Twofold by moonmip (secret superpower challenge) PWP

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Title: Twofold
Author: Bronwyn moonmip
Pairings: John/Rodney/John. Yeah, you read that right.
Rating: NC-17. PWP, completely. And the porn is probably improbable.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I don’t own anything. Not even porn.
Beta: ferret_kitty. Transnational hugs! She made me go back and make sure the mechanics of my porn made sense. Oh, she is a bad, bad woman. I fiddled with it more after her gracious look, so any remaining problems are so my fault.
Summary: John uses his superpower for good rather than evil. Porn with a capital P.

Please feel free to concrit!

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“You can’t.”

“I can.”

“It’s ridiculous,” Rodney insisted. “I can’t even begin to tell you how many laws of physics it would break, not to mention-“

“Rodney.”

John had that stubborn, mulish look that he always got when he was determined to prove himself in the right, regardless of Rodney’s opinion and his devotion to the altar of science.

“What?”

John’s stubborn look morphed into a glare.

“Fine,” Rodney threw up his hands. “You can split yourself into two people. If you say it can be done, then clearly it can. Who am I to argue with the rules of the universe and your questionable sanity?” He turned away, tired of the idiotic conversation.

John smirked and counted to three.

“Wait a minute,” Rodney spun back around, finger out and wagging. Oh, yeah, thought John smugly. So hooked.

“If you can turn yourself into two Colonel Sheppards, then why the hell haven’t you been more useful around here?”

The smug look dropped off John’s face. “What?”

“All those times you insisted you couldn’t help me in the lab because you had other more important things to do!” Rodney was beginning to look incensed as he started to pace. John sat on his bed and watched him go back and forth.

“You…you…cheat!” shouted Rodney triumphantly.

“Huh?” John rubbed his forehead.

“If you can split in two, then obviously you could have been doing…whatever it is you do all day and helping me in the lab. Clearly, your refusal to do so shows that your lazy streak has reached pathological levels and-“

“Lazy! I’m not lazy. You’re the one whose quarters are a pigsty!”

“Which they wouldn’t be if you helped out occasionally,” said Rodney unrepentantly.

John gaped. He felt like he’d just been sat on by a hippo. This was not how he imagined the conversation going. He’d imagined breaking the news of his secret superpower to Rodney in glowing technicolor – Rodney would be amazed, intrigued and unable to resist the chance to play around with something new. Instead, his boyfriend thought he was a liar and, failing that, terminally lazy. Right. Damage control time.

“Rodney, I am not using my secret superpower to clean your quarters or be your battery in the lab!”

Unsurprisingly, Rodney wasn’t listening. “Just think of the practical applications this could have. We’d have an extra hand in emergencies. Not to mention another pilot!” Rodeny’s eyes shone briefly before he frowned. “And it certainly would have been useful when the Genii invaded. Two Colonels could have handled the Genii a lot better, I’m sure, although-“

John’s jaw clenched tight at that and he stared ahead blindly as his hands fisted in the bedsheets. He was about three seconds from leaving when he noticed that despite mouth going mile a minute, Rodney’s hand had drifted to his scarred arm and was rubbing slightly.

Not censure then. Just dwelling on the possibilities, what might have been. As if that wasn’t something John did every day. He took a deep breath, forcing his fingers to open and release the bedsheets.

“-although I can see drawbacks to the whole ‘in two places at once thing.’ How do you explain that to people? I mean, honestly?”

“It’s not that simple, Rodney,” he cut across the diatribe once he was in control again.

The scientist stopped mid-babble. He frowned again. “What do you mean?”

“It…” Now John looked uncomfortable. “It…takes some preparation, alright?”

“Wow,” Rodney blinked. “Not only do you have a completely unbelievable superpower, it’s also completely useless, too.”

“It’s not useless!” John flared, switching from embarrassed to annoyed in less than a second.

“I mean, how do you even control yourself when you are in two bodies, with, I presume, two brains. Or do you just split the one you have.” Rodney’s eyes widened. “Oh, my god, you do, don’t you! That’s why you’re so vapid sometimes, because you’re sharing your brain between two bodies!”

“Hey!”

“Suddenly, so much makes sense,” muttered Rodney to himself. John ignored him.

A long, thoughtful look drifted over John’s face. “Rodney,” he said, standing and shucking his boxers, smirking a little when Rodney’s gaze automatically drifted down. “I think you are absolutely right. More investigation is needed. And we’ll do it.” He held up a hand as Rodney’s face lit up and he began to babble excitedly. “Tomorrow.”

He was treated to a dirty look for all of three seconds while he pulled back the covers and hopped into the bed. Then all resistance caved as Rodney began pulling of his clothes as well. Working his shirt off over the top of his head, Rodney’s voice was muffled.

“So, are we…” He pulled his head free of the shirt and gave John a hopefully lascivious look.

John wasn’t willing to forgive him just yet. Lazy, he mouthed. Vapid. Rodney grumbled, but climbed into the bed with no more complaint.

As his lover’s warm body settled in beside him, John mentally flicked off the lights. He closed his eyes, letting the soft mumbles and snuffles of Rodney sliding into sleep soothe him into a trance like state. Then he began to concentrate.

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He woke up, enfolded in warmth. He burrowed closer, pleased that for once John was there when he woke up. With the soldier getting up early most days, and Rodney coming to bed late, there was never really any chance for ‘snuggle time.’ Well, he was snuggling now, dammit, and Rodney was going to take full advantage.

He was in the process of doing so when he felt someone shift behind him and throw an arm around his waist.

“Where’re ya going, Rodney?” mumbled his lover sleepily.

Rodney froze. If John was behind him, as the voice would suggest, then who was in front of him? He then became aware of the arm he was lying on, matching the arm wrapped around him and the body that he was wrapped around, with its own two arms clasping Rodney’s hands to its chest.

It took a moment for his mind to process it.

Four arms?

He refused to open his eyes, determined to sort out this puzzle first.

Cautiously, he lifted one hand, running it over the arm (John’s) around his waist, trailing up to brush the back of the head of the person he was snuggled up against. Hmm…semi spiky hair…the only other person who had demented hair was…Carson…

OH NO!

His eyes flew open and he stared wildly at the body he was snuggling with. What had he done, what had he done? Had he slept with Carson? Had John slept with Carson? Had he and John slept with Carson?

He forced himself to calm down, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before opening them once more. When he did, he realised the body before him was tanned, not pasty white like Carson was. Tanned skin, not white. He breathed out a thankful prayer to himself.

Okay, so he wasn’t snuggling Carson. That just left the problem of the four arms.

Slowly, he sat up. He heard twin grumbles on either side of him as his motion pushed the blankets down, exposing all three bodies to cooler air. Unwilling to meet the eyes of the third member of his not-remembered ménage-a-trois, he stared down at the exposed legs instead. Hairy legs. Hairy…

With an undignified squeal, Rodney lunged from the bed. Blankets and bedding scattered in his wake as he ploughed his way over the side and down onto the floor. He didn’t stop there, staggering to his feet and stumbling up against the wall. It was cold against his naked backside and sweaty palms. He stared at the bed aghast.

The bed creaked (and since when was his bed big enough to hold three people, anyway?) as its remaining occupants sat up, blearily rubbing eyes and stretching. In a sort of fascinated awe, Rodney watched as their outstretched hands touched and both froze. Two pairs of eyes fixed on him, still gibbering by the wall, before turning to see just who it was they were in bed with.

Rodney shrieked, just, well, because.

Twin hazel eyes looked to him again and twin faces crinkled into grins.

“It worked!” said the one on the left.

“Oh, yeah,” said the one on the right. By some silent, apparently prearranged signal, both flung back the covers and slid out of the bed.

Rodney tried to merge with the wall, whimpering. Two tall, lean bodies faced him, dark with hair. Unwillingly, his eyes traced over the firm flesh, looking for differences, automatically cataloguing everything. Four arms. Four legs. Two torsos. Two heads. Two…two very interested…

Following his gaze, the two John’s smirked in unison.

“Oh, god,” said Rodney faintly.

“C’mon, Rodney, what’s the big deal?” John – one of the Johns – Two Johns! Oh, god! – gestured expansively. “I told you I could do it.”

“Yes, but when you said there would be two of you, I didn’t expect…you know,” Rodney let go of the wall long enough to wave one hand at the two men before him, “I don’t know - two of you!”

“That’s what duplicating means, Rodney,” said one patiently. The other just kept smirking.

Rodney gaped at one and then the other. Nope. He couldn’t see a single difference. His lover had been duplicated. He felt like a bobble head as he helplessly glanced from side to side.

Oh god. Two Johns.

Rodney wobbled over to the bed and sat down. This was WAY beyond crazy, even for him. He closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead. He could feel a blinding headache coming on.

Two soft touches made him look up. There was one John at each knee, kneeling before him and looking at him worriedly. “Are you okay?’ they chorused.

The chief scientist could only stare at his…lovers. He kept feeling that if he rubbed his eyes really well, then suddenly the two Johns would become one again, this whole problem would go away and he could go back to bed.

“I don’t feel too good,” he said weakly, and probably for the first time in his life, completely honestly.

“Lie down,” Twin voices urged, and four hands pushed him gently back towards the bed.

He didn’t bother to resist, hoping this was just one fucked up dream. Two Johns! Why the hell would he dream that?

The silence caught his attention. He opened one eye to see them smirking at each other over his body.

Uh-oh.

John’s eyes were darkening, blazing with the green edge that they gained when he was randy. “I think we’ve been neglecting you too long.”

A touch on his face and he turned with a start to the other John, who had an identical expression of lust on his face. “Yes. And I think we should fix that right now.”

“To show you how much I need you.”

“How much we love you.”

“To show you everything.”

The bed dipped as two bodies climbed on and Rodney scooted back up the bed somewhat apprehensively. His flailing hands grabbed the sheet and pulled it up in a vague nod towards modesty.

“Uh…” his words were choked off by the two Johns closing, expressions predatory. “Um…” a hand on his knee, tracing along up over the cap and towards the thigh. “You…you know…” another hand curving up over his side, catching the side of the sheet and teasing it away. “When you said you could duplicate I didn’t expect a threesome,” he finished in a rush.

The John holding his leg tipped his head to one side, smiling. “Just think of it as me using my powers for good,” he leaned in, his breath soft against Rodney’s lips. “Rather than evil.”

And then they were kissing. John caught up the hair at the nape of his neck in a fierce grip, pulling Rodney’s head forward. He quickly became more gentle, slipping his tongue between Rodney’s lips. He groaned as Rodney’s tongue met his halfway, and he pushed his body closer.

Lost in the much loved sensation of John’s tongue and skin, Rodney let out a startled squeak when another pair of hands swept across his back, gently trailing over his broad shoulders. A second erection nudged his ass as the second John settled on the bed behind him.

“You look so goddamn hot, kissing me,” whispered a voice in his ear.

The words went straight to his cock. It leapt up, going hard so quickly it hurt. John was watching him kissing John…

He moaned as the John behind him ran his hands over his counterpart’s thigh before pulling Rodney back against his hard chest, the hair there tickling Rodney’s back. His fingers danced along the flesh, caressing here, lightly pinching there. The John at his front brushed calloused hands across Rodney’s chest, gently tugging on his nipples and swallowing his gasps with his mouth.

The warmth left his back a moment later and Rodney groaned as the second John moved away, but before he could voice a complaint, fingers returned oiled and shiny. Tracing a brief pattern on his spine, the slick hand then slid around his side and forward. The John he was kissing broke off with a gasp, his head tilting back with pleasure.

Rodney took the opportunity to suck on the exposed throat, eliciting more moans. John grabbed his shoulder, urging him closer. When he tried to comply, he felt the other John’s hand brush his thigh again and he looked down. The sight of John’s hands, slicking up the cock of his counterpart made his dick surge again and he hurriedly clamped his fingers around it.

“Whoa, there!” said the slick-fingered John, reaching out with a glistening hand. He squeezed Rodney’s cock firmly and some of the urgency receded. At Rodney’s relieved breath, John chuckled in his ear. “Can’t have you jumping the gun, now,” he said.

“Trust you to talk about firearms in bed,” Rodney returned smartly.

In response, hands pushed him forward, trusting the other John sitting on the side of the bed to catch him. Fingers brushed at his entrance and he gulped as they circled briefly before diving in.

Rodney let out a muffled yell as he automatically pushed back, eager for more pressure. The John before him chuckled, steadying him before framing his face with one hand and leaning back in. The other hand slid down, one fingertip flicking across the tip of his cock playfully. Behind him, he could feel a stubble-roughened chin brushing his shoulders as his back was peppered with kisses while fingers worked in and out.

Unable to grab the John behind him, the one doing such wonderful things with his fingers and Rodney’s ass, he instead grabbed the hand of the John steadying him, grinding it into his erection and fumbling for John’s wet cock in turn. Rodney received a moan of approval as they fell into a sort of jerky rhythm. He rocked back and forth – pushed back from in front, pushed forward from behind. He rested his head on the John in front’s shoulder, breath coming in gasps that he could hear echoed around him. It built up until it was almost too much and he lifted his head only to have his mouth captured in a kiss once more.

“John,” he panted into someone’s mouth. “ I…I need…”

“Are you sure?” His lover’s voice was rough with desire, but also concern.

“Hell, yeah,’ he breathed. “Take me.”

A growl was his answer as strong hands lifted him up and shifted him forward, onto hands and knees, facing towards the head of the bed. Front-John moved off the side of the bed and moved around behind him. The bed bounced with the motion, and he felt John’s slicked shaft brushing his entrance. He paused, shifting slightly, and then drove straight in.

“God!”

It was unbelievable, it was incredible, it was…bliss. He hadn’t felt his lover’s touch like this is so long.

Long, smooth strokes and he was gasping, arching his back towards his partner. He could feel John’s arms folding around him, cradling him, as drops of sweat dripped down on his back like rain. They moved as one, slick flesh gliding and rubbing together, breath coming in harsh pants.

It was so good, he didn’t think it could get any better and then…

John reared back further, taking Rodney with him. He pulled out of his body, but before Rodney could complain at the loss, John was shifting, moving. He lifted his head to see the second John was resting his upper back against the wall at the head of the bed with his ass planted on the pillow. His hips thrust forward wantonly, cock rising up from a sparse thatch of curls. His mouth watered at the sight and John smirked.

He felt himself being turned as the John who had taken him now passed him to another set of arms. Rodney moaned as the second John sucked on his neck once more.

“Spread for me, Rodney.”

It was so strange to hear his lover’s voice when his mouth was also fastened on his neck and sucking hard that Rodney obeyed without thinking. He lifted his legs, feeling four hands helping him, settling him onto someone else’s lap. Hands gently caught his balls, drawing them out of the way.

He felt John arranging himself so that his legs were stretched out in front of him, and then felt himself being lifted…lowered…and speared…

Rodney gasped as John slid into him once more, the angle immediately striking his sweet spot. He moved his knees so that they rested on either side of John’s, throwing his hands out for balance and leaning forward while pushing back, urging his lover to drive deeper into him, as deep as he could. The first time he pushed back, John almost bucked behind him as Rodney’s body swallowed his length.

He moaned again. Though no less in size or heat, this cock was not slick with the fluid of previous thrusts and was rougher. It jarred through his body, sending thrills along his spine. The angle wasn’t the best for hard thrusting, and the rough motions stirred the dark heat within him. John being tender was all well and good, but the hidden side of Rodney’s personality demanded that he be dominated and damn if John wasn’t doing it well.

“Oh, oh, god, John, oh, god…”

John kept up his assault on his body, muttering endearments from behind as he thrust awkwardly. Through slitted eyes, Rodney could see the other John, the one who had entered him first. He was watching them with burning eyes, sitting just out of reach on the bed. That John’s cock as glistening with pre-ejaculate and was still slick with oil, but he seemed content to watch his other self take his lover.

Rodney balanced on one hand and moved the other towards his neglected cock, moaning sharply at a particularly deep thrust. The John behind him growled and dug his hands deeper into Rodney’s hips, leaning more heavily back against the wall to give himself more leverage.

At that, the John who was watching moved forward, desire blazing across his face. He pushed aside Rodney’s hand as he went for his own length again. Rodney whimpered in deprivation for a moment before the second John’s mouth slid under him, resting his head on his counterpart’s legs as his mouth closed over Rodney’s cock.

It was surreal, feeling his lover so deep inside him and yet having his mouth enclosing him at the same time. It was too intense a feeling to last for long and he shuddered, gasping sharply again as John sucked his cock, swallowing his fluids, orgasming as he did so. A moment later, the John behind him shuddered as well and was still.

They stayed like that for a long moment, just revelling in the feeling of being joined. Rodney had never felt so completely surrounded by his lover before. For the first time, he fancied he could actually feel the love emanating from his lover’s dual forms. It had always irked him slightly in the past. John could easily read Rodney and see the love there. Rodney, although he never doubted his lover’s feelings, couldn’t read John’s love for him in the same way.

But with his lover surrounding him so completely, he could. And he liked it.

He couldn’t say how long they stayed like that, simply enfolded. Eventually, one of the Johns, he didn’t know which, was cradling him, easing him down onto the bed. He went willingly, laying down.

A few soft murmurings and rustling of bedclothes and he was lying between the two, each other them holding him tenderly, their hands clasped over his chest. The pose was sweet and undeniably possessive.

“I love you, Rodney.” The two voices whispered softly.

“You, too, John,’ he yawned. “Both of you.”

That earned him a snort and tightening of both pairs of arms. “Oh, that’s nice,” he said drowsily. “Although I still have number of questions about how you do that. I mean, the mechanics alone - does it hurt?”

“No. Go to sleep.”

“But wait,” he struggled up blearily, fighting both restraining hands and sleep. “When will you…ah…”

“Relax, Rodney. It doesn’t last long. When you wake up, there’ll just be me again.”

“Oh,” blinked Rodney sleepily. “I was right. Totally useless superpower.”

John’s laughter echoed from both sides as he drifted off to sleep.

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End