#nightingwin

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“Why is it that I want you all the time?”

“Because I have an uncanny mastery of mind control?”

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"I'm not saying you're evil or anything, but I'm pretty sure if you crossed a church threshold you would burst into flames."

Elliot furrowed his brow in silent thought before shrugging and answering.

“Yeah. That... that’s probably true. Let’s just say I avoid churches, then. Just for now.”

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First Day of My Life

sam-nightingale

Elliot was not usually the type to get anxious. He was a surgeon -- calm, cool, collected. He had to be. If he wasn't calm, who was going to be if something went wrong in the operating room?

But Elliot's heart rate was positively galloping all night, even though everything was going according to plan. He'd gotten first class tickets on a flight to Miami for Sam and himself, they'd spent all day at the beach, then Elliot had taken Sam to a really nice restaurant on Ocean Drive, where he'd splurged on a really, really nice bottle of champagne. All that was left was a night out on his yacht, and that tiny leather box he'd been toying with all night that was burning a hell of a hole in his pocket.

Elliot felt the yacht slow to a stop just a few miles off the coast, as he'd told his captain to do. This was it.

It really was a beautiful scene. The moonlight hit the water just so that it gave off a pearlescent sheen and the lights of the city of Miami could be seen in the distance. There were other boats out on the water, but they were all at a far enough distance that everything just seemed quiet except for the waves gently brushing the sides of the yacht.

Elliot stood in silence for a bit, taking a sip of his champagne for some last minute liquid courage. He'd practiced what he was going to say, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember a word of it now.

"You know..." Elliot began, deciding to just wing it, "I've been wanting to do this for a long time. I mean, take you out here on the yacht. But I'm glad I waited until now because, well, I guess it just makes tonight all the more special. See... I love you, Sam. And I know it sounds cliche, but I have loved you from the moment we first connected. And I've had other loves before. You know this. But I haven't felt for a single one of them the way I feel about you. I mean the way that we fall asleep on separate sides of the bed at night and somehow always end up tangled in each other's arms by the morning. And the way you wake up with your stupidly perfect hair and I have to work on mine for a good five minutes. And how you have to tie my ties for me because I can never remember how to do a Windsor knot. And that smirk of yours that just melts me into a puddle and makes me wonder how in the hell I got so lucky to have you in my life."

Elliot paused, biting his lower lip. He hoped to god he didn't sound as corny as he thought he did.

"I guess... what I'm trying to say is... I want to make sure that I spend the rest of my life just in utter awe of you. Every day. So, I'm gonna do that the only way I know how." Elliot got down on one knee, presenting the open box with an engagement ring tucked neatly in blue velvet.

"Sam Nightingale, will you marry me?"

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Dude!Sam/Elliot (because winning!)

Who was the one to propose: Sam. Elliot would have wanted to, but he wouldn’t have mustered up the courage fast enough. Sam got there first.

Who stressed more over wedding planning: Elliot. He’s so careful in his everyday life that I can’t see him being devil-may-care about his wedding.

Who decorated the house: Elliot.

Who does the cooking: They trade off, but Elliot usually just likes to order in.

Who is more organized: They’re about equal. Elliot’s work is more organized, but Sam is more organized at home.

Who initiates bedroom fun: Sam. Absolutely. No question.

Who suggested kids first: Elliot. It took him a while to reach the decision that he wanted a kid, but when he decided on it, he was dead set on it.

Who’s more dominant: Sam, but from a bottom position. Elliot, on the other hand, is a submissive top.

Who’s the cuddler: Elliot. He just can’t keep his hands off Sam.

Who’s the big spoon/little spoon:.Elliot is the big spoon, Sam is the little spoon.

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Going to concerts. They have similar taste in music, so it’s not hard to find a show they want to see together.

Who comes home drunk at 3am: Sam. Elliot doesn’t drink much.

Who kills the spiders: Sam. Elliot hates spiders and won’t go near them.

Who falls asleep first: Elliot. After a long day of surgeries, who could blame him?

A head canon: Elliot insisted that Sam be the biological father when they found a surrogate mother and he told Sam it was because he knew how much he wanted that. The real reason was because he secretly hoped his kid would inherit Sam’s “prince charming” hair.

Do they have any “rituals”? Not really…?

Who is louder? Sam. And Elliot loves hearing the sounds he makes.

Who is more experimental? Sam.

Who takes more risks? Elliot.

Do they fuck or make love? Usually they make love, but sometimes they get a bit rough and they fuck.

Lights on or off? Lights on. Sam likes to see the way he makes Elliot feel when they’re having sex.

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Elliot.

Who is more likely to suggest a threesome? Sam.

Who comes first? Sam.

Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Sam is better at it and prefers to give it, especially when they really should be doing something else, like tending to the guests at their party instead of getting off in a broom closet.

Who is more submissive? Elliot.

Who usually initiates things? Sam.

Who is more sensitive? Elliot.

Who has the most patience? Elliot.

Which kinks do they share? Well, they both agree, Elliot looks damn good in a collar. ;) Also, Elliot has worn lingerie for Sam on occasion just because he knows Sam likes it.

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Repossess Me

Dr. Elliot Baldwin was sick. Before his operation, he could barely stand. He had been one of the many that the worldwide mass organ failure had hit, crippling both his kidneys, and placing him firmly in bed until GeneCo came along with the solution: expensive organ transplants with a seemingly affordable payment plan. Elliot, like so many others enjoying their new organs, paid GeneCo exorbitant amounts of money for their services, but while on bed rest, his money began to dwindle, as he was unable to work.

Elliot had just barely made last month's payment, narrowly escaping the ghastly horror of having his kidneys repossessed by a couple of days spent performing back alley surgeries while high on minimal doses of Zydrate to dull the pain. It wasn't his best work, or his most prideful moment, but it kept him alive. For now.

This month, however, his finances were nowhere near where they needed to be in order to pay off his debt. And so, in an act of desperation, Elliot, now fully functional again, hurried over to GeneCo in the hope of getting an audience with its CEO.

"Excuse me! Sir! You can't go in there without an appointment -- sir!" the CEO's secretary called, shuffling after him as fast as she could in her too-high heels and too-tight pencil skirt, her librarian glasses balanced precariously on the bridge of her nose.

"Watch me," Elliot called over his shoulder, practically bursting into the office of the world's savior, GeneCo's CEO, George Newton.

The man looked up from his desk to the door and his two sons did the same -- the older, Jonas Nightingale, a dark-haired, handsome man who was rumored to have a side business as a grave robber, selling street Zydrate, or "Z"...

And the younger, Sam Nightingale, a blond-haired, green-eyed beauty whose own reputation as a strongly business-minded individual was marred by rumors of his addiction to Z.

And Elliot couldn't take his eyes off of him.

"Can I help you?" George asked, putting down his pen.

Elliot stood up straight, letting his hands clasp in front of himself. "Yes, actually. My name is Elliot Baldwin. I'm a plastic surgeon with my own private practice --"

Jonas cut him off. "We're not looking to merge with anyone right now, so if you'll excuse us, we're quite busy."

"I'm not here to merge. I'm here to ask about an alternative to my monthly payments."

George cocked an eyebrow. "If you can't pay, your organ transplant will be repossessed. That's the law. We can't go around bending laws."

Elliot's brow furrowed in worry. "There has to be a way around it. What if... what if I became a Repo Man for you?" The three men seemed to perk up at this idea, so Elliot continued. "I'm a surgeon -- a well-qualified one. I know what I'm doing. Spilling blood is nothing new to me. I'll repossess other people's organs in exchange for keeping my own -- just until I pay off my debt."

George considered this briefly, He pushed a few papers around his desk, muttering to himself.

"If you become a Repo Man, Dr. Baldwin, it is not a job you can just leave when you feel you are finished. You are a Repo Man until you get too old or die on the job. You must know Repo Men are not well-liked. It's a dangerous job."

"I can handle it," Elliot insisted. "Just put the blade in my hand and we'll square everything away."

Jonas smirked. "I like him for it," he said, folding his arms in front of his chest. "He's just desperate enough. What do you think, Sam?"

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Paint It Black || Evil!Elliot AU

I parked my car behind an abandoned building on the edge of town, taking care to make sure no one was following me. I checked my watch. The lie I had told Sam this time was that I needed to cool off after a long day of work, so I was going to see that movie that I loved and he hated. Again. That meant I'd have about two hours from start to finish. I opened the makeshift door and climbed the stairs in the building to the second floor where I had set up my kill room - or operating room. It really didn't matter which you called it. Both were accurate. My patient, Mr. Lawton, a math teacher at the local high school, saw me and began squirming on the table I had strapped him to. He had been waiting around for me since 6 o clock in the morning when I had caught up with him on his morning jog through the park and injected him with an animal tranquilizer. "Oh, good! You're awake! I was wondering if I'd dosed you too high. But you're a big guy. You can take it, right?" I said, effortlessly chipper. I removed my jacket and pants to reveal my scrubs underneath. Lawton whimpered through the silver duct tape that covered his mouth. "Now, now, Lawton. There will be no whining in my operating room," I said, patting him on the cheek after pulling on my scrub cap. I looked over my tools which I had set up earlier. Everything was in its proper place. The scalpels were shining and clean, and my tools were all lined up. I smiled, picking up the clipboard which held the designs for Lawton's procedure. "That's gonna be you! What do you think?" I said, holding up the clipboard for my patient to see. He squirmed harder and attempted to scream. "Oh! Such enthusiasm! You know, I was a little iffy on the bit with the feet, but you've sold me on it. Nice work! You sure you've never been in advertising?" I teased him, putting down the clipboard and picking up my scalpel. "So... I don't believe in anesthetic, but we don't want you passing out from shock, either, so... Stay awake. Now, what do you say we start getting rid of some of those lower ribs, eh?" With a quick slice of my scalpel and a muffled scream from Lawton, the man's torso was cut wide open, the skin held apart by spreaders. Lawton squirmed more. He was beginning to piss me off. I practically lunged at him, my bloody scalpel at his neck. My entire demeanor switched over to my darker side, my more violent side. "You hold the fuck still or I will cut out your eyes and castrate you, you fucking worm," I snarled.