athene (deinonychus_1) wrote,
athene
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fanfic: Secrets and Lies


Title: Secrets and Lies
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Connor/Becker (Connor/Nick implied)
Rating: 18
Warnings: Language, smut, implied violent sex.
Spoilers: 1.6, I suppose
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 1500
Summary: A brief encounter leads to a discovery.
AN: (follows on from The Substitute, NeedThe New Order and The Next Roll of the Dice)

 

 

            Becker had barely kicked the storeroom door closed when Connor shoved him against the wall and forced his tongue into Becker’s mouth. Becker was aware of hands pushing, pulling, positioning him just how Connor wanted him, and Becker let himself be manoeuvred. He was already hard as hell, but he knew how this was going to go, how he was going to be on his knees for Connor any minute now, regardless of his own needs.

He had known it was going to be like this, because he also knew that Connor had spent the previous night with Cutter.

            Becker hadn’t expected anything more after their second encounter that time with the stegosaurus, but the following day Connor had cornered him in the locker room, and after several minutes of confused, angry tussling they had both ended up sprawled in the corner together, sticky and gasping for air.

            For the next two weeks their strange liaison had continued like that; stolen moments in seldom used storerooms, or hiding behind trees or buildings on particularly uneventful anomaly field operations. Two weeks in which Becker had learned the rules well. He had observed carefully and assimilated and analysed all the available information. He had seen how Connor was almost constantly skittish at work, how he spent most of each day watching Cutter, and how Connor’s mood fluctuated in accordance with how Cutter’s day was progressing.

Becker had also learned to spot the nights when Connor slept with Cutter. He came to recognise the look of resigned trepidation on Connor’s face as he left the ARC, two, three, sometimes more times a week. And he learned from experience that after the nights with Cutter, those were the days when Connor came to Becker. Those were the days when Connor demanded everything and Becker let him take it.

Days like today.

            He felt Connor’s hands on his shoulders insistently pushing him down, and Becker sank to his knees. Within moments Connor’s trousers were open and Becker took the young man’s cock in his mouth. They didn’t talk when it was like this. Other times, yes, but not when Connor seemed intent on finding oblivion as hard and as fast as possible.

            As ever, it didn’t take long. When Connor started to thrust into his mouth, all Becker could do was brace himself and try not to gag or choke until Connor was finished. When it was over, Connor staggered slightly and collapsed to his knees in front of Becker, and after a few moments to catch his breath he slipped his hand inside Becker’s trousers and with a few quick, hard strokes he jerked him off. It was like everything else in their relationship – hard, fast and dirty. Becker had almost given up hope of it being anything else. Then, unexpectedly, Connor’s head dropped to rest on Becker’s shoulder. Becker was startled for a moment; it seemed surprisingly intimate compared with their usual encounters. He tentatively slipped his arms around Connor’s body and held him, feeling the movement of Connor’s ribs as he breathed deeply.

            “Come back to my place tonight,” Becker said. He had made the offer two or three times already on previous occasions, but Connor always refused.

            “What makes you think that I’d want to?” Connor’s voice just sounded tired, and for once there wasn’t the derision that normally came when Becker asked for more.

            Becker hesitated before he spoke.

“Because whatever Cutter does for you, it obviously isn’t enough.”

            Connor abruptly pulled back and glared at Becker, his eyes full of anger.

            “What?”

            “Did you think I hadn’t noticed? Did you think I hadn’t figured it out? I know you’re sleeping with Cutter most nights, and grabbing a quickie with me most days. I take it Cutter doesn’t know?”

            Connor shoved him away and tried to stand up, but Becker held on and stopped him.

            “I don’t actually care, Connor. And I’m not going to tell him I’m your bit on the side. But I am intrigued to know why you’re cheating on him; I never thought you’d be that kind of guy. Especially not after what Stephen did to him.”

            Connor’s fist came out of nowhere. Becker saw the punch at the last second and deflected most of it, but his cheek stung from the blow.

            “Fuck you. You don’t have a fucking clue,” Connor snarled. This time he did stand up, but Becker moved quickly and grabbed his wrist. Becker heard another hiss of pain but he ignored it and with a quick movement he pulled Connor to the ground and twisted until he was sitting on top of the younger man. Connor fought back hard, but he was no match for the trained soldier and in a moment Becker had him pinned down.

            “I think I hit a nerve,” Becker said with a slight smile.

            Connor just glared at him.

            “Is that why you won’t come to my place? Too much like a real affair? As long as it’s just a quickie in a dark corner that’s fine, though, that’s not really cheating. That’s just a bit of fun.”

            “Get off me.”

            “Not until you give me a straight answer.”

            “I’m not cheating on him. That would imply that I’m actually having a relationship with him.” Connor’s tone was sullen, and he was no longer meeting Becker’s eye.

            “So what do you have?”

            “Sex.” Connor hesitated. “Comfort sex, I suppose.”

            “Well, forgive me for saying so, but you don’t look very comforted whenever I see you the day after.”

            Connor didn’t reply. His head was turned away and he was very deliberately not looking at Becker any more.

            Becker leaned over Connor, so close his breath ruffled Connor’s hair. “What have I got that Cutter hasn’t?” he asked quietly.

            “Get off me, now.”

            “I’m a highly trained soldier, you know. I have ways of making you talk.” Becker smirked and glanced down to where Connor’s trousers were still hanging open. “No one can resist the tickle attack.”

            He slid his hands under Connor’s shirt and t-shirt and, ignoring Connor’s desperately flailing hands, he shoved the clothing up to expose Connor’s chest.

            And stopped dead.

            “Jesus fucking Christ, Connor.”

            Connor became utterly still beneath him, still not meeting his eye.

            Becker could only stare, speechless, as he took in the bruises and small, crescent shaped gouges that were spread across the young man’s chest and sides, mostly clustering just above his hips.

            “Get off me,” Connor said again, and this time Becker heard the tiny shake in his voice.

            Becker rocked back and stood up, still staring. Connor slowly got to his feet, pulled his shirt back down and tucked it in and started to straighten himself out again.

            “If you say a word to anyone, I’ll tell them that you did it.”

            It came out sounding simply like a statement of fact, not the threat that it was. Becker contemplated that for a second. Connor had unknowingly just confirmed what Becker had been almost certain of – he recognised marks left by human hands when he saw them.

            “Was it Cutter? Is this what he does to you? Why? Why do you let him?”

            “Because I don’t have a choice,” Connor snapped. He zipped his trousers closed and glanced up, and Becker saw a hard fury in his eyes. “I mean it Becker. You tell anyone, and I’ll make sure that everyone who matters believes that you did this. Who do you think they’re going to believe? Poor, vulnerable, grieving little Connor, or the big tough new boy?”

            Becker felt himself nodding before any real conscious thought entered his head about the fact that he was being blackmailed with a potential assault and rape charge. He glanced down and quickly tidied himself up and rearranged his clothes. When he looked up again Connor was opening the door. Becker darted over and shut it before he could leave.

            “There’s always a choice, Connor.”

            “Fuck off.”

            “Come to my place. Tonight.”

            “Why?” Connor sounded suspicious, but not as openly hostile to the idea as he had been earlier. Becker wondered if the primary reason for his repeated refusals over the last week had been because of what he had been trying to hide.

            “Because we both know that what you really want is to shag me senseless, and that is not going to happen on duty. I don’t care what you try to threaten me with, there are some thing that I will not let happen at work.”

            Connor seemed to be contemplating that for a few moments. To be honest, Becker didn’t really think that Connor would agree, even now, so he was surprised when Connor nodded.

            “Fine. Your place. Tonight.”

            It was only when Connor had slipped out of the storeroom and left him alone that Becker started to wonder exactly what he had just got himself into.

 

Tags: becker, connor temple, connor/becker, fanfic, nick/connor, slash
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