Fic - Belonging - For Maab Connor
Title: Belonging
Author: fangirl2323
Giftee: maab_connor
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to TNT, Leverage. Just borrowing them for fun
Pairing: Hardison/Eliot, slash, were!Eliot, AU
Summary: Hardison is the only one that knows the truth about Eliot
Word Count: 1447
Warnings/Rating: NC-17
Comments: For maab_connor - leverage exchange story
Nights when the moon is full or right after a job Eliot feels as if he's gone rabid. Shelter or none, he feels the Change in his marrow. Burning and tingling, his bones flow into different, awkward shapes, until even his scent is radically altered.
Hardison is the only one that knows about Eliot. The others haven't a clue. Eliot doesn't think they could handle another "surprise" after learning about his past with Damien Moreau. Since everyone, except Hardison is mad at him it is easier than usual for him slip away unnoticed.
He prefers change away from unseen eyes, which is why he takes off without telling anyone, for days sometimes. As the moon begins to rise, his bones begin to flow and Eliot's mind has already begun the switch to that other. To the other ways, to the other language -- To the other-being that waits behind his day-face and longs to run with the Moon.
When the other-being comes out, Eliot is gone. He is with the Moon. . . .
He is two minds in one reverse-flowing body, the evening's memories fresh within him. A strange sense of otherness come to him, along with the smooth, new skin. He coarsens, sprouting thick black hair and sharp, dark nails. His bones shorten and bend, forcing him to drop to all fours. His opposable thumbs--marvelous things--become part of his paws.
He . . . has paws again. . . . His hearing, scent, eyesight and Earth-sense sharpen.
His hackles raise and he howls to the moon above for the lost splendor of the night. He means to scream FUCK! . . . but it always comes out as BARK! The disappointment, though deep, is fleeting. His mind is filled the need to hunt, to kill and to mate.
He hunts with a pack occasionally, but mostly he hunts alone, like he has done in his human form for years, until the team.
The scent of home . . . Of Hardison was pulling at him after he had hunted and fed his hunger, now he wanted to feed his desire.
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It's shady, dark and cool, almost cold around the lake. The water like a mirror. The wind was calm. He headed back towards the house, as he climbs the stairs of the wrap-around porch, his eyes fall on the moon its shimmering reflection casts a silver sparkle across the still waters.
Eliot glanced inside the glass doors at the sleeping form sprawled out on the bed and smiles. He had learned that there wasn't much in this world that could soothe him and his wild thoughts, not even a romp through the woods in wolf form; the only remedy to it all apparently was sleeping peacefully in the bed.
Memories haunt him. Screams, bullet sounds and pain, all jumbled in the same package, loud and painful; flickers that tortured his brain. Going after Moreau had brought things to the surface that he thought he had buried and after discovering he was connected to Moreau, the team was questioning him. Hell, he was even questioning himself.
Nights like this he wished his memories would stay buried. Now... now even in wolf form, he was haunted by things he has done in human form. What he really wanted was to concentrate on the present, not on the past, but on what he had now. When he wasn't being haunted, he was happy, well content and comfortable, which was something new for him; Even his wolf was happy and he didn't want to lose what he found, a family and a home.
He heard the bed creak slightly as Hardison rolled over. The heat from Hardison's body teased his senses. His body hardened instantly at the sight of his mate, his human mate. His eyes flickered over Hardison's body, noticing that he was naked under the flimsy white sheet that was lazily draped over his hips. Eliot felt his body come alive, the need to mate raging inside him. His wolf senses alive with pleasure. He was learning not to fight the desire Hardison brought him, to just give in to it, let his wolf revel in it. He walked over to the end of the bed and tossed the sheet aside, revealing Hardison's naked body to his hungry eyes.
Eliot crawled up the bed, over Hardison's body, his tongue sliding up Hardison's spine until he reached Hardison's neck. Hardison's groan at the feel of Eliot's tongue and tip of his cock brushing his skin was his clue that the younger man was awake. He attempted to roll over on to his back, only to feel Eliot's teeth bite the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
"Don't move. Gonna claim you, like you've claimed me." Eliot growled against Hardison's ear.
Hardison whimpered, "Get on with it then, stop playing."
Eliot chuckled, "You're mine, not Parker's. Gonna make sure you remember that."
Hardison raised his head up, "What ... you knew about Parker?"
"About you making pretzels with Parker? Of course I did."
Eliot's hand grabbed Hardison's hair, tugging him so that he could lean in an kiss him, not a gentle kiss, but a biting, nipping, claiming kiss that seemed to go on forever. They were both breathing heavily when Eliot pulled away, his grip in Hardison's hair loosening.
"Don't make a habit of it, Hardison." Eliot growled dangerously.
His mind lost in a fog of lust, Hardison asked, "A habit of what?"
"Making pretzels with Parker." Eliot replied, his teeth sinking into Hardison's skin, but not breaking it.
"Oh! O .. kay." Hardison replied.
Leaning next to Hardison's ear again, Eliot said, "I mean it Hardison. I don't share. If I have to, I'll mark you, wake up the wolf slumbering inside you."
Strong hands slid Hardison's back to rest on his hips. Eliot rocked his hips forward against Hardison, letting him feel his erection. Hardison sucked in a deep breath and tried to push back against Eliot, only to discover his movements were limited.
"Eliot." Hardison groaned.
The feel of Hardison underneath him, his body trembling in anticipation of Eliot fucking him caused Eliot's wolf to keen, demanding that he take the older man. Sitting back, Eliot made quick work of removing his jeans, dropping them to the floor, before climbing back on the bed. Rough hands grasped Hardison's ankles, spreading his legs so that Eliot could room for himself between them.
Eliot's hands grabbed the globes of Hardison's ass, his thumbs grazing over the tender flesh before one of them circles Hardison's hole, teasing. The sound of Hardison's voice demanding that Eliot fuck him, made the hitter tempted to drag it out, but not tonight. He slipped his thumb inside Hardison's hole, to find it already lubed and waiting.
"And you say I'm the boy scout." Eliot growled in amusement.
"Come on El, just do it!"
Eliot lined himself up and entered Hardison in one swift motion. Hardison keened, his hands clutching at the sheets. Eliot kept a firm grip on Hardison's hips, controlling the rhythm. It was hard and fast and deep; differently from last time they had been together. This time it was raw, a desperation that came with the flickering of his memories and the need to remind Hardison of whom he belonged to.
Hardison's breath was now fast and labored. Eliot knew he was close, so he pulled Hardison up so that he was on his hands and knees. He wrapped his hand around Hardison's leaking cock, moving it time to the thrust of his hips. Hardison threw his head back and moaned as he spilled his seed. Eliot thrusted through the aftershocks of Hardison's orgasm before he emptied himself in his lover.
Eliot collapsed on top of Hardison, his head resting against Hardison's shoulder. Once his vision had cleared and his breathing was almost back to normal, he turned and asked, "You okay?"
“I’m numb.” Hardison's reply came from the pillow.
Eliot chuckled as he turn to look into sated eyes, "Yeah?"
"You sure?"
Eliot's eyes were twinkling as he brought his hand down on Hardison's ass.
"Ow! Bastard!" He grumbled.
"Can't be numb if you felt that." Eliot replied matter-of-factly.
Feeling Eliot's still hard cock buried inside him, Hardison knew he wasn't going to get any more sleep.
He groaned dramatically, "You trying to kill me?"
Eliot growled and rocked his hips, "Never heard you complain before, geek boy."
Suddenly, Eliot found himself flat on his back with Hardison on top of him, "Just a smartass, aren't you?"
Going along, Eliot chuckled, "What're you gonna do about it?"
"Show you that I love you and that you don't have to worry about Parker. " Hardison informed him before kissing Eliot, rendering him quiet.
The change and all else was forgotten . . . until the next full moon.
Author: fangirl2323
Giftee: maab_connor
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to TNT, Leverage. Just borrowing them for fun
Pairing: Hardison/Eliot, slash, were!Eliot, AU
Summary: Hardison is the only one that knows the truth about Eliot
Word Count: 1447
Warnings/Rating: NC-17
Comments: For maab_connor - leverage exchange story
Nights when the moon is full or right after a job Eliot feels as if he's gone rabid. Shelter or none, he feels the Change in his marrow. Burning and tingling, his bones flow into different, awkward shapes, until even his scent is radically altered.
Hardison is the only one that knows about Eliot. The others haven't a clue. Eliot doesn't think they could handle another "surprise" after learning about his past with Damien Moreau. Since everyone, except Hardison is mad at him it is easier than usual for him slip away unnoticed.
He prefers change away from unseen eyes, which is why he takes off without telling anyone, for days sometimes. As the moon begins to rise, his bones begin to flow and Eliot's mind has already begun the switch to that other. To the other ways, to the other language -- To the other-being that waits behind his day-face and longs to run with the Moon.
When the other-being comes out, Eliot is gone. He is with the Moon. . . .
He is two minds in one reverse-flowing body, the evening's memories fresh within him. A strange sense of otherness come to him, along with the smooth, new skin. He coarsens, sprouting thick black hair and sharp, dark nails. His bones shorten and bend, forcing him to drop to all fours. His opposable thumbs--marvelous things--become part of his paws.
He . . . has paws again. . . . His hearing, scent, eyesight and Earth-sense sharpen.
His hackles raise and he howls to the moon above for the lost splendor of the night. He means to scream FUCK! . . . but it always comes out as BARK! The disappointment, though deep, is fleeting. His mind is filled the need to hunt, to kill and to mate.
He hunts with a pack occasionally, but mostly he hunts alone, like he has done in his human form for years, until the team.
The scent of home . . . Of Hardison was pulling at him after he had hunted and fed his hunger, now he wanted to feed his desire.
++++++
It's shady, dark and cool, almost cold around the lake. The water like a mirror. The wind was calm. He headed back towards the house, as he climbs the stairs of the wrap-around porch, his eyes fall on the moon its shimmering reflection casts a silver sparkle across the still waters.
Eliot glanced inside the glass doors at the sleeping form sprawled out on the bed and smiles. He had learned that there wasn't much in this world that could soothe him and his wild thoughts, not even a romp through the woods in wolf form; the only remedy to it all apparently was sleeping peacefully in the bed.
Memories haunt him. Screams, bullet sounds and pain, all jumbled in the same package, loud and painful; flickers that tortured his brain. Going after Moreau had brought things to the surface that he thought he had buried and after discovering he was connected to Moreau, the team was questioning him. Hell, he was even questioning himself.
Nights like this he wished his memories would stay buried. Now... now even in wolf form, he was haunted by things he has done in human form. What he really wanted was to concentrate on the present, not on the past, but on what he had now. When he wasn't being haunted, he was happy, well content and comfortable, which was something new for him; Even his wolf was happy and he didn't want to lose what he found, a family and a home.
He heard the bed creak slightly as Hardison rolled over. The heat from Hardison's body teased his senses. His body hardened instantly at the sight of his mate, his human mate. His eyes flickered over Hardison's body, noticing that he was naked under the flimsy white sheet that was lazily draped over his hips. Eliot felt his body come alive, the need to mate raging inside him. His wolf senses alive with pleasure. He was learning not to fight the desire Hardison brought him, to just give in to it, let his wolf revel in it. He walked over to the end of the bed and tossed the sheet aside, revealing Hardison's naked body to his hungry eyes.
Eliot crawled up the bed, over Hardison's body, his tongue sliding up Hardison's spine until he reached Hardison's neck. Hardison's groan at the feel of Eliot's tongue and tip of his cock brushing his skin was his clue that the younger man was awake. He attempted to roll over on to his back, only to feel Eliot's teeth bite the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
"Don't move. Gonna claim you, like you've claimed me." Eliot growled against Hardison's ear.
Hardison whimpered, "Get on with it then, stop playing."
Eliot chuckled, "You're mine, not Parker's. Gonna make sure you remember that."
Hardison raised his head up, "What ... you knew about Parker?"
"About you making pretzels with Parker? Of course I did."
Eliot's hand grabbed Hardison's hair, tugging him so that he could lean in an kiss him, not a gentle kiss, but a biting, nipping, claiming kiss that seemed to go on forever. They were both breathing heavily when Eliot pulled away, his grip in Hardison's hair loosening.
"Don't make a habit of it, Hardison." Eliot growled dangerously.
His mind lost in a fog of lust, Hardison asked, "A habit of what?"
"Making pretzels with Parker." Eliot replied, his teeth sinking into Hardison's skin, but not breaking it.
"Oh! O .. kay." Hardison replied.
Leaning next to Hardison's ear again, Eliot said, "I mean it Hardison. I don't share. If I have to, I'll mark you, wake up the wolf slumbering inside you."
Strong hands slid Hardison's back to rest on his hips. Eliot rocked his hips forward against Hardison, letting him feel his erection. Hardison sucked in a deep breath and tried to push back against Eliot, only to discover his movements were limited.
"Eliot." Hardison groaned.
The feel of Hardison underneath him, his body trembling in anticipation of Eliot fucking him caused Eliot's wolf to keen, demanding that he take the older man. Sitting back, Eliot made quick work of removing his jeans, dropping them to the floor, before climbing back on the bed. Rough hands grasped Hardison's ankles, spreading his legs so that Eliot could room for himself between them.
Eliot's hands grabbed the globes of Hardison's ass, his thumbs grazing over the tender flesh before one of them circles Hardison's hole, teasing. The sound of Hardison's voice demanding that Eliot fuck him, made the hitter tempted to drag it out, but not tonight. He slipped his thumb inside Hardison's hole, to find it already lubed and waiting.
"And you say I'm the boy scout." Eliot growled in amusement.
"Come on El, just do it!"
Eliot lined himself up and entered Hardison in one swift motion. Hardison keened, his hands clutching at the sheets. Eliot kept a firm grip on Hardison's hips, controlling the rhythm. It was hard and fast and deep; differently from last time they had been together. This time it was raw, a desperation that came with the flickering of his memories and the need to remind Hardison of whom he belonged to.
Hardison's breath was now fast and labored. Eliot knew he was close, so he pulled Hardison up so that he was on his hands and knees. He wrapped his hand around Hardison's leaking cock, moving it time to the thrust of his hips. Hardison threw his head back and moaned as he spilled his seed. Eliot thrusted through the aftershocks of Hardison's orgasm before he emptied himself in his lover.
Eliot collapsed on top of Hardison, his head resting against Hardison's shoulder. Once his vision had cleared and his breathing was almost back to normal, he turned and asked, "You okay?"
“I’m numb.” Hardison's reply came from the pillow.
Eliot chuckled as he turn to look into sated eyes, "Yeah?"
"You sure?"
Eliot's eyes were twinkling as he brought his hand down on Hardison's ass.
"Ow! Bastard!" He grumbled.
"Can't be numb if you felt that." Eliot replied matter-of-factly.
Feeling Eliot's still hard cock buried inside him, Hardison knew he wasn't going to get any more sleep.
He groaned dramatically, "You trying to kill me?"
Eliot growled and rocked his hips, "Never heard you complain before, geek boy."
Suddenly, Eliot found himself flat on his back with Hardison on top of him, "Just a smartass, aren't you?"
Going along, Eliot chuckled, "What're you gonna do about it?"
"Show you that I love you and that you don't have to worry about Parker. " Hardison informed him before kissing Eliot, rendering him quiet.
The change and all else was forgotten . . . until the next full moon.