A/N: Wow, I honestly didn't think you'd like the story this much, but I'm really, really happy that you did *smiles brightly*
Well, so, as you might have guessed, here comes the second chapter and there are a few things I need to say: I hope it's not too confusing, because I refer to Eliot with his undercover name, whenever we're more in the mind of the bad guy and Eliot when the POV is more general. So yeah, I hope it doesn't sound too awkward.
And one thing I learned from this chapter: I really suck at trying to write Eliot dancing sexily. Honestly I tried my best and again, I hope it doesn't sound too awkward and you will like it at least a little.
And I also hope it doesn't break any rules for this site and comments would be most appreciated.
So yeah, enough of my babbling now. Have fun reading *smiles* *goes to hide now*
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Thank you to SivanShemesh, Jesco123, jacitr, cool, Quiet Ryter, dh2930 (I'm happy that you enjoy the backstory of this too and not only the stripper!Eliot aspect and you'll slowly learn why Eliot was so reluctant to take that job *smiles secretively* And don't worry, Eliot won't let the team off the hook for conning him again *g*), Twinchy (Yeah, Eliot would never let an innocent suffer and that's what I love about this character so much, all those layers hidden underneath the rough exterior *smiles* And of course the team will protect their hitter, they're a team after all *smiles* Well, they will try to protect him. If they manage, you'll have to wait and see *evil grin*), ILoveAnime89, lynny, stellaru (I'm not sure either, if the N/E/H threesome is a good fit for this story, but for now I'll keep my options open), fro-chan (Ob ich die Dynamik mit Hardison wirklich mache, weiß ich noch nicht, aber ich hoffe, dass du die Story liest, egal wie es ausgeht *smiles*), BetahimeTsukiko, crazy4tv and baerana1 for all your kind words *hugs you all* It means so much to me to read your feedback *smiles*
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Warnings: SLASH Nate/Eliot established relationship, slight non-con (only mentioned), nudity and strippers... I'll probably add some more as the story progresses, just that you're warned...
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Disclaimer: None of the Leverage characters belong to me and I just borrowed them for this little story... this story doesn't mean to offend anybody… this is just for fun… and not for money either...
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Chapter 2
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"Okay, the security camera in the office is in my hands now and we can see everything that's going on in there. Marcheda is waiting for you, obviously re-reading Eliot's file again."
Hardison's words came over the earbuds, but Eliot didn't even bother to reply anymore. Yes, he would play his part in the con, but that didn't mean he had to like it. He pulled on the too tight button-down-shirt that stretched over his torso, even a hint of his nipples visible, and which confined his arms a little uncomfortable and Eliot tried his best to widen it at least a little, but the silky material didn't budge even an inch. He felt really uncomfortable in the satin shirt and if he had been allowed to shop for his outfit, he would have looked a lot different than he did now. His jeans were tight, way too tight in certain places and showed off way more than Eliot was comfortable with, but Sophie had insisted that this was the right look for this situation. And as much as Eliot hated to admit it, she was probably right about that. But again, that didn't mean he had to like it. The way his hair framed his freshly shaven face, he looked way younger than he normally did. But that would probably help to sell his part of the con, no matter how uncomfortable it made him, especially when unbidden memories crept into his mind and Eliot had to fight real hard to keep them down, because he didn't need them for this job.
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They stopped in front of Marcheda's office and Sophie shot him a short look.
"Are you ready?" she asked, her accent for the con already in place. Eliot simply shrugged.
"It's not as if I have a choice," he answered curtly and let her know that he was still pissed off at all of them for putting him in this situation without really asking. Sophie understood, because she swallowed once and murmured a "sorry", something she seldom did, before she knocked on Marcheda's office door. Eliot only had seconds to slip into his role as "Liam", a broke, young man, who didn't have much family left and who needed this job. And Sophie played her role as Miss Colridge, a rich woman, who had way too much time on her hands and her fingers in a few illegal doings and she would act as sort of a manager for Liam.
"Let the games begin and I really hope you know what you're getting into here, Nate," Eliot murmured, before he followed Sophie into the office, where they would be Miss Melissa Colridge and Liam for however long it would take to bring down Marcheda.
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Luca Marcheda sat in the comfortable chair in his office, papers in front of his desk, some he needed to sign urgently. But right now he didn't even spare them a glance. Instead he re-read the file in his hands for about the hundredth time since he had read it yesterday for the first time. He really was going to enjoy this one, especially if what was written on that file was only half-true and the pictures weren't photo-shopped too much then the new guy, Liam, would be the next big hit and Marcheda didn't necessarily mean only the club, but his very lucrative side-business too.
There was a knock on the door and Luca put the file aside. He plastered the false smile he always wore, when he dealt with new clients, on his face and answered the knock with a "come in". A beautiful woman entered first, she was the "manager" and if Marcheda was interested in woman, he'd certainly try his luck with her.
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But all those thoughts were forgotten as soon as Liam, as he was called in the file, a fake name for sure in Luca's book, entered the room and the smile on his face wasn't faked anymore. He stood up and walked around his desk, greeting Sophie first.
"Miss Colridge, I presume? I'm Luca Marcheda. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person," he said, voice full of fake pleasantries. Sophie would have rolled her eyes if she could have, but even though Marcheda had his eyes mostly on Eliot, she didn't dare to fall out of her role. So she shook the offered hand without hesitation, a charming smile in place on her face.
"Mr. Macheda, it's nice of you to see us on such short notice," she replied and Marcheda had the decency to look at her for a second, before his full attention returned back to Eliot, who stood a little in the background to portray his role better. He knew that Marched was probably wondering what exactly the nature of Liam's and Melissa Colridge's relationship was, but he really didn't look like he cared about it. All the sleazy club manager cared about, that Liam soon wouldn't be Miss Colridge's problem much longer.
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The man swallowed and took a step back, smiling pleasantly at Eliot, who gave a small smile on his own in return, again selling the part, even though he would have loved nothing more than punch a few of those bleached white teeth out of Marcheda's mouth. But as it was he couldn't do that right now. If he, however, had had any idea what the man was thinking right now, he would have done it anyway.
"It's also a pleasure to meet you, Liam. From your file you look like you might be a very good addition for my club," Luca said in greeting, not forgetting what the purpose of this meeting was officially.
But still, Marcheda's eyes were roaming over Eliot. The younger man had immediately awoken his interest and his eyes lingered on Liam's neck for a moment, his mind running away with the image how good the other would look with his collar around his neck, kneeling at his feet and he was pretty sure that Marcheda had finally found the one he would keep for himself. Eliot, who felt uncomfortable and allowed it to show for the con, had no idea of Marcheda's thoughts and that was probably better for now.
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Luca shook his head slightly to get rid of all those images and daydreams. He had to appear professional and harmless and bide his time or Liam might actually run or cause trouble for him and his little side-business. Marcheda was pretty good at reading people, he had to be in his job, and he had already realized that even though Liam appeared to be timid and laid-back. He had detected a quiet resolve and strength that couldn't be hidden, but that only made it that much more interesting for Luca. Men like Liam were so much fun to break.
He coughed a little to get himself back into the game. He had an interview to do after all. And no matter how informal his interviews normally were, there were still certain things he needed to see before he could hire anyone, no matter if he was considered for his second job or only for really working in his club. He had a reputation to uphold after all, in both his businesses.
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Marcheda fixed his eyes on Eliot again, wolfish grin on his face.
"But even though your file looks very promising, I, of course, need to see if you can really compete with my other dancers before I can hire you," he said, smug smile now on full force. Eliot looked a bit uncomfortable and Luca wondered what that was about, especially when Sophie, still in her role as Miss Colridge, looked a little worried. Marcheda let his eyes travel between the two and he was about to repeat his request, but this time make it clear that it was more of a command than a request, when Liam sighed and nodded slowly.
"Of course Mr. Marcheda," the younger man told him, speaking up for the first time since they had entered the room, his voice rough and smooth at the same time and Luca's trousers were suddenly a little tighter than they had been before and he discreetly adjusted his stance while Liam looked at his female companion. The woman smiled back encouragingly at him and that looked as if it was enough for Liam to lose his reservations. Again Marcheda wondered a little what that was all about, but frankly, seconds later he didn't care about that anymore, because Liam began his show.
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Eliot, no matter how much he really didn't want to do this, knew he had to do it and he knew he had to make it a good show or he wouldn't be hired. So he closed his eyes briefly, imagining that he was in his and Nate's shared bedroom and was doing this for his lover to tease him and to drive him wild with lust for him. The Hitter took a few steps into the middle of the room so that he had enough space, but was still far enough away from Marched so that the other wouldn't touch him unexpectedly. Then he got ready to perform to a beat his mind supplied him with.
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Eliot began with a sinuous roll of his hips, hands caressing his torso, as if he was enjoying the feeling of silk under his fingers, tracing the outline of his nipples, eyes on Marcheda all the time. He simply shimmied his hips, knowing what kind of effect the play of his muscles visible through the silk covering him had on other people. He licked his lips, slowly and deliberately before he started to unbutton his shirt slowly button for button, pausing only to give Luca a cocky, seductive smile.
The slow, sure, swaying of his hips continued, while he gently let his shirt fall down his arms, revealing the bare skin of his torso, all smooth and glistening with a little sweat since it was very warm in Marcheda's office. He flexed his arms, muscles rippling, giving a hint of what he could do if he put his mind to it. Then Eliot shrugged off his shirt completely, throwing it carelessly aside. He once again ran his hands down his now bare torso, teasing his nipples for just a second, which hardened instantly. His eyes never left Marcheda and so he could see that Luca swallowed dryly. A smug smile tugged on Eliot's lips, his eyes promising much more than the men watching him would ever get, an illusion Liam's future audience would love.
Eliot then slowly started to turn around, presenting his back towards him, grinding his ass out as if he was moving against someone, slowly pulling the leather belt out of the beltloops of his jeans, he had unbuckled it while he had turned. When he had pulled it out, he ran the leather belt between his legs once, caressing the inside of his jeans-clad thighs, before the belt joined his shirt on the floor.
He gave Luca a look over his shoulder and Marcheda didn't even try to hide his own erection now, especially when Eliot turned back towards him, one hand wandering down his stomach again to meet the other hand that was slowly unfastening the button and the zipper of the way too tight jeans, hooking two fingers into beltloops, pulling the jeans open and down a little, revealing silk briefs underneath, not hiding much, but enough. It was a nice little image of what was going to come once the last garment fell.
Eliot once again turned his back towards Luca, flexing his arms, showing the muscles of his back working, as well as flexing his thighs, again a promise of what those thighs could do. Another roll of his hips and then he reached back, a hand gliding over one ass cheek, before smacking it lightly, the smack echoing in the near silent room, which also made Luca startle a little. He licked his lips, his eyes never once leaving Eliot. The man had the grace of a panther, dark and dangerous, but still deliciously sexy.
Eliot gave another roll of his hips, turning his head over his shoulder, winking at Marcheda. Then he slowly pulled the jeans down over his ass, before he simply let it slide down his legs, gracefully stepping out of them, standing in front of Luca and Sophie now in tight, silky briefs, he had toed off his shoes without anybody really noticing, winking at Marcheda again, before raising his leg and, by executing a perfect round-house kick, he made one full turn in the air, giving Marcheda a perfect view of all those delicious muscles as they worked at once and then he landed steady on his feet facing them again, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the briefs and Marcheda licked his lips, anticipating and looking forward immensely to what was going to come next and he couldn't wait to see all that glorious flesh revealed.
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But as abruptly as Eliot had started, he stopped, hands on his hips, glaring at Marcheda, all hints of insecurity gone, obviously still full of adrenaline from the performance he had just given.
"And that's all the show you're going to get for free. If you wanna see everything and what else I can do with the right props, then you need to hire me," he said, voice a low, still seductive growl, barely out of breath after that little performance. Marcheda swallowed harshly, while Eliot .
"Consider yourself hired," Luca told him, his voice rough with lust and if Sophie, or Miss Colridge, wouldn't have been in the room, he might have made a move on the other man already, but as it was, he knew he had to be professional. He clapped his hands together in glee, hiding his disappointment that Eliot was nearly fully dressed again.
"You're going to be a marvelous success," Marcheda mused and he really didn't mean only dancing at the club. Again a wolfish grin came over his face, when he asked: "When can you start?"
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"Okay, that was a little too good."
Hardison still stared at the screen where he had just witnessed Eliot performing as if he had never done anything else. Sure, he had known that Eliot was graceful in everything he did, but that... well... he really hadn't expected that. Sophie hadn't either, if her flushed face was any indication, not that Hardison did blame her.
And Nate, who stood behind him, eyes fixed on the surveillance monitor, couldn't agree more with the young hacker.
Eliot's performance had been almost flawless and absolutely captivating and Nathan's trousers were a little too tight right now. But Nate didn't really mind that. He had that right when his boyfriend did things like this. What unnerved him, however, was, that Marcheda's eyes had been glued to Eliot for the whole performance. Sure, that had been the whole point, but that didn't mean Nathan had to like that. He was, and he had finally admitted that to himself, a very possessive man and seeing someone else freely ogling Eliot's assets, while the other was only wearing way too tight underpants, was making him more than a little jealous.
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He ran a hand through his hair and he really needed to talk to Eliot once he and Sophie were back and apologize for making him do that and then stake his claim, so that Eliot knew without a doubt, who he belonged to.
Nate's thoughts were interrupted when Hardison shifted in his chair and he chuckled a little, when the other man tried to hide his own erection. Again, Nate didn't blame him, not after that. He knew that the other man had a crush on Eliot, but he had never given it much thought since Eliot didn't seem to have any idea that that was the case and so Nate didn't waste time thinking about it right now, especially when they saw Eliot leaning over Marcheda's desk to sign the contract, deliberately teasing the other man with the way he was positioned. Then they saw Marcheda and Sophie shake hands and then Eliot and Marcheda, a handshake that lingered too long for Nate's taste and then the two left the office and Nate managed to breathe a little easier.
"Looks like we're in," Hardison said, looking at Nate with a grin and Nate nodded, but he didn't say anything else. He was already making plans for the coming days, wondering what exactly they had gotten into... and more important how they were going to get out again...
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to be continued
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Okay, I hope it wasn't half as bad as I think it was and you enjoyed reading still want to read more... *sheepish smile* *goes back into hideout now to avoid any flying objects aka rotten tomatoes*