Primeval fic: The Hand Of Fate (10/12)
Title: The Hand Of Fate (10/12)
Fandom: Primeval
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 1592 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 9 - The Hand Of Fate - Part 11
The next morning, Ditzy didn't even bother finding an excuse to pop in to see Lester, knocking on his open door before asking, “I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my house one night? The lads don't have to be there, but I'd like you to meet them.”
“I do know your fellow soldiers, David.” Lester sounded almost amused as he looked up from his paperwork.
“From work, not when we're all off the clock.” Ditzy paused, suddenly wondering if it might be too much for Lester to meet his clowder on their home territory. “Or we could go out, if you'd prefer?”
Ditzy took Lester's quirked eyebrow to mean that he understood and appreciated Ditzy giving him the same out that he had given Ditzy on their first date. “No, dinner with everyone sounds... interesting,” He paused for a moment, just considering Ditzy before finally giving him a slight nod and Ditzy knew Lester understood he was offering him the chance to have a clowder, if only for one evening. “Although... shouldn't you ask them before you invite me over?”
“I already have.” Ditzy grinned as he added, “And I didn't even mention how good a cook you are.” When a look of surprise flashed over Lester's face at that, Ditzy felt his heart clench. Fuck, had Lester thought he'd only been invited because he'd cook something wonderful for the lads to savour. Ditzy stepped into the office and took Lester's face in his hands and kissed him, his tongue asking for and gaining entrance, before he rested his forehead on Lester's. “I did tell you I'd invite you to our next barbecue, James.”
***
The morning of the barbecue found Ditzy jittery, he'd looked at the weather reports until Blade had confiscated the remote control, Finn had scarpered with the newspapers muttering something about fire-lighters and Lyle and Kermit had hogged the laptops to play on-line war games against each other.
He had eyed the remote sticking out of Blade's back pocket when the alpha had started the barbecue, raking the charcoal until he had it burning nicely. At least, he had until he'd realised that if the barbecue was going then food would be cooking and that meant their guests - Lester - would be arriving soon.
A knock on the door made Ditzy jump and he heard Lyle snort in amusement before he thrust a beer into Ditzy's hand and muttered, “Drink it before you keel over in some sort of Victorian faint.”
“I hope we're not early?” Ms Lewis asked as she entered the kitchen, followed by Lorraine and Captain Ryan, the latter carrying a box of wine. “Can we lend a hand?”
Lyle nodded. “If Lorraine could take Blade a beer and stop him stabbing the burgers...”
Lorraine grinned before she picked up two bottles and walked over to Blade, greeting the alpha with a nose rub before helping him with the food, using a pair of tongs to move the cooked burgers and other meat products to put them onto the hot plate to keep warm.
Ms Lewis glanced around the kitchen and sighed as she noticed the distinct lack of salad. “I hope you have salad to go with all that meat, Lyle?”
“Um,” Lyle paused before remembering where it was. “It's in the fridge...”
Ms Lewis sighed when she found it, all unprepared, and set about sorting it out, muttering about typical men and their desire to avoid anything healthy.
Ditzy nursed his beer and idly watched his friends, at least half his mind on Lester and when the man would show up. It was why he almost jumped when he heard Lester's voice behind him, “Need a hand with that, Jenny?” He turned and licked his lips at the sight of Lester, once more wearing those snug jeans, although this time with an open-neck shirt and no flour. He was almost mesmerized as he watched Lester cut and slice the salad, his movements sure as he handled the knife almost as deftly as Blade. Fuck, Ditzy knew he had it bad when he imagined those hands on his skin, skilfully caressing and coaxing him... he bit back a moan, quickly finished his beer and made a swift escape to the bathroom.
***
Ditzy slipped back into the kitchen and did his best to ignore the knowing smirk on Lyle's face, although he returned the friendly shoulder bump from Finn. His gaze flickered around the room as he sought Lester, looking up when Finn nudged him again and nodded at the garden. Ditzy followed Finn's gaze and smiled when he saw Lester, sitting at the patio table chatting with Ms Lewis and Ryan, with a near empty bottle of beer in his hand.
He grabbed two bottles from the kitchen and made his way over to the table, his eyes only on Lester. He didn't even notice at first that Ms Lewis and Ryan had slipped away to leave them alone, not until he was sitting next to Lester and holding his hand. “Sorry, James, I didn't mean to interrupt your chat.”
“I got the impression they thought I'd get bored without you and leave if they didn't keep me distracted until you'd... finished.”
Ditzy blushed when he realised everyone had realised what he'd been up to... but then, he hadn't been at all subtle about it. He half-glared at Lester when the alpha chuckled at him, before deciding grinning made Lester even more attractive and leaned in for a kiss, flipping Lyle a finger when the man wolf-whistled.
Ditzy slowly broke the kiss, partly as he was reluctant to release Lester's lips but also because he didn't know if Lester would appreciate being kissed in front of his team. Apparently Lester didn't mind, as he tugged Ditzy back in for another kiss before resting their foreheads together.
A cleared throat had both men pulling back and looking up to find Lorraine standing beside them carrying two plates piled high with food.
“Thank you, Lorraine.” Lester started to rise to take the plates from her, but she just gave him and Ditzy a fond smile before placing the plates on the table and turned to leave them alone again.
Ditzy glanced around and realised everyone else was already eating and that he and Lester must have missed the usual call of 'Food, come and get it while it's still here'. He called out, “Thanks, Lorraine,” as she walked back to join Blade by the barbecue. He deliberately ignored the looks on Lyle's and Finn's faces and knew they'd comment on him almost missing food due to staring into Lester's eyes.
“I didn't think you minded them knowing, David...” Lester murmured quietly.
Ditzy looked up to see the look on Lester's face and cursed himself for a fool. He reached over and held Lester's hand, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of it. “I don't, James. They're just going to take the piss out of me later.” He refused to release Lester's hand when he tried to pull back. “And I'm a fool to worry about it when I have you here.”
Lester huffed before saying, “I believe our food is getting cold, David. It would be churlish to allow that when Lorraine went to the trouble of getting it for us.”
Ditzy nodded before reluctantly releasing Lester's hand. He smiled as he consumed his food and watched Lester eating, obviously enjoying his food and slowly relaxing as the afternoon progressed, even going so far as to participate in a game of darts with Finn.
Ditzy was helping himself to another burger when he felt arms around his waist and a kiss pressed against the back of his neck. “Thank you for inviting me, David.” Lester raised his voice to address all the soldiers and other guests. “Thank you for the pleasant afternoon, gentlemen, ladies.”
“I hope you aren't thinking of leaving, James,” Ms Lewis asked as she held out another beer for him to take.
“There's still lots of food to eat, sir.” Blade used his ever-present knife to gesture at the pile of meat products still on the hotplate.
Lester looked around, noting the looks on various faces, before nodding. “Thank you. Another burger would be appreciated, Blade.” He released Ditzy and watched Blade pile onion and various other condiments onto his burger. “Blade, I should apologise for growling at you.”
Blade shook his head. “No need, sir. You were protecting your mate from another alpha during his heat.”
“Thank you, Blade.” Lester turned his head to kiss Ditzy when he wrapped an arm around his waist as they munched their burgers and chatted.
***
Once Ms Lewis and Lorraine had left, Ditzy knew Lester would soon be making his own excuses. He knew the lads were involved when he found himself and Lester alone. “Are you thinking of leaving soon, James?”
“I think it would be best.” Lester stepped into Ditzy's space and rubbed their noses. “Although, as I believe you still have a few days left, could I interest you in another meal at my flat? If you want to...”
“I'd love to.” Ditzy smiled at him, resting their foreheads together. “Tomorrow?”
“Would eight o'clock be OK?”
“I'll look forward to it, James.”
Part 9 - The Hand Of Fate - Part 11
Fandom: Primeval
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 1592 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 9 - The Hand Of Fate - Part 11
The next morning, Ditzy didn't even bother finding an excuse to pop in to see Lester, knocking on his open door before asking, “I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my house one night? The lads don't have to be there, but I'd like you to meet them.”
“I do know your fellow soldiers, David.” Lester sounded almost amused as he looked up from his paperwork.
“From work, not when we're all off the clock.” Ditzy paused, suddenly wondering if it might be too much for Lester to meet his clowder on their home territory. “Or we could go out, if you'd prefer?”
Ditzy took Lester's quirked eyebrow to mean that he understood and appreciated Ditzy giving him the same out that he had given Ditzy on their first date. “No, dinner with everyone sounds... interesting,” He paused for a moment, just considering Ditzy before finally giving him a slight nod and Ditzy knew Lester understood he was offering him the chance to have a clowder, if only for one evening. “Although... shouldn't you ask them before you invite me over?”
“I already have.” Ditzy grinned as he added, “And I didn't even mention how good a cook you are.” When a look of surprise flashed over Lester's face at that, Ditzy felt his heart clench. Fuck, had Lester thought he'd only been invited because he'd cook something wonderful for the lads to savour. Ditzy stepped into the office and took Lester's face in his hands and kissed him, his tongue asking for and gaining entrance, before he rested his forehead on Lester's. “I did tell you I'd invite you to our next barbecue, James.”
***
The morning of the barbecue found Ditzy jittery, he'd looked at the weather reports until Blade had confiscated the remote control, Finn had scarpered with the newspapers muttering something about fire-lighters and Lyle and Kermit had hogged the laptops to play on-line war games against each other.
He had eyed the remote sticking out of Blade's back pocket when the alpha had started the barbecue, raking the charcoal until he had it burning nicely. At least, he had until he'd realised that if the barbecue was going then food would be cooking and that meant their guests - Lester - would be arriving soon.
A knock on the door made Ditzy jump and he heard Lyle snort in amusement before he thrust a beer into Ditzy's hand and muttered, “Drink it before you keel over in some sort of Victorian faint.”
“I hope we're not early?” Ms Lewis asked as she entered the kitchen, followed by Lorraine and Captain Ryan, the latter carrying a box of wine. “Can we lend a hand?”
Lyle nodded. “If Lorraine could take Blade a beer and stop him stabbing the burgers...”
Lorraine grinned before she picked up two bottles and walked over to Blade, greeting the alpha with a nose rub before helping him with the food, using a pair of tongs to move the cooked burgers and other meat products to put them onto the hot plate to keep warm.
Ms Lewis glanced around the kitchen and sighed as she noticed the distinct lack of salad. “I hope you have salad to go with all that meat, Lyle?”
“Um,” Lyle paused before remembering where it was. “It's in the fridge...”
Ms Lewis sighed when she found it, all unprepared, and set about sorting it out, muttering about typical men and their desire to avoid anything healthy.
Ditzy nursed his beer and idly watched his friends, at least half his mind on Lester and when the man would show up. It was why he almost jumped when he heard Lester's voice behind him, “Need a hand with that, Jenny?” He turned and licked his lips at the sight of Lester, once more wearing those snug jeans, although this time with an open-neck shirt and no flour. He was almost mesmerized as he watched Lester cut and slice the salad, his movements sure as he handled the knife almost as deftly as Blade. Fuck, Ditzy knew he had it bad when he imagined those hands on his skin, skilfully caressing and coaxing him... he bit back a moan, quickly finished his beer and made a swift escape to the bathroom.
***
Ditzy slipped back into the kitchen and did his best to ignore the knowing smirk on Lyle's face, although he returned the friendly shoulder bump from Finn. His gaze flickered around the room as he sought Lester, looking up when Finn nudged him again and nodded at the garden. Ditzy followed Finn's gaze and smiled when he saw Lester, sitting at the patio table chatting with Ms Lewis and Ryan, with a near empty bottle of beer in his hand.
He grabbed two bottles from the kitchen and made his way over to the table, his eyes only on Lester. He didn't even notice at first that Ms Lewis and Ryan had slipped away to leave them alone, not until he was sitting next to Lester and holding his hand. “Sorry, James, I didn't mean to interrupt your chat.”
“I got the impression they thought I'd get bored without you and leave if they didn't keep me distracted until you'd... finished.”
Ditzy blushed when he realised everyone had realised what he'd been up to... but then, he hadn't been at all subtle about it. He half-glared at Lester when the alpha chuckled at him, before deciding grinning made Lester even more attractive and leaned in for a kiss, flipping Lyle a finger when the man wolf-whistled.
Ditzy slowly broke the kiss, partly as he was reluctant to release Lester's lips but also because he didn't know if Lester would appreciate being kissed in front of his team. Apparently Lester didn't mind, as he tugged Ditzy back in for another kiss before resting their foreheads together.
A cleared throat had both men pulling back and looking up to find Lorraine standing beside them carrying two plates piled high with food.
“Thank you, Lorraine.” Lester started to rise to take the plates from her, but she just gave him and Ditzy a fond smile before placing the plates on the table and turned to leave them alone again.
Ditzy glanced around and realised everyone else was already eating and that he and Lester must have missed the usual call of 'Food, come and get it while it's still here'. He called out, “Thanks, Lorraine,” as she walked back to join Blade by the barbecue. He deliberately ignored the looks on Lyle's and Finn's faces and knew they'd comment on him almost missing food due to staring into Lester's eyes.
“I didn't think you minded them knowing, David...” Lester murmured quietly.
Ditzy looked up to see the look on Lester's face and cursed himself for a fool. He reached over and held Lester's hand, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of it. “I don't, James. They're just going to take the piss out of me later.” He refused to release Lester's hand when he tried to pull back. “And I'm a fool to worry about it when I have you here.”
Lester huffed before saying, “I believe our food is getting cold, David. It would be churlish to allow that when Lorraine went to the trouble of getting it for us.”
Ditzy nodded before reluctantly releasing Lester's hand. He smiled as he consumed his food and watched Lester eating, obviously enjoying his food and slowly relaxing as the afternoon progressed, even going so far as to participate in a game of darts with Finn.
Ditzy was helping himself to another burger when he felt arms around his waist and a kiss pressed against the back of his neck. “Thank you for inviting me, David.” Lester raised his voice to address all the soldiers and other guests. “Thank you for the pleasant afternoon, gentlemen, ladies.”
“I hope you aren't thinking of leaving, James,” Ms Lewis asked as she held out another beer for him to take.
“There's still lots of food to eat, sir.” Blade used his ever-present knife to gesture at the pile of meat products still on the hotplate.
Lester looked around, noting the looks on various faces, before nodding. “Thank you. Another burger would be appreciated, Blade.” He released Ditzy and watched Blade pile onion and various other condiments onto his burger. “Blade, I should apologise for growling at you.”
Blade shook his head. “No need, sir. You were protecting your mate from another alpha during his heat.”
“Thank you, Blade.” Lester turned his head to kiss Ditzy when he wrapped an arm around his waist as they munched their burgers and chatted.
***
Once Ms Lewis and Lorraine had left, Ditzy knew Lester would soon be making his own excuses. He knew the lads were involved when he found himself and Lester alone. “Are you thinking of leaving soon, James?”
“I think it would be best.” Lester stepped into Ditzy's space and rubbed their noses. “Although, as I believe you still have a few days left, could I interest you in another meal at my flat? If you want to...”
“I'd love to.” Ditzy smiled at him, resting their foreheads together. “Tomorrow?”
“Would eight o'clock be OK?”
“I'll look forward to it, James.”
Part 9 - The Hand Of Fate - Part 11