Primeval Fanfic: Gaining Hope
Title: Gaining Hope
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Cutter, Leek
Rating: NC17
Warnings : Mentions of rape and non-con!
Disclaimer: Primeval are the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun. So don't bother me.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
This story is dedicated to Fredbassett who inspired me to this fic with her brilliantly written Lester/Leek story "Hope Never Comes", which is based on the fantastic story "The Devil's Deal" by curia_regis.
Author's Note : See, what you did to me:
"You have to fight the darkness," she told herself.
"But the dark side has always so much more fun," whispered Fredbassett from the shadows.
With a deep sighs she takes her first steps torwards the dark side of fanfiction. A lonely tear falls down to the ground and breaks into pieces like the former innocence of TalliW. ;)
Nick Cutter lay on the concrete floor, facing towards the wall of the small cell, and shivered.
Behind him he felt the presence of the other man in the room.
He stiffened as he heard the soft pad of footfalls coming closer.
A blanket dropped down onto his freezing body, warm and fluffy, caressing his skin and protecting his naked body from the watchful eyes of the other man.
"I don't want your filthy blanket." Cutter mumbled but he didn't push away the warming cover.
The blanket had been a reward from Leek for a blowjob well done. Nick didn't want anything the slimy traitor had touched and he didn't want any man close to him who had been willing to be of service to the evil former assistant.
Angrily, he rolled around to face James Lester, who stood there naked with his back turned to him.
"How could you do that? Cutter asked, accusingly.
Lester didn't answer.
"You're a sick little cocksucker and you're as disgusting as that slimy weasel," Cutter spat the hate-filled words out.
This time Lester reacted.
He turned around and cried: "Because I sucked him off voluntarily, Cutter? Because I want to get out of here? Because I want to survive long enough to put my hands around that damned bastard's neck and strangle him until he chokes?
Perhaps I've just found a better way to get through all this than you. It seems to me that your plan of resistance isn't working very well. I'm still in better shape than you."
Cutter pressed his lips together. He wanted to hurt the man who stood there, still clothed in his superiority despite his nakedness.
"Did you think you were so good that Leek would fall down in a blissful faint and you could get out of here? Seems to me your plan didn't work either."
Lester gave a snort, which sounded more like a sob.
"Perhaps I like to suck cock, ever thought about that, Cutter?" he said, nastily.
"It didn't look like you enjoyed it," Cutter whispered, his rage dissolving fast at the hurt in Lester's eyes.
"I didn't," breathed Lester in reply. "But how do you know that?
Please tell me you weren't watching me suck him off while they fucked you?" James Lester was flabbergasted.
Cutter flushed. "I needed something to focus on to block out what was happening to me.
And watching Leek getting off helped to prevent any treacherous reactions from my body."
"You were afraid you'd get turned on when they raped you? And you call me sick?" Lester looked disgusted.
"You can't help it when they're hammering against your prostate. It's just a physical reaction. It doesn't mean you want it," Cutter said, distraught and drew the blanket around his body like armor.
Lester squatted down on the floor with his arms around his knees to fend off the cold.
Cutter held the blanket out to Lester. "You're freezing. Here, take your blanket back. I've warmed up for now."
"No, you need it more than me. You might be in shock after what they did to you. I'll manage without it."
"Damn it, Lester, don't be such a pillock. Take the sodding blanket!"
Lester didn't budge.
"All right, I get it. Then we'll have to share." Cutter moved forward towards Lester.
"I don't think you want to come closer, Cutter. I'm still naked."
"I'll survive it."
Cutter slid down and spread the blanket out over them both, sharing his body heat with the other man.
Silently, they sat there in the darkness until Lester started to speak in an absent-minded voice:
"When I was in my teens my dad sent me to boarding school. I got picked on by some older boys because I wouldn't do their homework for them. One day they waited for me in the sports hall and beat me up.
Another boy found me. I was lying there on the ground, all bloody and battered and he just took me in his arms. I felt safer immediately.
Could.... could you hold me? Just for a moment?" he pleaded with a small sob.
Nick Cutter put his arms around Lester whilst trying to hold his lower body as far away from him as possible.
Lester hugged him back so hard Cutter heard their bones crackle.
But it didn't matter. They just sat there, arm in arm and gathered strength from each other in the cold cell.
"It hurt like hell as they fucked me," Cutter whispered after a while. "I've done it before so it shouldn't have hurt so much."
"You weren't ready and you didn't want it. Of course it hurt," Lester replied. "I'll be next when they come back. It will be my first time." He trembled for a moment.
Nick stroked soothingly over his back. "You could prepare yourself so it doesn't hurt so much."
"We've no lube in here."
"There's always spit and spunk."
Lester shuddered slightly. "I don't think I can do that by myself.
You have experience with that, right? Would you ....," Lester trailed off.
Nick drew a breath. "If you're absolutely sure you want me to touch you there I will do."
Lester nodded. "Just use some spittle, no spunk."
Lester turned on his belly presenting his arse to Cutter. He tried not to tense when the man touched his arse cheeks and spreaded them, gently. Lester managed to relax as a spit-soaked finger probed at his arsehole and pushed forward, slowly.
The finger circled inside him for some minutes then a second was inserted. With a third finger inside his hole Lester felt stretched to the point of pain but his body quickly got used to the sensation.
"I think that will do," Cutter said huskily and withdraw his fingers. Nick lay down on his belly beside James Lester, shamefaced, trying to hide his straining erection between his legs.
Startled, James Lester watched him then he said in a determined manner: "I don't want Leek or one of his minions to be my first. Just fuck me."
Nick gulped. "No, I can't do that. For one thing I was used by several men. If any of them has a disease...."
Lester interrupted him:"I don't think Leek is that careless, besides it won't matter when they all fuck me as well. Stop fishing for counter-arguments. Just take me! Now!"
Nick bit his lip. "You deserve better than a frantic fuck to lose your virginity. If we do it, we'll do it properly. Turn on your back. I want to touch you and kiss you."
"That's the mouth Leek came inside earlier," Lester warned him as he turned around and drew Nick over on top of himself.
"I don't care." Softly Nick pressed his lips against Lester's whilst he pushed his cock tentatively inside his tight hole.
James Lester breathed hard as Nick filled him. It felt strange and good, with just a small amount of burning.
He lost himself in the kiss, desperately trying to erase the foul taste of Leek with the sweet flavour of Nick Cutter.
When Nick felt his orgasm approach, he slowly started to draw back out of the body under him. Lester clasped his legs around Nick's arse to hold him in place.
"Come inside me," he whispered.
"Leek will realise it."
"He's probably already watching us from outside," Lester said.
"That picture's not exactly a huge turn on."
Lester grinned faintly.
"I don't care if he watches us. I want to have something of you with me when they rape me and even if it's only your spunk. It will give me strength to feel you inside me and to know you were there first. That's something they can never take from me."
"Then touch yourself. I want to come together with you," Nick ordered and started to push inside James again.
Lester took his cock in his hand and fell in a familiar rhythm. When a small orgasm shook James' body Nick spurted inside him, filling him with his essence.
Nick sunk down on the other man's body and rubbed the come splattered on James' belly in his own skin.
"Now you're under my skin, Lester, as I'm under yours. You'll be always with me now."
"Promise me you'll fight, promise me you will do anything to survive," James demanded.
"I promise," Nick whispered. "After all, we have to get out of here to kill the bastard."
On the hard concrete floor, spooned together, Nick Cutter and James Lester fell into a restless sleep.
"Aaaww, so sweet. It seems you have recovered very quickly, professor." Leek's derisive laughter woke them both up.
"Have you ever wanted to fuck this prick, Cutter, or have you done that already?"
All the time he ridiculed me I dreamed of moments like these. Watching him gag as I fucked his mouth was so good.
Now I want to see how much cock this bugger can take. It's your chance to get a period of grace, Cutter. Come on, join me or then you will be the next."
James Lester closed his eyes as he felt the cocks penetrating him. He heard a stifled sob nearby.
He promised himself, that if Cutter lost hope now, then he would keep faith for them both.