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Again by whetherwoman (Dark Side challenge)
Title: Again
Author: whetherwoman
Rating: NC17
Pairing: John/Michael
Word count: 566
Spoilers: Takes place during Misbegotten.
Notes: Thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ferret_kitty and inthewall for betaing. I made a pretty new icon for this story with the help of stargatecaps.com.
John reaches out his hand and traces one finger half an inch above Michael’s cheekbone. The skin is shiny and he doesn’t touch it. “What do you want, Michael?” he says.
Michael says nothing.
“Michael,” John says again. “Tell me.”
“You know what I want,” Michael says. His voice is dark and low but he keeps it soft, barely above a growl.
“Yeah, I know what you want,” John says. He touches Michael, fists his fingers in Michael’s still-short hair. It’s soft. “I know what you want, Michael.” He tugs Michael’s head back. Michael doesn’t resist, just sucks in a breath of air. John studies Michael’s skin, his eyes, the grooves in his cheeks. Michael’s mouth is open and John can see his teeth. “I can’t decide, you know,” he says conversationally, turning Michael’s head slowly back and forth. “If your teeth are sharper. They might be. But they used to be pretty pointy, didn’t they. Before.” He runs one finger lightly over Michael’s lower lip. It’s soft and dry. “When you were human.”
Michael makes a noise that could be a snarl. John waits, but Michael stays silent except for his rasping breath.
“I know what you want,” John says. His finger drops off Michael’s lip as he starts pushing Michael slowly down. Michael is tense, but doesn’t resist.
John unzips his fly left-handed. Michael reaches up to John’s hips. “Hands behind your back,” John says, and Michael does as he’s told. He’s shaking minutely, holding himself back. John doesn’t think about what from.
“See, Michael, here’s the thing.” John watches his cock move into Michael’s mouth, then out again. “You’re not human.” Michael isn’t allowing his teeth to touch John’s cock at all. “You never were.” John’s cock is shiny now, just as shiny as Michael’s cheeks. “And now you’re not Wraith.” John’s voice is getting huskier. “And you never will be.” He swallows. “You’re never going to be one of them again, Michael.” His cock is moving faster now, in and out of Michael’s lips. “You’ll always be Michael. The one that stinks of human.” John’s grip on Michael’s hair never loosens, and Michael never tries to break it. “But humans don’t stink, Michael, humans are food, humans are delicious and you’re. Not. Human.”
Their eyes lock. John’s hips snap forward as he comes. Michael’s throat works as he swallows.
Neither of them move for a long minute, until John lets go of Michael’s hair and steps back. Michael reaches up and wipes his mouth slowly. John looks away first.
“That’s what you want,” John says to the wall.
“That’s what you’re going to give me,” Michael rasps. John hears him stand up and turns away before their eyes meet.
“We’re not.” John refastens his pants. “And not just because I have some... weird kink. That's not what..." He swallows and starts again. “We’ll give you the retrovirus all right, and try and pretend that you and all your buddies are just like us. But we... we just have more experience with hating... people who look like us. We can hide it, but we’ll know.” John looks up, but Michael has turned and is staring at his own wall. “And you’ll know too.”
“The retrovirus will make sure--“
“--that you don’t remember, sure. But you’ll know.”
Neither of them speak for a long time. When Michael turns around, John is gone.
Author: whetherwoman
Rating: NC17
Pairing: John/Michael
Word count: 566
Spoilers: Takes place during Misbegotten.
Notes: Thank you to
ferret_kitty and inthewall for betaing. I made a pretty new icon for this story with the help of stargatecaps.com.John reaches out his hand and traces one finger half an inch above Michael’s cheekbone. The skin is shiny and he doesn’t touch it. “What do you want, Michael?” he says.
Michael says nothing.
“Michael,” John says again. “Tell me.”
“You know what I want,” Michael says. His voice is dark and low but he keeps it soft, barely above a growl.
“Yeah, I know what you want,” John says. He touches Michael, fists his fingers in Michael’s still-short hair. It’s soft. “I know what you want, Michael.” He tugs Michael’s head back. Michael doesn’t resist, just sucks in a breath of air. John studies Michael’s skin, his eyes, the grooves in his cheeks. Michael’s mouth is open and John can see his teeth. “I can’t decide, you know,” he says conversationally, turning Michael’s head slowly back and forth. “If your teeth are sharper. They might be. But they used to be pretty pointy, didn’t they. Before.” He runs one finger lightly over Michael’s lower lip. It’s soft and dry. “When you were human.”
Michael makes a noise that could be a snarl. John waits, but Michael stays silent except for his rasping breath.
“I know what you want,” John says. His finger drops off Michael’s lip as he starts pushing Michael slowly down. Michael is tense, but doesn’t resist.
John unzips his fly left-handed. Michael reaches up to John’s hips. “Hands behind your back,” John says, and Michael does as he’s told. He’s shaking minutely, holding himself back. John doesn’t think about what from.
“See, Michael, here’s the thing.” John watches his cock move into Michael’s mouth, then out again. “You’re not human.” Michael isn’t allowing his teeth to touch John’s cock at all. “You never were.” John’s cock is shiny now, just as shiny as Michael’s cheeks. “And now you’re not Wraith.” John’s voice is getting huskier. “And you never will be.” He swallows. “You’re never going to be one of them again, Michael.” His cock is moving faster now, in and out of Michael’s lips. “You’ll always be Michael. The one that stinks of human.” John’s grip on Michael’s hair never loosens, and Michael never tries to break it. “But humans don’t stink, Michael, humans are food, humans are delicious and you’re. Not. Human.”
Their eyes lock. John’s hips snap forward as he comes. Michael’s throat works as he swallows.
Neither of them move for a long minute, until John lets go of Michael’s hair and steps back. Michael reaches up and wipes his mouth slowly. John looks away first.
“That’s what you want,” John says to the wall.
“That’s what you’re going to give me,” Michael rasps. John hears him stand up and turns away before their eyes meet.
“We’re not.” John refastens his pants. “And not just because I have some... weird kink. That's not what..." He swallows and starts again. “We’ll give you the retrovirus all right, and try and pretend that you and all your buddies are just like us. But we... we just have more experience with hating... people who look like us. We can hide it, but we’ll know.” John looks up, but Michael has turned and is staring at his own wall. “And you’ll know too.”
“The retrovirus will make sure--“
“--that you don’t remember, sure. But you’ll know.”
Neither of them speak for a long time. When Michael turns around, John is gone.
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ina sick sorta way, that's hot. :)
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“And now you’re not Wraith. And you never will be.”
Exactly. If I'd be that Queen, I'd eat him without a second thought.