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Temptation, Supernatural/Leverage, R~ish
Fandom: Leverage/SPN Crossover (To Salt the Flame verse- Part One, Part Two...not sure where this actually fits in the verse...but...)
Title: Temptation
Charcater: John Winchester/Eliot Spencer
Rating: R~ish
Word Count: 652
Summary: Eliot is looking for something, John finds him.
A/Ns & Warnings: This world is all the fault of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
havenward. John Winchester is a priest, Eliot Spencer is a young retrieval specialist who gets mixed up with John. Dean is the wayward bad boy son. Written for my second card for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
angst_bingo. Warnings include a hand job in a religious instituition.
Eliot tugged uncomfortably at the neck of the robe, averting his eyes as he passed a priest who seemed to be looking at him strangely…like he knew Eliot didn't belong there.
He kept his head bowed and tried to keep his boots from sounding like boots as he made his way through the halls of the monastery. He turned a corner, expecting a door to a library and found himself staring down another long hallway instead.
"Damnit."
The place was a maze of hidden chambers, secret gardens and patios and chapels and he'd already been inside far longer than he had intended to be.
He looked around himself to try to get his bearings and figure out where he'd made a wrong turn.
"Is everything all right, brother?"
Eliot turned, that priest was standing close enough that he was going to see past the hood of the robe and notice that Eliot was not a monk. He opened his mouth to respond, then remembered that the monks here were under vows of silence and nodded instead, offering a smile before bowing his head and stepping away.
A hand stopped him, hard on his shoulder. "I don't think I know you. Perhaps you should come to my office."
Eliot was beginning to think he was going to have to hit the priest…which wouldn't be his first time, but still, he didn't want to think about the karma that would earn him. His fists clenched under the long sleeves of the robe.
"Ah, Brother Bartholomew. There you are."
Eliot froze in place, the familiar voice both welcome in his current predicament and unwanted for who the voice belonged to.
"Father Solomon, right? I'm Father Winchester. The good brother and I are visiting from St. Andrews."
"Ah, that would be why his face is unfamiliar."
Eliot glowered at John, but turned away as the other priest turned to look at him.
"Yes, we came to use your library, but Bartholomew here has a terrible sense of direction, and got himself all turned around."
John's hand came to rest on Eliot's shoulder. "Well, Father, you are not far from your destination, you probably took a wrong turn back by the garden. Down this hall, turn left at the chapel of the Blessed Virgin. The library is on the right."
"Thank you Father, very kind of you."
John's hand slipped down to Eliot's back, pressing inward to get him moving. "Of all the half-baked, god-damn stupid ideas." John's voice whispered in his ear.
They got around the corner and John pulled him into the chapel, shoving him into the wall after closing the door. A quick glance at the room confirmed it was empty. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"Relax." Eliot said, shrugging John's hands off him. "They're priests and monks…I could handle them."
John shook his head. "What is so goddamn important in that library?"
"A book." Eliot deadpanned, looking him in the eye.
"Funny. I'm serious. I'm not letting you steal from this place without a really good reason."
"Letting me?" Eliot scoffed, pushing off the wall, only to have John shove him back into it. "Last I recall, you wanted nothing to do with me and my life of crime." He smirked and reached a hand between them, grabbing John's cock through his pants. "Or has temptation gotten the better of you again, Father."
John's eyes closed as his cock hardened in Eliot's hand…then his hand caught Eliot's wrist. "Not here."
"Wouldn't be the first time." Eliot countered, leaning in to kiss him. John breathed into him, a vague whimper at the back of his throat. Eliot continued to stroke his cock, despite John's hand holding his wrist. "So easy." Eliot whispered over John's lips as John came.
John opened his eyes, pinning Eliot in place. "Let's go find this book of yours so that I can teach you a lesson about temptation."
Title: Temptation
Charcater: John Winchester/Eliot Spencer
Rating: R~ish
Word Count: 652
Summary: Eliot is looking for something, John finds him.
A/Ns & Warnings: This world is all the fault of
havenward. John Winchester is a priest, Eliot Spencer is a young retrieval specialist who gets mixed up with John. Dean is the wayward bad boy son. Written for my second card for angst_bingo. Warnings include a hand job in a religious instituition.Eliot tugged uncomfortably at the neck of the robe, averting his eyes as he passed a priest who seemed to be looking at him strangely…like he knew Eliot didn't belong there.
He kept his head bowed and tried to keep his boots from sounding like boots as he made his way through the halls of the monastery. He turned a corner, expecting a door to a library and found himself staring down another long hallway instead.
"Damnit."
The place was a maze of hidden chambers, secret gardens and patios and chapels and he'd already been inside far longer than he had intended to be.
He looked around himself to try to get his bearings and figure out where he'd made a wrong turn.
"Is everything all right, brother?"
Eliot turned, that priest was standing close enough that he was going to see past the hood of the robe and notice that Eliot was not a monk. He opened his mouth to respond, then remembered that the monks here were under vows of silence and nodded instead, offering a smile before bowing his head and stepping away.
A hand stopped him, hard on his shoulder. "I don't think I know you. Perhaps you should come to my office."
Eliot was beginning to think he was going to have to hit the priest…which wouldn't be his first time, but still, he didn't want to think about the karma that would earn him. His fists clenched under the long sleeves of the robe.
"Ah, Brother Bartholomew. There you are."
Eliot froze in place, the familiar voice both welcome in his current predicament and unwanted for who the voice belonged to.
"Father Solomon, right? I'm Father Winchester. The good brother and I are visiting from St. Andrews."
"Ah, that would be why his face is unfamiliar."
Eliot glowered at John, but turned away as the other priest turned to look at him.
"Yes, we came to use your library, but Bartholomew here has a terrible sense of direction, and got himself all turned around."
John's hand came to rest on Eliot's shoulder. "Well, Father, you are not far from your destination, you probably took a wrong turn back by the garden. Down this hall, turn left at the chapel of the Blessed Virgin. The library is on the right."
"Thank you Father, very kind of you."
John's hand slipped down to Eliot's back, pressing inward to get him moving. "Of all the half-baked, god-damn stupid ideas." John's voice whispered in his ear.
They got around the corner and John pulled him into the chapel, shoving him into the wall after closing the door. A quick glance at the room confirmed it was empty. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"Relax." Eliot said, shrugging John's hands off him. "They're priests and monks…I could handle them."
John shook his head. "What is so goddamn important in that library?"
"A book." Eliot deadpanned, looking him in the eye.
"Funny. I'm serious. I'm not letting you steal from this place without a really good reason."
"Letting me?" Eliot scoffed, pushing off the wall, only to have John shove him back into it. "Last I recall, you wanted nothing to do with me and my life of crime." He smirked and reached a hand between them, grabbing John's cock through his pants. "Or has temptation gotten the better of you again, Father."
John's eyes closed as his cock hardened in Eliot's hand…then his hand caught Eliot's wrist. "Not here."
"Wouldn't be the first time." Eliot countered, leaning in to kiss him. John breathed into him, a vague whimper at the back of his throat. Eliot continued to stroke his cock, despite John's hand holding his wrist. "So easy." Eliot whispered over John's lips as John came.
John opened his eyes, pinning Eliot in place. "Let's go find this book of yours so that I can teach you a lesson about temptation."