Primeval Fanfic: Pain
Title: Pain
Author: TalliW
Characters: Nick Cutter/Male,Stephen
Rating: MA, slash
Disclaimer: Primeval are the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Pain, a taste of whisky in his mouth, a dull pressure behind his eyes and a cock thrusting forcefully in his body.
The first time it happened he had felt filthy. Now it was just a regular event to remind himself that he was still alive, that he was still a living, breathing human being, even when Stephen Hart wasn't any more.
His work, spent running after dinosaurs and trying to rescue the world with his team - something that had once been important to him - had lost its appeal a long time ago. Now he was just going through the motions.
Some days just the beating of his heart brought to mind the fact that he still lived even if a part of him lay buried in the ground.
A hot breath at his ear, whispering dirty words, calling him a whore. The words hurt but Cutter didn't care. He would survive that. He had survived much worse things - but Stephen hadn't.
A burning slash where the whip met his skin, leaving bloody marks behind. He embraced the pain, knowing it was just a moderate ache compared to the pain Stephen had had to endure.
A hard cock pushing inside him afterwards, not so forcefully this time, but his numb body couldn't feel it any more.
A smooth cock gliding in, the slick sensation of lube in his cleft and a soft kiss on his neck.
A flashback to Stephen laughing in the woods.
He bit his lips until he could taste the blood and feel the twinge at his mouth and the man shooting semen into his bowels at the same time.
A pleasurable moment when his prostate was hit, the warm feeling of release flowing through his body.
And Stephen walking next to him, his blue eyes flashing with vitality.
He dug his nails into his skin until he sensed the pin-pricks in his palms and heard the hoarse cry of the man at his peak.
A voice tinged with tears, whispering softly, "I love you".
Cutter with his hands on his ears to block out the words, knowing this wasn't about love, it was about pain and penance.
He clenched his muscles to make the movements in his arse hurt even more. With closed eyes he welcomed the pain and thought of Stephen Hart.
A bitter sob when the man left his house, leaving him desolate and sad, wishing he could lie in the coffin instead of his dead friend.
He didn't deserve the soft kisses the man had covered his back with afterwards. He didn't deserve any happiness now that Stephen wasn't longer here.
But he deserved the wounds the man was capable of inflicting on him.
The last bit of pride lay broken on the floor under his knees when he begged the man to come back and make him feel alive again.
After all, pain was the only emotion Nick Cutter still could feel.
Author: TalliW
Characters: Nick Cutter/Male,Stephen
Rating: MA, slash
Disclaimer: Primeval are the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Pain, a taste of whisky in his mouth, a dull pressure behind his eyes and a cock thrusting forcefully in his body.
The first time it happened he had felt filthy. Now it was just a regular event to remind himself that he was still alive, that he was still a living, breathing human being, even when Stephen Hart wasn't any more.
His work, spent running after dinosaurs and trying to rescue the world with his team - something that had once been important to him - had lost its appeal a long time ago. Now he was just going through the motions.
Some days just the beating of his heart brought to mind the fact that he still lived even if a part of him lay buried in the ground.
A hot breath at his ear, whispering dirty words, calling him a whore. The words hurt but Cutter didn't care. He would survive that. He had survived much worse things - but Stephen hadn't.
A burning slash where the whip met his skin, leaving bloody marks behind. He embraced the pain, knowing it was just a moderate ache compared to the pain Stephen had had to endure.
A hard cock pushing inside him afterwards, not so forcefully this time, but his numb body couldn't feel it any more.
A smooth cock gliding in, the slick sensation of lube in his cleft and a soft kiss on his neck.
A flashback to Stephen laughing in the woods.
He bit his lips until he could taste the blood and feel the twinge at his mouth and the man shooting semen into his bowels at the same time.
A pleasurable moment when his prostate was hit, the warm feeling of release flowing through his body.
And Stephen walking next to him, his blue eyes flashing with vitality.
He dug his nails into his skin until he sensed the pin-pricks in his palms and heard the hoarse cry of the man at his peak.
A voice tinged with tears, whispering softly, "I love you".
Cutter with his hands on his ears to block out the words, knowing this wasn't about love, it was about pain and penance.
He clenched his muscles to make the movements in his arse hurt even more. With closed eyes he welcomed the pain and thought of Stephen Hart.
A bitter sob when the man left his house, leaving him desolate and sad, wishing he could lie in the coffin instead of his dead friend.
He didn't deserve the soft kisses the man had covered his back with afterwards. He didn't deserve any happiness now that Stephen wasn't longer here.
But he deserved the wounds the man was capable of inflicting on him.
The last bit of pride lay broken on the floor under his knees when he begged the man to come back and make him feel alive again.
After all, pain was the only emotion Nick Cutter still could feel.