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Skye caught Lucas taking the stairs up to his office and quarters as Josh and his father were dragged into the brig. She rushed after him not meeting any resistance from the guards and swung the door shut behind her. “Lucas, don't...” she started but couldn't make out the person she was addressing. Lucas came out of his private rooms pulling a new shirt over his head. “What do you want, Bucket?”, he hissed at her. She bit her lip. He was angry enough. “You didn't finish. What was it you wanted to tell me?”
“Never mind.”
She sighed expressionless. He didn't get into it. Next topic. “Please let Josh go?”
“No.”
“He is useless to you. He’s almost out of it. Come on, you’re better than this.” Poking the sleeping lion was not the smartest thing to do. He looked really angry back at her fisting the bloodied towel in his hands. With unexpected calmness he replied standing so close she felt intimidated by his sole presence. “The dimwit barked up the wrong tree and I had to teach him a lesson. He should know that it's not to be born to bite the hand feeding you. I don't have the nerves for a rebellious imbecile. You have to know, there was once a wise man who said 'Punish one, teach hundreds'. And the guy should know. He was a dictator over nine-hundred million people when he died after over thirty years of reign.” Skye swallowed. “Or, you could show mercy for someone who was stupid and acted impulsively. Show people that you are the bigger man here.”
“Bucket, it's not that easy. Seems like the whole Shannon family are troublemakers. And I need to find our father.”
“You can't hold Josh as leverage over Jim Shannon.”
“And why is that?”, he hissed back impatiently. “Because if you hit him again he'd be out of his senses. And he’s my friend, one of my best ones actually. Please, Lucas.” She sighed. “What do you think about a bargain?”
“A bargain?”
“How about something that would please you in a way you forget about the little commotion in the bar?” Intrigued, but not sure whether she meant the same he was thinking about, he prodded, “And what could that possibly be?” She pressed a faint smile to her lips and pulled him slowly through the door frame to his bedroom, let go of his and unbuttoned her blouse halfway down. Lucas licked his lip and set to reply as she teasingly gently caressed his lips with hers steadying herself with her palms on his chest. His breath reeked of booze and the hell it was Lucas, but she was determined to save Josh's life who naively risked his for her.

***

He lived in the wild for five years. Five long, lonely years he continued to obsess on his work and revenge without any comforts or a heady drink. The trip to 2149 was a blessing, a shower, a comfortable bed, fresh clothing of his choice. He had managed to get communications working, reworked the portal to activate bilateral travel, and was about to start the commercialisation of the planet he developed access to. The only thing missing was to get back at his father, who nearly destroyed all of his work and his youth. And that sucker hid out somewhere making it difficult yet again. Surely anyone would find solace in a couple of drinks.

At the age of eleven, Nathaniel Taylor dragged Lucas and his wife, Ayani, to a warzone in Somalia. The ground dry, the buildings dirty. No school to attend, not many friends to gain as a white, introvert stranger in an African shithole city. At age fourteen, Lucas and his mother were abducted, blindfolded and chained to a wall. He heard the captors torture her, and re-evaluating it, she was sexually assaulted and beaten. Lucas had his fair share of physical torture with an old leather belt. The captors laughed and cheered themselves on.
One day, the blindfold came off and they were dragged into a street covered in dust. His father’s soldiers and civilians were lined up. The first in the line were executed, then it was quiet. A guy said something to Nathaniel Taylor in a distance, who then pointed towards them. Something indistinguishable came in over the radio mounted on a captor’s shoulder. Two men held Lucas down, while several others ripped his mothers clothes off, and raped, beat and cut his mother until they had no interest in her anymore. She was left there in a heap when Lucas saw her taking her last breath. Again, the men had laughed and cheered. His father and his soldiers stood rooted to where they were. Nobody did anything. His father had chosen him to live. To watch his mother tortured to death, again and again in his dreams.

It bordered to cheer wonder that Lucas managed to develop normal interaction skills with women and men alike (excluding his father, of course), and a healthy sex life. He took pride in making the women he slept with enjoy themselves, to make them come hard and, in contrast, found violent sex or lack of consent extremely revolting. He would never force himself on anyone or ‘play’ torture.
What was being suggested, however, was offered. Even though he would have sex in return for something, he had not suggested, not pushed her in any way. It meant below the surface she was as interested in him, as he was in her… Little did he understand what was really going on in her head.

***

Skye had wound him round her little finger already and he dropped the wet towel in his hands to place them on her hips. His hands were burning hot and but not unpleasantly rough against her skin eliciting a wave of goosebumps up to her neck. This was harder than she thought, already by his plain touch she was ready to jump out of her skin. “So, you think this will let you forget about a certain teenager's outburst?”, she wanted to assure herself.
“Very likely.”, he breathed as he pressed his lips onto hers demanding. Hesitantly she let herself be persuaded to part her lips and explore. There was more to the taste of cheap liquor, something sweet and slightly bitter. Exotic. And something metallic. Blood. Ew. 'This is still Lucas' shot through her mind and she broke the kiss. His flashing green eyes looked down to her questioningly. 'Get this over with.', she thought and tugged at his shirt. Once his abdomen was bare he released her and pulled it over his head in one swing. Skye knew Lucas had a well-formed body however to see it without cover was a whole different thing. His torso was broad, muscular and tanned. Altogether his posture was stunning. So breath-taking she could just manage to reach his arms. “Breathe.”, he whispered, smirking. Skye inhaled deeply. Neck down definitely her type. “Fair is fair.”, he added and slowly she lifted her arms as he carefully removed her tops. Her chest was heaving, this was too much for her. Too intimate, too everything with that despicable man in front of her. She wanted to hide herself. Maybe it would be easier not to look at his face, she thought to herself as Lucas set a trail of light kisses along her neckline, one hand on her shoulder the other at her jaw. More goosebumps and a tingling feeling in her stomach followed. During an intense kiss he slid his hands down her back and over the eminence of her hips and down further to her thighs. She shivered as her loose-fitting jeans slipped down to her ankles. He smiled against her skin, grabbed her ass and lifted her into the bed.

'It will over soon, this is nothing dirty, this is only your first time, you're not about to have sex with the man destroying your home and threatening your friends and family, this is just some random', swallowed, 'hot guy. Someone who adores you and you want him to do this.' She fought against the better of herself while she watched Lucas stripping down his cargoes. He crawled next to her into the bed reaching for another kiss. She slowly stroked along his side to his back, spreading her fingers to explore. But that was as far as she could think about what to do. Lucas sensed her hesitation and pulled his head back. She saw the emerald eyes of his locked on her, waiting for her reaction. “L-Lucas,”, she stammered, “I-I'm... What do you want me to do?” She didn't know how to tell him without embarrassing herself to the bone. It began to dawn on Lucas and his expression was very concerned of a sudden. He propped himself up on the bed. “Skye, is this your first time?”
“Yes.”, she replied sheepishly. “Is that a problem for you?”
He covered his eyes with his hand and then tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “In general, no. But-this is different. You shouldn't bargain with your first time. This is special, something you remember for the rest of your life. I am not going to bargain with that.” Skye fought her tears back. This was the deal, to save Josh. She had to do it. And now he refused. A single tear ran down her cheek. “You already agreed. So, you won't...” He tenderly wiped away her tear. “Not like this.”
More tears flew over her cheek. She felt insulted, embarrassed. She didn't want him, but being rejected felt even worse. “Please.”, she whispered. Caressing her cheek he whispered back in a low voice. “I didn't say I would reject you. I simply said I will not bargain with it. This is something you have to share with someone of your own volition. You can have your first only once.”
“But...”, she began.
“Everything else does not matter right now. We can discuss that another time.” Her gaze was locked upon him, tears flowing down her cheeks onto the sheets. She couldn't think of something to reply. She had to seal the deal. Get it done and bring Josh home. It seemed he read her thoughts and added, “Your friends are safe in the brig, right?” She nodded. “And I am here with you. No harm.” She sobbed, tried to regain her dignity under his eyes. “Would you bargain if it wasn't the first time, but the second?” He sighed. “Forget about that. Forget about everything. Here, between the two of us, nothing else matters but what happens now. Not Terra Nova, not dinosaurs, not your friends. It doesn't matter who I am or why I am here. Relief yourself from everything, just focus on the present. On yourself. Here. I won't hurt you, you are safe. This – is your decision.”
Sky closed her eyes. Only someone like Lucas could make a better bargain for himself out of a seemingly decent gesture. Now she would have to let him in her pants twice. 'Just get it over with.' she told herself. 'Let him fuck you and be done with it. You'll remember this no matter whether it was your first time or the hundredth.'

“I want to.”, finally managed to escape her lips. “Tell me what to do.”
Lucas was quite surprised she wanted to continue. He already thought about something else in return of setting the Shannon boy free. Something she wouldn't hate him for. He noticed on his trip to 2149 that she intrigued him, and she was attractive as well. She was quite clever too, he had to give her that, she completely focussed him on her. It was her game. He couldn't say someone ever had such an effect on him. “You don't need to do this. This is not a bargain.”, he repeated. Looking back to the beautiful woman beside him he felt a certain pride. “You can say stop and leave at any time.”

He laid down again, both on their sides facing each other and hugged her until he couldn't sense wet drops on his chest anymore and her respiration was even. Lucas caressed her wet cheeks, weaved through her hair and slowly moved closer to her. He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose and her lips until she smiled a little due to the irritation of his stubbles meeting her sensitive skin. She had this tingling sensation in her stomach again, and that odd sensation travelling down her back to where she didn’t want him. He smiled back. Brushing their lips together, nibbling at them they built up to deep kisses. She began to play with his tongue boldly and let out a soft moan. A signal that was not ignored. He gently pushed her closer to him with his hand on the small of her back. She flinched a little as she came in contact with his boner between them. “Just ignore it.”, he whispered. “How?”, she breathed back. She hadn’t really thought about what it would be, would feel like. He tugged a pillow between them stating “Ignore it. We don't need to go that far.”
'Unfortunately, we do.', she thought.
Sunken into deep kisses her body slowly began wiggling under his caressing hands. Soon enough he kissed her neck again, slowly gliding his hands under her bra. Cupping her breasts, he kissed her bosom so light she arched her back pressing herself into him. She was shocked how her body betrayed her like that. It was Lucas, she didn't want him that way. Instinctively she clutched her fingers into his shoulders. 'Do people do that?' “Sorry.”, she panted and retracted her hands. He stopped and looked up to her. “Sorry for what? You have to put your hands somewhere.”, he chuckled. “You can do, and should do, whatever you like. The first thing that comes to your mind.” She nodded insecurely. 'It can't be that easy, can it?'
He kissed her again deeply and this time all she could think of was grasping his waist pulling him as close as they could possibly get. 'That is so wrong. What the fuck is wrong with me? This shouldn't feel so good, you're snogging a monster. But it's just a guy. A hot guy.'
She gasped when he reached down her waist and massaged her butt cheek. He kissed her exposed neck once more, then breathed into her ear. “I'm going to touch you now.”
'Touch?' she thought 'He is already to….owwh.' His fingers reached down between her folds meeting soft skin, burning hot and wet. Until his fingers slid between her folds, she hadn't even realised how much her body reacted to his efforts. Surprised by the unusual feel of a stranger, she dug her nails deep into his flesh but he didn't even flinch. He kept going, and his movements overwhelmed all her senses. She panted heavily. A wave of excitement and restlessness shot through her body. All of a sudden, she wanted to have her hands everywhere on him. Everywhere at once. His back, his ass, his neck, his chest and...Without hesitation her hand slid between the pillow and his skin, exploring him in light circular strokes. Skye enveloped his stiffened piece, brushed over it easily until she had touched every cell between both ends. It felt exciting. Lucas groaned shamelessly, hardly able to keep on petting her. It turned her on, and it fascinated that so little from her had so much effect on him. In a newly found eagerness, she then stroke around his shaft, carefully massaging the bottom side and his balls. She realised she had to be very discreet there as he seemed to be extremely sensitive. ‘That’s where the saying having someone at their balls must come from.’, she thought as she watched tension built up in him as she continued. His hand between her was so wet it was driving him up the wall. Moaning out loud, he let go of her and tossed the pillow away. He removed her hand slowly and pulled himself to his knees.
He reached for her bra, unhooked it and kissed her breasts, teased her nipples with his tongue. Involuntarily her body gave in arching back, pushing her pelvis towards him. He studiously worked his way down to her underwear. He then straddled his legs above hers and tugged his fingers under the cloth on her hips to strip it off. Skye watched him readily, her palms flat on the sheets. “Yours too,” she added huskily.
It was then he desired her the most, he was bursting of pride as he dipped his tongue slightly into her core. She writhed under him uncontrollably and threw her hands around until she just grabbed the sheets and clutched her hands to fists. The touch of his tongue there was such an extraordinary sensation it was hard to breathe. “Stop, stop, stop.”, she exclaimed wincing. Irritated Lucas parted from her immediately. He shifted up to her face as she inhaled and exhaled fast and deeply. “What's wrong?” Regaining her breath she croaked, “Too much. Too much at once. Give me a minute.” A kiss to her sweaty forehead followed and the green-eyed man with a comforting look in his eyes lay beside her. He stroked over her sides, down to her butt and up to her chin. When she lifted a leg over his and toyed his lip eventually his hand slid back to her clit. This time he stayed side by side with her, kissed her mouth and her tits. Occasionally she pumped his cock as she built up, writhing and moaning until she climaxed whispering his name like an incantation. Exhausted she relaxed and curled up to him kissing the grove on his chest. “This is awkward. I barely moved and I feel exhausted.”
She caressed the hairy surface of this chest, played with his nipples to find out whether she could elicit any response from him doing so. His answer was breathing heavier. He started to gasp when she devoted herself to massage him down there once again. Then he stopped her by clasping his hand over her wrist. “Do you want to take this any further?”
“Yes.”, she answered without even thinking. To her astonishment he sat up and looked over to her. She followed and stroke over his shoulder and pulled him back down with her hand on his waist. She abed him lips parted as he shifted over her slim figure. Straddling her legs in slow-motion Skye let him sink between her. “Come on.”, she thought out loud. He moved away from her slightly, placing his thumb over her entrance. He felt her hymen before but just tried not to touch it. This time he gently pressed his thumb against it, he needed to know whether it would rip apart the second something pushed against it. He never spent a night with a virgin before. All he knew about came from books and pillow talk. It spanned over the pressure tightly hardly moving. Skye winced. 'Shit that hurts!' her mind warned her.

“I can't.”, he said simply as he retracted himself from her lap and flipped over onto the bed. He rather had her go to the infirmary and get it surgically cut. 'No!' her head screamed. It wasn't over yet. The deal was over when he got his way and Josh was out of prison. 'Just get it over with. Every woman has to go through with it and no one said it was so bad they didn't want to do it again. Make him take you.'
“Please. Do it.” Skye begged him. “Take me.”
“No, I can't. I'd hurt you too much.”
“Please don't reject me.”, she sounded desperate.
“I'm not, I just can't. I'm sorry.” Her head screamed louder and louder as the chance to seal the deal fainted away. Without much thinking she flipped herself over him and took him in her hand. “Skye!”, he gasped. He raised his hands to throw her back on the bed again but stopped just before as he felt her around his tip forcing herself down. “No.”, he whispered but she wouldn't listen. Her face was distorted in pain for a moment before she slowly sank down and propped herself up on his chest. Her face was covered by a curtain of hair.
“Skye, you didn't have to do this! Are you OK?”, panicking he pushed her off him down onto the bed beside him. “Does it still hurt? Why did you do this?” She wiped away two tears and glared up to him. “It's okay. The pain is gone. It's just...It is an awkward sensation having someone...inside.”
“It doesn't hurt anymore?”
“No.” Relieved he collapsed over her, kissing her neck.
Hesitantly he asked, “Do you want to...finish this?”
“Yes.”, she breathed into his ear.
“But you might not like it the way you did when I touched you there.”
“I won't know until you fuck me.”, she whispered. Excited he moved himself to her entrance but stopped again. She looked up to him desperately. “Do you have an implant yet?”
“What?”
“Did you already get an implant?”, he replied. Why didn’t he think of asking earlier?
“Yeah, I got one.” Relieved he pushed into her cautiously not meeting any resistance. He worried since she was tight around him but as she Skye moaned lightly, he realised he didn’t have to.
“Tell me when you're not comfortable.” He set up a steady but slow rhythm at first, thrusting deep then shallow into her to discover the way most pleasant for her. As it turned out she liked it pretty rough with deep thrusts, her legs moved up from over his ass to around his waist. The lack of moaning in the beginning was soon levelled out as he leaned back and circled his thumb over her clit according to the rhythm. “Do you want to try something else too?”, he suggested. “No, not now! Don't stop!”, she winced back at him and dug her nails deep into his bottom cheeks. Almost immediately Skye started to moan hoarsely and tighten around him in waves. He moved to labour above her again, and as the tension grew unbearable, she gripped his sides over his ribs and bit him in his shoulder leaving bloody marks as she climaxed. Lucas followed her over the edge right after, burying his desperate groans in her hair and pulling her to him as firm as he could with his hands slid beneath her shoulders. His head turned crab red right before he spilled in her. Together with his glowing green eyes it looked absurd, and dangerous. Lucas collapsed over her panting. “Oh, Skye...”, he whispered. He knew he was hooked. “You're so beautiful, you drive me crazy. Will you ever let me do that again?” He looked forlorn though radiated of comfort and she snuggled up next to him weaving through his hair. “Maybe...”

Sweaty wet and sticky all over they lurched into the shower. Soaping each other Skye asked lightly, “Will you let him go?” Lucas exhaled with a sound. “I told you this was nothing I bargain with. But because I am in such a good mood, you might persuade me with a kiss.” He smiled from one ear to the other. “A kiss? It must be a very special one if it is only a kiss that you desire.”
“Every kiss of yours is special.”

Once Skye was redressed and stepped out into Taylor's office reality hit her again with a force. She realised she just enjoyed being laid by the despot of her home. She thought she’d just save her closest friend from him but it became something else. The man was certainly a sick bastard; he held her defenceless in a bubble. He made her feel that he cared, that she mattered. She knew she didn’t. On their way out he slipped his hands over her waist, pulled her gently back and kissed her neck, then on her mouth. But her reaction wasn't the same. She didn't push him away, though then out in the open she didn't lean into it either. What had she done.

***

When Skye saw him pulling the trigger on Wash she broke into pieces. She could still feel where he was just shortly before when he was hers. He was a perfect gentleman. Calm, gentle, lovely even. But there he stood, a brute going rogue in her home. He was a monster. Skye gasped for air and when his eyes met with hers the only thing she was able to do was to grit her teeth and slowly shake her head. NO. Not ever again.