Birthday fic for Fredbassett: When Everyone Is Gone
Title: When Everyone Is Gone
Author: TalliW
Characters: Lester/Ryan, Helen, Leek, Stephen, Cutter
Rating: M+
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to the gorgeous Lukadreaming for beta-reading.
Summary: The ARC team is gone and Ryan is back. Unfortunately he isn't the only one.
Warnings: Rape!
Happy Birthday Fredbassett! I hope you have a wonderful day.
AN: This is set at the end of season three with a Helen who is, according to canon, on the verge of insanity.
James Lester swirled his tumbler, filled with expensive malt whisky, and enjoyed the rare moment of peace. Normally the ARC was bustling with life and time for relaxing was rare.
He took a small sip of his drink and listened to the calming sound of the centre. The ARC was never really quiet. Even after hours the building was still filled with dozens of noises.
By now Lester had got used to the constant humming of the anomaly detector and the clicking of the thermostats in the labs. Even the distant buzzing of the generators had become a familiar background sound.
It never had bothered him before to stay behind in the building when everyone else had left. But today something seemed wrong. He felt a prickle on the back of his neck that warned him he was being watched.
There was nothing unusual to see when he checked his surroundings. Still the feeling of impending danger didn't leave him.
Lester put his tumbler down on the desk and slowly moved to the ramp, turning his head to the left and right whilst his hand felt for the Glock 33 under his jacket. Since the episode with the future predator he never left the house without a gun.
He had almost reached Cutter's former lab, currently containing some half-burned files from the archive and the last remains of Cutter's anomaly model. Sarah Page hadn't been very successful in restoring Cutter's project after all of his data had been deleted from his home computer or blown up with the ARC. The room still smelled of smoke and burned plastic, months after the explosion.
Suddenly an arm wrapped around his neck from behind whilst a knee pushed into the hollow of his knees and forced him to the ground. Before he could react in any way his hand with the gun was slammed against the wall until his fingers lost the grip on the weapon.
"Did you miss me?" a voice panted in his ear and Lester froze in shock. That wasn't possible.
The arm around his neck loosened and lips tugged gently at his ear lobe.
"Ryan?" Lester asked incredulously. "How...? Cutter told us you were dead."
"I was, but someone brought me back."
"Helen."
"Yeah."
"So that bitch is meddling with time again. It's a pity she escaped my men yesterday."
"So you aren't the least bit glad I'm here?"
Ryan's arm tightened around Lester's neck again and for a moment Lester felt panic rise up. He swallowed drily and did his best to relax his rigid body to lessen the pressure on his throat.
"It's not that," Lester stated with some difficulties. The reduction of oxygen was slowly making an impact. "I'm glad you are alive but I have to see the bigger picture. What Helen does can have dire consequences for the whole world. She has to be stopped."
Lester closed his eyes in relief when Ryan withdraw his arm from around his neck so he could breathe freely again. Still Ryan held him tightly in place on the floor.
"Forget about Helen. I missed you terrible, James. I want to show you how much."
"Please, let me up! The floor is very uncomfortable." Lester tried to sound stern but realised he had failed badly when Ryan started to chuckle.
"But I'm not finished with you yet. Not at all, sweetheart."
An shiver ran down Lester's spine as he felt Ryan's erection against his backside.
"Ryan, please let me up. We can go somewhere else, where it is more comfortable. Not here on the floor." Lester hoped Ryan would fall for his ploy. He had to be on his feet to have a chance against that man. His gut instinct told him something was terrible wrong here. Ryan had never been so violent. Neither had he used terms of endearment.
"But you always liked it this way. Rough and quick somewhere in a back allay. Don't suddenly play shy. I know you want it."
Lester felt Ryan's mouth fasten on the crook of his neck and had to stifle a groan. Ryan knew exactly how to push his buttons. Lester fervently wished that this one time his gut feeling might be wrong. That this man was really his Ryan who was just a little confused and that everything would be all right.
Then Ryan mumbled against his skin, "By the way what are you worried about? I know we are alone in the ARC. The team is on a mission and the rest of the staff have gone home earlier today."
Alarm bells went off in Lester's head. It was too much of a coincidence.
"You aren't my Ryan," Lester whispered against his better judgment and prepared himself for a fight.
He was surprised when Ryan said honestly, "You are right. I'm not. I'm from a different universe. One where I haven't died in the Permian. But six months later we lost you through a future predator from Leek's predator guard. It was me who found your remains."
Ryan's body shook with emotion. "It was awful."
Lester could clearly hear the distress in Ryan's voice as he remembered the events.
"I came here because I couldn't live without you. I had to see you again. And Helen did offer me the chance."
"For what price?" Lester asked quietly.
"Just some clothes and a little food. I thought that was acceptable. I would never put my team at risk and give her vital information or important equipment."
Lester accepted Ryan's explanation. Everything sounded plausible. And he could even understand Ryan's bargain with Helen. There had been a few moments when he might have considered the same.
Ryan pressed his face into the small of Lester's back. His breathing was ragged as he said, "Does it really matter I'm from another world? Please, James, darling. Don't push me away. I want to show you how much I love you."
Lester closed his eyes in defeat. His Ryan and he had never talked about the nature of their relationship. But this Ryan was more emotional and less afraid of expressing his feelings. After hearing how much he had meant to Ryan Lester couldn't deny him.
"Then show me," he replied hoarsely.
"Thank you, James," Ryan mumbled. "I promise I will make it good."
Ryan's tongue grazed over his ear whilst he fumbled for Lester's fly. Leaning into Ryan's touch, Lester got lost in the pleasure of feeling another person's hand on his groin after such long a time. He didn't try to bite back his excited groan as Ryan's finger slipped into his underpants. Instead he helped Ryan push his trousers and pants out of the way and then bent forwards to brace himself on his arms, his arse exposed to the temperature-controlled air of the ARC.
His cheeks were gently parted and he inhaled forcefully as Ryan's hot breath brushed against his arse. A second later Ryan's tongue lapped softly at his crack and circled his hole with the same skills his Ryan had always done. Perhaps there wasn't so much differences between them after all.
"Lord, Tom. You drive me crazy," Lester gasped.
"That's the plan. Now keep quiet and enjoy."
Ryan licked a wet stripe from Lester's lower back to his perineum then paid special attention to Lester's sac.
Lester closed his eyes whilst Ryan gently massaged his balls and almost forgot where he was. His groan sounded unnaturally loud in the ARC but he didn't care. No one was there to witness his excitement but his lover.
Carefully Ryan pushed his wetted forefinger through Lester's sphincter then quickly added a second finger and a third.
"Fuck, Tom, that's too much," Lester panted as Ryan shoved his whole hand in up to his finger joints.
"I have to prepare you thoroughly. Don't want you pass out."
Ryan twisted his fingers and forced his hand in another centimetre.
Lester groaned in a mix of pleasure and pain. Teasing he said, "Tom, you aren't so big."
"But he is."
Lester's body tensed at Ryan's last words and his arse clamped down on Ryan's hand.
"What do you mean?" Lester asked with some trepidation.
Instead of giving an answer Ryan withdraw his hand abruptly, causing Lester to hiss in pain.
"That's how I like them best. On the knees with their arses in the air," a voice said from inside Cutter's lab.
The man stepped out of the lab and fixed Lester with a spiteful glance whilst he slowly opened his trousers.
"The oh so proud Sir James loves to take it up the arse. I should have known that earlier."
With growing horror Lester watched Leek take his above-average thick cock out and stroke himself to full erection.
Leek laughed as he noticed Lester's gaze.
"Still thinking I'm a little man, Lester? Still bold enough to mock me? Or are you envious I'm so well endowed? Couldn't spy it in those suits, could you? Your tailor was expensive but his work was certainly worth every penny."
Leek squeezed himself a last time before he pulled a gun out of his suit pocket.
"You really should have been nicer to me, James. I was your little lap dog for so long, trying to anticipate your every wish. I only got ridiculed for all my efforts. And then you saw to it that I got fired. Fortunately I found someone who proved to be very helpful in preparing my revenge. Couldn't resist the temptation to punish you a second time."
"Ryan. Why?" Lester asked, pained.
Leek slowly walked up next to Ryan.
"Don't blame him. He had to choose between the life of his family and friends or your dignity. Wasn't such a tough decision in the end."
Quickly Lester raised his upper body up and tried to get on his feet. But he was forced down on the floor with a mean push of Leek's knee to his backside. The next moment he was hit hard at the back of the head with the gun and his hands cuffed behind his back.
Lester's head was spinning and he registered only through blurred sight that Leek had handcuffed Ryan to one of the pipes that led to the labs.
"Now you will finally bend to my will," Lester heard Leek say through a fog, seconds before excruciating pain lanced through his body as Leek shoved his thick cock inside his anus.
Ryan went wild and fought against his restrains. That encouraged Lester to do the same despite his waning level of awareness.
Something trickled down his legs as Leek pulled out but the pain lessened only marginally. Lester managed to prop one foot up and tried to get in a squatting position. The click of the cocked gun near his ear stopped his struggle.
"Keep still or I will shoot Ryan," Leek threatened.
Defeated, Lester slumped down and let Leek penetrate him again. This time the pain was even worse. Every thrust ripped his insides apart. And every time Leek withdrew it sent spikes of liquid fire though his intestines.
When Leek upped his pace the pain was so intense Lester was barely be able to draw enough breath in his lungs to keep him conscious.
Lester didn't feel that Leek's cock finally expanded and shot hot cum deep into his body. He had slipped into a state of numbness by then.
After everything was over he just rolled on his side and curled into a ball.
Some time later Lester felt a kick against his ribs. "Hey, get alive. We have a visitor."
Helen's eyes glittered whilst she watched Lester trying to heave himself up from the ground.
"Enjoying yourself, Lester?" she asked mockingly. "Hope you don't mind I couldn't make it to your last birthday. It took some time to get the right present for this one."
Helen smiled sweetly as she waved her cleaners to help Lester up on his knees.
"You are a little early for my next birthday..." Lester fell into a brief fit of coughing. "... but then timing must lose its importance if you have gone around the bend," he finished with a small sneer.
He was surprised he was still be able to procure the energy to show defiance. Even his voice had only wavered a little bit. But then Helen always managed to get his hackles up.
"I see you're still the same arrogant prick. You sure you don't want to show a little gratitude to me?"
"For what? Your scheming got Ryan and Stephen killed," Lester blurted out. "And then you blew up the ARC and shot Cutter."
"Nick had to die. I was doing the world a favour."
"By killing your own husband?"
"I saved the world."
Helen turned away and snorted at Leek who desperately tried to cover himself whilst clambering into his trousers. Then she walked over to Ryan with her gun aimed at his head.
Lester's heart constricted painful as she put the nozzle to Ryan's temple.
"That was a nice show, Ryan. I almost believed you myself."
Ryan grinned broadly and got rid of his handcuffs with a quick move.
Lester shuddered as the truth hit him. So his gut instinct had been right from the start. He had been so stupid and fallen for the deception of one of Helen's clones. But that creature had spoken so coherently and knew how to please a man... Helen's cloning skills must have improved a lot.
Helen slowly sauntered back to Lester with a smile on her face you only could describe as manic. Gently she smoothed Lester's disheveled hair and then let her finger linger on the bump Leek had caused with the gun.
"Did you know that there are millions of alternative universes out there?" she asked almost casually.
Lester swallowed hard as he realised that the man across from him had probably told the truth. He wasn't a clone but the real Ryan from another universe.
"Oh! You are surprised this Ryan is so different from your obedient little fuck toy?"
Helen laughed faintly. "It's really most odd that in all these different worlds out there only a few exist where he hates you to the core. This Ryan has lost his family and his career because he believed in your sweet lies that you would divorce your wife and commit to him. You can consider yourself lucky I took such special trouble to get him here, just for you. By the way it was his plan to give you the runaround. It makes his revenge much sweeter ."
"I'm a divorced man, Ryan. I'm not your Lester. I haven't done those things," Lester cried out.
"But it didn't take you long to replace me, did it?" Ryan said calmly. "I bet your Ryan wouldn't have been happy that you took Stephen to your bed a week after he died for you."
"Tom, that didn't..."
"...mean anything to you?" Stephen finished the sentence as he walked into the atrium. "It was just sex? Shows some things never change. But this time I will make you pay for what you have done to me."
"I never slept with Stephen," Lester yelled frantically and fought against his restraints. "That hasn't happened here. Are you all mad?"
Leek snickered when Stephen backhanded Lester forcefully across the face.
Helen turned away in disgust as Ryan pressed the palm of his hand on his growing erection whilst Stephen punched Lester a few times.
Once again she faced Lester. "Pray that I will come back before midnight to stop them from finishing you off. Now excuse me. I have a rendezvous with Quinn, Connor and Abby in the future."
Helen waved to her four cleaner guards and her minions hurried to open the swing door for her. She threw a last look at the men surrounding the battered civil servant. Then she was gone.
Lester hadn't thought it possible to feel any more pain. Not after what Ryan, Stephen and Leek had done to him. But when Lester heard the familiar voice of the man he might have fallen in love with if Helen hadn't intervened, Lester's heart broke.
"Hello James," Cutter whispered maliciously. "Time to have some fun. I always wanted to fuck you raw."
Moments later screams filled the atrium and drowned out all the other noises in the ARC.