Primeval WIP: Weekend Plans 2 (42/...)
Title: Weekend Plans 2 (42/...)
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Cutter, Stephen/Lyle, Abby/ Connor, Helen Cutter, Oliver Leek
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Lyle belongs to Fredbassett.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Oliver Leek looked at the clones with affection. They weren't the brightest or handsomest lot; Helen's taste in men was definitely lacking; but despite all that they'd become some sort of friends. Sharing a room with the men and enduring Helen Cutter's whims together had seen to that.
Oliver had never been well liked in school, university or later in Home Office. They had belittled him and underestimated his clear intellect.
Only the clones had accepted him without objection and he knew they liked him. After all he'd treated them better than Helen had ever done.
Now he was determined to free them of Helen's clutches. They would certainly prefer to serve him rather than a crazy green-eyed bitch.
"Be a good little minion. Open your mouth and swallow the drops," he talked insistently to the clone in front of him who finally obeyed...
"Your turn to make breakfast," Stephen announced cheerfully and nudged Lyle with his elbow.
"Eh?"
"My flat, my rules. And those say the bottom gets pampered."
"I don't know where everything is," Lyle whined.
"That didn't bother you when I had to search around in your kitchen for everything yesterday. Come on, up with you. I'm hungry."
Lyle tried another protest but Stephen just grasped the bedcover and left Lyle shivering in the cold morning air streaming in from the open window.
Muttering some curses, Lyle finally stood up and slipped into his clothes. While Jon Lyle banged every cupboard door in the kitchen, Stephen snuggled under the bedcovers and grinned.
Marcus Fox opened his eyes and tried to find a way of entangling himself from his friends on the couch. After having endured all six Star Wars films with Connor and Abby in a row he felt exhausted despite the fact that he'd slept until midday, as a quick glance to at his wristwatch told him.
He had already dozed off whilst Anakin Skywalker and Padme fell in love and was woken up by Abby kicking him in the ribs. He finally gave up trying to stay awake three hours later, far after midnight, and passed out completely when Princessin Lea was captured by Jabba the Hutt.
By now the TV monitor was emitting white noises and Abby and Connor had fallen asleep leaning against his shoulders while Rex had got comfortable on his belly.
After some wiggling, Babyface had at least managed to irritate Rex so much the tired lizard had crawled over to Connor to find another place to sleep but Abby and Connor still slept on.
Marcus raised himself up from the couch forcefully and watched in amusement when Connor and Abby crashed down on the couch and came awake with a start.
"I'm going home. Have a nice weekend," he announced and walked out of the door, leaving his two bleary-eyed friends and a grumpy lizard behind in the flat.
"I hadn't realised slouching in bed the whole weekend could be such fun," Lyle said and moved slowly in and out of his lover.
After a big breakfast in the kitchen and some snogging in the living room they had spent the rest of the day in bed and Stephen's talented tongue had seen some action.
Finally, Lyle had been so turned on he'd flipped Stephen over, lubed him within seconds and was buried up to his balls inside him before the younger man could complain.
Not that Stephen would have complained much, judging by the squeaking noises he was currently making.
Jon Lyle watched the muscles under his hands ripple with every thrust. Stephen's skin was already covered with a thin layer of sweat and he whimpered when Lyle started to quicken his pace.
Feeling his climax approaching, Lyle angled for his lover's prostate a last time and grinned with pleasure as he felt Stephen shudder under him.
With a last deep stroke he let himself fall over the brink, pumping his semen deep into his lover's arse.
"I still can't believe that you let me be your first. I wish I could stay inside your sinfully tight arse for the rest of my life. God, Stephen, you feel so good I want to fuck you forever," Lyle whispered and fluttered a kiss onto the slick shoulders.
Stephen blinked and drew a breath as Lyle gently slipped out of his body. That was the most unconventional declaration of affection he had ever heard but it was also the best offer he'd ever got.
"Forever sounds good to me. Want that too," he whispered before he closed his eyes and passed out.
On Sunday morning, Oliver Leek looked at the mess in the flat and scratched his head.
The clones had liked him, he had been so sure of that. So what had gone wrong?
The drug he'd worked on the whole Saturday should have been stripped of the violent side effects and should only have bound the clones to the person they cared for the most.
So why did he now have a ruined flat and a room full of naked, unconscious cleaner clones, looking peaceful and happy despite the fact that they had fallen into a coma?
And what had got into the two still conscious clones who each held a gun aimed at him now after they had freed him from the toilet another clone had locked him in yesterday night.
Angrily, Oliver touched his bruised jaw and followed the two clones he had named William and Brian with his eyes as they vanished arm in arm between the trees in the park, now and then stopping to share a tender kiss.
Five hours later, he still hadn't managed to raise the other clones up. Oh dear! Helen was going to be furious.
Helen Cutter couldn't believe what she saw in front of her eyes.
The door was open, the flat was in chaos and the clones lay sleeping in the nude in Leek's bedroom. The sneaky little bugger had run off, of course.
Helen gave the chair, the last item which had remained unscathed in the flat, a hard kick. All attempts to wake up the clones had been fruitless. Her little army had been knocked out from whatever Leek had given them.
Did he even know how difficult it was to clone someone? It took 13 months for the ripening process and some weeks more to get a halfway decent being who could take care of his basic needs alone.
Feeding and potty training grown men hadn't been a walk in the park and the prospect of having to go through that again made her sick.
She could only hope they would come out of the coma soon or all of her plans would have to be delayed for another year.
'Wait, Leek, until I get my hands on you. You'll curse the day you were born,' Helen thought furiously.
Oliver Leek sat in the pub and nursed a beer. That had to be Helen's and the clones fault. He knew his work on the drug had been perfect. Why oh why did nothing go like he'd planned it. The whole universe must plot against him. Luckily he still had his emergency plan.
It had been a nice surprise to find out raptors reproduced so well, even in stress situations. Not even Cutter had realised that the raptor pair they had encountered in the mall had left behind a nest full of eggs which Oliver had been taken in his care.
Now he only had to wait until the little creatures were old enough to hunt for bigger prey and all bets were off again. He still knew how to get access to the ARC.
Leek grinned maliciously and walked home to his secret warehouse.
Helen and the clones were already only a distant memory in his crazy mind. All he could think about was James Lester, the man who had ruined his life.