Colorblind
Title: Colorblind
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Alec/Eliot
Summary: “It's not really a race issue, Alec. Not many of us can see color anymore. You just shouldn't go anywhere without your master's permission. He worries.” “My what?
Word Count: 1,651
Warnings/Rating: R (for language and implied sex)
Notes: Written for dragonbetween 's prompt over at comment_fic ; “Leverage; Alec/Eliot; They steal a mirror and end up in the future”
It wasn't the most difficult job they'd done together. To be perfectly honest, everything went smooth as could be. Except for Hardison not shutting the fuck up on the comm.
“I'm just sayin' if you're gonna get up at three in the morning, then shut off the lamp. And the door! Why don't you ever shut the door?”
“Hardison, I-”
“No, man. No. See, that's not cool. If you ask me, I think it's the least you could do. Why can't you manage that?”
Alec kept going on and Eliot gripped the mirror more tightly. If that man wasn't so incredible in bed, he would have beaten him to a pulp by now.
“Why are you mumbling? You know I can't hear that.”
“Apparently, I don't know anything,” he snapped wrenching the van door open. “Shut up and let's go.”
Alec folded his arms across his chest. “Whatever, grouch.”
Eliot turned to him to say something, but he found himself pulled forward and then Alec was kissing him and gripping his hair tightly. When Alec pulled away, he began to talk about why they couldn't have a bigger computer room because of the gym and would it kill him to go to the basement, so he could set up multiple monitors?
He rolled his eyes and planned out very carefully how he was going to fuck Alec into silence on every surface they hadn't already had sex on. Kitchen counter, kitchen island, the back wall of their bedroom...
The mirror, as it turned out, was a real collector's item, and Parker was not happy to have been left out of the heist.
“Collectables aren't really your specialty, Eliot,” she scolded.
He had grinned. “Nah, but it was fun.”
She grumbled but had to admit they had done a good job. Nate had tutted about their lack of backup, but Sophie was quick to point out that they had done some major panning. Eventually, all was forgiven, and the mirror's protective plastic sticky covering was removed to examine it. The original owner was concerned about the state of the glass. If it was cracked or broken, then it was to be sent to someone else first. They had an address.
Parker tugged off the cover, and Hardison watched in fascination as the glass glinted with sunlight. He turned to tell Eliot something, but when he leaned over, everything went gray around the edges.
He opened his eyes and put a hand up to shade against the glare. Alec was curled against his chest. They were so not in Boston anymore. In fact, they were standing in the middle of a city square, that Eliot would have sworn was New York if not for the fact that is was so clean, that it was sterile. People were moving up and down the walkways quickly and calmly. They wore jumpsuits that had a Logan's Run feel if Ultraviolet fell into it. Futuristic youth, but clean and shiny. Like HD.
“Do you think it was a magic mirror?”
“Alec, if you don't stop that shit-”
But a crowd of people swept by them and they got separated. Alec grappled for the other man and cursed when he grasped nothing but air. A man dressed in a long coat stepped towards him.
“Sir,” his voice was surprisingly gentle for his size. “Where is your Dom?”
Alec swallowed. “What?”
The man frowned. “I'm afraid you'll have to come with me.”
*
Eliot was standing on the other side of the road, fuming. He could see Alec, but he couldn't get to the other side. A barrier had come up because there was now traffic. He turned to hit something but encountered a blonde man also dressed in a long coat.
“I'm sorry, Dom. I didn't see you there.” He gestured to the man taking Alec. “My Dom is on the other side. He asked me to wait here until he returns from his emergency shift.”
Eliot frowned. “Okaaay?”
The man frowned. “I'm sorry, Dom. Are you alright? Can I do anything for you?”
“No. I just. I'm not from around here.”
“But, Sir, I was just-”
Eliot held up a hand. “Please, be quiet.”
The man instantly hushed. “I need to think about this. Just for a minute. A really long minute.”
Alec stared up at the columns of the inner building. It was sleek glass and steel wherever he looked. Several meek looking men and women milled about. None were chained down like he was though, and it was a little embarrassing. Although, maybe trying to take down the guard hadn't been his best idea ever. He could slip the cuffs, but he had realized that this way Eliot could come and save him more easily. One central location and all that. Eliot had explained it to him once, but he hadn't been listening.
The Matron as she had introduced herself was sitting in front of him. “Now, Alec, you simply-”
“It's because I'm black, isn't it?” he blurted out in an effort to distract her.
She looked confused for a moment, but she shook her head. “It's not really a race issue, Alec. Not many of us can see color anymore. You just shouldn't go anywhere without your master's permission. He worries.”
“What?”
“Any good master would worry about a treasure like you, and it seems you don't have a collar or tracking chip.” She clucked her tongue. “We'll have to see about fixing that.”
“Lady, I am not-”
She frowned. “Your manners could use some work. Guard Nathan's Sub has alerted us to your Dom's location, and he is coming up here.”
“Eliot? He's here?”
She was shaking her head. “Alec, you should not be so informal.”
“I already told you people. I'm not from here.”
Her earlier dismissal seemed to be fading. “Perhaps, when Dom Eliot gets here, we'll clarify this issue.”
He almost laughed. No way was Eliot Spencer going to make this easier.
*
Alec could hear Eliot out in the hallway, cussing up a storm and throwing things. One of the guards had tried to grab his arm and Eliot had reacted badly. The Matron rushed out but almost immediately rushed back in.
“Sub Alec. Come, we need your help. Your Dom is very upset.”
She dragged him back out into the hall, where Eliot had pinned down Guard Nathan, whose “sub” looked like he was about to cry. He was pulling on Eliot's sleeve.
“Please, Dom, my master is hurting. Let him go!”
“Not a fucking chance. You don't touch me, and you bring me Hardison. Now.”
“He's right here, Dom Eliot. Your sub is right here. Please, let go of Guard Nathan.”
“Hey, baby,” Alec teased.
Eliot let the man go. He slid down the wall and his sub rushed to him. “Master, are you alright?”
“I'll be fine, Eric. Help me up, pet.”
The affection in his tone was clear, and Hardison felt his cheeks color. It was charming the way they spoke to each other. They were in love with each other, and it was clear that Eric was all sorts of distressed at seeing Nathan like that.
“Now, you,” Eliot pointed at the Matron, “are going to explain exactly how this,” he gestured between Alec and Nathan, “happened.”
The woman paled. “Of course.”
It took several hours before they realized the following things: they were in the year 2500, almost all couples engaged in a 24/7 BDSM relationship with a Sub and a Dom/me, most of them were colorblind due to a genetic mutation that allowed the current population to survive an incredibly viral and contagious form of swine flu, and most subs who removed their collars were assumed to have done so of their own free will as it was a sign that domestic abuse was happening. It was a way for a sub to ask for help without disobeying any orders as it was illegal to order a sub to retain a collar.
“Why did you assume Alec was my,” Eliot paused, clearly uncomfortable, “submissive?”
The Matron smiled. “His posture. When you were not by his side, Guard Nathan realized that you were at a loss. He assumed you had removed your collar as a plea for help, but then we thought that you may have been abandoned. However, if you are truly not from our time, then it is not surprising. You came through a mirror, so it could have been one of the looking glasses from the Wonderland Twins.” At their puzzled looks, she elaborated. “The Wonderland Twins are a pair of identical mirrors with the rumored power to allow time travel between two places, so long as one looking glass remains in the traveler's time of origin. I believe the one we have is maintained in a private museum. I could ask around for you, of course, but tomorrow we will worry. Tonight you shall rest. There are spare rooms in the back. Let me show you!”
*
Later that evening, in the offered room, Eliot was lying on his back on the bed, combing through Alec's hair with his fingers. The other man was lying across his chest. Their clothes were in a heap somewhere, and the collar Eric had slipped Eliot before they had left was around Alec's neck.
“How long do you think it will take the team to figure out how to get us?”
Eliot laughed. “I think we'd better start work at finding that other mirror.”
Coyly, Alec reclined further into the circle of the other man's arms. “There's no rush.”
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Alec/Eliot
Summary: “It's not really a race issue, Alec. Not many of us can see color anymore. You just shouldn't go anywhere without your master's permission. He worries.” “My what?
Word Count: 1,651
Warnings/Rating: R (for language and implied sex)
Notes: Written for dragonbetween 's prompt over at comment_fic ; “Leverage; Alec/Eliot; They steal a mirror and end up in the future”
It wasn't the most difficult job they'd done together. To be perfectly honest, everything went smooth as could be. Except for Hardison not shutting the fuck up on the comm.
“I'm just sayin' if you're gonna get up at three in the morning, then shut off the lamp. And the door! Why don't you ever shut the door?”
“Hardison, I-”
“No, man. No. See, that's not cool. If you ask me, I think it's the least you could do. Why can't you manage that?”
Alec kept going on and Eliot gripped the mirror more tightly. If that man wasn't so incredible in bed, he would have beaten him to a pulp by now.
“Why are you mumbling? You know I can't hear that.”
“Apparently, I don't know anything,” he snapped wrenching the van door open. “Shut up and let's go.”
Alec folded his arms across his chest. “Whatever, grouch.”
Eliot turned to him to say something, but he found himself pulled forward and then Alec was kissing him and gripping his hair tightly. When Alec pulled away, he began to talk about why they couldn't have a bigger computer room because of the gym and would it kill him to go to the basement, so he could set up multiple monitors?
He rolled his eyes and planned out very carefully how he was going to fuck Alec into silence on every surface they hadn't already had sex on. Kitchen counter, kitchen island, the back wall of their bedroom...
The mirror, as it turned out, was a real collector's item, and Parker was not happy to have been left out of the heist.
“Collectables aren't really your specialty, Eliot,” she scolded.
He had grinned. “Nah, but it was fun.”
She grumbled but had to admit they had done a good job. Nate had tutted about their lack of backup, but Sophie was quick to point out that they had done some major panning. Eventually, all was forgiven, and the mirror's protective plastic sticky covering was removed to examine it. The original owner was concerned about the state of the glass. If it was cracked or broken, then it was to be sent to someone else first. They had an address.
Parker tugged off the cover, and Hardison watched in fascination as the glass glinted with sunlight. He turned to tell Eliot something, but when he leaned over, everything went gray around the edges.
He opened his eyes and put a hand up to shade against the glare. Alec was curled against his chest. They were so not in Boston anymore. In fact, they were standing in the middle of a city square, that Eliot would have sworn was New York if not for the fact that is was so clean, that it was sterile. People were moving up and down the walkways quickly and calmly. They wore jumpsuits that had a Logan's Run feel if Ultraviolet fell into it. Futuristic youth, but clean and shiny. Like HD.
“Do you think it was a magic mirror?”
“Alec, if you don't stop that shit-”
But a crowd of people swept by them and they got separated. Alec grappled for the other man and cursed when he grasped nothing but air. A man dressed in a long coat stepped towards him.
“Sir,” his voice was surprisingly gentle for his size. “Where is your Dom?”
Alec swallowed. “What?”
The man frowned. “I'm afraid you'll have to come with me.”
*
Eliot was standing on the other side of the road, fuming. He could see Alec, but he couldn't get to the other side. A barrier had come up because there was now traffic. He turned to hit something but encountered a blonde man also dressed in a long coat.
“I'm sorry, Dom. I didn't see you there.” He gestured to the man taking Alec. “My Dom is on the other side. He asked me to wait here until he returns from his emergency shift.”
Eliot frowned. “Okaaay?”
The man frowned. “I'm sorry, Dom. Are you alright? Can I do anything for you?”
“No. I just. I'm not from around here.”
“But, Sir, I was just-”
Eliot held up a hand. “Please, be quiet.”
The man instantly hushed. “I need to think about this. Just for a minute. A really long minute.”
Alec stared up at the columns of the inner building. It was sleek glass and steel wherever he looked. Several meek looking men and women milled about. None were chained down like he was though, and it was a little embarrassing. Although, maybe trying to take down the guard hadn't been his best idea ever. He could slip the cuffs, but he had realized that this way Eliot could come and save him more easily. One central location and all that. Eliot had explained it to him once, but he hadn't been listening.
The Matron as she had introduced herself was sitting in front of him. “Now, Alec, you simply-”
“It's because I'm black, isn't it?” he blurted out in an effort to distract her.
She looked confused for a moment, but she shook her head. “It's not really a race issue, Alec. Not many of us can see color anymore. You just shouldn't go anywhere without your master's permission. He worries.”
“What?”
“Any good master would worry about a treasure like you, and it seems you don't have a collar or tracking chip.” She clucked her tongue. “We'll have to see about fixing that.”
“Lady, I am not-”
She frowned. “Your manners could use some work. Guard Nathan's Sub has alerted us to your Dom's location, and he is coming up here.”
“Eliot? He's here?”
She was shaking her head. “Alec, you should not be so informal.”
“I already told you people. I'm not from here.”
Her earlier dismissal seemed to be fading. “Perhaps, when Dom Eliot gets here, we'll clarify this issue.”
He almost laughed. No way was Eliot Spencer going to make this easier.
*
Alec could hear Eliot out in the hallway, cussing up a storm and throwing things. One of the guards had tried to grab his arm and Eliot had reacted badly. The Matron rushed out but almost immediately rushed back in.
“Sub Alec. Come, we need your help. Your Dom is very upset.”
She dragged him back out into the hall, where Eliot had pinned down Guard Nathan, whose “sub” looked like he was about to cry. He was pulling on Eliot's sleeve.
“Please, Dom, my master is hurting. Let him go!”
“Not a fucking chance. You don't touch me, and you bring me Hardison. Now.”
“He's right here, Dom Eliot. Your sub is right here. Please, let go of Guard Nathan.”
“Hey, baby,” Alec teased.
Eliot let the man go. He slid down the wall and his sub rushed to him. “Master, are you alright?”
“I'll be fine, Eric. Help me up, pet.”
The affection in his tone was clear, and Hardison felt his cheeks color. It was charming the way they spoke to each other. They were in love with each other, and it was clear that Eric was all sorts of distressed at seeing Nathan like that.
“Now, you,” Eliot pointed at the Matron, “are going to explain exactly how this,” he gestured between Alec and Nathan, “happened.”
The woman paled. “Of course.”
It took several hours before they realized the following things: they were in the year 2500, almost all couples engaged in a 24/7 BDSM relationship with a Sub and a Dom/me, most of them were colorblind due to a genetic mutation that allowed the current population to survive an incredibly viral and contagious form of swine flu, and most subs who removed their collars were assumed to have done so of their own free will as it was a sign that domestic abuse was happening. It was a way for a sub to ask for help without disobeying any orders as it was illegal to order a sub to retain a collar.
“Why did you assume Alec was my,” Eliot paused, clearly uncomfortable, “submissive?”
The Matron smiled. “His posture. When you were not by his side, Guard Nathan realized that you were at a loss. He assumed you had removed your collar as a plea for help, but then we thought that you may have been abandoned. However, if you are truly not from our time, then it is not surprising. You came through a mirror, so it could have been one of the looking glasses from the Wonderland Twins.” At their puzzled looks, she elaborated. “The Wonderland Twins are a pair of identical mirrors with the rumored power to allow time travel between two places, so long as one looking glass remains in the traveler's time of origin. I believe the one we have is maintained in a private museum. I could ask around for you, of course, but tomorrow we will worry. Tonight you shall rest. There are spare rooms in the back. Let me show you!”
*
Later that evening, in the offered room, Eliot was lying on his back on the bed, combing through Alec's hair with his fingers. The other man was lying across his chest. Their clothes were in a heap somewhere, and the collar Eric had slipped Eliot before they had left was around Alec's neck.
“How long do you think it will take the team to figure out how to get us?”
Eliot laughed. “I think we'd better start work at finding that other mirror.”
Coyly, Alec reclined further into the circle of the other man's arms. “There's no rush.”