"Be careful," Saddler murmured, his voice low so as not to wake Salazar out of a much-needed sleep. Mendez' head turned slightly, and the priest took the opportunity to capture his mouth with his own. He broke the kiss gently, earning him a sour look from the village chief who had clearly wanted to continue.

"Promise me," the cult leader whispered desperately, his arms tightening around Mendez' torso. Mendez lay his chin on the top of Salazar's head.

"I'll do whatever I can."

Saddler smiled, trailing a hand down the skin of Mendez' upper leg and giving in to his Plaga's urges of 'less angst, more touchy-feely'.

"That's all I ask."