Atlantis Kink

FIC: Leave Me Here On Shaky Ground (SGA, John/Rodney/Ronon, nc-17)

2008-07-18T01:21:56Z

Leave Me Here On Shaky Ground
Author: telesilla
Pairing: John/Rodney/Ronon
Rating: NC-17
Kink: dub-con, double penetration, dirty talk
Disclaimer: The SGA characters do not belong to me. Duh.
Summary: John's totally fed up with Rodney topping from below and Ronon's very willing to help him teach Rodney a lesson.
Warning: Contains consent issues. Oh, and swearing.
Notes: So I asked a small group of friends to give me prompts to fit my kink bingo card. almostnever asked for double penetration (both holes) with Rodney on the bottom. And honestly, when I wrote the first sentence, it was all about Rodney topping from below. And then John took over and Ronon got into it and...well yeah. Read the fic.

Thanks to darkrosetiger for going over this and thanks to almostnever for the prompt. The title is from the Aimee Mann Song "I Could've Hurt You Now."

Sometimes, however, John really wished Rodney would just shut up and take it.

fic: Rapture in Pink by ultimatemarysue (nc-17)

2008-07-16T16:20:36Z

Title: Rapture in Pink
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John, after being with Rodney for a few months, let's him in on a secret.
Disclaimer: Ninja, please.
A/N: Ok, this story...I don't know where the last half of this story came from. I NEVER intended for John to do what he did. But there you go. MUCH thanks to the_cephalopod for the beta and helping me fix things. All awesomeness belongs to her. :)

Written for kink_bingo (which has taken over my life), the Crossdressing tile. So, for a warning there's, y'know, crossdressing involved.

Rodney was pretty happy with how things were going with Sheppard. They'd been doing this for three months and had gotten past the awkward mornings after and the strained silences that had plagued them in the beginning. They knew one another, were easy with one another. However, they were still learning what the other liked.

Rodney wasn't sure why he always ended up on the bottom; he liked it, but he actually preferred to top. John seemed to enjoy topping well enough, but there was something about the way he acted that made Rodney think he might really prefer a role-reversal. But when Rodney had suggested it, John had demurred, so Rodney hadn't pushed.

Then one night, when Rodney was on his hands and knees with John's cock heavy and hard between his thighs, John hesitated.

"Come on, already," Rodney said, but John was strangely silent. Rodney sighed and rocked his hips, squeezing his thighs around John's erection, satisfied by John's breathless gasp.

"Can I...try," John said haltingly and Rodney got suspicious. John was generally pretty forthright in bed. This tentativeness was something new.

But Rodney was ready now. He didn't want to mince words.

"What, Sheppard?" he snapped.

"There's something I want to... I don't know if you..." John stumbled again.

"Does it involve pain in any way, exhibitionism, or coprophagia?"

"Uh, no," John said. "And, ew."

"My sentiments exactly," Rodney said, getting more impatient. "So, what?"

"Oh." John sounded all tentative again and Rodney was about to give up on patience and tell John to just fuck him already when John pressed his lips against Rodney's shoulder. "I just... I want to touch you... with... through something..."

"Like fabric?" Rodney guessed, incredulous. "You're so freaked out about some, what? Silk? Satin?"

"Satin," John said, sounding a little choked. "So, it's okay?"

"Jesus, yes, Sheppard. Just get it, already."

When John got back onto the bed, Rodney sucked in a breath at the first cool touch of satin on his chest. He shuddered when John pushed into him with one hand tight on Rodney's hip and the other splayed against his chest, rubbing his nipples through the slick fabric.

"Fuck," Rodney said as John thrust into him repeatedly. It felt good, like it always did, but the heat of John's hand under the soft slide of satin was more exciting than he ever would have thought. So, Rodney pressed his face into the pillow and let John's hand wander wherever it wanted, without issuing his usual bossy directions.

"God, Rodney. God, yes," John groaned when he finally came.

~~~~~~~~

The next time they were in bed, already naked, hard and ready, John pulled back.

"What is it now?" Rodney snapped. "You want the fabric again? Fine. I just hope you don't have to go back to your quarters for it." Rodney wasn't about to admit that he hadn't been able to get the memory of the way the fabric had felt moving over his skin out of his mind.

"It's... it's more than just fabric, Rodney," John managed to finally get out.

Rodney's brain heard and understood, but his mind refused to process. "What do you mean it's more than just fabric?"

John looked at him for a moment before slinking off the bed to the bag he'd brought.

"Sheppard, I would really like to have sex here sometime tonight," Rodney said, but he was afraid of what John was digging in his bag for, afraid that he might want it no matter what it was. Even if it was what his brain had already told him it was.

"It's just about the feel," John said, sounding slightly defensive. "Not about, y'know, anything, whatever."

"What?" Rodney said.

John turned around, something dark pink and black crushed between his hands. He looked down at it and then at Rodney. "It's just about the feel," he said again, his voice holding a vaguely pleading quality now, alongside the defensiveness.

Rodney took a deep breath which he exhaled slowly as he looked at the fabric bunched between Sheppard's hands. There was no denying what it was; it was pink for Christ's sake. Part of Rodney wanted to tell John to put it away and say that they'd just forget this whole little interlude, but he found that he couldn't. He wanted Sheppard to drape it over his hand and run it up Rodney's thigh. What killed him was that had anyone in his past even suggested he'd crave this, he would have laughed himself to tears. But Sheppard had tricked him into wanting it, had made him want it before he even knew exactly what it was that he was wanting. That couldn't be fair.

But John was looking so anxious, standing there with his little unmanly pink bundle, and Rodney could still feel the slick caress of it over his skin, so he nodded and said, "Yeah."

John exhaled roughly and came back to the bed, kneeling between Rodney's spread thighs.

"Lift your arms," he said, voice pitched low and gravelly, and Rodney obeyed before he'd even thought about it. All he heard as John slowly slid the chemise down his arms and over his shoulders was the sound of John's ragged breathing. "See?" John ventured, as Rodney lowered his arms and John's hands ran over his chest. "All about the feel."

Rodney looked away from John's face; away from the rapture and lust he saw as John took in the way the silky fabric settled over his body.

"It's nice," Rodney allowed, "the way it feels," and John pushed him back onto the bed with a kiss.

"Fuck," John murmured as his hand moved down Rodney's body, over the cool satin, watching its progress the whole way. "Jesus, Rodney. I gotta..."

He rolled Rodney onto his stomach and Rodney pushed himself up on to all fours. He was already slick and ready and John drove into him with one long, hard shove. Rodney collapsed forward with a groan, all the strength gone from his arms.

"Oh, my fuck, John," Rodney gasped, and John wrapped an arm around him, his hand pressing against Rodney's belly.

"So fucking good," John agreed, pulling almost all the way out before sinking in again.

Rodney made little choked off noises as John's hand wandered over his body. John's fingers slid leisurely over the smooth fabric, running down Rodney's back, over the curve of his hip and up his belly, making him shiver.

"Holy fuck, John. God. Just like that, please," Rodney groaned. John tightened his arm around him in response, pulling Rodney back into his lap.

Rodney sucked in a breath as he sank further down onto John's cock and then reached back to wrap his hand around John's neck.

"Okay. Okay, fuck. This is good. What do you want?"

John wrapped his fingers around Rodney's cock through the fabric and Rodney shuddered, grinding his hips down against John.

"Does that feel good, Rodney," John asked and in response Rodney lifted his hips, pulling himself off John's cock and up into John's hand before pushing back down with a deep, satisfied groan.

John's eyes fluttered shut. "Tell me, Rodney. I want to hear it."

"It feels," he said as he kept moving. "It feels fucking amazing. You're so hard and..." Rodney rested his hand on John's wrist, right above where John's hand was jerking him off through the lingerie. "I like how that feels. I like how your hand feels on me through the fabric."

"Yes, Rodney," John said as he bit and tongued the skin of Rodney's shoulder. Rodney's breath hitched as he kept riding John. It felt fantastic, all of it. John's cock deep inside him, the smooth glide of soft fabric over his skin, the way it felt, heated by John's skin and his own, wrapped around his cock. And then John's hand dipped lower to cup Rodney's balls.

"God!" Rodney cried and threw his head back against John's shoulder as John rubbed his sac through the lace trim of the negligee.

"Jerk yourself off, Rodney," John said, his voice still low and rough, and Rodney was helpless to resist. He left his hand resting on John's wrist, feeling the play of John's muscles under his skin, and wrapped his free hand around his satin covered erection.

"John," he said, voice strangled.

"Yeah, Rodney, that's it."

Rodney sped up, driving down onto John harder. John's fingers kept working the scratchy material of the lace trim over Rodney's balls while Rodney jerked himself hard and fast. He could hear John breathing hard, feel the hot gusts against his back, and then John said three little words that sent Rodney spinning out over the edge.

"So fucking pretty."

Rodney whimpered and came hard, his hips stuttering up into his hand, John's cock still hard and demanding inside him.

John squeezed Rodney's balls more tightly as he whispered, "Yes, Rodney, come for me. You feel so fucking..."

And then John stopped talking, bent Rodney back over onto all fours and drove into him, impaling him so hard that Rodney's knees slid forward on the sheets.

After John came, he collapsed onto Rodney and lay there for a long time, his fingers stroking the slick fabric against Rodney's side.

"Holy shit," Rodney said finally, his face mashed against the pillow.

"Oh," John said and pulled out of Rodney too fast, making them both hiss. "Here," he said after he'd recovered, sliding his fingers under the hem of the chemise but Rodney stayed stubbornly still, the lingerie pinned firmly between him and the bed.

"Maybe," Rodney said when John's movements staggered to a halt. "Maybe you don't have to, yet. Maybe I don't want you to."

John's fingers came out from under the hem of the chemise and ran back up Rodney's back. His only other response was a ragged exhalation.

"I've never," Rodney started, needing to talk about the fact that he'd just lost precious IQ points because of a mind blowing orgasm brought on by wearing women's underwear.

"It's not... I'm not..." John stuttered.

"It's a... what's this thing called?"

"I don't know." John stood abruptly. "You, uh... I... I've gotta go."

"Go?" Rodney said and turned his head to watch John hastily pull on his clothes.

"Yeah. There are... things."

"Things," Rodney repeated.

John looked up, his gaze traveling up Rodney's body before blinking rapidly several times and looking away.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Rodney," he said as he headed for the door.

Rodney stared at the door for a long time after it closed. "Bye, Sheppard."

~~~~~~~~~

It was a very long week. At first, Rodney had been pissed that John had taken off like he had, but, as the week wore on, Rodney realized that Sheppard was in the process of a mini-meltdown.

John wasn't exactly avoiding Rodney, but Rodney was pretty sure John was scrupulously avoiding being alone with him. The couple of times Rodney had almost caught him out, a slightly wild, deer-in-the-headlights look had lit Sheppard's eyes, so Rodney had backed off. He figured he'd let John get over whatever freakout was happening on his own. Rodney had already worked his way through his own freakout with his usual brutal efficiency and had mostly wrapped his head around the fact that he apparently enjoyed wearing women's lingere during sex.

But after another week dragged by without any kind of interaction with John, Rodney realized that Sheppard was clearly not able to approach the situation with a scientist's detached interest. Rodney decided he needed to let Sheppard know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that things were alright.

So that's why, when he summoned Sheppard to his quarters later that night under the admittedly lame pretense of some Ancient artifact, he was already dressed in the the dark pink chemise and nothing else, kneeling on his bed.

Sheppard came to an abrupt halt just inside the door and then stumbled a few more steps forward, looking over his shoulder as the door closed to make sure no one had seen.

"Jesus, McKay," he started, but Rodney ignored him and reached down to thumb the head of his erection, which was tenting the lingerie obscenely, darkening the fabric with precome.

John's gaze dropped immediately to where Rodney intended it to go and he wrapped his fingers around his cock, keeping his eyes on Sheppard.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" he asked.

John's gaze jerked up to Rodney's face and then around the quarters, as if he was expecting a sneak attack.

"It's just us, Sheppard," Rodney said and then let his eyes close to half mast as his hand moved leisurely over his cock. "John."

Rodney kept fisting himself while John just stood there and stared. Rodney opened his eyes fully again to watch John. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, lips moist and parted slightly, but his shoulders were tight and there were lines of tension etched around his eyes.

"John," Rodney said again. "It's alright. I never knew I liked this, but... I do. I just wish it was your hand on me through the fabric. I like wearing this for you. I want," Rodney tripped slightly over the words. This was the hardest part for him to wrap his head around. "I want to hear you to tell me I'm... that I'm pretty," he finally managed, feeling himself blush at the words.

"Fuck, Rodney," John said softly and took a few steps closer.

"It's okay, John. I want this. I want you. Both. I want..." Both, was what he was going to say, but John cut him off with a kiss.

"Oh my god," John said as he pushed Rodney back onto the bed. Rodney pressed the lube into John's hand so he wouldn't have to fumble for it later. "Jesus, Rodney. You're perfect."

"Well, you know, I am a genius," Rodney said, helping John out of his clothes, and then gasping as John's mouth closed over a nipple through the soft fabric.

John took his time, mouthing Rodney's nipples to hardness, kissing and licking the skin under the straps of the chemise, fingers tracing patterns on Rodney's belly through the satin. By the time he started to move downward Rodney was quivering.

John's closed his mouth over the head of Rodney's cock through the chemise, and Rodney made a soft sound of pleasure before he settled his hands on the back of John's head. He felt John shift and when he looked down he saw John reaching between his legs. He started to tell John to wait, that he wanted to suck him, but then John dragged his teeth lightly down Rodney's shaft and Rodney forgot how to think.

"Rodney," John said when Rodney was right on the brink of coming. "I want... please."

John put his hand on Rodney's belly and Rodney saw that it was shiny and wet, and then John swung his leg over so he was straddling Rodney.

"What are you," Rodney started, but then his cock, still surrounded by the satin of the chemise, started to slide into Sheppard. He looked up at John with wide eyes, but John's eyes were closed, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"Oh, fuck," John breathed as his ass finally snugged down against Rodney's hips.

"Ow, Rodney said as some of the lace scratched against his cock and John grabbed the top of the chemise and jerked hard, breaking the delicate shoulder straps. He lifted himself then, eyes rolling back into his head as he pulled completely off Rodney's cock.

Rodney reached down and adjusted the lingerie so it would only be satin between him and John. John filled his hand with more lube and smeared it over Rodney's cloth covered erection before settling back down with a groan.

"Spread your legs more," Rodney demanded as John rode him and John complied. Rodney gathered up the material of the ruined lingerie and wrapped it around John's cock, jerking him off with long, slow strokes.

"Jesus, Sheppard, if I'd have known, I would have made you take it a long time ago," he gasped and John whimpered, his hands against Rodney's chest, levering himself up and down.

"I'll have to buy stock," Rodney continued, "in Victoria's Secret or Frederick's of Hollywood."

"Rodney," John whined, his voice high and tremulous.

"I'll wear it, Sheppard," Rodney said, twisting his hand and squeezing the head of John's cock. "I'll wear it under my BDUs off-world and you'll be the only one who knows. When we get back here, you can undress me and uncover it."

John moaned and ground down onto Rodney's cock. Rodney's fingers curled more tightly into John's hips.

"Fuck. Whatever you want, John. I'll wear whatever you want. And then I'll fuck you."

"Yes," John gasped.

Rodney thrust up into John, his breath catching as the tightness of John's ass combined with the gentle scratch of the satin threatened to overwhelm him.

"You'll be the pretty one then, Sheppard," Rodney said and knew he'd hit a hot spot by the way John's hips jerked and how his fingers tightened their hold on Rodney's chest. Rodney squeezed John's cock harder through the silky satin.

"You like that, don't you. I'll wear the women's underwear, whatever you want," Rodney breathed. "As long as it gets pushed into you on my cock. God, you're a kinky fucker, Sheppard." He drove up harder into John's body and John moaned low and deep.

"What about a bra, John? You can suck my nipples through the lace, get me good and hard, and then I'll put you on your knees and fuck you, the bra wrapped around your throat." Rodney couldn't believe how turned on that idea got him. Apparently it got John off, too, because he choked and then whimpered, "What else?"

"What else?" Rodney repeated. He wasn't going to last much longer, the sight of Sheppard hunched over him, riding him, dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks was too much to resist. "How about a pair of panties to match the bra, John? You can slide them off me and wrap my cock in them before I roll you over and fuck you."

John's rhythm stuttered and Rodney abandoned John's cock to put both hands on John's hips.

"Your turn to jerk yourself off, John. Ride me and jerk yourself off in this pretty lingerie you picked out for me. Come all over it."

John made a keening sound and jerked himself hard as he rode Rodney, whimpering softly as he tried to get the angle just right.

"Next time, Sheppard, you'll be on your knees or your back and you won't have to fight for it. The only thing you'll have to worry about is picking out something that turns me on. Something that will look so pretty inside you or pretty against your neck."

"Yes, Rodney," John groaned. "Almost."

"What about stockings, John? I'll tie you down with them after you take them off me with your teeth. The silk won't loosen when you fight, it'll just tighten until it's biting so hard into your skin. I'll lick along the edges, driving you crazy until you beg me. Beg me to do anything I want."

"Yes!" John cried, his back arching deeply, his hips rocking as he stroked his cock slowly, drawing out every last spasm.

When John collapsed forward onto Rodney, Rodney got his feet under him and steadied John's hips with his hands, driving up into him, chasing his own orgasm. John grunted softly as Rodney ground up into him, coming through the thin fabric.

Rodney wrapped his arms around John and held him for a long time afterwards, his cock softening slowly inside its satin sheath inside Sheppard.

"I should've known you were one of those," Rodney said affectionately after he'd finally pulled out, bringing the spoiled negligee with him.

"Those?" John mumbled sleepily as Rodney tumbled him onto his side.

"Yeah, a control freak during the day who becomes a completely wanton bottom when the lights go out."

John made some kind of sound, like he knew he should object to this observation, but Rodney kissed him and cleaned off the last bit of semen from his belly with the ruined chemise.

"You have to pick out something new for me to wear," Rodney said, propping his head up on his hand so he could look down at John. "You destroyed this one." He dumped the hopelessly crumpled, ripped, and come-stained lingerie over the side of the bed. "Not that I'm complaining about what happened to this piece."

John was silent for a long time and Rodney was afraid that, despite everything that had happened, John was about to have yet another freakout. Instead, John curled an arm around Rodney's chest and snuffled into his neck.

"You really," John started, still sounding a little slow and stupid. He paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "You get it."

"It's all about the feel," Rodney replied.

"All about the feel," John agreed and, for the first time, Rodney heard all the layers of meaning behind the words.

"Yeah," he said, brushing his lips over John's forehead. "I get it."

fic: Intrinsic Parity by ultimatemarsue (NC-17)

2008-07-13T21:17:15Z

Author: ultimatemarysue
Title: Intrinsic Parity
Pairing: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3464
Concrit: always welcome
Disclaimer: You'd know they were mine by the marked lack of clothing.
Warnings: seeming non-con
Summary: John and Rodney play a game.
Notes: Written for kink_bingo. This was written for the "consent play" tile.

Rodney rubbed a hand over his face, pressing his fingertips into his eyes. He'd been in his lab for nineteen hours straight, chasing down glitches in the interface between Atlantis' systems and their own, continuing to work on the hyperdrive for the puddlejumpers, and trying to figure out if recharging a ZPM was even possible. It was this last that had kept him in the lab until 3 am. He'd had an idea, a really good idea, and had gotten absorbed in working out the equations, chasing an answer just beyond his grasp. He'd still be there, power bar gripped, forgotten, between his teeth as he scribbled on the white board but his vision had started to double and he could feel exhaustion dampening his understanding. What he'd started was good, he knew it, and he'd be able to work it through better if he were rested. So he'd saved all his work on his laptop, taped a sign to the white board threatening the life of anyone who so much as breathed on it, and called it a night.

Atlantis was mostly asleep at this time of night. He passed a doctor on her way back from a break in the mess and a pair of marines on patrol but otherwise it was silent, the lights dimmed, the shadows deep, and Rodney's footsteps echoed softly off the walls. He was almost to his quarters, could hear the siren song of a hot shower, of his bed and cool sheets when he was grabbed from behind, turned, and slammed into the wall. It happened so fast that he didn't even have time to cry out and now a hard, tense body was pressed against his, pinning him to the wall, a forearm pressed into the nape of his neck.

"Wh...what," Rodney started to stutter and the arm pressed against his neck pushed up against his head, driving his cheekbone painfully into the wall.

"Shut up," a voice hissed in his ear and Rodney jerked.

"Sheppard?"

"I told you to shut up," Sheppard growled against Rodney's ear. His fingers wound up into Rodney's hair and grabbed tight, jerking Rodney's head back a little. "Has anyone ever told you you're a fucking cocktease, McKay?"

Rodney made a strangled sound in the back of his throat as he shook his head. "No," he gasped. Rodney couldn't catch his breath. Sheppard's voice, low and hard in his ear, the slight pain of being pinned so hard against the wall, was terrifying. "No, I..."

"You what?" Sheppard spat. "You don't spread your legs when you're lying under a console? You don't bend over your bench to grab some piece of tech when I come into your lab? You don't wander around off-world with your lips wrapped around a fucking power bar?"

"I don't... it's not," he started again and then cut off with a small yelp when Sheppard pulled his head back painfully far. "Ow, Sheppard. Wait."

"Wait?" Sheppard repeated leaning in to run his tongue up Rodney's cheek. "I'm tired of waiting Rodney," he said but hesitated nonetheless.

Rodney squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control his breathing. This was John, he reminded himself. They'd set this up. A game, a fantasy. He had the power to stop it if he wanted to, but the point was to fulfill his fantasy, to have control taken from him forcibly. To have no say over what happened to him. And now John was hesitating, waiting to see if Rodney would use the one word that would end the whole thing.

Rodney licked his lips. "Whatever you think I'm doing, I'm not," he said finally and Sheppard leaned back into him

"That's bullshit, McKay. Did you think you could just keep that up? Just tease me like that all the fucking time and not have me take what I want?"

"Sheppard, I swear, I'm not doing anything," he said, his voice breaking. Jesus. He'd completely underestimated how frightening John would be. "Let me go."

Sheppard chuckled, low and rough, against Rodney's ear. "No, Rodney. We're going into your quarters and I'm finally going get everything you've been flaunting."

"Sheppard," Rodney said as John pulled him away from the wall and shoved him towards his quarters. Why was his heart beating so hard? This was only a game. But then the doors swooshed open for them and Sheppard shoved Rodney hard and he stumbled forward, tripping over his feet and landing hard on his knees in front of the bed.

He grunted in pain as he hit the floor. He could hear Sheppard's ragged breathing somewhere behind him and tried to stand, scramble over the bed, anything to put some distance between him Sheppard. Everything was happening so fast. He just needed a second to let his brain catch up.

"Uh uh," Sheppard said, and Rodney felt the sole of Sheppard's boot on his back forcing him back down to his knees, forcing him to bend forward over the mattress. "You're not going anywhere."

"John," Rodney gasped trying to press up, get John off of him, but Sheppard just leaned forward, resting an elbow on his knee.

"Something to say, McKay?"

"Let me up a sec," Rodney said. Being pinned like he was was making him feel claustrophobic. He just needed to catch his breath.

"Let you up a sec?" Sheppard chuckled softly and the sound of it sent a cold shiver down Rodney's spine. "Sure. Why don't I just take you down to Sam's office, too, so you can report me."

"I won't report you, I swear. We can just pretend this..." He cut off with a pained grunt as Sheppard leaned more of his weight into Rodney's back.

"Sure, right. Thanks for the offer, but I think I like where I've got you." Sheppard shifted his weight off Rodney but kept his foot planted on Rodney's back and then Rodney heard the jingle of a belt buckle being undone.

He had no idea what John planned on doing with the belt but suddenly his fear spiked and he lunged forward, trying to get over the bed, whispering "no, no, no" under his breath.

"Fuck," Sheppard muttered and replaced his foot with his knee as he reached down to grab Rodney's arms. Rodney yelped in pain as one of his hands was twisted up behind his back.

"Ow, ow, please, John, stop," he gasped, hearing the panic in his own voice.

"I'm not stopping, McKay," Sheppard purred against his ear. "No matter what you say, I'm not stopping. You don't get to back out of this."

A part of Rodney started to forget they were playing a game and he bucked hard against Sheppard, fighting with everything he had to get free until a white hot knife of pain streaked up his arm.

"Stop, stop! You're hurting me!"

"Then stop fighting, dumbass. I thought you were a genius. You should be able to figure out that the best way for you to get out of this is to stop fighting me and let me do what I want."

"John, please," he said, voice thick.

The pain in his shoulder eased as Sheppard shifted, releasing him from the arm lock.

"You don't get to ask me to not do this, Rodney. You've been begging for it for months." John jerked Rodney's arms back and looped the belt around his biceps, just above his elbows, and tightened it down to it's smallest hole. "I tried, Rodney," he said and Rodney heard the low buzz of a zipper. "I tried to ignore you but you just kept fucking teasing me." He knelt down behind Rodney, kicking Rodney's knees apart to make room for himself, and leaned forward, squeezing Rodney's hands painfully between their bodies. "And now I'm gonna fuck you, Rodney. I'm gonna take that cherry ass you so like putting on display."

Rodney groaned and hunched his shoulders as Sheppard slid his hand around to Rodney's belly, trying to get away from the hard heat of Sheppard's cock pressed against his ass, away from the long fingers undoing the snaps of his BDUs.

"God, please stop," Rodney gasped and Sheppard's hand suddenly stopped. Rodney let out a shuddering breath in relief but then Sheppard's hand moved down slightly.

"Are you hard for me, Rodney? For this?" Rodney could hear the smile in Sheppard's voice.

"No, no I... Just stop, alright? Please... I don't want... I can't..." He suddenly couldn't catch his breath, pinned between Sheppard's hips and the bed, and all he wanted to do was scream and kick and get free, but he couldn't move because his bound arms were held by a strong hand and Sheppard's knees were digging into Rodney's calves. He ground his teeth together and twisted as violently as he could, his scream coming out hoarse and raw. But Sheppard just rode him out and Rodney dropped his head to the bed, tears stinging the backs of his eyes.

"Please, Sheppard. Please..." he begged, and felt the first hot tears leak from his eyes as Sheppard's hand continued its push into Rodney's boxers, running his palm over the head of Rodney's cock. Sheppard grinned at Rodney's sharp intake of breath.

"'Please, Sheppard, please' what, Rodney? Please more of this?" He wrapped his fingers around Rodney's cock and gave a hard, long pull, making Rodney jerk and wail miserably.

"No!" Rodney said and bucked again, nearly succeeding in knocking Sheppard off him. Nearly.

"Nice try, McKay," Sheppard said, abandoning Rodney's cock to finish unfastening Rodney's pants and shove them down his thighs. "But I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to come inside you and I'm going to make you scream." Rodney whimpered, frustration and panic overwhelming him. "Mmm," Sheppard hummed. "I like that sound, but you won't be whimpering when I fuck you, Rodney. You're going to scream and beg. And I don't care if you beg me to stop 'cause I'm gonna take everything I want from you." He pressed two fingers against Rodney's lips, then, and said, "Suck."

Rodney started to turn his face away but John's other hand came down on the side of his head, holding him still.

"You really want to suck on my fingers and get them good and wet because that's all the lube you get. So get them as wet as you can, Rodney, because I bet you're tight as hell."

"I don't want to," Rodney tried, but Sheppard shoved his fingers into Rodney's mouth so far that he gagged. He tried to jerk his head away, but Sheppard's other hand kept him still and so he kept choking, opening his mouth wide, his tongue flattening up against Sheppard's fingers.

"That's good, McKay, that's real good," John said, withdrawing his fingers slightly and Rodney started coughing and making retching noises, gasping for air. "Hmm, your eyelashes look so pretty all clumped together with tears." Sheppard slowly pumped his fingers in and out of Rodney's lax mouth and John used the hand holding Rodney's head down to shake him. "Suck my fingers, Rodney. I want to feel your lips and tongue."

Rodney squeezed his eyes shut and did what Sheppard wanted, closing his lips around Sheppard's long fingers, pressing his tongue up to slide between them. Even though he'd sucked on John's fingers hundreds of times this time it made him want to gag but John hummed happily.

"Your damn eyelashes are just another part of the teasing," Sheppard mused. "You blink so god damn much, batting them like a fucking girl, or when you look up from your computer through them." Sheppard sighed again, almost wistfully, and pulled his fingers out of Rodney's mouth.

"I hope you got them good and wet," he said and then reached between them.

Rodney's whole body tensed as he felt Sheppard's fingers slide between his cheeks. "Please stop, John," he pleaded, his voice tight and high. "I don't want this."

"Not about what you want tonight, McKay. This is all for me," John said and pushed in a finger. Rodney let out a small yelp of pain. Part of his mind was screaming at him to end this now, saying that if it hurt now it was only going to hurt more with John inside him. But another part, the part that had suggested this in the first place, the part that Rodney didn't ever examine too closely, the part that craved the pain and degradation, screamed for more.

Rodney turned his face into the sheets, hiding cheeks which were flushed red with want and shame, and forced himself not to thrust back against Sheppard's finger.

"You already feel so good, McKay," John said in that voice that made Rodney whimper. "How's it feel for you?"

Rodney groaned through clenched teeth as Sheppard forced in a second finger. "Hurts," he finally managed.

"Huh, sorry about that," Sheppard said, not sounding sorry at all and shoving his fingers in hard and deep making Rodney gasp in pain and flex his hands.

"It's going to be so good to be inside you, McKay," Sheppard said, scissoring his fingers, stretching Rodney open cruelly. "If you want to fight while I'm going in, that's good. The tighter you are the better it is for me and I like a little spunk. What do you say, Rodney? Are you gonna be spunky for me? Hmm? Put up a little fight, give me a good excuse to nail you hard?"

Rodney's entire body shuddered hard as Sheppard forced in a third finger and he tried to move away from the burn but there was no where to go and he couldn't hold back the sob that escaped his mouth.

The rhythm of John's thrusting fingers faltered when he heard Rodney's sob, but Rodney ground back against him, eliciting another shudder. John hesitated a moment longer and then thrust in deep, finding Rodney's prostate and massaging it.

"Oh, god," Rodney gasped and arched his back.

"Like that, McKay?" Sheppard asked as he reached around to find Rodney's cock, hard and leaking. "You seem to."

Rodney couldn't help the low groan as Sheppard's thumb circled his cockhead and Sheppard laughed.

"I knew you'd be a whore for this, McKay. You can't be such a huge tease without getting called on it now and again, can you?" He shifted his fingers inside Rodney while stroking Rodney's cock and Rodney shuddered, groaning miserably into the sheets.

"Fuck, John," he gasped and Sheppard leaned over him.

"Just admit it, McKay, you like it. You tease because you want this. You want to be used."

Rodney's hips bucked involuntarily and Sheppard laughed again.

"See Rodney? Just say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you raw."

"No," Rodney said. "I don't... I don't..." But he dissolved into another clenched-tooth groan as John spread his fingers inside Rodney's ass and squeezed Rodney's cock.

"Yeah, McKay. I think you do," Sheppard said, low and rough.

"Please," Rodney said, his voice rising embarrassingly high as John pulled his fingers out roughly. "Oh, god, John. Please."

"You begging me to stop or to keep going?" Sheppard asked as he used one hand to spread Rodney's cheeks apart. He spat into the cleft and used his other hand to guide his cock through the spit and to Rodney's hole. He nudged against it and heard Rodney whimper. He pushed harder and the head popped in. Rodney shuddered and groaned.

Rodney bit his lip as Sheppard worked his way in, inch by painful inch. The pain radiated out from the small of his back, spreading through his entire body until every nerve ending was singing with it. When Sheppard shoved in the last few inches Rodney bit down on his lip so hard he tasted blood.

"Oh, god, John. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." He was trembling all over, gasping for air, unable to get his lungs to cooperate. This, this was why he didn't do this, play these games. His whole body was on fire and it felt so good, but he could feel it threatening to burn everything away. The sound of his blood throbbing, a noise as white as the pain, was getting louder. He knew he was going to drown in it.

"Jesus, Rodney," John rasped and reached to undo the belt from around Rodney's arms. "Come on, baby," he whispered against the skin of Rodney's back as he pulled back just a couple of inches before grinding back in, slow and hard.

"John," Rodney breathed and John could hear it in his voice, in the feel of his body.

"Yeah, Rodney," he said, rocking his hips again. "I got you. Let go and fly for me. I got you, baby."

Rodney felt John lift him, wrap an arm around his chest. He felt John's cock inside him, impossibly huge, impossibly deep. He heard John tell him to fly. And every time John thrust into him his body sang and his blood pounded harder in his ears and he was pushed closer and closer to the edge, closer to giving up control completely.

"No, no, I can't," Rodney groaned and John squeezed him tighter.

"You can, Rodney. Come on."

Rodney's chin dropped to his chest as John drove into him, the burn too complete and too good to be denied. And the scent of sex and John was all around him, the sounds of his own gasps and moans filling his ears until it was all he could hear and John was all he could feel and with a final sob he let go.

"Fuck, Rodney, that's it," John groaned as Rodney finally went soft and pliable in his arms. "So beautiful."

"More, John. Fuck me. I want to feel you."

Rodney collapsed to the bed with a groan as John ground into him and rolled his hips as John resumed his shallow thrusts. His world was reduced to the sensation of John's cock inside him, John's fingers curled tightly around his hips, John's breath on his neck and the sound of John's harsh breathing, the low rasp of his voice as he coaxed Rodney deeper into headspace, made him fly higher.

"I want you to come for me, Rodney," John said. "And I'm not going to touch you. I want you to come just from having me inside you."

Rodney just nodded and closed his eyes. He'd never been able to come without one of them jerking him off, but he'd never been here before, every nerve alight, his whole body vibrating with want, need. He'd never had John so deep inside him, inside his head, like John knew every corner of him, owned him, loved him and just like that his body was tightening and he was coming.

"Shit, Rodney, yes. Yes, yes, so fucking..." Rodney could feel John coming, how his final thrusts deepened, the way eased by slick semen. Rodney arched his back and let John in even deeper, shuddering against him with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

John laid draped across him for a long time before pulling out with a sigh. He left Rodney bent over the bed, still flying, while he went into the bathroom for a wet cloth and a dry towel.

He laid those things on the nightstand and knelt behind Rodney. "Come on, Rodney. Lean back."

Rodney hummed softly but sat back on his heels so John could peel off his shirt. John rubbed Rodney's arms where the belt had bitten into his skin and Rodney thought absently that he'd probably have to wear a long sleeved shirt for the next few days to hide the bruises, but then John was encouraging him up onto the bed.

Rodney let himself be moved, felt John take off his boots and pants before gently cleaning him off with the cloth. He cracked an eye to watch John and could see the possessiveness and affection warming the hazel eyes to a darker brown. Their next off-world mission would be a bitch, John bristling at anyone who got too close to Rodney, but this was worth it, this feeling of total peace and freedom and satiety.

"What are you smiling about?" John asked, his voice still low and soft.

"Just thinking about how overprotective you're going to be on our next mission. About how good I feel."

He could feel John's smile when John bent down to kiss him. "I'm always overprotective of you," he said and then stood up to take off his own clothes. When he slid under the covers next to Rodney he smiled to see that Rodney was almost asleep already.

"You were beautiful tonight," he said softly and another small smile pulled at Rodney's lips.

"You made me be."

Reminder - Our first McBeck-A-Thon!

2008-07-08T19:01:11Z

Take part in our first "Mcbeck-A-Thon" at mcbeckchallenge!

Send in your prompts latest July, 14th to sammy_kay2003 at yahoo dot co dot uk.

Note what you would like to receive (give a prompt, eg. consisting of a word or a point of departure).

Tell what you would do in return, eg. rating and kinks-wise - and what prompts you don't want to work on (eg. various kinks).

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You have 4 months to be creative, to write a fic or to create a drawing or fanvid.

Curious?

Then send in your prompt today! Spread the geeklove!

Still critical? Then contact the mods and pepper us with your questions!

Oh - and we still have the first challenge running - "At first sight". Entries can be posted until the end of July! We're looking for many, many romantic, funny, thrilling, erotic and angsty drabbles, ficlets, vignettes and pieces of art.

New Fic: Paint It Black by kimberlite (NC-17)

2008-07-07T21:17:37Z

Title: Paint It Black (Five Times It Was the Nail Polish's Fault)
Author: kimberlite
Fandoms: Velvet Goldmine (Curt), Jericho (Jake/Stanley), Stargate: Atlantis (John/Rodney), Stargate: SG-1 (Cam), Battlestar Galactica (Sam(/Lee)/Kara))
Ratings: up to NC-17
Word count: ~3,700
Disclaimer: These shows are so not mine, I'm just having fun.
Notes: Thanks, as always, to splix for encouragement and beta.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Summary: This is what happens when you combine 113 degree heat, painting 60 nails during a play date, and kink_bingo. Be afraid. ;)

Paint It Black (Five Times It Was the Nail Polish's Fault)

FIC: Out of the fire... [McBeck, McShep, Rodney/Carson/John; NC-17, kink]

2008-07-03T21:56:34Z

Title: Out of the fire...
Author: Nicke
Pairings: Rodney McKay/Carson Beckett, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Rodney McKay/Carson Beckett/John Sheppard
Kink: let's see... aliens made them do it, gay marriage, masturbation, b/D (mild), threesome. Did I mention masturbation?
Categories: kink, slash, ft, er
Rating: NC-17
Teaser: "Oh, of course, you're not lusting for me, John," Rodney says, drawling his name. "Your interest in me is mere scientific curiosity then, I suppose?"
Word count: ~ 5200
Prompt: lover100 # 093 – gasp

Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*

A/N: Thank you, mice1900 for the additional prompt "offworld" and for the quick beta. I also would like to thank garneteve, wliberation and tdancinghands for having a look at it and with giving me a third oppinion encouraging me to finally get this done!

For inkscribe ♥ - see, I can do McShep. *whistles innocently*

It started with Rodney McKay trying to be corteous and picking up a scarf the chieftain's daughter dropped. From there things went downhill for John Sheppard.

Fic: Lay Your Hands, SGA, Teyla/John, 18+.

2008-06-30T19:15:04Z

Title: Lay Your Hands
Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Teyla Emmagan/John Sheppard
Rating: 18+
Warnings: F/m
Kinks: Body Part fetish (misc) & Pegging
Disclaimer I don't own the characters or ideas behind Stargate Atlantis, no money has or will be made from this fic.
Summary: There are two things that make John a happy boy.

A/N: Written for my kink_bingo card: Body Part fetish (misc) & Pegging . One Shot – Stand alone. 825wds.

Lay Your Hands

Fic: Puzzling Evidence (Part XXXVI), NC-17, Lorne/Zelenka by inkscribe

2008-06-23T04:59:12Z

Title: Puzzling Evidence (Part XXXVI)
Author: inkscribe
Pairings: Lorne/Zelenka
Rating: NC-17

Summary: What we see is not always what it seems.
Chapter Summary: Reunion.

New to this WIP? Check out the Puzzling Evidence chapter index! Please remember to read the full-length header block of each chapter for related spoiler alerts, warnings, and notes.

Fic: R/J, NC-17

2008-06-21T23:33:59Z

Title: Rodney & John's Awesome Vacation
Characters: Johh/Rodney
Rating: NC-17, kink!
Wordcount: ~1300
Spoilers: None? Season 3ish.
Summary: John wants something. Rodney doesn't really get it, but it happy to oblige. PWP if ever there was one.
Author's Note: So, I was watching A Very British Sex Scandal right before writing this story and suddenly everything in my head was "taking a holiday" and "having a wank" and um, it was an interesting mindset to battle while writing SGA. This was inspired by kink_bingo, though it doesn't actually count towards my card.
Beta:: By the FAB kisahawklin! <3

Did I mention kink?

Guaranteed To Blow Your Mind by telesilla, (nc-17, crossdressing)

2008-06-19T11:55:56Z

Guaranteed To Blow Your Mind
Author: telesilla
Pairing: John/Rodney
Kink: crossdressing
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1500
Disclaimer: The SGA characters do not belong to me. Duh.
Summary: John's amazingly macho, all things considered.

Notes: Written for Round Four of the IJ Porn Battle. My prompt was: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "She's a killer queen gunpowder gelatine/Dynamite with a lazer beam, guaranteed to blow your mind/Recommended at the price, insatiable an appetite". I don't think this is what Grace had in mind, but it's where my mind went.

Sometimes, however, he was a little disturbed at just how hot he found the sight of John with a gun in his hands.

Today, knowing what he knew, it was even worse than usual.

Whatever The Lady Wants, 1/1, John/Rodney, R

2008-06-11T08:40:17Z

Author: darkhavens
Title: Whatever The Lady Wants
FPairing: John/Rodney
Rating: R
Words: 1308
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo, please feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks/Kinks: Cross-dressing
Summary: Rodney loses a bet; John benefits from it. And freaks out, just a little.
Notes: Written for my kink_bingo card prompt "Cross-dressing (underwear/lingerie)". This is the second time I have done this to Rodney. He should stop making bets around me. *g*

Whatever The Lady Wants

Bring It Back Down. John/Rodney, NC-17, by wolfshark

2008-06-09T12:54:09Z

Bring It Back Down
Word Count: 1426
Fandom/Pairing: SGA, John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "I know you're a cockslut, but I want your ass tonight, not your mouth. And I'm not ready to come yet."
A/N: For kink_bingo. I know that the prostitute AU won, but lillian13 asked for porn since she just had hand surgery and she wanted John/Rodney. For the prompt "Object penetration - toys (not worn under clothes)"

Bring It Back Down

Jewels (Watcher verse), Rodney/John, PG13

2008-06-07T21:43:09Z

Title: Jewels
Author: pushkin666
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: Rodney/John
Warnings: darkfic, slavery, evil!overlord Rodney

Disclaimer: All is disclaimed. No money is being made. Not mine, more's the pity, dammit!

A/N Another drabble within my Watcher verse

Rodney likes to decorate his pet.

It can be found here:-

Jewels

Breath Away From Heaven, SGA, John/Rodney/Ronon, NC-17, by wolfshark

2008-06-06T14:45:39Z

Breath Away From Heaven
Fandom/Pairing: SGA, John/Rodney/Ronon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1607
Summary: Breaking his kiss with Rodney, Ronon said, "You thinking what I'm thinking?" just as he twisted his finger around John's, and holy fuck, that would be hot.

A/N: For my kink_bingo card. Prompt was "Double Penetration, two holes."

Breath Away From Heaven

One By One, 1/1, John/Rodney. NC-17

2008-06-06T07:40:37Z

Author: darkhavens
Title: One By One
Pairing: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Rating: NC-17
Words: 660
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo, please feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks/Kinks: Nippleplay, biting, mild restraints, mild/medium erotic pain infliction
Summary: Rodney has never orgasmed from nipple stimulation alone. John sees this as a challenge.
Notes: Written for my kink_bingo card prompt 'Nippleplay'. Betaed for typos and pain levels by outsideth3box.

One By One

SGA Fic: Running Rings by ladyoflisquill (NC-17)

2008-06-05T21:11:30Z

Somehow I forgot to post this here...

Title: Running Rings
Author: ladyoflisquill
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Kink: cockrings
Word Count: 545
Spoilers/Related Episode: none
Summary: ‘Sheppard was unlike any bottom Rodney had ever known.’
Author's note: The bonus of not being busy at work today is that I got to write this whole fic in teeny tiny writing. Seriously, I have the post-it as proof. Written for kink_bingo. Thanks to the_cephalopod for beta.

Horsehide and Badger Hair and an Old Tin Mug, 1/1, John/Rodney, R

2008-06-05T08:19:25Z

Author: darkhavens
Title: Horsehide and Badger Hair and an Old Tin Mug
Fandom: Pairing: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Rating: R for one tiny bit of imagery near the end
Words: 1290 words
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo, please feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks/Kinks: Shaving
Summary: Rodney has never actually watched anyone shave before. John obliges.
Notes: Written for the 'Shaving' prompt on my kink_bingo card. Flash-beta'd on the fly by outsideth3box.

Horsehide and Badger Hair and an Old Tin Mug

Glove Love, 1/1, John/Rodney, NC-17/Adult

2008-06-04T07:08:28Z

Author: darkhavens
Title: Glove Love
Pairing: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Rating: NC-17/Adult
Words: 963 words
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo, please feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Rodney's hands are sex. Rodney's hands in fish-frog-lizard skin gloves make John go off like a rocket.
Notes: Written for my kink_bingo card. (Object Penetration (Objects Not Designed For Sex) and Hand Fetish.) Thanks go to outsideth3box for pre-reading and for making me doublecheck my word choice.

Glove Love

Shelter in the Base of My Spine, NC-17, John/Rodney, by wolfshark

2008-06-03T18:52:35Z

Shelter in the Base of My Spine
Word Count: 1750
Fandom/Pairing: SGA, John/Rodney/Ronon
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "You get one choice, Rodney. Which of us gets your ass?"
A/N: For kink_bingo. Prompt is Double Penetration (two holes).

Shelter in the Base of My Spine

Fanart: Showing/Watching, NC-17

2008-06-01T21:19:29Z

Title: Showing/Watching
Artist: berlinghoff79
Pairing: John/Rodney + Chuck (it's Chuck in my head, feel free to think of any character you like,*g*)
Kink: Exhibitionism+Voyeurism
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: 2nd square at kink_bingo
Author's Notes/Warnings: 3 connected manips (1st Exhibitionism, 2nd Voyeurism, 3rd E&V)

At my journal.

Fanart: Wallpaper, Ronon, NC-17

2008-06-01T13:43:27Z

Title: Spank Me!
Artist: berlinghoff79
Pairing: Ronon/Choose your own Character
Kink: Spanking
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: First square at kink_bingo
Author's Notes/Warnings: It's a wallpaper, 2 sizes (1024x768 & 800x600); nudity, no dangly bits, though

Looky!

Your Moves Are So Raw, NC-17, John/Rodney, by wolfshark

2008-05-27T17:44:40Z

Your Moves Are So Raw
Word Count: 1023
Rating: NC-17
Fandom/Pairing: SGA, John/Rodney
Summary: He'd forgotten the conversation, held in the dark one night off world, when the local brew had been stronger than he'd expected.

A/N: Written for the Consent Play block of my kink_bingo card. Please Note subject matter. Potentially triggering!

Your Moves Are So Raw

New challenge/community: Kink Bingo!

2008-05-19T13:18:27Z

The place: kink_bingo

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This challenge is open to all fandoms and all pairings. It's not an exchange, there's no penalty for withdrawing early (unless you want to be punished for withdrawing early, nudgenudge) and while prizes for stories in the current challenge will go out on September 1st, you can keep posting stories after that deadline, so there's no real time limit. In short, this is a low-stress challenge, designed purely to get MOAR KINK into the world. Come check it out using these helpful links:

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Your Kind of Insanity, NC-17, John/Rodney by wolfshark

2008-05-12T19:54:14Z

Your Kind of Insanity
Word Count: 1860
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John was going to go nuts if Rodney didn't stop it. Every time Rodney wanted his attention in the lab, he'd touch John.

A/N: Based on a prompt from ladycat777: Rodney casually touching John and John having... issues with it (either because it's driving him crazy with want, or making him want to drop to his knees; either is find).

Inevitable, twisted, blueish.

Your Kind of Insanity

Gossip, part of The Watcher verse, Mckay/Sheppard, PG13

2008-05-11T14:16:51Z

Title: Gossip
Author: pushkin666
Rating: PG13
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard

A/N: Although the series as a whole has rape, non-con, mutilation, slavery, evil!Rodney McKay etc this is a drabble that alludes to events that will be dealt with in more detail at a later stage.

Disclaimer: All is disclaimed. No money is being made. Not mine, more's the pity, dammit! They belong to themselves.

Rest of the Verse can be found here:-

The Watcher - Chapter Index