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fredbassett) wrote2011-11-12 06:22 pm
fredbassett) wrote2011-11-12 06:22 pm
Entry tags:
- connor,
- connor/leek,
- fic,
- leek
Fic, Not Home and Not Alone, Connor/Leek, AU
Title : Not Home and Not Alone
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Connor/Leek
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Adverts : non-con, pissing, yeah, whatever, I blame Joe for this one.
Summary : Written for the Denial write-in, for this pairing and the prompt vampire sex.
The hour around midnight was normally one that Connor liked. The soldiers were either asleep or playing card games in the recreation room. There were usually no scientists or admin staff left in the building and he could work on the ADD without interruption. Unless the alarm went off.
And right now, Connor was really, really hoping the alarm would go off. In fact he was seriously considering triggering it himself and braving the wrath of the Special Forces team when they discovered they’d been dragged from their bunks – or their card games – or disturbed mid-wank, or whatever.
They’d be pissed off, and carrying guns and pissed off and carrying guns was never a good combination, but it would still be better that sitting there with Leek’s eyes boring a very large hole in his back. The man had been watching him all evening, without even a break for coffee or a visit to the loo…
Speaking of which, Connor had been drinking coffee and unlike Leek, he did need to empty his bladder. He pushed back his chair and stood up, noting with a sinking feeling that the hairs on the back of his neck had just done exactly the same thing. He made the mistake of glancing up at the walkway running around the atrium at first-floor level. Leek was still standing there, staring down at him, a slight smile on his face. And if Connor was honest with himself, it was that bloody smile that creeped him out the most. Leek’s smiles were entirely confined to his mouth, bypassing the rest of his face in a way that no one else of Connor’s acquaintance ever managed to achieve, not even Lester at his most sarcastic. With other people there was always some emotion showing somewhere, but not with Leek, he’d obviously been off arse-licking someone the day emotions had been handed out.
Even though the ARC was deserted, Connor still couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched as he walked down the corridor, and it wasn’t the CCTV that was making him feeling like that, either. Definitely bloody not.
He bolted through the toilet door, slamming it behind him and leaning against it, eyes closed, all too aware of the fact that his heart was hammering uncomfortably in his chest. The sound of a toilet flushing broke the silence. Not wanting to look like a freaked-out idiot, Connor bolted for the urinals, fumbling with his zip, ready – as was normal in situations like this – to do what he needed to do without actually making eye contact with anyone else.
“You’re working late tonight, Connor.”
The yelp that forced its way out of Connor’s mouth wasn’t exactly very manly. But then neither was the fact that he’d also just managed to piss on his own foot.
There was no possible way that Oliver Leek could have managed to get along the top corridor, down the stairs and into the toilets before he’d got there. No way. No bloody way. And anyway, the man would have had to have passed another loo upstairs to have got there. So why was he even here in the first place, unless it was to spy on him?
Connor abruptly lost any ability to finish what he’d started, leaving him musing uncomfortably on the fact that people were supposed to piss themselves with fright, not soak their own feet and then dry up. His bladder had clenched tightly, leaving him standing there, holding himself, feeling – and no doubt looking – like a complete and utter dick. Connor shook himself off, tucked his cock away and considered making a bolt for the door, but instead, drew in a deep breath – which was also something of a mistake in the circumstances – and headed over to the washbasin, with Leek’s eyes still following every step he took.
This was now getting beyond a joke. The small spark of irritation that had been on a slow burn inside Connor for the last half an hour suddenly flared. He looked up into the mirror, intending to make some remark about how he didn’t think he was actually that interesting… but the words died on his lips as he found himself looking at nothing more than the wall of the toilet stall. A wall that was as blank and expressionless as Leek’s face.
The face that should have been staring back at him.
And wasn’t.
This time Connor’s yelp of fright wasn’t in the least bit embarrassing. He’d gone beyond the point of embarrassment when he’d peed on his foot and things hadn’t improved since then. He turned around and this time Leek’s smile was noticeably wider, and even more noticeably whiter.
And sharper.
Definitely sharper.
He needed to run and he needed to run now.
A moment later, Connor felt a sharp flare of pain inside his head as he felt himself pushed back against the washbasin by an invisible hand. Leek’s smile was now distinctly feral, even though his expression was still as blank as ever. Connor’s bladder chose that moment to unclench.
A second later, Leek’s body was pressing up against his, as cold and unyielding as the porcelain digging painfully into his arse. The pain in his neck wasn’t actually as bad as he’d expected and his cock suddenly twitched in his damp trousers as a warm flood of blood suddenly headed south at speed.
The small part of his brain that seemed to have taken up residence somewhere other than inside his own head looked down at what was happening with a degree of surprise. If Leek was busy suckling at his neck like a lamb at its mother’s teat then how come there was enough left to spare to fill his cock? The cock that was now hard enough to knock nails into wood.
Leek stepped back, his stare keeping Connor pinned against the washbasin like a butterfly on a board. His tongue flickered between his lips, cleaning the blood off his elongated canines, and again that little part of Connor’s brain that was observing rather than participating wondered how the hell he’d managed that.
For the first time in a long evening, heat bled into Leek’s eyes.
A sudden warmth rushed through Connor’s body. His cock pulsed come to add to the mess already staining the material around his groin.
He turned around to face the mirror.
The blankness he found there was infinitely preferable to the look of triumph on Leek’s face.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Connor/Leek
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Adverts : non-con, pissing, yeah, whatever, I blame Joe for this one.
Summary : Written for the Denial write-in, for this pairing and the prompt vampire sex.
The hour around midnight was normally one that Connor liked. The soldiers were either asleep or playing card games in the recreation room. There were usually no scientists or admin staff left in the building and he could work on the ADD without interruption. Unless the alarm went off.
And right now, Connor was really, really hoping the alarm would go off. In fact he was seriously considering triggering it himself and braving the wrath of the Special Forces team when they discovered they’d been dragged from their bunks – or their card games – or disturbed mid-wank, or whatever.
They’d be pissed off, and carrying guns and pissed off and carrying guns was never a good combination, but it would still be better that sitting there with Leek’s eyes boring a very large hole in his back. The man had been watching him all evening, without even a break for coffee or a visit to the loo…
Speaking of which, Connor had been drinking coffee and unlike Leek, he did need to empty his bladder. He pushed back his chair and stood up, noting with a sinking feeling that the hairs on the back of his neck had just done exactly the same thing. He made the mistake of glancing up at the walkway running around the atrium at first-floor level. Leek was still standing there, staring down at him, a slight smile on his face. And if Connor was honest with himself, it was that bloody smile that creeped him out the most. Leek’s smiles were entirely confined to his mouth, bypassing the rest of his face in a way that no one else of Connor’s acquaintance ever managed to achieve, not even Lester at his most sarcastic. With other people there was always some emotion showing somewhere, but not with Leek, he’d obviously been off arse-licking someone the day emotions had been handed out.
Even though the ARC was deserted, Connor still couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched as he walked down the corridor, and it wasn’t the CCTV that was making him feeling like that, either. Definitely bloody not.
He bolted through the toilet door, slamming it behind him and leaning against it, eyes closed, all too aware of the fact that his heart was hammering uncomfortably in his chest. The sound of a toilet flushing broke the silence. Not wanting to look like a freaked-out idiot, Connor bolted for the urinals, fumbling with his zip, ready – as was normal in situations like this – to do what he needed to do without actually making eye contact with anyone else.
“You’re working late tonight, Connor.”
The yelp that forced its way out of Connor’s mouth wasn’t exactly very manly. But then neither was the fact that he’d also just managed to piss on his own foot.
There was no possible way that Oliver Leek could have managed to get along the top corridor, down the stairs and into the toilets before he’d got there. No way. No bloody way. And anyway, the man would have had to have passed another loo upstairs to have got there. So why was he even here in the first place, unless it was to spy on him?
Connor abruptly lost any ability to finish what he’d started, leaving him musing uncomfortably on the fact that people were supposed to piss themselves with fright, not soak their own feet and then dry up. His bladder had clenched tightly, leaving him standing there, holding himself, feeling – and no doubt looking – like a complete and utter dick. Connor shook himself off, tucked his cock away and considered making a bolt for the door, but instead, drew in a deep breath – which was also something of a mistake in the circumstances – and headed over to the washbasin, with Leek’s eyes still following every step he took.
This was now getting beyond a joke. The small spark of irritation that had been on a slow burn inside Connor for the last half an hour suddenly flared. He looked up into the mirror, intending to make some remark about how he didn’t think he was actually that interesting… but the words died on his lips as he found himself looking at nothing more than the wall of the toilet stall. A wall that was as blank and expressionless as Leek’s face.
The face that should have been staring back at him.
And wasn’t.
This time Connor’s yelp of fright wasn’t in the least bit embarrassing. He’d gone beyond the point of embarrassment when he’d peed on his foot and things hadn’t improved since then. He turned around and this time Leek’s smile was noticeably wider, and even more noticeably whiter.
And sharper.
Definitely sharper.
He needed to run and he needed to run now.
A moment later, Connor felt a sharp flare of pain inside his head as he felt himself pushed back against the washbasin by an invisible hand. Leek’s smile was now distinctly feral, even though his expression was still as blank as ever. Connor’s bladder chose that moment to unclench.
A second later, Leek’s body was pressing up against his, as cold and unyielding as the porcelain digging painfully into his arse. The pain in his neck wasn’t actually as bad as he’d expected and his cock suddenly twitched in his damp trousers as a warm flood of blood suddenly headed south at speed.
The small part of his brain that seemed to have taken up residence somewhere other than inside his own head looked down at what was happening with a degree of surprise. If Leek was busy suckling at his neck like a lamb at its mother’s teat then how come there was enough left to spare to fill his cock? The cock that was now hard enough to knock nails into wood.
Leek stepped back, his stare keeping Connor pinned against the washbasin like a butterfly on a board. His tongue flickered between his lips, cleaning the blood off his elongated canines, and again that little part of Connor’s brain that was observing rather than participating wondered how the hell he’d managed that.
For the first time in a long evening, heat bled into Leek’s eyes.
A sudden warmth rushed through Connor’s body. His cock pulsed come to add to the mess already staining the material around his groin.
He turned around to face the mirror.
The blankness he found there was infinitely preferable to the look of triumph on Leek’s face.