Another Primeval ficlet
Disclaimer: Not my universe. Just playing with the characters. ;)
Warning: Non-con
Pairing: Leek/Lester
Prompt: darkness
For fredbassett. I hope you like it! *g*
The first thing Oliver feels when he notices that the anomalies have disappeared is relief. This is closely followed by oh fuck as he realises that that this screws with all of his plans.
This makes him very, very angry.
It takes the team a few more weeks until Connor comments absentmindedly one lunchtime. "We haven't seen one for a while, have we?"
Nick laughs at him. "Better not tempt fate," he teases. "An anomaly could appear any minute."
It takes the team a few more weeks before Lester announces that the government is thinking of shutting down the ARC. There's something about unnecessary expenditures and a giant waste of time and all this makes Oliver just furious.
The anomalies were his life. He had great plans for them but now they're gone, Helen's gone as well, and he's left in the lurch with his playpen of dangerous animals and a desire to fuck with the British government.
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It's Lester who first realises that he's behind the attacks and orders him to stop.
Oliver laughs in his face and tells him: "To be great is to be misunderstood."
Lester looks upon him with disgust. "You're not great. You're pathetic."
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Oliver finds himself pulling the strings of the British government without anybody even realising. His first order is to bring Lester to him.
"Now who's pathetic?" he says.
Lester stares defiantly up at him and Oliver itches to wipe the smirk off the other man's face.
"You know," Oliver says, almost conversationally. "I used to admire you. I daresay I almost had a crush on you." He uses the tip of a manicured finger to tip Lester's face up. "You are a very handsome man. Fortunately, now, I can do something about it."
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Oliver is rather disappointed at Lester's cock sucking abilities. The rhythm, the speed, it's all wrong. There's not nearly enough moisture. Yet despite that, he finds himself rock hard. He decides this is because he enjoys the look of the always perfect, always proper James Lester looking all disheveled, kneeling, with his cock sliding in and out of those perfect lips.
"You're going to want to use more saliva," he advises.
Lester looks up at him, an obvious question in his eyes.
"It's the only lubrication you're going to get."
Oliver is rewarded with a renewed wetness on his cock and finds himself gasping. Obviously all Lester needed was the right incentive.
Warning: Non-con
Pairing: Leek/Lester
Prompt: darkness
For fredbassett. I hope you like it! *g*
The first thing Oliver feels when he notices that the anomalies have disappeared is relief. This is closely followed by oh fuck as he realises that that this screws with all of his plans.
This makes him very, very angry.
It takes the team a few more weeks until Connor comments absentmindedly one lunchtime. "We haven't seen one for a while, have we?"
Nick laughs at him. "Better not tempt fate," he teases. "An anomaly could appear any minute."
It takes the team a few more weeks before Lester announces that the government is thinking of shutting down the ARC. There's something about unnecessary expenditures and a giant waste of time and all this makes Oliver just furious.
The anomalies were his life. He had great plans for them but now they're gone, Helen's gone as well, and he's left in the lurch with his playpen of dangerous animals and a desire to fuck with the British government.
-
It's Lester who first realises that he's behind the attacks and orders him to stop.
Oliver laughs in his face and tells him: "To be great is to be misunderstood."
Lester looks upon him with disgust. "You're not great. You're pathetic."
-
Oliver finds himself pulling the strings of the British government without anybody even realising. His first order is to bring Lester to him.
"Now who's pathetic?" he says.
Lester stares defiantly up at him and Oliver itches to wipe the smirk off the other man's face.
"You know," Oliver says, almost conversationally. "I used to admire you. I daresay I almost had a crush on you." He uses the tip of a manicured finger to tip Lester's face up. "You are a very handsome man. Fortunately, now, I can do something about it."
-
Oliver is rather disappointed at Lester's cock sucking abilities. The rhythm, the speed, it's all wrong. There's not nearly enough moisture. Yet despite that, he finds himself rock hard. He decides this is because he enjoys the look of the always perfect, always proper James Lester looking all disheveled, kneeling, with his cock sliding in and out of those perfect lips.
"You're going to want to use more saliva," he advises.
Lester looks up at him, an obvious question in his eyes.
"It's the only lubrication you're going to get."
Oliver is rewarded with a renewed wetness on his cock and finds himself gasping. Obviously all Lester needed was the right incentive.