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phantismaFandom: Leverage (Vamp!Nate verse)
Title: The Sky Rains Red, Part Eight (Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Eliot, mention of Parker, Sophie, Hardison, Ryna (OFC)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2217
Summary: Eliot wakes to his new situation, and he and Nate try to find a new balance between them.
A/Ns & Summary: Eight chapter of at least Nine. Blood!kink (hello, Vampire!). Violence. Violent sex.
"Come to me, Eliot."
Craving and desire fill him, call him, her voice tugging on his need, beckoning him out of the drug induced sleep and away from the quiet that surrounds him. She speaks to the animal, to the raw, growling beast that is a part of him now.
Eliot crawls slowly toward consciousness, away from the voice, from his desire to do exactly as she asks, as she demands. He's aware of his body first, aches that come from the change in him, from the transformation, muscles hard and stronger somehow than before…there's a power inside him that wants to be unleashed.
He's aware of Nate next, the smell of him filling his nose, the feel of his body, loose and pliant under Eliot's head. Eliot turns his face and nuzzles into Nate's groin, feels him coming awake. He smells Nate's hunger, the alcohol, blood, raw meat…his own stomach grumbles and he feels Nate move in response…it's barely a twitch, but Eliot feels it in his stomach, in his skin.
He lifts his head slowly and looks at Nate. Desire flushes through him that has nothing to do with the voice in his head, just lust that radiates through him, his cock hard and full, his hands on Nate's thighs.
"Easy." Nate murmurs, reaching for Eliot, his hand touching Eliot's face.
Eliot doesn't want easy. He wants Nate. He remembers how Nate smelled like Hardison before. Eliot turns his face, sniffing at Nate's hand. The smell is still there, though it's fading behind the smell of the vampire's own scent and the blood and the whiskey.
His tongue slides over the skin of Nate's wrist, tasting. "Want." Eliot growls, moving so that he's leaning over Nate now. Nate nods, his hand drawing Eliot closer, licking his lips and that just makes Eliot want to taste more. He rushes forward, crushing their lips together, tongue surging into Nate's mouth. His heart thunders and Eliot has to fight to keep from clawing at Nate as he tastes whiskey and Hardison's blood and the animal that Nate had bitten to save him.
Jealousy rages in his veins, flushes his face and body with heat, pushing him toward the cat he knows is close to the surface now, and he isn't very careful as he pulls on Nate's clothes. Nate is docile under him, which only makes him more frantic to get to skin, sniffing at him as his shirt tears open. It isn't until Eliot's nails break skin that Nate reacts, roaring in pain. Eliot's nails are sharp, bloody now as Nate rears up under him and shoves him back, his face shifted, his eyes black.
Eliot hisses, sounding more cat-like as he tilts his head, feels the fury inside him, changing him. The smells are sharper now, as Nate throws off his ruined shirt and tries to calm down. "Eliot, I need you to calm down."
Eliot smiles, though he imagines it doesn't look pleasant. He lurches forward, knocking Nate to his back. "Mine. Want." Eliot pins him, rubbing his naked body against Nate, nipping at his nipples, then laving over them, making Nate arch up under him.
"Funny." Nate grips his shoulders and rolls them, pinning Eliot under him and grabbing his cock. "I thought you were mine." Nate nips him, teeth breaking skin in the usual place on his neck, though he doesn't drink, just draws blood. His hand moves dry and hard on Eliot's cock and Eliot growls in need. His hands reach for Nate's pants, but Nate smacks them away, unzipping himself. "Not with those hands."
Nate lifts up to pull his pants down and Eliot takes the moment to change their positions again. "You smell like him." Eliot growls in Nate's ear once he's straddling over him. "Gonna make you smell like me." Eliot licks up his neck, breathing over wet skin
"You know he's watching." Nate says, bucking under him in an attempt to reverse their positions again.
"Let him watch." Eliot snarls, nails poised against Nate's skin, at his shoulders as he moves down, pushing Nate's legs apart to get between them. His nails rake down Nate's chest, catching on his hardened nipples as he leans in to get his mouth on the head of Nate's cock.
Nate stills for the moment, as Eliot licks over the tip. "Mine." Eliot growls when Nate tries to pull away.
"You don't know what you're capable of." Nate says, sitting up and reaching to pull Eliot into a kiss. "Don't want you…biting off more than…well, no, just don't want you biting anything off." Nate nips at his lip, drawing blood. Eliot hisses, but Nate has him off balance, back on his haunches as Nate stands, drawing Eliot up with him. "Need to go slow."
"Fuck slow." Eliot snarls, his hand around Nate's cock as he spins them and pushes Nate face first into the wall. His nails draw blood over Nate's ass before he gets a finger into and Nate once more stills to keep Eliot from hurting him more. "Want to fuck you." It's more than a want, it's a need that burns through him, to mark him, claim him…fuck him deep and raw and before he can calm the raging beat of his heart or the change wanting to come, Eliot is fucking into Nate, a low growling rumble coming from his chest as he filled Nate and shoved him into the wall. "Mine."
Nate lets him have a few thrusts before he is pushing back, bracing himself against the wall. He growls now too, snarling and shoving himself back into Eliot's thrust. One hand comes off the wall, reaching back to grab a fistful of Eliot's hair and yank, making Eliot yell into the skin of his back. When he pulls the second time, Eliot bites into his shoulder and Nate falls into the wall, then rolls them so Eliot's back is against the wall.
Eliot's hands clamp around Nate's hips, pulling him back onto Eliot's cock with bruising strength, his claws digging into flesh. They're both panting, sweating, bleeding. Nate's hand lets go of Eliot's hair, covers Eliot's hand. Eliot presses his knee behind Nate's knee, riding him back down to the floor, down to all fours where Eliot can fuck him harder. "Fucking fuck." Nate curses, folding forward as Eliot sets a blistering pace.
His cock spills onto the floor, the smell of come mixing with the other heavy scents already in the air. Eliot feels Nate clench around him and feels him shudder as his cock scrapes the concrete floor. He roars as he comes, falling off to the side to gasp and pull himself back from the pleasure and passion.
Nate rolls onto his back and Eliot can't help himself, he has to touch, his hand, now mostly back to normal, gliding over his stomach, over the already healing marks. He follows with his tongue, then his cheek, until he's rubbing his head up Nate's neck and Nate's hand is petting over his hair. His breathing slows and he lays his head down on Nate's shoulder.
After a few quiet moments, Nate stirs. "You done marking me with your scent now, or should a lay still a few minutes more?"
Eliot sits up, grinning a little sheepishly as he realizes that's exactly what he'd been doing. "I'm done."
Nate sits up, wiping at the blood before looking at him pointedly. "How are you?"
Eliot pulls a hand through his hair, and now that the immediate need has passed, he's a little shaky, uncertain. Everything seems so close to the surface, like he might lose himself at any moment.
"Honestly? I don't know." He pushes himself to standing. "Like someone shot me full of adrenaline, but it ain't burning off. Like there's something wild in me I can't control." He swallows, hugs himself. "I can't tell where I end and it begins."
"Come to me, Eliot.
Eliot closes his eyes and tries not to hear her.
"What?" Nate asks, rising himself and crossing to where he had left his pants.
"Nothing."
"Eliot, I can't help you deal with this if you lie to me."
"Fuck you." Eliot bites at him, then turns away. "I'm sorry."
Nate rubs a hand over his back. "No, I'm sorry. I should never have let you come with me."
Eliot snorts and shakes his head. "Right, because you've ever controlled what I do. Especially when I'm pissed at you."
Nate nods, pressing a kiss into the back of Eliot's neck. "I knew something wasn't right, but I didn't insist because you were pissed at me, because I almost lost you. And then…"
"You lost me anyway." Eliot says softly. He's not sure how he knows, but the bite on his neck is a clue. Nate bit, but didn't drink.
"No, you're still here."
Eliot pulls away, irritated now. With Nate, with himself. "Lotta fucking good it does us. I can't help you know. I can't take care of you when you need something because you don't need what I got."
Nate catches his arm and pulls him back. "Hey, this isn't over."
"No?" Eliot pulls free and goes to the bags on the floor where they had been sleeping, rummaging until he finds clothes that Hardison obviously had brought for him while he was sleeping in a drugged out stupor. Eliot shakes them toward Nate. "You have him now. Why keep even trying when I'm some freaking monster you can't get what you need from?"
"Stop."
"No, Nate." Eliot's rage is bubbling again and he growls, the sound echoing around the room. "I can smell him, and I can almost taste how much you want him."
"Eliot, I'm waiting for you."
Eliot turns away from Nate, eyes closing as he pushes the voice away. Fire burns in his blood. His nostrils flare and he swallows the desire to let the animal out.
"Kill the vampire and come to me."
"Eliot?"
"She wants me." Eliot says, clenching his fists.
"Who?" Nate is at his side instantly.
Eliot shakes his head. "I can hear her in my head. She wants me to kill you, and come to her."
He rubs the heel of his hand into his eye. "Fuck."
"Can you tell where she is?"
Eliot shakes his head. "No, just…east…east of here."
"Okay, that's a start. She's probably at the house Parker trailed her goons to."
"Parker…shit. Ryna." Eliot starts to pull on his clothes. "She's going to be pissed."
"She's fine." Nate says, pulling out his own clean clothes from the bags. "Sophie relieved Parker through the night and will be taking her to school. I already arranged for Mrs. Harris to pick her up and keep her over night."
"She's going to know something's wrong."
"Eliot." Nate grabs his shoulders and turns him. "I need you to focus." He looks Eliot in the eyes. "You can't see her until you can control this."
Rage sweeps through him and he pushes Nate away. "You just proved my point." Nate says, which only angers him more. "How are you going to react to her misbehaving? You know she's going to act out. With everything that's been going on, she's going to be loud and possessive and angry."
Eliot turns away, fighting to push the rage back inside him. "Ryna will be fine. Let her stay with Mrs. Harris until we figure this out, okay?"
"What is there to figure out?" Eliot asks, looking for shoes now. "I got bit by some fucking monster and now I am one."
"Katja." Nate says as he moves to the door. "We need to find her, figure out why she wanted you so badly." He stops Eliot at the door. "And, we need to figure you out. Because you aren't just one of them. You're part me too."
Eliot frowns. "What?"
"That was her whole goal, Eliot. She was targeting vampires with human companions, human companions that they cared about so much they would nearly turn them to save them. You had nearly as much of my blood in you as your own when that cat bit you."
Eliot's head is starting to hurt. "What are you saying?"
"You aren't one of them, you're not fully one of them, and you're not fully vampire either, but you're some of both."
"Great. So I'm not just a monster, I'm a goddamn freak." He shoves the vault door open and it breaks off its hinges, crashing to the floor and toppling into the wall.
They both stare at it, then slowly Eliot backs up a step, shaking his head. "Tell me I didn't…"
Nate turns to him, hands soothing over Eliot's face. "Like I said, we need to figure you out. What you can and can't do, how strong you are, what your weaknesses are."
"Nate…" Eliot closes his eyes and for the first time since waking he feels more human than animal as fear and self loathing fill his stomach. "I don't want this."
Nate kisses over his face. "I know, god I know Eliot. We'll figure it out."
"What if I can't…you know, control it? What happens to Ryna?"
"We won't let it come to that." Nate assures him, drawing him through the vault door. "I promise."
Title: The Sky Rains Red, Part Eight (Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Eliot, mention of Parker, Sophie, Hardison, Ryna (OFC)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2217
Summary: Eliot wakes to his new situation, and he and Nate try to find a new balance between them.
A/Ns & Summary: Eight chapter of at least Nine. Blood!kink (hello, Vampire!). Violence. Violent sex.
"Come to me, Eliot."
Craving and desire fill him, call him, her voice tugging on his need, beckoning him out of the drug induced sleep and away from the quiet that surrounds him. She speaks to the animal, to the raw, growling beast that is a part of him now.
Eliot crawls slowly toward consciousness, away from the voice, from his desire to do exactly as she asks, as she demands. He's aware of his body first, aches that come from the change in him, from the transformation, muscles hard and stronger somehow than before…there's a power inside him that wants to be unleashed.
He's aware of Nate next, the smell of him filling his nose, the feel of his body, loose and pliant under Eliot's head. Eliot turns his face and nuzzles into Nate's groin, feels him coming awake. He smells Nate's hunger, the alcohol, blood, raw meat…his own stomach grumbles and he feels Nate move in response…it's barely a twitch, but Eliot feels it in his stomach, in his skin.
He lifts his head slowly and looks at Nate. Desire flushes through him that has nothing to do with the voice in his head, just lust that radiates through him, his cock hard and full, his hands on Nate's thighs.
"Easy." Nate murmurs, reaching for Eliot, his hand touching Eliot's face.
Eliot doesn't want easy. He wants Nate. He remembers how Nate smelled like Hardison before. Eliot turns his face, sniffing at Nate's hand. The smell is still there, though it's fading behind the smell of the vampire's own scent and the blood and the whiskey.
His tongue slides over the skin of Nate's wrist, tasting. "Want." Eliot growls, moving so that he's leaning over Nate now. Nate nods, his hand drawing Eliot closer, licking his lips and that just makes Eliot want to taste more. He rushes forward, crushing their lips together, tongue surging into Nate's mouth. His heart thunders and Eliot has to fight to keep from clawing at Nate as he tastes whiskey and Hardison's blood and the animal that Nate had bitten to save him.
Jealousy rages in his veins, flushes his face and body with heat, pushing him toward the cat he knows is close to the surface now, and he isn't very careful as he pulls on Nate's clothes. Nate is docile under him, which only makes him more frantic to get to skin, sniffing at him as his shirt tears open. It isn't until Eliot's nails break skin that Nate reacts, roaring in pain. Eliot's nails are sharp, bloody now as Nate rears up under him and shoves him back, his face shifted, his eyes black.
Eliot hisses, sounding more cat-like as he tilts his head, feels the fury inside him, changing him. The smells are sharper now, as Nate throws off his ruined shirt and tries to calm down. "Eliot, I need you to calm down."
Eliot smiles, though he imagines it doesn't look pleasant. He lurches forward, knocking Nate to his back. "Mine. Want." Eliot pins him, rubbing his naked body against Nate, nipping at his nipples, then laving over them, making Nate arch up under him.
"Funny." Nate grips his shoulders and rolls them, pinning Eliot under him and grabbing his cock. "I thought you were mine." Nate nips him, teeth breaking skin in the usual place on his neck, though he doesn't drink, just draws blood. His hand moves dry and hard on Eliot's cock and Eliot growls in need. His hands reach for Nate's pants, but Nate smacks them away, unzipping himself. "Not with those hands."
Nate lifts up to pull his pants down and Eliot takes the moment to change their positions again. "You smell like him." Eliot growls in Nate's ear once he's straddling over him. "Gonna make you smell like me." Eliot licks up his neck, breathing over wet skin
"You know he's watching." Nate says, bucking under him in an attempt to reverse their positions again.
"Let him watch." Eliot snarls, nails poised against Nate's skin, at his shoulders as he moves down, pushing Nate's legs apart to get between them. His nails rake down Nate's chest, catching on his hardened nipples as he leans in to get his mouth on the head of Nate's cock.
Nate stills for the moment, as Eliot licks over the tip. "Mine." Eliot growls when Nate tries to pull away.
"You don't know what you're capable of." Nate says, sitting up and reaching to pull Eliot into a kiss. "Don't want you…biting off more than…well, no, just don't want you biting anything off." Nate nips at his lip, drawing blood. Eliot hisses, but Nate has him off balance, back on his haunches as Nate stands, drawing Eliot up with him. "Need to go slow."
"Fuck slow." Eliot snarls, his hand around Nate's cock as he spins them and pushes Nate face first into the wall. His nails draw blood over Nate's ass before he gets a finger into and Nate once more stills to keep Eliot from hurting him more. "Want to fuck you." It's more than a want, it's a need that burns through him, to mark him, claim him…fuck him deep and raw and before he can calm the raging beat of his heart or the change wanting to come, Eliot is fucking into Nate, a low growling rumble coming from his chest as he filled Nate and shoved him into the wall. "Mine."
Nate lets him have a few thrusts before he is pushing back, bracing himself against the wall. He growls now too, snarling and shoving himself back into Eliot's thrust. One hand comes off the wall, reaching back to grab a fistful of Eliot's hair and yank, making Eliot yell into the skin of his back. When he pulls the second time, Eliot bites into his shoulder and Nate falls into the wall, then rolls them so Eliot's back is against the wall.
Eliot's hands clamp around Nate's hips, pulling him back onto Eliot's cock with bruising strength, his claws digging into flesh. They're both panting, sweating, bleeding. Nate's hand lets go of Eliot's hair, covers Eliot's hand. Eliot presses his knee behind Nate's knee, riding him back down to the floor, down to all fours where Eliot can fuck him harder. "Fucking fuck." Nate curses, folding forward as Eliot sets a blistering pace.
His cock spills onto the floor, the smell of come mixing with the other heavy scents already in the air. Eliot feels Nate clench around him and feels him shudder as his cock scrapes the concrete floor. He roars as he comes, falling off to the side to gasp and pull himself back from the pleasure and passion.
Nate rolls onto his back and Eliot can't help himself, he has to touch, his hand, now mostly back to normal, gliding over his stomach, over the already healing marks. He follows with his tongue, then his cheek, until he's rubbing his head up Nate's neck and Nate's hand is petting over his hair. His breathing slows and he lays his head down on Nate's shoulder.
After a few quiet moments, Nate stirs. "You done marking me with your scent now, or should a lay still a few minutes more?"
Eliot sits up, grinning a little sheepishly as he realizes that's exactly what he'd been doing. "I'm done."
Nate sits up, wiping at the blood before looking at him pointedly. "How are you?"
Eliot pulls a hand through his hair, and now that the immediate need has passed, he's a little shaky, uncertain. Everything seems so close to the surface, like he might lose himself at any moment.
"Honestly? I don't know." He pushes himself to standing. "Like someone shot me full of adrenaline, but it ain't burning off. Like there's something wild in me I can't control." He swallows, hugs himself. "I can't tell where I end and it begins."
"Come to me, Eliot.
Eliot closes his eyes and tries not to hear her.
"What?" Nate asks, rising himself and crossing to where he had left his pants.
"Nothing."
"Eliot, I can't help you deal with this if you lie to me."
"Fuck you." Eliot bites at him, then turns away. "I'm sorry."
Nate rubs a hand over his back. "No, I'm sorry. I should never have let you come with me."
Eliot snorts and shakes his head. "Right, because you've ever controlled what I do. Especially when I'm pissed at you."
Nate nods, pressing a kiss into the back of Eliot's neck. "I knew something wasn't right, but I didn't insist because you were pissed at me, because I almost lost you. And then…"
"You lost me anyway." Eliot says softly. He's not sure how he knows, but the bite on his neck is a clue. Nate bit, but didn't drink.
"No, you're still here."
Eliot pulls away, irritated now. With Nate, with himself. "Lotta fucking good it does us. I can't help you know. I can't take care of you when you need something because you don't need what I got."
Nate catches his arm and pulls him back. "Hey, this isn't over."
"No?" Eliot pulls free and goes to the bags on the floor where they had been sleeping, rummaging until he finds clothes that Hardison obviously had brought for him while he was sleeping in a drugged out stupor. Eliot shakes them toward Nate. "You have him now. Why keep even trying when I'm some freaking monster you can't get what you need from?"
"Stop."
"No, Nate." Eliot's rage is bubbling again and he growls, the sound echoing around the room. "I can smell him, and I can almost taste how much you want him."
"Eliot, I'm waiting for you."
Eliot turns away from Nate, eyes closing as he pushes the voice away. Fire burns in his blood. His nostrils flare and he swallows the desire to let the animal out.
"Kill the vampire and come to me."
"Eliot?"
"She wants me." Eliot says, clenching his fists.
"Who?" Nate is at his side instantly.
Eliot shakes his head. "I can hear her in my head. She wants me to kill you, and come to her."
He rubs the heel of his hand into his eye. "Fuck."
"Can you tell where she is?"
Eliot shakes his head. "No, just…east…east of here."
"Okay, that's a start. She's probably at the house Parker trailed her goons to."
"Parker…shit. Ryna." Eliot starts to pull on his clothes. "She's going to be pissed."
"She's fine." Nate says, pulling out his own clean clothes from the bags. "Sophie relieved Parker through the night and will be taking her to school. I already arranged for Mrs. Harris to pick her up and keep her over night."
"She's going to know something's wrong."
"Eliot." Nate grabs his shoulders and turns him. "I need you to focus." He looks Eliot in the eyes. "You can't see her until you can control this."
Rage sweeps through him and he pushes Nate away. "You just proved my point." Nate says, which only angers him more. "How are you going to react to her misbehaving? You know she's going to act out. With everything that's been going on, she's going to be loud and possessive and angry."
Eliot turns away, fighting to push the rage back inside him. "Ryna will be fine. Let her stay with Mrs. Harris until we figure this out, okay?"
"What is there to figure out?" Eliot asks, looking for shoes now. "I got bit by some fucking monster and now I am one."
"Katja." Nate says as he moves to the door. "We need to find her, figure out why she wanted you so badly." He stops Eliot at the door. "And, we need to figure you out. Because you aren't just one of them. You're part me too."
Eliot frowns. "What?"
"That was her whole goal, Eliot. She was targeting vampires with human companions, human companions that they cared about so much they would nearly turn them to save them. You had nearly as much of my blood in you as your own when that cat bit you."
Eliot's head is starting to hurt. "What are you saying?"
"You aren't one of them, you're not fully one of them, and you're not fully vampire either, but you're some of both."
"Great. So I'm not just a monster, I'm a goddamn freak." He shoves the vault door open and it breaks off its hinges, crashing to the floor and toppling into the wall.
They both stare at it, then slowly Eliot backs up a step, shaking his head. "Tell me I didn't…"
Nate turns to him, hands soothing over Eliot's face. "Like I said, we need to figure you out. What you can and can't do, how strong you are, what your weaknesses are."
"Nate…" Eliot closes his eyes and for the first time since waking he feels more human than animal as fear and self loathing fill his stomach. "I don't want this."
Nate kisses over his face. "I know, god I know Eliot. We'll figure it out."
"What if I can't…you know, control it? What happens to Ryna?"
"We won't let it come to that." Nate assures him, drawing him through the vault door. "I promise."
