athene (deinonychus_1) wrote,

Fanfic: Sanctuary-verse fic: Business as Usual

Title: Business as Usual (A Sanctuary-verse fic)
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Stephen/Ryan/Connor
Rating: 15
Warnings: Largely implied smut. 
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them. Except for Sanctuary, which is entirely the property of Mysteriousaliwz. 
Word count: approx 750
Summary: Ryan is still unhappy over the latest events in Sanctuary, so Stephen and Connor decide to cheer him up.  
AN: Written as a present for Fredbassett. This is entirely Fred’s fault for the Bad!Sex invasion of Sanctuary on Denial yesterday.  


            “Guys? Anyone at home?”

            Ryan stomped across to the door and practically ripped it open. From where Stephen was sitting in the living room he could see Connor standing in the doorway, the grin rapidly dropping off his face when he saw the mood Ryan seemed to be in.

            “You again? Are you getting frequent bloody flyer miles for this place or something?” Ryan snapped. Without waiting for an answer he shoved past Connor and headed off towards the bedroom.

            “What’s up with him?” Connor asked as he wandered in and threw himself down on the sofa next to Stephen. Stephen couldn’t help surreptitiously checking to make sure Connor still had a temporary visitor pass, and hadn’t become a permanent resident. The amount of times he’d been here, Stephen was starting to wonder. Especially after they had found the pizza in the fridge with Connor’s name on it.

            “He’s not too happy right now,” Stephen said.

            “I can see that. Why not? I thought this place was all about you two being happy?”

            “Things have been a bit...weird around here lately.”

            “Weird?” Connor looked interested, and possibly intrigued about what exactly might qualify as ‘weird’ on the Sanctuary scale of general strangeness.

            “Trust me, you’re happier not knowing.”

            That got him a raised eyebrow.

            “So, shouldn’t you go after him or something?”

            “He’s not exactly...” Stephen tried to find a way of phrasing it that would in no way imply that he was talking to Connor about his sex life. “He’s not co-operating much at the moment. Seems to think I’m going to start being weird again. I keep telling him we’re back to business as usual, but he won’t believe me.”

            “So why don’t we show him? I mean, I know he’s strong, but he can’t fight both of us off at once. And once he knows it’s all back to normal he won’t be fighting at all, will he?”

            Stephen felt himself starting to smile. Connor had a point. He leapt to his feet.

            “Come on then. We’ll jump him in the bedroom. I’ll hold him down, and you tie him to the bed so he can’t get away.”

            “Right.” Connor got up as well, and then stopped. “Er, Stephen, what’s that?”

            Stephen looked where he was pointing.

            “A mortar.”

            “Why is there a mortar in your living room?”

            Stephen shuddered at the memory. “Just in case.”

            He led Connor down the corridor to the bedroom. Ryan was lying on the bed reading a book. He just had time to look up before Stephen and Connor charged him. Stephen leapt onto his legs and held him down while Connor grabbed a wrist and wrestled to tie it to the bedpost.

            “What the hell is going on?” Ryan yelled, struggling, but not quite managing to move fast enough to get away from them.

            “Trust me. You’ll like it,” Stephen insisted, trying, and largely failing, to hold him still.

            Connor seemed to have got one wrist tied to the bed, but now they had lost the element of surprise he was having difficulty with the second. Stephen took matters into his own hands, literally, and unzipped Ryan’s jeans and grabbed his cock.

            Ryan abruptly stilled.

            “That’s better,” Stephen said, before he leaned down and swallowed Ryan’s cock. He glanced up to see Ryan’s head fall back as any remaining fight went out of him completely. He made a particularly satisfied noise of contentment, especially when Connor decided to make himself useful and started playing with Ryan’s nipples while Stephen concentrated his efforts elsewhere.

            As Stephen had expected, it didn’t take long to achieve the desired result. And Ryan was in a much better mood by the time they had finished.

            “So, not that I’m complaining, but what the hell was that all about?” Ryan asked, apparently unconcerned by the fact that he still had one wrist tied to the bed.

            Stephen snuggled up to him, already planning what they could do with the rest of the afternoon. “That was so you know we’re back to business as usual.”

            “Good,” was Ryan’s verdict on that.

            “Guys?” Connor spoke up from the other side of the bed. Stephen thought he detected a slightly worried tone to the young man’s voice. “Admittedly I may not want to know the answer to this, but why is there a rocket launcher in the corner of your bedroom?”

            Stephen and Ryan answered in unison.

“Just in case.”

Tags: connor temple, fanfic, slash, stephen hart, tom ryan

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