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Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Five (Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Eliot/Hardison
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1165
Summary: Nate sets out to help Eliot work out whatever has him all worked up. In the gym. With sex.
A/Ns & Summary: Fifth 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. For the prompt "self harm". WARNINGS: violent sex, blood kink (vampires, hello!), biting
“Eliot—“
Eliot held up a hand and shook his head. “No, Nate. I’m fine.”
“She’s right, you do lie worse than I do.” Nate reached for him, but Eliot pulled away. “Come on, even Ryna can see that you aren’t okay.”
Eliot glared at him. “Fine, what is it you want to hear?”
Nate crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. “I want you to talk to me, Eliot.”
“Right, cause that’s how this works with us. Talking.”
“Things are different now.” Nate said softly. “You can’t bottle it up, or you’ll end up hurting someone.”
“It’s what I do.” Eliot growled. “I hurt people, remember? I was a killer long before you ever bit me for the first time Nate.” He started to storm away.
“So tell me why it bothers you now when it didn’t before.”
Eliot stopped in the doorway. He didn’t look at Nate, but his fists were clenched and Nate could see the beginnings of the cat coming out in them. “Eliot.”
“What?” he growled through clenched teeth.
Blood dripped from his hands to the floor as claws dug into his skin.
“Eliot, stop.”
Nate grabbed his shoulder and turned him, cursing when he saw the blood on Eliot’s face too, his lips torn from fangs clenching down on them.
“Stop.”
“Why?” Eliot pulled away from him.
“You’re hurting yourself.”
Eliot stormed away, past Hardison who was just coming out of the bathroom, down the hall. Nate followed, Hardison tailing him, all the way down to the gym. “Just leave me alone.” Eliot said. Eliot’s hands were full claws now, more than half way through his shift, and he left long, angry red welts across his stomach and chest as he pulled his shirt off.
“No.” Nate responded. “I’ve done that. It hasn’t worked.”
“I’m warning you, Nate—“ He growled, that deep, chest level growl that was all cat.
“Eliot, man…”
“Get lost Hardison.” Eliot hissed and turned away, punching the heavy bag. It broke open, spilling sand onto the floor.
“Hardison, I want you to take Ryna and got out for a while. When you come back, bring blood and meat.” Nate said, putting himself between Eliot and Hardison.
“You sure that’s—“
“Just do it, and lock the gym door behind you.”
Eliot hissed and growled at Nate as the door shut and Nate pulled his own shirt off. “You want to hurt someone, Eliot? I’m right here. You want to get bloody, fine. Lets.”
“Get out.”
“No.”
Eliot was huffing through his nose, his body starting to cover in fine fur as the shift depend. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Nate crossed the floor and Eliot backed up as he approached. “Stay back.”
Nate let his own shift happen, his fangs descending, his eyes going black. “No.”
He had Eliot against the mirrored wall, his hands covering the wounds in Eliot’s stomach. “You want it to hurt, Eliot? I can make it hurt.” Nate moved fast, fingers slipping in blood as he bit Eliot’s shoulder.
Eliot roared and shoved him back, raking a bloody line across Nate’s chest.
“Come on.” Nate pulled his sweatpants down, dropping them and stepping clear. “Come on.”
Eliot pounced, literally, and they went down together, rolling until they hit the treadmill. Eliot growled down into Nate’s face, blood dripping from his cut lips.
Nate pushed him away, flipping them. He bit down on Eliot’s nipple, drawing blood before Eliot’s knees crushed in on his hips and Eliot sat up, knocking Nate over backwards. His claws dug into Nate’s shoulders, his mouth open as he dove for Nate’s neck, biting and drinking deep until Nate could pull him loose with a hand tangled in Eliot’s hair.
Nate punched him, Eliot punched back. Nate wriggled loose of his knees and pulled back, standing, his cock hard. Eliot’s nostrils flared and he cracked his neck as he squatted, his own cock visibly hard under his sweats.
“I know what you’re trying to do.” Eliot said around the fangs, his voice sounding strange and deep.
“I’m not trying anything.” Nate responded. “I’m going to fuck this stupid idea out of your head.”
Eliot snarled at him. “I don’t think so.”
“Watch me.” Nate charged him and Eliot sprang up. They grappled until his claws tore into Nate’s arms, then separated, though Nate had managed to get Eliot’s sweats down off his hips.
The smell of blood and sweat and arousal rose around them as they fought and fell to the floor, rolling and fighting for dominance. Eliot used claws in Nate’s side to hold him still and before Nate could wriggle loose, Eliot was on top of him, his cock shoved into Nate while he growled.
It was fast and over with a hot flush of come and Eliot collapsing against him, panting. Eliot rolled to the floor, the cat withdrawing, leaving him almost vulnerable looking as he closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands.
Nate rolled onto his side, pressing a hand against the bloody wound in his side. When Eliot didn't move, Nate leaned in to lick at the blood smeared over his chest, up to his nipple. He lapped at the bite marks, his free hand sliding along Eliot's side, over his hip and under his leg. His fingers sought out Eliot's hole, all the while he licked and sucked at the nipple. When he pressed in, Eliot groaned, his hands falling away from his face.
The anger had faded, though some of the pain remained. Nate pressed Eliot open, moving now to kneel between his legs, pressing Eliot's left leg up toward his chest, making room for Nate. He didn't do a lot of prep, Eliot needed to feel it and Nate meant to make it so he did.
Nate pressed his cock to Eliot's ass, pushing in. Eliot tightened around him, but Nate kept pushing. One long, full stroke so that he was fully inside him, leaning into him. Eliot's hands scrambled against the hardwood floor as his body tightened again, then relaxed. He nodded and Nate pulled out, just as slowly as he had pushed in.
Eliot's eyes closed and his head tipped back, his neck exposed. Nate took the invitation, biting and letting the blood trickle out, smearing it into Eliot's skin. Eliot caught his hand and brought it to his mouth, licking at the blood. His eyes flashed and he pressed Nate's wrist to his mouth.
When he bit, Nate couldn't hold his orgasm back any longer, coming hard as Eliot drank.
They were both smeared with blood as Nate lay down beside him, but Eliot seemed to have calmed, more than Nate had expected even. His eyes were closed, and aside from the blood smeared across his face, he looked peaceful.
Nate brushed a hand across his face and Eliot's eyes fluttered open, but didn't stay open, as exhaustion pulled him toward sleep. All things considered, Nate couldn't blame him.
Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Five (Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Eliot/Hardison
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1165
Summary: Nate sets out to help Eliot work out whatever has him all worked up. In the gym. With sex.
A/Ns & Summary: Fifth chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my
angst_bingo card, found here. For the prompt "self harm". WARNINGS: violent sex, blood kink (vampires, hello!), biting“Eliot—“
Eliot held up a hand and shook his head. “No, Nate. I’m fine.”
“She’s right, you do lie worse than I do.” Nate reached for him, but Eliot pulled away. “Come on, even Ryna can see that you aren’t okay.”
Eliot glared at him. “Fine, what is it you want to hear?”
Nate crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. “I want you to talk to me, Eliot.”
“Right, cause that’s how this works with us. Talking.”
“Things are different now.” Nate said softly. “You can’t bottle it up, or you’ll end up hurting someone.”
“It’s what I do.” Eliot growled. “I hurt people, remember? I was a killer long before you ever bit me for the first time Nate.” He started to storm away.
“So tell me why it bothers you now when it didn’t before.”
Eliot stopped in the doorway. He didn’t look at Nate, but his fists were clenched and Nate could see the beginnings of the cat coming out in them. “Eliot.”
“What?” he growled through clenched teeth.
Blood dripped from his hands to the floor as claws dug into his skin.
“Eliot, stop.”
Nate grabbed his shoulder and turned him, cursing when he saw the blood on Eliot’s face too, his lips torn from fangs clenching down on them.
“Stop.”
“Why?” Eliot pulled away from him.
“You’re hurting yourself.”
Eliot stormed away, past Hardison who was just coming out of the bathroom, down the hall. Nate followed, Hardison tailing him, all the way down to the gym. “Just leave me alone.” Eliot said. Eliot’s hands were full claws now, more than half way through his shift, and he left long, angry red welts across his stomach and chest as he pulled his shirt off.
“No.” Nate responded. “I’ve done that. It hasn’t worked.”
“I’m warning you, Nate—“ He growled, that deep, chest level growl that was all cat.
“Eliot, man…”
“Get lost Hardison.” Eliot hissed and turned away, punching the heavy bag. It broke open, spilling sand onto the floor.
“Hardison, I want you to take Ryna and got out for a while. When you come back, bring blood and meat.” Nate said, putting himself between Eliot and Hardison.
“You sure that’s—“
“Just do it, and lock the gym door behind you.”
Eliot hissed and growled at Nate as the door shut and Nate pulled his own shirt off. “You want to hurt someone, Eliot? I’m right here. You want to get bloody, fine. Lets.”
“Get out.”
“No.”
Eliot was huffing through his nose, his body starting to cover in fine fur as the shift depend. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Nate crossed the floor and Eliot backed up as he approached. “Stay back.”
Nate let his own shift happen, his fangs descending, his eyes going black. “No.”
He had Eliot against the mirrored wall, his hands covering the wounds in Eliot’s stomach. “You want it to hurt, Eliot? I can make it hurt.” Nate moved fast, fingers slipping in blood as he bit Eliot’s shoulder.
Eliot roared and shoved him back, raking a bloody line across Nate’s chest.
“Come on.” Nate pulled his sweatpants down, dropping them and stepping clear. “Come on.”
Eliot pounced, literally, and they went down together, rolling until they hit the treadmill. Eliot growled down into Nate’s face, blood dripping from his cut lips.
Nate pushed him away, flipping them. He bit down on Eliot’s nipple, drawing blood before Eliot’s knees crushed in on his hips and Eliot sat up, knocking Nate over backwards. His claws dug into Nate’s shoulders, his mouth open as he dove for Nate’s neck, biting and drinking deep until Nate could pull him loose with a hand tangled in Eliot’s hair.
Nate punched him, Eliot punched back. Nate wriggled loose of his knees and pulled back, standing, his cock hard. Eliot’s nostrils flared and he cracked his neck as he squatted, his own cock visibly hard under his sweats.
“I know what you’re trying to do.” Eliot said around the fangs, his voice sounding strange and deep.
“I’m not trying anything.” Nate responded. “I’m going to fuck this stupid idea out of your head.”
Eliot snarled at him. “I don’t think so.”
“Watch me.” Nate charged him and Eliot sprang up. They grappled until his claws tore into Nate’s arms, then separated, though Nate had managed to get Eliot’s sweats down off his hips.
The smell of blood and sweat and arousal rose around them as they fought and fell to the floor, rolling and fighting for dominance. Eliot used claws in Nate’s side to hold him still and before Nate could wriggle loose, Eliot was on top of him, his cock shoved into Nate while he growled.
It was fast and over with a hot flush of come and Eliot collapsing against him, panting. Eliot rolled to the floor, the cat withdrawing, leaving him almost vulnerable looking as he closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands.
Nate rolled onto his side, pressing a hand against the bloody wound in his side. When Eliot didn't move, Nate leaned in to lick at the blood smeared over his chest, up to his nipple. He lapped at the bite marks, his free hand sliding along Eliot's side, over his hip and under his leg. His fingers sought out Eliot's hole, all the while he licked and sucked at the nipple. When he pressed in, Eliot groaned, his hands falling away from his face.
The anger had faded, though some of the pain remained. Nate pressed Eliot open, moving now to kneel between his legs, pressing Eliot's left leg up toward his chest, making room for Nate. He didn't do a lot of prep, Eliot needed to feel it and Nate meant to make it so he did.
Nate pressed his cock to Eliot's ass, pushing in. Eliot tightened around him, but Nate kept pushing. One long, full stroke so that he was fully inside him, leaning into him. Eliot's hands scrambled against the hardwood floor as his body tightened again, then relaxed. He nodded and Nate pulled out, just as slowly as he had pushed in.
Eliot's eyes closed and his head tipped back, his neck exposed. Nate took the invitation, biting and letting the blood trickle out, smearing it into Eliot's skin. Eliot caught his hand and brought it to his mouth, licking at the blood. His eyes flashed and he pressed Nate's wrist to his mouth.
When he bit, Nate couldn't hold his orgasm back any longer, coming hard as Eliot drank.
They were both smeared with blood as Nate lay down beside him, but Eliot seemed to have calmed, more than Nate had expected even. His eyes were closed, and aside from the blood smeared across his face, he looked peaceful.
Nate brushed a hand across his face and Eliot's eyes fluttered open, but didn't stay open, as exhaustion pulled him toward sleep. All things considered, Nate couldn't blame him.
