Learn to Like It
Jan. 5th, 2011 02:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Becker/Connor/EMD
Words: 2,795
Rating/warnings: 18. Angsty porn featuring erotic electro stimulation
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: For Season 4 episode one
AN: This is what happens when you get ill on holiday. My brain is barely functioning so sorry for any mistakes.
Becker leant his head against the cool metal of his locker. It had been a hell of a day and emotions were churning in his stomach; good vying against bad for dominance. Connor and Abby were back; it was all he had been hoping for for a year. But there was no news about Danny and it looked more and more like they would never find out what had happened to him.
But what hurt, what really hurt, was to have Connor back but see that he had clearly developed a relationship with Abby during their time in the Cretaceous. All those nights he had dreamt about having Connor back in his arms again, and now it looked they were dashed.
But he should just be pleased that the other man was back and alive.
“Are you avoiding me?”
Becker startled and whirled around at the sound of the once familiar, but recently so missed voice.
“No. No. Of course not.” He stammered back. Knowing full well he had been.
Connor stood in the doorway to the locker room, hands behind his back and glanced around. There was an air of confidence about him that he hadn’t had before. It did nothing to lessen Becker’s continued desire for the man. Neither did the tight blue ARC top he had been given to wear.
“It’s late. Everyone else has left.”
“Well you know me; married to the job. What about you? First night back I would have thought you’d be off; celebrating, eating, drinking, I don’t know. Doing the things you missed.”
Connor’s grin became predatory. “There’s only one thing I’ve missed doing.” he said and took a step towards Becker.
Becker’s eyes widened. “But, what about you and Abby?”
Connor shrugged and grinned at him. “Turns out that ‘not if you were the last man alive’ isn’t the same when it comes to being the first man alive.” His face turned serious. “We did what we had to do to survive and it was a mental battle as well as a physical one.”
Becker’s face became expressionless as he tried to hide the hope rising inside him and quell memories he had no intention of letting resurface. “I know one or two things about survival Connor.”
“Then you’ll understand.”
Becker nodded. Then straightened, feeling a need to get control of the situation again. “So why are you here Connor?”
That wolfish grin appeared on Connor’s face again and he moved his hands from behind his back, producing one of the new electro muscular disrupters; one of the small ones.
“I hear you don’t like the new guns.”
“It’s not a gun. It’s a glorified taser. Any soldier would be embarrassed to carry it. Why have you got one?”
Connor stepped even closer, crowding him back against the locker, the gun raised at face level, pointing at the ceiling. Connor regarded it.
“Oh, you know how I like to fiddle with things. And I’ve made some improvements to this that I think may have you viewing them differently. You might even learn to like it.”
Becker raised an eyebrow in what he hoped was a casual way. Connor was disconcerting like this. He was so in control of the situation and knew it, yet there was an underlying feeling that he could snap at any moment, like a tightly wound elastic band. It scared and excited Becker in equal measure.
“Have you made them capable of firing big arsed bullets?” he asked with a nonchalance he didn’t feel.
Connor laughed then and Becker saw it; a flash of the old Connor. He was still there. Under the weight of twelve months fighting for his and Abby’s survival, his Connor was still in there. He started to relax and decided to see where this was taking them.
His lip twitched into a smile as Connor stopped laughing and grinned at him. “’Fraid not, no. But I still think you’ll find my modifications quite appealing.”
The grin took on that different, slightly unsettling glint again as Connor took another step forward. Becker was now pressed firmly against the locker and Connor stood right in front of him, touching, but barely.
“Are you willing to find out Becker? Are you willing to let me take control and show you what I can do to you? Are you willing to let me make you come undone the way that I have dreamed about for a year?”
Becker swallowed and just about managed to nod his head.
Connor brought the gun up and laid it against his neck, applying enough pressure to tilt his body slightly to one side. With his other hand Connor reached up and opened the top locker compartment and reached inside. He smiled when he found what he was looking for.
“You still keep hand cuffs handy. Nice to see not everything’s changed.”
Becker’s eyes widened at the production of the handcuffs and key. That coupled with the animal glint in Connor’s eye and the gun pressed across his neck was having a very profound effect on his breathing. And other parts of his body. But it was all against his better nature. Why was Connor acting like this? When he had been away for so long, if he wanted to be with him again why was he going about it like this? The gun, the hand cuffs? After everything they had shared before he was lost, why was Connor coming back to him with games when they should just be losing themselves in each other?
Connor traced the gun down Becker’s neck, making him shiver involuntarily, before pressing the muzzle gently into his flesh.
“Weight’s room. Move.” Connor whispered into his ear. It didn’t even occur to Becker to object.
In the weight’s room Connor instructed Becker to stop by one of the benches.
“Turn around.” Becker did as instructed and found himself still facing the EMD. “Strip.” ordered Connor. Again, Becker did as he was told; not out of fear of the gun, but out of excitement for whatever this new version of Connor had planned, despite his inner fears. His cock was half hard and bounced as he stripped. Becker felt a twinge of satisfaction when he saw Connor drinking in the sight and licking his lips. With renewed confidence he stood naked and proud in front of Connor, hands on hips and regarded him with a wry expression.
“If you just wanted to see me naked you could have just asked you know.”
“No. I want so much more than that. Lie down. Hands above your head.”
Becker obliged him once again, lying on his back, arms above his head, legs splayed over the sides of the short bench so his feet rested on the floor. Suddenly Connor was straddling him at the waist. The EMD was on the ground and the handcuffs were being quickly looped around the bar at the top of the weight’s bench and then a cuff secured around each of his wrists, the keys dropped to the floor. Connor grinned down at Becker; an old Connor grin again. The one he gave when he was pleased with himself about something.
Becker allowed himself a smile in return. “You’re looking pretty pleased with yourself up there.”
“Why wouldn’t I? I’ve got a gorgeous naked soldier boy all tied up and defenceless under me.”
And suddenly Becker got it. Got why Connor was doing this. after a year of being at the bottom of the food chain he needed to be in control; take charge; have someone else at his mercy; see the look of fear and apprehension in someone else’s eyes, not his own for once. Becker understood completely now. It was something he had felt himself and his heart clenched suddenly knowing that it was an honour that Connor trusted him enough, wanted him enough, for him to be the one he turned to for it. Inside Becker relaxed completely, knowing he was safe, but he’d play the game for Connor’s sake.
“So now you have me all defenceless, what do you plan to do to me?” he asked, trying to add a note of trepidation to his voice.
Connor leant over and picked up the EMD again. “I told you, I’m going to help you learn to like this.”
Becker tensed, his worry no longer faked. “Connor, as much as I mock, they are not toys. They really pack a punch.”
“Unless you’re a genius like me and have fiddled with it.” Connor laid the gun on Becker’s chest and nonchalantly reached into his back pocket, pulling out a full bottle of lube. He flicked open the cap and picked up the gun again. Holding the bottle high above Becker’s chest Connor squeezed, pouring lube all over Becker’s torso. He continued talking in the same easy, conversational manner. “Have you ever heard of erotic electro stimulation? It’s when a small electric current is passed over the skin, into the muscle. It gives a pleasant tingle, not quite a shock, but it gets the nerve endings pretty excited. It occurred to me that if one of these babies had the voltage reduced low enough, it would be perfect.”
As he had been talking Connor had stopped pouring and started slicking the lube over Becker’s chest. Becker’s breath hitched as Connor finished speaking and looked up to meet his eyes, silently seeking permission to continue. Becker granted it with a brief nod of his head and a breathy huff. Connor leaned forward and carefully planted an almost chaste kiss on Becker’s lips before murmuring “Red and yellow still?”, referring to their old safe words.
“Red and yellow” Becker replied, knowing that he had to voice his agreement. Connor sat back on him again and Becker was suddenly struck by the fact that that was the first kiss they had shared. The first thing that could be considered an intimate moment, despite the position they were now in. He would let Connor have this now, but afterwards they were going to be doing some serious talking.
Then suddenly Becker stopped thinking as a low hum came from the EMD in Connor’s hand. He shivered as he felt the muzzle trail down his chest then suddenly he felt his muscles constrict as a charge hit him, sending his nerve endings crazy. He gasped.
“Good?” asked Connor, a smirk on his face.
Becker could only nod.
“It will get better.”
Becker lay still hands clenched around the cuffs above his head as the muzzle continued to track along his skin, Connor pulling the trigger occasionally, sending pulses of electricity through his body. Becker writhed and moaned as his whole body became one tingling sensation. His skin felt alive, his muscles trembled and his nerve endings sparked.
Looking up he could see the lust filled expression on Connor’s face and the obvious bulge in his tight trousers. Connor kept moving the EMD across his body, electricity pulsing into his chest, abdomen and down his sides.
“More?” Connor asked.
Becker nodded breathlessly and Connor trailed the muzzle up his chest and circled Becker’s right nipple. Becker bit his lip in anticipation and his back arched off the bench as the current hit the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“God.” he gasped and looked up to see Connor grinning down at him. Connor trailed the EMD across his body again, pulsing more mini shocks into him until he reached Becker’s left nipple. He paused, muzzle in place and Becker lifted his head again.
“What are you waiting for?” he demanded. He was answered with a smirk and then the sensation he had been waiting for. His back arched off the bench again. Connor leaned forward and suddenly hot lips were on his, searching, demanding, taking, but with an edge of desperation. Becker was finding it hard to keep up with the sudden changes in mood and tempo but gave Conner everything he was asking for; everything he needed.
Connor pulled back when they were both breathless. He stood, swinging his leg over Becker’s body to stand to one side. He placed the gun on the bench between Becker’s splayed thighs and tugged the clingy blue top over his head, throwing it to the floor. Becker stared at his body. While Connor had always been slim his body was something entirely different now. It was completely lean, every curve was muscle, toned and sustained by a way of life that didn’t allow for fat or anything but the peak of physical fitness.
He watched as Connor next attacked the fastenings of his jeans, pushing them to the floor with his underwear in one movement. Becker kept his head up so he could drink in Connor’s obvious arousal as Connor moved swiftly back to the bench. He dropped to his knees at the end of the bench and picked up the bottle of lube again.
“Think you can handle some more Soldier?” he asked. Becker nodded, lost for words momentarily and Connor’s lube slicked hands were suddenly stroking up and down his thighs, smearing the thick liquid all over them.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear that.”
“Yes more. Give me mo…” Becker was cut off as Connor’s hands suddenly moved to his leaking, hard cock, ensuring it too was coated in a layer of lube. Becker tried to thrust up into the touch, but then the hands were moving, coating his balls and perineum too. Becker groaned at the sensations, needing to be touched more but at the same time not wanting anything to stop.
“Put your feet on tip toe.” Connor instructed. Becker complied and soon Connor’s hands were smearing lube over his arse. He shuddered as a finger circled his hole before slipping inside.
Connor’s head fell forward. “God I’ve missed that.” Becker looked up, the change in tone of voice catching him off guard. Then Connor’s head came up again, the moment gone. He added a second lubed finger inside and started to twist and stretch the resisting muscle. Soon a third finger was added and it was all Becker could do to keep his legs up in that position. Connor gave a final twist of his fingers, eliciting a gasp from Becker, before removing them and putting gentle pressure on Becker’s knees to push his feet flat to the floor again.
Still kneeling on the ground Connor picked up the EMD again and traced the muzzle up Becker’s right thigh. He prepared himself for the sensation against the sensitive skin there but still gasped when the electricity hit him. The pleasure sparked through him again. He writhed on the bench, pulling against his restraints, as the EMD played over his thighs making them twitch with pleasure. Then he felt the muzzle press against his perineum and he cried out as intense pleasure hit him.
“If you think that was good, wait for this.” and the gun was moved upwards.
“No, nnnnno.” Becker whimpered altogether unconvincingly, but he didn’t use either of their graded code words so Connor continued. He pressed the EMD’s muzzle against Becker’s testes and squeezed the trigger.
“Fuck!” Becker called out, his body arching off the bench. Connor didn’t give him time to recover before moving further up and aiming a pulse of electricity against the base of Becker’s cock. He cried out again, wordlessly this time and Connor kept the pace going. He ran the muzzle up Becker’s hard, leaking cock, the electric pulses setting his nerve endings alight with blissful sensations. Then the EMD reached the head of his cock and one final pulse caused him to come with a scream, his whole body arching of the bench as come jetted onto his stomach.
Before he had a chance to come to his senses, Connor had dropped the gun and picked up the bottle of lube. He quickly slicked his cock and then grabbed Becker’s legs under the knees, pushing his thighs back against his chest. Connor was up against his hole, pushing into him, forcing his way inside and Becker relaxed to let him.
Connor thrust erratically into him, his mouth struggling to reach Becker’s. Becker tilted his head to let himself be caught in a frenetic, messy kiss. Connor’s thrusts continued, urgent and needy until Becker felt the other man’s body stiffen as he was gripped by his orgasm. Connor released Becker’s thighs and dropped heavily onto his body. Becker quickly whispered “cuffs” into his ear and Connor roused himself enough to pick the key up and reached to unlock him. He kept his face carefully away from Becker’s gaze, but as Becker finally got to circle his arms around Connor his lover’s body shook against him. Becker held tight, determined to never let go again.
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Date: 2011-01-05 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-05 03:45 pm (UTC)I'm sorry I have to say this, but I'm glad you got ill, because this was one hot fic *fans self*
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Date: 2011-01-05 07:01 pm (UTC)I'll be in my bunk.
This is totally what I thought of when I first saw the EMDs. Well. More or less.no subject
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Date: 2011-01-05 08:18 pm (UTC)I can see we're going to have some fun with these new guns *g*
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Date: 2011-01-05 09:34 pm (UTC)Guh!
That was so stinking HOT! *Flails*
*keels over in absolute delight!*
Electro play is a particular kink that I totally love. Especially when combined with bondage.
That was great. *flails* *Rereads* *flails some more*
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Date: 2011-01-05 10:37 pm (UTC)I will never look at those guns in the same way again.
And the moment when Connor cracked a little as he fingered him, wow, that was adorably powerful.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
*claps delightedly*
*goes for a cold shower*
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Date: 2011-01-06 12:08 am (UTC)*fans self*
*melts*
*revives*
Hot, sexy, sweet & angsty... and begging for a sequel ;D
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