Primeval drabbles
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jooles34Another ten drabbles for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
primeval100's 200 challenge.
With this batch I caught up with all the prompts I missed from when I started and there are a few more requests thrown in too.
Tones mix from silly to dark with some sex and angst thrown in. One is a follow up to my post S4 fic Breaking Temple. In an effort to not focus quite so much on Lester/Connor I seem to have gone Becker heavy...
Feel free to pic a number between 1 and 176 for more. If the number's already gone, I'll go for the next highest.
For all:
Fandom: Primeval
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Title: Carpooling
Characters: Connor/Lester
Rating/warnings: 15 M/M
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for prompt 'Planes trains and automobiles'
Lester sat in his car, looking over towards the ARC’s main building. He had today elected to park as far away as possible; there were some things no one needed to see.
He surveyed his surroundings. All that was spread out before him was his. He controlled and commanded all.
He tugged on Connor’s hair.
“There’s no one looking you can come up now.”
Connor lifted his head from Lester’s lap, a grin on his face as he licked away the last traces of come on his lips.
“You have to admit the journey to work is more fun now.”
Title: Picnic
Characters: Ryan/Stephen
Rating/warnings: 18 M/M
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for prompt 'Dining out'
Ryan laughed and put up an ineffectual struggle against Stephen’s attempts to unbuckle and remove his trousers.
“What are you doing? We’re supposed to be out for a picnic; doing that stuff that normal couples do when they have time off, like you wanted.”
“This is a picnic.” said Stephen, with a wicked grin as he managed to rid Ryan of his trousers and roll him over. “We’re in a secluded spot, I have you all spread out on a checked rug and,” he lowered his mouth to Ryan’s arse, “I am about to indulge in some al fresco dining!”
Title: First Night
Characters: Lester/(Connor)
Rating/warnings: PG - not Denial friendly
Spoilers: Refers to events in season 3 and between 3 and 4
AN: Written for prompt 'Anniversary'
Lester had spent all day obstinately ignoring the date. He had spent it in meetings, buried himself in paperwork, anything to distract. He felt bad about avoiding Becker all day, but needs must.
But home alone there was no escaping it. A year ago Cutter had died, murdered by the monster his wife had become.
And that evening he had shared his bed with Connor for the first time. He’d held him in his arms all night as he had sobbed and slept fitfully.
The next morning they had discovered each other’s bodies, exploring, revelling in being alive.
But now…
Title: Fussing
Characters: Connor/Becker
Rating/warnings: PG
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for prompt 'Somebody to lean on'
“Stop whinging.”
“I am not whinging. I do not whinge.”
“Ha!” Connor retorted.
“I do not need fussing over.”
“Beck, this isn’t fussing. This is fussing.” Connor grinned and making ‘there there’ noises reached out to ruffle Becker’s hair. He was ruthlessly slapped away.
Connor laughed and retreated. “Seriously though, your leg’s going to take a while to heal, you refused to bring the crutches home, so you either use me to help you get around or...well…you don’t expect me to wait on you hand and foot do you?”
Connor’s smile faded as Becker’s face took on a contemplative look.
Title: Side Effects
Characters: Connor/Lester
Rating/warnings: PG
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for prompt 'Reservations'
“Did you know I’ve never been to Sweden? All these years and never. Been. To. Sweden.”
Connor lay Lester down on the bed with a frown.
“James, what exactly did they say the pain killers’ side effects could be?”
“Pish and tiffle. What side effects? I’m fine.” Connor ducked the hand that waved vaguely in his direction.
“You know what they have done though? They’ve given me the raging horn. You’re bloody gorgeous. Come here.”
Connor squeaked and took a step back. “Um, Lester, you know how I say you are too reserved sometimes? Well, I think I miss that.”
Title: Nightmares
Characters: Connor
Rating/warnings: PG bit icky
Spoilers: Little one for end of season 4
AN: Written for reggietate prompt 'Haunted'
AN2: This is a follow up to my post season 4 fic Breaking Temple
Connor thrashes in his sleep, fists clenching. His head rocks from side to side and his legs tense and spasm.
His flesh is cold and goosebumped, yet pours with sweat. It clings to his face, causing his hair to stick to his head.
But that is nothing compared to the tumult in his head.
He can taste, smell and feel the blood. Some of it's theirs, splattered on the wall, carried by the velocity of the bullets. Some of it is his, still trickling down his legs and clinging to his hands.
He really shouldn’t have got into that car.
Title: Persistance Pays
Characters: Becker/Danny
Rating/warnings: PG
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for prompt 'Persistence'
He was there everyday, constantly following him with his eyes.
Stepping out from the showers; changing at the start of shift; shedding ruined clothes after a mission, he was there.
His eyes were hungry and his mouth filthy. When circumstances led to them being alone, he’d have torrents of words whispered into his ear; the things he would do, they ways he would hurt, the ways he would pleasure.
Finally he just wanted it to be over, wanted to pressure to stop. He yielded, capitulated completely and Danny’s smile was knowing as
Becker finally climbed into the car with him.
Title: Fake Photos
Characters: Becker/?
Rating/warnings: PG
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fredbassett from this picture prompt
Becker hated having his picture taken. Years of family portraits, pictures for Christmas cards, the society round-ups.
And then there were the “do’s” he was dragged to; posed next to the latest available socialite he forced a practiced smile, making his face feel as fake as the rest of his life.
It didn’t even stop after he’d joined the army, then they just had a uniform to make him perform in.
Photographs were simply memories of fake moments.
Until now. The arms round him now pulled a genuine smile to his lips as the camera clicked in front of them.
Title: Fancy Dress Party
Characters: Connor, Abby, Becker
Rating/warnings: PG
Spoilers: None
AN: Written fortelperion_15 prompt 'Captain Becker'
Abby and Connor giggled as they left the loft.
They giggled in the Mini en route to the party.
Catching sight of each other as they stepped out of the car they erupted into giggles once more. They composed themselves and entered the room where they knew all their friends would already be.
They made their entrance and stood by the door, adopting the most menacing looks they could.
Giggles spread through the group as their friends took in the slicked down hair, matching tack vests, tight black trousers and shotguns.
Becker turned and saw them. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
Title: Breaking
Characters: Becker/Wilder
Rating/warnings: 18 - Pissing non con
Spoilers: None
AN: Written fordeinonychus_1 prompt 'Freedom', content written to pander to fredbassett *g*
Becker knelt naked, head lowered, hands bound behind him. His hair fell messy and unkempt, blood trickling down his cheek.
“How long have you been here now Becker? It’s six weeks in case you have lost count. But it’s not long enough. You will remain here until your notion of freedom is lost.”
Becker didn’t move as Wilder lowered his zip and stepped closer. He remained still as the Captain unleashed a stream of warm piss on his face. Then, wordlessly he leant forward, eyes stinging, until his face touched the floor, unflinching as Wilder’s cock breeched his unprepared arse.
primeval100's 200 challenge.With this batch I caught up with all the prompts I missed from when I started and there are a few more requests thrown in too.
Tones mix from silly to dark with some sex and angst thrown in. One is a follow up to my post S4 fic Breaking Temple. In an effort to not focus quite so much on Lester/Connor I seem to have gone Becker heavy...
Feel free to pic a number between 1 and 176 for more. If the number's already gone, I'll go for the next highest.
For all:
Fandom: Primeval
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Title: Carpooling
Characters: Connor/Lester
Rating/warnings: 15 M/M
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for prompt 'Planes trains and automobiles'
Lester sat in his car, looking over towards the ARC’s main building. He had today elected to park as far away as possible; there were some things no one needed to see.
He surveyed his surroundings. All that was spread out before him was his. He controlled and commanded all.
He tugged on Connor’s hair.
“There’s no one looking you can come up now.”
Connor lifted his head from Lester’s lap, a grin on his face as he licked away the last traces of come on his lips.
“You have to admit the journey to work is more fun now.”
Title: Picnic
Characters: Ryan/Stephen
Rating/warnings: 18 M/M
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for prompt 'Dining out'
Ryan laughed and put up an ineffectual struggle against Stephen’s attempts to unbuckle and remove his trousers.
“What are you doing? We’re supposed to be out for a picnic; doing that stuff that normal couples do when they have time off, like you wanted.”
“This is a picnic.” said Stephen, with a wicked grin as he managed to rid Ryan of his trousers and roll him over. “We’re in a secluded spot, I have you all spread out on a checked rug and,” he lowered his mouth to Ryan’s arse, “I am about to indulge in some al fresco dining!”
Title: First Night
Characters: Lester/(Connor)
Rating/warnings: PG - not Denial friendly
Spoilers: Refers to events in season 3 and between 3 and 4
AN: Written for prompt 'Anniversary'
Lester had spent all day obstinately ignoring the date. He had spent it in meetings, buried himself in paperwork, anything to distract. He felt bad about avoiding Becker all day, but needs must.
But home alone there was no escaping it. A year ago Cutter had died, murdered by the monster his wife had become.
And that evening he had shared his bed with Connor for the first time. He’d held him in his arms all night as he had sobbed and slept fitfully.
The next morning they had discovered each other’s bodies, exploring, revelling in being alive.
But now…
Title: Fussing
Characters: Connor/Becker
Rating/warnings: PG
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for prompt 'Somebody to lean on'
“Stop whinging.”
“I am not whinging. I do not whinge.”
“Ha!” Connor retorted.
“I do not need fussing over.”
“Beck, this isn’t fussing. This is fussing.” Connor grinned and making ‘there there’ noises reached out to ruffle Becker’s hair. He was ruthlessly slapped away.
Connor laughed and retreated. “Seriously though, your leg’s going to take a while to heal, you refused to bring the crutches home, so you either use me to help you get around or...well…you don’t expect me to wait on you hand and foot do you?”
Connor’s smile faded as Becker’s face took on a contemplative look.
Title: Side Effects
Characters: Connor/Lester
Rating/warnings: PG
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for prompt 'Reservations'
“Did you know I’ve never been to Sweden? All these years and never. Been. To. Sweden.”
Connor lay Lester down on the bed with a frown.
“James, what exactly did they say the pain killers’ side effects could be?”
“Pish and tiffle. What side effects? I’m fine.” Connor ducked the hand that waved vaguely in his direction.
“You know what they have done though? They’ve given me the raging horn. You’re bloody gorgeous. Come here.”
Connor squeaked and took a step back. “Um, Lester, you know how I say you are too reserved sometimes? Well, I think I miss that.”
Title: Nightmares
Characters: Connor
Rating/warnings: PG bit icky
Spoilers: Little one for end of season 4
AN: Written for reggietate prompt 'Haunted'
AN2: This is a follow up to my post season 4 fic Breaking Temple
Connor thrashes in his sleep, fists clenching. His head rocks from side to side and his legs tense and spasm.
His flesh is cold and goosebumped, yet pours with sweat. It clings to his face, causing his hair to stick to his head.
But that is nothing compared to the tumult in his head.
He can taste, smell and feel the blood. Some of it's theirs, splattered on the wall, carried by the velocity of the bullets. Some of it is his, still trickling down his legs and clinging to his hands.
He really shouldn’t have got into that car.
Title: Persistance Pays
Characters: Becker/Danny
Rating/warnings: PG
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for prompt 'Persistence'
He was there everyday, constantly following him with his eyes.
Stepping out from the showers; changing at the start of shift; shedding ruined clothes after a mission, he was there.
His eyes were hungry and his mouth filthy. When circumstances led to them being alone, he’d have torrents of words whispered into his ear; the things he would do, they ways he would hurt, the ways he would pleasure.
Finally he just wanted it to be over, wanted to pressure to stop. He yielded, capitulated completely and Danny’s smile was knowing as
Becker finally climbed into the car with him.
Title: Fake Photos
Characters: Becker/?
Rating/warnings: PG
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for
fredbassett from this picture prompt Becker hated having his picture taken. Years of family portraits, pictures for Christmas cards, the society round-ups.
And then there were the “do’s” he was dragged to; posed next to the latest available socialite he forced a practiced smile, making his face feel as fake as the rest of his life.
It didn’t even stop after he’d joined the army, then they just had a uniform to make him perform in.
Photographs were simply memories of fake moments.
Until now. The arms round him now pulled a genuine smile to his lips as the camera clicked in front of them.
Title: Fancy Dress Party
Characters: Connor, Abby, Becker
Rating/warnings: PG
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for
telperion_15 prompt 'Captain Becker'Abby and Connor giggled as they left the loft.
They giggled in the Mini en route to the party.
Catching sight of each other as they stepped out of the car they erupted into giggles once more. They composed themselves and entered the room where they knew all their friends would already be.
They made their entrance and stood by the door, adopting the most menacing looks they could.
Giggles spread through the group as their friends took in the slicked down hair, matching tack vests, tight black trousers and shotguns.
Becker turned and saw them. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
Title: Breaking
Characters: Becker/Wilder
Rating/warnings: 18 - Pissing non con
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for
deinonychus_1 prompt 'Freedom', content written to pander to fredbassett *g*Becker knelt naked, head lowered, hands bound behind him. His hair fell messy and unkempt, blood trickling down his cheek.
“How long have you been here now Becker? It’s six weeks in case you have lost count. But it’s not long enough. You will remain here until your notion of freedom is lost.”
Becker didn’t move as Wilder lowered his zip and stepped closer. He remained still as the Captain unleashed a stream of warm piss on his face. Then, wordlessly he leant forward, eyes stinging, until his face touched the floor, unflinching as Wilder’s cock breeched his unprepared arse.
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Date: 2011-03-05 04:17 am (UTC)(Hope things are going okay for you)
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Date: 2011-03-05 02:16 am (UTC)(I think you might have mistagged 'Breaking' though, should be Becker/Wilder!)
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Date: 2011-03-05 04:20 am (UTC)*cough* mistag? What mistag? Thanks :o)
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Date: 2011-03-05 07:54 am (UTC)PISSING! Yay! He'll get gonorrhea in his eyes *pets him*
LOL @ the fancy dress!! HAHAHAHA ♥
Mmm, I like Ryan's picnic *veg*
Oh, Lester! So much yum! Loved the first one, and LMAO at spaced-out unreserved!Lester. Poor Connor *g*
The Danny/Becker is so damn hot! rrrrrrr
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Date: 2011-03-06 10:01 pm (UTC)Thanks lovely, really pleased you liked these.
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Date: 2011-03-05 09:32 am (UTC)Hard to pick a favourite
well, apart from the pissing, obviously, but I loved a drugged up Lester, and your Becker is always awesome, and so is your Lester, and not forgetting your Stephen/Ryan and.. and... hell, they were ALL great!!!no subject
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Date: 2011-03-06 10:05 pm (UTC)Thanks, glad you liked these.
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Date: 2011-03-06 10:08 pm (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2011-03-06 10:16 am (UTC)And giggled uncontrollably at the fancy dress!
Brilliant set of drabbles.
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Date: 2011-03-26 11:54 am (UTC)////They’ve given me the raging horn////
*falls about laughing*
Love the end line of the Ryan/Stephen one, and the Becker ones.