Fic: Things That Go On In Hell
Things That Go On In Hell
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: R
Pairings: Hardison/Eliot/Parker
Warnings: Adult situations and (much more serious) bible quotes. Refs listed at end so I cannot be accused of... plagerism. Or whatever :p
AN: Comment fic for kruemmelmonster who prompted Leverage, Eliot/Hardison/Parker, he know's he'll go to hell for this. The title is from a Blackadder quote (Hell is for the kind of people who like the kind of things that go on in hell).
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There's nothing about this that's acceptable to the moral values he grew up with. Tanned skin under one hand, shocking white under the other, he debated just how broken he was to fall into this with his eyes wide open.
The body is not meant for sexual immorality, but for the Lord and the Lord for the body.
He leans in, kisses on one side, scrapes of nails on the other. He's pulled down into them, touches light on his skin raising gooseflesh. Breathless as a hand reaches around to cup him. A glint of silver as a hand comes up to grip his jaw and pull him forwards into a kiss.
If a man is found laying with a woman married to a husband, then both of them shall die.
They're moving towards a familiar shape with all their shifting, getting there slowly and unhurried. The smooth cheeks of an ass are his invitation, and he doesn't rush in preparing himself. Pale hands join his in exploration, in making a way for him to fit, easing it open with practised touch. They are all breathless now, close and ready.
You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a female, it is an abomination.
They merge together quickly after all the preparations, but hold that moment still as they wait for their third. Her thighs are soft beneath his hands as she encloses them within the two, settling into this unholy trinity, a sigh on her lips no blessing or prayer. They wait a beat. Then two. Thieves stealing time for themselves alone. Sharing only as far as their own tiny circle.
A thief must make restitution, but if he has nothing, he must be sold to pay for his theft.
For a moment there is nothing but this. Hands and legs and more intimate parts all entwined, worshipping only each other, moving in time and breathing in time with each other. Slaves to each other's bodies. Each of them living only for each other. Then there is a moment of nothingness that they have not felt outside of this circle.
No slave can serve two masters.
They come back to themselves, back to each other, with life buzzing through their veins and settled calm in their hearts. He knows he's going to hell for this. And he just can't bring himself to care.
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The body... Leviticus 18:22
If a man... 1 Corinthians 6:13
You shall... Deuteronomy 22:22
A thief... Exodus 22:3
No slave... Luke 16:13
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: R
Pairings: Hardison/Eliot/Parker
Warnings: Adult situations and (much more serious) bible quotes. Refs listed at end so I cannot be accused of... plagerism. Or whatever :p
AN: Comment fic for kruemmelmonster who prompted Leverage, Eliot/Hardison/Parker, he know's he'll go to hell for this. The title is from a Blackadder quote (Hell is for the kind of people who like the kind of things that go on in hell).
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There's nothing about this that's acceptable to the moral values he grew up with. Tanned skin under one hand, shocking white under the other, he debated just how broken he was to fall into this with his eyes wide open.
The body is not meant for sexual immorality, but for the Lord and the Lord for the body.
He leans in, kisses on one side, scrapes of nails on the other. He's pulled down into them, touches light on his skin raising gooseflesh. Breathless as a hand reaches around to cup him. A glint of silver as a hand comes up to grip his jaw and pull him forwards into a kiss.
If a man is found laying with a woman married to a husband, then both of them shall die.
They're moving towards a familiar shape with all their shifting, getting there slowly and unhurried. The smooth cheeks of an ass are his invitation, and he doesn't rush in preparing himself. Pale hands join his in exploration, in making a way for him to fit, easing it open with practised touch. They are all breathless now, close and ready.
You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a female, it is an abomination.
They merge together quickly after all the preparations, but hold that moment still as they wait for their third. Her thighs are soft beneath his hands as she encloses them within the two, settling into this unholy trinity, a sigh on her lips no blessing or prayer. They wait a beat. Then two. Thieves stealing time for themselves alone. Sharing only as far as their own tiny circle.
A thief must make restitution, but if he has nothing, he must be sold to pay for his theft.
For a moment there is nothing but this. Hands and legs and more intimate parts all entwined, worshipping only each other, moving in time and breathing in time with each other. Slaves to each other's bodies. Each of them living only for each other. Then there is a moment of nothingness that they have not felt outside of this circle.
No slave can serve two masters.
They come back to themselves, back to each other, with life buzzing through their veins and settled calm in their hearts. He knows he's going to hell for this. And he just can't bring himself to care.
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The body... Leviticus 18:22
If a man... 1 Corinthians 6:13
You shall... Deuteronomy 22:22
A thief... Exodus 22:3
No slave... Luke 16:13