Fic: Defying Mortality (2/5), Crossover Leverage/A:tS, NC-17
Title: Defying Mortality
Author: elebridith
Fandom: Leverage/Angel the Series crossover
Pairing: Lindsey/Eliot, mentions of Nate/Sophie and Parker/Hardison
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash, crossover
Be aware of: mentions of child abuse and murder (non-descriptive)
Words: About 19800
Disclaimer: Not mine, no one, nothing. Just playing.
A/N: Set in my Face Value!Verse, Eliot and Lindsey live together now for over a year.
Inspired by the X-Men Logan/Remy fic "Aftermath" (here) by the awesome enemyfrigate, who generously allowed me to play with that plot. If you like Logan/Remy, check her stuff out, it's great!
CCAC = http://www.chicagocac.org/
Beta'd by havenward, awesome as ever! Thanks strangecreature and wendyr for additional help!
Summary: The team escapes death - and it's been too close for their liking. And thinking Eliot is dead for five very long minutes? Lindsey takes that very personal.
Part One is here.
Lindsey could feel a shiver running through Eliot's body, heard the hitch of his breath and accentuated his earlier words by softly biting down on Eliot's earlobe. It earned him a sharp hiss and the fingers around his nape tightened their grip. He moved his head a little and captured Eliot's mouth again, kissing him hard and demanding. Eliot made a small choked sound. Given the almost desperate way he kissed back, he seemed to understand now what it had been that got Lindsey so upset.
Lindsey felt Eliot's lips part and deepened his kiss even more, licking into Eliot's mouth, chasing the flavors he found there. A bitter tang of smoke, the sickeningly sweet aftertaste from the orange soda, and behind all that, the familiar taste of Eliot. A tiny moan escaped his throat. His hand slid down to the buttons of Eliot's shirt, trying to open them one-handed since he still used his other hand to press Eliot closer to him. Not that it would have been necessary, not with the way Eliot's hands were already tugging at Lindsey's shirt, pulling it out of his jeans. When he felt Eliot's fingertips stroking over the bare skin on his back, he lost whatever patience he had before with the buttons. He simply ripped at the shirt until they popped off so he could finally touch bare skin, warm, alive.
Placing small, soft bites on Eliot's jaw, he let his mouth wander to Eliot's ear again while his free hand stripped off the remains of Eliot's shirt. "Want you." His voice was just a hoarse whisper, but he could feel Eliot shiver again and knew that he had heard him. "All of you," he added and then not-so-softly bit down on Eliot's neck, just to make his point completely clear. A low growl was the answer.
Lindsey could feel Eliot's growing erection pressing against his own as he ground his hips forward. Running his tongue over the bruise he'd just caused, he grinned with satisfaction as he heard the soft whimper that Eliot couldn't completely hold back. He pressed his lips against the tender skin and sucked at it softly while burying his hands into Eliot's hair again. It was extremely satisfying in terms of getting more whimpering noises from Eliot, but caused a slight problem.
Lindsey couldn't bring himself to completely let go of Eliot to get rid of his clothes. He wanted, needed to keep at least one hand on Eliot's body. This stupid fear - If I don't touch him, he'll vanish - still lingered in his mind, and he couldn't turn it off. Since Eliot's hands just felt damn good roaming on his chest, he decided not to ask for help. A decision he almost regretted as he finally managed to shove the tight denim down his legs only to realize that he hadn't taken off his boots. It resulted in some awkward hopping as his feet caught in the fabric, and Lindsey let out a stream of curses. He had to grab Eliot's shoulders to keep his balance and could hear him chuckling. "Not funny," Lindsey growled, and Eliot laughed even more for a moment before he grew serious.
"Y'know, it would help if you'd just use both hands." Eliot's voice was soft despite the gravelly sound caused by his arousal, but he seemed to sense that Lindsey needed to keep the body contact. He lifted his hands to Lindsey's nape and cupped it in a surprisingly gentle move, just holding him. Only his ragged breathing gave away his own desire.
Lindsey closed his eyes with a small relieved sigh. He reluctantly let go of Eliot's hair and managed to get out of his boots and jeans quickly. As he looked into Eliot's face again, he found him gazing over his shoulder, grinning wickedly. Lindsey frowned. "What's up?"
Eliot grinned even wider. "The van took off. Tactical retreat of the rest of Leverage Consulting & Associates. Guess they don't wanna see your naked ass. Are ya sure we still have some time...?" Without waiting for an answer, he tilted his head and kissed Lindsey again, waiting for Lindsey's hands to slide around his waist before quickly opening his belt and pushing down his jeans. Lindsey pulled back a bit, panting harshly.
"Not really... guess we'd better hurry..." Lindsey slid his hand down on Eliot's body and cupped his hard cock, causing him to groan. Eliot's hips jerked forward, and Lindsey groaned in response as the movement caused friction on his own cock. He quickly spat into his hand - better than nothing, I guess - and stroked Eliot's erection a few times until he felt him pulling back a bit. Then Eliot tried to catch his breath and looked at him.
"Slight problem..." Eliot's voice wavered a little. "We don't have any... stuff."
Lindsey blinked, then grinned almost predatory and tightened his grip on Eliot's back. He made a vague head motion to the right. "Pocket. There should be..."
Eliot's eyebrows shot up to his hairline as he pulled a condom and an almost empty bottle of lube out of Lindsey's jacket pocket. He shook his head slowly and laughed, clearly amused. "Boy Scout."
Lindsey smirked. "Leftover from our last night out. Totally forgot it, I only just remembered. Now..." He jerked his hips forward in an impatient motion. His lips brushed over Eliot's again, barely touching, and he closed his eyes. "Need you. God, Eliot, please..."
He didn't get further. Eliot decided in a heartbeat that rough tree bark would be a tad less uncomfortable than the forest ground which was covered in soggy leaves, broken branches, sprigs and small stones. He held his jeans in place with one hand and roughly maneuvered them both a few steps until Lindsey ended up with his back against a big tree. He had a split second to be grateful for still wearing his jacket before Eliot pressed flush against him. Nuzzling Lindsey's neck and slowly nipping his way down, Eliot found that certain spot below Lindsey's collarbone with his lips, and Lindsey threw his head back and cried out. He had to bite his lip for fear of coming right there on the spot, and he could hear Eliot chuckle. All thoughts of revenge fled his mind though as Eliot teased that spot again. He clung so tightly to Eliot's shoulders that he was sure there would be bruises tomorrow. His eyes were closed, but he could hear the faint sound of the condom wrapper being ripped open. Eliot whispered hoarsely into his ear.
"Hold on to something."
The idea of letting go of Eliot's shoulders seemed ridiculous. Lindsey was sure his knees would just give out if he did, all the more because Eliot was still as close to him as possible while he put on the condom and was quite eager to continue licking and sucking his way up Lindsey's jaw. But Lindsey felt Eliot's hands tightening on his hips, lifting him up a bit. The last remaining spec of clear thinking told him that Eliot wouldn't be able to support his whole weight like this for long. Reluctantly he let go and blindly reached around, and sent a silent thanks to the local forest faeries when he found a thick branch above him which would suit the purpose. He grabbed it and used it to lift himself up some more so he could wrap his legs around Eliot's waist. Eliot's mouth reached Lindsey's lips and he kissed him, hungry, needy. He still fumbled with the lube bottle though and cursed under his breath when it obviously didn't have enough for Eliot's liking. Lindsey met Eliot's questioning glance, felt Eliot's erection rubbing against him, and jerked his hips forward in encouragement.
"Don't care. C'mon, I... don' wanna beg you again..." He managed to choke out the words against Eliot's mouth. A soft growl was the answer, and Eliot's grip on his hips tightened, shifting him just a bit upwards. He closed his eyes for a moment when he could finally feel Eliot's hard cock slowly pressing inside him. The amount of lube was not really enough, and Lindsey hissed involuntarily at the stinging burnstretch feeling.
Eliot immediately stilled his movements and looked at him, eyes narrowing. "Linds..."
Lindsey shook his head impatiently. "'s okay. Just..." His words trailed off as Eliot tilted his head and kissed him again, softer, almost gentle this time. Lindsey felt him slowly pushing deeper and softly exhaled against Eliot's lips, trying to relax more. It wasn't an easy task, given that his arm muscles were already begging for mercy. Eliot seemed to notice that, wrapped his fingers around Lindsey's cock and stroked him softly. Lindsey gasped and almost laughed. Excellent distraction. He simply ignored the way his arms and shoulder muscles began to burn. His hands clenched even tighter around the branch, and he started to match Eliot's slow thrusts with his own. It was clumsy, uncomfortable and still somewhat painful - and Lindsey couldn't care less. He almost welcomed the feeling. Shit, this is gonna hurt later. But...I really don't care. He forced himself to open his eyes and watch Eliot's face - the faint flush on his cheeks, the slightly parted lips, the half-closed eyes, the needy expression tinged with concern. He felt Eliot's ragged breaths on his face, his hot skin against his own - alive. Nothing else mattered right now, not even the possibility of a police squad showing up any second.
He made a whimpering sound and found Eliot's mouth with his own again. "Eliot..." He breathed the word out against Eliot's lips, and like an answer, felt Eliot's fingers tighten around his cock. That tiny bit of added pressure was enough to send Lindsey over the edge. His back arched off the rough tree surface, his head fell back and he cried out Eliot's name as his orgasm hit him. His left hand lost its unsteady hold on the tree and he clung to Eliot's shoulder instead, letting his head fall forward again. Eliot's fingers tightened on his hips. He thrust forward a few more times and then Lindsey felt his body stiffen, the familiar growl vibrating against his neck as Eliot came hard inside of him.
Lindsey couldn't hold on any longer. His hand slipped off the branch. Legs still wrapped around Eliot, he weakly tried to grab something else for balance. Eliot was still breathing heavily, but hesitantly loosened the bruising grip on Lindsey's hips. He slipped an arm around Lindsey and moved his feet, trying to steady them both. At the same time Lindsey shifted his weight just a little too much as he braced himself against the tree. With a small yelp Eliot tried to regain his balance, but failed. Still clinging to each other, they slid down to the ground, collapsing in a heap of tangled limbs and sweat-slick skin. Except for their harsh panting for air they lay motionless for what seemed hours. Finally Eliot lifted his head and moved, slowly retreating from Lindsey's body and getting rid of the condom. Lindsey winced at the slight pain.
"No additional lube necessary." Yeah, pre-lubed my ass. He snorted. Do people ever try those things before they start selling them? He had to grin. Not for this kind of sex, for sure. If I'd still be a lawyer, I'd be suing for discrimination. Lindsey's grin disappeared and he winced some more as he began to move. The rough tree bark had left some nasty scratches on his ass and his back where the jacket had hitched up. Lindsey let his head fall back on the ground and chuckled. Oh well. I hope we have some decent pillows. He closed his eyes, feeling the last bit of tension and disbelief drain away, leaving only relief and a pleasant exhaustion. Wouldn't mind if I didn't have to move for the next hour... But then he felt Eliot sliding closer to him, a shiver running through his body. Lindsey lifted his head and turned towards him. "You okay?"
Eliot grinned and cupped his face. "That's my line, ya know. But yeah. Just... 's getting cold. You?"
Lindsey saw the concern on Eliot's face and gave him a reassuring grin. "'M fine. Yeah, I'll be sore tomorrow. Don' care." He saw Eliot open his mouth and raised his eyebrows. "An' don't say you're sorry, or I'm not gonna let you borrow my jacket."
Eliot broke into relieved laughter and pulled him closer for a quick kiss. "Wouldn't risk that." He slowly sat up and made a face at the sticky wet leaves clinging to his naked body. Lindsey mumbled whiny protesting noises and pulled a very exaggerated pout, but reluctantly moved to stand up. Eliot chuckled. He stood up, pulled up his jeans and offered Lindsey a hand. "Sorry Linds, but we have to go. Ya hear that?"
Lindsey blinked and then heard it too - sounds of sirens in the distance, still faintly but it wouldn't take them long to arrive. Lindsey sighed and slowly got up, suppressing a groan and instead grinning wickedly at Eliot. "Guess we don't wanna give them a show...?" Eliot just raised his eyebrows while he picked up the torn shirt he'd been wearing. He shook it a few times to get rid of stray leaves and used it to clean them both up a bit. Lindsey chuckled and when Eliot had finished, he quickly put on his jeans and boots again. Eliot adjusted his belt and gave Lindsey a questioning look. Lindsey took his jacket off, slid it over Eliot's shoulders and used the opportunity to pick a few leaves and twigs out of Eliot's hair.
Eliot snorted and wiped the last sticky leave from his body. "Don' know 'bout you, but I think the romantic aspect of forest sex is definitely overrated."
Lindsey nearly dropped the evidence of their presence that he was just picking up. The last remaining tension in his body resolved itself in a fit of almost hysterical laughter until he had to wipe tears from his eyes. When he caught his breath again, he stepped next to Eliot, who had been watching him with a mix of patience and amusement. "Sorry," he gasped, and nuzzled Eliot's neck, enjoying the small shiver that was not caused by cold. "But yeah, you're right...." Very reluctantly he let go again and began to walk up to his car. "We gotta hurry. But..." He looked around while walking and caught Eliot's gaze. "If you want romantic, we can light candles at home and I'll sing you love songs for the rest of the day." Lindsey gave his voice a teasing tone. His lips curled into a small smirk, but he couldn't hide a seriousness in his eyes.
Eliot caught onto it, and instead of a sarcastic remark he hurried his steps to catch up with Lindsey, leaned in and pressed a small kiss on Lindsey's mouth. He smiled. "Sounds good. But now..." He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I think we gotta leave. Fast."
Lindsey could hear the sirens closing in. He fell into a jog. "Yeah, but they'll drive to the house first. We should be able to get away unnoticed." They finally reached the car. A final look back confirmed that they didn't leave any visible traces, and Eliot walked around to the passenger door while Lindsey dug in his pockets for the key. The sound of sudden dry coughs startled him. Alarmed, he looked up and found Eliot bracing himself against the car, face slightly grey, trying to catch his breath after the fit finally subsided. Lindsey rushed to his side. "Eliot! What... oh." Shit. Guess he did catch some smoke after all. He started rubbing Eliot's back softly. "Slowly, darlin'. Slowly. Adrenaline wore off, huh? I'll drive, and you're gonna see the doctor. No arguments, ya hear me?"
Eliot leaned against him for support. Lindsey expected the usual gruff brush-off and prepared to argue, but to his surprise Eliot nodded weakly. "Wasn't gonna." His voice was hoarse now. "Smoke is fuckin' dangerous. We can stop at Doc Rogers' place." He chuckled hoarsely and suppressed another cough. "He's seen me worse. Sure you can drive?"
Lindsey snorted. "Do I look like I'm made of glass?" Eliot shook his head and grinned weakly while he opened the door. He let himself fall into the passenger seat, leaned back and closed his eyes while Lindsey got in the driver's seat. Some squirming was required until Lindsey finally found a sitting position that wasn't too unpleasant on his back and his ass. He suppressed any sign of discomfort for Eliot's sake, made sure that the incoming police were still out of sight and then they were on their way.
***
"You get yourself checked. I'm gonna call Nate, he'd want to know that we made it out safely."
Eliot nodded, gave Lindsey a quick reassuring smile and wearily got out of the car. Lindsey waited until Eliot had entered the doctor's office, then pulled out his phone and called Nate. It took an unusually long time until the call was answered, and Lindsey was just starting to worry when finally Nate answered breathlessly.
"Yeah? Lindsey?"
"Yup." Lindsey frowned a bit at the slightly impatient tone of Nate's voice. "You okay?"
"What? Uh... yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. You got out all right?"
No, this is my phone call from jail. Lindsey suppressed a grin and was just about to answer when he heard a faint chuckle over the phone.
In a voice that definitely did not belong to Nate.
Lindsey's eyebrows shot up and a knowing grin spread over his face. Sophie. I think I just interrupted something. His grin widened, but he managed to keep any smugness completely out of his voice. "Yeah, no one saw us. Eliot's at the doctor now, checking for smoke poisoning. How's Parker?"
It was now very obvious by the strained sound of Nate's voice that Sophie was doing her best to distract him. "Oh... good. Doctor's... good. Um, Parker? Parker is... uh, at the hospital. With Hardison." The rustling of sheets could be heard over the phone and Nate managed to speak more coherently, in his usual collected voice. "They're checking her over, but she'll be okay."
Despite his amusement, Lindsey sighed with actual relief. "Good to hear. Are we sticking to the rendezvous time?"
"Yeah, I think we should, but let's push it back a little. About... let's say at eight? Gives you.. him a little time to recover, and..." Another chuckle came from the background and Nate's voice caught a bit. He coughed. "Hardison should be back by then too, unless Parker's condition is worse than we thought."
Lindsey still kept his voice neutral despite grinning like crazy now. He could imagine the scene exactly. "At eight. Got it. We'll be there. Bye, Nate." He closed the phone and laughed out loud. "Recovery time. Yeah, sure, Nate. Whatever you say."
He leaned back in his seat, squirmed a bit to get a comfortable position and closed his eyes. A knock on the window a little while later caused him to jerk upright again. Eliot grinned at him, opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. Lindsey noticed small bandages that covered the scratches and burns on Eliot's hands, and was grateful to see that the grey tone of his skin had mostly disappeared. The smile Eliot directed at him was much more convincing. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of Eliot's face. "And? What did he say?"
Eliot crinkled his nose in disgust. "Got an oxygen treatment, complete with some aerosols that taste horrible. But my carbon monoxide level's not too bad. He says I need a few more treatments, but I'll be all right." He grinned mischievously. "Told me I probably did sweat out some of the toxins with that sex we had."
Lindsey shook his head and laughed. "Can't hide a thing from that man, huh?"
Eliot shrugged, grinning. "Well, not wearing a shirt and having soil stains on my skin? The man's no fool, y'know." He grew serious again. "Still, he said I need to rest. And he's right. What did Nate say?"
Lindsey nodded reassuringly. "Parker's okay. They're checking her over at the hospital right now. And we’ll meet up at eight." His smile turned to a smug grin. "I guess we... inspired them. Him and Sophie, I mean."
Eliot returned the grin. "Good for them." His smile faded and changed into a hard expression. "And the bastard who conned us... we'll get him. And..." He didn't say more, but the cold fury that flared in his eyes was statement enough. Lindsey just nodded.
It spoke volumes for their state of mind that the shower they took together didn't even turn into making out. Afterwards Eliot just curled up on the bed and fell asleep at once. Lindsey stretched out next to him and tried to sleep, but the tension that had bled away after the sex returned full force. As soon as he closed his eyes, frightening mental images kept flickering behind his eyelids. He tried to force his eyes to stay open, but without really noticing it he finally dozed off.
Eliot lying motionless under smoking rubble. Nate saying 'dead' over and over again. Parker, bleeding. Eliot, carrying Parker's body, running away from the exploding building but getting engulfed by fire. He bolted upright, suppressing the scream in his throat just in time before it could get out. He blinked a few times, confused, looked around and finally exhaled slowly. Dozed off. Just a dream. He snorted. Hello nightmares. How nice of you to stop by again.
He rubbed his eyes and swung his legs out of the bed. The fact that Eliot immediately opened his eyes and gave him a sleepy, questioning look soothed him a little. If his senses still work like that, then I guess he's really okay. He reached out and pulled the sheet up to cover Eliot's shoulders again, barely resisting the urge to tuck him in. He chuckled inwardly at the idea. That would go over really well. He'd probably punch me for that one. He gave Eliot a quick albeit crooked smile. "Can't sleep. And I'm thirsty. I'll wake ya when we have to leave."
Eliot nodded slowly, eyes already closing again. Lindsey padded quietly into the kitchen. It was only after he had set the timer for a mug of tea to brew he realized what he was doing. He stared at the mug and shook his head in disbelief. Look at this. Tea. I'm turning into Eliot. Tea for comfort. A small fond smile started to form on his lips as he remembered a particular occasion. As the timer buzzed, he removed the tea leaves, went over to the bar and added Lindsey McDonald in form of a good shot of Bourbon to the mix. Slowly sipping the hot liquid, he started feeling calmer, frenzy slowly being replaced by cold fury towards the mark. Tried to kill us. I... we nearly lost Eliot. And Parker. We will track him down. He's gonna regret this day for the rest of his life.
Part Three is here.