Title: Unexpected Deal

Author: Natasha

Fandom: The Pretender

Rating: nc17

Pairing: Jarod/Lyle

Category: first time

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Archive: yes

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: Jarod is prisoner again of the Centre. Lyle proposed him a deal to give him his freedom back.

Warning: slash m/m

Note: Thanks to my wonderful beta-reader Nikki

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Jarod had kept his eyes closed for a long time. He felt as if his worst nightmare had come true. Not only had they trapped him and locked him in a cell, but he was also chained. They had hancuffed him and also used chains around his torso and arms. The only part of his body he could move were his legs.

Jarod tried desperately to stay quiet. His mind was in turmoil and sometimes he felt close to madness. He couldn't take being bound, being locked up like an animal. He had walked right into the trap. He felt so stupid to be caught like that. He remembered the smile on Mr. Parker's face. Jarod could also tell that Mr. Lyle was excited and very happy to have him back. Only Miss Parker showed no emotion. She didn't even look at Jarod.

Three years of freedom seemed suddenly so short when he realized he was a prisoner again of the Centre. He had no doubt about what they wanted. They always wanted the same thing. For Jarod to perform simulations. But now he knew how the Centre used his simulations.

Lyle entered Jarod's cell nonchalantly, enjoying the sight of his enemy trapped and chained.

"So Pretender, do you like your new quarters? They're a bit small, I guess, and not very comfortable," he began, smiling.

Jarod didn't reply. He didn't like the fact that Lyle was there with him. He didn't like it at all. And he had noticed the cameras were off. Whatever happened in the cell, nobody would see it.

"Yes, my dear, cameras are off," Lyle said, having noticed Jarod's gaze. "I could just hit your pretty face and nobody will know. But I'm not here for that."

He knelt down to Jarod's eye level and put his hand under Jarod's chin. "Chin up, Jarod. Look at you! Groveling on the floor. My, my. How the mighty have fallen."

"Why are you here?" Jarod asked.

"So, You are able to speak," Lyle said ironically. "Isn't that nice?"

He got up and began to pace. "Why am I here?" he resumed as if he was speaking alone."Let me do a checklist, Pretender. You're trapped, chained and you have no hope of another escape. I don't know what our beloved director has planned for you, but I'm guessing it won't be agreeable. He's a little pissed off with that stunt you pulled last year. You know, the explosion? I'm guessing my father will be very happy to get his hands on you."

He paused to let Jarod assimilate what he just said. Not that Jarod wouldn't have figured it out on his own.

"And I guess you have an hard-on just thinking of what your father is going to do to me?" Jarod asked with scorn in his voice.

Lyle burst into laughter, "What a language from you, Jarod! I'm shocked!" Then he became serious again and knelt again in front of the prisoner. "He's going to torture you, Jarod, believe me. He won't hurt you permanently, but I'm guessing he's going to use some sophisticated technology to make you suffer badly."

"And you're going to enjoy every minute," Jarod said. He had an idea what the Centre had in store for him. He also knew that he would fight them with everything he had.

"No," Lyle replied. "No I won't enjoy watching my father torture you."

Jarod looked at him with surprise. He knew Lyle hated him.

"No," Lyle said again. "And that's why I'm here. I have a deal for you."

Jarod didn't reply. He didn't trust Lyle. He knew making a deal with Lyle would be foolish. But it was better than being trapped here. So he finally said, "I'm listening."

"I knew you would see it my way. After all, I am your only hope," Lyle said. He faced Jarod. "I can give you your freedom back. I can do it, Jarod."

"In exchange for what?" Jarod asked, trying to imagine what Lyle's twisted mind could come up with.

Lyle didn't reply immediately. "What I want is something a little special, Jarod. And I don't want to hear your answer now. I want you to think about my proposal."

"So tell me what you want?" Jarod said.

"Not yet," Lyle replied, getting up. "I'm your only hope, remember that. I will come later, and tell you."

On these words he left Jarod alone. Soon the cameras were on again. Jarod frowned. He didn't like that at all. What did Lyle want? What could Jarod give him? Couldn't be money. It was too easy. Jarod tried to think back over the past few weeks to discover some sort of hint to what Lyle wants. Jarod was so desperate to get out of the chains that he was beginning to think he would accept Lyle's proposal, no matter what. Once he was out of the chains, anything would be possible.

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It was around 9 P.M. when Lyle entered his cell again. Jarod had received no food, and he began to feel really hungry. Sometimes a guard entered and gave him some water that, Jarod guessed, contained proteins too, but he needed some solid food.

"So, Jarod, are you ready for a deal?" Lyle asked cheerfully.

"Depends on the deal," Jarod responded. His earlier depression had disappeared and he felt more confident. When Jarod noticed the cameras had stopped recording, he knew Lyle was on his way and tried to prepare himself for the meeting.

This time, Lyle sat down on the ground near Jarod, but didn't look at him. "As I told you, Jarod, you're trapped, and this time you can't escape alone. My father won't let you move one single finger without his authorization. But I do have the key to your cell."

"Tell me what you want, Lyle," Jarod said.

He was expecting some financial transactions involving large sums of money and hacking sophisticated systems, but Lyle surprised him.

"You," he said, simply.

Jarod frowned, "Me?" he asked uncertain. "You want me to work for you?"

But Lyle shook his head and explained, "I want one night with you, Jarod. I want to fuck you."

It wasn't the first time since leaving the Centre that Jarod had been surprised. Real life was full of surprises. But rarely had he shown it; he had always kept a straight face. But Lyle's words were so unexpected that he opened his eyes wide and exclaimed, "You want what?" with so much genuine surprise in his voice that Lyle laughed.

Lyle laughed and hiccupped, "You're priceless, Jarod. You're able to pilot a fighter, to be a surgeon, to enter Pentagon's computers but you're so innocent when it's about sex!" He was nearly bent over with laughter but eventually managed to ask, "Do you at least know what it means to be gay?"

Jarod felt stupid and he hated that. Of course he knew what a gay was. He had even surfed the Net about that. He had found pictures, very detailed and explicit pictures. He had found a site with some pictures that had made him blush like a school girl at first but it had been very informative. He wasn't that innocent. But he could have never guessed that Lyle was bi.

"I'm surprised, that's all," he replied dryly, trying to compose a straight face. "I didn't know you like men. I thought you like women, and especially exotic ones!"

"I don't like women," Lyle corrected, serious again. "I like to fuck women, that's not the same thing. So, what do you think of my little deal?"

Jarod stayed silent. He wanted to get out of his cell but he didn't know if he could do that. Lyle was right; when it was about sex, Jarod wasn't really comfortable.

Lyle's hand gently stroked Jarod's cheek, as the man said, "I won't force you, Jarod. I don't want to have to chain you to my bed. I want your word that you'll be my willing lover for one night. In the morning, I will let ou escape, I will help you to escape. But I want one night,Jarod!"

Jarod bit his lower lip. He had done a lot of weird things since he was free, but he had never been comfortable with sex. And he didn't know how his body would react to a man.

"It's okay," he whispered. "One night. But if you break your word, I break mine."

Lyle had a large smile. He wasn't sure if Jarod would accept his proposal. "I won't break my word, Jarod, and I'm going to tell you why. My sister doesn't seem very pleased that you're a prisoner again, and I don't want her to suffer."

"Don't tell me you like Miss Parker," Jarod replied.

Lyle frowned, "Why is it so unbelievable? We're very different, that's true, but she is, indeed, my sister. And if our father tortures you, she will suffer."

Jarod nodded. He promised himself that he would try to understand the complicated thing that is Lyle's psyche. He had no illusions about Lyle's kindness or lack thereof. He knew this night would be unpleasant for him, but he could stand it. He could stand anything if it was the key for his freedom.

"Deal," Jarod accepted.

Lyle left him for a few minutes and quickly came back, freeing Jarod from his chains, but leaving him handcuffed. They walked towards Lyle's apartment, and Jarod had another surprise. He hadn't expected it to be that comfortable and decorated with such good taste. In fact it looked like Jarod's previous quarters in the centre, without the giant computer screen on the wall.

"Here is the monster's lair," Lyle joked, not missing one expression on Jarod's face. He freed Jarod's wrists and showed him the bathroom. "I guess you want to have a shower first," he proposed.

Jarod nodded and took his time under the hot spray, trying to forget why he was here, and what was going to happen. He was in his thirties, after all, not some blushing teenager. He knew what pain was, and he could deal with it. He tried to relax but he was aware that his muscles were tense when he eventually stepped out of the shower. He put on a bathrobe and came back to the main room.

Lyle welcomed him with a sarcastic smile, "I thought you had find the way to go down the drain."

Jarod didn't reply. His heartbeat had increased when he had seen Lyle only clad in a black silk robe, the light dimmed and the bed turned down. He walked towards the bed. He promised himself he would never show Lyle how nervous and unsure he was.

"Make yourself comfortable," Lyle said. "I'll be right back. There are some...toys I need to get."

Jarod felt a lump form in his throat. He wasn't even going to try to guess what the "toys" were. His vivid imagination pictured whips. He knew Lyle would like to hurt him. He was rather surprised when he saw that the toy was in fact a bottle of scented oil.

"Undress and lay onto your stomach," Lyle ordered.

Jarod tried to keep his breathing regular. He wouldn't give Lyle the pleasure of seeing him embarassed about his nudity. He took off his robe without trying to hide anything and rolled onto his stomach. But he was tense. He had expected some hugging or even some groping before the act itself, but it seemed Lyle wasn't into cuddling.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lyle undress, and jumped on the bed only clad in a navy boxers.

"Stop hyperventilating, Jarod," he said with an amused smile. "I'm not going to fuck you now. I want to give you a backrub. You're too tense."

Jarod relaxed a little. Lyle sat down on his waist, trapping Jarod between his parted legs, and opened the little bottle of oil. The scent of lavender filled the room. Jarod felt Lyle's wet hands began to rub his back and he let go, even enjoying the ministration. Lyle knew how to massage. The strong hands worked on Jarod's back and on his neck before Lyle took a tissue and cleansed his hands before stripping from his boxers.

'Now it's time for the real thing' Jarod thought with a bit of nervousness.

But Lyle surprised him again by lying beside him and telling him, "Come here Jarod."

Jarod obeyed and hugged the other man, no longer wondering how it would feel to be lying naked in another man's arms.

He felt caught in a gentle embrace, as Lyle stroked his neck and his back, rubbing his well-shaved cheek against Jarod's rough one. Lyle's mouth played with Jarod's ear, teasing it softly, biting it a little, until he slid to Jarod's lips. Then Lyle stopped, his lips against Jarod's, seeming to wait for some move. Jarod only slightly parted his lips, but the invitation was enough for Lyle who sank his tongue into the moist cavern, exploring it, stroking Jarod's tongue.

Jarod heartbeat increased. He had thought he was able to deal with a rough Lyle, but he had never thought what to do with a gentle one. He didn't recognize his body's reactions. Lyle's kiss was tender and gentle and Jarod liked it, liked it so much he hugged Lyle back and sank into the kiss with total abandon, trusting the other man to lead him into the unexplored lands of gay sex.

Lyle pulled away and panted, "Like it, Jarod?"

The Pretender was only able to nod. He felt his arousal growing up and his cock hardened. Lyle's hand slid along his body and gently cupped his genitals. "Let me show you," he whispered, pushing Jarod on his back.

Still stroking Jarod's hard cock, Lyle licked his nipples, making the other man moan. He let a trail of kisses to Jarod's groin, teasing his navel on the way down before sensuously running his tongue over Jarod's hard length. This time the Pretender spread his legs, giving Lyle full access to his body. He forgot he hated the man; he was too aroused to be able to think. He wanted this to happen and he trusted Lyle to give him what he needed.

"Tell me what you want, Jarod," Lyle purred, stroking Jarod's heated sac with the tip of his fingers.

The word dropped out of Jarod's mouth before he could find a less crude formation, "Suck me!"

Lyle smiled and licked the hard shaft before engulfing it in his mouth, deep throating it. Jarod nearly purred under the sensation. Lyle's hot wet mouth drove him nearly crazy with need. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the hot sensation of the wet stroking on his sensitive parts.

But Lyle soon stopped his ministrations and raised his head. He knelt and Jarod saw his cock was hard and pulsing against his stomach. Tentatively he stretched his hand and stroked it, shyly at first, then more confidently as he saw Lyle's closing his eyes and parting his lips.

"Stop Jarod!" he ordered in a hoarse voice.

The Pretender obeyed. Lyle's cock was leaking and Jarod couldn't help but cup one drop of the hot liquid and taste it. The other man seemed surprised by the move and bent to kiss him deeply, hugging him as their shafts brushed against each other. Jarod's desire increased and he let Lyle roll him on his side. The other man took again the little bottle of scented oil again and coated his cock. Jarod, despite his need, tensed a little. From what he knew, Jarod figured some sort of stretching should take place before the act itself. He mentioned this to Lyle who smiled kindly.

"You're a virgin, aren't you Jarod?" he asked.

"You know it," the Pretender replied.

"I want my cock to be the first thing that enters your ass, Jarod. Don't worry, I won't hurt you," Lyle explained him. "Just relax and enjoy."

Jarod tried to and was helped by Lyle pumping lightly on his cock. He felt the tip of Lyle's cock brushing against his asshole and a shiver ran along his spine. He relaxed, putting his head on the pillow, and unclenched his muscles. Lyle parted his asscheeks with one hand; guiding his cock in Jarod's puckered opening slowly.

Jarod gasped under the wonderful new sensation of being filled. Lyle pumped on his cock in rhythm, wanting to ease the light pain, but Jarod was so aroused that he barely felt the stretching of his tight channel. Still Lyle entered him slowly, letting him becoming accustomed to his size.

"Like it?" Lyle asked as he slowly thrust into Jarod's ass.

A moan was the only response the other man was able to produce.

"So, you're going to like this," Lyle said as he entered Jarod fully, burying himself to the balls in the other man's opening. His cock hit Jarod's prostate and the Pretender uttered a muffled cry.

"Do it again," he begged, clenching his hand on Lyle's asscheeks to bring him closer.

Lyle smiled and obeyed, thrusting deeply in Jarod until they found a rhythm, Lyle had his arms around Jarod's chest, his hand wrapped around the Pretender's cock, trapping the other man against his body. Jarod emptied his mind; he just enjoyed the powerful sensations in his whole body, wondering how making love could feel so wonderful. Lyle's strokes increased until they both came, Jarod shooting his seed on Lyle's hand, the other man coming deep inside him.

They both relaxed on the mattress, still joined, until Lyle regained enough strength to withdraw from Jarod, who rolled back on his other side, facing his lover. He had a shock when he saw Lyle's face. The insufferable Mr. Lyle had his eyes closed, his lips parted, his hair mussed and a so unusual look on his ordinary satisfied face that Jarod wondered if he wasn't in another dimension. Lyle looked... human.

"What?" Lyle asked, opening his eyes.

"You look different," Jarod whispered.

Lyle had a sad laugh, "Sometimes even the worst bastard needs to drop the mask."

He looked so miserable, even as he smiled, that Jarod couldn't help but wonder if anyone knew the real Lyle. He gently patted Lyle's cheek and the other man sank into his embrace, burying his face in Jarod's neck, whispering, "Hold me."

They stayed that way a long time,Jarod stroking Lyle's hair, Lyle hugging Jarod as if the Pretender was a lifebelt in an ocean of dark shadows. Their hands joined and Jarod mechanically began to rub his thumb on Lyle's disabled hand. Lyle tensed at first, then let Jarod resume his ministration.

"I'm sorry about your hand," the Pretender whispered.

"I can live with it," Lyle replied. "It doesn't matter."

They both know it wasn't true, and that Lyle suffered from his injury. But he wasn't the kind of man to whine about life's hurts. Jarod wondered what events in his life had pushed Lyle to become the cold killer he was. He was aware for a long time that the Parkers, from Mr Parker to his beautiful and so cold daughter, had a problem with feelings and affection. And Lyle was a Parker.

He took Lyle's hand in his and gently kissed it. Lyle smiled at him, and stroked his cheek, before hugging him again tightly.

Jarod never knew how he slipped into a deep sleep, but suddenly he heard Lyle calling him while shaking him.

"Wake up, Jarod," Lyle whispered in his ear.

Jarod blinked, trying to remember where he was. Then he saw Lyle, clad in his usually dark grey outfit, handing him his clothes.

"Dress quickly, Jarod!" Lyle said again.

Jarod didn't wait a second more. He hurried to and put on his black clothes and followed Lyle into the main hall. The building seemed to be empty, but Jarod knew there were numerous cameras here and there.

"I introduced a little bug into the main computer," Lyle whispered. "And the guard has been called away. We have five minutes to get away."

Finally, when Jarod was able to breath again, he was on the road, in Lyle's black car. Jarod was tense again. The wonderful moments he had shared with Lyle had vanished, and now he wondered if the man would drive him into another trap.

"You don't trust me, do you?" Lyle asked.

"No," Jarod replied honestly.

"Good," Lyle approved. "You wouldn't live long if you trusted me." He smiled, "But this time I'm keeping my word. I bought a ticket to Dallas for you. Use it as you want."

He handed Jarod the ticket as they reached the station. Jarod was stunned. He hadn't thought Lyle would keep his word and really free him.

"Here we are," Lyle said. "I'll go with you to the train."

The platform was nearly free of travellers at this early hour and Lyle took advantage of this fact to kiss Jarod senseless. The Pretender responded to his kiss eagerly, wrapping his arms around Lyle's body.

They parted, looking at each other.

"Why did you do that?" Jarod asked, his arms still around Lyle's body.

Lyle had a little smile, "You expected some kind of torture, didn't you? You thought I was going to humiliate and hurt you badly Jarod, didn't you?"

"Yes I did," Jarod replied.

"Were you afraid?"

"Terrified," the Pretender smiled. "Really, Lyle. If it wasn't to hurt me, why?"

Lyle lowered his eyes and whispered, "Because I love you."

Jarod lowered his eyes not knowing how to answer such a confession. He bent his head and gently kissed Lyle, exploring the flavoured mouth, stroking the velvet tongue with his own, until they were both breathless.

"Give me some time," he just said.

Lyle nodded. "You're going to miss your train," he noticed.

Jarod kissed him a last time on the lips, hugging him tightly, and breaking the embrace, began to walk towards the wagon. He turned back, and said again, "Just give me some time, Lyle."

Lyle had a smile. For once in a very long time, he felt he had a chance to know what love was. Jarod raised his hand one last time as the train started to run and Lyle walked back slowly to his car as the first lights of sunlight enlightened his brown hair.

Not very far to Lyle's car a tall and beautiful woman was standing alone, tears running down her cheeks. Miss Parker had been woken up by the sound of Lyle's steps when he had shut down the main computer and she had followed them, fearing for Jarod's life. But when she had seen them kissing, something had broken in her icy heart.

"Jarod," she whispered.

THE END