knitekat | Primeval fic: Be Careful What You Wish For (4/4)

Title: Be Careful What You Wish For (4/4)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~3430 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 3.

Finally Lester turned in Becker's arms and just looked at him, his eyes closely studying Becker's face for doubts or deception, before he nodded. “Fine. Bedroom, now. Strip, and I want your arse in the air.”

Becker briefly wondered if this was a test of his conviction, but the surge of need that command created inside him eclipsed every other thought. He quickly turned to obey, hurrying as much as a bulging erection allowed him too. Even with that order, he took the time to neatly fold his clothes before making himself comfortable on the bed. Wiggling his hips when he heard Lester's footsteps.

“Oh, Becker.” Lester's voice was soft and sad. “I'm sorry, I can't do this.”

“What?” Becker shot upright and grabbed Lester's hand, wincing slightly as he pulled his stitches. “Why not?”

“I think you've just answered that question. You're hurt.” Lester's voice almost broke. “I hurt you.”

Becker tugged Lester towards him and kissed his hand. “No, James. You saved me. If you hadn't been there...” Becker swallowed, he didn't need to finish the sentence. He looked up into Lester's troubled eyes and knew what he had to do. “I trust you, James. I want you to take me. Make me yours.”

Lester groaned and Becker knew he was almost there, Lester just needed a little push and Becker was quiet willing to provide it. He bent over again, his arse in the air and wiggled it while giving the dirtiest moans he could. An answering needy moan and the soft whisper of clothes being removed told Becker he had succeeded. He pushed backwards when the bed moved and he felt Lester's hand on his arse.

His lover's voice was amused as he murmured, “Slut.”

Becker let out a yelp when the hand caressing him suddenly slapped him, hard. He groaned as his cock twitched and he pushed back for more. A needy whine dropped from his lips when his cheeks were eased open and a warm tongue lathed him, licking and probing at his hole. Becker pushed back for more and shivered when Lester breathed over his wet hole, wordlessly begging for more. He lost himself in the feel of Lester's skilled tongue as it licked over his pucker before pushing inside. Becker moaned as his balls were gently squeezed as Lester began to lick and fuck him with his tongue as he tried and succeeded to drive Becker out of his mind.

Becker was wiggling and writhing on the bed as he sought more contact for his aching cock. He let out a yelp as Lester ceased his ministrations and instead slapped his arse, over and over again. Becker thought he should protest or tell Lester to stop, but it felt so bloody good and he found himself lifting his arse up for more.

Lester's voice was a low as he growled out, “My little slut.”

Becker nodded. “Yours.”

Becker sighed as Lester's hands held him open and he felt the blunt head of Lester's cock press against him. He groaned and tried to push back, desperate to be filled and fucked. Strong hands held him still and Lester took his time teasing him. His cockhead sliding over Becker's hole over and over again as Becker begged for more.

“I always knew you'd look good on your knees begging for it.”

Becker blushed at Lester's words, but didn't care, he wanted Lester so badly he'd gladly beg for it. “Please, fuck me. Make me yours, only yours.”

He cried out as Lester shoved in without warning, filling him completely. It felt bloody marvellous to have Lester buried balls deep inside him. Lester didn't give Becker time to get used to the intrusion before he began to fuck him, hard and fast. It felt so bloody good and Becker relaxed, content to let Lester do what he wanted to him.

Slowly, Becker realised that Lester's breathing was still the same steady rate as always. Even with the hard fuck he was giving Becker, he was still in control. Damn! He groaned when Lester stopped moving.

“Becks?” Lester nuzzled Becker's shoulder. When Becker just sighed, Lester pulled free and sat on his heels. “What's wrong?”

Becker peered over his shoulder and licked his lips at the sight of Lester's erect and glistening cock. How he wanted that back inside him, making him whole. “Please, James.”

Lester shook his head. “Not until you tell me what's wrong.” He looked down at the tangled bedsheets. “Are you afraid of me?”

Becker scrambled around and pulled Lester into his arms. “No. That's not it.”

“So what is?”

Becker swallowed before taking a deep breath. “I want all of you, James.”

Lester frowned at him. “You've got me.”

“No, James, I haven't.” Becker sighed softly. They really should have talked about things before getting down to the sex. “You still won't let go.”

Lester shook his head. “I can't.”

“Why not? I know what you are and I don't care. I love you.” Becker swallowed hard, that was the first time he had admitted that. “And I want all of you, no holding back.”

Lester shook his head. “No. I can't.” He sighed when Becker tried pouting at him. “I can't let go, Becker. I might bite you.”

Becker grinned. “If you remember, I want you to bite me.” At Lester's continued look of worry, Becker suddenly realised what the problem might be. It was something he should have thought of, he'd seen the movies. Could he risk it? What would his life be if he became like Lester? Although, considering how easily Lester had taken the future predator out, it could be a bloody big asset. If he'd... Sarah need not have died screaming and that was a definite plus in Becker's mind. “If you bite me, would I become a werewolf?”

Lester nodded. “Maybe.” He swallowed hard. “Or I might kill you. You saw how close I came.”

Becker shook his head. “No, you wouldn't.”

“You can't know that. I can't always control it, not when I've tasted blood.” Lester sounded anguished. “I could wake up to find I'd killed you and...” His voice broke for a moment.

Becker pulled Lester tight against him. “No, James. I know you wouldn't. I trust you.” He stroked a hand down Lester's back. “You stopped when you recognised me as your lover.”

Lester snorted. “And that's better? I tried to...” His voice was full of self-loathing as he forced himself to continue, “To rape you.”

Becker shook his head. “No, James. You stopped.” He continued stroking Lester's back. “And it wouldn't have been rape, I was encouraging you. What else would you call stripping off in front of you and wanking?” He made Lester look up at him. “Now, make love to me.”

Lester quirked an eyebrow at him. “I thought I was making love to you?”

Becker copied his lover's expression. “I want to feel you lose yourself to the moment, James, to truly make love to me.”

“It's too much of a risk.”

Becker sighed but he wasn't going to give up that easily, although, maybe he could arouse the beast within Lester – preferably the beast that saw him as a mate rather than food. He released Lester and shuffled further up the bed, smiling at his lover's confused look. Becker ran his hands over his body, pausing to play with his nipples until they were erect, before sliding one hand downwards to his cock. He slid his hand along his length, teasing the tip before stroking himself firmly. Becker grinned at the needy groan that dropped from Lester's lips and decided to up the stakes. He brought the fingers of his other hand to his mouth and stuck his tongue out, lathing the digits before pushing them in and out of his mouth, slurping loudly. He shot a glance at Lester through his lowered eyelashes and smiled at the needy look on Lester's face. He removed his fingers with a pop before shoving them into his arse, his hips jerking forwards as he worked his fingers into his body.

Lester groaned and stroked his own cock in time to Becker's. His voice was husky as he enquired, “I thought you wanted this?”

“Oh, I do.” Becker was wondering what else he could do to make Lester lose it, for his lover was still in full control of himself. Maybe... Becker pulled his fingers free and lunged at Lester, pinning his lover to the bed and straddling him, rubbing himself against Lester. He dropped his mouth to one of Lester's nipples and bit it, hard, before sucking on it. He smiled at the resulting moan and moved over to the other nipple, licking and biting it. Becker nuzzled and bit his way across Lester's chest before moving up his neck to his jaw. His attention somewhat distracted as realised Lester's shoulder was undamaged from the predator's teeth... another point in favour of being a werewolf then, fast healing would come in bloody useful in a fight. Becker frowned when he noticed another line of old, faintly silvery teeth marks on his lover's shoulder.

Becker never got to finish that thought, instead grunting as Lester twisted and rolled him onto his back, pinning him down as he kissed and nuzzled across Becker's flesh. Lester's mouth was like fire on his skin. “Please.”

Lester grinned as he looked up and Becker almost shivered at the golden tinge to his lover's eyes. It looked as if he'd pushed Lester into letting the beast out. Now, he just had to hope Lester would claim him. He almost groaned in frustration when Lester shook his head and released him.

“I can't, Becks.” The need and anguish made Lester's voice break. “I might kill you. I can... I couldn't.”

Becker grabbed Lester and pulled him down, kissing him hard. “No you wouldn't. You're my mate. I'm your mate. You'd never hurt me.”

“I might bite you.” Lester mumbled into Becker's shoulder, still sounding upset but apparently helpless to not nuzzle at Becker.

“So?” Becker almost snapped back before sighing. “I don't care if you make me a werewolf, James. I want to be with you and I want you to give me all you have.”

Lester gasped at him, shock clear on his face and in his voice. “You can't mean that.”

“I do.” Becker wiggled a hand between them until he could squeeze Lester's cock. “Just think of the advantage it would give me in a fight. Claws and teeth I couldn't be disarmed of, strength, speed, fast healing... you could stop worrying I'd get hurt or killed out on a shout.”

“And the innocents you might slaughter...” Lester pulled out of Becker's arms.

“Have you?” Becker had to ask, even though he feared to hear the answer.

Lester shook his head. “No, I can normally control it.”

“But not today?” Becker just had to poke, if Lester meant what he thought he might...

Lester look at him steady, almost daring him to make a comment. “You're my mate and it was threatening you.”

Becker grinned, “I was never really in any danger, was I? You – the beast – it wanted to fuck me, didn't it? Even before I dropped my trousers and begged for it.” Lester's dropped gaze and his refusal to meet Becker's eyes, together with the slight blush over his skin told Becker all he needed to know. “Fuck me, James. Claim me as your mate. Your bitch. I want you to, I need you to.”

Lester looked up at him, his eyes were bright with need as they swirled from green to gold and back again, and swallowed before shaking his head. “I can't.”

Becker wasn't about to lose his chance now and swiftly rolled to his knees, presenting his arse to Lester. He wiggled his arse and moaned desperately, hoping to entice the beast the rest of the way out by acting submissively.

A low growl was Becker's only warning before Lester was upon him, his hands bruisingly tight on Becker's hips. This was it and Becker couldn't wait for Lester to claim him. Becker moaned when he felt Lester's cock against his hole, and he gave a whine when nothing else happened. He wiggled his hips and pushed backwards as he begged to be taken.

Becker's breath was forced from his lungs when Lester shoved inside without warning, burying himself to the hilt before he set up a hard and fast rhythm.

Lester's growl sounded in Becker's ear as thrust in and out of Becker's willing arse as a hand curled painfully tight around Becker's cock, squeezing and twisting until Becker yelped in pain. “You're mine.”

“Yours.” Becker gasped back. “Please, I need you.”

Lester released Becker's cock and placed both hands on Becker's hips, driving hard and fast into him as he nipped and nuzzled at Becker's neck. “Mine.”

Becker was and he wanted everything Lester could give him. He shoved backwards to meet every thrust and writhed against Lester, his fingers blinding reaching back until he could squeeze Lester's hip. “Fuck me! Oh, fuck, yes. Harder... more.”

Lester growled and pounded harder into him, sending the bed rocking and squeaking as he seemed to want to get inside Becker's skin. It felt so bloody good as his prostrate was stabbed with every thrust and Becker barely had the presence of mind to flex his arse muscles and shove back to meet each thrust. He was panting, his head hanging as he felt sweat drip from his skin, lubricating the slip and slide of Lester against him as the man drove unrelentingly into him.

Becker could feel heat curl in his stomach and knew he was close. He needed to make Lester lose it now and let himself collapse onto the bed, turning his face so he could still breathe and groaning as the change angle felt so good as Lester nailed his prostate even harder with every stroke. His hands now free to roam, Becker squeezed and stroked every bit of Lester's body he could reach. He squeezed tightly around Lester and pushed back hard to meet each thrust.

Becker smiled when he heard Lester snarl deep in his throat and his fingers flexed hard on Becker's hips and he could feel the pin-prick of sharp fingernails – claws – dig into him as slightly too sharp teeth nipped at his neck and shoulders.

The feel of teeth sinking into his shoulder triggered Becker's orgasm. He gasped and writhed on the bed and barely had the brain cells left to clamp down hard on Lester. He heard Lester's low growl of completion as he shoved in deep and froze, his cock twitching inside Becker as he spurted over and over again.

Becker felt boneless and sighed in contentment as he sank into an exhausted sleep, smiling as he felt Lester press and snuggle against him.

***

Becker came back to awareness some unknown time later to find Lester spooning him as they lay still intimately joined as one. As much as Becker loved the feeling, at the moment, what he most wanted was Lester in his arms. He wiggled to slip free and froze when he found himself stuck tight. What the hell? He tried to free himself once more, his wiggling becoming more desperate until Lester held him still without any problem.

A very satisfied voice, almost a purr, sounded in his ear before teeth nipped the back of his neck in a clear command to obey. “Lie still.”

“James?” Becker could hear the worry in his own voice. The last thing he needed was to have to call someone to free them, it would be far too embarrassing to be seen by anyone stuck like this.

“Hmm.”

Lester didn't seem concerned about their predicament, apparently more interested in licking and nibbling Becker's neck. Although that was a very nice feeling, it didn't completely succeed in distracting Becker from the cock stuck fast in his arse.

Which brought Becker back to the point he was trying to make. “We appear to be stuck.”

“Ah.” Lester sounded somewhat uncomfortable. Maybe he wasn't as unconcerned about their predicament as he had sounded.

“James?” Becker wanted to ask what the fuck they should do now, but he refused to give into his rising panic.

“I did tell you this wasn't a good idea.”

Becker smiled, Lester actually sounded embarrassed about the situation. Hold on, he knew this might happen. “What's happened to us?”

“Um. It's a knot.”

“A knot?” Becker asked with trepidation. “What the fuck is a knot?”

“Er...”

Becker smirked, Lester was definitely embarrassed. If he wasn't stuck in this position, he'd find it enjoyable. Not that having Lester's cock in his arse was a hardship, actually it was very nice indeed. Of course, it would be even nicer if they weren't locked together like... Oh. “James... is this anything to do with you being a werewolf?” When Lester didn't answer, Becker knew he had his answer, except... “Hold on. We've fucked before, why didn't this happen then?”

“I did try to warn you,” Lester murmured.

“That's not helpful.” Becker knew it wasn't really Lester's fault, after all, he had warned Becker and he had still provoked Lester into losing it.

“Sorry.” Lester sighed softly. “It's one of the other reasons why I don't let go.” He chuckled softly. “I must admit I'm impressed by your reaction, Becks. The first guy I fucked after becoming a werewolf almost had a seizure when he realised we were locked together, not that I was much better. I had to knock him out when he panicked.”

“Ouch, I can imagine.” Becker muttered. “How long will we be stuck like this?”

Becker could almost feel Lester's shrug. “I don't know, I didn't look at a watch the last time.”

“Oh.” Becker smiled slightly at his next thought. “So, not advisable if we're likely to be interrupted.”

He heard Lester's surprised intake of breath. “You want to do this again?”

“Fuck, yes.” Becker wiggled his hips against Lester. “Felt bloody wonderful, still does.” He paused for a moment as he recalled their... shag didn't do it justice, it was more than that, more like... like Lester had claimed him, totally and forever. Becker shook his head, it was bloody brilliant, whatever you wanted to call it, but that wasn't what he should be concerned about right now. “You did bite me, didn't you?”

“I think so.”

Becker nodded. “It itches.”

“Ah.” Lester kissed the spot and sighed softly. “It just looks like an old, healed bite. ”

“Like yours?” Becker had to ask, before adding, “Does that mean what I think it does?” Becker wasn't sure how he felt about being – possibly being – a werewolf now it was a real possibility.

“Probably,” Lester murmured as he resumed licking Becker's neck. “Is that... are you...?”

“I'm fine.” Becker smiled, “So, is this the reason you're always such a tight arse?”

Lester's chuckle sent a wonderful feeling through Becker and he groaned and pressed back against his lover. “You'll be fine, then, Becks... love. You've already got a stick up your arse.”

“Much prefer your cock.” Becker wiggled again and sighed as he felt Lester's still-knotted cock twitch inside him. He moaned and bowed his head when he felt Lester's teeth grip his neck, willingly submitting to his alpha as Lester moved slowly inside him, taking them both to another orgasm. Becker's could help wondering if the knot would last longer now they'd climaxed again.

Becker mumbled as he felt Lester's arm wrap around him, holding him close even though they were still intimately joined. Lester's lips pressed kisses across the back of his neck and nipped lightly to restate his ownership and Becker was more than willing to surrender to him.

Now and for always.