Primeval fic: Predatory Instincts, for fredbassett's birthday! NC17 Silk & Steel fic

[munchkin]

Author: munchkinofdoom
Title: Predatory Instincts
Characters: Captain Ryan, Oliver Leek, Sir James Lester, Stringer, Lyle, Ditzy. Mentions of Nick Cutter and Jenny Lewis
Pairings: Leek/Ryan non-con
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 2888
Spoilers: Vague 2nd season, due to mentions of the ARC and 2nd season characters
Warnings: Rape, slave-fic.
Summary: Oliver Leek feels he deserves cheering up, which sends Ryan's day straight to hell. A missing scene from fredbassett's and my Silk & Steel universe. (the incident was referenced in part 2 of S&S, which can be found over on fredbassett's masterlist.)
Disclaimer: Primeval and its characters are the property of Impossible Pictures. No money is being made from this fanfic.
Author's Note: Happy birthday, fredbassett, my darling Evil Twin!

Thank you to lukadreaming for the beta. *smooches*



"Ah, there you are, Captain Ryan."

Ryan's back stiffened at Oliver Leek's oily tones. He looked up from his desk to find Sir James Lester's 2IC framed in the open doorway of the office. The leer on the man's face filled Ryan with foreboding. This isn't good.

"Sir," Ryan said politely, carefully keeping his expression neutral as he stood to acknowledge Leek's approach. "How may I help you?"

"I believe the correct term is master."

"Master," Ryan answered, again keeping his tone scrupulously polite.

Leek's smarmy smile widened as he approached the soldier. "I thought you'd be shadowing our illustrious leader, what with the imminent arrival of our new public relations officer."

So that's the way of it, Ryan thought. Ollie was feeling a little threatened. He couldn't help but be pleased that Lester's recruitment of Ms Jenny Lewis was ruffling Leek's feathers. "Sir James will no doubt summon me when he requires my presence."

"How are we to keep you gainfully occupied," Leek leered, leaning into Ryan's personal space, "until your master needs you?"

Ryan stiffened, fighting his natural impulse to take a step backwards.

"Strip."

Ryan hesitated.

"Strip, or would you like me to add a beating for disobedience while we're at it?" Leek asked, turning and seating himself comfortably in Ryan's desk chair, not bothering to see if Ryan obeyed him.

Bastard. Ryan knew, instinctively, that he had pushed Leek as far as he could safely go, and the bastard hadn't hesitated, hadn't backed away from what was obviously going to be a rape.

He dropped his tac vest heavily to the floor, noting that the bastard didn't so much as flinch at the sound. Sighing quietly, he undid his thigh straps and dropped the gun holster to the ground after his vest, careful with the weapon.

Ryan could feel the heat of Leek's gaze as he continued to undress, undoing the fastenings on the black jacket and sliding it off his shoulders. He slipped the base unit for his radio out of a pocket and held it as he dropped his shirt to the ground. His trousers and underpants soon followed, and he knelt, naked, to undo and slip off his boots and socks.

The sound of slow clapping forced his head up, and Ryan fought a momentarily murderous impulse at the sight of Oliver Leek, reclining indolently, his legs parted, his trousers tented where his erect cock made its presence felt.

"Stand."

Ryan rose to full height, careful to keep his arms loose at his sides. He glared at Leek, refusing to give any more ground than was absolutely necessary to keep the skin on his back intact.

"A little more humility, if you please, Captain."

Then Ryan heard Captain Stringer's voice in his ear piece, demanding his response. He raised his hand to the mike automatically, stopping only as Leek's sharp tones recaptured his attention.

"Don't answer that," Leek ordered.

Ryan's hand hovered over his mike for a long moment, hearing Stringer repeat his demand for Ryan to reply.

"Do not answer your radio," Leek repeated flatly, standing up and approaching Ryan as he stood, caught between conflicting orders. Leek took the radio from Ryan's hand and reached up to pull the ear piece free.

Leek placed his free hand firmly on Ryan's naked chest, cupping the firm definition of one pectoral before pinching the nipple sharply. He smiled, the expression looking shark-like, as Ryan tried to suppress his resulting gasp of pain.

"I would have thought that over 15 years in a collar would have taught you to be more obedient, Captain," Leek murmured, his gaze intent on Ryan's abused nipple as he pinched it again between his perfectly manicured nails, drawing blood. Then he looked up and smiled.

"To the desk, if you please."

Ryan took two steps back, his left nipple pulling free bloodily from Leek's hand as he did so, and came up hard against his desk, the flat surface pressing sharply into the backs of his upper thighs.

"Up."

Resting his hands flat on the desktop, Ryan risked one quick glare in Leek's direction, then he lowered his gaze and sat. He had nothing to gain now by defying his master, and a great deal to lose. More blood, for a start.

Leek approached the desk, pushing Ryan's legs apart to stand between them. Then, his grin sharklike all the while, he placed one hand on Ryan's chest and pushed.

Closing his eyes, Ryan had no choice but to lie down, his legs dangling on either side of his master's fully clothed body.

"Much better," murmured Leek, his hand trailing down Ryan's naked body. Leek leaned in closer, pushing Ryan's thighs further apart as he did so. Then he reached forward, placing the radio unit and ear piece beside Ryan's head, his grin widening when the noise forced Ryan to open his eyes and track Leek's actions.

Fuck. Ryan groaned as he caught sight of the open door. Leek had planned all of this, Ryan just knew. The corridor beyond was empty now, but Ryan couldn't rely on what little luck he had left holding out. And then everyone would know what the bastard was doing to him.

He closed his eyes again for a long moment until a sharp slap to his cheek forced his attention back to Leek. Licking his lip, Ryan tasted blood where his teeth had cut into tender flesh.

"Pay attention," Leek commanded, both hands gripping Ryan's face and forcing the soldier to meet his eyes. "Pay attention to only me, or you will regret it."

Ryan tried consciously to relax, nodding his understanding as well as he could with his head caught in Leek's grasp. Leek's smile softened and he patted Ryan's rapidly bruising cheek and then slid his hand down until it came to rest on the steel collar encircling Ryan's throat.

Fingers slid under the skin-warmed metal, tightening the band painfully, as they slid around to the back of his neck, and Ryan had to fight his natural impulse to struggle against the pain and the imminent threat of suffocation.

Then the fingers turned, grasping the steel and pulling, making the burnished edge of the collar press cruelly into the skin and sinew of Ryan's exposed throat. His blood roared in his ears and his hands came up of their own volition, doing the unthinkable and pulling at the hand of a master.

Fire burned between his legs and Ryan would have screamed if he had any oxygen to spare. Fingers gripped his balls and twisted cruelly for a second time, and Ryan's back arched in agonised shock.

The pressure on his collar gave way and Ryan gasped great lungfuls of air, opening eyes he couldn’t remember having closed, and looked up into Leek's face, looming over his.

"You dare raise your hand to me? That's ten lashes, Captain."

Fuck, Ryan thought to himself, he was to be punished for a momentary impulse to fight his own rape? He closed his eyes again, willing his body to lie passive before his master, knowing any further struggle, no matter how minor, would only increase the punishment he had already earned.

He calmed his breathing, focussing on the sound of each inhalation and exhalation, trying to lull himself into the dreamlike state that would allow him to block out Leek's attack. The office was quiet, but for the sound of his breathing and the soft susurration of clothing. Ryan opened his eyes a crack, peering through his lashes, and realised where the sound had come from.

Leek stood before him, between his still parted legs, and his trousers hung open, held up only by the belt that had been loosened. Leek looked up, feeling eyes upon him, and grinned when he caught Ryan's veiled regard.

"Shy, Captain?" Leek reached into his open trousers and pulled free his erect cock. He rubbed the dripping head with his thumb, his breath catching as he spread pre-cum wetly over the crown and down to the fleshy foreskin.

Ryan closed his eyes again, intent on not giving Leek any further ammunition, and stoically blocked out the low laugh that Leek gave in response. Then a hand cupped his throat again, the thumb pressing into the hollow, and Ryan was forced to open his eyes.

His master leaned over him, and Ryan could feel Leek's cock slide slickly through his pubic hair to be caught between their two bodies. Leek's thumb pressed harder into the hollow of his throat, and he pressed thin lips to Ryan's own, biting down on tender flesh and drawing blood again.

Oliver Leek pulled back, and Ryan's gaze rose obediently in response to the pressure against his windpipe. Leek looked down at him, his gaze intent. The pressure eased back and the thumb stroked softly over the mark left behind.

Ryan swallowed painfully, his eyes never leaving Leek's, his body frozen against the unspoken threat implicit in Leek's closeness.

Leek's hand softly patted his cheek again. "Much better, Captain. One could almost believe this was your first time."

Ryan felt heat spread across his face, trailing down to his throat as he struggled to contain the rage that demanded action, any action, regardless of the consequences.

Then he heard Leek laugh again. A hand tapped his right cheek softly as Leek mused, "Blushing? Ah, the curse of the fair complected." Then Leek straightened, rummaging around in a pocket. "While our little chat has been most charming, we mustn't dawdle. Sir James must be missing you by now. Important duties and all that."

Leek's hand reappeared with a foil condom wrapper, and Ryan could feel his stomach drop with both dread and confusion. What with the blood tests and the Army's strict supervision of each soldier's health, the incidents of a master using a condom were few and far between.

What the hell was the bastard up to?

Leek tore the foil with his teeth, shaking free the thin latex within and proceeding to take his time sliding the condom down his erect cock. Ryan could hear the bastard's breath catch as his cock was finally sheathed and Leek slid his fist down the latex-covered cock with a sigh, his head falling back in reaction.

And then Leek opened his eyes and gazed down at Ryan, his eyes bright and evil. The man grinned as he took the small step forward that was all that was needed to press his trouser-clad legs against the inside of Ryan's exposed thighs.

Leek ran his hand down his cock one last time, his grin growing as he watched it twitch in reaction. He looked up again, seeming to pick up Ryan's confusion. "Why the condom?" He slid his hands under Ryan's thighs, forcing his knees up and out of the way, leaving the soldier open and vulnerable.

"Hold your legs," Leek commanded, and Ryan swallowed as he slid his hands under his knees, shuddering as he brushed Leek's fingers in passing. "Much better," Leek mused, nodding with satisfaction.

"Now, the condom: who knows where that pert little arse of yours has been, Captain. Or, for that matter, what Sir James might have picked up in the corridors of power." Leek grinned. "Better to be safe than sorry, you'd agree."

And then, before Ryan could even begin to process the insult in Leek's words, he felt himself breached without preliminaries. Ryan was far from a novice in the being fucked stakes, but there was little that a man could do to accommodate a penetration that involved little care and even less lubrication.

He fought to relax, to calm his breathing as his master's cock pressed relentlessly forward until Ryan could feel the heat of Leek's body against his own, the abrasive brushing of Leek's clothing against naked flesh as his master began to withdraw and then set about finding his own rhythm.

It burned. God, he'd been fucked more than often enough to be able to cope with this, but it hurt and he thought he could feel the thick, wet slide of blood at his opening as Leek withdrew yet again.

His master's pace picked up, Leek's grunting filling Ryan's ears as he felt the cock invade him over and over, each thrust forcing up the pain in increments until it was all Ryan could do just to lie still and take it.

He wanted to reach up with the hands that he had to consciously keep wrapped around his knees, forcing him to open himself up to his own rape. He wanted, desperately, to wrap his fingers around Leek's scrawny neck and squeeze until the hated face above his turned blue and his tongue lolled in death.

But Ryan could do nothing but lie there with his eyes closed and take it.

"Really, Leek, I do wish you'd schedule your depredations for a more suitable time. I take a very dim view of not having my ranking military officer available when I need him. A person would be excused for thinking that you consider the ARC to be your private playground."

Sir James Lester's mellow tones cut through the atmosphere like a sharp knife through flesh, and Ryan felt Leek's gasp shudder through his own body. Leek's cock was pulled from his body without warning, forcing Ryan to bite back a pained gasp of his own.

Hands rested on his splayed knees, and Ryan flinched, only to hear Ditzy's soft voice telling him to let go. Then he felt his legs lowered, and Ryan shuddered again as Ditzy gently forced his thighs apart and probed with one finger.

"Well, Lieutenant?" Lester asked, the steel in his voice razor-sharp.

"He's probably going to need stitches, sir."

Lester sighed, and the atmosphere in the office took a decidedly arctic turn. "Very well. Take the captain to the infirmary."

"He struck me," Leek cut in, and Ryan opened his eyes at last, meeting the calm, sympathetic gaze of his team's medic.

"You don't look particularly battered and bruised, Oliver," Lester replied.

"He tried to stop me, forced my hand away. The CCTV footage will prove it. He's earned ten lashes."

"Ten?" Lester's tone had gone from arctic to disbelieving in less than a millisecond. "Only a fool, Oliver, would believe for a moment that I am going to flog a man for what was probably a momentary, instinctive reaction to having you leering at him. Five blows with a strap. That's my best offer, take it or leave it."

Leek's face glowed red with humiliation and rage, but he was forced to nod in acceptance.

"And don't think you're going to be there to watch it, either," Lester said idly. "You are just going to have to make do with the security footage. Now, go and find something useful to do that doesn't involve buggering our military personnel."

Leek bristled at Lester's cutting remarks, and fled from the office, his shoulders rigid with indignation.

Lester sighed and then, finally, approached Ryan as he lay exposed on the desktop. He looked down for a long moment before carefully laying one manicured hand on the bruise blooming on Ryan's cheek.. "Really, that man is more trouble than he is worth. Lieutenant Owen, I'm placing you in charge of Captain Ryan's strapping. I'd appreciate it if his punishment did not extend his expected recovery time from his injuries." Finally, Lester looked up and away, his steely attention turning to Ditzy. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, master," Ditzy said, resting a hand on Ryan's thigh in reassurance even as he addressed Lester.

"Good. I knew I could rely on your own good sense. I will expect a report on Ryan's condition by the end of the day." Lester looked back down at Ryan for a moment, his expression unreadable, and then he turned to leave. "Captain Stringer, your presence, please. It is probably long past time that we rescued Ms Lewis from our Eccentric Academic before she reconsiders our offer of employment."

And then Lester and his entourage were gone, leaving Ryan with Ditzy. Then Lyle stepped into the small office from outside, and the two men helped Ryan to his feet and to get dressed.

Ryan looked askance at Lyle, even as his head spun.

"Cutter is swearing blind that Ms Lewis is this long-lost Claudia Brown that who he's been rabbiting on about."

Ryan grimaced and took a tentative step toward the door, only to be stopped by Ditzy.

"Not your problem, sir. Stringer will see to Cutter. Now, let's get you to the infirmary and get this bleeding stopped."

Ryan shook his head. "We do the strapping now."

"No, boss," Lyle interjected. "It can wait. If we put it off long enough, Lester will probably turn a blind eye."

"Leek won't," Ryan said flatly.

Ditzy sighed and shook his head. "Are you sure?"

Ryan simply nodded.

"Okay then," Ditzy said, placing a hand under Ryan's elbow as they headed for the open door. "We do this, and then I fill you full of painkillers and anti-inflammatories and get that arse of yours stitched."

Ryan nodded his approval, taking a deep breath as each step reminded him of the ache deep inside of him, and then the three soldiers started slowly in the direction of the Punishment Room.

Comments

[bigtitch.livejournal.com]

Oh wow! This is wonderful! Poor Ryan! But Ditzy will look after him properly, I'm sure.

Now, go and find something useful to do that doesn't involve buggering our military personnel."
*sporfle*

[munchkinofdoom.livejournal.com]

This is such a fascinating universe to play in, where you could end up with a scene exactly like this, where someone stronger than his attacker has no choice but to not only submit but participate.

I love playing with the consent issues in S&S. *shifty look*

[fredbassett]

Now, go and find something useful to do that doesn't involve buggering our military personnel."

Oh god, Lester was soooooo prefect in this!

*bounces happily*

What a wonderful present, sweetie!! *smooches Evil Twin*

Poor Ryan, *huggles him*, this was just gorgeous, for a definition of gorgeous that would probably only appeal to the Evil Twins (and other sick puppies)! I loved the way Lester gave Leek no choice over the strapping, but omg, poor Ryan having to go straight to the Punishment Room after being raped! *fails and faints*

OMFG I love this universe, and I love my Evil twin!!!

*smooches again*

[munchkinofdoom.livejournal.com]

Happy belated birthday, sweetie! *tackleglomps*

I always wondered how that scene that Ryan remembered actually would have gone, and this seemed like a good way to get back into the mindset of S&S. *veg*

I loved the way Lester gave Leek no choice over the strapping, but omg, poor Ryan having to go straight to the Punishment Room after being raped!

Luka and I umm'ed and ahh'ed about doing the strapping scene, but I thought it would actually be anti-climactic, considering that Lester had just reduced Ryan's punishment down to half of what Connor had got in the more recent section of S&S. And I wanted the rape to be front and centre, not the aftermath. *serious nod*

*sigh* And of course Lester stole the show the moment he walked into the room!

[lukadreaming.livejournal.com]

Eek! Nasty Ollie! *Hides under the desk yibbling*

Awesome fic, m'dear! Poor Ryan. And yay for Ditzy -- and for Lester stealing the show at the end *g*.

[munchkinofdoom.livejournal.com]

Thank you for betaing this, sweetie!

It was fun to play with both Leek and Lester from before things got really really dangerous. *veg*

[canadian-jay.livejournal.com]

Oh! *feels a little faint*

Oh my!

But Lester was win. But... oh!

[munchkinofdoom.livejournal.com]

*pets* You might want to hide under the bed then, because we are about to get unspeakably evil in Silk & Steel.

[fififolle]

Now *that's* a good birthday present *g*
Mind you, I've gone right off anteaters. :D

Poor Ryan. Is it so wrong that I wanted to be Leek for a tiny moment of time?

Thank god for Ditzy. *nods*
Amazing fic!

[munchkinofdoom.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Luka assured me, while betaing this, that the anteater in question was out of Ryan's range of vision for much of this fic... *pets*

It is sooooo much fun disassembling Ryan... *nods*

[nietie.livejournal.com]

Fuck! That was intense!
Eek!Leek at his best worst.
Lester was awesome!

[munchkinofdoom.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I've been fascinated by the thought of Leek getting his hands on Ryan since I read those first two parts of S&S. Leek was the only one who seriously gave Ryan the creeps... *veg*

[reggietate.livejournal.com]

Oooh, awesome Ollie nastiness! And yay! for Lester's intervention :-)

[munchkinofdoom.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I was writing rape!fic for the Hound's birthday, of course, but Leek and Lester's various bits of dialogue ended up trying to steel the show. *g*

[knitekat.livejournal.com]

Meep for poor Ryan, and yay for Lester to the rescue. Lester ftw.
Though I wonder if Lester knows Oily Ollie insulted him?
Love how Lester gave him no choice in Ryan's punishment. Somehow, I doubt Leek will forget this - eek for someone in the future.

[munchkinofdoom.livejournal.com]

Thank you! This is a fun universe to play in. *veg*

Somehow, I doubt Leek will forget this - eek for someone in the future.

I set this before Silk & Steel opens, soon after Nick has fallen down the rabbit hole, and sometime between this story and S&S part 1, Ryan got himself flogged properly, as Ditzy checked out the healing scars on his back at the same time as he checked his arse for bleeding.

Ah, the possibilities... *veg*

[madcatt82.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, nastily evil oily Ollie! And poor Ryan!
I really, really need to sit down and read this series from the start!

*runs off to plot oily Ollie's ultimate downfall!*

[munchkinofdoom.livejournal.com]

*laughs* S&S is at 49 parts already, not counting bits like this and a few snippets by Fred and other writers. So you might be a while!

[auntypam.livejournal.com]

OOOH Yucky Leek*hidesunderbed* Thank god for Ditzy:) And Lester touching Ryan's bruised cheek. AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!

[munchkinofdoom.livejournal.com]

One of the fun things about playing in this universe is balancing the detached manner with which people in authority - like Lester and Leek - deal with the indentured against Lester's growing attachment to Ryan. So little things like Lester touching Ryan's cheek, while still not completely cancelling Ryan's punishment, have layers of meaning. *veg*

And I do have a soft spot for Ditsy, so the sneaky bugger turns up all over the place... *happy sigh*

[deinonychus-1.livejournal.com]

meep! *whimpers quietly* Can something really, really, really nasty happen to Leek sometime soon, please?

That was even more bloody dark and nasty than the usual S&S stuff, but actually (as I usually find with fic set in that AU-verse) the really unsettling thing about it is the way that Ryan (and everyone else, for that matter) just accepts it and can't fight back, despite all natural instincts.

[munchkinofdoom.livejournal.com]

Can something really, really, really nasty happen to Leek sometime soon, please?

Well, we almost fed him to a horde of future predators... does that count? *veg*

That was even more bloody dark and nasty than the usual S&S stuff

*nods* That was what fascinated me about this whole scene. In part 2 of S&S, there's a scene where Ditzy is patching up Ryan after Lester had made him bleed, and Ditzy is all pragmatic about how Ryan knows Lester gets turned on by him all scruffed up from an op so he had been an idiot to report to Lester unprepared, so to speak. *g*

Yet, both of them were much more wary of what Leek was capable of, with one bit of part 2 really having stuck in my mind:

“Keep out of Leek’s way. The fucker’s feeling randy. He felt Blade up in the corridor an hour ago but Jenny distracted him before he could take it any further. So watch yourself.”

Ryan nodded, keeping his face strictly neutral. The CCTV wouldn’t have picked up that last exchange. The rest didn’t bother him, he’d long since given up worrying about the thought of Leek wanking over the surveillance tapes.

It took the thought of Leek wanking over him in person these days to make him cringe.

And so this fic was born... *veg*

[talliw.livejournal.com]

Evil Leek at his best. Fantastic.

[munchkinofdoom.livejournal.com]

Thank you! *evil grin* It was fun to play with Leek from before he had to throw in with the ARC folk to survive...

[telperion-15.livejournal.com]

*shudders* I feel all contaminated now...

Still, awesome fic! *g*

[munchkinofdoom.livejournal.com]

That was pretty much the reaction I was looking for. *veg*

S&S is such a wonderful universe to play in. For the writer, anyway, if not for the characters... *shifty look*

I'm glad you had a lovely time in New York!!!

[comnena39.livejournal.com]

Ickyicky ick! And this is why I'm not onboard with redeeming Leek in this universe, maybe in another one, but he has done too many unforgivable things, and I'm therefore more than happy to chuck him at a future predator or two!

Also go Lester!