Rating: Pg-13
Pairing: Nate/Eliot
Prompt/Prompter: black eye/ Hawk_Danceing
Notes: So I've been doing some prompt answering on Comment Fic over on LJ and figured "Hey, I should post these to Fanfic". So um... here they are? They are mostly short and more or less be read without knowing my universes (though there are plenty of treats laid in for those who read my verses). Also they will not all Be Nate/Eliot. Though most will be involving Eliot.

Some Nights

It's been awhile since Nate stopped asking how Eliot managed to pick up his latest set of bruises. On the job, off the job, in a bar, in a shopping mall, at the movies, it seemed like Eliot couldn't even walk out his front door without getting into some kind of brawl. Nate wondered some nights why people didn't learn to just leave Eliot alone since he Knew that the other guys were nearly always in the hospital by the time Eliot was done.

It wasn't a great surprise then when Eliot showed up a half hour late sporting a black eye and wide grin. Nate didn't like how Eliot kept getting hurt but he could hardly object on nights like tonight. Something about a good fight, maybe a few injuries here and there, got Eliot's blood pumping in the best way possible.

Eliot had brought food, they wouldn't of made it through Eliot taking time to cook dinner and sex induced kitchen injuries lost their novelty fast. They ate quickly anyway.

There were nights for foreplay and there were nights when they didn't bother and there were nights like tonight when Nate wasn't really sure what kind of night it was. Eliot let the brawl from earlier tumble over into whatever they did together and it became a match of their own. A tumble of limbs and movement and that give and take control that just barely let them avoid some big conflict since both liked to be the one on top was thrown to the wind and they just had at it.

The next day Eliot wouldn't be the only one sporting bruises, but the others had the good sense not to ask why they both seemed so pleased with themselves.