jooles34 | My Sun Rises and Sets With You. Chapter one: Take My Breath Away

Title: My Sun Rises and Sets With You. Chapter one: Take My Breath Away
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Becker/Connor, Lester
Words: 1,888 this chapter, approx 40,000 for the series.
Rating, Warnings: 18. The whole series is about a Dom/switch/sub relationship and contains various BDSM themes.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None. Not set in any specific season.
AN: Huge thanks to the lovely

lukadreaming for great beta and to

lsellersfic for my fabulous artwork.

Becker put his wash things back into his locker and closed the door. As he did so Connor walked into the locker room and stood two doors down from him.

"Exciting day, wasn't it?"

Becker raised an eyebrow. Exciting was one way to describe it. Long and insufferably dull was another. A gaggle of something small and ultimately harmless had come through an anomaly that had shut shortly afterwards. They had then spent the rest of the day trying round up the nippy little buggers and corral them into makeshift holding pens while Connor and Abby chattered about how brilliant it was to see them and how adorable they were. Connor was also working on a hunch that the anomaly would reopen so Abby insisted that they all sit and wait so the creatures could be sent back through once it did.

Insufferably long and dull. And annoyingly Connor had been right. As usual.

So Becker was frustrated and bored. He wanted amusement and he wanted it now. And right now he would happily have it at Temple's expense since he had been – admittedly indirectly – the cause of most of it.

Becker folded his arms across his chest and appraised the young man grovelling in his locker. He’d been watching the man for months, but something was suddenly just occurring to him.

"You do know it's June, don't you?"

Connor turned to him, puzzled.

"June? Yes, I know it's June."

"And yet you still wear a scarf."

Connor’s hand went instinctively to his neck to touch the scarf. He swallowed.

“I like scarves?”

“Oh I think there’s more to it than that.” He closed the gap between the two of them and ran his fingers down the length of scarf than hung down Connor’s chest. “I think you like having things around your neck. Is that it, Connor? You like having things tied around your neck?”

He watched as Connor flushed and his pupils seemed to dilate instantly. Becker tried to hide his surprise. He had been joking, but that was it; he was right. Becker knew that this was the moment he should step back, give a cocky smile and pretend the whole thing was just a laugh at the other man's expense. But the thoughts lodged in his head and another part of his body started overruling his brain.

He grasped hold of the bottom of the scarf and gripped it hard. He looked Connor in the eye and twisted his wrist, winding the scarf around his fist until it was under the smaller man’s chin. He pushed his hand forward so it pressed the material onto Connor’s windpipe, applying slight pressure.

“Is this is? Is this what you like?”

Wordlessly Connor nodded the best he could with a fist under his chin. Blood flowed straight to Becker’s groin and suddenly there was no going back. He knew what he wanted and knew he could give Connor what he needed.

Keeping his grip firm, he yanked on the scarf and pulled Connor downwards by the neck. Connor got the message quickly and sank to his knees.

“Undo my trousers,” Becker ordered.

He could see Connor try to hide his shaking fingers as he reached for the fastenings on his combats. The button popped undone and eager fingers then pulled down his zip. Becker didn’t even have to give him the next instruction. Becker hissed as, with apparent new confidence, Connor pulled his cock out of his trousers. Becker looked down as Connor turned those big brown eyes up at him. Without breaking the eye contact Connor leant forward and wrapped his lips around the head of Becker’s erection.

Something in that look suddenly made Becker wonder exactly who it was that was in control, but then Connor closed his eyes and began to run his tongue around Becker’s cock and all thoughts of anything stopped. Connor bopped his head, sucking and licking, and Becker rolled his hips, a groan escaping him. Connor was more talented at this than he would ever have given him credit for. He twisted his fist a little more and heard Connor gasp as the ball of material was pushed harder against his throat.

“Fuck,” Becker let out. Something inside him snapped and as good as this was, it wasn’t enough. He needed to control. He gripped the scarf harder and tensed his arm, holding it still. Suddenly Connor wasn’t able to move his head, Becker holding it firmly in pace. Becker put his other hand on the back of Connor’s head and started to fuck his mouth in earnest, the young man completely immobilised. Connor whimpered, but made no move to try to get away.

Becker could feel his cock hit the back of Connor’s throat over and over again and he knew he could easily come like this. But the sounds that Connor was making around his erection were too delicious and he didn’t want this to end so soon.

With supreme effort he stilled his movements and pulled back from Connor’s mouth, releasing his head, but still holding the scarf firm. Connor looked up and him, a confused expression on his face.

“You’re going nowhere tonight until I fuck you,” Becker said and lust exploded in Connor’s eyes again. Becker used the scarf to haul Connor to his feet. He opened his locker again with his free hand and sorting through various items inside, pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom and smirked at Connor.

“At least I’m always prepared. I would have just fucked you dry if not.”

Then he used the scarf like a leash to pull Connor through the locker room and into the bathroom area where the sinks were. He loosened his grip on the scarf slightly and placing a hand on Connor’s shoulder he pushed the other man around so he was facing away from him, but the scarf spun around his neck.

Becker used his hands to make Connor bend over and brace himself with his hands on the bank of sinks. Becker moved close in behind him and reached his free hand around to undo Connor’s trousers. It wasn’t easy with just one hand, but he finally managed to push Connor’s trousers and boxers down his legs. He then slid his hand between their bodies and his dry finger found Connor’s hole. He teased it, testing it, finding him tight but drawing a small gasp from him.

He grabbed the lube and flicked the cap open. He stepped back far enough that he could pour lube straight onto Connor’s arse, working it in with one finger, then two, and finally three, stretching him and making Connor moan beneath him. Finally satisfied, he fisted himself to full hardness again before ripping open the condom wrapper with his teeth and somewhat awkwardly managed to roll it on. He poured more lube onto his cock and then he lined himself up with Connor’s entrance and started to push himself inside.

They both groaned as Becker’s head breached the tight ring of muscle. Becker paused for a moment, then pushed himself deep inside in one thrust. Connor cried out deliciously, so Becker withdrew nearly all the way before pushing himself back inside hard and as deep as he could, wringing another cry from the man under him.

Becker adjusted his grip on the scarf and pulled sharply on it. Connor’s head tipped back, and his back arched. Becker revelled in the breathless gasps spilling from Connor’s mouth, the pressure on his windpipe too much now for proper sounds. He set a relentless pace, thrusting hard into the pliant body, his hand gripping Connor’s hip so hard he knew he would leave bruises, but not caring.

Connor’s ragged breathing suddenly became shallower and his legs started to tremble. Becker applied even more pressure, pulling hard on the scarf, pulling it tighter against his throat as he felt Connor’s body spasm, the muscles of his arse clenching around him as he came hard without even being touched. It was enough to send Becker over the edge and he leant forward, biting into Connor’s still clothed shoulder to muffle his shout.

He quickly released his grip on the scarf but stayed leaning against Connor’s back as he listened to him gasping, trying to get his breath back. When Becker finally could, he straightened, pulling out of Connor’s body. He slipped off the condom, tied a quick knot in the end and tossed it into a bin under the sink. He put a hand around Connor’s chest, supporting him and helping him to straighten. Connor turned around as he bent over to drag his underwear and trousers up. He grinned lazily at Becker as he fastened them, Becker already having tidied himself away.

Becker reached his hands out to straighten Connor’s scarf. He pulled it back around the right way, but the knot was all bunched and messy. Becker pulled on the knot to undo it and start again. A startled look suddenly crossed Connor’s face and he spoke for the first time.

“No!” he said, and lifted his hands to try to stop Becker’s movements, but it was too late.

As he undid the knot Becker revealed a silver chain link collar around Connor’s neck. A silver plaque on the collar glinted in the light and Becker read the initials “JL” engraved upon it. He yanked his hands back and stared at Connor in horror.

“Well, this has all just got very interesting, hasn’t it?”

Becker whirled around to find Lester leaning, arms folded, against the doorway to the bathroom. Becker held up a hand in defence towards Lester.

“I’m sorry, I had no idea. I didn’t know.”

“And I assume Connor didn’t offer much in the way of explanation or protest. Especially if you were offering what I think you were offering. Did you enjoy yourself, Conn?”

Connor smiled at the name and briefly laid a hand on Becker’s arm as he walked past him towards Lester. Connor dropped gracefully to his knees at Lester’s side and rested his head on their boss’ thigh. Lester’s hand came down to rest on his hair, stroking it absentmindedly.

“You will have to excuse him; he can get a little single-minded at times. But everything that you are thinking is correct. Connor is collared and he belongs to me. I own him and have control over everything he does. With one rather notable exception. I will not strangle him. It is the one thing I cannot give him and so he is allowed to seek it outside our relationship. And judging by the rather blissed-out look on his face I’m rather assuming that’s what has just happened.” He looked down at Connor. “Though he is supposed to ask for permission first; I can only assume it slipped his mind. An oversight he will be paying for later.”

To Becker’s surprise Connor merely grinned up at Lester, causing the older man to roll his eyes and then turn back to Becker.

“Sometimes I rather think he asks for it. Anyway as intoxicating as these surroundings are, my days of hanging around the gents are rather over so I think it’s time we went home. And I think you, Captain, had better come with us.”

Chapter two.