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Primeval fic: Be Careful What You Wish For (3/4)
Title: Be Careful What You Wish For (3/4)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~2355 of ~10755
Characters: Becker/Lester, Jess, OCs
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 2 and continues in Part 4.
Becker swallowed hard as the tongue licked him once more and was gone.
He refused to open his eyes for he had no wish to watch the beast attack and... eat him. So he grunted in shock when he was grabbed and thrown onto his belly before it pressed hard against him. He felt its fangs grip his neck gently but firmly, holding him still and he let out a relieved sigh, knowing his gamble had worked and that something in the beast – Lester – had recognised him as his mate. Either that or the beast wasn't going to pass up a free fuck. Not that it mattered, not if it meant Lester didn't eat and kill him. He couldn't help the slightly hysterical laugh when he found himself pondering whether it was still bestiality when your lover was a werewolf, although his laughter died when his damned subconscious had to point out the beast might want to satisfy its other appetite when – if – they reached the post-coital stage.
He was distracted from his morbid thoughts when he felt the beast's – no, Lester's – hot breath on his skin and felt the clawed fingers lightly scratch his skin as it gripped his hips and held him still. Becker shivered as he felt the fur trickle against his skin and then groaned as the heavy cock settled against his crack and thrust, once. The thought of Lester – of the beast – taking him now without any preparation, hard and out of control, should have scared Becker, but instead he found it exhilarating. His cock was so hard and aching and Becker needed to be fucked, right now and it seemed the beast agreed as it began to rut against his arse. He opened his legs as much as his trousers allowed and pushed his hips back as he hissed, “Please.”
The werewolf froze for a moment and Becker wiggled his hips in encouragement. He moaned in need when Lester's weight shifted and then in disappointment when the beast pulled back instead of filling him.
He felt Lester press a gentle kiss against his neck, his voice a rough growl as he spoke in Becker's ear. The words were distorted by fangs, but Becker could still hear his lover's sorrow and misery at what he had almost done. “I'm sorry. So, so sorry, Becks. I...” The weight shifted entirely from Becker's back and he knew Lester had gone. Fleeing from what he had almost done and leaving Becker panting and wanting, and with a cock hard enough to pound nails in with. A broad smile formed on Becker's face as he realised it wasn't him, it had never been about him. His lover didn't let go because of the beast, fearing what it would do if he did.
Becker smiled as he thought of how easily the beast had controlled him and dominated him. All that power was a bloody turn on and his cock throbbed at the thought of Lester holding him down and having his way with him. That thought was so bloody hot, Becker was surprised he didn't come in his pants... or he would have done if he were wearing any.
The realisation that he was somewhat less than neatly presented made Becker rise to his knees and start to drag his combats back up. He paused for a moment before indulging himself, stroking himself firmly and steadily as his thoughts turned to Lester fucking him, possessing him and taking all he had. It didn't take long for his balls to tighten and then he was biting his lip to stifle his cry as he came.
It took him several moments to regain his senses enough to scrabble to his feet, his legs shaky beneath him. He looked around for Lester and wasn't surprised the man hadn't returned. He had never meant Becker to learn the truth about him. The need to talk with Lester warred with the need to see the mission through. With a curse, Becker remembered Jones and dashed back to his side, all thoughts of Lester banished from his mind. If Jones had died while he was busy wanking... no, he had a pulse. Becker sagged with relief for a second before resuming his ramrod posture as he searched and located his earpiece and called Jess for an ambulance.
Becker hovered as Jones was loaded into the ambulance. He was badly mauled and it was anyone's guess whether he'd survive or not. Becker didn't need to be a medic to know Jones' time in special forces was over, he'd be lucky to keep the leg. But he was alive and so was everyone else – no one had died on Becker's watch, for once.
It was only when the medic called him over that Becker remembered his own injuries. They stung when the medic cleaned and closed them and Becker knew once the adrenaline coursing through his system faded that they would hurt like buggery... but he was lucky, unlike Jones.
Becker took a deep breath and released it, repeating to himself that no one had died, that Jones was still alive and he still had his job to do. Although the anomaly was safely closed, Becker called in the dogs and ordered his men to do a final sweep of the area, just in case another predator had slipped through unseen.
Becker glanced around the car park but he wasn't really surprised to see Lester's Jaguar absent, Lester wouldn't want to have to deal with the politicians for longer than absolutely necessary. Although it would have been nice, he could have given his weapons to his team to sign back in and caught a ride home with Lester for an enjoyable weekend.
Oh.
Becker sighed, of course Lester hadn't waited for him. He no doubt expected Becker to react badly after learning the truth about him and to want nothing more to do with him. Well, if Lester thought Becker was going to walk out of the best thing he'd ever had over the minor – or maybe, not so minor – point of his lover being something out of a horror movie, he had another thing coming.
Becker would take great pleasure in showing Lester he wasn't about to run away screaming or charge in with his Mossberg blazing. Ahh... that was a point, he'd have to plan how to approach Lester without the man fleeing from him... no, Lester wouldn't flee, he was far too dominant for that. He'd stand his ground somewhere he felt in control and wait to see how Becker reacted. Which meant either the ARC or the flat. No, not the ARC, it would be too public for the conversation they needed to have, especially if it ended in a shag. Not that they hadn't shagged there but who knew if Lester was a screamer – Becker's lips twitched slightly – or a howler – when he let go? And Becker meant to make his lover let go. The flat was a far better place for their talk, for one thing it had a large and comfortable bed they could spend the weekend in.
Becker finished the clean-up almost on autopilot before taking the front passenger seat on the way back to the ARC. It gave him the chance to go over his plan to convince Lester nothing had changed between them. He went over it time and again as he tried to iron out any little kinks. Becker had to bite back a moan at that word and forced himself to concentrate on what he was going to write in his report instead.
Becker was working on his report when a tentative knock on his door distracted him. He glanced up and smiled as Jess, although his smile faded somewhat at her worried look. “Jess? Is something wrong?”
Jess shot him a nervous smile. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“It's... um, personal.” Jess' face was tinged a pale pink.
Becker quirked an eyebrow and, when a quick smile appeared on Jess' face, he knew he'd copied his lover's expression. “What is it, Jess.”
“You and Lester.... um.”
Becker could feel the corners of his mouth twitch and resisted the impulse to smile, quite manfully, he felt. “What about me and Lester?”
Jess' words rushed out. “Have you had a fight?”
“A fight? No.” Becker frowned at her. “Why?”
“It's just Lester's been moody since he arrived back from the anomaly. Moodier than normal, that is. He's not left his office and is just... staring at his computer.”
“Ah.” Fuck! Lester was expecting the worst.
“Becker?” Jess was looking at him in a way that just shouted she knew he'd done something wrong.
“Just a minor misunderstanding, Jess.” Although his cuts twinged at the movement, Becker still rose smoothly from his chair.
Jess grabbed his arm. “Talk to him, Becker. Tell him you're sorry.”
Becker almost smiled at that assumption he was in the wrong... but, he did need to tell Lester he still loved him. “I will.”
“Good.” Jess nodded and headed back to the ADD. “Oh, I'll have a hot chocolate when you make Lester's tea.”
Becker snorted, although he did owe Jess for letting him know about Lester.
Becker paused in the shadows to watch Lester for a moment and he clearly saw what Jess had noticed. Lester was listless and distracted and it was just so obvious that something was wrong. He strolled over and knocked firmly on the door, entering without waiting for Lester's say-so and closing the door firmly behind him. He caught the wary look in Lester's eyes and just wished the ARC wasn't so damned open, otherwise he'd have taken Lester in his arms and snogged him thoroughly.
“Captain Becker?”
Even Lester's voice sounded wary and Becker cursed his decision to not broach the subject earlier. His lover had taken his silence the wrong way and now he needed to make amends. “We need to talk, James. But not here.”
Lester sighed and nodded, if possible, looking even more dejected and Becker couldn't stand it. ARC or no ARC, Jess watching their every move or not, he had to tug Lester's chin up and kiss him. “Until later?”
“Later.” Lester licked his lips almost in a daze before shaking his head and scowling at Becker. “I'm sure you've got work to do, Captain.”
“Yes, sir.” Becker saluted, although his military bearing was somewhat spoilt by his grin.
“Oh, get out.”
One finished report and a careful shower later found Becker standing outside Lester's flat, shifting from foot to foot as he considered his options. Finally, he put his key away and knocked firmly on the door. The flat was Lester's territory and... well, Becker had listened to Abby when she’d talked about how to approach animals. Not that his lover was an animal and Lester really would react badly to that suggestion.
It seemed to take forever for the door to open and Becker could clearly see the shock flash across Lester's face when he saw Becker standing there. He had obviously not expected Becker to come over, even though he said he would. For a moment, Becker thought Lester would shut the door in his face, instead, the man gave a deep sigh and walked away with slumped shoulders. Clearly leaving it up to Becker whether he entered or not.
Becker entered and locked the door behind him, cursing himself for making such a balls-up of things. He needed to make this right and convince Lester he still loved him. Becker hung his jacket up and toed off his shoes as he considered the best way to proceed and decided the direct method was probably the best.
He located Lester in the kitchen and watched his lover potter about the room almost aimlessly, subdued and keeping his distance from Becker. Almost as if he was afraid of the reaction he'd get if he tried anything on Becker. It was stupid, really, if Becker really wanted nothing to do with Lester, he'd hardly have kissed him at the ARC, let alone come unarmed into the man's flat. “James?”
“Becker?”
Lester sounded uncharacteristically nervous and Becker couldn't resist smiling. He closed the gap between them, ending up pressing Lester against the wall as his lover gave ground for once. Taking Lester's face firmly between his hands, Becker pressed a hard kiss against his lips.
“Becks?”
“Nothing's changed between us, James. We're still the same men we were this morning.” Becker pressed against his lover, rubbing himself against Lester and feeling the answering hardness dig into his hip. “I want you. Make love to me.”
“I can't.” Lester shook his head. “I can't risk it.”
“Rubbish.” Becker almost snapped, before dropping his head in submission. He almost jumped when Lester's fingers caressed his cheek.
“That's why.” Lester's shoulders slumped in rejection and he turned away. “You know where the door is, Becks... Becker. I'll see you at work on Monday.” Lester's voice broke for an instant, “Unless you want a transfer?”
“Fuck!” Becker knew if he didn't do something he'd lose Lester and that thought had him reaching out and grabbing Lester's arm. “Please, James. I don't care what you are.”
Lester stopped and shook his head. “I can't, Becks.”
Becker moved closer and wrapped his arms around Lester's waist, his lips gentle as he kissed the back of his lover's neck. “I trust you, James.”
Lester hung his head. “Maybe you shouldn't.”
Becker sighed. “How does you being a werewolf change who you are, James? You are one of the most honourable and loyal men I know.” He pressed another kiss against Lester's neck. “You haven't changed, James, all that has it that I now know about it.”
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~2355 of ~10755
Characters: Becker/Lester, Jess, OCs
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 2 and continues in Part 4.
Becker swallowed hard as the tongue licked him once more and was gone.
He refused to open his eyes for he had no wish to watch the beast attack and... eat him. So he grunted in shock when he was grabbed and thrown onto his belly before it pressed hard against him. He felt its fangs grip his neck gently but firmly, holding him still and he let out a relieved sigh, knowing his gamble had worked and that something in the beast – Lester – had recognised him as his mate. Either that or the beast wasn't going to pass up a free fuck. Not that it mattered, not if it meant Lester didn't eat and kill him. He couldn't help the slightly hysterical laugh when he found himself pondering whether it was still bestiality when your lover was a werewolf, although his laughter died when his damned subconscious had to point out the beast might want to satisfy its other appetite when – if – they reached the post-coital stage.
He was distracted from his morbid thoughts when he felt the beast's – no, Lester's – hot breath on his skin and felt the clawed fingers lightly scratch his skin as it gripped his hips and held him still. Becker shivered as he felt the fur trickle against his skin and then groaned as the heavy cock settled against his crack and thrust, once. The thought of Lester – of the beast – taking him now without any preparation, hard and out of control, should have scared Becker, but instead he found it exhilarating. His cock was so hard and aching and Becker needed to be fucked, right now and it seemed the beast agreed as it began to rut against his arse. He opened his legs as much as his trousers allowed and pushed his hips back as he hissed, “Please.”
The werewolf froze for a moment and Becker wiggled his hips in encouragement. He moaned in need when Lester's weight shifted and then in disappointment when the beast pulled back instead of filling him.
He felt Lester press a gentle kiss against his neck, his voice a rough growl as he spoke in Becker's ear. The words were distorted by fangs, but Becker could still hear his lover's sorrow and misery at what he had almost done. “I'm sorry. So, so sorry, Becks. I...” The weight shifted entirely from Becker's back and he knew Lester had gone. Fleeing from what he had almost done and leaving Becker panting and wanting, and with a cock hard enough to pound nails in with. A broad smile formed on Becker's face as he realised it wasn't him, it had never been about him. His lover didn't let go because of the beast, fearing what it would do if he did.
Becker smiled as he thought of how easily the beast had controlled him and dominated him. All that power was a bloody turn on and his cock throbbed at the thought of Lester holding him down and having his way with him. That thought was so bloody hot, Becker was surprised he didn't come in his pants... or he would have done if he were wearing any.
The realisation that he was somewhat less than neatly presented made Becker rise to his knees and start to drag his combats back up. He paused for a moment before indulging himself, stroking himself firmly and steadily as his thoughts turned to Lester fucking him, possessing him and taking all he had. It didn't take long for his balls to tighten and then he was biting his lip to stifle his cry as he came.
It took him several moments to regain his senses enough to scrabble to his feet, his legs shaky beneath him. He looked around for Lester and wasn't surprised the man hadn't returned. He had never meant Becker to learn the truth about him. The need to talk with Lester warred with the need to see the mission through. With a curse, Becker remembered Jones and dashed back to his side, all thoughts of Lester banished from his mind. If Jones had died while he was busy wanking... no, he had a pulse. Becker sagged with relief for a second before resuming his ramrod posture as he searched and located his earpiece and called Jess for an ambulance.
Becker hovered as Jones was loaded into the ambulance. He was badly mauled and it was anyone's guess whether he'd survive or not. Becker didn't need to be a medic to know Jones' time in special forces was over, he'd be lucky to keep the leg. But he was alive and so was everyone else – no one had died on Becker's watch, for once.
It was only when the medic called him over that Becker remembered his own injuries. They stung when the medic cleaned and closed them and Becker knew once the adrenaline coursing through his system faded that they would hurt like buggery... but he was lucky, unlike Jones.
Becker took a deep breath and released it, repeating to himself that no one had died, that Jones was still alive and he still had his job to do. Although the anomaly was safely closed, Becker called in the dogs and ordered his men to do a final sweep of the area, just in case another predator had slipped through unseen.
***
Becker glanced around the car park but he wasn't really surprised to see Lester's Jaguar absent, Lester wouldn't want to have to deal with the politicians for longer than absolutely necessary. Although it would have been nice, he could have given his weapons to his team to sign back in and caught a ride home with Lester for an enjoyable weekend.
Oh.
Becker sighed, of course Lester hadn't waited for him. He no doubt expected Becker to react badly after learning the truth about him and to want nothing more to do with him. Well, if Lester thought Becker was going to walk out of the best thing he'd ever had over the minor – or maybe, not so minor – point of his lover being something out of a horror movie, he had another thing coming.
Becker would take great pleasure in showing Lester he wasn't about to run away screaming or charge in with his Mossberg blazing. Ahh... that was a point, he'd have to plan how to approach Lester without the man fleeing from him... no, Lester wouldn't flee, he was far too dominant for that. He'd stand his ground somewhere he felt in control and wait to see how Becker reacted. Which meant either the ARC or the flat. No, not the ARC, it would be too public for the conversation they needed to have, especially if it ended in a shag. Not that they hadn't shagged there but who knew if Lester was a screamer – Becker's lips twitched slightly – or a howler – when he let go? And Becker meant to make his lover let go. The flat was a far better place for their talk, for one thing it had a large and comfortable bed they could spend the weekend in.
Becker finished the clean-up almost on autopilot before taking the front passenger seat on the way back to the ARC. It gave him the chance to go over his plan to convince Lester nothing had changed between them. He went over it time and again as he tried to iron out any little kinks. Becker had to bite back a moan at that word and forced himself to concentrate on what he was going to write in his report instead.
***
Becker was working on his report when a tentative knock on his door distracted him. He glanced up and smiled as Jess, although his smile faded somewhat at her worried look. “Jess? Is something wrong?”
Jess shot him a nervous smile. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“It's... um, personal.” Jess' face was tinged a pale pink.
Becker quirked an eyebrow and, when a quick smile appeared on Jess' face, he knew he'd copied his lover's expression. “What is it, Jess.”
“You and Lester.... um.”
Becker could feel the corners of his mouth twitch and resisted the impulse to smile, quite manfully, he felt. “What about me and Lester?”
Jess' words rushed out. “Have you had a fight?”
“A fight? No.” Becker frowned at her. “Why?”
“It's just Lester's been moody since he arrived back from the anomaly. Moodier than normal, that is. He's not left his office and is just... staring at his computer.”
“Ah.” Fuck! Lester was expecting the worst.
“Becker?” Jess was looking at him in a way that just shouted she knew he'd done something wrong.
“Just a minor misunderstanding, Jess.” Although his cuts twinged at the movement, Becker still rose smoothly from his chair.
Jess grabbed his arm. “Talk to him, Becker. Tell him you're sorry.”
Becker almost smiled at that assumption he was in the wrong... but, he did need to tell Lester he still loved him. “I will.”
“Good.” Jess nodded and headed back to the ADD. “Oh, I'll have a hot chocolate when you make Lester's tea.”
Becker snorted, although he did owe Jess for letting him know about Lester.
***
Becker paused in the shadows to watch Lester for a moment and he clearly saw what Jess had noticed. Lester was listless and distracted and it was just so obvious that something was wrong. He strolled over and knocked firmly on the door, entering without waiting for Lester's say-so and closing the door firmly behind him. He caught the wary look in Lester's eyes and just wished the ARC wasn't so damned open, otherwise he'd have taken Lester in his arms and snogged him thoroughly.
“Captain Becker?”
Even Lester's voice sounded wary and Becker cursed his decision to not broach the subject earlier. His lover had taken his silence the wrong way and now he needed to make amends. “We need to talk, James. But not here.”
Lester sighed and nodded, if possible, looking even more dejected and Becker couldn't stand it. ARC or no ARC, Jess watching their every move or not, he had to tug Lester's chin up and kiss him. “Until later?”
“Later.” Lester licked his lips almost in a daze before shaking his head and scowling at Becker. “I'm sure you've got work to do, Captain.”
“Yes, sir.” Becker saluted, although his military bearing was somewhat spoilt by his grin.
“Oh, get out.”
***
One finished report and a careful shower later found Becker standing outside Lester's flat, shifting from foot to foot as he considered his options. Finally, he put his key away and knocked firmly on the door. The flat was Lester's territory and... well, Becker had listened to Abby when she’d talked about how to approach animals. Not that his lover was an animal and Lester really would react badly to that suggestion.
It seemed to take forever for the door to open and Becker could clearly see the shock flash across Lester's face when he saw Becker standing there. He had obviously not expected Becker to come over, even though he said he would. For a moment, Becker thought Lester would shut the door in his face, instead, the man gave a deep sigh and walked away with slumped shoulders. Clearly leaving it up to Becker whether he entered or not.
Becker entered and locked the door behind him, cursing himself for making such a balls-up of things. He needed to make this right and convince Lester he still loved him. Becker hung his jacket up and toed off his shoes as he considered the best way to proceed and decided the direct method was probably the best.
He located Lester in the kitchen and watched his lover potter about the room almost aimlessly, subdued and keeping his distance from Becker. Almost as if he was afraid of the reaction he'd get if he tried anything on Becker. It was stupid, really, if Becker really wanted nothing to do with Lester, he'd hardly have kissed him at the ARC, let alone come unarmed into the man's flat. “James?”
“Becker?”
Lester sounded uncharacteristically nervous and Becker couldn't resist smiling. He closed the gap between them, ending up pressing Lester against the wall as his lover gave ground for once. Taking Lester's face firmly between his hands, Becker pressed a hard kiss against his lips.
“Becks?”
“Nothing's changed between us, James. We're still the same men we were this morning.” Becker pressed against his lover, rubbing himself against Lester and feeling the answering hardness dig into his hip. “I want you. Make love to me.”
“I can't.” Lester shook his head. “I can't risk it.”
“Rubbish.” Becker almost snapped, before dropping his head in submission. He almost jumped when Lester's fingers caressed his cheek.
“That's why.” Lester's shoulders slumped in rejection and he turned away. “You know where the door is, Becks... Becker. I'll see you at work on Monday.” Lester's voice broke for an instant, “Unless you want a transfer?”
“Fuck!” Becker knew if he didn't do something he'd lose Lester and that thought had him reaching out and grabbing Lester's arm. “Please, James. I don't care what you are.”
Lester stopped and shook his head. “I can't, Becks.”
Becker moved closer and wrapped his arms around Lester's waist, his lips gentle as he kissed the back of his lover's neck. “I trust you, James.”
Lester hung his head. “Maybe you shouldn't.”
Becker sighed. “How does you being a werewolf change who you are, James? You are one of the most honourable and loyal men I know.” He pressed another kiss against Lester's neck. “You haven't changed, James, all that has it that I now know about it.”