lucifersprize

{Note: For those waiting on updates for my J2 verses, rest assured I am still working on them (and my Big Bang). They are just kicking my ass at the moment. As for Primeval, well I've been lurking for some time and I really do owe a contribution. This little snippet of Matt/Becker wanted to be written and I thought a drabble would be a good idea. So, this is me dipping a very tentative toe into the water. It was a surprisingly quick write considering the whole exactly 100 words thing which tends to scare the crap out of me.}

Summary: Drabble. Becker is in a predicament. Matt isn't rushing to release him.
Pairings: None unless you squint, then Matt/Becker
Rating: All readers
Warnings: none
Wordcount: 100
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, the show doesn't belong to me and as far as I am aware none of this happened.

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Guns were useless right now. Becker was trussed securely and starting to panic. Skin chafed as he struggled, until pinpricks of blood bubbled wet and warm against unforgiving bonds. He wheezed as his lungs fought the constriction of his chest.

Matt chuckled, “Stop struggling, y’idiot.”

“Easy for you to say. Hurry up,” snapped Becker.

Matt teased him with a glimpse of a spray bottle, “Well now, I was going to help, but you look so pretty all tied up.”

“Matt …,” growled Becker.

“Okay, okay!” Matt squirted weed killer liberally.

Becker sighed. Give him future predators over future triffids any day.

~~end~~