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phantismaFandom: Leverage (Vamp!Nate verse)
Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Two(Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Eliot/Hardison, Ryna (OFC)
Rating: Rish
Word Count: 823
Summary: Eliot, Nate and Hardison are still adjusting to the changes in their lives since Eliot was changed.
A/Ns & Summary: Second chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
angst_bingo card, found here. Angsty, mention of blood and such. For the prompt "insomnia".
Sleep should have come easily with as tired as he was. Nate carried Hardison out to the couch and Eliot crawled into their bed, fatigue pulling at every muscle in his body.
The silence in the room was thick, deep.
Eliot rolled onto his back and stared into the dark toward the ceiling. With the blinds that kept Nate safe from the sun, the room was darker than the rest of the house, perfect for sleeping.
Except now that he was here in the bed, in the silence, in the dark…sleep seemed to slip away into the shadows.
He sighed and forced himself to close his eyes. He cleared his mind and breathed deep and slow. The calm didn’t last long, flashes of his night in the woods flooding in, the exhilaration as he shifted, let the animal out of him…the fire in his limbs as he ran.
He pushed the feelings away, breathing in again and holding the breath until his mind had cleared again. Then he let it out slow.
He could feel Nate, in the kitchen. He could smell Hardison…on the sheets, in the air. His heart thumped with desire to possess him, the way Nate obviously had. Eliot groaned as an image filled his head, of the two of them here, in this bed, bodies naked and slicked with sweat as Nate pulled Hardison back against him…Hardison’s head falling back on Nate’s shoulder as he pressed down onto him, riding Nate, offering his neck for the inevitable bite.
Eliot kicked off the suddenly stifling sheets and rolled over onto his side, punching his pillow…but that just made the scent of Nate on the pillow stronger. He was hard and aching.
He sat up and shook his head. He needed to sleep. But that wasn’t coming easily apparently. He ran a hand over his face, stopping when he realized his hands had begun shifting. He inhaled and pulled the cat inside deeper. Slowly his hands reverted, the claws disappearing.
He should have better control after spending the night letting the cat run. If just the thought of sex was enough to bring the animal out without him realizing it…He stood and paced to the window, then back to the bed. He could hear Nate now, hear the soft whisper of his bare feet on the floors, the resonance of his voice as he talked on the phone.
Hardison moved on the couch, the sound of the sheets on his skin making Eliot wish it was his hands on that skin…remembering the sound he made when Eliot held him down. He swallowed the need rising in him and forced himself away from the door.
Nate moved closer, Eliot could feel him, drawn perhaps by Eliot's restlessness. The door opened and Nate eased inside. "You should be sleeping."
"Can't." His nearness wasn't helping. Eliot blew out air and shook his head.
Nate came closer, and Eliot hissed when Nate touched his arm. Literally, hissed. Like an angry cat.
"Did you feed?" Nate asked, pulling his hand away.
"Yeah. Whole fucking deer." Eliot responded.
"Clearly that wasn't enough."
"What the fuck else do you want me to do? You already fed on Hardison. I can't take more."
"Here." Nate offered his wrist, but Eliot shook his head.
"Won't help."
"You don't know that." Nate pulled off the t-shirt he had put on when he'd gotten up, tossing it aside as he moved closer.
"It'll make it worse." Eliot said, shaking his head again as Nate pulled him in, tilting his head away, offering his neck. He wanted it, he could feel the need to bite, to suck life into himself, but Nate didn't have what he needed. Just like Eliot didn't have what Nate needed anymore.
"Try." Nate's voice was soft, seductive and his hand pressed Eliot closer to his skin.
His fangs descended before he was aware of it, and Eliot licked his lips before licking over Nate's skin. He breathed in deep, then bit. It wasn't like biting Hardison. The blood wasn't warm, it was flat and there was a fleeting taste of whiskey and sex as he swallowed.
After a few swallows he pulled back, wiping his mouth. The hunger roared inside him. The vampire part of him wanted out, wanted to taste fresh blood, to feel the life fill him as he drank it from someone else. Eliot turned away, fighting to contain it.
It was going to be a losing battle.
"I have to go." He pushed past Nate, but Nate caught him and pulled him back.
"Not like this."
He could hear the heartbeats of Ryna and Hardison, even the damn cat calling to him. "I have to. Before I hurt them."
"I won't let you hurt them." Nate countered.
Eliot looked him in the eye, trembling from head to toe with the effort to keep himself from them. "I’m not sure you can stop me."
Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Two(Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Eliot/Hardison, Ryna (OFC)
Rating: Rish
Word Count: 823
Summary: Eliot, Nate and Hardison are still adjusting to the changes in their lives since Eliot was changed.
A/Ns & Summary: Second chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my
angst_bingo card, found here. Angsty, mention of blood and such. For the prompt "insomnia".Sleep should have come easily with as tired as he was. Nate carried Hardison out to the couch and Eliot crawled into their bed, fatigue pulling at every muscle in his body.
The silence in the room was thick, deep.
Eliot rolled onto his back and stared into the dark toward the ceiling. With the blinds that kept Nate safe from the sun, the room was darker than the rest of the house, perfect for sleeping.
Except now that he was here in the bed, in the silence, in the dark…sleep seemed to slip away into the shadows.
He sighed and forced himself to close his eyes. He cleared his mind and breathed deep and slow. The calm didn’t last long, flashes of his night in the woods flooding in, the exhilaration as he shifted, let the animal out of him…the fire in his limbs as he ran.
He pushed the feelings away, breathing in again and holding the breath until his mind had cleared again. Then he let it out slow.
He could feel Nate, in the kitchen. He could smell Hardison…on the sheets, in the air. His heart thumped with desire to possess him, the way Nate obviously had. Eliot groaned as an image filled his head, of the two of them here, in this bed, bodies naked and slicked with sweat as Nate pulled Hardison back against him…Hardison’s head falling back on Nate’s shoulder as he pressed down onto him, riding Nate, offering his neck for the inevitable bite.
Eliot kicked off the suddenly stifling sheets and rolled over onto his side, punching his pillow…but that just made the scent of Nate on the pillow stronger. He was hard and aching.
He sat up and shook his head. He needed to sleep. But that wasn’t coming easily apparently. He ran a hand over his face, stopping when he realized his hands had begun shifting. He inhaled and pulled the cat inside deeper. Slowly his hands reverted, the claws disappearing.
He should have better control after spending the night letting the cat run. If just the thought of sex was enough to bring the animal out without him realizing it…He stood and paced to the window, then back to the bed. He could hear Nate now, hear the soft whisper of his bare feet on the floors, the resonance of his voice as he talked on the phone.
Hardison moved on the couch, the sound of the sheets on his skin making Eliot wish it was his hands on that skin…remembering the sound he made when Eliot held him down. He swallowed the need rising in him and forced himself away from the door.
Nate moved closer, Eliot could feel him, drawn perhaps by Eliot's restlessness. The door opened and Nate eased inside. "You should be sleeping."
"Can't." His nearness wasn't helping. Eliot blew out air and shook his head.
Nate came closer, and Eliot hissed when Nate touched his arm. Literally, hissed. Like an angry cat.
"Did you feed?" Nate asked, pulling his hand away.
"Yeah. Whole fucking deer." Eliot responded.
"Clearly that wasn't enough."
"What the fuck else do you want me to do? You already fed on Hardison. I can't take more."
"Here." Nate offered his wrist, but Eliot shook his head.
"Won't help."
"You don't know that." Nate pulled off the t-shirt he had put on when he'd gotten up, tossing it aside as he moved closer.
"It'll make it worse." Eliot said, shaking his head again as Nate pulled him in, tilting his head away, offering his neck. He wanted it, he could feel the need to bite, to suck life into himself, but Nate didn't have what he needed. Just like Eliot didn't have what Nate needed anymore.
"Try." Nate's voice was soft, seductive and his hand pressed Eliot closer to his skin.
His fangs descended before he was aware of it, and Eliot licked his lips before licking over Nate's skin. He breathed in deep, then bit. It wasn't like biting Hardison. The blood wasn't warm, it was flat and there was a fleeting taste of whiskey and sex as he swallowed.
After a few swallows he pulled back, wiping his mouth. The hunger roared inside him. The vampire part of him wanted out, wanted to taste fresh blood, to feel the life fill him as he drank it from someone else. Eliot turned away, fighting to contain it.
It was going to be a losing battle.
"I have to go." He pushed past Nate, but Nate caught him and pulled him back.
"Not like this."
He could hear the heartbeats of Ryna and Hardison, even the damn cat calling to him. "I have to. Before I hurt them."
"I won't let you hurt them." Nate countered.
Eliot looked him in the eye, trembling from head to toe with the effort to keep himself from them. "I’m not sure you can stop me."
