a/n: This is complete and total lemon. It's two chapters and however-many-words of absolute lemony PWP. It's also malexmale. If that bothers you, you should probably navigate away.

It's slightly AU in that I ignore just about every romantic interaction between Nate and Sophie that didn't happen on a con or went beyond light, casual flirting. This happens sometime in the midst of Season 5, but I don't think there's any real spoilers - just an occasional reference to another episode.

Enjoy Part II!

"Don't take this to mean I want you to go beating people up for no reason, but it is very attractive to watch you drop five men who are slightly bigger than you like it's no harder than doing laundry."

The moment they'd gotten inside Nate's room—thank GOD, Hardison had soundproofed all the rooms before they started using these offices. Granted, he'd probably done it to save the rest of them from hearing him and Parker, but it was still dead useful—Nate had shoved Eliot back against the door, fingers sliding across the man's scalp and gripping his hair as he pressed himself as tightly to the hitter as he could.

"Laundry's harder," Eliot rasped when Nate moved his mouth to bite Eliot's ear, then further down until he was sucking at what would surely be an impressive mark in a few hours. Nate gave a light chuckle and Eliot took the opportunity to cup his ass, lift him, and turn them around, slamming his back into the door. He dragged his hands up and down Eliot's arms, staring in wonder.

"All that power, all that strength…" He tipped his head back against the door as Eliot started on returning the favor of marking him. "But you're so gentle, so controlled. It's amazing…you're amazing…ah!" As he'd been talking, Eliot had unbuttoned his black shirt, hands traveling over his exposed torso. When the other man had pinched a nipple between a finger and thumb and rolled, Nate let out a gasp. He choked on his words a few times as he tried to continue.

"I always…unh…always know I'm…oh, god, Eliot, don't stop!…I'm safe with you. Not…ah, fuck…not because you're strong, but…o-o-ohhh…because you're in control." And right now, as his mouth delivered firmer bites to his collarbone and one hand held and teased his nipple while the other cupped him through his jeans, Eliot had never held more control over Nate. No one had.

"Oh, Nathan," oh, god, the voice… "You're always safe with me. And I'm always safe with you. It's what you and I do—keep each other safe." Nate let out a cry, but he wasn't sure if it was from the intense amount of stimulation he was receiving, or (again) from Eliot's voice.

"Am I going to make you come again, Nathan? Are you going to surrender yourself to me again, let me watch you fall apart? Or are you going to hold it together this time? Try desperately to hold it together as I tell you how I want to lay you on your bed and spread you open, fill you with my fingers and then my cock. How I want to be so far in you that you feel me in your throat, burning you from inside, and fill you until you can't feel anything but me for days. Are you going to hold it together while I tell you I'm going to tie you to the bed and touch you absolutely everywhere until you can't remember anything except my fingers, my hands, my mouth on your skin? On your cock? Come on, Nathan. Can you hold it together?"

Nate's arms were wrapped around Eliot's neck, and he was sobbing from the effort of trying to stave off an orgasm long enough to hear every dirty thing Eliot whispered into his ear.

"You're so responsive, Nathan," Eliot whispered, his hands had long ago left their place on his body and were now against the door on either side of Nate's head. "You come apart so prettily at the sound of my voice. I can't even imagine how it'll look when you fall apart from me touching you, sucking you, making love to you."

That was it. Just like he had in the park, Nate was struggling to maintain control, unable to believe he was flying apart like this without being touched. But Eliot had said 'making love'…with every other dirty, crude, beautifully filthy word falling from his lips, he'd chosen to say 'making love' instead of 'fucking' and Nate's control slipped long enough for him to succumb.

"Eliot, oh my GOD, Eliot please…please…please…I can't…I need…please, Eliot. Fuck…Eliot." As he hit the end of his orgasm, Eliot shifted just enough for his length to rub against Nate's overly sensitive one and he gave another cry of "Eliot!", feeling a twitch that told him his cock was trying to harden again already. He knew it would be several minutes at least before it managed to, but that it was already trying…

"Nathan." He tried to lift his head, he really did, but it was so heavy… He felt Eliot's hand cup his cheek and help him lift it to meet Eliot's eyes and Nate stopped breathing. The warmth and something else that wrapped around him when Eliot spoke earlier…he knew what the something else was.

"Nathan, I love you. I love you, and I need you and I need you to know—I need you to understand—that I will always always keep you safe." Nate forced himself to focus, to look Eliot in the eyes and read the sincerity there.

"Eliot," he whispered, leaning in to press his lips to Eliot's, trying to convey his response before he vocalized it. "I love you, too, Eliot. I need you so much it scares the absolute shit out of me, and I…" Eliot leaned back in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that made him feel like the man was making good on his promise to burn him from the inside out.

As he predicted, he felt his cock pressing into his slacks a few minutes later. Putting pressure on his arms, still wrapped around Eliot's neck, he unlocked his legs from behind Eliot's back and slid them back down to the floor.

"I believe there was talk earlier of a talent show," he rasped, turning them so Eliot's back was to the door again. Not that the man would have moved if he hadn't wanted to, but it gave the appearance of Nate having the power at least.

"As long as it's a private show," Eliot replied, eyes never leaving his as Nate slowly sank to his knees and allowed his hands to skip Eliot's waistband, finally landing on the button. It was intoxicating, hearing the skips in Eliot's breathing as he replaced his fingers with his mouth, releasing the button and zipper with only his tongue and teeth.

"Only for you, Eliot. Only ever for you," he said, leaning in to place a kiss on Eliot's cock through the slit in his boxers. He gently pulled at the elastic to guide the fabric down to join Eliot's jeans, peering up at the other man one more time. "Put your hands on me, Eliot. It's your turn to show me how you come apart." And at the same moment Eliot's hands gently came up to his head, he opened his throat and took the man in until his head hit the back of Nate's throat.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Nathan!" He smirked, but didn't stop. He started slow, building a slow bob before allowing his tongue to trace the large vein on the underside of Eliot's cock as his teeth gently scraped over the top. Eliot let out a string of words that didn't stop. "Fuck, Nathan…Nate…Nate, you're so…oh, shit, Nate…fuck…ah!" Nate didn't know which was hotter: the voice Eliot used to make Nate come apart or him coming apart himself. He pushed as far down as he could and swallowed, his muscles contracting around Eliot's pulsing cock and forcing a strangled cry from the man above him. The fingers were tightening in his hair and he closed his eyes in bliss, focusing on doing just enough to keep Eliot teetering on the edge. He wanted this to last.

Pulling off slowly, tracing with his tongue as he went, he delivered a soft kiss to the head, dipping his tongue in the slit before swirling and dipping once more. He waited until Eliot's babbling had slowed and his breathing started getting just slightly less ragged before sinking back onto him with a hum and a swallow.

"SHIT, Nathan…oh, god, you're so beautiful with your mouth full of my cock. You suck it so well, baby, please…ah! Fuck, Nathan, you're so good, such a good boy, such a…ah…ah…N…Nate…ugh, Nathan, I'm…I'm…FUCK!" With a final swallow, Nate felt Eliot's fingers tighten in his hair and kept his cock in place swallowing through his orgasm, pulling him through it.

He let Eliot slip from his slips with a purposeful and obscenely wet 'pop', making sure Eliot was looking right at him as he licked his lips and delivered a final kiss to the softening head.

"Bed," Eliot rasped, looking like he was actually struggling to remain upright. "Right fucking now." Feeling a bit cheeky at finally being the one who wasn't trying to pull his mind together, Nate remained kneeling for a few more moments.

"Did I win the talent show, Mr. Spencer?" he whispered low, his words blowing warm air over Eliot's cock, which was still in front of his face.

"Nate, I swear to God, you better get your ass on that bed right now if you don't want your prize to turn into a punishment." And that was the end of Nate's brief moment in control. Eliot pulled him up by the wrists, and sealed their mouths together as he pushed him in the direction of the bed, shedding his jacket as they moved.

The back of his knees hit the bed and he fell backwards, staring unashamed as Eliot removed his t-shirt and stood naked before him.

"While you're very striking in black, you're wearing just a bit too much of it, Nathan." And he proceeded to strip his pants while Nate shimmied out of his already-unbuttoned shirt and threw it somewhere—anywhere—across the room. "Do you have any…?" He shook his head.

"There's a few condoms in the drawer, but no lube. I haven't felt much like sex lately," he muttered as he felt his face color.

"How lately?" He didn't meet Eliot's eyes at first, but then he felt gentle fingers at his chin and he asked again. "Nathan…how long?"

"Two years," he finally relented. "Since I fell in love with you. Before that, I was trying to get you out of my head. I was so sure I shouldn't want you, I tried any way I could to stop wanting you. When I realized it wasn't going away, realized how much I cared about you, it just felt wrong to try to forget about you—even if I didn't think you could care the same way."

Eliot was silent for a moment and Nate kept his eyes shut, sure he'd ruined everything with too much honesty until he felt gentle lips press against his forehead, then his temple, his nose, then (finally) his mouth. He felt the other man's tongue trace the seam of his lips and wound his arms around Eliot's neck, drawing him closer as he mapped Nate's mouth with his tongue like he was committing it to memory before breaking away for air.

"God, Nate, we could have been doing this for years? How did I miss it for that long? I thought a few months at the most…never imagined…" Nate surged up and reconnected their mouths, not willing to waste more time talking about time they'd already wasted. Eliot broke away again to mutter, "I don't want to hurt you without the lube, Nathan. Maybe we should…"

"Just go slow. We've got plenty of time tonight," he whispered, drawing Eliot's right hand to his lips and taking the fingers into his mouth one at a time and coating them with saliva, swirling his tongue and sucking on the tips while maintaining eye contact with Eliot the entire time. "Touch me, Eliot."

And a mere second after Eliot resealed their lips together, he felt a gentle touch at his entrance. He kept himself relaxed, trying to focus on Eliot's tongue rather than his fingers for long enough to adjust to the intrusion. It had been two years after all.

A minute or two of wiggling later, he felt the second finger breach him and he dug his fingernails into Eliot's shoulder at the slight burn. When he felt the fingers begin to scissor, he clenched his eyes shut, but they flew open when he felt the 'come hither' movement that resulted in his prostate being very firmly pressed upon.

"Ah…ah, fuck, Eliot. Y-y…you…ah…oh, Jesus fuck!" Eliot had released the pressure to brush across his prostate once, twice, and then pressed down firmly again.

"I was beginning to think you weren't the vocal type, Nathan. Let me hear you," Eliot whispered, continuing to make the same scissoring motion for a few seconds more before adding the third finger.

"Oh…oh, g-god, Eliot! Ungh…" He pressed fingernails deeper into Eliot's skin, pushing himself down onto the man's fingers. The burn, painful at first, was becoming far more pleasurable. Especially with the teeth scraping along his neck and the deliberate pressure Eliot maintained with his prostate. "Eliot, I need you in me now. Please…please, Eliot…" He saw and felt the shudder that moved through the man, indicating how affected he was by Nate's begging, but he didn't stop.

"I won't hurt you, Nathan. We're going to be sure you're absolutely ready before I line my cock up with your beautiful body and push in so far you feel me long after." He said the last part with a low growl and another firm stroke of his index finger across Nate's prostate, humming low in his throat as Nate gave a long, broken sob that almost sounded like the hitter's name but was too distorted to really be sure. "Now, since you're still not ready for it, I want you to ride my fingers like I know you want to do to my cock. Show me what you're going to do when I'm actually inside you."

He used his hands on Eliot's shoulders to raise himself up just a bit and began complying with the man's orders, pushing himself as far down as he could before repeating the motion. Eliot kept his hand firmly in place, his only movement the crook of his finger every time Nate brought himself down, causing him to whimper and cry out with every movement.

"That's it, Nathan. I think you're almost ready for me, but just to be safe…" And this time Nate's eyes flew open and he let out a long explicative as Eliot added one more finger and spread them as wide as he could while constricted by Nate's channel.

"El…oh, god, I…it's…so…so good, Eliot…you feel so good. Your fingers feel so good, Eliot, but I want your cock. I want you inside me, please, Eliot, make love to me." And there it was. The clench of Eliot's other hand on Nate's bicep that said he was as close to breaking as Nate.

"You think you're ready, Nathan?" Nate nodded, pushing down and wiggling on Eliot's fingers that were still inside him. "So am I, Nathan. I want to be inside you so bad. Are you sure?" Nate gave a nod and Eliot spit into his hand, trying to slick up his condom-covered length as much as possible and positioned himself at the freshly-stretched entrance. "I love you, Nathan," he whispered and slowly sank in until he was pressed flush against Nate.

It didn't take longer than ten seconds for Nate to beg "move" in Eliot's ear. It took even less time for Eliot to comply, beginning a slow rhythm that had Nate panting in both ecstasy and frustration after only a few moments. It was a torturous pace that he knew Eliot was setting on purpose.

"Eliot…faster…ple-ease." The last word was broken into two syllables as Eliot had picked up the pace immediately. like he'd just been waiting to hear Nate beg.

He probably had.

From the prep and the slow pace, Nate was already absolutely wrecked. He knew he was only inches away from falling over the edge, but he wanted Eliot to come with him.

"Eliot, faster…come with me. Please…ah! Eliot!" The man had picked up the pace even more and Nate knew he was getting closer, so he started begging, knowing it would push Eliot even further. And because the man just made him want to beg.

"Eliot, please…please…oh, god, Eliot, I can feel you in my throat, please, keep going. I'm so close…just a little further…o-oh…Eliot, please come with me. I love you, Eliot….I love you."

"Nathan!" And the momentary return of that dark voice tinged with desperation combined with the brutal pace Eliot had set caused Nate to see stars before his vision went gray, but not before he heard and felt Eliot follow him over the edge.

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It took him nearly twenty seconds the next morning to realize the arms wrapped tightly around his waist belonged to a very handsome retrieval specialist. He spent another ten uninterrupted seconds staring at said specialist before a very loud knock caused him to jump.

"Nate! Eliot! We have a new potential client—wake up!" Parker's voice was muffled through the thick door, but he still heard her.

"Dammit, Parker. We're up!" Nate jumped a bit—he hadn't realized Eliot was awake; he still looked so deeply asleep. Parker's knock had probably woken him "I've been awake since your breathing changed. Now let's go see what another day of being the good guys brings us."

Nate stretched up and gave Eliot a sweet, chaste kiss.

"What better thing could it possibly bring?" He asked with a grin, which Eliot returned with a snort.

"You're not going to start gettin' ridiculous on cons, are ya?" Nate shook his head.

"Business needs to stay business. As long as you don't use that voice," he raised an eyebrow to indicate Eliot knew exactly which voice he was referencing, "we should be fine."

"And if I do?" He nuzzled Nate's neck, and Nate could feel the grin pressed against his skin.

"I won't touch you for a week," Nate muttered in response, reluctantly pulling from Eliot's embrace and rolling off the bed to prove his point. "Now up and at 'em." Eliot's pout didn't do much considering the man's face wasn't really structured for a pout; it was built for bedroom eyes, 'come hither' looks and very threatening intimidation facial expressions, but not sulky pouts.

"Fine. As long as one of us picks up some lube by the end of the job." Nate smiled.

"I think that can be arranged."

a/n: That's all - please review!