fredbassett | Fic, Silk and Steel, Part 3, Slash, 18

Title : Silk and Steel, Part 3
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Ryan/Lester
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None.
Summary : It’s the end of a long day ………..
Warning : Slave!fic

Ryan normally had a soldier’s knack of sleeping anywhere, on anything, for as long as he wanted, and then waking at the time he’d set for himself without mechanical aid. Now wasn’t one of those times. He already gone 48 hours without sleep, so his chance of waking when he needed to were pretty bloody low. In fact, they were negligible, if truth be told, so he’d reluctantly set the alarm and then thrown himself onto the bed, falling asleep almost as soon as he’d dragged the covers over his battered body.

When the alarm sounded, the noise hit him in the pit of his stomach like a booted foot. He rolled over, slamming his hand down on the switch and groaned as the movement sent a spike of fire into his chest, reminding him forcibly that cracked ribs and sudden movements don’t mix.

8.45 pm.

Lester had said tonight. That usually meant 9 pm but if he’d got the time wrong, he’d suffer for it, no doubt about it.

With the words make sure you’re clean echoing in his head, Ryan sat up, careful now to avoid any sudden movements and made his way back to the shower block. Ten minutes later, wearing nothing but a silk bathrobe, he padded, barefoot and silent, to Lester’s quarters.

The guards threw him a respectful salute. “He’s expecting you, sir,” said one of the two. “He said to go straight through.”

Ryan nodded. It looked like he’d managed to get something right for once, but he still took the precaution of knocking and waiting.

“Enter!”

Lester sounded tired. The chances were that the PM had been even more boring than usual.

The Special Forces captain took five steps into the room then dropped carefully to his knees, suppressing a wince. “Master.”

“On time for once, Ryan, what a pleasant surprise.” Lester was sitting at a desk in a large open plan room, which served as bedroom, sitting room and private office rolled into one. The grey-green eyes that swivelled towards Ryan looked as tired as the voice had sounded.

Lester waved a hand at the drinks cabinet. “There’s a half way decent cognac in there. Pour me a large one. I need it. If it mixes with the tablets the medic has no doubt stuffed down your protesting throat, get one for yourself.”

Ryan allowed himself a slight grin. It was probably safe enough to relax that far, for the moment at least. And Ditzy never prescribed anything that didn’t mix with booze.

He felt Lester’s eyes on him as he crossed the room. The Special Forces captain was only vaguely conscious of the silk robe hanging loose and partially open, revealing his bruised body. Modesty couldn’t be described as one of Ryan’s core values and anyway, he was used to being stared at.

“Broken rib?”

The question was casual and Ryan made the mistake of replying the same way. “No, just cracked and bloody sore.” The decanter clinked against the cut glass as he tried to recover from his error, quickly adding, “Master.”

Lester made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “There are no snoopers in here, Captain, so you can stick to sir, but do remember to do it properly when we’re in the public areas. You know how much the lovely Leek enjoys having you flogged. It’s stupid to keep giving him excuses.”

“It’s also sodding painful, ………sir.”

Lester sighed. “Don’t be bloody tiresome, Ryan, you’re not the only one who’s had a bad day and my patience only stretches so far, even where you’re concerned.” The look that Lester gave the soldier was not entirely devoid of humour, “And you won’t distract me by wandering around looking like a wet dream in draped in black silk, either.”

The soldier grinned and let the silk bathrobe fall to the floor, slithering down his body to pool in a dark cloud at his feet.

The Head of the ARC drew in his breath sharply at the equally dark spreading bruise already mushrooming on Ryan’s chest. “You didn’t mention that in your report.”

Ryan shrugged. “I got in the way of the ankylosaur’s tail. My fault. Cutter told me they were faster than they looked. I should have paid more attention.”

“Professor Cutter thinks you and your lads need more instruction on what you might find on the other side of the anomalies. I do believe he’s trying to recreate his academic career by starting an ARC Academy.”

“That’s not all he’s trying to recreate,” said Ryan, dropping carefully to his knees at Lester’s side and proffering one on the glasses.

His master raised one eyebrow questioningly. “Has the Eccentric Academic been bothering Miss Lewis again?”

Ryan laughed and inhaled the brandy appreciatively. “No, but he makes no secret of the fact that he doesn’t approve of the System.”

“Then he’s more of a fool than I took him for, but I can’t afford to lose him, Ryan.” Lester reached out and ran one finger thoughtfully along the edge of the steel collar, lightly touching the soldier’s neck. “Keep an eye on him. If he starts spouting nonsense again, I want to know about it. And if that does happen, please ensure that Mr Temple engineers another unfortunate failure of the surveillance systems, before Leek gets to the information.”

Ryan stiffened under the caressing fingers but stayed silent. Lester appeared confident that his rooms weren’t bugged but the soldier saw no point in taking unnecessary risks.

The long fingers tracked up to his ear lobe, rubbing lightly. Ryan took a mouthful of the cognac, feeling the sting where he’d bitten the inside of his mouth as he’d connected heavily with a tree earlier in the day. Lester was right, it was a good brandy, and it would help as much as any of Ditzy’s antiseptic mouthwashes. The second swallow took the sting away. He gave an involuntary sigh of pleasure and lent against Lester’s knee.

Lester’s cool hand slipped round the back of his neck, stroking lightly, almost gently. Against his better judgment, Ryan started to relax. It had been a long day, there was barely an inch of his body that didn’t ache in one way or another and he craved more sleep with an almost physical ache. But sleep wasn’t all he craved.

* * * * *

Sir James Lester toyed idly with Ryan’s neck and shoulders while he finished reading the report on his desk.

Eventually, he pushed the papers away with a small snort of irritation. One day, he’d give Oliver Leek’s execrable literary efforts marks out of ten, and send them back with Must Try Harder scrawled in red in the margin. But if he gave in to the desire to put the irritating little man firmly in his place, it would no doubt only lead to some unfortunate soldier getting flogged, or raped, or both, so a more creative means of expressing his displeasure would probably need to be found.

He finished the brandy in one long enjoyable swallow. There were still some perks to this absurd job and decent cognac was one of them. Anther was sitting on the floor at his feet, enticingly attractive, albeit half asleep.

Lester nudged the soldier with his foot. “Bed. Now.”

Ryan grunted and reluctantly struggled to his feet, failing to disguise the fact that any movement, however slight, seemed to hurt.

Lester was half inclined to send the man back to his own quarters but the sight of the Special Forces captain, naked apart from a stainless steel collar, standing in a pool of black silk was enough to quash any unfortunate tendency towards altruism. Ryan was just too bloody attractive for his own good.

And Lester had an erection that needed attention.

The bed was large, the sheets were soft, and Ryan contrived to sprawl across them with an easy abandon that made Lester even harder, if that was possible.

“Turn over,” the words were low but left no doubt that they were intended to be obeyed.

Ryan rolled onto his stomach, shifting position carefully in an attempt to avoid pain.

Lester ran a hand down the other man’s tanned back, skating lightly over the almost healed scars. Ryan shivered under his touch. The hand slid lower, caressing the soldier’s arse teasingly. Ryan parted his legs, allowing Lester easier access to stroke his inner thigh.

Lester slipped one finger gently inside the other man. It slid in slickly, encountering little or no resistance. A chuckle escaped his throat.

“Makes a change for you to take good advice, Ryan. I’ll admit I’d expected you to have taken the same precautions earlier. I wasn’t exactly planning on a dry fuck, but I didn’t have much choice at that stage.”

He worked his finger around gently as he spoke.

The soldier shifted position, trying to accommodate a growing erection of his own, and pushed back against the probing finger.

Lester continued his exploration of Ryan’s body, ghosting over the hard nub inside, drawing a low moan of pleasure and another shift of the hips.

The next bit was going to be tricky, he’d inflicted enough pain on Ryan already for one day, and he didn’t want to make things worse now, not if he could possibly avoid it but they both needed an outlet for the day’s tension, and provided he was careful ……..

Lester shifted position, taking the weight on his elbows, and pressed himself slowly home. Ryan groaned, the noise low and guttural, and tried to lift his hips to meet Lester’s thrust. A stab of pain in his chest curtailed his attempt at movement.

Lester pushed into him carefully, almost gently at first, until the tight heat of Ryan’s body over-rode any shreds of control and with a gasp, he started to move, slowly at first, then gathering pace and depth, each time driving hard at the other man’s prostate, knowing what it would take to bring the soldier to a climax, even in this state.

Ryan’s head twisted to one side, breath coming now in sharp gasps and it was hard for Lester to distinguish pain reactions from pleasure, and if truth be told, by that point he didn’t care. All that mattered was the feel of the body sprawled beneath him. His nostrils filled with the smell of Ryan’s sweat, mingled with soap, overlaid with faint traces of gun oil and cordite which clung to the soldier like perfume. Incoherent noises fell from the Ryan’s lips and headed straight for Lester’s groin, urging him on, regardless of any pain he might be causing.

And then Lester was coming, driven over the edge by Ryan’s pleading, the word master echoing in his ears, all tangled up with words like fuck me, and harder.

The soldier hit his own climax seconds later, heat pooling and flaring inside him, pleasure finally driving out pain. Ryan’s groans turned to gasps and then finally descended into quiet mewling sounds, muffled in the pillow.

Lester rolled off gently, carefully pulling Ryan over with him, as he settled the soldier’s head comfortably on his shoulder. Ryan draped one arm around Lester’s waist, his fingers idly stroking one narrow hip.

“If you’re wrong about this place being clean, we’re both in the shit,” muttered Ryan, nuzzling Lester’s chest, drawing a shudder as he teased at a nipple with his teeth and the flickering tip of his tongue. “Or should I say, we’re both in the shit, sir?”

Lester sighed. “You’ve had no more than three hours sleep in 48 hours. To my certain knowledge I’ve fucked you into two orgasms in that time and yet you still manage to find the energy for insubordination. Congratulations, Ryan, even I’m impressed.”

A low chuckle was all the answer he got, and in less than a minute, Ryan fell asleep, his head still pillowed on his master’s shoulder.

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Phew, that was hot!

Love the way you've written these two. Lester has no problem using the system, even if he's aware that it might not be quite right, and Ryan knows just how far to push it before he gets into trouble! Love our boys... *g*

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