Love And Hate
Title: Love And Hate
Author: TalliW
Characters: Ethan Dobrowski, James Lester, Danny Quinn
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading.
Warnings: non-con, a bit of incest
Summary: Whilst he's taking his revenge Ethan realised the true extent of his feelings for his brother.
AN: Written for the challenge: team fest: Quinncest (Danny/Ethan), with a prompt of Hate and Love are only two sides of the same coin. (fredbassett)
I'm not sure it actually fits Fred's expectations but my muse just didn't want to go as far as writing an explicit incest scene. Sorry.
Ethan Dobrowski had many talents. One of them was the talent for finding out his enemy’s weak point quickly and exploiting it to his own advantage.
Danny was harder to read than most people, always hiding his true self behind a mask of cheerfulness.
Ethan had provoked him deliberately but Danny hadn't given anything away.
But then luck had been on his side. As they were moving him to the interrogation room again he had noticed the look Danny had shared with the cranky guy in the suit. A look that had spoken of a high level of familiarity. Ethan knew immediately that those two were more than just employer and employee.
A wave of rage surged through Ethan as he thought about what he considered to be another form of Danny's betrayal. Instead of continuing to look for him his brother had been doing things with that man that would sent both men straight into hell.
Ethan shuddered at the thought that the same hand that had gently caressed his hair when he was a child had touched another man's dick.
How could Danny sink so low? Their parents would turn in their graves if they knew what their oldest son had been up to all these years.
That evening in his cell, Ethan smiled maliciously as he pondered ways to repay his brother. The punishment should fit the crime, shouldn't it?
The next day Danny came visiting him, Ethan set his escape plan in motion.
Lester never knew what hit him. He woke up chained on an empty bed in the basement of the house Ethan had rented under an alias and was greeted by Ethan's gruesome grin.
.
"Ethan, the Home Office doesn't negotiate with criminals," Lester said with forced calm, successfully hiding his growing panic. "Let me go and I will put in a good word for..."
Before Lester could finish his sentence Ethan's hand slammed into his face, splitting his lip and spewing small drops of blood onto the concrete floor
"Shut up! It's all your fault. Your fault he stopped looking for me. You made him forget me."
Lester could see the glimmer of madness in Ethan's eyes and a shiver ran down his spine. This wasn't the goofy baby brother Danny had told him funny stories about. This was a cold-blooded killer, a psychopath. If they didn't track him down soon he'd little chance of survival.
Ethan paced up and down the small room, now and then throwing a hateful look in Lester's direction.
Lester's face was swollen from the rain of blows Ethan had delivered to him during the last three hours.
Every time Ethan thought of Danny his rage was kindled again and he had to punish the man who'd taken his brother away from him.
"Where is he? Why doesn't he come?"
Lester remained silent. Earlier he had been stupid enough to point out that Danny couldn't know where Ethan was hiding. Ethan had broken his nose for that. Now Lester had difficulties breathing.
Out of the blue Ethan started to laugh.
"That's my great brother. Can't be bothered to find me, can't be bothered to rescue his fucktoy. Seems I have to send him a message."
Quickly Ethan cleaned the camera from the blood of its former owner and mounted it on a tripod. Lester's vitals were dropping since the last beating and Ethan was afraid he would die on him before he could tape a message for his brother.
"All right. Show time."
Lester was barely conscious as Ethan loosened his restraints and rolled him onto his stomach. That annoyed the hell out of Ethan but there wasn't much he could do about it now. He just had to hurry.
"Jesus," Ethan groaned as he pushed his cock into Lester's hole. The spittle he had applied on his cock eased the way but did nothing against the strong friction of sliding inside an unprepared body.
Lester's anal muscles clamped around him like a glove and gave him more pleasure than fucking Charlotte had ever done. No wonder Danny had forgotten everything beside the desire to slide into this tight heat over and over again.
With a howl, Ethan released himself into Lester's body, telling himself that that was just part of the revenge, that he wasn't really enjoying it.
But when he was fucking Lester for the third time he couldn't deceive himself any longer.
Thrusting hard into the unwilling body underneath him, Ethan felt closer to his brother than he had in years. They were sharing something again, just as they had shared a bar of chocolate or their toys when they were children. And he wanted to chase that feeling time and time again.
Ethan put his hands around Lester's neck and squeezed, feeling himself harden as Lester struggled for breath. He laughed aloud in delight as Lester gasped, amazed that he could still get it up.
It would be so easy to strangle Lester. But not yet. Not before his brother had received the video message and had reconciled with him. He now understood why Danny had lain with Lester. He had been looking for the sweet feeling of connecting Ethan hadn't be able to give him.
Ethan shook his head at his own stupidity. All this years he had nourished his hate for his brother because he hadn't been ready to face the true extent of their feelings for each other.
Well, Charlotte had always said that hate and love were only two sides of the same coin and that he should embrace both feelings.
He would show Danny that he understood, that Danny didn't need a cheap surrogate any more.
"Patrick, where is he?" Danny asked angrily.
Ethan smiled softly. In that moment he was indeed Patrick again, the shy teen who loved his big brother dearly.
"Come closer and I will tell you."
Ethan chuckled as he dragged his brother to the soft bed he had readied upstairs. Danny had forgotten one of the first lessons a Scout was taught: be prepared for all eventualities.
But then Danny didn't have to fight for his life on daily basis so it was understandable that he hadn't expected to be knocked out by a falling sandbag.
"I forgive you Danny. I forgive you for abandoning me. I love you so much. I love you," Ethan whispered as he connected with his brother in the most intimate way he could imagine.
Under him Danny whimpered, realising that Patrick's love was just as hurtful as his hate.
Author: TalliW
Characters: Ethan Dobrowski, James Lester, Danny Quinn
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading.
Warnings: non-con, a bit of incest
Summary: Whilst he's taking his revenge Ethan realised the true extent of his feelings for his brother.
AN: Written for the challenge: team fest: Quinncest (Danny/Ethan), with a prompt of Hate and Love are only two sides of the same coin. (fredbassett)
I'm not sure it actually fits Fred's expectations but my muse just didn't want to go as far as writing an explicit incest scene. Sorry.
Ethan Dobrowski had many talents. One of them was the talent for finding out his enemy’s weak point quickly and exploiting it to his own advantage.
Danny was harder to read than most people, always hiding his true self behind a mask of cheerfulness.
Ethan had provoked him deliberately but Danny hadn't given anything away.
But then luck had been on his side. As they were moving him to the interrogation room again he had noticed the look Danny had shared with the cranky guy in the suit. A look that had spoken of a high level of familiarity. Ethan knew immediately that those two were more than just employer and employee.
A wave of rage surged through Ethan as he thought about what he considered to be another form of Danny's betrayal. Instead of continuing to look for him his brother had been doing things with that man that would sent both men straight into hell.
Ethan shuddered at the thought that the same hand that had gently caressed his hair when he was a child had touched another man's dick.
How could Danny sink so low? Their parents would turn in their graves if they knew what their oldest son had been up to all these years.
That evening in his cell, Ethan smiled maliciously as he pondered ways to repay his brother. The punishment should fit the crime, shouldn't it?
The next day Danny came visiting him, Ethan set his escape plan in motion.
Lester never knew what hit him. He woke up chained on an empty bed in the basement of the house Ethan had rented under an alias and was greeted by Ethan's gruesome grin.
.
"Ethan, the Home Office doesn't negotiate with criminals," Lester said with forced calm, successfully hiding his growing panic. "Let me go and I will put in a good word for..."
Before Lester could finish his sentence Ethan's hand slammed into his face, splitting his lip and spewing small drops of blood onto the concrete floor
"Shut up! It's all your fault. Your fault he stopped looking for me. You made him forget me."
Lester could see the glimmer of madness in Ethan's eyes and a shiver ran down his spine. This wasn't the goofy baby brother Danny had told him funny stories about. This was a cold-blooded killer, a psychopath. If they didn't track him down soon he'd little chance of survival.
Ethan paced up and down the small room, now and then throwing a hateful look in Lester's direction.
Lester's face was swollen from the rain of blows Ethan had delivered to him during the last three hours.
Every time Ethan thought of Danny his rage was kindled again and he had to punish the man who'd taken his brother away from him.
"Where is he? Why doesn't he come?"
Lester remained silent. Earlier he had been stupid enough to point out that Danny couldn't know where Ethan was hiding. Ethan had broken his nose for that. Now Lester had difficulties breathing.
Out of the blue Ethan started to laugh.
"That's my great brother. Can't be bothered to find me, can't be bothered to rescue his fucktoy. Seems I have to send him a message."
Quickly Ethan cleaned the camera from the blood of its former owner and mounted it on a tripod. Lester's vitals were dropping since the last beating and Ethan was afraid he would die on him before he could tape a message for his brother.
"All right. Show time."
Lester was barely conscious as Ethan loosened his restraints and rolled him onto his stomach. That annoyed the hell out of Ethan but there wasn't much he could do about it now. He just had to hurry.
"Jesus," Ethan groaned as he pushed his cock into Lester's hole. The spittle he had applied on his cock eased the way but did nothing against the strong friction of sliding inside an unprepared body.
Lester's anal muscles clamped around him like a glove and gave him more pleasure than fucking Charlotte had ever done. No wonder Danny had forgotten everything beside the desire to slide into this tight heat over and over again.
With a howl, Ethan released himself into Lester's body, telling himself that that was just part of the revenge, that he wasn't really enjoying it.
But when he was fucking Lester for the third time he couldn't deceive himself any longer.
Thrusting hard into the unwilling body underneath him, Ethan felt closer to his brother than he had in years. They were sharing something again, just as they had shared a bar of chocolate or their toys when they were children. And he wanted to chase that feeling time and time again.
Ethan put his hands around Lester's neck and squeezed, feeling himself harden as Lester struggled for breath. He laughed aloud in delight as Lester gasped, amazed that he could still get it up.
It would be so easy to strangle Lester. But not yet. Not before his brother had received the video message and had reconciled with him. He now understood why Danny had lain with Lester. He had been looking for the sweet feeling of connecting Ethan hadn't be able to give him.
Ethan shook his head at his own stupidity. All this years he had nourished his hate for his brother because he hadn't been ready to face the true extent of their feelings for each other.
Well, Charlotte had always said that hate and love were only two sides of the same coin and that he should embrace both feelings.
He would show Danny that he understood, that Danny didn't need a cheap surrogate any more.
"Patrick, where is he?" Danny asked angrily.
Ethan smiled softly. In that moment he was indeed Patrick again, the shy teen who loved his big brother dearly.
"Come closer and I will tell you."
Ethan chuckled as he dragged his brother to the soft bed he had readied upstairs. Danny had forgotten one of the first lessons a Scout was taught: be prepared for all eventualities.
But then Danny didn't have to fight for his life on daily basis so it was understandable that he hadn't expected to be knocked out by a falling sandbag.
"I forgive you Danny. I forgive you for abandoning me. I love you so much. I love you," Ethan whispered as he connected with his brother in the most intimate way he could imagine.
Under him Danny whimpered, realising that Patrick's love was just as hurtful as his hate.