Happy (belated) birthday Badfalcon! fic!
I'm really hoping this posts when I'm done with it... I can only view LJ from my phone. (Yay smart phones!)
Nonetheless, badfalcon, I hope you enjoy these when you can see them! ♥
Leverage, Eliot, Eliot as a victorian gentleman vampire:
Not sure if this is what you wanted, but it's what he gave me... ;)
He doesn't need to see the street to watch it, although he does position himself at his table so that all he need do is turn his head; a dark corner of the patio cafe and a bottle of whiskey is more than enough for the more conversational regulars to keep to themselves rather than question the stranger who is clearly far too well dressed for this part of town. Eliot can hear the whispers, the rumors already starting, but they will simply have to wait, because he can already smell that singular hint of bourbon approaching. He tips his head just so, and in the shadows down the street he can see the man known as Nathan Ford stumbling along.
~
The man is unaccompanied, an unfortunate turn as the Lady Devereux would undoubtedly kept him sober, but Eliot rises anyway, intent on doing business if it means waiting with Master Ford until dawn. He's halfway across the street when he smells something --someone-- he has not smelled in at least a decade, and so hastens his pace, dodging around two carriages and a lamp lighter.
If it weren't for his speed, Master Ford would have been shot, and he would not have reached the roof in time to take the assassin in hand.
~
"Master Quinn," he growls, extending his fangs to make his threat complete. The assassins eyes go wide and his mouth opens as though to scream but no sound comes out. "Who are you working for?"
~
"Eliot, please, don't..." Quinn stutters, "...can't, I can't..."
"Tell me," Eliot demands, but Quinn just shakes his head fervently back and forth, his next plea already on his lips. But he doesn't get to speak, because Eliot shall not risk Quinn's employer discovering Eliot's involvement, and quite honestly, he needed to feed anyway...
Kane RPS, Chris/Steve/Riley, something to do with Chris n Steve n Riley n hipbones and/or lower backs:
Steve lets his fingers trace idly along Christian's lower back, teasing only vaguely at his tailbone as he watches Christian nip down along Riley's left hip bone, down and down until nearly the crease of his thigh, only to skip across and work his way up along the other side.
"Please," Riley gasps, struggling to sound like that isn't a whine and tugging again at the ropes tying him to the headboard.
"What do you think, Chris," Steve murmurs, "can you make him come before I get you to?"
I know, I'm a fucking tease...
Nonetheless, badfalcon, I hope you enjoy these when you can see them! ♥
Leverage, Eliot, Eliot as a victorian gentleman vampire:
Not sure if this is what you wanted, but it's what he gave me... ;)
He doesn't need to see the street to watch it, although he does position himself at his table so that all he need do is turn his head; a dark corner of the patio cafe and a bottle of whiskey is more than enough for the more conversational regulars to keep to themselves rather than question the stranger who is clearly far too well dressed for this part of town. Eliot can hear the whispers, the rumors already starting, but they will simply have to wait, because he can already smell that singular hint of bourbon approaching. He tips his head just so, and in the shadows down the street he can see the man known as Nathan Ford stumbling along.
~
The man is unaccompanied, an unfortunate turn as the Lady Devereux would undoubtedly kept him sober, but Eliot rises anyway, intent on doing business if it means waiting with Master Ford until dawn. He's halfway across the street when he smells something --someone-- he has not smelled in at least a decade, and so hastens his pace, dodging around two carriages and a lamp lighter.
If it weren't for his speed, Master Ford would have been shot, and he would not have reached the roof in time to take the assassin in hand.
~
"Master Quinn," he growls, extending his fangs to make his threat complete. The assassins eyes go wide and his mouth opens as though to scream but no sound comes out. "Who are you working for?"
~
"Eliot, please, don't..." Quinn stutters, "...can't, I can't..."
"Tell me," Eliot demands, but Quinn just shakes his head fervently back and forth, his next plea already on his lips. But he doesn't get to speak, because Eliot shall not risk Quinn's employer discovering Eliot's involvement, and quite honestly, he needed to feed anyway...
Kane RPS, Chris/Steve/Riley, something to do with Chris n Steve n Riley n hipbones and/or lower backs:
Steve lets his fingers trace idly along Christian's lower back, teasing only vaguely at his tailbone as he watches Christian nip down along Riley's left hip bone, down and down until nearly the crease of his thigh, only to skip across and work his way up along the other side.
"Please," Riley gasps, struggling to sound like that isn't a whine and tugging again at the ropes tying him to the headboard.
"What do you think, Chris," Steve murmurs, "can you make him come before I get you to?"
I know, I'm a fucking tease...