Pet

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, leather collar

http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/100704.html?thread=21972320


Written as a response from the prompt and link above. There was a word limit. I may continue it, may not, depends on if people like it. That being said, please review and let me know! I'll gladly add if somebody wants to see where this can go.
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It was something interesting between them, this weird little thing they did. Both men tended to be to dominating where personalities were concerned. In the bedroom, who was topping was always something up for debate. Really it just depended on who needed it more.

If it was just sex for the hell of it Nate tended to take over. It was a second instinct to the man and his lover rarely fought him over it.

This though, this was something different. Sometimes the only way to truly have control is to surrender it to someone else. When it came to their games Eliot was always the one in charge and wouldn’t hesitate to put his pet back in his place the moment he stepped over the line.

Eliot yanked Nate’s chin up to examine those flashing blue eyes. The other man was wound too tight and it was showing. Seemed like his pet needed to be reminded who his Sir was.

He used his free hand to tangle into dark curls and pulled back with a sharp movement earning a groan. The one holding Nate’s chin slipped up to his jaw and tightened to just short of bruising. Eliot was always careful not to leave marks where they couldn’t be covered later.

“You best remember who you’re glaring at,” he warned. His voice was deep and unforgiving. “Now strip and on your knees. Don’t keep me waitin’.”

Nate hesitated for a moment before trying to jerk his head free. He was being stubborn tonight. No matter. He hadn’t said the safe word so their game was still on. It just meant someone was looking to get punished and Eliot was more than happy to comply. He would just make sure it was a lesson his pet wouldn’t soon forget.

Not bothering with a warning the hand on Nate’s jaw moved down and switched the grip so his fingers dug into the sensitive nerves behind his pet’s collar bone. The older man bit his lip at the shock of pain and crashed to his knees against the carpeted floor.

Without a moment wasted Eliot moved fluidly with him, tearing at the shirt with enough force that the buttons went flying. He ripped the fabric away and moved his hands further south. Making quick work of the Nate’s fly he pulled out the already semi-erect cock. Honestly he wasn’t surprised. The rest of the team would never believe the masochistic streak the mastermind had.

“You should know better than to fight me by now,” Eliot crooned deceptively sweet. He slapped the exposed cock, smirking as it swelled at his attention. No time was offered for Nate to respond as Eliot switched tactics and ran blunt nails down the other man’s bared chest, red welts rising on his trail.

Nate’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at the attention as a whimper escaped his throat.

With a snicker Eliot rose. Opening a trunk not too far away he took out one of his favorite pieces and moved back to Nate.

Eliot couldn’t help but smile at the relaxed look that flowed through Nate’s body the second he fastened the buckle tight around his neck. He really was a sight to behold there on his knees, cock standing proudly, and a collar decorating his neck. The visual alone was enough to make Eliot’s jeans seem too tight.

Eyes cast down Nate spoke in a quiet, respectful tone. “Thank you, Master.”

“Who do you belong to?” Eliot pushed.

“You, Master.”

“Good pet,” Eliot approved as he bent down and retrieved Nate’s formally abandoned belt. He doubled the thick leather over and smacked it against his palm hard enough the sound echoed in the room. “Let’s begin.”