Fic, Silk and Steel, Part 40
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fredbassettTitle : Silk and Steel, Part 40
Authors : fredbassett & munchkinofdoom
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Lester/Ryan, Becker, Thomson, Lorraine Wickes, Connor, Cutter, Abby
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not ours, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : 3.01.
Summary : The team return from an anomaly at the British Museum and Lester decides Captain Becker needs to learn the meaning of the word respect.
A/N : Captain Thomson appears by kind permission of our resident Cretaceous Era Therapod.deinonychus_1
Warning : Slave!fic!
An anomaly in the middle of the night, at the British Museum of all unlikely places, had done nothing to improve Lester’s temper. Fortunately, the creature incursion had been relatively easily contained, and he was certain that London wouldn’t notice the loss of one of its many traffic wardens.
The incident had been attended by Captain Ryan, taking with him Becker and his men on their first mission, while Thomson remained behind to make a nuisance of himself in the ARC. Jenny Lewis had been hastily dispatched to address the public relations challenges posed by a crocodilian deity having graced central London with its presence. She had also spent some time curbing Cutter’s natural tendency towards imparting rather more information than was strictly necessary to anyone that came within his orbit. However, the promise of a large research grant, coupled with the threat of forcible indenture, appeared to have been enough to encourage silence in the unfortunate Egyptologist caught up in the action.
If things carried on in this vein, Lester foresaw Whitehall taking a dim view of their current over-expenditure. He would have to task Leek with the job of billing this operation back to the Met. It was time the little toad started to pay for his upkeep.
Down in the atrium, Connor Temple continued to work on his replacement Anomaly Detection Device, heedless of the teams of workmen busily fitting replacement glass panels in the various offices and labs. Lester began to wonder if the young man had actually slept at all in the last 48 hours. Probably not, if the progress he was making was anything to go by.
Lester strolled casually down the ramp and surveyed the tangle of wires connecting the various screens. “Progress, Mr Temple?”
Connor nodded vigorously. “Tomorrow morning, at the latest.” His dark eyes looked black against the pale face skin of someone who spent far too much time in front of a computer screen, and equally dark shadows lay underneath them. Not so much bags as rucksacks.
Lester nodded, watching the enthusiasm with which the young man promptly went back to his task. He glanced over at the female soldier who appeared to have joined the ranks of his assistants, and muttered, “Make sure he gets some sleep tonight.”
“Captain Thomson ordered him to work through the night, sir,” she replied, her face expressionless.
“How very … diligent of him,” purred Lester.
The sound of the main doors to the car park opening drew Lester’s attention. He watched Cutter stride in, talking animatedly, followed by Hart in his usual position to one side and slightly behind, a large rifle slung casually over his shoulder. Next to him stalked Abby Maitland, clearly furious about something, her eyebrows drawn together in a hard line.
Ryan followed them, his expression equally dark. Behind him walked Captain Becker, a slightly superior expression on the man’s handsome face, and, as ever, with not a hair out of place.
The older captain made his way straight over to Lester, snapped off a crisp salute, then sank easily to his knees, head slightly bowed.
Lester watched with amusement as Cutter’s eyes widened slightly. More proof, if it were needed, that this Cutter really was unfamiliar with the workings of the System. No matter how much exposure the Eccentric Academic had to this world, he clearly still found it hard to come to grips with the reality of Indenture.
However, such a public display of humility from Ryan was rare, which piqued Lester’s interest. He suspected the newcomers had managed to do something to incur Ryan’s displeasure, and the look Maitland shot at Becker confirmed that.
The younger soldier stood at ease, watching Ryan with an expression that could only be described as aloof.
“Report, Captain,” said Lester, deciding to ignore Becker for the moment.
“Incident contained, master. Miss Lewis is dealing with the Museum Director and will return when the paperwork has been signed. There was one fatality, as you know. Luckily it was all over before the rush hour started, so there were few witnesses.”
“And the Museum?”
Ryan grinned. “They’ll probably have fun trying to claim on their insurance for a few items, but it could have been worse.”
Knowing the soldier’s tendency towards understatement, Lester pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ll expect a full report in person in my office in ten minutes, Ryan. You may rise.”
The captain bowed his head in acknowledgment and came to his feet in a well-practised movement.
Lester watched as a disdainful smile curved Becker’s lips. With a curt movement of his head, he dismissed the younger captain, who finally had the good sense to salute before turning on his heel and disappearing in the direction of the armoury.
“Trigger-happy moron,” muttered Abby Maitland, grimly.
Lester raised one eyebrow in polite enquiry.
“Shoots first, asks questions later and doesn’t listen,” Cutter amplified. “We’ve become used to better.”
“Oh dear, oh dear, do tell me all about it in your report,” soothed Lester. “Now if you’ll excuse me …”
Ten minutes later, punctual for once, Ryan arrived, sinking to his knees again with a grace that never failed to send an appreciative tingle through Lester’s groin.
“So, what has Pin-Up Boy done to annoy our resident pixie?”
“He emptied a clip into the creature as it was clearly heading back to its own time.”
“How wasteful. Did he damage it?”
“Not as much as he’d hoped,” grinned Ryan, who then proceeded to deliver one of his admirably succinct reports.
Lester heard him out, then fired off a few questions, ending with, “He said what on the subject of obeisance?”
“He said he doesn’t kneel, sir.”
Lester’s smile turned wolfish. “And did he?”
“Only under protest, sir, but Dr Page was most insistent on the subject of proper respect due to a deity. And Professor Cutter led by example.”
“That I would like to have seen,” said Lester, with amusement. “So, our immaculate Captain Becker considers himself to be above such gestures of respect, does he?” He picked up the telephone on his desk and said, “Lorraine, would you be so kind as to summon Captain Becker, please.”
A moment later the words, ‘Captain Becker to Sir James’ office immediately’ echoed from the tannoy system around the ARC. The lack of the word ‘please’ was noticeable, and Lester smiled approvingly. He was rapidly coming to the conclusion that, Section 42 or not, Thomson and his men needed some instruction in their correct place in the pecking order. Becker’s lack of respect in the atrium hadn’t gone unnoticed. It was now time to remedy that.
The captain’s face, when he appeared, was guarded. He had clearly taken the time to shower and change, and his damp hair was neatly combed. He favoured Lester with a salute, contrived to ignore Ryan, then stood at ease without receiving the appropriate command. A brief glance at his Head of Security told Lester all he needed to know. The man appeared relaxed, standing to one side of Lester’s desk, but there was a stiffness in the soldier’s neck that told Lester all he needed to know.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, Captain Becker?”
To James Lester’s amusement, the man actually looked puzzled. “Sir?”
“Master!” snapped Lester.
Becker’s eyes went from wary to angry in a heartbeat.
Ryan’s hand dropped to the gun holstered at his thigh in an unmistakeable gesture.
The younger captain’s posture radiated hostility.
Lester leant back in his chair, surveying the scene. Of the two men, Becker was maybe an inch or so taller, but there was something in Ryan’s stance that commanded instant respect. Or should have done. He was neither particularly tall, nor particularly broad, but the black combat uniform concealed an impressive musculature, one that Lester was all too familiar with, and he knew that if Becker so much as threatened violence, he’d find himself face down on the parquet flooring with a knee in his back. Or alternatively bleeding and dead, depending on how seriously Ryan viewed the threat.
“I think it’s time you were taught the meaning of the word respect, Becker,” said Lester, with a smile that would have stopped a Nile crocodile, or even an Egyptian deity, in its tracks. “Ryan?”
“With pleasure, master,” said Ryan, his eyes not leaving Becker’s face for an instant. “Remember what you said in the Museum, Captain Becker?”
To his amusement, Lester detected a faint hint of red creeping up the younger man’s neck.
Becker made the twin mistakes of both meeting Ryan’s grey eyes and failing to hide the hint of challenge in his own gaze. Ryan held the other man’s eyes and quite simply stared Becker down.
“I’m waiting for your answer, Captain.”
“I remember,” said Becker, mutinously, managing to sound like a sulky schoolboy rather than a Special Forces captain.
“Would you care to repeat it for your master’s benefit?” Ryan’s voice lingered on the word ‘master’ and Lester’s cock began to show its appreciation.
Becker’s second attempt to stare Ryan down met with even less success than the first.
“I said, ‘I don’t kneel,’” said Becker, in a low voice that could easily be described as petulant.
“The Professor had to tell you twice, didn’t he?”
Lester watched Becker’s collar shift as the young captain swallowed heavily. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Ryan’s voice cracked like a whip in the silence.
“Yes, sir.” The honorific was clearly delivered grudgingly and Lester began to wonder about Becker’s sense of self-preservation.
“You really should have said that a lot earlier, you know,” commented Lester. “Captain Ryan isn’t going to be satisfied with that now. He’s had a difficult day, Becker, and you clearly haven’t improved matters. I don’t know what they teach you in Section 42, Captain, but Captain Ryan is the ranking military officer in this facility and he has my complete confidence.”
The words were the verbal equivalent of taking Ryan off the leash, and Lester knew it. He tilted his leather chair backwards and surveyed the two men with a speculative expression.
In the outer office, Lorraine had clearly given up any pretence of work and had tilted her computer screen at the correct angle to enable her to watch the scene unfolding behind her. Judging by what Lester had gathered of the newcomer’s arrogance, she was clearly going to enjoy whatever came next.
Ryan continued to pin Becker down with his eyes. “You need a lesson in humility, Captain.”
Becker kept his eyes on the floor, but it was too little, too late.
“Kneel.” The instruction was delivered quietly, but with force.
Lester’s cock came to full hardness in response. Becker, however, remained unmoving.
Ryan remained relaxed, his expression unmoved. He did, however, flex the fingers of his right hand slightly where they rested on the grip of his pistol.
Slowly, reluctantly, as though forced down by an invisible hand, Becker sank down to one knee on the polished wooden flooring. Ryan favoured him with a feral smile and continued to compel the younger man to obedience with nothing more than the force of his personality.
Becker’s second knee met the floor.
Ryan’s stare remained flint-hard. Becker was now on eye-level with Ryan’s crotch, and the bulge in the black trousers would have been unmistakeable from there. Becker’s eyes widened as he began to realise what Ryan might have in store for him.
Lester’s own erection started to strain at his suit trousers and demand attention. Unconsciously, his hands started to tighten on the arms of his chair.
“Suck me.”
The words dropped like ice from Ryan’s lips and sent a jolt through Lester’s groin.
The blood slowly drained from Becker’s face, leaving him looking white and pinched. He opened his mouth to speak, then clearly thought better of it.
A moment later, Lester was distracted by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the outer office.
“Is Sir James expecting you, Captain Thomson?” asked Lorraine loudly.
Hope mingled with embarrassment fought for dominance on Becker’s face. After a brief and unequal struggle, hope lost.
“I have a report for him,” replied Thomson, in a voice that wouldn’t have sounded out of place delivering the evening news.
“Do come in,” called Lester.
Thomson strode into the room as if he owned it, and then came up short at the sight of his subordinate on his knees in front of Ryan. A look of uncertainty flickered across his normally impassive face. “I can come back if you’re busy, Sir James,” he remarked, earning himself points from Lester for a well-executed recovery.
Lester favoured Thomson with a benevolent smile. “You can stay and watch, if you’d prefer.”
“That won’t be necessary, sir. Shall I leave the report?” To Lester’s amusement two white spots of anger had appeared on Thomson’s cheeks.
“Lorraine will take care of it,” said Lester, dismissively. “She’ll let you know if anything else is needed.”
“Sir!” Thomson saluted smartly and beat a sharp retreat.
Hearing his one hope of salvation stalking back out into the corridor, Becker closed his eyes for a brief moment, before a look of resignation settled on his handsome face. It suited him far better than his earlier arrogance, Lester decided.
“In case you’ve forgotten, I said ‘suck me’,” remarked Ryan, in a tone that could best be described as conversational, but which contrived to be even more threatening, if that was possible, than his earlier command.
“Yes …” the hesitation was marked, but then the last vestige of Becker’s resistance crumbled. “Yes, sir.” The final word was spoken in a voice barely above a whisper, which sent a pleasant shiver of anticipation down Lester’s spine.
The young captain shuffled forward with as much dignity as he could muster until his face was scant inches from Ryan’s crotch. The older captain dropped his left hand to the fly of his combat trousers and drew the zip slowly down. His right had still rested on the butt of his Glock. Ryan freed his cock from the confines of his underwear and stared down at Becker.
Becker leaned forward, arms at his sides, eyes closed, and nervously ran his tongue round dry lips. Lester’s cock throbbed appreciatively as the young captain’s mouth made its first contact with Ryan’s body. A slight smile curved Ryan’s own lips as he stared down at the man who had attempted – whether consciously or not - to undermine both his own and his master’s authority.
Lester fought against the urge to take himself in hand as he watched the scene playing out in front of him.
Becker’s lips strained around Ryan’s cock and it was obvious from his hollowed cheeks that he was following the order he’d been given to the letter. His eyes remained closed and he was clearly contriving to breathe through his nose as he bent his head to the task of bringing Ryan to orgasm. Ryan’s own breathing was now fast and shallow and he appeared to be encountering some difficulty in remaining still.
The man on his knees drew back, eyes still closed, and swirled what was obviously a talented tongue round the head of Ryan’s cock. With a groan, Ryan reached out and ran both hands through Becker’s still-damp hair, holding the younger man’s head in place as he started to thrust into his mouth.
Lester watched the thin band of metal bob around Becker’s neck as he was forced to take Ryan ever more deeply. He could see Becker’s lips stretched over his teeth as Ryan began to ruthlessly fuck the other man’s mouth. Lester knew Ryan’s cock was hitting the back of Becker’s throat with every stoke, making him gag, but with Ryan’s fingers tangled tightly in his hair, there was no escape. Lester’s own cock throbbed distractingly in the confines of his silk boxers but, out of stubbornness, he kept both of his now-damp palms resting on the arms of his chair.
He could tell from the look of intense concentration on Ryan’s face that his Head of Security was approaching climax. Ryan’s long fingers gripped both sides of Becker’s face, allowing him no escape, then, with a barely audible gasp, Ryan thrust once more, emptying himself down the other man’s throat.
Becker’s hands reached up and he steadied himself on Ryan’s hips as he swallowed desperately. Ryan’s fingers combed through Becker’s hair as he pushed the younger man’s face down onto his groin as he continued to thrust raggedly through his orgasm.
As Lester watched a thin trail of Ryan’s come make its way down Becker’s chin, he felt heat pool in his belly as his balls tightened and without warning he spilled himself into his own clothing in spontaneous reaction to the sight of Ryan, balls deep in Becker’s mouth, as the young soldier frantically swallowed as much of Ryan’s semen as he could take.
Ryan’s hand stroked Becker’s face idly, and slid down to rest on the younger captain’s collar as Becker continued to nuzzle with what now appeared to be a degree of enthusiasm at Ryan’s softening cock. Eventually, Ryan’s hands trailed down to rest lightly on Becker’s shoulders.
Still breathing heavily, Becker sat back on his heels and finally opened his eyes, looking up from under long dark eyelashes that were almost a rival for Stephen Hart’s.
He was flushed and dazed, but even from where Lester was sitting, he could see that the young captain was definitely aroused. Ryan stared down at him and ran his fingers carefully through Becker’s hair, restoring it to something approaching its usual neatness.
“Thank you, sir.” The words were quietly spoken, but audible even to Lester.
With a languid movement, Ryan tucked himself back into his underwear and pulled the zip of his trousers up.
“Dismissed, Captain,” he said softly, running one hand a final time over Becker’s hair, a slight smile on his face.
Becker bowed his head, then came to his feet and saluted crisply, his eyes fixed firmly on Ryan’s boots.
Equally crisply, Ryan returned the salute.
Becker’s dark eyes widened in surprise and he met Ryan’s eyes for the first time since he’d gone to his knees in front of him. Ryan gave a small nod and got a half-smile in return. With growing confidence, the younger captain turned to face Lester, snapped off another immaculate salute, and then turned on his heel and left the office, under the watchful and approving eyes of Lester’s secretary.
As soon as the sound of the younger captain’s boots had faded, Ryan turned to face Lester, his grey eyes still hungry.
James Lester pushed his chair back away from the desk and let out a somewhat shaky breath. That was all the invitation Ryan needed, and in three quick steps he was on his knees in front of Lester, hands fumbling first at the button then at the zip of the suit trousers. With gentle but insistent fingers, Ryan drew Lester’s cock out, then pushed his shirt up and tugged at the waistband of his silk boxers pulling them down far enough to expose his master’s groin. Without hesitation, the soldier dipped his head, his tongue lapping eagerly at the mess on Lester’s stomach.
A warm mouth encircled his flaccid cock and Ryan started to suckle at him. With a groan, Lester ran his hands through the soldier’s short blond hair and he felt himself start to stir again under the other man’s ministrations. To his surprise, he was back to full hardness in moments. Ryan’s sinfully skilled mouth continued to work on him, tongue swirling round the head and teeth scraping lightly the way he knew Lester liked.
Ryan’s warm breath blew across his cock and his tongue teased at Lester’s slit, drawing a low moan in response to his probing. The soldier needed no lessons from Becker on how to suck cock and, in a matter of minutes, Sir James Lester hit his second climax of the morning, his pleasure peaking sharply as Ryan swallowed around him.
The captain sat back on his heels, a small trail of come at one corner of his mouth. Ryan lifted one hand and caught the drops with his finger, then carefully licked it clean, his grey eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Did you see the look on his face when you mentioned Section 42?”
Lester nodded thoughtfully, as he rearranged his clothing. “I think we can take that as confirmation of Stringer’s suspicions. There’s trouble brewing, Ryan, I can sense it.”
The soldier sighed. “So, situation normal, then, sir?”
Authors : fredbassett & munchkinofdoom
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Lester/Ryan, Becker, Thomson, Lorraine Wickes, Connor, Cutter, Abby
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not ours, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : 3.01.
Summary : The team return from an anomaly at the British Museum and Lester decides Captain Becker needs to learn the meaning of the word respect.
A/N : Captain Thomson appears by kind permission of our resident Cretaceous Era Therapod.
deinonychus_1 Warning : Slave!fic!
An anomaly in the middle of the night, at the British Museum of all unlikely places, had done nothing to improve Lester’s temper. Fortunately, the creature incursion had been relatively easily contained, and he was certain that London wouldn’t notice the loss of one of its many traffic wardens.
The incident had been attended by Captain Ryan, taking with him Becker and his men on their first mission, while Thomson remained behind to make a nuisance of himself in the ARC. Jenny Lewis had been hastily dispatched to address the public relations challenges posed by a crocodilian deity having graced central London with its presence. She had also spent some time curbing Cutter’s natural tendency towards imparting rather more information than was strictly necessary to anyone that came within his orbit. However, the promise of a large research grant, coupled with the threat of forcible indenture, appeared to have been enough to encourage silence in the unfortunate Egyptologist caught up in the action.
If things carried on in this vein, Lester foresaw Whitehall taking a dim view of their current over-expenditure. He would have to task Leek with the job of billing this operation back to the Met. It was time the little toad started to pay for his upkeep.
Down in the atrium, Connor Temple continued to work on his replacement Anomaly Detection Device, heedless of the teams of workmen busily fitting replacement glass panels in the various offices and labs. Lester began to wonder if the young man had actually slept at all in the last 48 hours. Probably not, if the progress he was making was anything to go by.
Lester strolled casually down the ramp and surveyed the tangle of wires connecting the various screens. “Progress, Mr Temple?”
Connor nodded vigorously. “Tomorrow morning, at the latest.” His dark eyes looked black against the pale face skin of someone who spent far too much time in front of a computer screen, and equally dark shadows lay underneath them. Not so much bags as rucksacks.
Lester nodded, watching the enthusiasm with which the young man promptly went back to his task. He glanced over at the female soldier who appeared to have joined the ranks of his assistants, and muttered, “Make sure he gets some sleep tonight.”
“Captain Thomson ordered him to work through the night, sir,” she replied, her face expressionless.
“How very … diligent of him,” purred Lester.
The sound of the main doors to the car park opening drew Lester’s attention. He watched Cutter stride in, talking animatedly, followed by Hart in his usual position to one side and slightly behind, a large rifle slung casually over his shoulder. Next to him stalked Abby Maitland, clearly furious about something, her eyebrows drawn together in a hard line.
Ryan followed them, his expression equally dark. Behind him walked Captain Becker, a slightly superior expression on the man’s handsome face, and, as ever, with not a hair out of place.
The older captain made his way straight over to Lester, snapped off a crisp salute, then sank easily to his knees, head slightly bowed.
Lester watched with amusement as Cutter’s eyes widened slightly. More proof, if it were needed, that this Cutter really was unfamiliar with the workings of the System. No matter how much exposure the Eccentric Academic had to this world, he clearly still found it hard to come to grips with the reality of Indenture.
However, such a public display of humility from Ryan was rare, which piqued Lester’s interest. He suspected the newcomers had managed to do something to incur Ryan’s displeasure, and the look Maitland shot at Becker confirmed that.
The younger soldier stood at ease, watching Ryan with an expression that could only be described as aloof.
“Report, Captain,” said Lester, deciding to ignore Becker for the moment.
“Incident contained, master. Miss Lewis is dealing with the Museum Director and will return when the paperwork has been signed. There was one fatality, as you know. Luckily it was all over before the rush hour started, so there were few witnesses.”
“And the Museum?”
Ryan grinned. “They’ll probably have fun trying to claim on their insurance for a few items, but it could have been worse.”
Knowing the soldier’s tendency towards understatement, Lester pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ll expect a full report in person in my office in ten minutes, Ryan. You may rise.”
The captain bowed his head in acknowledgment and came to his feet in a well-practised movement.
Lester watched as a disdainful smile curved Becker’s lips. With a curt movement of his head, he dismissed the younger captain, who finally had the good sense to salute before turning on his heel and disappearing in the direction of the armoury.
“Trigger-happy moron,” muttered Abby Maitland, grimly.
Lester raised one eyebrow in polite enquiry.
“Shoots first, asks questions later and doesn’t listen,” Cutter amplified. “We’ve become used to better.”
“Oh dear, oh dear, do tell me all about it in your report,” soothed Lester. “Now if you’ll excuse me …”
Ten minutes later, punctual for once, Ryan arrived, sinking to his knees again with a grace that never failed to send an appreciative tingle through Lester’s groin.
“So, what has Pin-Up Boy done to annoy our resident pixie?”
“He emptied a clip into the creature as it was clearly heading back to its own time.”
“How wasteful. Did he damage it?”
“Not as much as he’d hoped,” grinned Ryan, who then proceeded to deliver one of his admirably succinct reports.
Lester heard him out, then fired off a few questions, ending with, “He said what on the subject of obeisance?”
“He said he doesn’t kneel, sir.”
Lester’s smile turned wolfish. “And did he?”
“Only under protest, sir, but Dr Page was most insistent on the subject of proper respect due to a deity. And Professor Cutter led by example.”
“That I would like to have seen,” said Lester, with amusement. “So, our immaculate Captain Becker considers himself to be above such gestures of respect, does he?” He picked up the telephone on his desk and said, “Lorraine, would you be so kind as to summon Captain Becker, please.”
A moment later the words, ‘Captain Becker to Sir James’ office immediately’ echoed from the tannoy system around the ARC. The lack of the word ‘please’ was noticeable, and Lester smiled approvingly. He was rapidly coming to the conclusion that, Section 42 or not, Thomson and his men needed some instruction in their correct place in the pecking order. Becker’s lack of respect in the atrium hadn’t gone unnoticed. It was now time to remedy that.
The captain’s face, when he appeared, was guarded. He had clearly taken the time to shower and change, and his damp hair was neatly combed. He favoured Lester with a salute, contrived to ignore Ryan, then stood at ease without receiving the appropriate command. A brief glance at his Head of Security told Lester all he needed to know. The man appeared relaxed, standing to one side of Lester’s desk, but there was a stiffness in the soldier’s neck that told Lester all he needed to know.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, Captain Becker?”
To James Lester’s amusement, the man actually looked puzzled. “Sir?”
“Master!” snapped Lester.
Becker’s eyes went from wary to angry in a heartbeat.
Ryan’s hand dropped to the gun holstered at his thigh in an unmistakeable gesture.
The younger captain’s posture radiated hostility.
Lester leant back in his chair, surveying the scene. Of the two men, Becker was maybe an inch or so taller, but there was something in Ryan’s stance that commanded instant respect. Or should have done. He was neither particularly tall, nor particularly broad, but the black combat uniform concealed an impressive musculature, one that Lester was all too familiar with, and he knew that if Becker so much as threatened violence, he’d find himself face down on the parquet flooring with a knee in his back. Or alternatively bleeding and dead, depending on how seriously Ryan viewed the threat.
“I think it’s time you were taught the meaning of the word respect, Becker,” said Lester, with a smile that would have stopped a Nile crocodile, or even an Egyptian deity, in its tracks. “Ryan?”
“With pleasure, master,” said Ryan, his eyes not leaving Becker’s face for an instant. “Remember what you said in the Museum, Captain Becker?”
To his amusement, Lester detected a faint hint of red creeping up the younger man’s neck.
Becker made the twin mistakes of both meeting Ryan’s grey eyes and failing to hide the hint of challenge in his own gaze. Ryan held the other man’s eyes and quite simply stared Becker down.
“I’m waiting for your answer, Captain.”
“I remember,” said Becker, mutinously, managing to sound like a sulky schoolboy rather than a Special Forces captain.
“Would you care to repeat it for your master’s benefit?” Ryan’s voice lingered on the word ‘master’ and Lester’s cock began to show its appreciation.
Becker’s second attempt to stare Ryan down met with even less success than the first.
“I said, ‘I don’t kneel,’” said Becker, in a low voice that could easily be described as petulant.
“The Professor had to tell you twice, didn’t he?”
Lester watched Becker’s collar shift as the young captain swallowed heavily. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Ryan’s voice cracked like a whip in the silence.
“Yes, sir.” The honorific was clearly delivered grudgingly and Lester began to wonder about Becker’s sense of self-preservation.
“You really should have said that a lot earlier, you know,” commented Lester. “Captain Ryan isn’t going to be satisfied with that now. He’s had a difficult day, Becker, and you clearly haven’t improved matters. I don’t know what they teach you in Section 42, Captain, but Captain Ryan is the ranking military officer in this facility and he has my complete confidence.”
The words were the verbal equivalent of taking Ryan off the leash, and Lester knew it. He tilted his leather chair backwards and surveyed the two men with a speculative expression.
In the outer office, Lorraine had clearly given up any pretence of work and had tilted her computer screen at the correct angle to enable her to watch the scene unfolding behind her. Judging by what Lester had gathered of the newcomer’s arrogance, she was clearly going to enjoy whatever came next.
Ryan continued to pin Becker down with his eyes. “You need a lesson in humility, Captain.”
Becker kept his eyes on the floor, but it was too little, too late.
“Kneel.” The instruction was delivered quietly, but with force.
Lester’s cock came to full hardness in response. Becker, however, remained unmoving.
Ryan remained relaxed, his expression unmoved. He did, however, flex the fingers of his right hand slightly where they rested on the grip of his pistol.
Slowly, reluctantly, as though forced down by an invisible hand, Becker sank down to one knee on the polished wooden flooring. Ryan favoured him with a feral smile and continued to compel the younger man to obedience with nothing more than the force of his personality.
Becker’s second knee met the floor.
Ryan’s stare remained flint-hard. Becker was now on eye-level with Ryan’s crotch, and the bulge in the black trousers would have been unmistakeable from there. Becker’s eyes widened as he began to realise what Ryan might have in store for him.
Lester’s own erection started to strain at his suit trousers and demand attention. Unconsciously, his hands started to tighten on the arms of his chair.
“Suck me.”
The words dropped like ice from Ryan’s lips and sent a jolt through Lester’s groin.
The blood slowly drained from Becker’s face, leaving him looking white and pinched. He opened his mouth to speak, then clearly thought better of it.
A moment later, Lester was distracted by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the outer office.
“Is Sir James expecting you, Captain Thomson?” asked Lorraine loudly.
Hope mingled with embarrassment fought for dominance on Becker’s face. After a brief and unequal struggle, hope lost.
“I have a report for him,” replied Thomson, in a voice that wouldn’t have sounded out of place delivering the evening news.
“Do come in,” called Lester.
Thomson strode into the room as if he owned it, and then came up short at the sight of his subordinate on his knees in front of Ryan. A look of uncertainty flickered across his normally impassive face. “I can come back if you’re busy, Sir James,” he remarked, earning himself points from Lester for a well-executed recovery.
Lester favoured Thomson with a benevolent smile. “You can stay and watch, if you’d prefer.”
“That won’t be necessary, sir. Shall I leave the report?” To Lester’s amusement two white spots of anger had appeared on Thomson’s cheeks.
“Lorraine will take care of it,” said Lester, dismissively. “She’ll let you know if anything else is needed.”
“Sir!” Thomson saluted smartly and beat a sharp retreat.
Hearing his one hope of salvation stalking back out into the corridor, Becker closed his eyes for a brief moment, before a look of resignation settled on his handsome face. It suited him far better than his earlier arrogance, Lester decided.
“In case you’ve forgotten, I said ‘suck me’,” remarked Ryan, in a tone that could best be described as conversational, but which contrived to be even more threatening, if that was possible, than his earlier command.
“Yes …” the hesitation was marked, but then the last vestige of Becker’s resistance crumbled. “Yes, sir.” The final word was spoken in a voice barely above a whisper, which sent a pleasant shiver of anticipation down Lester’s spine.
The young captain shuffled forward with as much dignity as he could muster until his face was scant inches from Ryan’s crotch. The older captain dropped his left hand to the fly of his combat trousers and drew the zip slowly down. His right had still rested on the butt of his Glock. Ryan freed his cock from the confines of his underwear and stared down at Becker.
Becker leaned forward, arms at his sides, eyes closed, and nervously ran his tongue round dry lips. Lester’s cock throbbed appreciatively as the young captain’s mouth made its first contact with Ryan’s body. A slight smile curved Ryan’s own lips as he stared down at the man who had attempted – whether consciously or not - to undermine both his own and his master’s authority.
Lester fought against the urge to take himself in hand as he watched the scene playing out in front of him.
Becker’s lips strained around Ryan’s cock and it was obvious from his hollowed cheeks that he was following the order he’d been given to the letter. His eyes remained closed and he was clearly contriving to breathe through his nose as he bent his head to the task of bringing Ryan to orgasm. Ryan’s own breathing was now fast and shallow and he appeared to be encountering some difficulty in remaining still.
The man on his knees drew back, eyes still closed, and swirled what was obviously a talented tongue round the head of Ryan’s cock. With a groan, Ryan reached out and ran both hands through Becker’s still-damp hair, holding the younger man’s head in place as he started to thrust into his mouth.
Lester watched the thin band of metal bob around Becker’s neck as he was forced to take Ryan ever more deeply. He could see Becker’s lips stretched over his teeth as Ryan began to ruthlessly fuck the other man’s mouth. Lester knew Ryan’s cock was hitting the back of Becker’s throat with every stoke, making him gag, but with Ryan’s fingers tangled tightly in his hair, there was no escape. Lester’s own cock throbbed distractingly in the confines of his silk boxers but, out of stubbornness, he kept both of his now-damp palms resting on the arms of his chair.
He could tell from the look of intense concentration on Ryan’s face that his Head of Security was approaching climax. Ryan’s long fingers gripped both sides of Becker’s face, allowing him no escape, then, with a barely audible gasp, Ryan thrust once more, emptying himself down the other man’s throat.
Becker’s hands reached up and he steadied himself on Ryan’s hips as he swallowed desperately. Ryan’s fingers combed through Becker’s hair as he pushed the younger man’s face down onto his groin as he continued to thrust raggedly through his orgasm.
As Lester watched a thin trail of Ryan’s come make its way down Becker’s chin, he felt heat pool in his belly as his balls tightened and without warning he spilled himself into his own clothing in spontaneous reaction to the sight of Ryan, balls deep in Becker’s mouth, as the young soldier frantically swallowed as much of Ryan’s semen as he could take.
Ryan’s hand stroked Becker’s face idly, and slid down to rest on the younger captain’s collar as Becker continued to nuzzle with what now appeared to be a degree of enthusiasm at Ryan’s softening cock. Eventually, Ryan’s hands trailed down to rest lightly on Becker’s shoulders.
Still breathing heavily, Becker sat back on his heels and finally opened his eyes, looking up from under long dark eyelashes that were almost a rival for Stephen Hart’s.
He was flushed and dazed, but even from where Lester was sitting, he could see that the young captain was definitely aroused. Ryan stared down at him and ran his fingers carefully through Becker’s hair, restoring it to something approaching its usual neatness.
“Thank you, sir.” The words were quietly spoken, but audible even to Lester.
With a languid movement, Ryan tucked himself back into his underwear and pulled the zip of his trousers up.
“Dismissed, Captain,” he said softly, running one hand a final time over Becker’s hair, a slight smile on his face.
Becker bowed his head, then came to his feet and saluted crisply, his eyes fixed firmly on Ryan’s boots.
Equally crisply, Ryan returned the salute.
Becker’s dark eyes widened in surprise and he met Ryan’s eyes for the first time since he’d gone to his knees in front of him. Ryan gave a small nod and got a half-smile in return. With growing confidence, the younger captain turned to face Lester, snapped off another immaculate salute, and then turned on his heel and left the office, under the watchful and approving eyes of Lester’s secretary.
As soon as the sound of the younger captain’s boots had faded, Ryan turned to face Lester, his grey eyes still hungry.
James Lester pushed his chair back away from the desk and let out a somewhat shaky breath. That was all the invitation Ryan needed, and in three quick steps he was on his knees in front of Lester, hands fumbling first at the button then at the zip of the suit trousers. With gentle but insistent fingers, Ryan drew Lester’s cock out, then pushed his shirt up and tugged at the waistband of his silk boxers pulling them down far enough to expose his master’s groin. Without hesitation, the soldier dipped his head, his tongue lapping eagerly at the mess on Lester’s stomach.
A warm mouth encircled his flaccid cock and Ryan started to suckle at him. With a groan, Lester ran his hands through the soldier’s short blond hair and he felt himself start to stir again under the other man’s ministrations. To his surprise, he was back to full hardness in moments. Ryan’s sinfully skilled mouth continued to work on him, tongue swirling round the head and teeth scraping lightly the way he knew Lester liked.
Ryan’s warm breath blew across his cock and his tongue teased at Lester’s slit, drawing a low moan in response to his probing. The soldier needed no lessons from Becker on how to suck cock and, in a matter of minutes, Sir James Lester hit his second climax of the morning, his pleasure peaking sharply as Ryan swallowed around him.
The captain sat back on his heels, a small trail of come at one corner of his mouth. Ryan lifted one hand and caught the drops with his finger, then carefully licked it clean, his grey eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Did you see the look on his face when you mentioned Section 42?”
Lester nodded thoughtfully, as he rearranged his clothing. “I think we can take that as confirmation of Stringer’s suspicions. There’s trouble brewing, Ryan, I can sense it.”
The soldier sighed. “So, situation normal, then, sir?”
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Date: 2009-05-20 09:55 am (UTC)That was hotter than a hot thing and I may require the clean-up crew to be sent over asap *bg*.
And yay for the cliffhanger . . .
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Date: 2009-05-20 10:51 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-05-20 11:38 am (UTC)That was soooooooooooo worth waiting for! I can't wait for next week!!!
Ryan favoured him with a feral smile and continued to compel the younger man to obedience with nothing more than the force of his personality.
RAWR!!!
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Date: 2009-05-20 04:49 pm (UTC)So you liked it? *grins*
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Date: 2009-05-20 11:53 am (UTC)Holy fucking shit... You don't need me to tell you it was hot, that's a given with your fics, but OMG Becker's characterization is PERFECT!!!! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Omg, you have no idea how much I loved every word. Brilliant. Great way to incorporate canon into this Universe. And I like Lorraine a lot, great character. And omg when you said that about Becker's eyelashes being like Stephen's... I totally died.
Thank you!!!!!!
*hugs*
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Date: 2009-05-20 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:37 pm (UTC)*guh*
OMG After reviving from the freaking hot hot blow jobs I would like to omg allover again about the awesomeness of the post blowjob scene between Becker and Ryan!
Totally fantastic!
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Date: 2009-05-20 06:29 pm (UTC)Munchkin and I were cackling like mad about that bit when she was betaing for me at Easter. We tittled with it quite a bit to get it right.
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:44 pm (UTC)That was hot. *needs a shower now*
I think I'm starting to like the new Captain but only on his knees with his mouth nicely filled.*veg*
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Date: 2009-05-20 06:30 pm (UTC)Becker looks very good with his mouth full!
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:53 pm (UTC)Finally the kneeling scene! I've been waiting for this for *ages*.
And it was so worth it! Brilliant. And hot as anything.
I get the feeling that Becker isn't totally irredemable!
Hee!
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Date: 2009-05-20 06:31 pm (UTC)Becker's not a bad guy, he's just a bit too cocky for his own good in this universe, and needed sorting out before he got into too much trouble.
Challenging Ryan's authorty was not sensible.
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:54 pm (UTC)*head asplodes*
*whimpers in the corner*
This was all kinds of hot!
Lester knew Ryan’s cock was hitting the back of Becker’s throat with every stoke, making him gag, but with Ryan’s fingers tangled tightly in his hair, there was no escape.
*flails*
And, oh fuck, you're not done with him yet? Can I have your puppies?
Edit to add: Thomson! Is he gonna hurt my poor baby Captain for going to his knees for Ryan? *looks excited at the thought*
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Date: 2009-05-20 06:32 pm (UTC)I think you'll like next week's instalment as well :) *veg*
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Date: 2009-05-20 08:06 pm (UTC)“Would you care to repeat it for your master’s benefit?” Ryan’s voice lingered on the word ‘master’ and Lester’s cock began to show its appreciation.
jferofjerogeogerofqwoekekeffff
Lester came in his pants ZOMG
Mmmm, this was totally fabulous and just how it ought to have been *veg*
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Date: 2009-05-20 08:15 pm (UTC)As soon as I translated "I don't bow" to "I don't kneel", the rest was inevitable!
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Date: 2009-05-20 09:14 pm (UTC)Becker and Ryan were hot.. and Lester coming in his pants.. and then Ryan and Lester.. and then loved Ryan's deadpan last line!
Love Lorraine here.. and Becker sounds like he can be saved.. though possible only after rescuing from Thomson..
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Date: 2009-05-21 01:53 pm (UTC)I wish I'd been in Lorraine's shoes watching this one!
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Date: 2009-05-20 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 10:53 pm (UTC)I loved the Eccentric Academic line too! And Abby being their resident pixie. With all the bite of the original pixies too.
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Date: 2009-05-23 04:56 am (UTC)There’s trouble brewing, Ryan, I can sense it.”
The soldier sighed. “So, situation normal, then, sir?”
LOL! Can't wait for the next installment!
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Date: 2009-05-23 09:26 am (UTC)Yes, watching Ryan and Becker together would be fun. In more ways than one :)
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Date: 2009-05-24 11:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-24 11:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-09-23 11:43 am (UTC)*revives briefly*
Love the way you handle the break and re-build of Becker, very nicely done and look forward to seeing how the character dianamics continue to play out.
*gives up being grown up and faints from the hawt again*
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Date: 2010-09-23 12:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-11 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-06-05 12:04 pm (UTC)Speaking of Ryan kneeling!!
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Date: 2011-06-05 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-10 02:28 pm (UTC)*dissolves*
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Date: 2011-07-10 02:34 pm (UTC)Lovely icon!!!!
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Date: 2011-12-16 02:41 pm (UTC)I think it's called bliss....
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Date: 2011-12-16 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-27 06:45 pm (UTC)Ah, so that is what you meant! I am probably the worst sort of person for enjoying that as much as I did! Um, poor Becker? Love the team's reaction to him and him being all smug and superior until he, well, wasn't. :) And they made Lester come in his trousers! Awesome.
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Date: 2012-02-27 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-22 12:35 am (UTC)I think Becker enjoyed that *far* too much towards the end there and needs to learn more of a lesson from Ryan! *g*no subject
Date: 2012-04-22 10:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-03-07 12:00 am (UTC)Ha! I am awarding myself points for calling this! Any excuse to get Becker on his knees! :)
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Date: 2014-03-07 04:53 pm (UTC)This the idea for this chapter was born.