FIC: Hidden Talents (Leverage - Nate/Eliot - FRAO - 1/1)
Title: Hidden Talents
Author: Sam-Tony
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Nate/Eliot
Rating: FRAO - slash, kink, knifeplay, sex, little bit of BDSM and D/s
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Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.
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Summary: Eliot isn't the only one with hidden talents.
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A/N: Comment Fic - Leverage, dom!Nate/Eliot, knife
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Hidden Talents
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Eliot wasn’t the only one with secrets. He wasn’t the only one with hidden talents.
Holding the knife easily in his hand, Nate studied the man held captive under him, hands and feet tied to the bed by metal chains and leather cuffs that were already leaving rough, red marks as Eliot alternately balled and released his fists, panting into the warm night air of the open windows, waiting, anticipating what Nate was going to do next.
Naked, bound and held open for his gaze, for his touch, for the knife held in his hand, Eliot was beautiful; a willing sacrifice to the darkness Nate held in check with the ease of long practice.
No, Eliot wasn’t the only one with a hidden past. And despite popular belief, he wasn’t the only one who knew how to hold a knife.
The first few lines dimpled into the firm skin were met with sharp indrawn breaths and the not-so-subtle tightening of the body lying under him. By the time Nate had drawn light, maddening trails down both arms, over the collarbone and down the well defined chest, Eliot’s muscles were trembling with the effort of holding still and he glowed in the candlelight. But he was hard, and leaking, and his eyes were glazed with more than the instinctive fear that being this vulnerable brought him.
When Eliot licked his lips, Nate knew he had him.
“Eliot?”
The low, guttural groan forced out through clenched teeth had Nate closing his eyes in pleasure, enjoying the thrill and the tightening in his own body that the needy sound produced. And then came the one word Nate had been waiting for.
“Please!”
Snapping his eyes open, Nate smiled down at his lover, Eliot groaning at the look Nate gave him while the knife skimmed over a nipple, trailed a little harder down the flat stomach, hard enough to sting until he reached his goal; the one place both he and Eliot wanted the knife to bite. A single pass along the underside, a second, a third and Eliot was pushing involuntarily against the blade as he came, body drawn tight and bowed off the bed.
The knife was back as he came down, panting and blinking into the darkness, the point making a sharp trail up along his throat, scraping over the bobbing adam’s apple until the flat of the blade lay like a benediction against his lips, inviting Eliot to taste the metallic bite of the steel that lay under the bitter salt of his own come.
“Eliot?” Nate asked, still in control, the darkness still coiled tight in his belly, his body thrumming with arousal and denied release.
As he watched Eliot lick around the blade, the pink tongue darting out around the knife, Nate growled low in his throat at the challenge coming back into the blue eyes that struggled to focus past the blade to meet his. The answer, when it came, was more demand than request and sent a wave of heat flooding through his veins.
“More.”
End