fredbassett

Title : Proportionate Response
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Burton/Lester, Ryan, Becker
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Taking only a bodyguard with him in the hope of stopping New Dawn probably hadn’t been one of Lester’s smartest moves.
Warning : non-con.
A/N : To defend myself against the charge of withholding fic, here's the non-con I was talking about last night.

“Not looking so sure of yourself now, James…” Philip Burton’s honeyed voice slid over his skin like cold silk. “I always imagined you’d look good on your knees.”

Lester stared up at his adversary, doing his best to suppress the cold shiver dancing up and down his spine. “You’re quite mad, Philip, you do realise that, don’t you?”

“Unlimited green energy? What’s mad about that. The Minister doesn’t think there’s anything mad about my plans.”

“The Minister has no idea of the risks you’re taking. Your giant anomaly leads to a ruined earth. Doesn’t that tell you anything?”

“It tells me that I should never have let your people anywhere near New Dawn, but never mind, we’ve put a stop to your meddling now.”

While Burton was gloating, Lester couldn’t help stealing a glance at the door. It remained obstinately closed.

“You sound like a pantomime villain from Scooby Doo, Philip.” In response to Burton’s puzzled expression, Lester rolled his eyes. “American children’s TV cartoon. I’d forgotten that you don’t have children.”

Burton’s eyes narrowed. “You’re playing for time, James, but it won’t work. My men have apprehended your barely house-trained Rottweiler, and Captain Becker and his merry band won’t get within a kilometre of this facility.”

Lester fought to keep the shock off his face. He’d hoped that Ryan had made it out of Burton’s HQ and that it was only a matter of time before he returned with reinforcements. “I don’t believe you.”

“Bring him in!” Burton called.

The door banged open to reveal Ryan held firmly between two of Burton’s security guards. Ryan’s face was bruised and bleeding. His right cheek had been laid open to the bone and from the way he moved, Lester suspected he might well have broken ribs. Ryan shot him an apologetic look. Lester shrugged slightly, already wishing he hadn’t been quite so keen to beard the lion in his den with only Ryan on personal protection detail. Despite Ryan having been invalided out of the army, Lester had never had the slightest hesitation in entrusting his safety to the man, but he hadn’t anticipated Burton’s willingness to descend into violence quite so quickly.

“I’m sorry, Ryan,” he said quietly.

“Call the ARC,” Burton demanded. “Order Becker to stand down.”

Lester shook his head.

Burton nodded to one of his guards who promptly drove his fist into Ryan’s stomach. The former special forces soldier gasped and doubled up in pain. The guards yanked him upright again and Burton looked speculatively at Lester.

“I’m sure Ryan can take a lot of punishment, James. He’s no doubt well used to this sort of thing, but you’re not used to watching, are you? The next order I’m going to give will result in one of his fingers being broken. Now are you going to call the ARC or not?”

Lester looked into Ryan’s eyes and was shocked by the calm acceptance he saw there.

The sickening snap of breaking bone followed a heartbeat later.

“You fucking bastard, Philip!”

“He’s got seven other fingers and two thumbs, James. He’ll start screaming eventually, they always do.”

“Ignore him, sir,” Ryan said, his voice sounding calmer than Lester would have believed possible.

Another crack drew a sharp intake of breath from Ryan.

“Stop this! Leave him alone!”

“I’m trying to prevent unpleasantness. Surely you can see that, James? If Becker and his men start charging in here, people will get hurt, possibly even killed. Just make the phone call. Tell Becker to stay away from here.”

Burton nodded at his guards, but instead of breaking another finger, one of them turned and drove his knee viciously into Ryan’s groin. Ryan grunted in pain, but kept his eyes fixed on Lester and shook his head slightly.

Burton sighed theatrically. “James, you really are being very tiresome. Don’t think I don’t realise that you’re playing for time. This can all escalate very quickly, you know.” He looked down at Lester, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “It’s easy to be strong when someone else is taking the pain, but I wonder how long you would last with the same treatment? I don’t suppose you’ve been hit by anyone since you were in school playground, have you?”

“I don’t make a habit of brawling,” Lester said haughtily as he could manage.

“How very laudable.” Without warning, Burton slammed his foot hard into Lester’s stomach.

Pain blossomed like an obscene flower in Lester body as the breath exploded out of his lungs and acid bile rose in his throat. With no one to hold him up, Lester was knocked backwards to land in an ungainly sprawl on the pale grey vinyl tiles.

Burton was right, he was very definitely playing for time. He’d told Becker if he wasn’t back from Prospero’s headquarters in one hour, the captain was to come in all guns blazing. And he hadn’t been speaking metaphorically.

Burton was out of control. He’d been certain of that before setting foot in the building, but he hadn’t expected anything quite so… unsubtle from him.

Lester stayed on the floor, gasping. Pride had gone out of the window the moment he’d been forced to his knees in front of Burton, so a little playacting wouldn’t go amiss now.

A slow handclap told him that Burton knew perfectly well that he was laying in on with a trowel.

Lester pushed himself up with his hands and found himself on eyelevel with a very obvious erection that even a pair of well-tailored trousers was failing to hide.

“This is how you get your kicks, is it?” Lester said. “At what point did you move on from pulling the wings off butterflies?”

Burton put a well-manicured hand to his flies and slowly undid the zip, freeing his hard cock. “I’ll grant you five minutes, James. You have precisely five minutes to make me come in your mouth. If you fail, Ryan will be shot in the stomach and you will watch him bleed to death unless you make that call to Becker.”

“You really are an odious little man, Philip.”

“Do it,” Burton ordered in a voice as cold as graveyard granite.

Lester knew he’d pushed Burton as far as he could, but if his mental calculations were accurate, five minutes was about all he would need. Captain Becker was nothing if not punctual.

“Am I allowed to use my hands as well?”

Burton sighed. “As long as I get to come in your mouth, I don’t particularly mind.” He reached out and ran his fingers through Lester’s hair. “You don’t know quite how long I’ve waited for this moment…”

“You could have just sent flowers and a Valentine’s card.”

The long fingers twisted cruelly in his hair, pulling his face forward. “Four minutes, James. You’d better hope your technique is up to this.”

“I’ve never had any complaints,” Lester said, as archly as he could manage when he was just about to suck the cock of a man he thoroughly detested.

He reached up and took Burton’s hard cock in his hand, feeling it throb in his grip. The man was clearly on a hair-trigger, but Lester wanted every one of those four minutes and was determined to make them – and Burton – last. As he lowered his mouth to take the swollen head between his lips, he gripped Burton’s cock firmly at the root, intending to stave off the man’s orgasm as long as possible.

Lester swirled his tongue around Burton’s cock, then took it further into his mouth and started to suck. He felt Burton’s grip tighten on his hair and made sure his own fingers were firmly in place. He needed to make sure Burton was enjoying this enough not to bring this powerplay to an abrupt end.

It was a while since he’d given anyone a blowjob, so he had to admit that his technique wasn’t as refined as it might once have been but judging by the sharp intake of breath he was able to drag from Burton’s lips, he wasn’t doing too badly. He bobbed his head, lips drawn around his teeth, and swallowed the saliva collecting in his mouth, all the while doing a mental countdown in his head, as he was certain that one of Burton’s goons was watching the clock, even if he’d managed to distract their boss.

When he reached two minutes, his jaw was starting to ache from the strain, but he knew that if it wasn’t for the hand he had on Burton’s cock that he would have already been swallowing a mouthful of come, and that was not something he had any intention of doing. At the three-minute marker he could feel the tell-tale tremble in Burton’s thighs as he started to strain towards hic climax and thrust into Lester’s mouth.

The hard cock hit the back of his throat, almost triggering his gag reflect.

Burton gasped.

Lester backed off for a moment and angled his left hand so that he could see the dial of his watch. Thirty seconds left to go. Timing was going to be crucial now.

Burton’s guards had all their attention fixed on the free floor show taking place in front of them, and one quick glance told him that the pair of them were already sporting impressive hard-ons. Now all he had to hope was that Ryan was every bit as good as legend had it, even with several broken ribs and two broken fingers. As far as Lester could tell, the maimed hand was Ryan’s right, with the little finger and index fingers both at odd angle.

Lester thrust all doubt to the back of his mind and started counting down from thirty as he pressed his tongue firmly against Burton’s leaking slit, trying to avoid the wretched man forcing him into an attempt to deep-throat, something he’d never been any good at and certainly had never enjoyed.

“Get on with it, James…” Burton said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve had enough foreplay, time for the main event.”

Three, two, one… Lester bit down hard, feeling his teeth break the skin on Burton’s hard cock.

Burton howled in pain and tried to pull away, stripping skin and flesh away in Lester’s teeth.

Lester came quickly to his feet and hammered the heel of his hand straight into Burton’s face, aiming for his nose, something Ryan had taught him when he’d first put Lester through his paces in a hostage scenario. Burton was his responsibility. Ryan still had two guards to deal with. Burton’s gasp of pain told him that it had hurt, just as Ryan had said it would. The man was clearly torn between clutching at the agony in his groin and that now besetting his face. Lester took a moment to spit blood and pieces of Burton’s flesh from his mouth, then he kicked the other man’s legs from under him and repaid the kick to the stomach with one of his own before he turned to see what aid he could be to Ryan.

One of the guards was on the floor already, unmoving, his head at an unnatural angle. The other was now at Ryan’s feet, staring into the barrel of semi-automatic pistol, held firmly in Ryan’s left hand.

“I warn you, I’m as good left-handed as I am with my right,” Ryan said in a surprisingly conversational tone of voice, before he used the butt of the pistol to club the man on the temple. He dropped like a stone.

Somewhere in the distance, Lester heard the clatter of automatic weapons’ fire and the deep boom of a combat shotgun.

“Sounds like the cavalry’s arrived, sir.”

Lester allowed a small smile to quirk is bruised and swollen lips. “I knew we could rely on Captain Becker to be punctual.” He glanced at Burton, who was curled up on the floor emitting a high-pitched mewling noise. Lester couldn’t find it in him to feel sorry for the man.

Becker arrived 15 minutes later, his immaculate hair not even ruffled.

He took one look at Ryan’s mangled hand and another at the dead guard. “Wholly proportionate response, and that’s what my report will say.” Then he took a longer look at Burton. “What the hell happened to him?”

“Another wholly proportionate response,” Ryan said.

Becker had the good sense not to press either of them for details.

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goldarrow

Well done, Lester!
And well done, Fred, since you had even me crossing my legs and cringing at Lester's idea of revenge!

And an honourable mention to Ryan, who was extremely effective even one-handed.

That was definitely well worth it!