Not A Fairy Tale Part 4/16
Title: Not A Fairy Tale Part 4
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 Edgar Allan Poe's "The Cask of Amontillado".
"I was wrong. You're not touch starved but I am. It's been too long since someone was really close to me," Lester whispered as he caressed the hip of the man he was spooning.
"What's about your family? I've seen your photo album."
"My parents are deceased and we were never really close. I've no siblings or other close relatives anymore."
"I mean your own family that you've made. That was your wife and kids you were holding on the photos, wasn't it?"
"She's afraid of me. She thinks I'm dangerous and that I have blood on my hands. The worst of it is she's absolutely right. She doesn't want me near the children, either. Now I live here and she lives in the Mansion, as far away from me as she can get. I swear I've never raised a hand against my children but regardless of that I'm only allowed to see them under supervision, once in a while."
"You could have found someone else..." the clone said.
"You know I talk in my sleep, so casual flings aren't an option. And no sane person would want to stay with me permanently, not after the things I've done. No, the paid professionals are sufficient for my occasional needs. "
"I'm still here with you." the clone pointed out, but Lester only snorted.
"You're crazy and you've no choice, that's all. In the end you'll run away as well."
"That looks beautiful on you, Nick. Please, turn around. They have done a good job. The tux suits you perfectly. And now try the leather jacket..."
"Lord, you look delicious." Lester drew him into a deep kiss and buried his hands in the longer than shoulder long hair.
"If you don't get a haircut soon. You'll have to wear a ponytail. Your hair is already curling at the ends," Lester smirked.
"But you like it this way. You love caressing my hair," Nick smirked back.
"I love touching you, not only your hair. But it's better if I book a hairdresser. Shoulder length is long enough."
"You've drunk. I can smell the alcohol on your breath."
"But I'm not drunk. I've just tried the different types of sherry in your bar. Imagine, there wasn't an Amontillado. James, we need an Armantillo for your bar. But the others were yummy too, just like you."
Lester watched, shaking his head as Nick stumbled over his own feet in the attempt to kiss him.
"You're totally wasted, Nick. Come, I'll take you to bed."
"You know Montresor waited years to take revenge on Fortunato, " Nick babbled as Lester stripped him.
"Do you think Helen did hide in the past to plot her revenge on Cutter just like Mortsenor did? What must have happened between them for her to want to torture and kill her husband? Edgar Allen Poe never tells us in his story. But his sherry is good."
"I'm afraid we will never know that answer either," Lester said, quietly as he put the clone to bed.
"I should probably hide some of the books. It looks like literature is a bad influence on you," he whispered, smiling, and kissed Nick gently on his hairless cheek.
The clone had shaved off his five o'clock shadow away the way he'd taken to doing every evening, and James was reassured Nick hadn't been drunk the whole day.
Nick grinned at the message stuck on the new laptop Lester had given him.
"I'll try to get home early so we can watch that documentary together on TV. Please stay away from the sherry. I had enough of your bad-tempered mood last week. James"
The clone removed the post-it note carefully and put it away in his small box, already filled with other similar messages from James Lester.
Some minutes later, Nick was engrossed in the magic world of the internet, looking in fascination at the naked bodies in the pop-ups.
It wasn't even five hours later when the key turned in the look and James Lester marched in angrily.
As Nick hastened to meet him, worried, Lester pushed him away brutally.
"Go to your room and lock the door. Believe me, you don't want me near you in my state."
"James, what's happened? Why are you back home already?"
"I told you to leave me alone," Lester yelled. "Now be a good little clone and obey my order!"
The clone stared at James in disbelief. His bottom lip started to quiver in rage and he clenched his fists.
"I will not let you treat me this way. Whatever has happened don't take it out on me. Now try to calm down and tell me what has occurred at work." he said, with barely suppressed anger.
But it was already too late to talk sense into the bureaucrat. In two fast steps, he was at Nick, chucking him against the door where the door handle drove hard into the clone's lower back, leaving bruises.
"I've warned you to stay away from me. I've told you I would hurt you if you stayed. But you didn't believe me," Lester hissed nastily, pressing him harder against the door handle.
Nick kicked out and managed to break free. He grasped the shorter man and slammed him with his front against the door, but in spite of his ire still making sure he was next to the door handle, not against it.
Lester fought against the man holding him down but he wasn't a match for the angry clone. Finally the fury and fighting spirit bled away from him and he sagged against the wooden surface of the door.
As Nick stepped away, James Lester slumped sidewards to the ground in a pathetic heap, his whole body shaking.
The clone waited some minutes, then he knelt down and drew Lester into his arms.
Lester tried to free himself from the embrace but Nick held him tightly until James only helplessly scraped his fingers against the clone's back. Finally this stopped as well and James Lester lay exhausted in the other man's arms.
"What happened?" Nick asked, quietly.
"They took it away from me, my Anomaly project. Christine is in charge now. I'm banned from the ARC," James answered hoarsely.
"What's about the team?"
"They've fled with the coordinates for a safe house but they can't hide forever."
"They are safe for now and that's all that counts at the moment. You have done what you could. Now they will have to fight for themselve for once. I'm sure your team will pull through. If only part of the things you've told me are true then they will kick Christine's arse."
Lester gulped back a sob and hugged the clone back.
"Why are you still here?"
"Because I'm exactly where I want to be. Now stand up and come into the bathroom. We will take a shower and then go to bed."
They undressed in silence and Lester stepped in the shower cubicle first.
Nick drew a breath when he saw Lester's shoulder.
"Did I do that to you?" he asked, appalled, but Lester shook his head.
"That's just a souvenir of Christine Johnson. One of her men gave me a hard push with the rifle to say farewell."
Nick observed the badly bruised shoulder. At one point the skin had been broken and blood was trickling out.
Lester shivered as the clone started to lick over the wound.
"Need you," he whispered so quietly Nick barely could hear him. "Need you to take me, have to feel you."
"You want to take me in your body? The way lovers do it?" the clone asked, surprised.
"Please!" James begged and propped his hands up against the shower tiles whilst spreading his legs.
Nick turned on the shower and stepped briefly below the hot jet then grasped the soap and started to clean himself quickly.
"What are you doing," Lester asked irritated, a wee bit of his old anger returning, and looked over his shoulder.
"Just a moment. I want to be clean for you."
"There isn't anything clean about sex. So stop it and come here. Just use the soap to slick your cock up."
The clone obeyed and moved behind James.
"You're sure you want this?" he asked insecurely.
Lester was at the end of his patience.
"Either you fuck me now or you get out of here. I can't... I can't bear it anymore. I need something to take my mind off things. Need to feel something."
Nick pushed his soaped up cock between Lester's arse cheeks tentatively, and Lester drew a deep breath.
"Go on!" he ordered.
He relaxed his muscles as the clone pressed against his hole and slid in with the tip of his cock.
"More!"
Arousal flooded through Nick and he shoved inside hard.
Lester only groaned. "Yeah, like this. ....More!"
Nick repeated his action, drawing out almost completely and pushing inside fiercely again.
"More! Harder!"
The steady rhythm Nick started brought him quickly to the brink but James still groaned and pleaded for more.
"It will only hurt... your shoulder... if I do it harder," Nick panted.
"That doesn't matter. Take me harder," Lester whimpered. "Please more!"
"Still more?" Suddenly something dawned on Nick. "More pain?"
Lester's breath shuddered and he pushed desperately back against Nick.
"Hush. It's all right. I will take care of you, James. Brace yourself,." the clone gasped.
He pulled out and drove back with his whole body, slamming the other man brutally against the shower wall. Lester's injured shoulder was connecting hard with the cold tiles and he cried out and came, his clenching arse muscles drawing Nick over the edge as well.
They showered together, washing away the remains of the encounter.
Lester hissed as the water pattered on the open wound on his shoulder, the crack now slightly larger than before.
When Nick turned, Lester eyed the bruise on the clone's lower back with regret. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Yeah, I know. And I'm still here."