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knitekatTitle: Be Careful What You Wish For (2/4)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~2580 of ~10755
Characters: Becker/Lester
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N 1: bonus points for gategurl's prompt: Lester/Becker: Lester has been holding back in bed, Becker provokes Lester into letting go and gets thoroughly ravished. Bonus: marking, dominance, rough sex, rimming, growling.
A/N 2: Thank go to Fred for the beta, cheers m'dear. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
Warnings (all parts):angst, blood/gore, felching, rimming, spanking, knotting, sex in animal form
Teamfest character: Becker
Continues from Part 1 and continues in Part 3.
“Becker?”
Becker's heart pounded faster at Lester's soft call. Fuck! The last thing he wanted was his lover face-to-face with a bloody future predator. Again! What the hell was Lester doing here? He should have been safe, back in the main building with the soldiers for protection. Where the hell were his soldiers and Chequers' security when they should have been watching Lester? He had to do something to distract the predator so it didn't attack Lester. After all, his own life was unimportant compared to the safety of the team – to Lester's safety. “Run!”
He twisted and squirmed in the predator's grasp, trying to kick it, entertaining the, admittedly vain, hope that he might get lucky and disable it. Unfortunately, the creature's other set of claws caught his flailing leg and held him tight. He could do nothing except frantically twist and pray Lester used the distraction to run.
The chilling, close-up chitter of the predator had Becker's heart thudding in his chest as he felt the creature's hands move up his body, no doubt in preparation to flip him over and make the killing blow. He twisted his head, hoping to see... well, his men would be lovely. He flinched when he felt saliva drip onto his face and smelt its foul breath.
A sudden sense of peace fell over Becker. He had always suspected he'd die in combat, although he'd never expected it to be at the claws of a time-travelling creature. This was the end and maybe, just maybe, it would be better that way. At least he wouldn't have to go back to being alone again as the failure he truly was.
“Becker!”
Lester's agonised cry distracted Becker from his imminent death. Surely it hadn't been long enough for Lester to return with his men? Unless they had been looking for him... oh fuck! Lester had never left him and now they would both die. It would all be Becker's fault, just another failure to add to the long list. The predator might have Becker pinned flat to the floor, but he sensed its attention had shifted from him to Lester. He could hear the predator sniff and its clicks became louder, sounding increasingly agitated, as its sharp claws dug into Becker's flesh to scratch his skin and, he knew, draw blood. He would not be the cause of Lester's death, he refused to be responsible for anyone else dying. He resumed his struggles, hoping to distract the predator long enough for Lester to escape.
“James! Run! Please, run!”
Becker's squirming managed to dislodge the distracted predator from its perch on his back, although at the cost of deep groves in his shoulders. He breathed heavily as he scrambled away and turned to look for Lester. Oh fuck! He knew his lover was an alpha male, and not only in bed, but did he really have to prove it by trying to stare down the predator, unarmed? Becker watched in disbelief as Lester began to circle the creature and... fuck, it was working. The predator was moving away from Becker as it matched Lester step by step, seemingly determined to keep Lester in its eye-line as if he was a threat to it. He'd never really believed Connor when he'd told him Lester had once stared a dinosaur down... maybe he should have.
The smile on his lips died when Lester suddenly charged straight for the predator. What the hell did Lester think he was doing? Did he have the same bloody death wish he often accused Becker of harbouring whenever he risked his life? Becker began to struggle to his feet, yelling and waving his arms, if he could just get the creature to see him as a threat rather than his lover... Becker froze as his gaze flicker towards Lester, his eyes almost popping out of his head in shock.
A deep growl emerged from Lester's throat as he charged and at the same time he was... changing. His form was becoming larger, his muscles growing more pronounced until it seemed his suit would rip and tear. Before that happened, long, shaggy fur seemed to flow like a tide over his body to engulf both clothing and muscle. Becker winced at the sound of popping and cracking as Lester's mouth and nose were pushed outwards to form a muzzle. A muzzle, Becker noted weakly, that was full of sharp teeth as it snarled at the predator.
Becker blinked several times and shook his head, but the image didn't change. Where Sir James Lester had once been was... Becker swallowed hard. His lover was now a massive, although still bipedal, creature topped by a wolf-like head. As much as he wanted to deny what his eyes were telling him, Becker knew what he was looking at, even if he didn't – couldn't – believe it. Fucking werewolves were out of a fucking horror movie, they didn't exist in real life. Except he was looking right at one and it looked bloody, terrifyingly real to him.
Becker scrambled backwards, deeper into the gloom, when Lester – or what had once been Lester – slammed into the predator, bowling it over and knocking it to the ground. The predator fought back, its claws swinging around to gouge deeply into the beast's back. The werewolf howled and struck back, sending blood spraying. They leapt apart, blood dripping from claws and wounds and warily circled each other, looking for an advantage.
Becker found himself pressed as far into a corner as he could, his horrified gaze mesmerized by what he was witnessing. He barely breathed and dared not move a muscle for fear of distracting Lester from the predator and leaving him vulnerable to its attack.
The predator chittered as it leapt up to the ceiling and jumped from perch to perch. The werewolf tracked its movements and tried to reach it, its powerful hindlegs bunching as it leapt upwards with claws outstretched, swiping air. It staggered as it landed and the predator flung itself at its back, claws digging through thick fur to vulnerable flesh and its teeth gnawing at the werewolf's shoulder. The beast howled and threw itself backwards, hitting the wall near Becker in an attempt to crush the predator, which released its grip barely in time to avoid being squashed.
The werewolf shook its head and quickly scrambled back to its feet, although it had dropped to all-fours and its lips were peeled back in a snarl. The two creatures resumed circling each other until the predator resumed its perch in the ceiling, earning itself an annoyed sounding growl from the werewolf. The predator chittered and leapt from perch to perch, seemingly reluctant to drop back to the ground.
Becker swore silently. It was a stand-off. The predator wouldn't risk fighting the beast on the ground, and it couldn't reach it on the ceiling. He soon noticed that the werewolf was favouring its right front paw. Its movements grew slower and Becker could only hope it was a trick to entice the predator down from its perch.
Becker almost cried out a warning when the predator flung itself at the apparently-weakened werewolf, only to find itself met mid-leap by the beast and borne to the ground. Becker winced as a loud crack sounded and the werewolf raised its head in a howl. He watched, frozen in horror, as he watched Lester – the beast – sink its teeth into the predator's flesh and he heard the wet sound of tearing flesh. The beast lifted its head again and Becker saw strips of red, dripping flesh dangling almost obscenely from its jaws. It tossed its head back, throwing the meat upwards and catching it in its jaws before swallowing it down. It bent back down to its meal, plunging its muzzle deeper into it and Becker had to fight down his rising gorge as he watched the werewolf feast on the dead predator.
The beast was not Lester, not now, his lover would never... Becker swallowed hard, feeling sick and the last thing he wanted to do was vomit and attract its attention. Of the other hand, if it did notice him, he had no wish to be penned in a corner with nowhere to run. He slowly edged along the wall towards the exit, hoping he wouldn't make a sound and that the werewolf was too engrossed in its meal to notice him.
He jumped at a sudden clatter and almost swore as the broom he had knocked into fell to the floor. His breath was stuck in his throat as his gaze turned back to the werewolf. He almost slumped in relief when the beast continued to rip into the fresh carcass, or he did, until the beast's ears flickered and it raised its head to look straight at him. Its golden eyes were full of hunger and it prowled slowly towards him, a low growl emerging from its throat as it approached ever closer.
Becker's sense of self-preservation kicked in and he grabbed the fallen broom, hefting it to feel its weight and hoping Lester was in control. His eyes unconsciously drifted back to the ruin of the predator, and Becker knew he wasn't facing Lester – he was facing a bloody werewolf. Even knowing that, Becker didn't want to hurt Lester, but the beast kept approaching closer and closer and he was left with no choice.
“Please, James,” Becker pleaded but he still jabbed the broom at the beast when it lunged towards him. The beast growled in annoyance and almost casually batted the broom from Becker's grip, sending it flying out of reach and leaving him defenceless. As the broom hit the wall and clattered once more the the floor, the beast's turned its head towards the sound and Becker used the distraction to duck around it and back towards the door, his eyes fixed on it and he just hoped he didn't trip over anything.
The werewolf swung around and then Becker had no time to react before he found himself on his back with all the breath knocked from his lungs. For the second time that day, he found himself pinned beneath a creature's heavy weight and unable to catch his breath. He stared up at Lester and swallowed hard. His lover's muzzle was stained red with blood and his fangs were mere inches from Becker's face. He flinched when he felt something – blood or saliva – drip onto his skin. Becker swallowed hard, he could only hope that some part of Lester was still in there, that he would be able to control the beast or at least recognised him as a friend, a mate and not as another course.
He would deny he whimpered as the beast's nose moved down his body, snuffling and pressing and all he could think of was how easy it would be for it to sink its teeth into Becker's vulnerable stomach and feast on him as it had the predator.
Becker gasped as the muzzle reached his groin and paused before nudging against him. Becker blushed as his cock, already hard from the adrenaline coursing through his body, gave a definite twitch of interest at the attention. A low rumble reached Becker's ears as the beast pressed against him once more and it felt so bloody good. Becker couldn't help it, he opened his legs and moaned, begging for more contact.
A low growl and sharp claws digging into his side brought Becker back to reality. He was helpless on his back at the mercy of a fucking werewolf that had just killed a future predator as if it was nothing. But instead of trying to escape or fight back, no matter how useless it would be, he was getting turned on by it nuzzling at his groin. Its hot breath felt so good as it caressed his cock and... oh, god, he really was screwed up if he was getting aroused by a beast that was going to eat him, and, unlike the predator, he'd be alive when it began to feed. Lester was right, he really did have a fucking death wish.
Oh fuck! Lester.
What would Lester do when he... recovered to find himself crouched over Becker's body, Becker's blood on his face and his belly full of Becker's flesh? With that thought, Becker's self-preservation – or at least his need to protect Lester from himself – jumped his arousal and wrestled it into submission. He slammed a knee into the beast's stomach, knocking it off-balance long enough to scramble to his feet. He knew he had little chance of defeating it, but maybe, just maybe, he could avoid it long enough for backup to arrive. No! They'd kill Lester – or try to – and Becker couldn't have that on his conscience.
Becker backed away, fucking catch 22. If he held out long enough for backup to arrive, Lester would be... well, annoyed if not injured, and his men would suffer, torn to pieces like the predator. If his men didn't arrive in time, Lester would have to live with the knowledge he'd killed and eaten Becker and preferably in that order. Neither choice appealed to Becker, but he couldn't see another option. Whatever happened, he was so fucked.
Becker smiled softly as he repeated those words – whatever happened, he was so fucked. Why not? It wasn't as if the werewolf was a stranger and he'd wanted Lester to let go when they shagged, OK, not exactly like this but... what did he have to lose?
He kept his eyes on the werewolf that slowly rolled to its feet and shook its head. Soon it would recover and then... Becker took a deep breath and quickly yanked the zip of his combats open and shoved them and his underwear down his thighs. He swallowed hard, if he was wrong he'd just hobbled himself and what a sight it would make for whoever discovered his body.
Well, in for a penny in for a pound. Becker dropped a hand down to his cock and began to stroke his erection, moaning softly as he teased himself back to full hardness and desperately trying not to think about wanking in front of a beast that could kill him in a heartbeat. The situation was so bloody fucked up but he couldn't help but be turned on and what did that say about him?
He swallowed when the beast paused and sniffed, its ears flickering forwards and backwards and its tongue lolling from its mouth, exposing those sharp teeth. It slowly advanced on Becker and he had to steel himself to continue wanking. The beast lowered it head and it took all of Becker's much vaunted self-control not to yell or pull away when its cold, wet nose pressed against his cock. He heard it sniff deeply and then exhale, its warm breath caressing his cock and making it twitch with need. It was working. Although Becker's relief faded when its nose – and thus its sharp teeth – continued to travel upwards to press into his belly and it snuffled.
Becker closed his eyes and held his breath when he felt its rough tongue lick him, tasting him and he could do nothing to stop it.
Nothing except wait for those teeth to sink into his flesh and eat him alive.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~2580 of ~10755
Characters: Becker/Lester
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N 1: bonus points for gategurl's prompt: Lester/Becker: Lester has been holding back in bed, Becker provokes Lester into letting go and gets thoroughly ravished. Bonus: marking, dominance, rough sex, rimming, growling.
A/N 2: Thank go to Fred for the beta, cheers m'dear. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
Warnings (all parts):
Teamfest character: Becker
Continues from Part 1 and continues in Part 3.
“Becker?”
Becker's heart pounded faster at Lester's soft call. Fuck! The last thing he wanted was his lover face-to-face with a bloody future predator. Again! What the hell was Lester doing here? He should have been safe, back in the main building with the soldiers for protection. Where the hell were his soldiers and Chequers' security when they should have been watching Lester? He had to do something to distract the predator so it didn't attack Lester. After all, his own life was unimportant compared to the safety of the team – to Lester's safety. “Run!”
He twisted and squirmed in the predator's grasp, trying to kick it, entertaining the, admittedly vain, hope that he might get lucky and disable it. Unfortunately, the creature's other set of claws caught his flailing leg and held him tight. He could do nothing except frantically twist and pray Lester used the distraction to run.
The chilling, close-up chitter of the predator had Becker's heart thudding in his chest as he felt the creature's hands move up his body, no doubt in preparation to flip him over and make the killing blow. He twisted his head, hoping to see... well, his men would be lovely. He flinched when he felt saliva drip onto his face and smelt its foul breath.
A sudden sense of peace fell over Becker. He had always suspected he'd die in combat, although he'd never expected it to be at the claws of a time-travelling creature. This was the end and maybe, just maybe, it would be better that way. At least he wouldn't have to go back to being alone again as the failure he truly was.
“Becker!”
Lester's agonised cry distracted Becker from his imminent death. Surely it hadn't been long enough for Lester to return with his men? Unless they had been looking for him... oh fuck! Lester had never left him and now they would both die. It would all be Becker's fault, just another failure to add to the long list. The predator might have Becker pinned flat to the floor, but he sensed its attention had shifted from him to Lester. He could hear the predator sniff and its clicks became louder, sounding increasingly agitated, as its sharp claws dug into Becker's flesh to scratch his skin and, he knew, draw blood. He would not be the cause of Lester's death, he refused to be responsible for anyone else dying. He resumed his struggles, hoping to distract the predator long enough for Lester to escape.
“James! Run! Please, run!”
Becker's squirming managed to dislodge the distracted predator from its perch on his back, although at the cost of deep groves in his shoulders. He breathed heavily as he scrambled away and turned to look for Lester. Oh fuck! He knew his lover was an alpha male, and not only in bed, but did he really have to prove it by trying to stare down the predator, unarmed? Becker watched in disbelief as Lester began to circle the creature and... fuck, it was working. The predator was moving away from Becker as it matched Lester step by step, seemingly determined to keep Lester in its eye-line as if he was a threat to it. He'd never really believed Connor when he'd told him Lester had once stared a dinosaur down... maybe he should have.
The smile on his lips died when Lester suddenly charged straight for the predator. What the hell did Lester think he was doing? Did he have the same bloody death wish he often accused Becker of harbouring whenever he risked his life? Becker began to struggle to his feet, yelling and waving his arms, if he could just get the creature to see him as a threat rather than his lover... Becker froze as his gaze flicker towards Lester, his eyes almost popping out of his head in shock.
A deep growl emerged from Lester's throat as he charged and at the same time he was... changing. His form was becoming larger, his muscles growing more pronounced until it seemed his suit would rip and tear. Before that happened, long, shaggy fur seemed to flow like a tide over his body to engulf both clothing and muscle. Becker winced at the sound of popping and cracking as Lester's mouth and nose were pushed outwards to form a muzzle. A muzzle, Becker noted weakly, that was full of sharp teeth as it snarled at the predator.
Becker blinked several times and shook his head, but the image didn't change. Where Sir James Lester had once been was... Becker swallowed hard. His lover was now a massive, although still bipedal, creature topped by a wolf-like head. As much as he wanted to deny what his eyes were telling him, Becker knew what he was looking at, even if he didn't – couldn't – believe it. Fucking werewolves were out of a fucking horror movie, they didn't exist in real life. Except he was looking right at one and it looked bloody, terrifyingly real to him.
Becker scrambled backwards, deeper into the gloom, when Lester – or what had once been Lester – slammed into the predator, bowling it over and knocking it to the ground. The predator fought back, its claws swinging around to gouge deeply into the beast's back. The werewolf howled and struck back, sending blood spraying. They leapt apart, blood dripping from claws and wounds and warily circled each other, looking for an advantage.
Becker found himself pressed as far into a corner as he could, his horrified gaze mesmerized by what he was witnessing. He barely breathed and dared not move a muscle for fear of distracting Lester from the predator and leaving him vulnerable to its attack.
The predator chittered as it leapt up to the ceiling and jumped from perch to perch. The werewolf tracked its movements and tried to reach it, its powerful hindlegs bunching as it leapt upwards with claws outstretched, swiping air. It staggered as it landed and the predator flung itself at its back, claws digging through thick fur to vulnerable flesh and its teeth gnawing at the werewolf's shoulder. The beast howled and threw itself backwards, hitting the wall near Becker in an attempt to crush the predator, which released its grip barely in time to avoid being squashed.
The werewolf shook its head and quickly scrambled back to its feet, although it had dropped to all-fours and its lips were peeled back in a snarl. The two creatures resumed circling each other until the predator resumed its perch in the ceiling, earning itself an annoyed sounding growl from the werewolf. The predator chittered and leapt from perch to perch, seemingly reluctant to drop back to the ground.
Becker swore silently. It was a stand-off. The predator wouldn't risk fighting the beast on the ground, and it couldn't reach it on the ceiling. He soon noticed that the werewolf was favouring its right front paw. Its movements grew slower and Becker could only hope it was a trick to entice the predator down from its perch.
Becker almost cried out a warning when the predator flung itself at the apparently-weakened werewolf, only to find itself met mid-leap by the beast and borne to the ground. Becker winced as a loud crack sounded and the werewolf raised its head in a howl. He watched, frozen in horror, as he watched Lester – the beast – sink its teeth into the predator's flesh and he heard the wet sound of tearing flesh. The beast lifted its head again and Becker saw strips of red, dripping flesh dangling almost obscenely from its jaws. It tossed its head back, throwing the meat upwards and catching it in its jaws before swallowing it down. It bent back down to its meal, plunging its muzzle deeper into it and Becker had to fight down his rising gorge as he watched the werewolf feast on the dead predator.
The beast was not Lester, not now, his lover would never... Becker swallowed hard, feeling sick and the last thing he wanted to do was vomit and attract its attention. Of the other hand, if it did notice him, he had no wish to be penned in a corner with nowhere to run. He slowly edged along the wall towards the exit, hoping he wouldn't make a sound and that the werewolf was too engrossed in its meal to notice him.
He jumped at a sudden clatter and almost swore as the broom he had knocked into fell to the floor. His breath was stuck in his throat as his gaze turned back to the werewolf. He almost slumped in relief when the beast continued to rip into the fresh carcass, or he did, until the beast's ears flickered and it raised its head to look straight at him. Its golden eyes were full of hunger and it prowled slowly towards him, a low growl emerging from its throat as it approached ever closer.
Becker's sense of self-preservation kicked in and he grabbed the fallen broom, hefting it to feel its weight and hoping Lester was in control. His eyes unconsciously drifted back to the ruin of the predator, and Becker knew he wasn't facing Lester – he was facing a bloody werewolf. Even knowing that, Becker didn't want to hurt Lester, but the beast kept approaching closer and closer and he was left with no choice.
“Please, James,” Becker pleaded but he still jabbed the broom at the beast when it lunged towards him. The beast growled in annoyance and almost casually batted the broom from Becker's grip, sending it flying out of reach and leaving him defenceless. As the broom hit the wall and clattered once more the the floor, the beast's turned its head towards the sound and Becker used the distraction to duck around it and back towards the door, his eyes fixed on it and he just hoped he didn't trip over anything.
The werewolf swung around and then Becker had no time to react before he found himself on his back with all the breath knocked from his lungs. For the second time that day, he found himself pinned beneath a creature's heavy weight and unable to catch his breath. He stared up at Lester and swallowed hard. His lover's muzzle was stained red with blood and his fangs were mere inches from Becker's face. He flinched when he felt something – blood or saliva – drip onto his skin. Becker swallowed hard, he could only hope that some part of Lester was still in there, that he would be able to control the beast or at least recognised him as a friend, a mate and not as another course.
He would deny he whimpered as the beast's nose moved down his body, snuffling and pressing and all he could think of was how easy it would be for it to sink its teeth into Becker's vulnerable stomach and feast on him as it had the predator.
Becker gasped as the muzzle reached his groin and paused before nudging against him. Becker blushed as his cock, already hard from the adrenaline coursing through his body, gave a definite twitch of interest at the attention. A low rumble reached Becker's ears as the beast pressed against him once more and it felt so bloody good. Becker couldn't help it, he opened his legs and moaned, begging for more contact.
A low growl and sharp claws digging into his side brought Becker back to reality. He was helpless on his back at the mercy of a fucking werewolf that had just killed a future predator as if it was nothing. But instead of trying to escape or fight back, no matter how useless it would be, he was getting turned on by it nuzzling at his groin. Its hot breath felt so good as it caressed his cock and... oh, god, he really was screwed up if he was getting aroused by a beast that was going to eat him, and, unlike the predator, he'd be alive when it began to feed. Lester was right, he really did have a fucking death wish.
Oh fuck! Lester.
What would Lester do when he... recovered to find himself crouched over Becker's body, Becker's blood on his face and his belly full of Becker's flesh? With that thought, Becker's self-preservation – or at least his need to protect Lester from himself – jumped his arousal and wrestled it into submission. He slammed a knee into the beast's stomach, knocking it off-balance long enough to scramble to his feet. He knew he had little chance of defeating it, but maybe, just maybe, he could avoid it long enough for backup to arrive. No! They'd kill Lester – or try to – and Becker couldn't have that on his conscience.
Becker backed away, fucking catch 22. If he held out long enough for backup to arrive, Lester would be... well, annoyed if not injured, and his men would suffer, torn to pieces like the predator. If his men didn't arrive in time, Lester would have to live with the knowledge he'd killed and eaten Becker and preferably in that order. Neither choice appealed to Becker, but he couldn't see another option. Whatever happened, he was so fucked.
Becker smiled softly as he repeated those words – whatever happened, he was so fucked. Why not? It wasn't as if the werewolf was a stranger and he'd wanted Lester to let go when they shagged, OK, not exactly like this but... what did he have to lose?
He kept his eyes on the werewolf that slowly rolled to its feet and shook its head. Soon it would recover and then... Becker took a deep breath and quickly yanked the zip of his combats open and shoved them and his underwear down his thighs. He swallowed hard, if he was wrong he'd just hobbled himself and what a sight it would make for whoever discovered his body.
Well, in for a penny in for a pound. Becker dropped a hand down to his cock and began to stroke his erection, moaning softly as he teased himself back to full hardness and desperately trying not to think about wanking in front of a beast that could kill him in a heartbeat. The situation was so bloody fucked up but he couldn't help but be turned on and what did that say about him?
He swallowed when the beast paused and sniffed, its ears flickering forwards and backwards and its tongue lolling from its mouth, exposing those sharp teeth. It slowly advanced on Becker and he had to steel himself to continue wanking. The beast lowered it head and it took all of Becker's much vaunted self-control not to yell or pull away when its cold, wet nose pressed against his cock. He heard it sniff deeply and then exhale, its warm breath caressing his cock and making it twitch with need. It was working. Although Becker's relief faded when its nose – and thus its sharp teeth – continued to travel upwards to press into his belly and it snuffled.
Becker closed his eyes and held his breath when he felt its rough tongue lick him, tasting him and he could do nothing to stop it.
Nothing except wait for those teeth to sink into his flesh and eat him alive.
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Date: 2012-07-24 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-24 08:49 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-07-24 08:40 pm (UTC)Hot and scary :)
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Date: 2012-07-24 08:50 pm (UTC)Glad you liked the hot and scary.
Thanks again for the beta and for reading.
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Date: 2012-07-24 11:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-25 08:07 pm (UTC)Hee, so far its only been a werewolf (x2) and a vampire, I think I have a few left to go ;)
Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-07-25 08:09 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-07-25 02:42 am (UTC)"Becker closed his eyes and held his breath when he felt its rough tongue lick him, tasting him and he could do nothing to stop it.
Nothing except wait for those teeth to sink into his flesh and eat him alive."
*flails uncontrollably*
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Date: 2012-07-25 08:11 pm (UTC)Hee, I think you liked it ;)
Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-07-25 04:57 am (UTC)No wonder Lester holds back in bed. Talk about being a real animal...
Poor Becker - definitely bit off more than he can chew.
Looking forward to the last part!
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Date: 2012-07-25 04:58 am (UTC)*g*
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Date: 2012-07-25 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-25 08:12 pm (UTC)Becker's definitely didn't expect this.
Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-07-25 08:13 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-07-26 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-26 07:46 pm (UTC)Thanks again for the beta and for reading.
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Date: 2012-07-28 03:45 pm (UTC)In Becker's defense, he believes his other option is being eaten ;)I thought you might like it ;) Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-07-28 05:49 pm (UTC)Lovely!
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Date: 2012-07-28 06:02 pm (UTC)Glad you liked the fic and thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-08-02 06:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-02 06:40 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading.