A/N: Hey everybody, here comes a new chapter and I really, really hope you like it, because it really resisted to be written *smiles sheepishly* I hope the chapter is okay though and I really hope you will like it *smiles hopefully*
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And thank you everybody for your thoughts on the kids-issue *smiles* It didn't really help me reach my final decision, because right now I feel like I'm going to lose some readers no matter what I do, but I guess it can't be helped *sigh* But then again, I hope you will enjoy the story no matter which way it goes *smiles*
I haven't come to a final decision if it's going to have kids and if it has kids if it's going to be MPreg, but rest assured that I will put warnings in the chapter if it's going to happen so you can stop reading if you don't want to read MPreg...
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Comments for this chapter would be most appreciated though *smiles*
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Thank you to MujokenKofukuron, Softball Angel, Princessoffun (well, you'll just have to wait and see if Eliot will just submit to Nate *evil grin at the plan in my head*), ElaiisTaiE, saides, kkatee (thank you for all the insight and taking the time for such a long review, I really appreciated it and it helped me a lot *smiles*), eevee4ever2004, msdarque, fro-chan (ich finds immer wieder toll, deine Kommis in Deutsch zu lesen, auch wenn ich immer einen Moment brauche mein Hirn umzustellen XD), Eluvcuddles, Jesco123, Karon Evertree, debra and winchester-grl44 (don't worry, the story isn't abandoned, I just have a lot of things going on in RL so I can't write as much as I want to) for all your kind comments for the last chapter *hugs you all*
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Warnings for this chapter: Well, I guess slight non-con, but nothing too explicit and not more than in earlier chapters...
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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 9
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Eliot had no idea when he had fallen asleep and how long he had been sleeping when suddenly Moreau entered the spacious rooms that were now Eliot's prison.
All the Hitter knew was, that he was dead tired and still could barely stand on his own, so he hadn't even tried to fight the sleep, because he knew there was nothing he could do about his situation right now.
And Moreau, true to his word, had left him shortly after showing him his new home, as Damien called it.
And under other circumstances Eliot might even have found the room comfortable and would have enjoyed the soft bed he had been lying on.
But Eliot knew exactly what this room was: it was his prison and nothing else.
There were no windows and the door was a heavy steel door with a pretty secure high tech lock.
And Damien had once again shown how well he knew Eliot and that he wouldn't underestimate the Hitter again, because he had made sure there was absolutely nothing in the room that Eliot could use as a weapon against the alpha werewolf.
And since Eliot was so tired and his left hand was cuffed to the bedpost, the Hitter had decided to give his body the much needed rest.
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But now, with Damien's return, Eliot was wide awake in an instant, even though his body still felt heavy and he could barely move his legs and arms and it took him a felt eternity to sit up and face the werewolf with an unreadable expression on his face.
Whatever drug Moreau had given him, was pretty powerful and Eliot sure as hell didn't like it.
Damien wore that smug grin on his face that Eliot had come to hate by now and he clapped his hands together.
"I see you're awake again," the werewolf said with a smirk on his face.
Eliot only shrugged, well it was an awkward shrug, because his left arm was stretched out, his hand still cuffed to the bedpost.
And the shrug was the most his exhausted body allowed him to do.
He didn't even ask how Damien knew that he had been resting for the past hours, no matter how long it had been, because Eliot was pretty sure that there was camera hidden somewhere.
Moreau sure as hell wouldn't risk anything right now and Eliot had to admit, even though he didn't really want to, that he was impressed with Damien this time.
He really didn't give Eliot much of a chance to flee, not that Eliot would stop trying.
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Damien had now fully entered the room and closed and more than likely locked the door behind him and he was just removing the jacket of his suit and loosening his tie.
Eliot growled a little when he realized that Damien was making himself comfortable as if he hadn't just kidnapped him, but he was too exhausted to do much more than growl.
Moreau chuckled again.
"Are you still tired?" he questioned in mock concern, walking closer to the bed, but then he stopped out of reach of Eliot, maybe not sure how weak the Hitter really was and not wanting to take unnecessary risks.
Eliot stared at the other man, fists clenched tightly.
"I'm sure you know exactly how tired I should be, am I right?" he questioned, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible.
He wouldn't let Moreau know how much the werewolf was getting to him.
Damien chuckled again, a sound Eliot now hated with a passion.
"Yeah, I know, El. The new dose Chapman injected you with while you were sleeping should make you docile enough," Moreau said with a shrug of his own shoulders.
Eliot stiffened and if he had had the energy he would have attacked Damien for calling him "El".
It had been a nickname the werewolf had come up with when they still had been sort of a couple.
Eliot hadn't minded back then, but he sure minded it now.
"I'll show you docile once this damn drug wears off," the Hitter spat, yanking at the cuff holding his hand to the bedpost, even though it took a lot more of his strength than it should have.
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Moreau didn't seem the least impressed with Eliot's threat.
He just continued smiling at the younger man, taking another step closer.
"Believe it or not, I'm really looking forward to the feral side of you once we're mated, I'm sure it will be quite the experience in bed."
And before Eliot knew what was happening, Moreau pounced on him, throwing him backwards on the bed, straddling his hips, his hands on either side of Eliot's head.
The Hitter hadn't been prepared for that sudden attack and with the drug in his system there was no way he could defend himself.
He just stared up at the werewolf, once again not trying to show the fear he felt, but Moreau could probably smell it anyway.
Eliot's face hardened and he looked directly into Moreau's eyes, shuddering a little when Damien's eyes flashed yellow for a second.
"I'll never be your mate, Damien. I refused you once and I'll continue to do so," he growled, trying to sound more confident than he really was, his free hand slowly pulling back to punch the Alpha with all the strength he still possessed.
But Damien seemed to read his mind, because suddenly his hand shot out and grabbed the Hitter's wrist, pushing it down beside Eliot's head.
The younger man struggled a little, but when he saw the almost excited glint in Moreau's eyes, he immediately stopped his struggles.
The last thing he wanted, was to turn the werewolf on, especially in the position he found himself in right now.
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Damien lowered his head so that his mouth was directly beside Eliot's ear.
"The bond has already started, El and the day after tomorrow we'll have our official "Claiming Ceremony"," he almost purred and started nuzzling Eliot's neck.
The Hitter let out a frustrated growl and started struggling again, this time he didn't care if it turned Moreau on or not, he just wanted the other man to stop treating him like his personal toy.
And Damien's words had scared him a little.
How on Earth could they already have started a bond?
Eliot knew that they hadn't started one when they had first landed in bed together, because Eliot had made sure not to drink any blood, which was necessary to start a bond.
So as long as he hadn't drunk any blood and Moreau hadn't gotten his hands on Eliot's blood, there was no way a bond could have started to form.
It was almost a little scary how Moreau seemed to read his mind, because he pulled back a little, his face still only inches away from Eliot's.
"I told you you're mine now and there's nothing you can do about it," he started and gripped Eliot's right wrist a little tighter.
Eliot looked at him with hatred in his eyes, not sure what to reply to that, because he still didn't really believe that they had already started a bond.
Shouldn't he feel something if they did?
Once again Moreau seemed to exactly read his mind.
"Oh Eliot, you're already feeling the effects, or why do you think you're so tired from just an ordinary drug, especially when I'm with you?"
Damien chuckled when Eliot's eyes widened in horror.
"You... you mixed your blood into it, didn't you?" the Hitter questioned, hating how his voice quivered a little.
Moreau looked almost proud that Eliot had figured it out so quickly.
"Yes, I did indeed and I also took some of your blood while you were sleeping so no matter if you like it or not, we've started to bond. And your subconsciousness has already recognized that bond, no matter if you want to admit it or not."
Eliot felt almost sick at that thought, but it all made horrible sense. He could barely attack Moreau, no matter how much he wanted to.
And the Hitter knew enough about werewolf-mating to know that this was part of the mating process.
His subconsciousness was starting to accept Moreau as a dominant mate...
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/No, I will fight this, I'm not going to submit to the bastard. He played dirty and I won't let him win./ Eliot swore to himself.
And once again he hoped desperately that Nate and the team were still alive, because right now there was no way he would get out of it without their help.
"I will never submit to you," he snarled, struggling again just to make his point.
Moreau, however, was clearly unimpressed.
"It's not in your hands anymore, Eliot. The day after tomorrow we'll be bonded to each other and all Alphas over the world will know that you're mine and they will have to accept that I'll be the most powerful Alpha now."
Damien smiled at Eliot and fingered the collar around Eliot's neck, which made the Hitter snarl and feel incredibly humiliated.
But then he questioned through gritted teeth: "And why would they accept you as the most powerful Alpha just because you forced me to become your mate?"
Eliot wasn't really sure if he wanted an answer to the question, but he was finally sick and tired of all those ominous comments he had gotten when another werewolf or vampire had offered him to become their mate.
Moreau chuckled again and his face came even closer to Eliot's so that the Hitter could feel the other man's breath against his own lips and subconsciously he licked his own lips for a second, swallowing nervously.
He hated to be in this position and not having a chance to fight back. He was Eliot "fucking" Spencer for god's sake, one of the best retrieval specialists in the whole world.
And he knew as soon as he got the chance he would fight back, but right now he just couldn't do a damn thing about what was happening.
Eliot knew that wasting energy in a battle he couldn't win, would only make him lose the war, but every inch of him itched to fight.
"Oh El, I'm surprised you haven't been more curious about what makes you so special and why a lot of us want you as their mate," he whispered and ran the hand that wasn't holding Eliot's free hand in a tight grip, through Eliot's hair in an almost gentle gesture, but the touch also spoke of possessiveness.
"I never did care, Damien, because I won't submit to any of you," Eliot snarled. Sure, he couldn't fight with his fists, but he could at least tell Moreau that he wouldn't give in easily to assure himself that he still had the will to fight.
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Damien's grin only widened.
"Don't fight the inevitable, El," was all he replied, because he was tired of fighting the inevitable with Eliot when they could do much more pleasurable things.
So without further ado he closed the remaining distance and pressed his lips against Eliot's in an almost bruising kiss.
God, how he had missed that during the tiring meeting with other wolves and business associates who helped him organize the "Claiming Ceremony".
He held the kiss for as long as possible and he almost felt smug when Eliot didn't even fight him.
Of course, the Hitter didn't exactly respond to the kiss, but he also didn't try to bite Moreau's tongue off, a sure sign that the bond had really started to form.
Moreau only broke the kiss when he needed air.
Eliot had gone deadly still underneath him and the only movement was the rapid rising and falling of his chest and Damien felt himself grow hard when he saw the flushed cheeks of his soon-to-be-mate.
"Damn El, you look delicious enough to eat right now, but unfortunately ravishing you has to wait until the official claiming," he said a little disappointed, his eyes traveling all over the firm body underneath him.
His wolf howled in protest, but Moreau ignored him for now.
If he wanted to bind Eliot to himself he had to honor the law and the ceremonial.
Well, he had waited for years to have Eliot in his bed again, he could wait a few more days.
Damien also didn't miss the relieved sigh Eliot gave, even though he tried to mask it with a low growl.
He chuckled and rolled to the side, so that he was resting on the bed beside the hitter and he fished a second pair of steel cuffs from the desk-drawer beside the bed and he cuffed Eliot's right wrist to his left wrist.
Once he had done that, he wrapped his arm around Eliot's waist, pulling the Hitter close and almost blanketing the shorter man with his own body.
"We both need rest, El," he murmured and kissed Eliot's neck, a gentle gesture that surprised even Eliot and seconds later the werewolf had fallen asleep, almost purring softly, which disturbed Eliot more than a little.
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But then again, the Hitter knew that deep down Moreau really loved him and that the werewolf did a good job at ignoring that Eliot didn't want him.
Eliot gave a deep sigh and tried to get comfortable, which wasn't easy with his hands cuffed to the bedpost and with Moreau wrapped around him almost like a blanket, the werewolf's hardness pressing against his back.
But then again, he had slept in much more uncomfortable positions and he had to make the most of
it, because he really needed the rest to get his strength back to get out of here.
Before he closed his eyes to fall into a deep, nightmare-haunted sleep, his last conscious thought was to Nate.
/Please get me out of here, Nate. You're the only one I want to mate with./
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to be continued... if you still want me to...
