Fic: No Fear
Fic: No Fear
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Dom!Hardison/Eliot
Warnings: BDSM
Spoilers: 2.13 The Future Job
Comment fic for asimaiyat. Crossover implication as this falls into the skeleton a verse I'm constructing
Eliot Spencer built his life, his career, on not looking afraid. By facing physical danger with a grin and whatever came to hand, his fists most of the time, he'd created a no-fear persona that could threaten and impose with the best of them.
Eliot Spencer was afraid of a lot of things. Commitment, threats against his family, loss. Mostly he was afraid to trust.
Because of that fear, he couldn't tell Nate what he was really capable of, if he'd just let him do his job and not run around playing thug.
He couldn't tell Parker about the two sisters he'd lost when he was young because he hadn't worked enough hours to keep their home heated over winter.
He couldn't tell Sophie that he forgave her, not really, not so that she believed him.
It had taken a lot of time, and a lot of persistence, to know that he could do this. Be safe here. Knelt at the feet of one man he could trust to know him completely and control him when he couldn't find the strength to control himself.
Alec knew that, to be safe, Eliot needed a room with no windows, with thick walls, with one door and a lock on the inside. That to be controlled, Eliot had to give up his own control completely and walk into that room, leaving the world outside. Alec knew there could be no computers inside the room, no cameras or bugs. That he could not mention work, or any of Eliot's fears, or break the rules they had agreed upon.
Eliot knelt, and listened to the lock click behind him. He leant into Alec's hip as he came to stand at his side and felt his hand come down to rest on his head. Alec didn't have to ask if he was alright, Eliot was feeling no fear.
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Dom!Hardison/Eliot
Warnings: BDSM
Spoilers: 2.13 The Future Job
Comment fic for asimaiyat. Crossover implication as this falls into the skeleton a verse I'm constructing
Eliot Spencer built his life, his career, on not looking afraid. By facing physical danger with a grin and whatever came to hand, his fists most of the time, he'd created a no-fear persona that could threaten and impose with the best of them.
Eliot Spencer was afraid of a lot of things. Commitment, threats against his family, loss. Mostly he was afraid to trust.
Because of that fear, he couldn't tell Nate what he was really capable of, if he'd just let him do his job and not run around playing thug.
He couldn't tell Parker about the two sisters he'd lost when he was young because he hadn't worked enough hours to keep their home heated over winter.
He couldn't tell Sophie that he forgave her, not really, not so that she believed him.
It had taken a lot of time, and a lot of persistence, to know that he could do this. Be safe here. Knelt at the feet of one man he could trust to know him completely and control him when he couldn't find the strength to control himself.
Alec knew that, to be safe, Eliot needed a room with no windows, with thick walls, with one door and a lock on the inside. That to be controlled, Eliot had to give up his own control completely and walk into that room, leaving the world outside. Alec knew there could be no computers inside the room, no cameras or bugs. That he could not mention work, or any of Eliot's fears, or break the rules they had agreed upon.
Eliot knelt, and listened to the lock click behind him. He leant into Alec's hip as he came to stand at his side and felt his hand come down to rest on his head. Alec didn't have to ask if he was alright, Eliot was feeling no fear.