Not A Fairy Tale Part 3/16
Title: Not A Fairy Tale Part 3
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Cutter!clone
Rating: T - 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.
AN: References for J.W.Goethe's "Faust".
Lester woke up and stared into Nick's soft blue eyes.
"I like waking up with you in bed," the clone whispered and smiled at him in contentment.
As he reached out to Lester, the civil servant grasped his arm forcefully and hissed, "You don't know what you're getting into. You're just too ignorant to understand the consequences. A few days with me and you think you know everything but you are so wrong..."
"Then teach me. Teach me everything that's neccessary."
"You're not ready for that. You're not ready for me."
Lester's eyes flashed and he rolled onto the clone, pinning his arms to the side and panting angrily into his face.
"I'm not one of the nice people. Don't labour under the misapprehension that I had honorable motives for rescuing you. I was just turned on by the display of you naked and helpless, in the progress of getting raped by a weapon.
Perhaps I brought you home to make you my plaything for my secret, dirty desires. Are you prepared for living like that?"
The clone only stared, wide-eyed, up to Lester, his breathing fast and laboured but he didn't struggle against the confinement.
"What did Helen do with you?" Lester gasped out.
"She touched me... and rubbed my genitals... and then took me into her body," the clone panted back.
"No kissing?"
"That's touching of lips, right? Then no kissing."
"Good."
James Lester brought his mouth down on the clone's lips hard.
When he finally had to come up for air, the other man lay whimpering under him, his eyes glistening wet and his lips bruised.
"I warned you," Lester moaned and started to get up.
Then he was shocked as the clone whispered "More. Please more."
Lester kissed him again just as ferociously as he had done before, but he ended the kiss this time with a bite into the clone's bottom lip.
"Still more?"
The clone licked over his abused lip and nodded confidently. "Yes, still more."
"You must be crazy."
The clone just smiled and repeated. "More!"
Lester shook his head and bent down, his teeth scraping over the clone's lips then slowly nipping along the stubble covered cheek to his neck. Then Lester was sucking at the man's jugular like a vampire desperate for blood.
All the time the clone was making sweet noises and wiggling his body until James couldn't stand it any longer. He let go of the hands he was still holding down and started roaming over the clone's body whilst he moved downwards.
The clone bucked as Lester bit into his nipples and buried his fingers in Lester's hair as the civil servant shoved the pyjama bottoms out of the away to lick over the erect length hidden underneath.
Lester was caught off-guard as the clone grasped his head and pushed him down onto his cock. Two more deep thrusts and James' mouth was flooded with the bitter taste of semen, running down his throat and forcing him to swallow to avoid choking.
The kiss was punishing and delivered the last traces of semen into the clone's mouth.
"You damned little bastard. I don't like to swallow," Lester panted.
"But it seemed you liked it this time," the clone whispered, sated and Lester started to chuckle.
"You are too perceptive for your own good, you horny little bastard," James remarked.
"I like Nick more for a first name but horny little bastard is OK as well," the clone muttered before he fell asleep.
Lester had gone to work before Nick regained consciousness again.
The clone was reading a book on the couch in the living room when Lester came home.
"How fitting," Lester mumbled as he read the title of the book.
"(I am) Part of that Power which would // The Evil ever do, and ever does the Good," he quoted, as he dropped down onto the couch.
The clone put the book down and turned to Lester. "Hard day again?"
Lester just nodded and pulled him brutally into his arms.
"You should run as far away from me as you can," he whispered. "The world outside is a harsh place. First, comes a full stomach, then comes ethics. If you want to survive, you have to cut your heart out to get just as callous as the people around you. I'll only destroy you."
Lester pushed him away and hurried into the bathroom. He was studying his face in the mirror as Nick stepped behind him.
"What do you expect to see," the clone asked softly.
"I don't know," Lester answered, desolately.
"Christine is trying to take the project away from me. It's the only job I've ever had where I actually can do something good. But she will turn it in a military operation, a disruptive force just like everything else."
"You will find a way to stop her," Nick reassured Lester and rubbed his shoulders gently.
"You don't get it. My hands are tied. I'm only on the receiving end of orders myself. In the end, she will win. She plays the game better than me. I've made a big mistake. I've started to care for the people under my command. I shouldn't have let that happen. Such feelings only make you weak."
"No, that's not true." The clone spun him around, upset. "It's what makes you human."
"You are reading too much Storm and Stress literature. You know "Faust" is about the choice between good and bad as well? So I'm asking you which role I play in your life?"
"You're overthinking it! Come to bed. You need sleep."
"What's with dinner?"
"Forget dinner. Food isn't important right now. A person can go days without it."
"You think one night spent together and a blowjob makes a difference and you can boss me around now? Don't underestimate me. I'm not a man you can..."
The clone pressed his mouth onto Lester's, effectively shutting him up.
"Stop it, James. Stop everything else, just feel."
The clone started to kiss him along the jawline and told Lester: "I liked the way you took me in your body. Can we do that again? Or do you want me to do it to you? It will help you relax."
"My horny little Nick," Lester smiled and let his hands slide over the clone's soft cheek. "You have shaved. Why?"
"I don't like a stubbly face. I'm not Cutter," Nick declared defiantly.
"I know," Lester answered and let his fingers slide through the other man's long soft hair.
"Do you want me to be him?" the clone asked anxious.
"No, I don't. Cutter and me were the total antagonists. He was a honorable, noble-minded man, unlike me. I doubt we could have had a proper talk without annoying each other very quickly. "
"But even so you miss him."
Lester burred his hands in the clone's hair and drew him down for an intense kiss but the clone struggled free a moment later.
"You didn't mean what you said about the reasons you rescued me, right? You don't want me to be your plaything, do you?"
Lester scrunched his face. "Let's drop this conversation. You were interested in a blowjob earlier and I think I..."
"No, tell me now! Why did you save me?"
Lester licked his lips at the blazing look in Nick's eyes and sighed.
"Cuttter was one of my team. He was my responsibility. Perhaps if I'd had more experience in leading such projects, Helen wouldn't have been successful. I have failed to protect my team leader. I couldn't save him but I could save you..."
As Lester looked away, blinking, the clone whispered. "We will save each other," and kissed Lester savagely.