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fredbassettTitle : A Walk on the Wild Side
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Becker/Blade, Connor, Abby
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Word Count : 2,901
Summary : Becker and his team have to search a derelict site for a missing teenager.
A/N : Written for the very lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lukadreaming’s birthday. I hope you have a lovely day!
“The anomaly’s behind the tall building on your left, Becker,” Connor told him over the comms link. “The scanner in the chopper isn’t picking up any heat signatures apart from you and the rest of the team, so the chances are the kid’s gone to ground somewhere.”
“And the creatures?” Becker demanded.
“Nothing showing up at the moment.”
The two kids that had made it out of the deserted power station complex had been babbling about something terrifying attacking them, and they’d had the wounds and ripped clothing to back up their story. But they’d been in no state to provide a description of what had attacked them, despite rapid but gentle questioning from Abby. All the anomaly response team knew was that they were up against something with long, sharp claws that attacked without warning.
Becker had authorised the use of lethal force if needed and Abby had not argued.
The drone of the helicopter rota blades overhead was a comforting presence when they were outside, acting as their very own eye in the sky, but it wouldn’t help once they started searching the buildings.
He stared at the ground plan that Connor had sent over to his tablet. This wasn’t going to be easy. They had nowhere near enough men to set up a proper search grid. They’d have to split up and even after only three weeks in the job, Becker hated it when they had to play to horror movie tropes. It never ended well.
Becker quickly gave his orders, assigning a search area to each pair of soldiers. He asked Abby to remain back outside the perimeter with the police so she could remain in contact with each team and provide advice to whoever might need it. He wasn’t doing it just to keep her out of danger and she knew it. Ryan had spoken highly of the woman and Becker had been given no reason since then to doubt the other captain’s words.
Before leaving on a strictly need-to-know only mission, Ryan had also given him a good run down on each member of the military team. There were no weak links, only different strengths, and Becker was making sure he spent time with each of them in turn, wherever possible. They needed to get to know him as much as he needed to get to know them. He was under no illusion that rank alone was enough to win him their respect. That would get him their obedience. He’d have to earn their respect.
“Blade, you’re with me.”
The other man just nodded, his face as impassive as ever, his green eyes already darting around their environment, hyper-alert for any movement.
Everyone had their orders and moved off swiftly, and surprisingly silently, despite the detritus underfoot that had been collecting since the power station had been decommissioned. No one had been mad enough to buy the site yet, but at some point it would no doubt all end up getting ripped down to make way for eye-wateringly expensive apartments. For now, it was just falling steadily into decay, aided and abetted by the local kids, who seemed to have used every window in every building left standing for target practice. Bricks, stones, chunks of wood and broken glass littered the ground, along with drinks cans, plastic bottles and fly-tipped rubbish everywhere. It was a stark, ugly eyesore.
And a potential death trap.
****
The first building they entered was a small office. It looked like someone had just walked out one day and had never gone back. There was an overturned desk in one corner, a broken chair and a wrecked filing cabinet. If you were leaving an entire power station to rot, a bit of office furniture was probably small beer, but it did make the search harder.
They checked each room, using entry drills honed time and time again on live fire exercises in the Regiment’s notorious Killing House. They moved swiftly and surely, covering each other every step of the way through the decaying building.
“Clear,” Blade declared, as his eyes scanned every corner of the room.
They went back outside at a jog, broken glass shattering further under their boots. It would probably spook any creatures in the vicinity, but their primary objective was to find the missing kid: Darren Halpern, aged 13.
The next building was clear as well. The third looked nothing more than a large concrete box, but Becker’s heart sank when he saw a metal ladder set into the side of the building running down into a dark hole. The metal cover lay discarded outside, the remains of a chain hanging off it.
“Bet that ain’t either healthy or safe,” Blade muttered. “Some fucker wants stringing up by the nads for the state of this place.”
Becker had been thinking the same, but without Blade’s slight Yorkshire inflection.
They both pulled on small but powerful head-torches. Their weapons carried torch attachments, but neither Blade’s M4 nor Becker’s Mossberg was a great choice in a confined space, but they each had a holstered SIG and a knife. Make that multiple knives in Blade’s case.
Becker took point down the ladder, hating the feeling of descending into the unknown.
The climb down was no more than about four metres and at the bottom, Becker found himself in something that looked very much like an old air raid shelter. The place had obviously been rigged with electricity at one point, with broken cables hanging down from the walls in places and the remains of a long-dead fuse panel on one wall. The air was musty and it smelt like something had fallen down there and died.
Becker promptly drew his SIG and moved to one side, light from his head-torch penetrating easily beyond the patch of grey light filtering down from above. It was just the sort of place he would have loved exploring as a kid, but now it just gave him the creeps, wondering what the fuck might be lurking in the shadows.
Blade followed him down and they started to examine each room in turn. In the first an old and exceedingly smelly mattress had been propped up against a wall. They shared an amused glance. Not exactly the place to come if you wanted to impress a bird – or a bloke.
As Blade preceded him into the next room, Becker stood outside the door, covering their backs. Something thumped hard into his back, sending Becker staggering forwards into the room that Blade was searching. He felt claws scrabbling for purchase against his equipment vest and a sharp pain in his shoulder as something lacerated his flesh, the thick material of his black combat jacket proving an ineffective barrier.
Becker swore under his breath and tried to twist around to dislodge his attacker, but whatever it was clung fast and he heard the sound of something ripping. Probably his jacket.
Blade’s curse would have earned him points for inventiveness from Becker’s old RSM. A knife appeared in his hand and he jumped forward, the blade flashing in the cold white light of their head-torches. Becker felt whatever it was detach itself from him and spring away into the shadows of the room. The creature was monkey-sized, with long forearms ending in wickedly sharp talons, but one minute it was there and the next it had disappeared.
As he turned to thank Blade for his quick reactions, Becker saw out of the corner of his eye something detaching itself from the wall and bounding towards them in two long leaps, springing on thin, muscular legs.
Becker snapped off the round already chambered in his SIG. The shot appeared to miss by a fraction but the second of the habitual double-tap reflex found its mark, slamming into the creature’s chest. It collapsed onto the grey concrete floor and for a moment, Becker hardly believed the evidence of his own eyes as their attacker seemed almost to dissolve into the floor, disappearing from sight.
He heard Blade’s sharp intake of breath and saw the flash of a knife blade in the air. It hit something with a soft thunk and stood upright rather than sliding across the floor as Becker had expected. A moment later, he was staring at the corpse of something that looked like the bastard offspring of Gollum and Dobby, with Blade’s black-hilted knife protruding from its chest.
“What the fuck is it?” Becker demanded, knowing there was no one around to answer his question, but still feeling the need to say something.
“Dead,” said Blade with quiet satisfaction. “Nice shooting, boss.”
“Likewise,” Becker acknowledged, as the other man quickly recovered the knife and wiped the blade clean on the creature’s hairless skin. “It just came out of the fucking wall…”
Before Blade had time to speak, an angry hiss told Becker that they were under attack again and in a matter of moments, he found himself back to back with Blade, fighting for his life with both gun and knife as creatures came them from all sides, flowing out of the walls and disappearing back into the walls of the bunkers.
After they’d killed two more, Blade said in an oddly conversational tone, “Camouflage. They’re like fucking chameleons.”
Becker knew instantly that the other man was correct. They were under attack from creatures that had the ability to blend in with their surroundings, hiding in plain sight, visible only when they were moving. And rapid movement appeared to be their speciality. Becker and Blade both suffered from the razor-sharp talons. Blade had a long gash down one thigh and Becker could feel blood running down his arm from the initial attack and his back was starting to hurt like hell, despite the analgesic effects of the adrenalin thundering through his system.
With three creatures lying dead at their feel, dark blood pooling around them on the grey concrete, Becker and Blade edged their way to the doorway. The time for stealth was over and the moved as quickly as they could through the remaining rooms, calling loudly for Darren, but getting no response.
Once they were satisfied there was no hiding place left even for a scared teenager, they began to make their way back to the ladder. Once outside, they could warn the others what they were up against and get the lid back on the access shaft, just in case any more of the vicious little fuckers were on the loose.
The thought of an almost invisible opponent was enough to keep both men on their guard as they made their way towards the pale light filtering down from the blockhouse. When he felt the metal ladder press against his injured back, Becker moved to one side and gestured with his knife hand to the rungs.
“Your leg looks worse than my arm. I’ll cover you.”
Blade no attempt to argue, and seemed happy to let Becker watch his back in the most literal sense. Climbing the ladder would leave him without a weapon in hand, but there was nothing to be done about that. Blade reached up and started to climb. He’d reached the tenth rung when skeletal arms reached out from the wall beside and clawed at Blade’s face while another, lower down, made straight for the soldier’s injured leg.
There was no way Becker could shoot without endangering the other man. He shoved the SIG back in its holster and swapped the Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife into his right hand. This one was going to be up close and personal.
Blade swung sideways on the ladder, doing his best to avoid the slashing talons whilst trying to dislodge the one that appeared to be trying to hump his leg. For the next few minutes it was hard to break down the action into its component parts. Becker simply reacted, reaching up and grabbing for where he thought one of the creature’s long legs might be. When he managed to drag one off, the thing promptly turned on him, hissing and spitting as it went for him with tooth and claw.
He heard the heavy thump of Blade landing on the concrete floor next to him, but he was having enough trouble keeping the creature he had contact with ripping out his eyes or his throat. Whatever they were, they fought dirty. Very dirty.
A sharp crack told him that Blade had resorted to finishing one off with his bare hands. At the same moment, he managed to ram his knife into the one that was clinging to him like some sort of rabid monkey and use his other hand to slam it hard into the wall. It became visible and he let it drop to the floor.
Without waiting to be told, Blade grabbed the rungs of the ladder again and started to haul himself up. As soon as he began to emerge into the blockhouse, Becker sheathed his knife and started to limb, expecting any moment to feel sharp talons slicing into the flesh of his unprotected legs.
The minute he was clear of the hole, Blade heaved the iron lid into place, already starting to talk into his comms unit. “The creatures can camouflage themselves,” he said urgently. “I repeat, the creatures can camouflage themselves!”
Becker leaned one shoulder against the concrete wall of the small building, sucking fresh air into his lungs and wondering exactly how much damage the two of them had sustained.
Blade straightened up and grinned at Becker, his eyes darkened by pupils so dilated that only a thin emerald halo was visible.
“Nice going, boss,” he said, giving Becker a rapid once-over. “You OK?”
“I’ll live,” Becker said, the adrenalin still blocking out enough of the pain that it was hard to assess how much damage he’d sustained. He’d once seen a guy in Afghanistan tab two kilometres on a broken leg before the pain suddenly caught up with him and he’d collapsed, screaming.
The action underground had been brutal and at the same time as exhilarating as any contact he’d ever known. They’d fought at the closest of close quarters, mainly with knives and hands, and they were both covered in an unappetising mix of their own blood and that of the creatures.
Over the radio traffic, Becker heard Abby announce that Darren Halpern had been found alive and only slightly injured, having barricaded himself into an inspection chamber. There had been two other contacts with the creatures, again resulting in only minor injuries, but it would be some while before they could declare the site clear.
Leaking blood from numerous lacerations, and with a raging hard-on, Becker met Blade’s eyes and grinned. “It didn’t realise it was possible to have that much fun with your clothes on,” he admitted.
Blade gestured with his knife to where Becker’s cock was tenting the front of his combats. “Need a hand with that, boss?” he asked, as though he was offering to do no more than scratch an inconvenient itch.
It wasn’t the first time Becker had been in a similar situation, but in the past he’d always waited until he was on his own before taking care of himself. Now, with every nerve on fire, and the first tendrils of pain starting to insinuate themselves into his consciousness, Becker had to admit that Blade’s offer was an attractive proposition. Ryan had been most insistent that he could trust Blade with anything, and now he thought he had some inkling of what the other captain had meant.
Becker gave a slight nod, knowing that whatever happened here would go no further. They had minutes only, but it would be enough. Blade closed the gap between them and reached out, his hand brushing Becker’s erection as he found and tugged down the zip on Becker’s combats. Blanking out the fact that Blade’s hand was slick with blood – his own or the creature’s, Becker didn’t know – he simply allowed the sensation of a cool hand on his hot cock to drive out anything else.
It was a case of light the blue touch paper and stand well back. In three hard strokes, Becker tried to bite back a gasp as heat pooled low in his belly and then spilled over into his cock like ribbons of burning gold.
Blade closed his mouth over Becker’s, stifling the gasp. For a brief moment, their tongues slid against each other and then Blade stepped back, wiping his hand on his uninjured thigh at the same time as he said into his throat mic, “Yeah, Ditz, we’re just peachy. Need a bit of needlework, but that’s all. We’ll RV back at the gate.”
Becker opened his eyes, feeling the tension drain from him along with the starburst feeling of orgasm. He couldn’t off-hand remember when he’d last come quite that hard.
“Are you OK?” he asked, staring pointed at Blade’s crotch.
Blade thumbed off his comms mic and grinned again. “Came when I snapped that last fucker’s neck.”
As they made their way slowly back to the gate, Becker began to think that Ryan’s description of the green-eyed soldier as ‘a mad fucker, but he’ll always have your back’ had been something of an understatement.
The guy was as mad as a box of frogs, but he gave a fucking good hand-job, and Becker suspected Ryan had known that perfectly well.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Becker/Blade, Connor, Abby
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Word Count : 2,901
Summary : Becker and his team have to search a derelict site for a missing teenager.
A/N : Written for the very lovely
lukadreaming’s birthday. I hope you have a lovely day!“The anomaly’s behind the tall building on your left, Becker,” Connor told him over the comms link. “The scanner in the chopper isn’t picking up any heat signatures apart from you and the rest of the team, so the chances are the kid’s gone to ground somewhere.”
“And the creatures?” Becker demanded.
“Nothing showing up at the moment.”
The two kids that had made it out of the deserted power station complex had been babbling about something terrifying attacking them, and they’d had the wounds and ripped clothing to back up their story. But they’d been in no state to provide a description of what had attacked them, despite rapid but gentle questioning from Abby. All the anomaly response team knew was that they were up against something with long, sharp claws that attacked without warning.
Becker had authorised the use of lethal force if needed and Abby had not argued.
The drone of the helicopter rota blades overhead was a comforting presence when they were outside, acting as their very own eye in the sky, but it wouldn’t help once they started searching the buildings.
He stared at the ground plan that Connor had sent over to his tablet. This wasn’t going to be easy. They had nowhere near enough men to set up a proper search grid. They’d have to split up and even after only three weeks in the job, Becker hated it when they had to play to horror movie tropes. It never ended well.
Becker quickly gave his orders, assigning a search area to each pair of soldiers. He asked Abby to remain back outside the perimeter with the police so she could remain in contact with each team and provide advice to whoever might need it. He wasn’t doing it just to keep her out of danger and she knew it. Ryan had spoken highly of the woman and Becker had been given no reason since then to doubt the other captain’s words.
Before leaving on a strictly need-to-know only mission, Ryan had also given him a good run down on each member of the military team. There were no weak links, only different strengths, and Becker was making sure he spent time with each of them in turn, wherever possible. They needed to get to know him as much as he needed to get to know them. He was under no illusion that rank alone was enough to win him their respect. That would get him their obedience. He’d have to earn their respect.
“Blade, you’re with me.”
The other man just nodded, his face as impassive as ever, his green eyes already darting around their environment, hyper-alert for any movement.
Everyone had their orders and moved off swiftly, and surprisingly silently, despite the detritus underfoot that had been collecting since the power station had been decommissioned. No one had been mad enough to buy the site yet, but at some point it would no doubt all end up getting ripped down to make way for eye-wateringly expensive apartments. For now, it was just falling steadily into decay, aided and abetted by the local kids, who seemed to have used every window in every building left standing for target practice. Bricks, stones, chunks of wood and broken glass littered the ground, along with drinks cans, plastic bottles and fly-tipped rubbish everywhere. It was a stark, ugly eyesore.
And a potential death trap.
****
The first building they entered was a small office. It looked like someone had just walked out one day and had never gone back. There was an overturned desk in one corner, a broken chair and a wrecked filing cabinet. If you were leaving an entire power station to rot, a bit of office furniture was probably small beer, but it did make the search harder.
They checked each room, using entry drills honed time and time again on live fire exercises in the Regiment’s notorious Killing House. They moved swiftly and surely, covering each other every step of the way through the decaying building.
“Clear,” Blade declared, as his eyes scanned every corner of the room.
They went back outside at a jog, broken glass shattering further under their boots. It would probably spook any creatures in the vicinity, but their primary objective was to find the missing kid: Darren Halpern, aged 13.
The next building was clear as well. The third looked nothing more than a large concrete box, but Becker’s heart sank when he saw a metal ladder set into the side of the building running down into a dark hole. The metal cover lay discarded outside, the remains of a chain hanging off it.
“Bet that ain’t either healthy or safe,” Blade muttered. “Some fucker wants stringing up by the nads for the state of this place.”
Becker had been thinking the same, but without Blade’s slight Yorkshire inflection.
They both pulled on small but powerful head-torches. Their weapons carried torch attachments, but neither Blade’s M4 nor Becker’s Mossberg was a great choice in a confined space, but they each had a holstered SIG and a knife. Make that multiple knives in Blade’s case.
Becker took point down the ladder, hating the feeling of descending into the unknown.
The climb down was no more than about four metres and at the bottom, Becker found himself in something that looked very much like an old air raid shelter. The place had obviously been rigged with electricity at one point, with broken cables hanging down from the walls in places and the remains of a long-dead fuse panel on one wall. The air was musty and it smelt like something had fallen down there and died.
Becker promptly drew his SIG and moved to one side, light from his head-torch penetrating easily beyond the patch of grey light filtering down from above. It was just the sort of place he would have loved exploring as a kid, but now it just gave him the creeps, wondering what the fuck might be lurking in the shadows.
Blade followed him down and they started to examine each room in turn. In the first an old and exceedingly smelly mattress had been propped up against a wall. They shared an amused glance. Not exactly the place to come if you wanted to impress a bird – or a bloke.
As Blade preceded him into the next room, Becker stood outside the door, covering their backs. Something thumped hard into his back, sending Becker staggering forwards into the room that Blade was searching. He felt claws scrabbling for purchase against his equipment vest and a sharp pain in his shoulder as something lacerated his flesh, the thick material of his black combat jacket proving an ineffective barrier.
Becker swore under his breath and tried to twist around to dislodge his attacker, but whatever it was clung fast and he heard the sound of something ripping. Probably his jacket.
Blade’s curse would have earned him points for inventiveness from Becker’s old RSM. A knife appeared in his hand and he jumped forward, the blade flashing in the cold white light of their head-torches. Becker felt whatever it was detach itself from him and spring away into the shadows of the room. The creature was monkey-sized, with long forearms ending in wickedly sharp talons, but one minute it was there and the next it had disappeared.
As he turned to thank Blade for his quick reactions, Becker saw out of the corner of his eye something detaching itself from the wall and bounding towards them in two long leaps, springing on thin, muscular legs.
Becker snapped off the round already chambered in his SIG. The shot appeared to miss by a fraction but the second of the habitual double-tap reflex found its mark, slamming into the creature’s chest. It collapsed onto the grey concrete floor and for a moment, Becker hardly believed the evidence of his own eyes as their attacker seemed almost to dissolve into the floor, disappearing from sight.
He heard Blade’s sharp intake of breath and saw the flash of a knife blade in the air. It hit something with a soft thunk and stood upright rather than sliding across the floor as Becker had expected. A moment later, he was staring at the corpse of something that looked like the bastard offspring of Gollum and Dobby, with Blade’s black-hilted knife protruding from its chest.
“What the fuck is it?” Becker demanded, knowing there was no one around to answer his question, but still feeling the need to say something.
“Dead,” said Blade with quiet satisfaction. “Nice shooting, boss.”
“Likewise,” Becker acknowledged, as the other man quickly recovered the knife and wiped the blade clean on the creature’s hairless skin. “It just came out of the fucking wall…”
Before Blade had time to speak, an angry hiss told Becker that they were under attack again and in a matter of moments, he found himself back to back with Blade, fighting for his life with both gun and knife as creatures came them from all sides, flowing out of the walls and disappearing back into the walls of the bunkers.
After they’d killed two more, Blade said in an oddly conversational tone, “Camouflage. They’re like fucking chameleons.”
Becker knew instantly that the other man was correct. They were under attack from creatures that had the ability to blend in with their surroundings, hiding in plain sight, visible only when they were moving. And rapid movement appeared to be their speciality. Becker and Blade both suffered from the razor-sharp talons. Blade had a long gash down one thigh and Becker could feel blood running down his arm from the initial attack and his back was starting to hurt like hell, despite the analgesic effects of the adrenalin thundering through his system.
With three creatures lying dead at their feel, dark blood pooling around them on the grey concrete, Becker and Blade edged their way to the doorway. The time for stealth was over and the moved as quickly as they could through the remaining rooms, calling loudly for Darren, but getting no response.
Once they were satisfied there was no hiding place left even for a scared teenager, they began to make their way back to the ladder. Once outside, they could warn the others what they were up against and get the lid back on the access shaft, just in case any more of the vicious little fuckers were on the loose.
The thought of an almost invisible opponent was enough to keep both men on their guard as they made their way towards the pale light filtering down from the blockhouse. When he felt the metal ladder press against his injured back, Becker moved to one side and gestured with his knife hand to the rungs.
“Your leg looks worse than my arm. I’ll cover you.”
Blade no attempt to argue, and seemed happy to let Becker watch his back in the most literal sense. Climbing the ladder would leave him without a weapon in hand, but there was nothing to be done about that. Blade reached up and started to climb. He’d reached the tenth rung when skeletal arms reached out from the wall beside and clawed at Blade’s face while another, lower down, made straight for the soldier’s injured leg.
There was no way Becker could shoot without endangering the other man. He shoved the SIG back in its holster and swapped the Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife into his right hand. This one was going to be up close and personal.
Blade swung sideways on the ladder, doing his best to avoid the slashing talons whilst trying to dislodge the one that appeared to be trying to hump his leg. For the next few minutes it was hard to break down the action into its component parts. Becker simply reacted, reaching up and grabbing for where he thought one of the creature’s long legs might be. When he managed to drag one off, the thing promptly turned on him, hissing and spitting as it went for him with tooth and claw.
He heard the heavy thump of Blade landing on the concrete floor next to him, but he was having enough trouble keeping the creature he had contact with ripping out his eyes or his throat. Whatever they were, they fought dirty. Very dirty.
A sharp crack told him that Blade had resorted to finishing one off with his bare hands. At the same moment, he managed to ram his knife into the one that was clinging to him like some sort of rabid monkey and use his other hand to slam it hard into the wall. It became visible and he let it drop to the floor.
Without waiting to be told, Blade grabbed the rungs of the ladder again and started to haul himself up. As soon as he began to emerge into the blockhouse, Becker sheathed his knife and started to limb, expecting any moment to feel sharp talons slicing into the flesh of his unprotected legs.
The minute he was clear of the hole, Blade heaved the iron lid into place, already starting to talk into his comms unit. “The creatures can camouflage themselves,” he said urgently. “I repeat, the creatures can camouflage themselves!”
Becker leaned one shoulder against the concrete wall of the small building, sucking fresh air into his lungs and wondering exactly how much damage the two of them had sustained.
Blade straightened up and grinned at Becker, his eyes darkened by pupils so dilated that only a thin emerald halo was visible.
“Nice going, boss,” he said, giving Becker a rapid once-over. “You OK?”
“I’ll live,” Becker said, the adrenalin still blocking out enough of the pain that it was hard to assess how much damage he’d sustained. He’d once seen a guy in Afghanistan tab two kilometres on a broken leg before the pain suddenly caught up with him and he’d collapsed, screaming.
The action underground had been brutal and at the same time as exhilarating as any contact he’d ever known. They’d fought at the closest of close quarters, mainly with knives and hands, and they were both covered in an unappetising mix of their own blood and that of the creatures.
Over the radio traffic, Becker heard Abby announce that Darren Halpern had been found alive and only slightly injured, having barricaded himself into an inspection chamber. There had been two other contacts with the creatures, again resulting in only minor injuries, but it would be some while before they could declare the site clear.
Leaking blood from numerous lacerations, and with a raging hard-on, Becker met Blade’s eyes and grinned. “It didn’t realise it was possible to have that much fun with your clothes on,” he admitted.
Blade gestured with his knife to where Becker’s cock was tenting the front of his combats. “Need a hand with that, boss?” he asked, as though he was offering to do no more than scratch an inconvenient itch.
It wasn’t the first time Becker had been in a similar situation, but in the past he’d always waited until he was on his own before taking care of himself. Now, with every nerve on fire, and the first tendrils of pain starting to insinuate themselves into his consciousness, Becker had to admit that Blade’s offer was an attractive proposition. Ryan had been most insistent that he could trust Blade with anything, and now he thought he had some inkling of what the other captain had meant.
Becker gave a slight nod, knowing that whatever happened here would go no further. They had minutes only, but it would be enough. Blade closed the gap between them and reached out, his hand brushing Becker’s erection as he found and tugged down the zip on Becker’s combats. Blanking out the fact that Blade’s hand was slick with blood – his own or the creature’s, Becker didn’t know – he simply allowed the sensation of a cool hand on his hot cock to drive out anything else.
It was a case of light the blue touch paper and stand well back. In three hard strokes, Becker tried to bite back a gasp as heat pooled low in his belly and then spilled over into his cock like ribbons of burning gold.
Blade closed his mouth over Becker’s, stifling the gasp. For a brief moment, their tongues slid against each other and then Blade stepped back, wiping his hand on his uninjured thigh at the same time as he said into his throat mic, “Yeah, Ditz, we’re just peachy. Need a bit of needlework, but that’s all. We’ll RV back at the gate.”
Becker opened his eyes, feeling the tension drain from him along with the starburst feeling of orgasm. He couldn’t off-hand remember when he’d last come quite that hard.
“Are you OK?” he asked, staring pointed at Blade’s crotch.
Blade thumbed off his comms mic and grinned again. “Came when I snapped that last fucker’s neck.”
As they made their way slowly back to the gate, Becker began to think that Ryan’s description of the green-eyed soldier as ‘a mad fucker, but he’ll always have your back’ had been something of an understatement.
The guy was as mad as a box of frogs, but he gave a fucking good hand-job, and Becker suspected Ryan had known that perfectly well.
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Date: 2015-01-20 10:16 am (UTC)*Iz flushed*
*Hugs for my fab birthday fic*
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Date: 2015-01-25 01:08 pm (UTC)Glad it wasn't too psycho for a birthday fic!!
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Date: 2015-01-20 10:18 am (UTC)*thud*
*fans self mightily*
That was ... that was ... RRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Love the interaction, and the action (both kinds, LOL)
Brilliant!
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Date: 2015-01-25 01:09 pm (UTC)*picks you up*
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Date: 2015-01-20 01:45 pm (UTC)LOL at Ryan's description of Blade.
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Date: 2015-01-23 08:11 pm (UTC)Blade thumbed off his comms mic and grinned again. “Came when I snapped that last fucker’s neck.”
*giggles*
Nnnnghhhhh YUMMY AS ALL FUCK.
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Date: 2015-01-25 01:11 pm (UTC)