Primeval Fanfic: Shattered Illusions
Title: Shattered Illusions
Author: TalliW
Characters: Danny Quinn, James Lester
Rating: M
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.
Summary: Danny Quinn gets to know the dark side of his boss.
Warnings: non-consensual sex
AN: Written for the Primeval raped!Danny challenge.
Lester was shaking with fury so much that he barely got the key into the ignition slot of his car. To get a reprimand from the Prime Minister in front of several other senior civil servants was the worst humiliation he had ever experienced.
Christine Johnson hadn't even bothered to conceal her mirth as he was dressed down like a naughty schoolboy. And all that because his new team leader couldn't even string together a few sensible sentences in his report. How had the man ever managed to become a Detective Constable?
On arrival at the ARC, Lester headed straight to his office without sparing Connor and Sarah in the atrium a single glance. Danny greeted him with a nonchalant grin, perched on the edge of Lester's desk as he flipped through one of Lester's folders, marked Top Secret.
The rage Lester had suppressed to make it back in one piece flared up with vengeance. He felt a strong urge to sweep that cocky grin from Danny's craggy face. Just once the man should feel the consequences of his actions.
Danny realised instantly that something was off with Lester. His wisecrack stuck in his throat and he slowly slid down from Lester's desk then put the folder back in the intray.
Lester merely grunted, his narrowed eyes fixed on Danny's neck.
Danny had never seen Lester in such a state before and sweat broke out on his forehead and back. He attempted to speak to Lester, hoping to yank the man out of this strange mood but his throat felt constricted.
As he swallowed down the lump in his throat, trying to fight the irrational fear, Danny felt Lester's piercing look on his bobbing Adam's apple. Everything in him screamed at him to run and hide, but he inwardly scoffed at the notion. This was Lester, a plain pencil pusher, not a dangerous criminal.
Lester still hadn't moved from his position in the doorway, blocking Danny's means of escape.
"It was a mistake to hire you," Lester said unexpectedly in a much too calm voice. "Even Cutter wrote more eloquent reports than you. Your behaviour is a disgrace to the whole ARC, Quinn."
Danny felt as though he'd been just sucker-punched. That was what he got for all his efforts?
"Fuck you," he hissed, dissapointed.
"No, Quinn, fuck you."
Then everything went by in a hurry.
Danny knew he should have stayed in bed this morning. That he had swept his alarm clock from the bedside cabinet when he'd tried to switch it off and then sprained his ankle on the way to the loo should have been warning enough that the day wouldn't end well.
But in no way had he expected to end up with a cock stuffed inside his burning arse at four in the afternoon.
The worst was that the unyielding cock belonged to the man he'd so desperately tried to impress the past few weeks.
Danny had worked hard to gain Lester's attention. He had hoped to win a friend, a lover, maybe even a partner. But this frantic rutting wasn't anything like the erotic fantasies he occasionally passed his time with until a new anomaly showed up.
"Don't fuck... with ...me," Lester panted as he pushed deeper into Danny's tight anus. "Or... I will fuck... you... twice... as hard."
Danny closed his eyes, trying to block out Lester's words and imagine Lester wasn’t pounding his arse in anger but because he was turned on by him.
He hadn't fought as Lester had pinned him to the wall and had remained passive whilst his trousers were pushed down. Danny had even tried to will up an erection.
If he wasn't struggling it wasn't rape, wasn't it? The hard-nosed but good-natured man he'd fallen in love with wasn't a rapist. He couldn't be.
Tears welled up behind Danny's eyelids as his tender flesh was tearing, the last remains of his belief in humanity now getting trampled under Lester's feet as Lester strived for completition.
He knew the crack in his skin would heal but the wound in his heart and soul could never be repaired.
Danny tasted bile on his tongue as Lester's cock suddenly swelled and shot hot semen into his body. Like acid it flooded Danny's inner walls, tainting him forever.
Where once had been hopes and dreams only an empty void was left now.
Danny ignored Lester's stammered apologies as the man regained his senses and stumbled backwards. With his shrinking cock hanging out of his fly, a shirt tail over his hip and his face scarlet red, Lester made a grotesque sight. Danny couldn't understand what he had ever found attractive in the man.
Carefully, Danny moved along the corridor, his illusions completely shattered just like the coffee mug he had knocked from Lester's desk before he went.
Next time Lester would get his proper report, at least five pages long, with pictures of the animals and detailed explanations of all relevant stuff.
By no means did he want to get on the wrong side of Lester ever again.