Fic. Go Ape, Becker/Danny, 15
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fredbassettTitle : Go Ape
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Becker/Danny
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : A day out takes an unexpected turn.
A/N : Written for eriah211’s fandom stocking.
“Nice one, Danny boy.” Becker stared down at Danny who had just landed in a crumpled heap at the bottom of a tree. “You’re meant to use the brake on the handle.”
“Raptors…” Danny gasped.
While Danny had been coming down the zip wire at speed and crashing into the padding around the trunk with a heavy thump, Becker had guessed that something more than his colleague’s usual over-exuberance had come into play. And – sadly – the appearance of raptors wasn’t even much of a surprise any more. It was just their luck to come across an anomaly on a day out, armed with nothing more than a couple of airsoft rifles. But at least they’d paid the extra 12 quid for treble the usual amount of ammo. There were some things Becker was not prepared to compromise on.
“Where?” Becker demanded, holding down a hand to haul Danny to his feet.
“A couple of hundred metres away.” Danny waved a hand in the direction he’d come. “Couldn’t see the anomaly but there’s a right tangle of bushes back there. I was hoping to lure you to your doom in that direction and then put a hundred rounds up your pretty arse.”
“In your dreams.” Becker didn’t like the way Danny had gone pale and had barely managed to bite back a cry of pain as he’d come upright. “What have you broken this time, Quinn?”
Danny grimaced. “Probably just bruised.”
“Like fuck.” Becker pulled out his phone and hit the button for the ARC. “Connor? Have you picked anything up?” In response to Connor’s confirmation that their location had popped upon the ADD a couple of minutes ago, Becker told him they were there already and that he’d appreciate back up sooner rather than later. “Twenty minutes,” he said when Connor had signed off. “Think we can persuade the little sods to go home before then?”
“We can have a bloody good try. Glad you’re not trying to tell me to sit this one out, soldier boy.”
Becker rolled his eyes. “Fat chance of that, Quinn. Just don’t puncture a lung, OK?”
Danny threw a mock-salute, then winced again.
They’d paid for exclusive use of the Urban Outlaws range for the afternoon, and dispensed with the use of marshals to keep an eye on them so at least they didn’t have any members of the general public to contend with. The course was set in several acres of woodland, with various aerial walkways and zip wires thrown in for good measure. There were even a couple of wooden huts to hole up in. It was certainly a lot more fun than chasing Danny around the air vents in the ARC and at least this way he got to shoot him, something Lester had strictly forbidden back at base, despite Becker’s frequent entreaties.
“We stay together,” Becker ordered.
Danny nodded. He might be a smart-arse, but the former copper was also not a total idiot, despite all appearances to the contrary.
Becker set off at a run and, whilst being in obvious pain, Danny stuck to him like glue. In a couple of minutes, they could see the bright light of the anomaly shining through the windows of the larger of the two wooden huts in the wood. The door was open and it didn’t take an expert tracker to find the distinctive three-toed prints of a raptor leading away from the building.
“Shut the door, at least that way we can stop more of the buggers coming through.”
“Going to be tricky to get them to go home if the door’s shut,” Danny pointed out.
“You can stand here and open it for them.”
“So I stand here and you try to herd ‘em towards me? What the fuck is this? One Man and his Dinosaur?”
“You’re not exactly in a fit condition to run around, Quinn. Just open the door when I tell you.”
“Yes, boss,” Danny drawled, leaning against the doorway. “What could possibly go wrong?”
* * * * *
By the time the first of the feathered fuckers had taken a chunk out of Becker’s thigh, he had remembered exactly why he hated raptors with a passion. They were fast, intelligent and very, very dangerous. They also tasted like rotting fish left to marinate in used engine oil for a week, but that was another story.
He would have preferred blasting them into very small pieces with his Mossberg, but failing that, catching them in the chest with a burst of 6mm plastic pellets from a replica H&K MP5 was still quite satisfying. Watching them scuttle off into the undergrowth at high speed was some consolation for the blood dripping down his leg inside the black coverall he’d been issued with for the day.
What he’d quickly learnt, though, was a) he really wasn’t cut out for life as a sheepdog and b) this lot would be the assignment from hell on Flockstars. The latter was not going to be mentioned, however, as that might imply that he’d actually watched it, and wild horses – or raptors – wouldn’t drag that bit of information out of him. It would be tantamount to admitting he watched Strictly or Downton fucking Abbey.
A raptor came hurtling at him from behind a large beech tree, emitting a strangled squawk. Fortunately for Becker, its bright plumage was a bit of a giveaway in an English woodland in December. With the airsoft rifle on full automatic, Becker hit it with a short burst. The pellets slammed home hard enough to hurt and the creature veered away, screeching its irritation.
Another one came at him at a run from behind, but Becker caught the movement at the last minute and twisted away, using his rifle like a club, thwacking the butt against its feathered arse and giving it something to really squawk about, as his grandmother would have said.
The only problem with standing there and fending the sodding things off was that as a tactic, it wasn’t doing much for further the aim of getting the raptors back through the anomaly and, so far, he hadn’t managed to knock any of them out, either. The plastic pellets hit hard enough to hurt, but not to stun, and raptors were tough, as well as clever.
A burst of automatic fire from the direction of the hut told him Danny was having a few problems as well.
With his back to the beech tree, Becker stared around and caught a flash of red in at least three places. It looked very much like the little fuckers were trying to surround him. If they decided to come at him from several directions at once, Becker knew he was going to be in trouble.
Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. They only had ten minutes before the response team arrived, and Becker was not going to play the damsel in distress…
He stuck the fingers of his left hand in his mouth and let out a piercing whistle.
A raptor poked its head around the side of a tree and stared at him unblinkingly out of two small, dark eyes that held a world of malice. Becker whistled again and another one appeared. When he had their full attention, Becker took off at a run.
Pain from his bitten thigh lanced through him, but it wasn’t enough to slow him down, at least not over a short distance.
When the hut came into sight, it was obvious that Danny had problems of his own, as two raptors were prowling up and down, keeping him penned in with his back against the wall of the wooden hut. The door was still firmly closed, but even over the noise of his flight through the wood, Becker could hear the sound of beaks attacking the wood as some more of the buggers tried to join the party, reminding Becker exactly why he hated going up against anything that hunted in a pack.
“Oi!” Becker yelled.
The raptors turned to him, heads cocked on one side as they considered their next move.
“Open the door!” he ordered.
Danny looked surprised but, to his credit, he didn’t hesitate. The raptors attacking the door from the inside burst out, exactly as Becker let go his hold on the MP5, leaving it dangling by the shoulder strap as he jumped up, grabbed the door lintel with both hands and kicked two raptors straight back through the anomaly. The three following him kept running and Becker was able to help them on their way, too, as he swung like a monkey on a bar, proving that doing two hundred chin-ups in the gym every day was time well spent.
A burst of BB pellets from Danny’s rifle whistled past Becker’s legs, doing a good job of convincing them that they didn’t want to come back.
“One more incoming!” Danny informed him. “Keep swinging, soldier boy!”
Becker did as instructed.
“Legs up!”
Becker pulled up on his arms and drew his legs up under him, hoping he could rely on Danny to stop the raptor taking a chunk out of his arse.
“Gotcha!”
A raptor flew past him, low and fast, aided by Danny’s size ten boot.
Becker swung backwards and came up in a crouch, the MP5 in his hands again as Danny dived past him to grab hold of the handle and slam the door shut.
That done, a broad grin split Danny’s craggy face and he held up his hand in a high five. With an eye-roll for form’s sake, Becker went a long with it, feeling the warm rush of adrenalin in his system, and the beginning of a hard-on. It was a good job he was wearing loose fitting trousers and a baggy overall. As his hand struck Danny’s, he winced slightly. It looked like he’d picked up a splinter in his palm.
“I thought I was the crazy one!” Danny said admiringly. “You were meant to herd them, soldier boy, not play bait.”
“The little fuckers weren’t listening when I tried to explain the rules.” Becker leaned back against the wooden wall of the hut and listened to the raptors throwing themselves at the door in fury. He wondered if Danny would notice him surreptitiously adjusting his underwear to accommodate his now fully erect cock. A quick glance at Danny’s groin told him he wasn’t the only one sporting an erection.
“Need a hand with that, Shep?” Danny asked with a deliberately salacious grin.
“Call me that again and I’ll break the rest of your ribs,” Becker said automatically, feeling the warm slide of blood down his thigh.
“What are you like at wanking left-handed?”
“Not as good as I’d like,” Becker admitted.
“Then you’d better let me deal with that before Ditz gets here.” Ignoring the irritated squawks of the imprisoned raptors, Danny quickly pulled apart the poppers on Becker’s overalls, tugged down the zip on his trousers and insinuated a large hand into his underwear.
Becker fought against the urge to close his eyes. With the possibility of other raptors still loose in the woods, he couldn’t afford to let his guard down quite that far. Danny’s cool hand felt good on his cock and Becker had to bite back a groan of pleasure as strong fingers tugged back his foreskin and quickly and efficiently worked him to a sharp climax that shot through his nerves with a starburst of pleasure, blotting out the pain from his leg more effectively than any medication.
Danny withdrew his hand and wiped Becker’s come off on his own muddy overalls, something else Becker was grateful for, as at least this way it wouldn’t be completely obvious that he’d just had an after-action wank.
“You owe me one, soldier boy,” Danny said, pressing a quick kiss to Becker’s lips.
Becker grinned. “I’ll stop putting mouse traps in the air vents. How does that sound?”
“Not quite what I meant, but it’ll do for a start,” Danny said, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. He turned his head at the sound of shouts coming towards them in the woods. “Over here! What fucking kept you? Becks and I are owed overtime for this one!”
“And a day off in lieu,” Becker added.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Becker/Danny
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : A day out takes an unexpected turn.
A/N : Written for eriah211’s fandom stocking.
“Nice one, Danny boy.” Becker stared down at Danny who had just landed in a crumpled heap at the bottom of a tree. “You’re meant to use the brake on the handle.”
“Raptors…” Danny gasped.
While Danny had been coming down the zip wire at speed and crashing into the padding around the trunk with a heavy thump, Becker had guessed that something more than his colleague’s usual over-exuberance had come into play. And – sadly – the appearance of raptors wasn’t even much of a surprise any more. It was just their luck to come across an anomaly on a day out, armed with nothing more than a couple of airsoft rifles. But at least they’d paid the extra 12 quid for treble the usual amount of ammo. There were some things Becker was not prepared to compromise on.
“Where?” Becker demanded, holding down a hand to haul Danny to his feet.
“A couple of hundred metres away.” Danny waved a hand in the direction he’d come. “Couldn’t see the anomaly but there’s a right tangle of bushes back there. I was hoping to lure you to your doom in that direction and then put a hundred rounds up your pretty arse.”
“In your dreams.” Becker didn’t like the way Danny had gone pale and had barely managed to bite back a cry of pain as he’d come upright. “What have you broken this time, Quinn?”
Danny grimaced. “Probably just bruised.”
“Like fuck.” Becker pulled out his phone and hit the button for the ARC. “Connor? Have you picked anything up?” In response to Connor’s confirmation that their location had popped upon the ADD a couple of minutes ago, Becker told him they were there already and that he’d appreciate back up sooner rather than later. “Twenty minutes,” he said when Connor had signed off. “Think we can persuade the little sods to go home before then?”
“We can have a bloody good try. Glad you’re not trying to tell me to sit this one out, soldier boy.”
Becker rolled his eyes. “Fat chance of that, Quinn. Just don’t puncture a lung, OK?”
Danny threw a mock-salute, then winced again.
They’d paid for exclusive use of the Urban Outlaws range for the afternoon, and dispensed with the use of marshals to keep an eye on them so at least they didn’t have any members of the general public to contend with. The course was set in several acres of woodland, with various aerial walkways and zip wires thrown in for good measure. There were even a couple of wooden huts to hole up in. It was certainly a lot more fun than chasing Danny around the air vents in the ARC and at least this way he got to shoot him, something Lester had strictly forbidden back at base, despite Becker’s frequent entreaties.
“We stay together,” Becker ordered.
Danny nodded. He might be a smart-arse, but the former copper was also not a total idiot, despite all appearances to the contrary.
Becker set off at a run and, whilst being in obvious pain, Danny stuck to him like glue. In a couple of minutes, they could see the bright light of the anomaly shining through the windows of the larger of the two wooden huts in the wood. The door was open and it didn’t take an expert tracker to find the distinctive three-toed prints of a raptor leading away from the building.
“Shut the door, at least that way we can stop more of the buggers coming through.”
“Going to be tricky to get them to go home if the door’s shut,” Danny pointed out.
“You can stand here and open it for them.”
“So I stand here and you try to herd ‘em towards me? What the fuck is this? One Man and his Dinosaur?”
“You’re not exactly in a fit condition to run around, Quinn. Just open the door when I tell you.”
“Yes, boss,” Danny drawled, leaning against the doorway. “What could possibly go wrong?”
* * * * *
By the time the first of the feathered fuckers had taken a chunk out of Becker’s thigh, he had remembered exactly why he hated raptors with a passion. They were fast, intelligent and very, very dangerous. They also tasted like rotting fish left to marinate in used engine oil for a week, but that was another story.
He would have preferred blasting them into very small pieces with his Mossberg, but failing that, catching them in the chest with a burst of 6mm plastic pellets from a replica H&K MP5 was still quite satisfying. Watching them scuttle off into the undergrowth at high speed was some consolation for the blood dripping down his leg inside the black coverall he’d been issued with for the day.
What he’d quickly learnt, though, was a) he really wasn’t cut out for life as a sheepdog and b) this lot would be the assignment from hell on Flockstars. The latter was not going to be mentioned, however, as that might imply that he’d actually watched it, and wild horses – or raptors – wouldn’t drag that bit of information out of him. It would be tantamount to admitting he watched Strictly or Downton fucking Abbey.
A raptor came hurtling at him from behind a large beech tree, emitting a strangled squawk. Fortunately for Becker, its bright plumage was a bit of a giveaway in an English woodland in December. With the airsoft rifle on full automatic, Becker hit it with a short burst. The pellets slammed home hard enough to hurt and the creature veered away, screeching its irritation.
Another one came at him at a run from behind, but Becker caught the movement at the last minute and twisted away, using his rifle like a club, thwacking the butt against its feathered arse and giving it something to really squawk about, as his grandmother would have said.
The only problem with standing there and fending the sodding things off was that as a tactic, it wasn’t doing much for further the aim of getting the raptors back through the anomaly and, so far, he hadn’t managed to knock any of them out, either. The plastic pellets hit hard enough to hurt, but not to stun, and raptors were tough, as well as clever.
A burst of automatic fire from the direction of the hut told him Danny was having a few problems as well.
With his back to the beech tree, Becker stared around and caught a flash of red in at least three places. It looked very much like the little fuckers were trying to surround him. If they decided to come at him from several directions at once, Becker knew he was going to be in trouble.
Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. They only had ten minutes before the response team arrived, and Becker was not going to play the damsel in distress…
He stuck the fingers of his left hand in his mouth and let out a piercing whistle.
A raptor poked its head around the side of a tree and stared at him unblinkingly out of two small, dark eyes that held a world of malice. Becker whistled again and another one appeared. When he had their full attention, Becker took off at a run.
Pain from his bitten thigh lanced through him, but it wasn’t enough to slow him down, at least not over a short distance.
When the hut came into sight, it was obvious that Danny had problems of his own, as two raptors were prowling up and down, keeping him penned in with his back against the wall of the wooden hut. The door was still firmly closed, but even over the noise of his flight through the wood, Becker could hear the sound of beaks attacking the wood as some more of the buggers tried to join the party, reminding Becker exactly why he hated going up against anything that hunted in a pack.
“Oi!” Becker yelled.
The raptors turned to him, heads cocked on one side as they considered their next move.
“Open the door!” he ordered.
Danny looked surprised but, to his credit, he didn’t hesitate. The raptors attacking the door from the inside burst out, exactly as Becker let go his hold on the MP5, leaving it dangling by the shoulder strap as he jumped up, grabbed the door lintel with both hands and kicked two raptors straight back through the anomaly. The three following him kept running and Becker was able to help them on their way, too, as he swung like a monkey on a bar, proving that doing two hundred chin-ups in the gym every day was time well spent.
A burst of BB pellets from Danny’s rifle whistled past Becker’s legs, doing a good job of convincing them that they didn’t want to come back.
“One more incoming!” Danny informed him. “Keep swinging, soldier boy!”
Becker did as instructed.
“Legs up!”
Becker pulled up on his arms and drew his legs up under him, hoping he could rely on Danny to stop the raptor taking a chunk out of his arse.
“Gotcha!”
A raptor flew past him, low and fast, aided by Danny’s size ten boot.
Becker swung backwards and came up in a crouch, the MP5 in his hands again as Danny dived past him to grab hold of the handle and slam the door shut.
That done, a broad grin split Danny’s craggy face and he held up his hand in a high five. With an eye-roll for form’s sake, Becker went a long with it, feeling the warm rush of adrenalin in his system, and the beginning of a hard-on. It was a good job he was wearing loose fitting trousers and a baggy overall. As his hand struck Danny’s, he winced slightly. It looked like he’d picked up a splinter in his palm.
“I thought I was the crazy one!” Danny said admiringly. “You were meant to herd them, soldier boy, not play bait.”
“The little fuckers weren’t listening when I tried to explain the rules.” Becker leaned back against the wooden wall of the hut and listened to the raptors throwing themselves at the door in fury. He wondered if Danny would notice him surreptitiously adjusting his underwear to accommodate his now fully erect cock. A quick glance at Danny’s groin told him he wasn’t the only one sporting an erection.
“Need a hand with that, Shep?” Danny asked with a deliberately salacious grin.
“Call me that again and I’ll break the rest of your ribs,” Becker said automatically, feeling the warm slide of blood down his thigh.
“What are you like at wanking left-handed?”
“Not as good as I’d like,” Becker admitted.
“Then you’d better let me deal with that before Ditz gets here.” Ignoring the irritated squawks of the imprisoned raptors, Danny quickly pulled apart the poppers on Becker’s overalls, tugged down the zip on his trousers and insinuated a large hand into his underwear.
Becker fought against the urge to close his eyes. With the possibility of other raptors still loose in the woods, he couldn’t afford to let his guard down quite that far. Danny’s cool hand felt good on his cock and Becker had to bite back a groan of pleasure as strong fingers tugged back his foreskin and quickly and efficiently worked him to a sharp climax that shot through his nerves with a starburst of pleasure, blotting out the pain from his leg more effectively than any medication.
Danny withdrew his hand and wiped Becker’s come off on his own muddy overalls, something else Becker was grateful for, as at least this way it wouldn’t be completely obvious that he’d just had an after-action wank.
“You owe me one, soldier boy,” Danny said, pressing a quick kiss to Becker’s lips.
Becker grinned. “I’ll stop putting mouse traps in the air vents. How does that sound?”
“Not quite what I meant, but it’ll do for a start,” Danny said, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. He turned his head at the sound of shouts coming towards them in the woods. “Over here! What fucking kept you? Becks and I are owed overtime for this one!”
“And a day off in lieu,” Becker added.