Hallelujah, Leverage, NC-17
Fandom: Leverage
Title: Hallelujah (a vamp!Nate story)
Pairing: Nate/Eliot
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1376
Summary: Mostly PWP. Eliot finds his old guitar and sings a song. Nate really rather likes the sound.
A/Ns & Warnings: I'm totally blaming Jason Manns for this. He put up an acoustic version of "Hallelujah" on his MySpace and I've always loved that song...and then I was listening to it over and over and well, vamp!Nate got ideas. Warnings: Song fic, vamp fic so there's blood play, biting, some honor bondage of a sort. Possible sacriledge. Abuse of a song.
It's late, well past midnight and he can't sleep, so he sits alone in the kitchen with just his guitar, his bare feet on the cool tile, his hair tucked behind his ears as he strums almost absent mindedly.
The song is old, familiar and the words come easy, like a memory.
Now I've heard there was a secret chord, that David played, and it pleased the Lord, But you don't really care for music, do ya? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah.
Eliot's fingers pull at the strings, drawing the tune from them the way they used to, back when life was easier. He hasn't played in a long time, and he isn't sure why he feels the need to tonight, but he's home alone; Ryna's spending the night with Suzy Popplewell up the block and Nate's out somewhere, and Eliot can't sleep, and looking for something to do, his hand had found the old guitar in the back of the closet, so here he is.
Your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya. She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, and she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah… Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah.
His eyes close as the song weaves around him, each verse coming easier from the strings of the guitar, from the back of his throat, from somewhere inside him.
Baby I have been here before, I know this room, I've walked this floor. I used to live alone before I knew ya. I've seen your flag on the marble arch, but love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah.
He didn't hear the door or any sound, but he suddenly knows Nate is behind him, sliding into the room the way only a vampire can, one minute air is simply filled with him and Eliot starts a little.
"Don't stop." Nate growls behind him and Eliot doesn't hesitate to obey that sound, it's Nate hungry, Nate demanding what he needs and Eliot will always, always give him that.
There was a time you let me know, what's really going on below, but now you never show it to me, do ya? And remember when I moved in you, the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah.
Nate's hand is in his hair know, fingertips rubbing on Eliot's scalp, turning his head to the side, exposing his neck for his lips, hungry, needy, tongue sliding over the mark, the place that tells anyone who knows exactly who Eliot belongs to. It makes him hard, his cock poking out through pajama pants. Nate's other hand slides up Eliot's back, marking a long trail of red that isn't quite broken skin along his spine.
Well, maybe there's a god above, but all I've ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you. It's not a cry that you hear at night, it's not someone who's seen the light, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
Eliot's voice cracks as Nate's teeth scrape his skin, pricking just enough to cause blood to well up. Nate's tongue swipes over the skin, up to Eliot's ear. "Sing to me Eliot."
His fingers stumble on the strings, but he finds the melody again, somehow, even as Nate lifts Eliot's hair and licks over the back of his neck. "Fuck." Eliot whispers, his cock twitching and forcing him to rearrange the guitar.
You say I took the name in vain, but I don't even know the name, and if I did, well really, what's it to ya? There's a blaze of light in every word, it doesn't matter which you heard, the holy or the broken Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah.
He closes his eyes, leans into the guitar as Nate's tongue slides down his spine. His nails trace over the scratch, digging in deeper and Eliot can feel the heat as he spills blood, the warmth spreading as Nate's tongue laves over the scratch to taste it.
I did my best, it wasn't much. I couldn't feel, so I learned to touch. I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool ya. And even though it all went wrong, I'll stand right here and sing my song, with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah… Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah.
His fingers play on, long after his voice fails him, his mouth moving without sound as Nate's lip do obscene things on his skin. Nate finally works his way up to a shoulder, his hands stripping the guitar from Eliot's lap and setting it aside. He moves in front, straddling Eliot's legs, grinding down against him until Eliot's voice finds him again, groaning out Nate's name.
Nate's hands capture Eliot's, pin them to the arms of the chair as he kisses Eliot with bruising force, his fangs extending into the plump fullness of Eliot's lower lip, drawing out a whimper along with the blood and Nate sucks both eagerly into his mouth.
Eliot's cock is leaking slick pearls of pre-come onto his stomach, and he grips the chair until his hands hurt, knowing he shouldn't let go, knowing he needs to touch, growling a little in frustration as Nate's mouth moves down his neck. "Sing." Nate growls in his ear and Eliot almost can't understand him, he's so crazy with need for him to do more than tease.
"Hallelujah…" Eliot's voice breaks as Nate's tongue swirls around a nipple and his head falls back as his teeth tease it up hard and tight. "Fuck, Nate…fuck…just…please…"
Nate's hand is on his cock, stroking it hard and fast, but not enough. His other hand fists in Eliot's hair, pulls his head to the side. "Sing, Eliot." Nate growls.
The words tumble out of him without thought, his voice a scratchy growl of hunger and need and want… "You say I took the name in vain, but I don't even know the name, and if I did, well really, what's it to ya?"
Nate's thumb swipes over the tip of Eliot's cock, his teeth play against the spot on his neck already bleeding, teasing at the tiny pinprick, opening it just a little more, letting the sharp sting race through Eliot before licking it away.
"There's a blaze of light in every word, it doesn't matter which you heard, the holy or the broken Hallelujah.” He breaks on the word, cracking it in half, offering it up as a plea…one Nate answers by sinking his teeth into Eliot's neck and letting go of his cock as Eliot spills between them.
"…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…" Nate whispers the word to him over and over while Eliot quivers through the last of his orgasm. His hand tightens around Eliot's cock again, too much so soon and Eliot hisses, pulls back against the chair. "This is mine." Nate murmurs and Eliot isn't sure if he means his dick, or the song, or just the word…but he doesn't care, lurching forward to take Nate's mouth as his own.
They end up on the floor, wrestling to get clothes off, and landing with Eliot on his back, Nate pressing into him, Eliot panting and arching up under him, wanting Nate closer, wanting Nate inside him. "Feel that." Nate says, his voice dark, his eyes black.
"And remember when I moved in you, the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah." Eliot smiles through the words, gritting his teeth as Nate moves inside him, harder now, faster. The words come tumbling through him, all out of order and not making sense, gasped out between breathes as Nate gets closer to coming.
"Well, maybe there's a god above…how to shoot somebody who outdrew you….it's not someone who's seen the light….cold and it's a broken hallelujah…" Nate's cock finds his prostate and Eliot sees stars, yelling out the "hallelujah" as Nate comes inside him.
When Eliot can think again, Nate's grinning down at him. "Holy enough for you?"
Eliot grins and lets Nate help him up off the floor. "I've always been more partial to the broken ones, myself."
Title: Hallelujah (a vamp!Nate story)
Pairing: Nate/Eliot
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1376
Summary: Mostly PWP. Eliot finds his old guitar and sings a song. Nate really rather likes the sound.
A/Ns & Warnings: I'm totally blaming Jason Manns for this. He put up an acoustic version of "Hallelujah" on his MySpace and I've always loved that song...and then I was listening to it over and over and well, vamp!Nate got ideas. Warnings: Song fic, vamp fic so there's blood play, biting, some honor bondage of a sort. Possible sacriledge. Abuse of a song.
It's late, well past midnight and he can't sleep, so he sits alone in the kitchen with just his guitar, his bare feet on the cool tile, his hair tucked behind his ears as he strums almost absent mindedly.
The song is old, familiar and the words come easy, like a memory.
Now I've heard there was a secret chord, that David played, and it pleased the Lord, But you don't really care for music, do ya? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah.
Eliot's fingers pull at the strings, drawing the tune from them the way they used to, back when life was easier. He hasn't played in a long time, and he isn't sure why he feels the need to tonight, but he's home alone; Ryna's spending the night with Suzy Popplewell up the block and Nate's out somewhere, and Eliot can't sleep, and looking for something to do, his hand had found the old guitar in the back of the closet, so here he is.
Your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya. She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, and she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah… Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah.
His eyes close as the song weaves around him, each verse coming easier from the strings of the guitar, from the back of his throat, from somewhere inside him.
Baby I have been here before, I know this room, I've walked this floor. I used to live alone before I knew ya. I've seen your flag on the marble arch, but love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah.
He didn't hear the door or any sound, but he suddenly knows Nate is behind him, sliding into the room the way only a vampire can, one minute air is simply filled with him and Eliot starts a little.
"Don't stop." Nate growls behind him and Eliot doesn't hesitate to obey that sound, it's Nate hungry, Nate demanding what he needs and Eliot will always, always give him that.
There was a time you let me know, what's really going on below, but now you never show it to me, do ya? And remember when I moved in you, the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah.
Nate's hand is in his hair know, fingertips rubbing on Eliot's scalp, turning his head to the side, exposing his neck for his lips, hungry, needy, tongue sliding over the mark, the place that tells anyone who knows exactly who Eliot belongs to. It makes him hard, his cock poking out through pajama pants. Nate's other hand slides up Eliot's back, marking a long trail of red that isn't quite broken skin along his spine.
Well, maybe there's a god above, but all I've ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you. It's not a cry that you hear at night, it's not someone who's seen the light, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
Eliot's voice cracks as Nate's teeth scrape his skin, pricking just enough to cause blood to well up. Nate's tongue swipes over the skin, up to Eliot's ear. "Sing to me Eliot."
His fingers stumble on the strings, but he finds the melody again, somehow, even as Nate lifts Eliot's hair and licks over the back of his neck. "Fuck." Eliot whispers, his cock twitching and forcing him to rearrange the guitar.
You say I took the name in vain, but I don't even know the name, and if I did, well really, what's it to ya? There's a blaze of light in every word, it doesn't matter which you heard, the holy or the broken Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah.
He closes his eyes, leans into the guitar as Nate's tongue slides down his spine. His nails trace over the scratch, digging in deeper and Eliot can feel the heat as he spills blood, the warmth spreading as Nate's tongue laves over the scratch to taste it.
I did my best, it wasn't much. I couldn't feel, so I learned to touch. I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool ya. And even though it all went wrong, I'll stand right here and sing my song, with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah… Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah.
His fingers play on, long after his voice fails him, his mouth moving without sound as Nate's lip do obscene things on his skin. Nate finally works his way up to a shoulder, his hands stripping the guitar from Eliot's lap and setting it aside. He moves in front, straddling Eliot's legs, grinding down against him until Eliot's voice finds him again, groaning out Nate's name.
Nate's hands capture Eliot's, pin them to the arms of the chair as he kisses Eliot with bruising force, his fangs extending into the plump fullness of Eliot's lower lip, drawing out a whimper along with the blood and Nate sucks both eagerly into his mouth.
Eliot's cock is leaking slick pearls of pre-come onto his stomach, and he grips the chair until his hands hurt, knowing he shouldn't let go, knowing he needs to touch, growling a little in frustration as Nate's mouth moves down his neck. "Sing." Nate growls in his ear and Eliot almost can't understand him, he's so crazy with need for him to do more than tease.
"Hallelujah…" Eliot's voice breaks as Nate's tongue swirls around a nipple and his head falls back as his teeth tease it up hard and tight. "Fuck, Nate…fuck…just…please…"
Nate's hand is on his cock, stroking it hard and fast, but not enough. His other hand fists in Eliot's hair, pulls his head to the side. "Sing, Eliot." Nate growls.
The words tumble out of him without thought, his voice a scratchy growl of hunger and need and want… "You say I took the name in vain, but I don't even know the name, and if I did, well really, what's it to ya?"
Nate's thumb swipes over the tip of Eliot's cock, his teeth play against the spot on his neck already bleeding, teasing at the tiny pinprick, opening it just a little more, letting the sharp sting race through Eliot before licking it away.
"There's a blaze of light in every word, it doesn't matter which you heard, the holy or the broken Hallelujah.” He breaks on the word, cracking it in half, offering it up as a plea…one Nate answers by sinking his teeth into Eliot's neck and letting go of his cock as Eliot spills between them.
"…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…" Nate whispers the word to him over and over while Eliot quivers through the last of his orgasm. His hand tightens around Eliot's cock again, too much so soon and Eliot hisses, pulls back against the chair. "This is mine." Nate murmurs and Eliot isn't sure if he means his dick, or the song, or just the word…but he doesn't care, lurching forward to take Nate's mouth as his own.
They end up on the floor, wrestling to get clothes off, and landing with Eliot on his back, Nate pressing into him, Eliot panting and arching up under him, wanting Nate closer, wanting Nate inside him. "Feel that." Nate says, his voice dark, his eyes black.
"And remember when I moved in you, the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah." Eliot smiles through the words, gritting his teeth as Nate moves inside him, harder now, faster. The words come tumbling through him, all out of order and not making sense, gasped out between breathes as Nate gets closer to coming.
"Well, maybe there's a god above…how to shoot somebody who outdrew you….it's not someone who's seen the light….cold and it's a broken hallelujah…" Nate's cock finds his prostate and Eliot sees stars, yelling out the "hallelujah" as Nate comes inside him.
When Eliot can think again, Nate's grinning down at him. "Holy enough for you?"
Eliot grins and lets Nate help him up off the floor. "I've always been more partial to the broken ones, myself."