Primeval Fanfic: Breathe For Me
Title: Breathe For Me
Author: TalliW
Characters: Lester/Leek
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Warnings: non-con
AN: Written for the Prompt Meme in Denial for Curis regis, who wanted Lester/Leek breathplay, non-con.
James Lester drew a deep breath to cover the shiver running down his spine as the cold sweaty finger touched his hip.
He heard the other man gasping in excitement and closed his eyes as his arse cheeks were parted.
The cock ring around his penis had kept him hard for hours and finding release was currently the only thing on his mind.
"Do you want to come, James?" an aroused voice asked as the man licked gently over his hole.
Lester knew the saliva was the only lubricant he would get and he braced himself for the rough penetration.
He didn't protest as he was pulled up and pushed brutally against the wall and he didn't react as the other man demanded hoarsely, "Tell me you want it, James! Tell me you want to get fucked!"
Words were unnecessary anyway. The bastard knew how desperate he was by now. It was not the first time he had held him on edge in this way.
"Does it hurt, James? Do you want to come so badly it seems more important than your next breath of air?"
This time Lester was unable to hide the trembling and Oliver Leek laughed out loud.
With a well practiced move he shoved forwards and slid through the tight ring of muscles, chuckling in satisfaction as Lester pushed back against him.
"Breathe, James. Breathe for me," Leek whispered and tenderly caressed Lester's shoulders before he closed his hands around his neck and squeezed.
The fingers on his windpipe cut into his skin and strangled him mercilessly. Suddenly coming wasn't the most important thought on his mind anymore.
Lester struggled fruitlessly against the handcuffs chaining his hands behind his back, his erect cock scraping painful against the solid wall as his throat was slowly crushed.
Every breath of air became excruciating hard whilst his anus was being fucked to shreds by Leek.
All of his strength seeped away and he fell powerless against the wall, a swirl of red and black behind his eyes dragging him down into the abyss of despair.
Lester didn't feel Leek shudder and empty himself into his body. He didn't notice as the cock ring was removed from his erection and his penis was stimulated by a firm hand.
The joy of fresh air flowing through his airways now mixed with the pleasure of release was too intoxicating. Waves of delight wracked his body and he quivered in Leek's arms.
"Easy, James. We don't want you to pass away from exhaustion, do we?" Oliver Leek snickered and cleaned his semen-covered hands in Lester's hair.
Lester sank down onto the cold concrete floor panting for breath, his lungs burning and come dripping down his sore arse and thighs.
With his last energy he held back the whimper trying to escape his sore throat and concentrated instead on his hatred.
One day Oliver Leek would pay. One day he would put his own hands on the bastard's neck whilst he fucked him. The only difference would be that James Lester wouldn't stop when Leek started to struggle against him in his last attempt to get breath into his lungs.
It was this thought which kept him going every time his senses waned and breathing got harder than just giving up.
One day he would get out of this hell...