Fic: Not Telling
Not Telling
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage/Supernatural
Rating: PG
Pairings: Nate/Eliot
Spoilers: Not as long as you know who Crowley is, and why he looks a lot like Sterling...
Warnings: None
AN: Commentfic for hawk_dancing who prompted: Leverage(/Supernatural), Nate/angel!Eliot + demon!Crowley!Sterling, "Just what are the two of you not telling me?"
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Nate kinda thinks he should stop drinking.
Especially when his boyfriend is stood over there, totally still, but still whipping up the air in the room like there's twice as much to him as can be seen, and his ex-best-friend-arch-nemesis is stood on the other side of the room with eyes black all over like some kind of horror flick.
It could be a weird dream, but he's seen something of the barely concealed violence in their eyes since the first time they met face to face back in McRory's. Something more than Eliot's frustration at a con blown and him taking a beating off some punk ass kid. More than Sterling screwing with Eliot's friend and his horse.
This time, though, it's different. No witnesses. No one but him, barely concealed by the door frame and only just liberated from Sterling's holding cell, and it looks like the two of them are cutting loose. The air between them is crackling with power way beyond their own personas. Way beyond anything human.
Eliot grins, wicked-slow, and Sterling replies in kind.
"Ramiel." Sterling said, and the word was familiar to Nate, though he couldn't place it or the language of origin.
Eliot only smiled wider. "Crowley." he replied. "I heard rumours you were in for a long eternity in hell."
"I heard you'd fallen. Something about taking human wives and sharing forbidden knowledge?" The black faded out of Sterling's eyes and he started pacing aggressively across the room. Not towards Eliot, but from side to side, as if considering him.
"Something like that." Eliot smirked. "Now I'm guarding The New Hope." Eliot looked sideways, straight at Nate. Held his eyes for a second.
Nate stepped out of hiding as if it was what he'd intended to do all along. Sterling only smiled wider. "Oh, now. Isn't that just perfect." he chuckled.
"Why do you think your masters sent you to him in the first place?" Eliot asked, as if Nate wasn't even there.
Nate cleared his throat sharply. "Just what are the two of you not telling me?" he asked.
Sterling grinned wickedly. "Oh, Nate. You have no idea what you're in for."
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage/Supernatural
Rating: PG
Pairings: Nate/Eliot
Spoilers: Not as long as you know who Crowley is, and why he looks a lot like Sterling...
Warnings: None
AN: Commentfic for hawk_dancing who prompted: Leverage(/Supernatural), Nate/angel!Eliot + demon!Crowley!Sterling, "Just what are the two of you not telling me?"
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Nate kinda thinks he should stop drinking.
Especially when his boyfriend is stood over there, totally still, but still whipping up the air in the room like there's twice as much to him as can be seen, and his ex-best-friend-arch-nemesis is stood on the other side of the room with eyes black all over like some kind of horror flick.
It could be a weird dream, but he's seen something of the barely concealed violence in their eyes since the first time they met face to face back in McRory's. Something more than Eliot's frustration at a con blown and him taking a beating off some punk ass kid. More than Sterling screwing with Eliot's friend and his horse.
This time, though, it's different. No witnesses. No one but him, barely concealed by the door frame and only just liberated from Sterling's holding cell, and it looks like the two of them are cutting loose. The air between them is crackling with power way beyond their own personas. Way beyond anything human.
Eliot grins, wicked-slow, and Sterling replies in kind.
"Ramiel." Sterling said, and the word was familiar to Nate, though he couldn't place it or the language of origin.
Eliot only smiled wider. "Crowley." he replied. "I heard rumours you were in for a long eternity in hell."
"I heard you'd fallen. Something about taking human wives and sharing forbidden knowledge?" The black faded out of Sterling's eyes and he started pacing aggressively across the room. Not towards Eliot, but from side to side, as if considering him.
"Something like that." Eliot smirked. "Now I'm guarding The New Hope." Eliot looked sideways, straight at Nate. Held his eyes for a second.
Nate stepped out of hiding as if it was what he'd intended to do all along. Sterling only smiled wider. "Oh, now. Isn't that just perfect." he chuckled.
"Why do you think your masters sent you to him in the first place?" Eliot asked, as if Nate wasn't even there.
Nate cleared his throat sharply. "Just what are the two of you not telling me?" he asked.
Sterling grinned wickedly. "Oh, Nate. You have no idea what you're in for."