Fic: Primeval: Hard Lessons
Jan. 27th, 2010 08:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bigtitchTitle: Hard Lessons
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bigtitch
Characters: Cutter/Connor
Rating: NC-17, pwp – explicit slash
Warnings: Rape.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 850
Disclaimer: Not mine, no names, no packdrill.
A/N: Formunchkinofdoom's birthday. This comes out of the Silk and Steel universe. It occurred to me that if our Cutter was having problems fitting in to the S&S universe, *their* Cutter would have even more issues fitting into ours.
It always amazed Cutter how the simplest of situations could be messed up by people not following instructions. It should have been a simple enough task to herd some stray chalicotheres back through the anomaly, but one of them had spooked and startled the others and in the confusion that followed one of the animals had been killed.
Cutter stalked over to where the creature's body lay.
"I told you not to shoot them!" he yelled at one of the stupid Special Forces men.
"It was going to trample Finn," the green-eyed one answered back to him.
"You should have used your head and shot in the air!"
"I couldn't take that risk," the soldier said defiantly.
Cutter's temper flared at the insubordination. "I should have you flogged!"
As soon as he said it he could hear the silence spreading out from him like ripples in a pond. He glared at the quiet people around him. "What?" No one answered him and no one met his eyes.
+++
Cutter sat in the car on the way back to the university counting up his grievances. He'd worked out immediately that he'd come back from the Permian into a different world. No one wore collars. Nothing was organised properly. No one showed him any respect. Temple, who was driving, was a case in point. In Cutter's world, Temple kept his head down and showed a proper attitude to life. Here he expected to have his 'opinions' and 'feelings' taken into account. And as for the fallout when Cutter had merely touched Abby's arse, you'd have thought he'd asked her to give him a blow-job in the middle of the atrium!
And that was another thing. There was no atrium here because there was no ARC. He wasn't part of a proper government project, he was expected to make do with his old office at the university and half a floor in a government office block. It wasn't good enough.
And on top of it all he had to keep his perfectly reasonable reactions to himself and try and fit into this pathetic, socialist environment. It didn't always work, like this morning. But what can you do when you think everyone could do with a good flogging?
+++
Cutter opened his office door and Temple put the box of samples down on the bench. "Professor," he started hesitantly, "you can't really..."
Cutter didn't wait to hear what he couldn't do. He'd had enough of being told what he was and wasn't allowed here. And he certainly wasn't going to listen to some guttersnipe of a student. He backhanded Temple across the face, putting all of his frustration into the blow. It knocked Connor off his feet and he landed at the foot of the other desk.
He stared up at Cutter with shocked and bewildered eyes, dabbing at the blood at the corner of his mouth. Seeing him in his rightful place released something in Cutter. This was how things were supposed to be.
He grabbed Temple and yanked him to his feet before pushing him face down over the side of the desk. He held him there against the books and the pens by putting his whole weight on his neck. Temple struggled weakly, but then tried more forcefully when Cutter reached round with this other hand and started unfastening Temple's jeans.
"Professor! No! Please? Cutter? Stop! No! Ni-i-ick!"
Temple's voice declined into a whine as he realised his struggles were getting him nowhere. Just because Cutter preferred his partners to be compliant didn't mean he didn't know how to deal with reluctant ones. And besides, resistance could be arousing.
He pulled his erection free of his trousers and rubbed the head of his cock up and down Temple's slightly hairy crack as the boy squirmed underneath him. Then he lined up his cock against the puckered hole and pushed firmly in.
He groaned as the hot, dry depths enveloped him. He grabbed hold of Temple's right leg to still his struggles and began to thrust.
This. Was. Better. This. Was. Good. There. Was. So. Much. Wrong. With. This. Blasted. World. So. Much. Out. Of. Place. But. Finally. This. Felt. Good. This. Felt. So. Right.
Cutter groaned again as he came hard, resting his weight against the weeping boy.
He pulled out and wiped the blood from his cock against Temple's t-shirt.
He'd needed that. It had cleared his mind. He glanced at the whimpering figure on the desk with distaste. No doubt that kind of thing was discouraged here. No doubt he was the one they'd want to punish. Well, they could take it out of his hide. If they caught him.
If you wanted some privacy in his world you had to learn a few things about going 'Off Grid'. He'd be harder to track down than they thought.
He frowned. He had his own tracking to do. Helen. This all led back to Helen. He knew it. He picked his jacket up and left, locking the door behind him. It was time to get back to where he belonged.
The End
Author:
bigtitchCharacters: Cutter/Connor
Rating: NC-17, pwp – explicit slash
Warnings: Rape.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 850
Disclaimer: Not mine, no names, no packdrill.
A/N: For
munchkinofdoom's birthday. This comes out of the Silk and Steel universe. It occurred to me that if our Cutter was having problems fitting in to the S&S universe, *their* Cutter would have even more issues fitting into ours.It always amazed Cutter how the simplest of situations could be messed up by people not following instructions. It should have been a simple enough task to herd some stray chalicotheres back through the anomaly, but one of them had spooked and startled the others and in the confusion that followed one of the animals had been killed.
Cutter stalked over to where the creature's body lay.
"I told you not to shoot them!" he yelled at one of the stupid Special Forces men.
"It was going to trample Finn," the green-eyed one answered back to him.
"You should have used your head and shot in the air!"
"I couldn't take that risk," the soldier said defiantly.
Cutter's temper flared at the insubordination. "I should have you flogged!"
As soon as he said it he could hear the silence spreading out from him like ripples in a pond. He glared at the quiet people around him. "What?" No one answered him and no one met his eyes.
+++
Cutter sat in the car on the way back to the university counting up his grievances. He'd worked out immediately that he'd come back from the Permian into a different world. No one wore collars. Nothing was organised properly. No one showed him any respect. Temple, who was driving, was a case in point. In Cutter's world, Temple kept his head down and showed a proper attitude to life. Here he expected to have his 'opinions' and 'feelings' taken into account. And as for the fallout when Cutter had merely touched Abby's arse, you'd have thought he'd asked her to give him a blow-job in the middle of the atrium!
And that was another thing. There was no atrium here because there was no ARC. He wasn't part of a proper government project, he was expected to make do with his old office at the university and half a floor in a government office block. It wasn't good enough.
And on top of it all he had to keep his perfectly reasonable reactions to himself and try and fit into this pathetic, socialist environment. It didn't always work, like this morning. But what can you do when you think everyone could do with a good flogging?
+++
Cutter opened his office door and Temple put the box of samples down on the bench. "Professor," he started hesitantly, "you can't really..."
Cutter didn't wait to hear what he couldn't do. He'd had enough of being told what he was and wasn't allowed here. And he certainly wasn't going to listen to some guttersnipe of a student. He backhanded Temple across the face, putting all of his frustration into the blow. It knocked Connor off his feet and he landed at the foot of the other desk.
He stared up at Cutter with shocked and bewildered eyes, dabbing at the blood at the corner of his mouth. Seeing him in his rightful place released something in Cutter. This was how things were supposed to be.
He grabbed Temple and yanked him to his feet before pushing him face down over the side of the desk. He held him there against the books and the pens by putting his whole weight on his neck. Temple struggled weakly, but then tried more forcefully when Cutter reached round with this other hand and started unfastening Temple's jeans.
"Professor! No! Please? Cutter? Stop! No! Ni-i-ick!"
Temple's voice declined into a whine as he realised his struggles were getting him nowhere. Just because Cutter preferred his partners to be compliant didn't mean he didn't know how to deal with reluctant ones. And besides, resistance could be arousing.
He pulled his erection free of his trousers and rubbed the head of his cock up and down Temple's slightly hairy crack as the boy squirmed underneath him. Then he lined up his cock against the puckered hole and pushed firmly in.
He groaned as the hot, dry depths enveloped him. He grabbed hold of Temple's right leg to still his struggles and began to thrust.
This. Was. Better. This. Was. Good. There. Was. So. Much. Wrong. With. This. Blasted. World. So. Much. Out. Of. Place. But. Finally. This. Felt. Good. This. Felt. So. Right.
Cutter groaned again as he came hard, resting his weight against the weeping boy.
He pulled out and wiped the blood from his cock against Temple's t-shirt.
He'd needed that. It had cleared his mind. He glanced at the whimpering figure on the desk with distaste. No doubt that kind of thing was discouraged here. No doubt he was the one they'd want to punish. Well, they could take it out of his hide. If they caught him.
If you wanted some privacy in his world you had to learn a few things about going 'Off Grid'. He'd be harder to track down than they thought.
He frowned. He had his own tracking to do. Helen. This all led back to Helen. He knew it. He picked his jacket up and left, locking the door behind him. It was time to get back to where he belonged.
The End
