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sga_flashficTitle: When I Have You
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ladyria
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-conish
Challenge: Dark side
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Big thanks toellisonbabe for beta, all remaining mistakes are mine.
Summary: It's not the aliens who made Rodney do it.
Rodney was pounding into John hard and fast. He was pressing John’s hands above his head with one hand and gripping that ridiculous hair with another.
The sweat trickled into his eyes as he looked at John under him, his graceful neck arched and mouth open, whimpering.
“Why won’t you beg, you whore?” Rodney hissed. “You want it faster, harder, deeper? You do, don’t you? You’re such a slut, spreading your legs for anyone.” He accentuated his words with quick merciless thrusts. “Yeah, you were born to be fucked, and you know it. But you know what? From this day forward, the only one you will fuck, get fucked by – is me. You hear that? You let anyone else touch you and you will pay. They will pay. You’re mine, my whore, and no one else touches you.”
He rammed in one more time and came. John followed, while hoarsely screaming, “yes, yes, yours. Whatever you want!”
Just barely Rodney had the presence of a mind to roll off John. He was too tired to care about cleaning himself, so he just nudged John to move closer. Willingly John wrapped himself around Rodney, who then grabbed a fistful of his hair, making sure that John couldn’t move and then quickly fell asleep.
~*~
Rodney woke up feeling good. He still had his eyes closed, but he felt someone lying next to him. He smiled, thinking he’d gotten lucky last night. Then he remembered, he wasn’t on Earth, Atlantis, and their team was on a mission. He snapped his eyes open, taking in the wooden ceiling and the white room they were in. There was a wooden door and a window, which showed daylight and lots of green grass. Carefully, he turned his head and first saw the white sheets, stained with pink spots; come mixed with blood. Rodney tasted bile and looked at his companion, who was still snuggled tightly around him, although he already knew who it would be.
John, in all his naked glory.
He didn’t look much different, save the finger shaped bruises on his hips and arms, and there was blood on his thighs mixed with come, just as on the sheets.
“Oh God,” he said out loud, horrified. His heart was beating so fast he was afraid he might get a heart attack and that would be very, very bad. “Okay, breathe,” he said to himself. Panicking would do no good. He had to check what condition the Colonel was in and whether he could walk. They had to get out of this room and then they had to find Teyla and Ronon and get out of this planet. Goddammit, if only he could remember the details from last night. The last thing he remembered were the labs, where someone had showed them – something. Frustrated, Rodney pressed his hand over his eyes and tried to calm down. Now really wasn’t the time to freak out, he could do that back home.
Gently he started to disentangle himself from John, trying not to cause any more damage: Who knew what kind of internal injuries he might have. However, all he managed to do was to wake John, whose eyes snapped open just as Rodney was trying to move John’s leg from between his own. Rodney stiffened up, waiting for him to remember.
John blinked a few times and then looked straight at Rodney. Rodney was prepared for seeing anything; confusion, hate, anger, but not the adoration, which he heard in the softly spoken, “Rodney.” Then John pressed his lips against Rodney’s, quickly making the kiss deep.
Rodney registered that John tasted oddly sweet, just as he wrenched his head away from him. “What, no. Listen, this is not-” and that was all Rodney got out before he forgot everything else except John and the seething jealousy and mine.
This time Rodney initiated the kiss, hungrily pressing his tongue into John's mouth, tasting him and the intoxicating sweetness. He grabbed John’s ass, pressing him against his achingly hard cock. “My little whore,” he whispered to John’s ear, the possessive need to make John his growing greater with every passing second. Rodney flipped them so that he was on top of John and without being told, John obediently opened his legs. Rodney took hold of his cock and slammed himself home, blood easing his way and at the same time biting on the side of John’s neck, marking him. John arched under him; whether it was from lust or pain, Rodney didn’t care, because finally John was just his.
Author:
ladyriaPairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-conish
Challenge: Dark side
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Big thanks to
ellisonbabe for beta, all remaining mistakes are mine.Summary: It's not the aliens who made Rodney do it.
Rodney was pounding into John hard and fast. He was pressing John’s hands above his head with one hand and gripping that ridiculous hair with another.
The sweat trickled into his eyes as he looked at John under him, his graceful neck arched and mouth open, whimpering.
“Why won’t you beg, you whore?” Rodney hissed. “You want it faster, harder, deeper? You do, don’t you? You’re such a slut, spreading your legs for anyone.” He accentuated his words with quick merciless thrusts. “Yeah, you were born to be fucked, and you know it. But you know what? From this day forward, the only one you will fuck, get fucked by – is me. You hear that? You let anyone else touch you and you will pay. They will pay. You’re mine, my whore, and no one else touches you.”
He rammed in one more time and came. John followed, while hoarsely screaming, “yes, yes, yours. Whatever you want!”
Just barely Rodney had the presence of a mind to roll off John. He was too tired to care about cleaning himself, so he just nudged John to move closer. Willingly John wrapped himself around Rodney, who then grabbed a fistful of his hair, making sure that John couldn’t move and then quickly fell asleep.
~*~
Rodney woke up feeling good. He still had his eyes closed, but he felt someone lying next to him. He smiled, thinking he’d gotten lucky last night. Then he remembered, he wasn’t on Earth, Atlantis, and their team was on a mission. He snapped his eyes open, taking in the wooden ceiling and the white room they were in. There was a wooden door and a window, which showed daylight and lots of green grass. Carefully, he turned his head and first saw the white sheets, stained with pink spots; come mixed with blood. Rodney tasted bile and looked at his companion, who was still snuggled tightly around him, although he already knew who it would be.
John, in all his naked glory.
He didn’t look much different, save the finger shaped bruises on his hips and arms, and there was blood on his thighs mixed with come, just as on the sheets.
“Oh God,” he said out loud, horrified. His heart was beating so fast he was afraid he might get a heart attack and that would be very, very bad. “Okay, breathe,” he said to himself. Panicking would do no good. He had to check what condition the Colonel was in and whether he could walk. They had to get out of this room and then they had to find Teyla and Ronon and get out of this planet. Goddammit, if only he could remember the details from last night. The last thing he remembered were the labs, where someone had showed them – something. Frustrated, Rodney pressed his hand over his eyes and tried to calm down. Now really wasn’t the time to freak out, he could do that back home.
Gently he started to disentangle himself from John, trying not to cause any more damage: Who knew what kind of internal injuries he might have. However, all he managed to do was to wake John, whose eyes snapped open just as Rodney was trying to move John’s leg from between his own. Rodney stiffened up, waiting for him to remember.
John blinked a few times and then looked straight at Rodney. Rodney was prepared for seeing anything; confusion, hate, anger, but not the adoration, which he heard in the softly spoken, “Rodney.” Then John pressed his lips against Rodney’s, quickly making the kiss deep.
Rodney registered that John tasted oddly sweet, just as he wrenched his head away from him. “What, no. Listen, this is not-” and that was all Rodney got out before he forgot everything else except John and the seething jealousy and mine.
This time Rodney initiated the kiss, hungrily pressing his tongue into John's mouth, tasting him and the intoxicating sweetness. He grabbed John’s ass, pressing him against his achingly hard cock. “My little whore,” he whispered to John’s ear, the possessive need to make John his growing greater with every passing second. Rodney flipped them so that he was on top of John and without being told, John obediently opened his legs. Rodney took hold of his cock and slammed himself home, blood easing his way and at the same time biting on the side of John’s neck, marking him. John arched under him; whether it was from lust or pain, Rodney didn’t care, because finally John was just his.
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Date: 2006-07-19 03:21 am (UTC)oooh. more please!
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Date: 2006-07-19 01:29 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!