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sga_flashfic2006-05-08 10:29 pm
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Fic: "Visions of . . . Not Sugarplums" by kyrdwyn (R) [Sex, Drugs, Rock n Roll Challenge]
Title: Visions of . . . Not Sugarplums
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kyrdwyn
Rating: R (imagery)
Pairing: Implied Sheppard/McKay; McKay/Beckett
Beta:rosewildeirish looked at it and took away my crack.
Summary: John shuddered in remembrance of the vivid hallucinations the drug had caused.
Author's Notes: My third entry for the Sex, Drugs, and Rock n Roll challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sga_flashfic. I've got drugs. I've got rock n roll. Blink and you might miss the sex.
Author's Blameshifting: I totally blame this one onreedfem.
Rodney pulled off John's cock.
It took him a minute to realize it. He stared down at the now-flaccid object in his hand, blood dripping from one end and semen oozing from the other. He giggled as it twitched, fascinated by the way the residual electrical impulses made it seem like it was still attached.
A twitch caught his eye and he saw John's body on the bed, his eyes open and staring glassily at the ceiling. It gave another twitch, and blood spurted out of the groin area, coating the stomach and thighs in glistening red.
Rodney stared, fascinated, until reality hit him. He'd pulled off John's cock.
He started screaming, and couldn't stop.
John yelled for Carson over the radio while Rodney stood in John's quarters, screaming. Carson was gratifyingly quick, arriving with a sedative in hand and injecting Rodney. He stopped screaming a few minutes later and crumpled. John and Carson caught him and maneuvered him onto John's bed.
"I was afraid of this," Carson murmured as he checked Rodney's vitals.
"What?" John asked.
"Rodney's system hadn't finished metabolizing that drug the natives used to capture you on your last mission. I'd kept him in the infirmary, but he managed to sneak out. Since he was sleeping, I didn't think it was necessary to restrain him."
John shuddered in remembrance of the vivid hallucinations the drug had caused. "That explains why he wandered in here, grabbed at something on my bed, stared at it, giggled, and then screamed."
"What was on the bed?" Carson asked.
John shrugged. "I was working on my computer when he walked in. Who knows what he saw."
Carson pushed a lock of hair back from Rodney's forehead. "Well, we'll make sure he stays in the infirmary this time. I'm hopeful the drug should be fully out of his system by tomorrow afternoon."
John smiled, knowing Carson didn't want to find his lover missing from the infirmary again. "I'll post a guard to ensure he doesn't escape your clutches, Carson."
Carson smiled at John as a medical team arrived with a gurney. "Thank you, Colonel."
"Anytime," John said. He really didn't want to find Rodney screaming in his quarters again. It was too reminiscent of his own hallucinations of being yelled at by the Joint Chiefs of the Armed Forces while "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" played in the background. Of course, they'd been squirrels, in full uniform, with studded dog collars instead of tags, and playing Twister with his third-grade reading teacher while yelling at him.
John shuddered at the memory and went back to working on the duty rosters. He'd find out tomorrow afternoon what Rodney had been screaming about.
Author:
kyrdwynRating: R (imagery)
Pairing: Implied Sheppard/McKay; McKay/Beckett
Beta:
rosewildeirish looked at it and took away my crack.Summary: John shuddered in remembrance of the vivid hallucinations the drug had caused.
Author's Notes: My third entry for the Sex, Drugs, and Rock n Roll challenge at
sga_flashfic. I've got drugs. I've got rock n roll. Blink and you might miss the sex.Author's Blameshifting: I totally blame this one on
reedfem.Rodney pulled off John's cock.
It took him a minute to realize it. He stared down at the now-flaccid object in his hand, blood dripping from one end and semen oozing from the other. He giggled as it twitched, fascinated by the way the residual electrical impulses made it seem like it was still attached.
A twitch caught his eye and he saw John's body on the bed, his eyes open and staring glassily at the ceiling. It gave another twitch, and blood spurted out of the groin area, coating the stomach and thighs in glistening red.
Rodney stared, fascinated, until reality hit him. He'd pulled off John's cock.
He started screaming, and couldn't stop.
John yelled for Carson over the radio while Rodney stood in John's quarters, screaming. Carson was gratifyingly quick, arriving with a sedative in hand and injecting Rodney. He stopped screaming a few minutes later and crumpled. John and Carson caught him and maneuvered him onto John's bed.
"I was afraid of this," Carson murmured as he checked Rodney's vitals.
"What?" John asked.
"Rodney's system hadn't finished metabolizing that drug the natives used to capture you on your last mission. I'd kept him in the infirmary, but he managed to sneak out. Since he was sleeping, I didn't think it was necessary to restrain him."
John shuddered in remembrance of the vivid hallucinations the drug had caused. "That explains why he wandered in here, grabbed at something on my bed, stared at it, giggled, and then screamed."
"What was on the bed?" Carson asked.
John shrugged. "I was working on my computer when he walked in. Who knows what he saw."
Carson pushed a lock of hair back from Rodney's forehead. "Well, we'll make sure he stays in the infirmary this time. I'm hopeful the drug should be fully out of his system by tomorrow afternoon."
John smiled, knowing Carson didn't want to find his lover missing from the infirmary again. "I'll post a guard to ensure he doesn't escape your clutches, Carson."
Carson smiled at John as a medical team arrived with a gurney. "Thank you, Colonel."
"Anytime," John said. He really didn't want to find Rodney screaming in his quarters again. It was too reminiscent of his own hallucinations of being yelled at by the Joint Chiefs of the Armed Forces while "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" played in the background. Of course, they'd been squirrels, in full uniform, with studded dog collars instead of tags, and playing Twister with his third-grade reading teacher while yelling at him.
John shuddered at the memory and went back to working on the duty rosters. He'd find out tomorrow afternoon what Rodney had been screaming about.
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I can't take you anywhere, can I?
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The things this fandom does.
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Upon further thought I've decided you need to get out more. ;)
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I blame being incredibly tired and having my brain fried by my Estate Planning & Taxation take-home exam. Ugh. Must finish it in AM.
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Sorry, the imagery at the beginning had me shuddering through the entire thing. In a good way. It's very, um, poetic.
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i suddenly feel an urge to go to Burger King...
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Best opening, ever *g*