fredbassett | Fic, Red Blooded Males, Becker/Danny, 18

Title : Red Blooded Males
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Becker/Danny
Disclaimer : Not mine no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Warning : I blame

oddegg and all the other sick puppies who asked for blood play in the

primeval_denial prompt/kink meme.
Summary : The Craggy Ginger Love God (as named by

oddegg) gets more than he bargained for on one of his routine security checks.

The soft thump of Danny Quinn’s combat boots hitting the concrete floor at the base of the ventilation shaft echoed heavily in the silence of the basement.

He glanced at his watch. Only three minutes so far. He was on time for a personal best on this run.

He took a step forward, then found himself jerked abruptly back as an arm snaked around his throat and choked off his curse.

“Nice try, Quinn, but I installed a camera on the roof just for this eventuality,” purred Captain Becker, with all too obvious amusement. “Don’t struggle, this knife is sharp.”

To his horror, Danny realised that he had a blade pressed up against the base of his throat, and from the slight sting, it felt like Becker had already cut him. Bastard! Since when had knives been part of the game?

With an effort of will, he forced himself to relax, but all that happened was that the knife was pressed into his flesh just that little bit harder. He swallowed, then realised that had been exactly the wrong thing to do, as the edge of the knife bit sharply into his skin.

“Becker, what the fuck ….”

“…. am I playing at?” Becker chuckled, and the sound raised the hairs on the back of Danny’s neck. “This is what might happen if you get caught playing games somewhere else, Quinn. I’m just trying to keep you on your toes.”

The knife pressed harder into him, and Danny felt a trickle of blood start to track its way down the hollow of his throat. His chances of retaliation from this position weren’t good. The knife was fucking sharp and even the slightest movement could prove dangerous.

Becker’s left hand slid down to Danny’s hip, flipping open the flap on his holster and pulling the gun out, before sending it clattering away into the semi-darkness at the base of the shaft. The captain’s hand brushed across his groin, then came to an abrupt halt and iron-hard fingers squeezed his treacherous flesh.

Danny sucked in a sharp breath and instantly regretted it as he felt the knife blade bite even deeper. Jesus Christ, the fucking maniac was going to slit his throat if he carried on like this. And that thought sent a sudden rush of blood to his already hardening dick.

Becker’s breath ghosted over Danny’s ear and the soldier’s roaming fingers started to fiddle with the zip on Danny’s trousers. Long cool fingers slid inside, tugging the fabric of his boxers aside, seeking contact with over-heated flesh and freeing him from the confines of his underwear.

Danny looked down, watching in fascination as the young captain’s finger and thumb slid his foreskin back, exposing the head of his cock to the cold air sweeping through the ventilation shaft. A shiver danced up and down his spine and he found himself pushing back, away from Becker’s grip. But all that did was bring his arse into closer contact with the soldier’s own erection.

“That’s nice, Quinn, do it again,” Becker invited.

“Take that fucking knife away from my throat and I might,” Danny answered, through gritted teeth.

Becker laughed, abruptly changing his grip on the knife so that it was suddenly being held point first at Danny’s throat. “Your wish is my command, Quinn.”

Yeah, like hell!

Then the knife tracked downwards and Becker started to casually cut each button off Danny’s shirt, letting them ping down onto the floor until the shirt hung open, leaving Danny staring down at his own chest as Becker drew the knife slowly across his flesh, drawing a neat line between each nipple. Tiny pinpricks of blood started to well out, bright red amongst the tangle of ginger hair.

“Pert nipples,” commented the Special Forces captain, in a deceptively conversational tone, before he proceeded to poke the tip of the knife into first one, then the other.

Danny sucked in his breath sharply as the sensation went straight to his cock and he thrust involuntarily into Becker’s hand as the soldier’s grip tightened on him. “Becker, when we get out of here, I’m going to ….”

A soft laugh escaped Becker’s lips, blowing warmly across the back of Danny’s neck.

With a groan, Danny ground his arse hard against the bulge in Becker’s combat trousers. That drew another laugh, but all Becker did in return was start to circle the aureole of Danny’s right nipple with the point of the knife, breaking the skin in another fine line.

Danny weighed up his chances of taking Becker out with an elbow in the guts and dismissed the idea. If the knife slipped it could do him serious damage.

Becker’s fingers tightened on his dick and the knife point tracked lower.

Oh sweet Jesus, the bastard wouldn’t dare, would he?

As if in answer to his unspoken words, Becker turned the blade of the knife sideways and ran the edge up the swollen head of Danny’s cock, bringing the cold steel to rest against the tip. A small bead of pre-come formed and Becker used the flat of the blade to smooth the moisture into Danny’s tightly stretched skin.

“It’s the wrong colour,” said Becker, in the sort of voice someone might use to comment on wallpaper. “I prefer red.”

The knife point abruptly came into play again, pressing into Danny’s slit. It felt like nothing more than a pin-prick, but it was enough to send a sharp spike of fear into guts and an even bigger spike of desire through his dick.

“That’s better,” murmured Becker, as a drop of blood oozed out from the tiny cut.

Abruptly, the soldier’s grip loosened, but before Danny had time to react, Becker had shoved him hard against the wall, and then slipped gracefully to his knees on the floor, his hot mouth replacing the cold steel. Pain flared as Becker’s tongue probed at the damage the knife had just done, then it swirled tantalisingly around the head of Danny’s dick, smearing bright red blood across his over-sensitive flesh.

Danny watched in helpless fascination as Becker’s hand tightened around his shaft, sending a throb of pain mixed with desire down into his balls. Another bead of moisture slowly formed, the red of his blood diluted by the clear fluid of his pre-come.

Becker’s tongue flickered out, reminding Danny of a snake, fascinating and potentially deadly, catching the pink droplet and savouring the taste.

“You’re a sick fuck, Becker,” he breathed, reaching out with one hand and deliberately ruffling the soldier’s carefully styled hair.

“Takes one to know one, Quinn,” smiled Becker, reaching up with one long-fingered hand and squeezing first one nipple, then the other, hard enough to force out a large drop of blood from each.

Danny growled in his throat and tightened his grip on Becker’s hair. “You’re a prick tease, Captain. Now are you going to talk, or are you going to suck me?”

Becker leant back on his heels, staring up the length of Danny’s body, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. “How much blood would it take to bring you off, Quinn?” he mused and before Danny had chance to react, the wickedly sharp knife was back in play again, tracing lightly up from Danny’s balls to the tip of his cock, leaving in its wake a thin red line, which Becker promptly followed with his tongue, making sure no drop of blood escaped.

The mixture of pain and pleasure was starting to play havoc with Danny’s senses leaving him craving more at the same time as he flinched away from the tormenting blade.

“Becker …. please ….”

The captain’s laugher held a darker edge now. “Begging suits you, Danny boy.” And then the point of the knife was back, tracing all the way round the swollen head intensifying the sensations so much that all Danny could do was take refuge in an inarticulate moan, which clearly amused the hell out of the soldier.

The tip of the knife pressed into him a second time and it was all Danny could do not to thrust upwards onto it as his last shred of self-preservation lost an unequal struggle with excitement.

He hadn’t felt this turned on since the first time he’d hurled himself out of an aeroplane and right now he didn’t care if the bastard kneeling at his feet did know it.

He wanted to come, and he wanted to come now.

“Becker ….” His hands grasped helplessly at the thick, dark brown hair, drawing the soldier’s face back to his cock, nudging at Becker’s lips with it, smearing red around them as bright as Jenny Lewis’s lipstick.

That sinful tongue flicked out again, chasing the blood, and the smile Becker gave Danny could have tempted an angel into sin.

“Suck me, you bastard,” Danny growled, tightening his grip on Becker’s hair.

Strong hands gripped his hips and Becker’s mouth slid down his hard length, taking Danny in deeply and swallowing around him for good measure.

“You’re got a smart mouth on you, soldier boy,” gasped Danny, burying himself in Becker’s throat and starting to thrust.

In answer, a hand slid up his chest again and pinched viciously at one pebbled nipple, before rolling it between two blood-stained fingers.

A flash of fire shot through Danny’s dick and Becker sucked harder on his abused flesh.

He was close, Christ, he was so close, but it still wasn’t enough. He was moaning now, fucking Becker’s face, repeating the soldier’s name like a mantra, but still his orgasm hovered just out of reach, tempting him, taunting him ….

Becker drew his head back and brought cold steel into play again, this time cutting another small nick right at the tip, extending the slit by just a fraction and Jesus Christ Almighty, it fucking hurt. Becker’s tongue was lapping at him again and burrowing inside him, then it withdrew and the blade was poked into him again. It stung like a wasp and he hit his climax with a surprised gasp, spurting a mixture of red blood and cream come over the knife blade, not caring about the danger any more, not while all that mattered was the tightening in his balls and the fire in his guts and the feel of Becker’s mouth enveloping him again as Danny finally gave in to the sensations that threatened to overwhelm him.

Danny felt the tremors of orgasm running through him, turning his legs to jelly. Fuck, his knees hadn’t trembled like this since the time he’d screwed Janet Hillman up against the back wall of the bike sheds, the day he’d taken his last GCSE.

When he finally opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of Becker delicately licking the mixture of blood and come off the blade of his knife. With a grin that would have put a Cheshire cat to shame, the captain slowly sheathed his weapon and came elegantly to his feet.

In a gesture that owed nothing to tenderness and everything to control, Becker claimed his lips, sliding his tongue into Danny’s mouth, sharing with him the salty taste of his own come, tinged with the unmistakeable copper tang of blood.

“It’s going to hurt like hell when you take a piss, Danny boy,” Becker grinned, before he turned smartly on his heel and strode off, stroking his hair back into place as if the encounter had never happened, leaving Danny leaning against the wall, feeling as limp as his dick and wondering how the hell he was going to arrange to wipe this little encounter off the security tapes.

This game was definitely getting out of hand.

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Fuck. *fans self* That was impressively kinky. You are one sick puppy.

I think I love dominant kinky Becker as much as submissive Becker.

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