The Truth or Dare Job, Part One- Leverage (vamp!Nate verse), R-ish
Fandom: Leverage (Vamp!Nate verse)
Title: The Truth or Dare Job(Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Eliot/Hardison, Ryna (OFC)
Rating: Rish
Word Count: 943
Summary: Eliot, Nate and Hardison are still adjusting to the changes in their lives since Eliot was changed.
A/Ns & Summary: First chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my angst_bingo card, found here. Angsty, mention of blood and such. For the prompt "sleeping arrangements".
The sun was nipping at the horizon when Eliot let himself into the house, exhausted to the point of his hands shaking as he closed and locked the door, sore from the night’s activity and wanting nothing as much as a hot shower and to sleep until his body had recovered.
He stopped at Ryna’s door on his way to the bathroom. Her hair covered her pillow and her face was peaceful in sleep. Merlin poked his head up over her arm, blinking at Eliot.
He nodded at the cat and withdrew, trusting his daughter would sleep at least a few hours, and content herself with her Saturday morning of cat and toys and cartoons for a few more beyond that.
He stripped out of clothing that would need washing soon to keep the smell of blood and flesh from taking over the house. That was one of the first things he had learned about his new condition, his sense of smell had become so acute that it could overpower the input to nearly any other sense.
He started the shower and stepped in under hot water, watching as mud and blood, grass and bits of leaves washed away under his feet. He had left the house at sunset, drove out of the city and parked the truck, stripped naked and let himself shift completely.
The night air was all there was to witness it, to watch him run, climb, forage, hunt…he explored the limits of his abilities, the power and strength of what he had become. In the early hours he’d brought down a deer, drinking the hot blood before tearing into the flesh and eating until the beast was satisfied.
He had stripped what remained of the meat once he’d shifted back to human, packed it in the cooler in the truck. It would keep until he had slept.
The hot water beat against muscles sore from the combination of exertions. He sighed and bowed his head, letting it flow down his back before he turned the water off and climbed out to towel off.
Eliot wrapped a towel around his waist and yawned, opening the door that led into the bedroom he shared with Nate. The room smelled of sex and sweat, both recent. Nate’s eyes opened as Eliot neared. Hardison was sprawled out beside Nate, covering better than half of the bed, his right leg twined through Nate’s. Eliot could hear the slow beat of his heart that told him Nate had fed well.
Moving him would be more work than it was worth. The man slept like the dead after Nate fed. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Nate’s lips. “I’ll sleep on the couch,” he said, his voice gruff, yet soft.
He tamped down on the stab of jealousy and anger that spiked inside him. Nate needed Hardison. Eliot had no business telling him he couldn’t have what he needed. He crossed to the dresser and pulled on a pair of boxers.
It burned, knowing that he wasn’t what Nate needed any more, but they were all still making adjustments. The cat inside him affected all of them.
He padded out to the linen closet, pulling out sheets and a pillow, before going to the couch and spreading them out. He wanted to be in his own bed, wanted to feel the cool touch of Nate’s skin, to finish off his night with a whole different sort of activity.
He laid down and closed his eyes, pushing the petty jealousy away, but it lingered, leading his thoughts down a path of violence that he didn’t really want. It didn’t help that as he turned his head toward the back of the couch he could smell Hardison in the fabric.
Eliot growled and rolled to face out into the living room, trying to find a comfortable position.
"Come to bed."
Nate's voice stopped him, made him look up to where Nate leaned on the door to the bedroom, his arms crossed over his bare chest.
Eliot shook his head. "He needs to sleep."
"So do you." Nate chided.
Eliot snarled and sat up. "I'm trying not to be petty here."
Nate lifted an eyebrow. "How's that working for you?"
Eliot pulled his hand through wet hair and bit off the sharp response. "To be honest? It ain't." He stood and stalked to where Nate was still casually leaning on the doorframe. "Cause what I want to do is drag you back in there and show him that you were mine first."
Nate actually chuckled. Eliot started to stalk away, pissed, but Nate pulled him back. Eliot bristled, even as Nate's hand cupped to his cheek. "It's natural to be jealous."
"I'm not…jealous." Eliot growled, though his eyes flicked over Nate's shoulder into the dark of the bedroom.
"No, then what is this?"
"I'm tired." Eliot stepped back, headed for the couch. "Long night."
"And you came home, expecting the comfort of your bed, only to find Hardison already there." Nate said as followed.
Eliot sighed. "Okay, fine. You want me to admit it? Fuck, yes. Okay? I'm jealous. It's my bed. He's in it more than I am lately."
"It isn't like we can't move him. He won't even know."
"That isn't the point."
"Okay, what is the point?"
Eliot sagged, dropping back onto the couch. He rubbed his hands over his face, pulled them back through his hair, tugging a little to try to bring focus to his exhaustion. "I don't know. I'm…really tired. I just want to sleep."
Nate nodded. "Fine, but we aren't done. I'll bring Hardison out here. Get your ass to bed."
Title: The Truth or Dare Job(Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Eliot/Hardison, Ryna (OFC)
Rating: Rish
Word Count: 943
Summary: Eliot, Nate and Hardison are still adjusting to the changes in their lives since Eliot was changed.
A/Ns & Summary: First chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my angst_bingo card, found here. Angsty, mention of blood and such. For the prompt "sleeping arrangements".
The sun was nipping at the horizon when Eliot let himself into the house, exhausted to the point of his hands shaking as he closed and locked the door, sore from the night’s activity and wanting nothing as much as a hot shower and to sleep until his body had recovered.
He stopped at Ryna’s door on his way to the bathroom. Her hair covered her pillow and her face was peaceful in sleep. Merlin poked his head up over her arm, blinking at Eliot.
He nodded at the cat and withdrew, trusting his daughter would sleep at least a few hours, and content herself with her Saturday morning of cat and toys and cartoons for a few more beyond that.
He stripped out of clothing that would need washing soon to keep the smell of blood and flesh from taking over the house. That was one of the first things he had learned about his new condition, his sense of smell had become so acute that it could overpower the input to nearly any other sense.
He started the shower and stepped in under hot water, watching as mud and blood, grass and bits of leaves washed away under his feet. He had left the house at sunset, drove out of the city and parked the truck, stripped naked and let himself shift completely.
The night air was all there was to witness it, to watch him run, climb, forage, hunt…he explored the limits of his abilities, the power and strength of what he had become. In the early hours he’d brought down a deer, drinking the hot blood before tearing into the flesh and eating until the beast was satisfied.
He had stripped what remained of the meat once he’d shifted back to human, packed it in the cooler in the truck. It would keep until he had slept.
The hot water beat against muscles sore from the combination of exertions. He sighed and bowed his head, letting it flow down his back before he turned the water off and climbed out to towel off.
Eliot wrapped a towel around his waist and yawned, opening the door that led into the bedroom he shared with Nate. The room smelled of sex and sweat, both recent. Nate’s eyes opened as Eliot neared. Hardison was sprawled out beside Nate, covering better than half of the bed, his right leg twined through Nate’s. Eliot could hear the slow beat of his heart that told him Nate had fed well.
Moving him would be more work than it was worth. The man slept like the dead after Nate fed. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Nate’s lips. “I’ll sleep on the couch,” he said, his voice gruff, yet soft.
He tamped down on the stab of jealousy and anger that spiked inside him. Nate needed Hardison. Eliot had no business telling him he couldn’t have what he needed. He crossed to the dresser and pulled on a pair of boxers.
It burned, knowing that he wasn’t what Nate needed any more, but they were all still making adjustments. The cat inside him affected all of them.
He padded out to the linen closet, pulling out sheets and a pillow, before going to the couch and spreading them out. He wanted to be in his own bed, wanted to feel the cool touch of Nate’s skin, to finish off his night with a whole different sort of activity.
He laid down and closed his eyes, pushing the petty jealousy away, but it lingered, leading his thoughts down a path of violence that he didn’t really want. It didn’t help that as he turned his head toward the back of the couch he could smell Hardison in the fabric.
Eliot growled and rolled to face out into the living room, trying to find a comfortable position.
"Come to bed."
Nate's voice stopped him, made him look up to where Nate leaned on the door to the bedroom, his arms crossed over his bare chest.
Eliot shook his head. "He needs to sleep."
"So do you." Nate chided.
Eliot snarled and sat up. "I'm trying not to be petty here."
Nate lifted an eyebrow. "How's that working for you?"
Eliot pulled his hand through wet hair and bit off the sharp response. "To be honest? It ain't." He stood and stalked to where Nate was still casually leaning on the doorframe. "Cause what I want to do is drag you back in there and show him that you were mine first."
Nate actually chuckled. Eliot started to stalk away, pissed, but Nate pulled him back. Eliot bristled, even as Nate's hand cupped to his cheek. "It's natural to be jealous."
"I'm not…jealous." Eliot growled, though his eyes flicked over Nate's shoulder into the dark of the bedroom.
"No, then what is this?"
"I'm tired." Eliot stepped back, headed for the couch. "Long night."
"And you came home, expecting the comfort of your bed, only to find Hardison already there." Nate said as followed.
Eliot sighed. "Okay, fine. You want me to admit it? Fuck, yes. Okay? I'm jealous. It's my bed. He's in it more than I am lately."
"It isn't like we can't move him. He won't even know."
"That isn't the point."
"Okay, what is the point?"
Eliot sagged, dropping back onto the couch. He rubbed his hands over his face, pulled them back through his hair, tugging a little to try to bring focus to his exhaustion. "I don't know. I'm…really tired. I just want to sleep."
Nate nodded. "Fine, but we aren't done. I'll bring Hardison out here. Get your ass to bed."