Humping by Amarra (supernatural challenge)

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Title: Humping
Author: Amarra
Rating: R (but a really soft-pr0ny R with a werewolf extra)
Warnings: Werewolves, biting, humping, 30% crackfic.
Pairings: McShep
Spoilers: None.
Characters; Team!Sheppard and the crew.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, expect for the stupid idea.
Summary: Marines made awfully bulky werewolves, surprisingly hairy ones too.
Notes: Betaed by keefaq, for which I am very grateful!!





Marines made awfully bulky werewolves, surprisingly hairy ones too. Not that the average werewolf wasn’t hairy, he was certain they were - well as far as there were actual werewolves somewhere to compare his to – hell, he was in Pegasus and there were definitely wolves to compare his to…not that they were actually his, well, technically they were under his command, his men, wolves… whatever.

This started to give him a hell of a headache.

Not as big as the one Srg. Martins would have once he woke up from the stunner blast he’d just gotten for pouncing on John, but certainly big enough to count for something.

“You alright?” Dr. Kusanagi asked him over the radio.

He had been in the middle of getting directions to the generator room when the wolf had pounced on him.

“Yes, Yes,” He sighed and tentatively nudged the giant wolf-man hybrid thing at his feet with his right boot.

The creature just moaned and hissed slightly. He certainly wouldn’t stay down for much longer than perhaps a couple more minutes - time for a hasty retreat.

Something moved at the end of the long and dark corridor, something big – make that time for a very hasty retreat.

“Doc, where do I need to go?” He raised his stunner and shrank back into the alcove behind him, hoping the creatures wouldn’t see him yet, which was pointless because they would probably smell him anyway.

“Corridor opposite to you, down six doors,” The Japanese Doctor hastily explained and John run.

The creatures had seen him, and scrambled to get to him. Dark bluish fur all over an unbeatable set of muscles, wild eyes staring and gigantic snout vibrating in search of a tasty prey – damn, damn fast retreat.

He moved down the hall as quickly as he could, shooting several times, but the creatures just hissed and shook off the stun blasts like water - he had needed four on full power and directly to the skull for Martins. Crap.

But for a change, he got lucky. The three creatures, two big ones and a smaller one - clearly female – started to hiss at each other at the far end of the hall and begun to fight for either territory, the female wolf, or worse, him.

He palmed open the door and rushed in, falling against the inside of the door with an exhausted breath as soon as it had closed and triple locked. His shoulder hurt where Elizabeth had bitten him through the cloth of his t-shirt. There were a few scrapes and cuts from Teyla who had tried to hunt him down too and he was just glad Ronon had been busy with proving his position as pack leader of these creatures when John had sneaked past the mess hall.

He pushed himself off the wall as the Transport reached its destination . “I’m there,”

The Japanese woman on the other side sighed in relief. “Good, good, Colonel Sheppard… now you must search for panel in the wall. I will lead you through procedure,”

He nodded and moved, searching in the half dark for the wall panel. They had to manually shut off several of the lock down mechanisms in the ventilation to spread the cure for this and reach every last member of the expedition.

“Okay, I found it,” He finally found the spot in the wall and pried the cover open.

Then he was pulled back by the neck of his shirt and thrown across the room, landing hard against the wall and falling to the dirty ground. He wasn’t sure what was going on for a long dizzy moment, just that someone tearing further at the shreds of his shirt while something cold and wet was moving around on his stomach, tickling and nudging into the rips curiously. Then his mind caught up to the fact that there was not only a cold nose on his body but two big heavy paws curled around his biceps, and something really heavy sitting on his legs.

“Ow,” He raised his head as much as he could and found one of the creatures – or rather one of those who were just half there - nuzzling away on his bare chest, licking now and then.

“Uh,” He added as the rough, warm tongue went over one nipple.

He didn’t even want to know which of his former friends was sitting on him, not needing to know who would try to kill him any moment, but their eyes met for a long painful moment and he groaned as he recognized that set of blue eyes – of course it had to be Rodney.

“Hey Rodney,” Sheppard drawled.

He had sharp claws and fangs like the big ones, but was less bulky and only had a soft cover of fur where the others had a full pelt. He was on of those who weren’t fully wolf due to them having the artificial gene - just the human eyes had remained, blue as the sky and bright with bloodlust.

The wolf grumbled in greeting and John could only guess if there still was anything of his best buddy left as the creature moved over him and stopped face to face with him, pausing for a moment, a long moment.

Then Rodney snarled softly – almost purred – and started licking down John’s neck to his chest again, but with a different intention than before, that much was sure. The rough doggish tongue found the path along the trail of dark hair that vanished somewhere in Sheppard’s waistband before John even knew where this would be leading. Up and down again, stopping at the belt and going all the way up to John’s chest before repeating all over.

“Okay Rodney, this is really, really…” He trailed off.

It felt good and really disgusting at the same time, warm and sort of calming, well, the long and intense sniffing at his crotch made it uncomfortable with the cold nose and all… the licking a moment later however… was a lot better than John would have liked to admit to himself.

“Uhm,” John swallowed. “Stop that,”

Okay, he didn’t really want him to stop it; it felt damn good even with his pants on or especially with his pants on. “Get off me!”

John whimpered as Rodney stopped, purring soothingly and moving his nose back up to John’s face, leaving a cold wet trail on his heated skin before changing his position. Sheppard needed a couple of seconds before he could register the lack of contact fully, then he remembered that he should really work on that panel now. Rodney was smart, perhaps Rodney would listen…

“Good Rodney, now I have to,” Then Rodney was there again and started humping him, okay, John grimaced, not exactly blood lust then.

+

“You humped my leg,” Sheppard smirked, arms crossed and leaning in the doorway of Rodney’s infirmary room.

“I did not,” Rodney protested with wide eyes.

“You did.”

“I did not, that’s just idiotic,” Rodney grumbled.

“You did.”

Rodney snarled – still a bit of the wolf disease left. “I. Did. Not.”

“You did,” Sheppard said titling his head in amusement. “I have the evidence,”

“Oh please,” Rodney grumbled. “What kind of evidence might that be, huh? You have nothing. Nothing to prove your stupid jokes…the security cameras were offline. And I can’t remember a single thing,”

“Carson said that’s part of the disease, nobody can remember what he did as long as he was mutated,” John explained and shrugged. “And I am not talking about video feed, but if you are so sure that you did nothing,”

John smirked. The whole ordeal had been more than just embarrassing in the end – especially as Lorne had come rushing in with Ronon’s stun gun and shot Rodney just the moment the half wolf had collapsed fully sated and happy on Sheppard’s abused form – okay, let’s correct that, Sheppard was sated and perhaps a bit happy, too.

“You have nothing,” Rodney firmly stated.

Sheppard grinned. “If you think so,”

Rodney gave him a final glare that John was sure to feel all the way to the Transport unit and down to his quarters where he couldn’t stop grinning for the rest of the evening while happily scrubbing away on the crusted semen trails on his BDUs.