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Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Six (Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Eliot/Hardison
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 515
Summary: A conversation about fear leads to other things
A/Ns & Summary: Seventh 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 "phobias".
“It ain’t like I’m afraid.” Hardison said, though Nate wasn’t sure who he was talking to. They were between jobs, letting Eliot adjust so there wasn’t anything in particular to be afraid of…except for maybe Eliot. Hardison was at his laptop at the kitchen table. “Okay, maybe I am afraid…but it isn’t irrational. It’s not like I’ve got alektorophobia or zoophobia or something crazy like chrometophobia…did you know that people could be afraid of money?”
Nate felt his eyes and looked up from the potatoes he was peeling for dinner. “What?”
“I mean, compared to that, it’s perfectly rational to be afraid that the creature fucking you and drinking your blood might actually kill you, right?”
Nate put the potatoes into the pot of water and turned to Hardison. “You know neither one of us would never kill you.”
“Do I?” The pitch of his voice went up and he waved his hands around. “No. No. I do. I trust you. Except really…when I think about it, the last guy you fucked and sucked you nearly killed and in saving him you turned him into a…a…thing we don’t even have a name for…so…really…”
“What’s he rambling about?” Eliot asked as he came into the kitchen, freshly showered and dressed. He crossed to Nate, stealing a kiss before heading to the fridge for a bottle of water.
“How he’s not afraid…or is afraid…and is worried about whether or not he should be or something.” Nate offered, smirking as Hardison shook his head in frustration.
“Have you seen his claws?” Hardison squeaked.
Eliot downed half the water. Nate could tell he was calmer, his heart rate steady for the first time in days, well, if he was honest, since the run in with the cat that changed him. “Feeling better?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
Compared to Eliot, Hardison’s heart was racing. He was starting to sweat too. Nate frowned. They had kept him really close the last few days. He drew Eliot close, his voice pitched so that only Eliot would hear him. “You good enough that we can cut him loose for a while? He’s pretty worked up.”
Eliot glanced at Hardison, at the bounce of his knee and the way he was chewing on his fingernails. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Nate nodded. “Hardison, go home.”
Hardison stopped, looking from Nate to Eliot and back again. “Come again?”
“Go home. Get some rest. Do something for yourself.”
“But…what if y’all…”
Nate grinned and leaned in over Hardison, listening to his heart race even faster. “I’m sure we can entertain ourselves for a few hours, Hardison…unless you’re saying you need a little—“
Hardison held up both hands and pushed his chair back. “No. No, I’m fine. I can take a hint.” He closed up the laptop and stood.
Nate waited until he was gone, and they’d heard the front door close before he went back to working on food that was now just for Ryna. “There’s more blood.” Nate said as Eliot opened the refrigerator again.
Eliot wrinkled his nose and closed the door, pacing the kitchen.
Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Six (Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Eliot/Hardison
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 515
Summary: A conversation about fear leads to other things
A/Ns & Summary: Seventh chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my
angst_bingo card, found here. For the prompt "phobias".“It ain’t like I’m afraid.” Hardison said, though Nate wasn’t sure who he was talking to. They were between jobs, letting Eliot adjust so there wasn’t anything in particular to be afraid of…except for maybe Eliot. Hardison was at his laptop at the kitchen table. “Okay, maybe I am afraid…but it isn’t irrational. It’s not like I’ve got alektorophobia or zoophobia or something crazy like chrometophobia…did you know that people could be afraid of money?”
Nate felt his eyes and looked up from the potatoes he was peeling for dinner. “What?”
“I mean, compared to that, it’s perfectly rational to be afraid that the creature fucking you and drinking your blood might actually kill you, right?”
Nate put the potatoes into the pot of water and turned to Hardison. “You know neither one of us would never kill you.”
“Do I?” The pitch of his voice went up and he waved his hands around. “No. No. I do. I trust you. Except really…when I think about it, the last guy you fucked and sucked you nearly killed and in saving him you turned him into a…a…thing we don’t even have a name for…so…really…”
“What’s he rambling about?” Eliot asked as he came into the kitchen, freshly showered and dressed. He crossed to Nate, stealing a kiss before heading to the fridge for a bottle of water.
“How he’s not afraid…or is afraid…and is worried about whether or not he should be or something.” Nate offered, smirking as Hardison shook his head in frustration.
“Have you seen his claws?” Hardison squeaked.
Eliot downed half the water. Nate could tell he was calmer, his heart rate steady for the first time in days, well, if he was honest, since the run in with the cat that changed him. “Feeling better?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
Compared to Eliot, Hardison’s heart was racing. He was starting to sweat too. Nate frowned. They had kept him really close the last few days. He drew Eliot close, his voice pitched so that only Eliot would hear him. “You good enough that we can cut him loose for a while? He’s pretty worked up.”
Eliot glanced at Hardison, at the bounce of his knee and the way he was chewing on his fingernails. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Nate nodded. “Hardison, go home.”
Hardison stopped, looking from Nate to Eliot and back again. “Come again?”
“Go home. Get some rest. Do something for yourself.”
“But…what if y’all…”
Nate grinned and leaned in over Hardison, listening to his heart race even faster. “I’m sure we can entertain ourselves for a few hours, Hardison…unless you’re saying you need a little—“
Hardison held up both hands and pushed his chair back. “No. No, I’m fine. I can take a hint.” He closed up the laptop and stood.
Nate waited until he was gone, and they’d heard the front door close before he went back to working on food that was now just for Ryna. “There’s more blood.” Nate said as Eliot opened the refrigerator again.
Eliot wrinkled his nose and closed the door, pacing the kitchen.
