Fic: Prostitution Is The World's Oldest Profession - Eliot/Alec, Parker
Title: Prostitution Is The World's Oldest Profession
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Eliot/Alec, mentions of Nate/Alec, Nate/Parker, Nate/Eliot
Rating: R
Warnings: mentions of underage non-con sex, prostitution, underage prostitution, angst
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am just an innocent bystander with an overactive imagination that happens to writer her fantasies down.
A/N: This is definitely one of my darker pieces. I'm not actually sure where this came from but I decided that I would finally write some Leverage fic. This started out happy but turned into this. It's pretty terrible but its my first Leverage piece so cut me some slack. Title from Cobra Starship.
~ Prostitution Is The World's Oldest Profession~
The room is dim and the air is stuffy. The bulb swinging from the ceiling had long since blown and the only light comes from the old torch flashlight that Alec had strategically set up in the middle of the room. The meager light casts angled shadows across the dirty mattress where the two boys lay curled against each other. Eliot sitting upright with his back against the wall and Alec’s head pillowed on his chest.
It isn’t comfortable and Eliot is more than sore after the night he’s had but he is content to stay right where he is. He is happy that he has the teen with him and he is relatively unscathed.
He glances down at the boy’s head and smiles a small smile when he was passes the cigarette they’ve been sharing. A couple of years ago Eliot would have scoffed in the faces of smokers but now it is one of the few things that helps relieve the monotony of the nights. As it is he is lucky if he only smokes a pack a night.
He takes a long drag, holds the smoke in his lungs for a bit and then exhales before he hands the stick back to Alec. The younger boy shifts slightly in his arms and he can feel the intake of breath as he takes his own drag.
The atmosphere is lazy and Eliot is content with just laying there with Alec in his arms, smoking in silence but he knows he should probably think of getting up at some point. Both of them have to take showers and he is sure that Parker had left more than an hour ago and she should have been back ages ago.
Of course, speak of the devil and he shall appear, the door squeaks open and Parker steps in silently holding a rustling plastic bag and three wallets. Eliot can vaguely make out the edges of a grin as she plops down on the mattress at his feet. She tosses the wallets onto his lap and then proceeds to dump the contents of the bag onto the bed in front of her. Eliot frowns.
“Did you steal these?” Parker nods with a look of pride. He sighs and shakes his head. “You know stealing is bad, Parker?”
The girl’s face falls and she looks down at her fingers. Alec sits up from Eliot’s arms and frowns.
“Yeah, so is what we do every night and what our clients do as well.” Alec spits out the words as he grabs the orange soda and packet of gummy frogs Parker had brought. Eliot feels his stomach knot and bile rises in his throat at the cynicism in the boy’s voice.
It was just sickening that a boy his age should know the things he knows. Barely pushing sixteen and he already knows the going price of a blow-job and what to do in the event that the john turns out to be a cop.
Not that he’d have anything to worry about considering Nate had a few cops, congressmen, senators, and judges in his pocket. Eliot was even certain that he had some dirt on the DA and the ADA that most likely involved the both of them and certain unnamed strippers of the male persuasion. Of course no one in their right mind would even think to mess with anything of Nate Ford’s.
As if it heard, the large tattoo spanning his left shoulder aches as if professing it’s loyalty to Nate. Eliot winces slightly and he can sense the matching tattoos on Alec’s lower back and Parker’s entire back. The feeling of nausea returns and he closes his eyes tightly.
His eyes remain shut until he feels Alec’s body return to it’s home in Eliot’s arms and he can hear the light taps of Parker’s shoes on the floor as she presumably makes her way to the bathroom that connects to their tiny room. He looks down at Alec’s head and a moment later his assumptions are proven with the tell-tale sound of the shower running. He pulls the younger boy closer and plants a soft kiss on his head.
The most the two of them had ever done was kiss.
It had mostly been Eliot’s idea. He figured that they did enough fucking with strangers that he didn’t want to associate the one thing that had probably ruined Alec’s life with their tentative relationship. Alec had argued that what they were doing wouldn’t have been fucking and instead making love since they were in love. Eliot had squashed that logic because to be honest he felt a little squicky about touching the teenager no matter what he did with strangers.
Most of all, Eliot didn’t want Alec to wake up years from now and resent Eliot for being just another pervert that had taken a piece of his soul.
Eliot feels Alec sigh and a warmth spreads over his body. He wishes that he could stay like that forever but he knows that in a few hours Sophie will come knocking on the door for them to head out to the streets. Nate will probably call for Alec again and Eliot will, as usual, go and take his place probably procuring another set of bruises. Nate tends to get rough when he doesn’t get what he wants. It will be worth it though, as it always is, since the day Alec came to this god-forsaken place.
It was about two years ago now. Eliot had been with Nate for about three years and for the most part he had learnt the ropes. By that time as well, Eliot had become one of Nate’s top sellers and his favorite boy and as long as Eliot kept bringing in money and bent over like a good little slut for Nate every once in a while, everything was fine.
The day they arrived, Eliot had just come in for the night. It had been a long one and he was just ready to fall onto his dirty mattress and sleep for days. He had just begun to take his boots off when Sophie came to the door and told him that Nate wanted him.
He had guessed what it was for and reluctantly stood up and followed the woman to Nate’s room. When he arrived in the room, what he saw was something that he never wished to see again and would be ingrained in his memory for the rest of his life.
On the large bed in the middle of the room lay the prone figure of a young boy, barely fourteen, Alec, and a young girl, the same age, curled in a fetal position hand clutching the boys desperately.
There was blood and cum smeared all along his belly, crotch, thighs and ass and his wrists and neck were badly bruised. The girl’s blond hair was matted and her lips were swollen and an unnatural shade of red. Her hips were littered with finger shaped bruises and her thighs were bright red but luckily not fully bruised. Nate had smiled a menacing smile as he watched Eliot’s reaction.
“They’re even sweeter than you.” He’d whispered in Eliot’s ear and then grabbed the younger boy and bent him over the foot board of the bed.
Nate fucked him raw and hard right in front of Alec and Parker’s bleeding bodies and Eliot just stood there and took it numbly. The image of Alec splayed, broken, on the bed and Parker desperately clutching his hand tattooed on the insides of his eyelids.
It wasn’t until two days later that Eliot would formally meet them. The younger boy had been completely unconscious and unaware of what happened after he had passed out and Parker, for whatever reason, couldn’t speak anyway. Eliot had been grateful to a God he no longer believed in for those simple mercies. From that day on, Eliot took both Alec and Parker under his wing and kept them safe from the bad johns and Nate’s moods. He was ready to do anything and everything to keep them both safe.
Eliot is pulled out of his memories by the sound of the bathroom door opening. Parker walks out in nothing but a large, worn T-shirt. Her hair is wet and her skin still glistens with bath water. She yawns cutely and rubs her eyes before walking over to Eliot and Alec. She curls into Eliot’s free side and Eliot smiles a maternal smile.
“Did you brush your teeth?” he asks.
Parker nods silently and snuggles deeper into his side.
“Are you sure?” he asks again.
Parker lifts her head and frowns softly and nods her head vigorously.
Eliot sighs. Parker, satisfied, lays her head back down and snuggles closer wrapping one thin, pale arm around Alec’s bony shoulders. The boy fidgets slightly before placing a chaste kiss on the small patch of Eliot’s stomach exposed by his thin T-shirt and settling in to sleep, almost instantaneously beginning to snore softly.
Eliot’s heart swells and he can feel his throat constrict.
Despite all of the shit he’s seen and done in this terrible place as one of Nate’s many boys he is thankful that he is granted this one bit of happiness: Having his family, however small and completely fucked up they all are, here with him.
A/N 2: I know the ending sucks but I couldn't really think of a good way to end it. Hopefully those who read it enjoyed it.
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Eliot/Alec, mentions of Nate/Alec, Nate/Parker, Nate/Eliot
Rating: R
Warnings: mentions of underage non-con sex, prostitution, underage prostitution, angst
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am just an innocent bystander with an overactive imagination that happens to writer her fantasies down.
A/N: This is definitely one of my darker pieces. I'm not actually sure where this came from but I decided that I would finally write some Leverage fic. This started out happy but turned into this. It's pretty terrible but its my first Leverage piece so cut me some slack. Title from Cobra Starship.
~ Prostitution Is The World's Oldest Profession~
The room is dim and the air is stuffy. The bulb swinging from the ceiling had long since blown and the only light comes from the old torch flashlight that Alec had strategically set up in the middle of the room. The meager light casts angled shadows across the dirty mattress where the two boys lay curled against each other. Eliot sitting upright with his back against the wall and Alec’s head pillowed on his chest.
It isn’t comfortable and Eliot is more than sore after the night he’s had but he is content to stay right where he is. He is happy that he has the teen with him and he is relatively unscathed.
He glances down at the boy’s head and smiles a small smile when he was passes the cigarette they’ve been sharing. A couple of years ago Eliot would have scoffed in the faces of smokers but now it is one of the few things that helps relieve the monotony of the nights. As it is he is lucky if he only smokes a pack a night.
He takes a long drag, holds the smoke in his lungs for a bit and then exhales before he hands the stick back to Alec. The younger boy shifts slightly in his arms and he can feel the intake of breath as he takes his own drag.
The atmosphere is lazy and Eliot is content with just laying there with Alec in his arms, smoking in silence but he knows he should probably think of getting up at some point. Both of them have to take showers and he is sure that Parker had left more than an hour ago and she should have been back ages ago.
Of course, speak of the devil and he shall appear, the door squeaks open and Parker steps in silently holding a rustling plastic bag and three wallets. Eliot can vaguely make out the edges of a grin as she plops down on the mattress at his feet. She tosses the wallets onto his lap and then proceeds to dump the contents of the bag onto the bed in front of her. Eliot frowns.
“Did you steal these?” Parker nods with a look of pride. He sighs and shakes his head. “You know stealing is bad, Parker?”
The girl’s face falls and she looks down at her fingers. Alec sits up from Eliot’s arms and frowns.
“Yeah, so is what we do every night and what our clients do as well.” Alec spits out the words as he grabs the orange soda and packet of gummy frogs Parker had brought. Eliot feels his stomach knot and bile rises in his throat at the cynicism in the boy’s voice.
It was just sickening that a boy his age should know the things he knows. Barely pushing sixteen and he already knows the going price of a blow-job and what to do in the event that the john turns out to be a cop.
Not that he’d have anything to worry about considering Nate had a few cops, congressmen, senators, and judges in his pocket. Eliot was even certain that he had some dirt on the DA and the ADA that most likely involved the both of them and certain unnamed strippers of the male persuasion. Of course no one in their right mind would even think to mess with anything of Nate Ford’s.
As if it heard, the large tattoo spanning his left shoulder aches as if professing it’s loyalty to Nate. Eliot winces slightly and he can sense the matching tattoos on Alec’s lower back and Parker’s entire back. The feeling of nausea returns and he closes his eyes tightly.
His eyes remain shut until he feels Alec’s body return to it’s home in Eliot’s arms and he can hear the light taps of Parker’s shoes on the floor as she presumably makes her way to the bathroom that connects to their tiny room. He looks down at Alec’s head and a moment later his assumptions are proven with the tell-tale sound of the shower running. He pulls the younger boy closer and plants a soft kiss on his head.
The most the two of them had ever done was kiss.
It had mostly been Eliot’s idea. He figured that they did enough fucking with strangers that he didn’t want to associate the one thing that had probably ruined Alec’s life with their tentative relationship. Alec had argued that what they were doing wouldn’t have been fucking and instead making love since they were in love. Eliot had squashed that logic because to be honest he felt a little squicky about touching the teenager no matter what he did with strangers.
Most of all, Eliot didn’t want Alec to wake up years from now and resent Eliot for being just another pervert that had taken a piece of his soul.
Eliot feels Alec sigh and a warmth spreads over his body. He wishes that he could stay like that forever but he knows that in a few hours Sophie will come knocking on the door for them to head out to the streets. Nate will probably call for Alec again and Eliot will, as usual, go and take his place probably procuring another set of bruises. Nate tends to get rough when he doesn’t get what he wants. It will be worth it though, as it always is, since the day Alec came to this god-forsaken place.
It was about two years ago now. Eliot had been with Nate for about three years and for the most part he had learnt the ropes. By that time as well, Eliot had become one of Nate’s top sellers and his favorite boy and as long as Eliot kept bringing in money and bent over like a good little slut for Nate every once in a while, everything was fine.
The day they arrived, Eliot had just come in for the night. It had been a long one and he was just ready to fall onto his dirty mattress and sleep for days. He had just begun to take his boots off when Sophie came to the door and told him that Nate wanted him.
He had guessed what it was for and reluctantly stood up and followed the woman to Nate’s room. When he arrived in the room, what he saw was something that he never wished to see again and would be ingrained in his memory for the rest of his life.
On the large bed in the middle of the room lay the prone figure of a young boy, barely fourteen, Alec, and a young girl, the same age, curled in a fetal position hand clutching the boys desperately.
There was blood and cum smeared all along his belly, crotch, thighs and ass and his wrists and neck were badly bruised. The girl’s blond hair was matted and her lips were swollen and an unnatural shade of red. Her hips were littered with finger shaped bruises and her thighs were bright red but luckily not fully bruised. Nate had smiled a menacing smile as he watched Eliot’s reaction.
“They’re even sweeter than you.” He’d whispered in Eliot’s ear and then grabbed the younger boy and bent him over the foot board of the bed.
Nate fucked him raw and hard right in front of Alec and Parker’s bleeding bodies and Eliot just stood there and took it numbly. The image of Alec splayed, broken, on the bed and Parker desperately clutching his hand tattooed on the insides of his eyelids.
It wasn’t until two days later that Eliot would formally meet them. The younger boy had been completely unconscious and unaware of what happened after he had passed out and Parker, for whatever reason, couldn’t speak anyway. Eliot had been grateful to a God he no longer believed in for those simple mercies. From that day on, Eliot took both Alec and Parker under his wing and kept them safe from the bad johns and Nate’s moods. He was ready to do anything and everything to keep them both safe.
Eliot is pulled out of his memories by the sound of the bathroom door opening. Parker walks out in nothing but a large, worn T-shirt. Her hair is wet and her skin still glistens with bath water. She yawns cutely and rubs her eyes before walking over to Eliot and Alec. She curls into Eliot’s free side and Eliot smiles a maternal smile.
“Did you brush your teeth?” he asks.
Parker nods silently and snuggles deeper into his side.
“Are you sure?” he asks again.
Parker lifts her head and frowns softly and nods her head vigorously.
Eliot sighs. Parker, satisfied, lays her head back down and snuggles closer wrapping one thin, pale arm around Alec’s bony shoulders. The boy fidgets slightly before placing a chaste kiss on the small patch of Eliot’s stomach exposed by his thin T-shirt and settling in to sleep, almost instantaneously beginning to snore softly.
Eliot’s heart swells and he can feel his throat constrict.
Despite all of the shit he’s seen and done in this terrible place as one of Nate’s many boys he is thankful that he is granted this one bit of happiness: Having his family, however small and completely fucked up they all are, here with him.
A/N 2: I know the ending sucks but I couldn't really think of a good way to end it. Hopefully those who read it enjoyed it.