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sga_flashficTitle: Like Deep Pools of Glass
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cerri44
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard, McKay/Ronon and implied Zelenka/Weir
Length: about 2000words
Rating: NC17/R
Summary: "Rodney McKay was the richest man in the galaxy. [...] But Rodney knew there was something more."
Challenge: Harlequin
Beta:jimaine42, who did an amazing job on my abysmal English
Note: Some of the expressions are paraphrased from a novel by K. Woodiwiss I read a couple of weeks ago.
I had fun writing this, so I hope you have fun reading it.:) If you giggle just a little, it was definitely worth it.
~~~~~
Rodney McKay was the richest man in the galaxy. At least according to the tabloids. He enjoyed his money, but he enjoyed research more. And so he did.
Every couple of years there were new discoveries, new inventions. But he didn't stop. He had found the gene that caused hair-loss - and his hair did look the same as it did when he was 20, he invented new ways of sending data through superdense fiber-optic cable, making data-transfers of 5GB/sec possible, but most of his money still came from the citrus-free lemons.
They had actually named several streets, plazas and a couple of schools after him.
But Rodney knew there was something more. There was something he had missed. Something he was supposed to discover, but hadn't.
On the night of his 38th birthday, some king of some country had invited him for a big party. Rodney only knew about the country from what his assistant had told him - it was rich in history, but poor these days, the people were supposed to be very arrogant there and the restrictive immigration laws had led them to inbreed a lot.
So when he arrived at a small airfield on the island that constituted the country, he expected people in ragged hare-krishna ado, with twelve fingers and three eyes - but what he would find would be far more rare than that.
A red carpet was laying out his way to the hangar where a small flock of vibrantly adorned people were waiting for him. He looked from face to face, noticing one that was apparently the king (he was actually wearing a gold crown that clashed with his glasses), one that was apparently the king's mistress (she was wearing... well actually she was wearing no sort of clothing he could identify, just lots of gold necklaces, bracelets and rings) and there was - but here he stopped thinking. And there was this. This vision. This perfection of mankind. Jetblack hair, pointy but angular features and eyes like deep pools of darkgreen (or was it brown?) glass.
Rodney McKay was fascinated.
His mind was too busy planning at least a dozen ways of seducing this most singular of creatures that he didn't notice that the king was already speaking.
".. hope you will enjoy the feast we are giving in your honor."
"What? Oh, yes, yes. I'm sure it will be ... most delightful." Shooting a last, not at all ambiguous look at the object of his desire, he grinned at the king. "Shall we go then?"
"Yes, we most certainly shall."
Thus, they made their way to the royal carriages (a couple of red convertibles with the kingdoms emblem on the hood) and drove to the castle.
Sadly, he was separated from his dark beauty, and left to chat with the king and his queen (the naked, bejeweled woman was introduced as that) about the advantages of having five red convertibles (as Rodney did) to having just three (as the king did). Of course, Rodney was so terribly rich, that he promised to buy them two more red convertibles for their stables out of gratitude for having thought of bringing some powerbars as a snack for him.
----
When they arrived at their destination- Rodney was led to his rooms by a tall heavy muscled Adonis. While he instructed him how to turn on the hot water, his deep vibrato made Rodney shiver and he stared with longing at the curve of the other man's back, imagining how the hard muscles would feel under his knowing hands.
When the dreadlocked man turned around, Rodney moved forward and put his left hand othe man's forearm.
"Thank you for these... these very informative instructions," his voice had gotten considerably deeper and more seductive now. "But what is this?" He pointed at the king-size bed.
"It is a king-size bed," said the tall, handsome man looking at the rich, scientist knowingly. "Shall I show you how to use it?"
"That would be very helpful," said our hero, smiling.
The man led Rodney by the hand to the comfortable camp. He pushed him onto it and followed gracefully. Lying sideways next to the stranger his big paws caressed his chest moving down the abdomen to his manly regions.
Rodney groaned in pleasure, and the servant took that as a signal and unzipped his pants. Sliding down, his hot mouth found Rodney's manhood and he obviously was a master at this art, for Rodney was quickly, but still tantalisingly slowly, reaching his climax. As he looked down to where the big man was at work, he saw clever eyes watching him. Eyes that where so unlike ... and then he came, thinking of that dark pair of eyes he first had seen at the airport.
While McKay was still catching his breath, the handsome servant left his suite.
---
After a long hot bath Rodney donned one of his white suede jackets and pants with a light blue shirt. Leaving the jacket and the first three buttons of his shirt open, he left his considerably spacious suite to go looking for the man from the airport.
Turning around a corner he stumbled into something lean and black haired.
"Watch where you're going!" he snapped. But when he looked up he saw it was the very beauty he was looking for. "Oh, well, never mind, carry on."
The man of Rodney's dreams just stared at him, confused.
"Why, I'm Rodney McKay. Doctor Rodney McKay. Genius and playboy extraordinaire. Who are you?"
"Sheppard."
"Oh, I didn't know they had sheep on this island. Well being a shepherd is a most noble profession." Letting his mind stroll along paths that involved putting little transmitters into remote controls, that could be triggered by a button on the TV, as a matter of finding them more easily, he had a terrible thought. Most frightened, he asked the shepherd that made his heart tingle in this very pleasant way: "You're not into sheep though, are you?"
"No. My name is Sheppard. And I actually never spent much time thinking of sheep," he drawled sexily.
"Thank the heavens. Well, now that that's cleared up, you can become my husband and we can live happily ever after, with nine red convertibles," for Rodney had ordered four new ones for himself along with the two for the king - no king in no country should have more red convertibles than he had, "and citrus-free lemons."
"Wait a minute, we just met - we can't just get married. And I am just the queens's slave and I have a bad leg - I am not good enough for you, Rodney McKay."
But Rodney didn't really listen, for he was transfixed by those eyes that were now gleaming with hope despite the negative words.
"It doesn't matter to me what you are and I know a voodoo-priest who can certainly mend your formidable yet broken leg. Let us go to the queen, my love, I am sure she will release you from your bonds when she hears of the undying love we have developed in these few seconds."
"You are my saviour, Rodney McKay. For all of the one and a half hours since we got separated at the airport I was wondering if we would ever meet again and if then you would return my feelings of undying love, feelings I discovered the moment you so non-ambiguously looked at me there."
"Oh, Sheppard. Hearing you slur those words, that make my heartrate triple, I want to make love to you in this very corridor filled with fake rubberplants and horrible portraits of former kings and queens." Our hero had now moved more closely to the young slave, putting a hand oh-so seductively and non-ambiguously onto his loved-one's chest.
"Your words make my groin ache with excitement," he said. But Rodney could hear confusion in the beauty's voice.
"What is it that is bothering you, my soon-to-be-lover?" he asked emphatically.
"I have never felt this way before. My emotions are in turmoil. I professed my love to you so quickly, but now I remember that I have never been with a man before and I don't know what to expect. "
"Oh, my sweet love, don't be afraid. I will be with you and you should never be afraid of me, for I love you more than every powerbar in the world. And I will guide you into becoming a real man."
"Rodney McKay, tell me - will it hurt?"
"No, my bed-haired beauty, for I would never hurt you. I will be gentle and in my arms you shall find only pleasure. But let us not linger here. We have to go to the queen."
And so they made their way to the queen's quarters. Rodney a little up front, for he was eager to get his love freed, and Sheppard following as fast as his walking impairment would allow.
----
The Queen was lying naked in a heap of cushions surrounded by her handmaidens, who were doing things Rodney didn't know handmaidens did. But then again they were called *hand*maidens.
"Hrmh, hrmh."
With a gracious gesture of dismissal the queen send her maidens away and sat up to face the two men.
"Doctor McKay, what can I do for you? Does this slave need to be punished for something he did to you?" the queen inquired.
"The only thing this slave did was steal my heart. And I know just how to punish him for that." He then knelt in front of the queen, which was quite an accomplishment considering the number of cushions around her. "Dear Queen Elizabeth, give me this virgin slave of yours so I can take him with me into freedom, and our undying love will shine brighter than the sun for everyone to see."
The queen narrowed her eyes at him and after some thinking she said, "John is very valuable to me, despite his bad leg. I like to hug him from time to time. Tell me, McKay - what can you offer me in return for such a precious gift?"
Rodney thought about this for a few moments. He could see the queen's point, for it had to be wonderful to hug Sheppard. "I cannot think of anything - and that is most uncommon for me -, for John, as you call him, is the most precious thing to me in the entire universe. I can only ask you to name a price - I will pay whatever you want."
"I do not want any monetary riches you can offer - my country might be poor and all these golden necklaces are fake. But I see now how much you love him and seeing your love is more than sufficient compensation for me - but you must promise to marry him here, so I can witness your joy."
"It will be my pleasure," Rodney said happily.
Standing up, he smiled at John, and John smiled back, and they were happy.
---
And so it came that on the day of Rodney McKay's 38th birthday he found his love in a virgin slave called John Sheppard in some country on some island and married him on a feast that the king of a country - the name of which he had already forgotten - gave in his honor.
On the festivities he said,"I heard so much of how arrogant, inbred and poor the people of this country are, but now I know that you are indeed very honorable, and that inbreeding has led to the birth of the most extraordinary humans. Like John, my love, who has such fine pointy ears." Looking at the king and queen, who looked as happy as he did, he continued, "And you might not have five Swiss bank accounts, but you are rich by having each other. I might have discovered the gene that causes hair-loss on my own, but you helped me discover love and that is, as I now know- the one thing I have been missing all these years."
---
That night John lost his virginity when they joined as lovers like only two men can.
~end~
Author:
cerri44Pairing: McKay/Sheppard, McKay/Ronon and implied Zelenka/Weir
Length: about 2000words
Rating: NC17/R
Summary: "Rodney McKay was the richest man in the galaxy. [...] But Rodney knew there was something more."
Challenge: Harlequin
Beta:
jimaine42, who did an amazing job on my abysmal English Note: Some of the expressions are paraphrased from a novel by K. Woodiwiss I read a couple of weeks ago.
I had fun writing this, so I hope you have fun reading it.:) If you giggle just a little, it was definitely worth it.
~~~~~
Rodney McKay was the richest man in the galaxy. At least according to the tabloids. He enjoyed his money, but he enjoyed research more. And so he did.
Every couple of years there were new discoveries, new inventions. But he didn't stop. He had found the gene that caused hair-loss - and his hair did look the same as it did when he was 20, he invented new ways of sending data through superdense fiber-optic cable, making data-transfers of 5GB/sec possible, but most of his money still came from the citrus-free lemons.
They had actually named several streets, plazas and a couple of schools after him.
But Rodney knew there was something more. There was something he had missed. Something he was supposed to discover, but hadn't.
On the night of his 38th birthday, some king of some country had invited him for a big party. Rodney only knew about the country from what his assistant had told him - it was rich in history, but poor these days, the people were supposed to be very arrogant there and the restrictive immigration laws had led them to inbreed a lot.
So when he arrived at a small airfield on the island that constituted the country, he expected people in ragged hare-krishna ado, with twelve fingers and three eyes - but what he would find would be far more rare than that.
A red carpet was laying out his way to the hangar where a small flock of vibrantly adorned people were waiting for him. He looked from face to face, noticing one that was apparently the king (he was actually wearing a gold crown that clashed with his glasses), one that was apparently the king's mistress (she was wearing... well actually she was wearing no sort of clothing he could identify, just lots of gold necklaces, bracelets and rings) and there was - but here he stopped thinking. And there was this. This vision. This perfection of mankind. Jetblack hair, pointy but angular features and eyes like deep pools of darkgreen (or was it brown?) glass.
Rodney McKay was fascinated.
His mind was too busy planning at least a dozen ways of seducing this most singular of creatures that he didn't notice that the king was already speaking.
".. hope you will enjoy the feast we are giving in your honor."
"What? Oh, yes, yes. I'm sure it will be ... most delightful." Shooting a last, not at all ambiguous look at the object of his desire, he grinned at the king. "Shall we go then?"
"Yes, we most certainly shall."
Thus, they made their way to the royal carriages (a couple of red convertibles with the kingdoms emblem on the hood) and drove to the castle.
Sadly, he was separated from his dark beauty, and left to chat with the king and his queen (the naked, bejeweled woman was introduced as that) about the advantages of having five red convertibles (as Rodney did) to having just three (as the king did). Of course, Rodney was so terribly rich, that he promised to buy them two more red convertibles for their stables out of gratitude for having thought of bringing some powerbars as a snack for him.
----
When they arrived at their destination- Rodney was led to his rooms by a tall heavy muscled Adonis. While he instructed him how to turn on the hot water, his deep vibrato made Rodney shiver and he stared with longing at the curve of the other man's back, imagining how the hard muscles would feel under his knowing hands.
When the dreadlocked man turned around, Rodney moved forward and put his left hand othe man's forearm.
"Thank you for these... these very informative instructions," his voice had gotten considerably deeper and more seductive now. "But what is this?" He pointed at the king-size bed.
"It is a king-size bed," said the tall, handsome man looking at the rich, scientist knowingly. "Shall I show you how to use it?"
"That would be very helpful," said our hero, smiling.
The man led Rodney by the hand to the comfortable camp. He pushed him onto it and followed gracefully. Lying sideways next to the stranger his big paws caressed his chest moving down the abdomen to his manly regions.
Rodney groaned in pleasure, and the servant took that as a signal and unzipped his pants. Sliding down, his hot mouth found Rodney's manhood and he obviously was a master at this art, for Rodney was quickly, but still tantalisingly slowly, reaching his climax. As he looked down to where the big man was at work, he saw clever eyes watching him. Eyes that where so unlike ... and then he came, thinking of that dark pair of eyes he first had seen at the airport.
While McKay was still catching his breath, the handsome servant left his suite.
---
After a long hot bath Rodney donned one of his white suede jackets and pants with a light blue shirt. Leaving the jacket and the first three buttons of his shirt open, he left his considerably spacious suite to go looking for the man from the airport.
Turning around a corner he stumbled into something lean and black haired.
"Watch where you're going!" he snapped. But when he looked up he saw it was the very beauty he was looking for. "Oh, well, never mind, carry on."
The man of Rodney's dreams just stared at him, confused.
"Why, I'm Rodney McKay. Doctor Rodney McKay. Genius and playboy extraordinaire. Who are you?"
"Sheppard."
"Oh, I didn't know they had sheep on this island. Well being a shepherd is a most noble profession." Letting his mind stroll along paths that involved putting little transmitters into remote controls, that could be triggered by a button on the TV, as a matter of finding them more easily, he had a terrible thought. Most frightened, he asked the shepherd that made his heart tingle in this very pleasant way: "You're not into sheep though, are you?"
"No. My name is Sheppard. And I actually never spent much time thinking of sheep," he drawled sexily.
"Thank the heavens. Well, now that that's cleared up, you can become my husband and we can live happily ever after, with nine red convertibles," for Rodney had ordered four new ones for himself along with the two for the king - no king in no country should have more red convertibles than he had, "and citrus-free lemons."
"Wait a minute, we just met - we can't just get married. And I am just the queens's slave and I have a bad leg - I am not good enough for you, Rodney McKay."
But Rodney didn't really listen, for he was transfixed by those eyes that were now gleaming with hope despite the negative words.
"It doesn't matter to me what you are and I know a voodoo-priest who can certainly mend your formidable yet broken leg. Let us go to the queen, my love, I am sure she will release you from your bonds when she hears of the undying love we have developed in these few seconds."
"You are my saviour, Rodney McKay. For all of the one and a half hours since we got separated at the airport I was wondering if we would ever meet again and if then you would return my feelings of undying love, feelings I discovered the moment you so non-ambiguously looked at me there."
"Oh, Sheppard. Hearing you slur those words, that make my heartrate triple, I want to make love to you in this very corridor filled with fake rubberplants and horrible portraits of former kings and queens." Our hero had now moved more closely to the young slave, putting a hand oh-so seductively and non-ambiguously onto his loved-one's chest.
"Your words make my groin ache with excitement," he said. But Rodney could hear confusion in the beauty's voice.
"What is it that is bothering you, my soon-to-be-lover?" he asked emphatically.
"I have never felt this way before. My emotions are in turmoil. I professed my love to you so quickly, but now I remember that I have never been with a man before and I don't know what to expect. "
"Oh, my sweet love, don't be afraid. I will be with you and you should never be afraid of me, for I love you more than every powerbar in the world. And I will guide you into becoming a real man."
"Rodney McKay, tell me - will it hurt?"
"No, my bed-haired beauty, for I would never hurt you. I will be gentle and in my arms you shall find only pleasure. But let us not linger here. We have to go to the queen."
And so they made their way to the queen's quarters. Rodney a little up front, for he was eager to get his love freed, and Sheppard following as fast as his walking impairment would allow.
----
The Queen was lying naked in a heap of cushions surrounded by her handmaidens, who were doing things Rodney didn't know handmaidens did. But then again they were called *hand*maidens.
"Hrmh, hrmh."
With a gracious gesture of dismissal the queen send her maidens away and sat up to face the two men.
"Doctor McKay, what can I do for you? Does this slave need to be punished for something he did to you?" the queen inquired.
"The only thing this slave did was steal my heart. And I know just how to punish him for that." He then knelt in front of the queen, which was quite an accomplishment considering the number of cushions around her. "Dear Queen Elizabeth, give me this virgin slave of yours so I can take him with me into freedom, and our undying love will shine brighter than the sun for everyone to see."
The queen narrowed her eyes at him and after some thinking she said, "John is very valuable to me, despite his bad leg. I like to hug him from time to time. Tell me, McKay - what can you offer me in return for such a precious gift?"
Rodney thought about this for a few moments. He could see the queen's point, for it had to be wonderful to hug Sheppard. "I cannot think of anything - and that is most uncommon for me -, for John, as you call him, is the most precious thing to me in the entire universe. I can only ask you to name a price - I will pay whatever you want."
"I do not want any monetary riches you can offer - my country might be poor and all these golden necklaces are fake. But I see now how much you love him and seeing your love is more than sufficient compensation for me - but you must promise to marry him here, so I can witness your joy."
"It will be my pleasure," Rodney said happily.
Standing up, he smiled at John, and John smiled back, and they were happy.
---
And so it came that on the day of Rodney McKay's 38th birthday he found his love in a virgin slave called John Sheppard in some country on some island and married him on a feast that the king of a country - the name of which he had already forgotten - gave in his honor.
On the festivities he said,"I heard so much of how arrogant, inbred and poor the people of this country are, but now I know that you are indeed very honorable, and that inbreeding has led to the birth of the most extraordinary humans. Like John, my love, who has such fine pointy ears." Looking at the king and queen, who looked as happy as he did, he continued, "And you might not have five Swiss bank accounts, but you are rich by having each other. I might have discovered the gene that causes hair-loss on my own, but you helped me discover love and that is, as I now know- the one thing I have been missing all these years."
---
That night John lost his virginity when they joined as lovers like only two men can.
~end~
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Date: 2005-09-12 01:42 am (UTC)