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natashadied4oursins · 2 years ago

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Dark Eliot: The World We Live In

Summary: Eliot was finishing up a job for Moreau when he discovers a witness hiding. Moreau doesn't allow witnesses to live, but that doesn't mean Eliot can't have a little fun with her first, right? (Read all the warnings!)

Pairings: Dark!Eliot/OFC (unnamed, mid-twenties)

Warnings: rape/non-con (non-violent, but rape is rape, right?), explicit sexual content, Eliot with no conscience, Eliot is creepy, language, oral, murder (mentioned), dead bodies (mentioned).

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Rating: NSFW, 18+

Minors: Do Not Interact. Do Not Read. This isn't for you.

A/N: This is completely fucked up; I don't know how else to describe it. I couldn't find any Dark Eliot fics, so I decided to write one myself. The result is…pretty fucked up. This is very OOC for the Eliot we know and love, but is it necessarily OOC for the Eliot who worked for Moreau? Maybe. You decide.

Eliot is a gentleman assassin without a conscience, he rapes someone, and is a creepy motherfucker. The rape isn't violent and Eliot doesn't get mean or angry, but…rape is rape, right?

I'm an amateur writer, so friendly feedback is welcome.

I'm also new to posting on Tumblr, so let me know if I messed up somewhere.

Word Count: 6,370

Dark Eliot: The World We Live In

Eliot was making his final sweep of the property to make sure he didn’t leave behind any evidence that could lead back to him or Moreau. It was a pretty straight forward assignment. Twelve guards, one housekeeper, and two targets. Eliot was a nice guy; he didn’t make them suffer…unless he didn’t get the information he wanted.

He thought the primary target, the husband, would be a tough nut to crack given his reputation and criminal enterprises. Eliot was surprised he gave up the information after only a couple of minutes of…questioning. No worries; it just meant more time to train after being debriefed by Moreau.

Something caught his eye as he passed the upstairs bedrooms. Luggage. Closed and put to the side, but out in the open nonetheless. In the daughter’s room. Damn! The kid wasn’t supposed to come back home until the end of the week. Too bad for her; she looked pretty cute in the surveillance photos.

He knew he got all the guards, but he’d noticed during their skirmish that there were two more stationed upstairs instead of downstairs as usual. He didn’t think anything of it after he killed them all. Now he knew they’d been there to protect the daughter. Maybe that was why the husband gave up the information so quickly; so Eliot would leave without ever knowing she was there.

Eliot knew she’d be hiding in the closet. They all hid in the closet. Still, he made sure to search other potential hiding spots on his way: under the bed and desk, behind curtains… The walk-in closet wasn’t very big, but it wouldn’t be since the house was over 150 years old. He suddenly got the feeling she wasn’t hiding in the closet, but he had to be thorough.

He pulled the rope hanging from the trapdoor in the ceiling. He knew it led to the attic; the walk-in closet had been a hidden room 150 years ago. The trapdoor didn’t look like it had been disturbed. Again, he got the feeling she wasn’t in the attic, but he couldn’t tell Moreau she got away because of a feeling.

Eliot was all the way inside the attic when he head noise coming from the bedroom below. Fuck! He knew she was still in there! He jumped down through the trapdoor and ran into the bedroom in time to see the girl picking herself up from the floor. She’d been hiding in a large wicker basket used for dirty laundry. Smart girl.

She was nearly out the bedroom door when he grabbed her by the waist and tossed her onto her bed. “No!” she screamed, “No!” She struggled underneath him; he had to pin her down with his body. He held both her wrists in one hand over her head while the other held her by the neck. He didn’t put enough pressure to strangle her, just enough for her to know he wouldn’t be letting her get away.

His breath caught when he got a good look at her. Big, bright brown eyes; dark hair in a messy bun with stray curls against her soft, tan skin; plump pink lips; and a fierce determination not to look scared. That was cute. Of course she was scared.

“Aren’t you a pretty thing?” He leaned down until their noses touched. He let himself inhale her scent. Cherry blossoms. How sweet. “Aren’t you supposed to be in school, little girl?” he teased. She didn’t say anything, breathing heavily under his gaze. “How do you expect to get your Master’s degree if you don’t take your last final?” Her eyes widened at his knowledge of her personal life.

Eliot chuckled at her innocence. Of course he knew all about her. He did his homework on the target’s family, and he was always thorough. Now that she was more than a pixelated image on a screen, he wanted to learn more about her…in depth.

He should be kind and put a bullet in her head. Normally he would have already, but he just…didn’t want to at the moment. Not that it mattered what he wanted. The only thing that mattered was what Moreau wanted, and he wanted no witnesses. Well, Moreau would get what he wanted after Eliot was done with her.

He took his time to admire the girl’s beauty. In his line of work, he’d seen plenty of beautiful women, some were over-the-top beautiful that just made them, ironically, less appealing to him. This girl was the right kind of pretty. Gorgeous, but down-to-earth. Normal. Not that the poor girl lived a normal life.

He tried not to think about the disappointing way their evening together would end and focused on the here and now. And now...there was some straining going on in his pants that was getting very difficult to ignore. But he wasn’t going to rush it with this girl. No, the pretty thing deserved so much better than that.

Eliot reached over and grabbed the long scarf hanging off one of the bedposts. The girl struggled while he tied the scarf around her wrists. Poor thing knew what was coming. He didn’t want her to be scared, but people don’t always get what they want, do they? He knelt on the bed and awkwardly carried her up to the headboard and tied her wrists to it. She cried and begged him to stop the entire time. That was going to get annoying really fast.

He positioned her on the bed to make her as comfortable as possible. Luckily, her bed was already made so there were fewer lumpy spots that would poke her. Once properly situated, he caressed her cheek and said as gently as he could but loud enough for her to hear, “If you keep yelling like that then I’ll have to gag you, and I don’t wanna do that.”

She stopped screaming and continued her shallow breathing, her chest rising and falling underneath his own. “There we go; I knew you were a good girl.” He played with the loose strands of her hair in between his fingers. “I want to be able to hear all the little noises you’ll make when I make you feel good.”

She pulled against her restraints and gave him a disgusted look before sobbing.

He wondered how experienced she was. She was young; had she ever had a real orgasm? The thought of her writhing in ecstasy because of him had him grinding against her to ease the tension in his pants.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. It would be Moreau. Eliot was supposed to have given him a status report by now. “Would you excuse me, darlin’? I gotta take this.” He got off the bed but made sure to give her a sweet kiss on her forehead. “Don’t go anywhere,” he breathed against her skin before giving her a wink.

He left her room closing the door behind him. He didn’t know why he did that; it didn’t matter what information she ended up overhearing.

“Damien!”

“Eliot! Everything ok? You usually don’t keep me waiting.” Moreau wasn’t angry. He knew Eliot was a responsible and loyal foot soldier. They were even friends to a degree.

“I got one more witness to take care of. The daughter.”

“The daughter? You said she’s not due back from university until this weekend.”

“I dunno what to tell ya. She’s here now.”

“Well hurry up. Take care of her and come back.”

“Actually, Damien,” Eliot scratched the back of his head. “I was hoping to take my time with her...if you know what I mean.”

Moreau chuckled at the other end of the phone. “Spencer! I didn’t know you were the type to entertain…reluctant companions.”

Eliot chuckled back. “I usually don’t! What can I say? I think I’m in love.”

Both men burst out laughing like he’d made the funniest joke of all time.

Moreau sounded like he might have been crying with laughter. “Oh, Spencer. You’re always so serious and professional I forget how funny you can be.”

Eliot wiped the tears out his eyes. “I’m tellin' ya. She brings it outta me.”

Moreau waited for his laughter to finally die down. “Well, who am I to stand in the way of true love? I’ll check on you later to see if you…need more time.”

“I appreciate it, boss.”

“Of course! You deserve a treat every once in a while.”

Eliot ended the call; glad to be given the green light. They were in the middle of nowhere. No one had any idea of what had happened, so he didn’t have to worry about police interrupting them. They could take their time.

He found the girl struggling harder than ever against her restraints, which he expected, but he knew she wouldn’t be able to escape the intricate knot he'd made. He leisurely made his way back to the bed watching her staring back at him desperate and scared. She eventually stopped pulling at her wrists, beginning to accept what was going to happen.

He dropped his cell phone on the bedside table along with his gun and knife. He wasn’t a big fan of guns. They made people overconfident and sloppy, but they served their purpose when he granted his targets a quick and painless death.

He slipped off his shoes and socks and pulled his shirt and beater up over his head and tossed them aside. The girl’s eyes watched him as he took off the rest of his clothes. Her eyes lingered on his chest and then to his very ready cock.

“Are you checking me out, darlin’?” he teased. Of course he worked out, but a nice side effect was that women liked the end result. He bent down to wipe the tears from her eyes and caressed the bottom of her trembling lip with his thumb. “Now. I don’t usually do this,” he said a bit shyly, “But a girl like you…” he took his time scanning her beautiful features, “…is hard to resist.” He grabbed his knife without looking away.

The girl gasped trying to keep her body out of reach of the blade, but Eliot climbed over her trapping her waist between his knees. He slowly and deliberately cut her cute, flowery pajama tank top from top to bottom. She seemed to understand that he wasn’t going to use the knife to hurt her. At least not yet. She stopped struggling, but a few whines escaped her mouth.

Eliot cut the sleeves of her tank top and pulled the fabric from her body, tossing it on the floor, and put the knife back on the nightstand. “A girl like you deserves to be worshipped,” he licked at the pulse on her neck. She tasted so good. She tossed her head aside facing away from him, but that only gave him better access to her neck. He licked and nibbled where her neck and shoulder met eliciting a whine from her. He smiled recognizing that kind of whine, but he wouldn't gloat just yet.

“You deserve to be taken care of,” he breathed and teased one of her nipples with his tongue. The poor girl was trying to hold back any sounds that might give away any…pleasant reactions she might've been having. He slipped as much of her breast as he could in his mouth, running his lips tightly around it, licking and sucking at it. “I’m gonna make sure I do both.” He turned his attention to her other breast and gave it the same treatment.

The girl squirmed underneath him, but she also arched her back pressing herself further into him. Eliot was happy to oblige. He bit her nipple making her jump, but he ran his tongue circling it to soothe the sting. She seemed to like that.

He ran his hands along her sides and down to her curvy hips. He left open mouthed kisses from her chest to her belly taking his time to savor every spot. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.” He stuck his tongue in her belly button surprising her. He smiled against her skin.

His fingers found the elastic of her matching pajama shorts and panties and slowly slipped them off leaving kisses down her leg in his wake. He brought her other ankle over his shoulder to kiss it. He let his hands feel every curve and muscle in her leg giving her goosebumps.

Her head was still turned away from him, her eyes skewed shut, her body tense. He didn’t want to hurt her; she needed to relax. Hopefully she’d figure that out in time. He kissed her leg all the way up to her hip. His nose was level with her pussy. Her slick, glistening, wet pussy. He took a deep whiff of her sweet arousal making him dizzy with need.

“Mmm,” he hummed crawling up to her ear. His dick rested on her belly. “I knew you’d be ready for me, baby,” he teased. She sobbed and gritted her teeth. “No, don’t be upset,” he cooed. “It’s a good thing. So you don’t get hurt.” He took her head in his hands making her face him. She opened her eyes. She was scared but still determined to be strong. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing,” he smirked. “Are you?” he asked running his tongue against her lips. “Are you into getting hurt?” He didn’t wait for an answer; he knew he was being a smart ass.

He crushed her lips with his own licking them open. She clenched her teeth closed and whined, not wanting to open up for him. He ran his tongue across her teeth. “You were being such a good girl,” he said a hint of warning in his voice. “Let me taste you. Please?” She still didn’t let him in. He leaned his forehead against hers for a few moments and sighed. He pulled away and met her eyes. “Please,” he begged. He wouldn’t hide the pleading in his voice. “I don’t want to get angry. I want us both to have a good time.” Her eyes widened in terror; maybe now she would do the right thing. “Will you let me taste you, baby?”

Her nose was scrunched up, defiant and angry, but she knew what was good for her. She nodded her head. He sighed, smiling. “I knew you were a good girl. You’re such a smart girl.” He kissed her softly at first, taking his time. She let him slip his tongue inside to mate with hers. She didn’t move her tongue at first, but decided to do what he wanted for self-preservation or need. He didn’t know which, but he really didn’t care. She’d be rewarded either way.

His kiss became hungry and sloppy; he wanted to devour her. He wondered if she felt the same…then she released a needy whine. She lifted her hips, her juices smearing his stomach. He pulled away from her so they could catch their breaths. “Don’t worry, baby,” he panted. “I told you I’d take care of you.”

Her eyes were desperate but also angry at herself. He wished she wouldn’t be so hard on herself. They were just doing what humans had been doing since the beginning of time. Nothing to be angry or embarrassed about.

“I’ll take good care of you.” He kissed her forehead and lowered himself down her body until his mouth reached her weeping pussy. She whined as she tried to close her knees together, but he forced them apart. He raised her legs over his shoulders and onto his back. He held them firmly in place holding onto her thighs.

Then, at long last, he dragged his tongue across her opening tasting her juices. She was the sweetest thing he ever tasted. Her weak moan only added to it. He took another lazy lick making her writhe under him. She tried to close her legs together again, but it was impossible, so she stroked his back with her legs in an effort to get his mouth closer to her pussy. Eliot didn’t need encouragement to eat her out, but he knew she couldn’t help herself.

He opened her up with his fingers exposing her sensitive folds like a blooming flower. He wrapped his mouth around as much as he could, sucking and licking at anything he could reach.

“Uhhhh!” she whined pulling at her restraints again, but for an entirely different reason. Her hips bucked into his mouth wanting him to go deeper. She let out a guttural cry. Eliot thrust his tongue into her trying to find her sweet spots, but it wasn’t enough for his baby. She was growing desperate. She needed relief. “Puh…” she sputtered then whined. “Please!”

Eliot lifted his head to look at her, licking any of her still on his mouth. He was going to give her what she needed, but if there was a chance he could hear her say the words… Fuck, he might burst.

He pushed himself up so they were face-to-face with each other. She was crying and whimpering her eyes pleading into his. She was beautiful. “P…Please!”

“‘Please’ what?” he asked her gently, stroking her tears away. She skewed her eyes shut, embarrassed. “Come on, baby,” he whispered in her ear stroking his cheek against hers. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you. I promise.”

She let out a long, defeated cry. She was going to say it. Eliot looked from her eyes to her lips. He lifted his eyebrows in anticipation. “Say it, baby.” Say it!

She let out another cry before meeting his eyes. “Please!” she said. “I need to cum.”

His breath caught at hearing the words and the desperate need behind them. He closed his eyes to savor the moment not expecting any more when suddenly…

“Please make me cum! Please,” she sobbed, “I need you to help me cum!”

Shit, now he was going to cum; he was going to cum if he didn’t calm the fuck down. He took deep breaths until he knew he was back in control.

He opened his eyes. “Of course, baby,” he stroked her hair. “I’ll help you.” He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll take care of you.” He ran his fingertips down from her cheek, to her neck, between her breasts, across her stomach, and finally, to the curls of her mound. He gave her a long, slow kiss as he pushed one finger into her hot core. He swallowed the cry that came from her mouth. “I gotchu, baby.” He caught her bottom lip in his teeth before shoving his tongue back into her. He pumped the finger in and out of her lubing her up even more. He added a second finger, stroking in and out of her. He curled his fingers inside her hitting the right spots.

She cried out again. “Please!”

He dipped his thumb in her gathering enough juices before searching for her clit. There. He found it. Right there. She was already spasming around him grinding into him so his thumb would move; she had a good grip on his fingers. He made slow circles around her sensitive nub making her sob uncontrollably. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of her and curling his fingers while his thumb circled her nub faster and faster.

She moaned as her breathing quickened and her thrusting became more erratic. She was getting close. “That’s it, baby,” his kiss turned wild, animalistic. “That’s it,” he growled devouring her mouth.

She released a long cry as her body stilled and shook in place. He didn’t stop his fingers; he kept pumping her, curling into her, flicking her clit prolonging her release. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he said against her ear.

He watch her face, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth wide open but only able to make guttural sounds. She whined as she starting coming down from her high. He slowed down his stroking and finally stopped, playing with the tiny hairs on her pussy. He peppered kisses on her temple. “You did so good, baby. I’m so happy.” He swept his hand from her pussy to her hip leaving a trail of her cum. He caressed her hip. “I’m so happy, baby.”

She turned her head away and started crying, ashamed. No! He didn’t want her to feel bad. He wanted her to feel good. “Don’t you start crying now,” he said more firmly than he intended to, but it did the job. She pressed her lips together trying to stop crying, but letting the occasional whine slip through. “You got nothin’ to be ashamed of, ya hear?” He turned her face back toward him leaving some of her cum in her hair and the side of her cheek. He gave her a gentle smile. “You didn’t do nothin’ wrong,” he whispered. “You done so good, baby. Ok?”

She searched his eyes her eyebrows skewed in confusion and fear. She sniffed and nodded to satisfy Eliot and bit her lip to keep from crying. Eliot nodded along with her, smiling. “Ok. Good.” He pecked her lips appreciatively then rested his forehead against hers, breathing deeply, savoring the moment. He ran his fingers down her side and her hip and stopped at her pubic hair.

Eliot kissed her nose before pulling back to see her eyes. She was waiting in anticipation, not knowing what was next. Of course she had every reason to be scared, he just wished she wouldn’t be scared longer than necessary. He wasn’t going to kill her right now.

Sadness washed over him at the thought of killing her. Of letting her go, leaving him alone once again. He hadn’t cared about being alone before, but this girl…his baby, was making him see things differently.

No. He was being selfish. She needed to die; she was a witness. He just had to enjoy the little time they had together.

He focused on the present. She was alive right now. She was smart, beautiful, and such a good girl. The thought made him smile. She’s such a good girl.

“Baby?” She let out a little whine. “You think you got one more in ya?” he asked shyly. Her face scrunched up and she shook her head. “Please?” He kept playing with her pubic hair. “I just gotta be inside you, darlin’.” He ran his index finger along her opening. “You taste so good and you smell so sweet.” He took a deep whiff of her neck. “And you’re just so tight.” A second finger joined the first running up and down her opening, going a little deeper playing with the folds inside.

He nuzzled her nose with his own while she sobbed, her body shaking. “Will ya let me be inside you, baby?” He raised his eyebrows hoping she’d say yes. “I sure would appreciate it. Otherwise,” he grimaced and let out a sad sigh, “we'd have to end our night together...right now.”

She shook her head frantically. “No! No, no, please no!”

“I don’t want it to end early neither, baby,” he tried to reassure her. “So, what do ya say? You think you can go one more round?”

She sobbed uncontrollably as she nodded and closed her eyes.

“Thank you, baby!” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll be as gentle as I can. Promise.”

He pushed a finger into her still wet core and pumped it in and out a few times before adding a second finger. He spread his fingers apart inside her stretching her, hoping it was enough to prepare her.

He kissed her as she kept sobbing. “Baby? It’s hard for me to kiss you right when you’re cryin’ like that. Think you could stop...for me, please?” She let out one more sob before pressing her lips together. When she was sure she would stop crying she opened her mouth and took deep breaths. She opened her eyes and nodded.

“That’s my girl.” He kissed her sweetly and tenderly. She deserved nothing short of gentleness and kindness.

He scooped as much of her juices as he could on his two fingers and spread it on his hard cock. It was already leaking pre-cum, but he wanted to lubricate it as much as he could.

He smiled down at her excitedly. “Nice and slow now…” He grunted trying to hold back and only allow the tip to enter her. He kissed her after she started moaning. “I know, baby. I know.” He entered her slowly stroking in and out of her inch by inch. He kissed her and gave her reassurances and praise the entire time as she moaned in pain. “You’re doing so good, baby. Almost there…” He felt her squeeze around him; just once, but...Damn!

He released a low, guttural cry after he was all the way inside her and started panting. “You ok, baby?” He caressed her cheek as her tears ran down to her hair. She let out a sob and nodded. “You’re so tight. I knew you’d be tight, baby.” He kissed her cheek then her lips. “You’re such a good girl.”

He kissed her deeply and played with her nipples as he slowly slid in and out of her, hoping to distract her from any pain. It worked; she started clenching around him making him cry out.

Soon it became easier to slip in and out of her and that quickened his pace. Her moans of pain turned into moans of pleasure which only made him go faster to chase his release.

She’d wrapped her legs around him so he could thrust deeper into her. He steadied her arched back so he could suck her nipple making her clench again. He knew they wouldn’t last long, but he wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could. He switched nipples then reached between them to find her clit. She squeezed his cock at a pulsing rate. As much as he wanted to cum right then, he wanted to make sure she got what she needed first. He continued pumping in and out of her while she tightened around him.

His fingers circled and flicked her clit more quickly making her thrust more erratically until her toes curled behind him and she stilled, spilling all over him. He kept his pumping and his ministrations on her clit to keep her going.

“You’re doin’ so good, baby,” he said kissing and nibbling on her neck. He held her close and witnessed her throes of ecstasy. “Yes, baby! You’re so beautiful!”

His release came and he clung to her as he rode his own wave. He gave her all he had until they were both seeping out of her and onto the bedspread below. He became lightheaded and started seeing stars; it was otherworldly. This girl…this woman…this goddess…gifted him with this ethereal sensation.

When he finally came down, she was already catching her breath. He carefully pulled out of her making a mess below them. He rested his head on her chest, careful not to crush her with his weight, as he basked in the afterglow of what she gave him. He could stay there forever...

Unfortunately, he lived in the real world. The dark, cruel, unforgiving world. She was too good, too precious for this world; it would actually be a gift to take her away from it.

The sadness was creeping back in.

He wouldn’t let them find her naked corpse. She deserved better than that. He’d dress her in clean pajamas and tuck her into bed. She’d be a sleeping angel...but he couldn’t leave any of his DNA behind; he'd have to torch her bedroom and her lovely corpse. The world didn’t deserve her beauty anyway.

He took a deep breath before lifting his head to meet her eyes. Poor thing was terrified. Shaking. Crying. “What now?” she asked, her voice trembling.

He gave her a small smile. “Now, we get you cleaned up.”

He headed to the small en-suite bathroom and brought back a couple of towels. He cleaned himself up first then grabbed the other towel to clean her up.

“What…? Why…?” It was all she could say. They were fair questions. He usually wasn’t so delicate with people before he killed them. She was different.

He wiped down the mess they made on the bedspread as much as he could...not that it mattered, but it was good manners. He tossed the towel aside and started getting dressed. The blood on his clothes had dried out considerably.

He grabbed the used towels off her bed. “Now let’s get you some clean pj's.” He made sure to smile so he wouldn’t scare her as much.

He put the used towels and her dirty pajamas in the laundry basket she’d used earlier as a clever hiding place. He gathered the other dirty laundry that fell out of the basket earlier and put them back inside. Now her room wasn't so messy.

He picked out some underwear and pajamas from her chest of drawers. He could only dress her in her underwear and shorts since she was still tied to her bed. He put the pajama top over her chest anyway to cover her up. It was a cute little ensemble. This set had puppies and kittens all over them.

He stepped back and regarded her fondly. He was glad she was finding it hard to say anything; she was just mumbling and whimpering. It was cute, and it allowed him to take the time to remember how she looked at that very moment. Innocent, angelic, and beautiful.

The sadness hit him full force. The thought of never seeing this lovely creature again was constricting his heart and crushing his lungs. He took a deep breath to steady himself but he felt tears fill his eyes. He turned around and wiped his eyes. “Sorry, darlin’.” What was wrong with him?

It suddenly became too much to be in the same room as her. He put his weapons away and grabbed his cell phone before leaving. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart,” he assured her before closing the door behind him.

He walked over the dead bodies as he reached the railing. He took deep breaths; he had to clear his mind. He needed to be reasonable. Logical. He couldn’t…

No! It was a bad idea. It was selfish and it would require a whole reworking of his service to Moreau. He gripped the railing tighter as he fought between considering and rejecting his really bad idea.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he called Moreau. Eliot froze when he heard his voice. Damn, he never freezes!

“Eliot, what’s going on?” Moreau asked when Eliot didn’t answer right away.

“Nothin’,” he finally said.

“Where are you? Did you enjoy your little treat?”

“That’s actually what I’m callin’ about. I’m still at the house.”

“Oh, you took your time with her. You’re such a romantic, Eliot!” Moreau chuckled.

Eliot tried to laugh along. “Ha! Yeah. So, Damien, I’ve got a really big ask.”

“Really?” Moreau was surprised. Eliot didn’t usually ask him for favors. “I’m intrigued.”

Eliot took a deep breath. “It’s the girl. I wanna keep her.”

“Keep her?! That is a really big ask, my friend.”

“I know!” Eliot couldn’t believe he was having this conversation. “It’s crazy, but I’ve never asked you for anything, Damien. I’m asking for this.”

Moreau let out a long sigh. “Having a pet is a big responsibility, Eliot. She’d require a lot of attention, but most of all, you’d have to train her. She’s a witness. She can’t just go off wherever she wants and talking to whoever she wants, so someone will have to look after her when you’re away.”

“I was hoping you could loan me out one of your guys until I find someone myself.”

“I can’t believe I’m even entertaining such a ridiculous idea!” He let out another sigh. “But you’re my best guy. My number one, and you deserve to be happy.”

“Shit! Are you serious?” Was Moreau actually going to say yes?

“You can’t get attached, Eliot!” Moreau warned. “If you’re unable to control her…you’ll have to put her down. I don’t want to see my friend sad and moping around because he grew too attached to his pet.”

Eliot chuckled. “Who you talkin’ to, Moreau? I don’t get attached.”

Moreau laughed back. “Yeah, I know. I just wanted to make it clear what could happen.”

“I appreciate that.”

“Because it’s you, Eliot. I would only allow this for you. You can keep her.”

Eliot felt like a boy on Christmas morning. “I can?! Oh my god, thanks, Damien! I owe you big time.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’ve earned it. I want you here for a debrief by tomorrow afternoon, then you can have the next few days off to get her settled.

“You got it, boss. I can’t thank you enough.”

Moreau chuckled. “Your gratitude is all the thanks I need. Hearing you so excited brings me so much joy!”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck off, Moreau!” Eliot chuckled.

“Ha, ha, yeah! See you tomorrow!"

Eliot put away his phone and rubbed his hands together excitedly. Oh, shit! What if she didn’t want to come with him? He could just take her, but if he couldn’t control her he’d have to kill her. He would have to give her the news delicately.

He knocked on the door before going back in. Why did he do that? Was he nervous? Shit, what was wrong with him?

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said softly.

She’d been struggling against her restraints and crying but stopped as soon as Eliot walked in. She was so persistent; he liked that about her. In her struggle, her pajama top slipped off exposing her breasts.

He sat beside her on the bed and carefully covered her back up. He pulled back the sweaty hair clinging to her face to see her better.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Are you going to kill me?”

Eliot smiled at her as he stroked her chin. “Looks like somebody found their voice again,” he said playfully. “That’s good ‘cause I gotta ask you somethin’.”

“I don’t want to die!” She sobbed, her lip quivering.

“I don’t want you to die neither, sweetheart,” he told her leaning closer to her. “But that’s up to you.”

“What?!”

“Now, I could leave you here. I’d make it real quick and painless, I promise…”

“No, no, please!”

“Or,” he said over her pleas so she could hear him. When she stopped, he continued. “Or you can come with me. You’d have to give up your whole life. Whatever career you saw yourself doin’, any plans for your future…well, they’d all be gone.” She scrunched her eyebrows and gave him an incredulous look. “I know that’s askin’ a lot, and it’s not fair. It’s real selfish of me, and I’m sorry. But you’re a witness to what happened here tonight, and my boss don’t like to leave witnesses.” She sobbed, tears coming out of her eyes. “He said I could keep you, but you gotta behave. You can’t go ‘round trying to leave or start talkin’ about what you seen here.” She whimpered. “I promise I’ll do my best to make you happy. I can find us a fancy place like this to live to make the transition easier for you. I know you’re a classy gal and you’re used to livin’ in luxury, so I’ll do my best to give you that lifestyle. And once I know I can trust you to be a good girl…there’s so much more we could do together! So much we could see and experience! Whaddaya say?”

She looked at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows; she kept sobbing and crying. Eliot waited patiently for her to stop and catch her breath. It was a big decision and she was, understandably, overwhelmed.

“Why?” she finally asked. “Why did you kill my parents? Why?”

Why? That was a big question. Should he tell her about her dad’s business? How he became a threat to Moreau? Who Moreau was? Who Eliot was and what he did? The poor girl had been sheltered her whole life; did she really want to know the depths of the darkness of this world?

“It’s just the world we live in, darlin’.” He didn’t like it any more than she did, but to survive in this world, you had to do things you didn’t want to do. Although he was sorry that she wouldn’t get to live the life she deserved, he wasn’t sorry about keeping her in his life. She would be a bright light in his dark world.

Eliot helped her dress into something more appropriate for traveling and helped her fill a duffle bag with some clothes and personal items; he could only let her keep one photograph of her family. He dumped the laundry on her bed, found some cleaning supplies to use as an accelerant and lit it up.

He picked her up, her hands tied in front of her; he had her carry her duffle bag. “I got a question for you, sweetheart. Why’d you ditch your last final?”

She blinked at his completely unimportant question. “It...it wasn’t required if we got A’s...on the first three exams.”

Eliot gave her a big smile. “I knew you had a good reason; you’re such a smart girl! Now close your eyes, sweetheart,” he told her. “You don’t need to see all the bad stuff that happened out there again.”

He kissed her forehead and held her close as he carried her away to their new life. He would take care of her and make her happy. They were going to be so happy together…unless she gave them a reason not to be.

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c3llodamsel · 5 years ago

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Calming Demons

Summary: Eliot Spencer has a lot of demons from his past, and it took him a long time to let the team in, but sometimes it takes an extra person to really calm the demons.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1180

A/N: Hi everyone! Taking a break from my usual stories and posting something a little different. If you like clever shows where the bad guys are the good guys, I totally recommend Leverage! It’s fun and so well written, as well as terrific acting. Hope you like this little fic.

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Parker crept down the stairs to the main area of the loft. It was early morning and no one else was awake yet, but she was hungry. Plus, sometimes she liked to sneak around the loft, just to keep up the practice of not disturbing anyone or anything. Early morning was perfect because there was the challenge of getting her cereal without waking Hardison or Eliot. Hardison tended to be easier to get past than Eliot, but that couldn’t always be a guarantee.

As Parker arrived at the bottom of the stairs, though, she realized this morning was going to present an extra challenge—Eliot’s girlfriend Amanda, who, at the moment, was also their client. She was staying at the loft for protection purposes, at Eliot’s insistence.

Parker quietly started making her way past the couch where Amanda was sleeping. She wasn’t surprised when she glanced over to Eliot holding her firmly to him with his back against the couch. Parker figured this way if anyone tried to get to Amanda, he wouldn’t have his back to the attack.

Parker was about to move on towards her breakfast when she looked back at Eliot. She studied his face and tried to identify what was different about it. It was hard to tell because half his face was buried in Amanda’s long hair, nose just behind her ear, his scruffy chin resting near her neck. There was something not-Eliot-like about his face and even his sleeping body language. Parker had seen Eliot sleep before; he was usually tense, like he was more just resting his eyes than anything. Always ready to jump if need be, that was Eliot.

Then Parker realized what she was witnessing, something far rarer than some of the jewels and paintings she had stolen: peace. Parker had thought she’d seen Eliot at peace before but never so completely as this moment. It made her tear up a little even.

Eliot had a lot of demons that he struggled with from his past. Neither Parker or Hardison knew the full extent of the things he had done or seen, and they had accepted the fact they would most likely never know. He could laugh and enjoy things, but there was always an underlying darkness that held on to him. He’d meditate sometimes, cooking seemed to distract him, and, of course female companionship was not uncommon with him either. He was a passionate person, and that passion took on different forms.

So when Parker and Hardison saw him with a young woman, it was no surprise. It was, however, when they kept seeing him with the same young woman. When they asked him about it, he said they just talked and it wasn’t any of Parker or Hardison’s business.

“You’d think by now he’d know it’s just easier to tell us. He knows I can find out everything about her from her birthday to how many socks she has in her drawer with the click of a button, right?” Hardison had rambled as he proceeded to research Eliot’s new interest, Amanda. After a thorough search, some legal, most illegal, Parker and Hardison came to the conclusion she was a normal, honest person with not so much as a parking ticket against her. Despite that, they liked her, and more importantly, so did Eliot.

When Amanda got caught up in a “wrong-place-wrong-time” situation, no one blinked at the idea of keeping her safe. The restaurant downstairs had cameras everywhere, and there was no better security than Eliot. Amanda hadn’t been thrilled with the idea of being baby-sat all the time, and she protested. She actually stared Eliot down, and it wasn’t his usual hard stare of intimidation that broke her; it was when his face softened ever so slightly, allowing Amanda, as well as Parker and Hardison for that matter, to see he wasn’t trying to be macho, he was truly, deeply caring. After that, Amanda didn’t hesitate.

She accepted their alternative ways of justice without reservation, as well. She was a little shaken after Eliot demonstrated his “Hitter” skills, while protecting her from a Russian hitman, but she recovered quickly. All-in-all, Amanda seemed to fit naturally and balanced out Eliot quite well.

Parker realized, too late, that she had been standing there too long, when Eliot slowly opened an eye at her. His peace turned to mild annoyance with slight confusion. Parker mouthed “sorry”, then quickly and quietly moved to the kitchen area. As she poured her cereal she looked back over to the couch. Eliot was carefully moving around Amanda, gently placing a kiss to her temple and getting gup off the couch. He soundlessly walked over to Parker in his t-shirt and sweatpants. He raised an eyebrow at Parker as she began eating her cereal.

“What?” she said, mouth full of milk and cereal.

“What’s wrong?” he asked gruffly.

“Nothing,” She answered.

“They why were you staring at me and Amanda on the couch just now?” he whispered tensely.

“It’s just,” Parker paused, glancing over Eliot’s shoulder at Amanda. “I’ve never seen you so at peace before,” she finished.

Eliot let out a sigh and his face softened. He looked over at Amanda, safely asleep on the couch still. He looked back at Parker and she saw a warmth in his usually steel eyes.

“That peace is because of her,” he stated quietly. He leaned against the kitchen island thinking. “I’ve seen a lot, Parker, and I’ve done a lot. Every day in the back of my mind those things just—they never go away. I’ve learned to deal with it. Amanda, though, she makes all this,” he tapped his head, “become silent, just by being who she is. Now you, Hardison, and Nate and Sophie, when they were here, helped me accept who I am and what I’ve done and be able to change. Amanda helps me like myself and always want to be the better man. I never thought I’d ever feel that way.”

Parker processed what Eliot confessed in silence. Hardison had done a lot for her that she never thought would be possible. She felt and thought in new ways that she found she actually liked.

“I understand,” she said after a few more moments of silence. “I’m happy for you Eliot,” she said with a genuine smile. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Thanks Parker,” he replied with a smile of his own. “I think I may actually be happy too.”

Just then Amanda shifted on the couch with a groan, causing Eliot and Parker to look over at her. Amanda opened her eyes and upon seeing them, a lazy smile appeared on her lips.

“Mmmmm good morning!” She said while stretching.

“Morning,” Parker answered as Eliot walked back over to the couch.

“Good morning,” he said softly as he leaned down to kiss Amanda. When he pulled away Parker saw them wearing matching smiles. Parker suddenly had great admiration for Amanda, and considered her a very talented thief, because she had done something no one ever had—she had stolen Eliot’s heart.

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