Primeval fic: The Hand Of Fate (7/12)
Title: The Hand Of Fate (7/12)
Fandom: Primeval
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 2008 words in this part out of 24,580 overall.
Characters: James Lester, David 'Ditzy' Owen (OC), Jon Lyle (OC) with Ryan, Jenny and Lorraine and the SFOC boys (Blade, Finn and Kermit) making an appearance, plus Jacks (OC) and other OCs.
Pairings: Lester/Ditzy, Ditzy/Lyle, Blade/Lorraine (implied), Becker/Danny (mentioned)
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace. Ditzy and the SFOCs belong to Fredbassett, thanks for letting me borrow them. Jacks belongs to me.
A/N: For my trope bingo prompt: free space = au: alternative gender norms aka alpha/beta/omega . Many thanks go to Fififolle for the beta and advice. All remaining mistakes are mine.
Warnings: A/B/O, angst, attempted non-con, dub-con, hurt/comfort, knotting, mpreg, pre-slash, slash, soul bonding.
Part 6 - The Hand Of Fate - Part 8.
Ditzy tried to remember how long he might have left before his heat peaked again and he'd be useless to Lester. He took the opportunity to check on Lester and coax the man to drink, knowing that when the first cramps hit he would have to leave Lester's side or risk another mating with the wounded alpha when pheromones overrode sense. But for now, he held Lester close and listened to the sound of his heart before he pressed a kiss against his forehead. The alpha was far too hot and was slipping in and out of consciousness and Ditzy couldn't help the fear in his heart that he had finally gained his dream alpha but might now lose him to fever and blood loss.
His head shot up as he heard a twig snap. Fuck, had that fucking clowder found them? His lip curled into a snarl, baring his teeth, a low growl building in his chest. He started to release Lester in preparation of defending him when he detected the familiar smell of his own clowder. A smile broke across his face as he hugged Lester against him once more. “Lads?” he called out quietly, hoping he didn't disturb Lester's rest.
He smiled when Kermit and Finn almost bounded like kits into the room, a cheeky look on Finn's face as he opened his mouth to comment on the smell of heat and sex before he took in the scene and turned his head to yell “Medic!” Finn backed out of the room, one hand grabbing hold of Kermit and dragging him away as the young alpha seemed transfixed by the heat pheromones, his nostrils flaring as he scented the scent-laden air.
The medic, Jacks, entered, closely followed by Blade and he did get a response from Lester. Ditzy had thought he was unconscious when he had ignored Kermit, but Lester must not have considered the clowder's youngest alpha a threat. He obviously considered Blade one, as his fever-bright eyes snapped open and he bared his teeth, spitting and hissing at the soldier before growling at him, his muscles tense for a fight to defend his omega. Ditzy smiled when he realised Lester would fight for him, but still wrapped his arms tighter around Lester and tried to turn his head so he could only smell his omega heat, but Lester refused to break eye contact with Blade.
Blade took everything in with one glance before deliberately lowering his head and chirping as he retreated. His green eyes flashed with amusement as he gave Ditzy a thumbs up before disappearing.
Lester's growling slowly faded once Blade was no longer in sight and he allowed Ditzy to pull him closer, snuggling against the omega as he slipped into unconsciousness.
“Right, now that the alpha posturing is out the way, can I look at our patient, Ditz?”
Ditzy started, having forgotten Jacks was still there, although when she knelt beside Lester and reached for him, Ditzy couldn't help either tightening his hold on Lester or the possessive growl that rumbled in his throat.
Jacks raised her hands and lowered her head, purring softly before murmuring, “I'm not after your alpha, Ditzy, OK?”
Ditzy blinked and nodded. “Yeah, sorry.”
“No problem, just the heat making you territorial.” Jacks hands were gentle as she examined Lester's shoulder. “Great work, Ditz. Must have been bloody hard with the heat and all.”
“Yeah.” Ditzy slowly loosened his grip on Lester. “Jacks, can you make sure he's OK?”
Jacks looked up and met his eyes. “Yeah, Ditz, no problem. I'll look after him for you until you can.”
***
Ditzy had been reluctant to release Lester, but he knew he would soon be too heat-addled to treat him and he did trust Jacks not to steal him. He wasn't surprised when Ryan and Ms Lewis took one look at him before telling him his debriefing could wait, nor when he was ordered into one of the quarantine suites to ride out his heat.
He was all alone and couldn't help pacing the slowly shrinking room he was in. He was worried about Lester, and that worry combined with the loneliness he felt at being apart from his clowder. He'd hoped Lyle, at least, would have been there to help him through his heat, but... he shook his head. He had gone through heats before by himself and the ARC still needed its soldiers; if there was an anomaly alert Ryan could hardly have a perfectly functional omega in here just to look after his wayward medic.
Not that logic helped at the moment, not with the walls closing in on him and heat beginning to twinge in his guts, not now he knew how much easier a heat was to get through with an alpha to barb him. He chirped softly in his misery before he forced himself to sit down and read a magazine so old it should have been in a museum.
When Ditzy found he couldn't recall a single word he'd read, he began to just flick through the pages to stop himself resuming his pacing. His head shot up at a knock on the door and he eagerly sniffed, even though he knew the room was sealed to prevent his own pheromones leaking out and affecting anyone. His eyes were alert as he watched the handle open and relief hit him when Lyle entered before shutting the door firmly behind him. Ditzy let out a quiet chirp, thanking anyone listening that someone was there for him, that he was no longer alone.
Lyle smiled at him and opened his arms, giving a muffled grunt when Ditzy flung himself at him and hugged him hard. Lyle patting the medic's back, his voice softened by a low, comforting purr. “Sorry I'm late, Ditz, but I thought you'd want an update on Lester.”
Ditzy pulled himself together and released Lyle. “How is he? Did I hurt him?”
“He's fine and no you didn't.” Lyle moved over to the fridge and poured them both glasses of juice before he turned and looked at Ditzy, a smile hovering over his lips. “So, Lester, heh?” When Ditzy sighed and nodded, Lyle continued, “So, was he as good as you hoped he'd be?”
“Yes,” Ditzy growled, hoping Lyle would drop the conversation. He really didn't want to talk about how his own stupidity had fucked up any chance of him having Lester as his mate.
“Fuck, Ditz,” Lyle exclaimed. “You really do want him.”
Ditzy looked up, wondering how Lyle had figured that out. “What?”
“You want Lester as your mate.” Lyle ran a hand through his hair. “Talk to him, Ditz.”
“Can't.” Ditzy moaned and wrapped his arms around his stomach as need spiked through his body.
“Right, one hot bath coming up.” Lyle half-supported Ditzy to the bathroom, turning the tap on as he stripped them both. He helped the heat-addled omega into the water and clambered in after him, leaning Ditzy against his chest as he let the warm water relax his friend and colleague. Lyle nuzzled Ditzy's hair before slowly washing him, rubbing a soapy sponge over his fellow omega's skin.
Lyle helped Ditzy out of the bath, roughly drying himself before he patted Ditzy dry. He led the unresisting man to the bed and settled him on the covers, his hands running over Ditzy's heated skin. “Ditz?”
“Hmm.”
“What can I do for you? Would a massage help?” Lyle asked, his hands trailing up Ditzy's spine and pressing harder when he found knots. “Fuck! Your back is a mess of tension, Ditz.”
Ditzy felt his heat squirm in his guts and twisted onto his side so he could pull his legs up against his chest, chirping sorrowfully at the feeling of missing something so vital it felt like he needed it to live.
“I know, heat's a bitch,” Lyle murmured before he coaxed Ditzy back onto his stomach. “I know I'm not as good as an alpha right now, but let me try and help, OK.”
Ditzy felt a mess of nerves and needs, moaning softly as Lyle's skilful hands stroked across his back, groaning when fingertips dug into knots before sighing when Lyle worked them free. Ditzy was soon purring as he lay relaxed beneath Lyle as the omega's hands swept across his over-sensitive skin.
“Good, Ditz?”
Ditzy nodded, but he was still so achingly empty. “Lyle, please. Need more.”
Lyle's hands pause before continuing the massage. “Are you sure, Ditz? Lester did barb you.”
Fuck, did Ditzy remember that but... oh. “Once, Lyle. We only mated the once, I promise you.” When Lyle still hesitated, Ditzy glared at him. “You know one barbing's not enough to make me fertile.”
Lyle continued to run his hands over Ditzy's back before letting them continue down to massage his arse. “Are you sure, Ditz?”
“Yes. Only once, I promise you, only once.” Ditzy moaned as another wave of heat hit him. “It might help.” Ditzy looked blindly over his shoulder before he shifted onto his hands and knees, arse thrust into the air and jiggling with need. “Please.”
Lyle leaned forward and nuzzled him. “Just relax, Ditz. Let me take care of you,” Lyle murmured as he eased his fingers inside Ditzy's dripping passageway. “Ready?”
“Please.” Ditzy repeated, sighing when Lyle's cock replaced his fingers. Even in his heat, Ditzy noted the differences - Lyle's cock was slimmer and smoother than Lester's - but it still felt good when Lyle thrust in and out. Not as good as Lester's but Lyle knew every trick to get Ditzy off and took them both to a shattering climax.
“OK, Ditz?” Lyle asked as he slipped free and settled them onto their side.
Ditzy nodded, although he sighed softly as Lyle pulled him into a hug. “I miss him, Jon.”
Lyle hummed. “I know, Ditz.” He nuzzled Ditzy's hair before purring softly. “Want to tell me what happened?”
Ditzy closed his eyes as he spoke, his voice full of self-loathing. “I screwed up, went into heat and forced Lester.”
“Didn't look like he minded,” Lyle stated bluntly. “From what I heard, he growled and challenged Blade for you.”
Ditzy squirmed around in Lyle's arms until he could look his fellow soldier and omega in the eye. “He was hurt, suffering from blood loss and had an omega in full heat right there. I doubt even Lester has such good self-control in those conditions that he'd turn down an omega offering himself to him.” He sighed. “And you know when you found us that Lester was at best half-conscious, him wanting to fight Blade was just a hard-wired reaction to me being in heat and Blade being a big, bad alpha.”
“Maybe...” Lyle allowed. “But I still don't think Lester would do anything he didn't want to. Hell, for all we know, he could be having this same conversation with Ms Lewis. Blaming himself for barbing you when you couldn't say no.”
Ditzy shook his head. “I wanted him, Jon. For so bloody long. He'd absolutely perfect and you should have seen the way he took down that clowder chasing us.”
“You're going to have to tell me sometime.” Lyle rubbed their noses together before he continued, “Talk to him, Ditz, once you're in inter-heat and he's on his feet.”
Ditzy shook his head. “How can I? I forced him, Jon. I've lost him.”
Lyle sighed softly. “You don't know that. Lester could want you, Ditz. Do you really want to miss out on him being your alpha because you won't take the risk?” Lyle's voice was firm, allowing no discussion. “Talk to him, or I will.”
Part 6 - The Hand Of Fate - Part 8.
Fandom: Primeval
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 2008 words in this part out of 24,580 overall.
Characters: James Lester, David 'Ditzy' Owen (OC), Jon Lyle (OC) with Ryan, Jenny and Lorraine and the SFOC boys (Blade, Finn and Kermit) making an appearance, plus Jacks (OC) and other OCs.
Pairings: Lester/Ditzy, Ditzy/Lyle, Blade/Lorraine (implied), Becker/Danny (mentioned)
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace. Ditzy and the SFOCs belong to Fredbassett, thanks for letting me borrow them. Jacks belongs to me.
A/N: For my trope bingo prompt: free space = au: alternative gender norms aka alpha/beta/omega . Many thanks go to Fififolle for the beta and advice. All remaining mistakes are mine.
Warnings: A/B/O, angst, attempted non-con, dub-con, hurt/comfort, knotting, mpreg, pre-slash, slash, soul bonding.
Part 6 - The Hand Of Fate - Part 8.
Ditzy tried to remember how long he might have left before his heat peaked again and he'd be useless to Lester. He took the opportunity to check on Lester and coax the man to drink, knowing that when the first cramps hit he would have to leave Lester's side or risk another mating with the wounded alpha when pheromones overrode sense. But for now, he held Lester close and listened to the sound of his heart before he pressed a kiss against his forehead. The alpha was far too hot and was slipping in and out of consciousness and Ditzy couldn't help the fear in his heart that he had finally gained his dream alpha but might now lose him to fever and blood loss.
His head shot up as he heard a twig snap. Fuck, had that fucking clowder found them? His lip curled into a snarl, baring his teeth, a low growl building in his chest. He started to release Lester in preparation of defending him when he detected the familiar smell of his own clowder. A smile broke across his face as he hugged Lester against him once more. “Lads?” he called out quietly, hoping he didn't disturb Lester's rest.
He smiled when Kermit and Finn almost bounded like kits into the room, a cheeky look on Finn's face as he opened his mouth to comment on the smell of heat and sex before he took in the scene and turned his head to yell “Medic!” Finn backed out of the room, one hand grabbing hold of Kermit and dragging him away as the young alpha seemed transfixed by the heat pheromones, his nostrils flaring as he scented the scent-laden air.
The medic, Jacks, entered, closely followed by Blade and he did get a response from Lester. Ditzy had thought he was unconscious when he had ignored Kermit, but Lester must not have considered the clowder's youngest alpha a threat. He obviously considered Blade one, as his fever-bright eyes snapped open and he bared his teeth, spitting and hissing at the soldier before growling at him, his muscles tense for a fight to defend his omega. Ditzy smiled when he realised Lester would fight for him, but still wrapped his arms tighter around Lester and tried to turn his head so he could only smell his omega heat, but Lester refused to break eye contact with Blade.
Blade took everything in with one glance before deliberately lowering his head and chirping as he retreated. His green eyes flashed with amusement as he gave Ditzy a thumbs up before disappearing.
Lester's growling slowly faded once Blade was no longer in sight and he allowed Ditzy to pull him closer, snuggling against the omega as he slipped into unconsciousness.
“Right, now that the alpha posturing is out the way, can I look at our patient, Ditz?”
Ditzy started, having forgotten Jacks was still there, although when she knelt beside Lester and reached for him, Ditzy couldn't help either tightening his hold on Lester or the possessive growl that rumbled in his throat.
Jacks raised her hands and lowered her head, purring softly before murmuring, “I'm not after your alpha, Ditzy, OK?”
Ditzy blinked and nodded. “Yeah, sorry.”
“No problem, just the heat making you territorial.” Jacks hands were gentle as she examined Lester's shoulder. “Great work, Ditz. Must have been bloody hard with the heat and all.”
“Yeah.” Ditzy slowly loosened his grip on Lester. “Jacks, can you make sure he's OK?”
Jacks looked up and met his eyes. “Yeah, Ditz, no problem. I'll look after him for you until you can.”
***
Ditzy had been reluctant to release Lester, but he knew he would soon be too heat-addled to treat him and he did trust Jacks not to steal him. He wasn't surprised when Ryan and Ms Lewis took one look at him before telling him his debriefing could wait, nor when he was ordered into one of the quarantine suites to ride out his heat.
He was all alone and couldn't help pacing the slowly shrinking room he was in. He was worried about Lester, and that worry combined with the loneliness he felt at being apart from his clowder. He'd hoped Lyle, at least, would have been there to help him through his heat, but... he shook his head. He had gone through heats before by himself and the ARC still needed its soldiers; if there was an anomaly alert Ryan could hardly have a perfectly functional omega in here just to look after his wayward medic.
Not that logic helped at the moment, not with the walls closing in on him and heat beginning to twinge in his guts, not now he knew how much easier a heat was to get through with an alpha to barb him. He chirped softly in his misery before he forced himself to sit down and read a magazine so old it should have been in a museum.
When Ditzy found he couldn't recall a single word he'd read, he began to just flick through the pages to stop himself resuming his pacing. His head shot up at a knock on the door and he eagerly sniffed, even though he knew the room was sealed to prevent his own pheromones leaking out and affecting anyone. His eyes were alert as he watched the handle open and relief hit him when Lyle entered before shutting the door firmly behind him. Ditzy let out a quiet chirp, thanking anyone listening that someone was there for him, that he was no longer alone.
Lyle smiled at him and opened his arms, giving a muffled grunt when Ditzy flung himself at him and hugged him hard. Lyle patting the medic's back, his voice softened by a low, comforting purr. “Sorry I'm late, Ditz, but I thought you'd want an update on Lester.”
Ditzy pulled himself together and released Lyle. “How is he? Did I hurt him?”
“He's fine and no you didn't.” Lyle moved over to the fridge and poured them both glasses of juice before he turned and looked at Ditzy, a smile hovering over his lips. “So, Lester, heh?” When Ditzy sighed and nodded, Lyle continued, “So, was he as good as you hoped he'd be?”
“Yes,” Ditzy growled, hoping Lyle would drop the conversation. He really didn't want to talk about how his own stupidity had fucked up any chance of him having Lester as his mate.
“Fuck, Ditz,” Lyle exclaimed. “You really do want him.”
Ditzy looked up, wondering how Lyle had figured that out. “What?”
“You want Lester as your mate.” Lyle ran a hand through his hair. “Talk to him, Ditz.”
“Can't.” Ditzy moaned and wrapped his arms around his stomach as need spiked through his body.
“Right, one hot bath coming up.” Lyle half-supported Ditzy to the bathroom, turning the tap on as he stripped them both. He helped the heat-addled omega into the water and clambered in after him, leaning Ditzy against his chest as he let the warm water relax his friend and colleague. Lyle nuzzled Ditzy's hair before slowly washing him, rubbing a soapy sponge over his fellow omega's skin.
Lyle helped Ditzy out of the bath, roughly drying himself before he patted Ditzy dry. He led the unresisting man to the bed and settled him on the covers, his hands running over Ditzy's heated skin. “Ditz?”
“Hmm.”
“What can I do for you? Would a massage help?” Lyle asked, his hands trailing up Ditzy's spine and pressing harder when he found knots. “Fuck! Your back is a mess of tension, Ditz.”
Ditzy felt his heat squirm in his guts and twisted onto his side so he could pull his legs up against his chest, chirping sorrowfully at the feeling of missing something so vital it felt like he needed it to live.
“I know, heat's a bitch,” Lyle murmured before he coaxed Ditzy back onto his stomach. “I know I'm not as good as an alpha right now, but let me try and help, OK.”
Ditzy felt a mess of nerves and needs, moaning softly as Lyle's skilful hands stroked across his back, groaning when fingertips dug into knots before sighing when Lyle worked them free. Ditzy was soon purring as he lay relaxed beneath Lyle as the omega's hands swept across his over-sensitive skin.
“Good, Ditz?”
Ditzy nodded, but he was still so achingly empty. “Lyle, please. Need more.”
Lyle's hands pause before continuing the massage. “Are you sure, Ditz? Lester did barb you.”
Fuck, did Ditzy remember that but... oh. “Once, Lyle. We only mated the once, I promise you.” When Lyle still hesitated, Ditzy glared at him. “You know one barbing's not enough to make me fertile.”
Lyle continued to run his hands over Ditzy's back before letting them continue down to massage his arse. “Are you sure, Ditz?”
“Yes. Only once, I promise you, only once.” Ditzy moaned as another wave of heat hit him. “It might help.” Ditzy looked blindly over his shoulder before he shifted onto his hands and knees, arse thrust into the air and jiggling with need. “Please.”
Lyle leaned forward and nuzzled him. “Just relax, Ditz. Let me take care of you,” Lyle murmured as he eased his fingers inside Ditzy's dripping passageway. “Ready?”
“Please.” Ditzy repeated, sighing when Lyle's cock replaced his fingers. Even in his heat, Ditzy noted the differences - Lyle's cock was slimmer and smoother than Lester's - but it still felt good when Lyle thrust in and out. Not as good as Lester's but Lyle knew every trick to get Ditzy off and took them both to a shattering climax.
“OK, Ditz?” Lyle asked as he slipped free and settled them onto their side.
Ditzy nodded, although he sighed softly as Lyle pulled him into a hug. “I miss him, Jon.”
Lyle hummed. “I know, Ditz.” He nuzzled Ditzy's hair before purring softly. “Want to tell me what happened?”
Ditzy closed his eyes as he spoke, his voice full of self-loathing. “I screwed up, went into heat and forced Lester.”
“Didn't look like he minded,” Lyle stated bluntly. “From what I heard, he growled and challenged Blade for you.”
Ditzy squirmed around in Lyle's arms until he could look his fellow soldier and omega in the eye. “He was hurt, suffering from blood loss and had an omega in full heat right there. I doubt even Lester has such good self-control in those conditions that he'd turn down an omega offering himself to him.” He sighed. “And you know when you found us that Lester was at best half-conscious, him wanting to fight Blade was just a hard-wired reaction to me being in heat and Blade being a big, bad alpha.”
“Maybe...” Lyle allowed. “But I still don't think Lester would do anything he didn't want to. Hell, for all we know, he could be having this same conversation with Ms Lewis. Blaming himself for barbing you when you couldn't say no.”
Ditzy shook his head. “I wanted him, Jon. For so bloody long. He'd absolutely perfect and you should have seen the way he took down that clowder chasing us.”
“You're going to have to tell me sometime.” Lyle rubbed their noses together before he continued, “Talk to him, Ditz, once you're in inter-heat and he's on his feet.”
Ditzy shook his head. “How can I? I forced him, Jon. I've lost him.”
Lyle sighed softly. “You don't know that. Lester could want you, Ditz. Do you really want to miss out on him being your alpha because you won't take the risk?” Lyle's voice was firm, allowing no discussion. “Talk to him, or I will.”
Part 6 - The Hand Of Fate - Part 8.