Bend Over Rodney

Reminder - Our first McBeck-A-Thon!

2008-07-08T19:01:31Z

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

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Fic: Fireworks, NC-17, Beckett/McKay by inkscribe

2008-07-01T04:04:01Z

Title: Fireworks
Author: inkscribe
Pairings: Beckett/McKay
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~400
Spoilers: none

Story summary: Carson takes Rodney on a holiday.

New challenge community!

2008-06-15T23:32:39Z

In ~~conspiracy~~ collaboration with sammy38and mice1900, we are proud to present the mcbeckchallenge community!

The focus of all stories is Carson and Rodney and rules can be found on the community info page. Challenges will be posted regularly and ficathons will happen twice a year. Our first challenge, "at first sight", is up for your participation.

We hope that this will help encourage more fic with our favorite guys, so please come and join us! All ratings accepted (and we hope for lots of hotness).

fic: Intrinsic Parity by ultimatemarysue

2008-06-15T06:48:57Z

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 pumping 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."

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

2008-06-06T14:45:52Z

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

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

2008-06-03T18:52:45Z

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

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

2008-05-27T17:44:52Z

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

Fic: McKay/Sheppard - What John Wants (NC-17)

2008-04-26T16:31:09Z

Title: What John Wants
Author: Sugar
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word count: 5085
Summary: John just needs a little time to figure out what he wants.
A/N: Saladscream's beta wonderfulness & encouragement knock me down and make me squirm, in the good way.

What John Wants

Dog Tag Porn by Xela-fic

2008-04-10T18:33:32Z

Title: Dog Tag Porn
Author: xela_fic (5,000 words)
Paring: McShep (John/Rodney)
Beta: The ever amazing alabandical, who puts up with my typos and the random clams that pop up in my fics.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rodney has a hard time remembering to call John 'Colonel,' so John decides a lesson is in order. But it's definitely something more.
Warnings: m/m, slash, bottom!Rodney, top!John, BDSM (medium intensity), spanking, paddling, dom/sub, bondage

( Dog Tag Porn This Way )

RePost on Request: 2 fics

2008-04-02T18:49:30Z

Title: Doing It Together
Author: crownglass39
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC17
Wordcount: ~9100

Summary: “It was awful and wonderful and kinky and dirty, and best of all, they were doing this together.” Rodney never thought that he could trust anyone with his most guarded secrets. He was wrong.

Warnings: spanking, strapping, spanking with a belt. However, I worked hard to NOT hit my own humiliation squick.

Doing It Together.

Title: Drip
Author: Crownglass39
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC17
Word Count ~2800

Summary: Post sex, John is fascinated by some of the strangest things. Rodney is happy to be a focus of that fascination.

Drip

Nominations for the sga_kink_awards are NOW OPEN!

2008-03-27T11:50:32Z

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Bored...

2008-03-25T03:16:45Z

So, I'm slightly bored and maybe more then slightly tipsy, and in the mood to write some porn. And I've thought about it, but I don't really have any ideas on the top of my head, so I thought I'd ask you if there was something that you desperately wanted to see.

So, here it is. I will write 5 stories, around 500 words each, by the end of the evening. First five people who respond get to choose the topic, the kink, the pairing--whatever you want. *grins*

Does anybody out there have some ideas?

Title: 1 out of 5
Pairing: McShep
Requested By: lishel_fracrium
Request: against a wall; kissing; McShep; rimming (not able to get to the rimming--sorry!)

They’re in the jumper, checking on the diagnostics for the umpteenth time when Rodney realizes how quiet it is. He can’t hear Zelenka muttering from a jumper away, Sheppard seems to be sitting still (which is a minor miracle), so he turns around to look at his lover with some trepidation. Whenever Sheppard’s quiet—well, Rodney likes it when Sheppard’s quiet. So much so that he’s not surprised when, it feels like seconds later, John is pressing heavily against his body.

John practically shoves Rodney against the wall, using his upper-body strength to hold him there as he plunders the soft mouth in front of him. Their teeth clash at first, and John leans back to suck in a lungful of air, looking at Rodney with possessive eyes that scream with want. John moves forward, nipping at the full lips, demanding entrance slowly, and then harshly as he feels Rodney’s decent into desire.

The soft body is suddenly lax, and it takes more energy to hold Rodney against the wall of the jumper, more energy then John really wants to use, but its so hot, knowing that Rodney is so plaint and soft and the jumper is so public. But, he doesn’t want to do this here, doesn’t really have a kink for public sex (at least not where it can affect his job) so he steps back but uses his hands to hold Rodney up against the wall.

“Not here.” His voice is harsh, gruff with desire and the need to keep the tone low because he knows that Zelenka is probably working on something nearby and he doesn’t want to get caught, at least not yet. “Your room.” He mutters this against Rodney’s ear, leaning forward to nibble at the delicate flesh: “On your back legs up around your ears.” And Rodney’s panting louder now.

“Please,” Rodney grunts out, but Sheppard shakes his head.

“I want to lick every inch of you McKay, I want you to be begging me to finish it, but I won’t. I’ll just start over again until your body screams for it. And I still won’t give it to you then—“

And Rodney’s groaning again, shifting away from the wall and towards Sheppard, who takes a step back. “Nuh-uh.” Sheppard presses a finger against Rodney’s chest. “Your room.”

Rodney lurches towards the jumper opening, turning away from John and stumbling into the light of the bay, insistent upon getting to his rooms where he thinks John will be waiting for him, waiting to touch and kiss every portion of his body. It was hot to think about, John using him like that.

Title:Staff Meeting (2/5)
Pairing: Sheppard/Beckett
Requested By: garneteve
Request: Semi-Sequel to Moan for the Medical Doctor because I already have an actual sequel in the works. This is sort of...the before.

John’s fidgeting in the staff meeting, refusing to look Carson in the eye because he knows that in just a few minutes he’s going to be back in the infirmary for a follow-up appointment; he knows Carson is going to be walking up to him, and he can practically hear the snap of latex as the glove slips over Beckett’s fingers. Blushing slightly, John kicks his own ankle in an effort to stop the daydreaming. It’ll be real soon enough—he should have enough patience to finish the staff meeting and then walk—slowly—to the infirmary.

He bites the inside of his cheek and glances up at the table, well aware that whatever McKay is talking about should be over soon—he’d seen the man eyeing Ronon’s blue jello, and if there was anything that could get McKay to shut up, well, blue jello was definitely on that list. John’s teeth are still sinking into the flesh of his inner cheek when he spots Carson looking at him with heavy eyes.

An instant later Sheppard is remembering everything that had happened the day before: the feeling of Beckett’s finger as he conducted the prostate exam; the knowing grin as Carson pressed just a little harder on that one spot that felt like magic inside of John; the warm grip that had glided over his cock after all pretenses were dropped. It had been wonderful, and he knew he would never enter another doctor’s office again without getting hard; he would never spend another night in Beckett’s infirmary without wishing for the pressure of a slim digit against his prostate.

John glances down at his agenda and he prays for all that he once considered holy for McKay to shut the fuck up so he could get on with his appointment. He knows its wrong; knows that whatever McKay is sprouting off about is probably incredibly important and would save more then a few lives in the near future, but does he have to ramble on about it today? John knows there’s another senior staff meeting tomorrow, and while he can’t promise himself that he’ll be any better behaved, he hopes that another session with Beckett will be enough to get him over this thing he seems to have developed for the doctor.

When McKay stops talking a bit later, it takes all of John’s self control to keep from standing up and saying “finally” before leaving the conference room and heading for the infirmary. He doesn’t—he manages to politely nod at Weir and McKay, he grins at Teyla as she looks at him with unasked questions in her eyes. John doesn’t stop to answer them—not today—today he has an appointment with Carson, and it takes every ounce of his willpower to keep his head high as he walks out of the room.

He has an appointment to keep, after all.

Title: Early Morning Wakeup (3/5)
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Requested By: scarlet_eclipse
Request: McShep, bottom Rodney, toys/bdsm/begging/dirty talk

Rodney groaned loudly, rubbing his back against the less-then-perfect thread count sheets that seemed to adore Sheppard’s bed just because they irritated his skin, before realizing the space next to him was surprisingly cold and more then a little empty. This wasn’t what Rodney had pictured waking up next too after the previous evening. Just thinking about the night before made him attempt to flex his body, moaning loudly as he felt the soreness that had taken over his entire lower body. Lactic acid had definitely been built up, and just by the feel of his legs, he knew it would be at least a few days before his muscles recovered from their hard use the night before.

He felt the heavy pressure of his bladder and knew he had to open his eyes soon, had to get up and actually make his way into the bathroom, had to move on with is day (without Sheppard to wake him up, which he’d been looking forward to for some unknown reason). It wasn’t that he was a romantic, or anything, but he was fairly sure that after a guy spent most of the evening sinking his fingers into the tight hotness that was McKay’s ass—well, there had to be some type of etiquette that would cover the situation.

He wasn’t Ms. Manners, but surely he wasn’t that badly off, either. He’d been raised right—two parents, an annoying sister, family dinners where he was constantly told not to put his elbows on the table, which he ignored for the most part (except for when his great Aunt was there, because she was a real stickler for manners, and he didn’t want to get on her bad side because she was scary big).

But, none of this mattered. He needed to get up and shower, get the smell of Sheppard’s sex off his body before he reported to work for the morning. And he didn’t want to even begin to imagine Radek’s response to what was obviously McKay’s well fucked body. Radek was mostly evil, and he wasn’t afraid of McKay (which was kind of shocking, given how often McKay yelled at him during the course of an average workday).

Rodney got out of the none-luxurious bed and padded over to the bathroom, intent upon releasing his bladder before shower and putting this entire incident behind him. It obviously wasn’t what John had wanted because he didn’t even have the grace to be there the morning after.

Morning absolutions done, Rodney turned toward the mirror to wash his hands before stepping into what had to be one of the more decadent showers he’d ever seen—and okay, so he didn’t necessarily want to be with Sheppard again after this whole thing, but that shower was pretty tempting, much nicer then McKay’s little hole-in-the-wall (and it just seemed to make Rodney’s morning that much worse—of course Sheppard got a better shower—he had everything, didn’t he?).

And there, sitting on the counter a little to the right, was a…Rodney looked at the object for half-a-second. Was it a buttplug? Made out of homemade materials (because obviously—he doubted Sheppard had made it his one personal object) along with a piece of torn out notepaper, crinkled and straightened out, as if it had been thrown away and then picked out of the trash and set on the counter with some type of trepidation.

“Running with Ronon—put this in and get back in bed. Be there soon”. And McKay’s face flushed slightly, and he looked at the butt plug with a tiny grin before picking it up off the counter. He’d known that Sheppard wouldn’t have left him like that, at least not without an excuse…

Title: 4/5 aka Good Kid, Gone Missing
Pairing: McShep
Requested by: Sheba_Finesse
Request: How about John/Rodney, first time, one of them happens across the other one wearing a skirt...
WARNING: Transgender themes in this. If you don't like, don't read.
Note: I really like this story, and feel like its going to get a sequel sometime soon. I named it Good Kid, Gone Missing because that is a line from a poem a transgender friend of mine wrote about being transgendered. I guess I kind of dedicate this story to her.

She smoothes the skirt down over her body, trying to shake out the last of the wrinkles, trying to find a way to rearrange the ungraceful lump that she still can’t hide. Part of her thinks if she pulls her shirt down a little lower, shows off some of her cleavage, that it wouldn’t be that big a deal. People wouldn’t remember the bump, they’d remember the tits, the hooters, the jugs—all the disgusting names for her beautiful breasts (even if they only exist in her own imagination).

Turning sideways, she looks at herself in the mirror and smiles because this is a better view, and she knows that at some point in the near future she’s going to want to take a picture of this, just to prove to herself that she is pretty (disregarding the hair, and the chin, and—oh god—the adam’s apple). Not today, she’s risking enough as it is, stopping by her room to change for a brief moment before she’s due back in the lab.

More then anything she wants to twirl in this skirt—feel the air as it rushes over her skin, tingly and energizing; she knows if she gives into that temptation, however, it’ll be the start of a slippery slide. She’s already started it by taking this quick chance, she can’t risk more now: so instead she turns her head towards the mirror once more and takes a mental picture, doing her best to remember how the skirt lays perfectly against her hips (as long as she kind of thrusts her pelvis backwards a bit, and breathes in deeply, creating a concave stomach that helps the shirt stay in place).

She lets the air out of her lungs and turns away from the mirror, not wanting to see her slowly disassemble the perfection she has just known; she’s lifted the shirt part way over her head when the door chimes and Sheppard walks in as if he owns the place. She can’t see it’s Sheppard, but he’s the only one that can really override the door locks in Atlantis (damn Ancient gene). Out of habit she sucks in her stomach and lowers the t-shirt, trying to mentally compose herself before she has to look him in the face and see what will undoubtedly be some type of rejection coupled with look of revulsion or horror or disgust.

“Hey,” her voice comes out high, a little squeaky, because she’s trained herself to talk like that when in the middle of…

“Rodney?” Sheppard’s voice is calm, his eyes are taking in her body, looking up and down and then up again, reassessing what he’d undoubtedly seen and catalogued moments earlier.

And it all crashes down: “Sheppard,” Rodney’s voice is harsh, flat. He’s lifting the shirt off before he knows exactly what’s going on and tossing it on the floor, looking at it with scorn. “Gimmie a sec to get dressed,” and Rodney’s lowering his fingers to the hook-and-eye closure of his skirt (which he doubts he’ll ever let himself look at again after today, let alone wear).

“No—“ Sheppard looks at Rodney with a bit of misery evident in his eyes. “Leave it on.”

And Rodney’s hesitant, the moods been broken and there’s no way he can go back to what he’d been, no way he can recapture that feeling, especially not when he knows that the breasts were only part of his imagination, and the bump in the middle of his skirt is still there, not going away no matter how much he wants to suck his belly in.

John reaches out and drags a finger down Rodney’s cheek, whispering “you looked beautiful,” and Rodney’s closing his eyes, leaning into the touch. He knows that whatever is about to happen probably won’t be repeated—that in the harsh light of day Sheppard would reevaluate the entire situation and it wouldn’t be hot anymore, wouldn’t be sexy or kinky or any other excuse that Sheppard was undoubtedly using to justify his actions.

But for right now all Rodney wanted to do was give in, let Sheppard touch him, let Sheppard see his body for what it really was (instead of what he wanted it to be), as a harsh reminder of his limits—as a reminder that it wasn’t alright to sneak away and put the clothing on and let her come forward, especially not on Atlantis where the community was close and the gossip even closer—he was fairly sure nothing could happen without everybody hearing about it first.

John is murmuring now, but Rodney can’t bring himself to pay attention. This entire exercise is a punishment in his mind, a reminder that next time he might not be so lucky, it might not be John that opens the door, that it might not be sex that’s expected.

He lets the fingers glide over his chest, and down towards his skirt. He’s going to burn it after this, has to burn it because anything else will be a travesty, when Sheppard actually slides a hook out of its place. His fingers are hesitant, as if he’s unsure what he should touch, if he should touch.

“Your breasts are beautiful,” John whispers close to Rodney’s ear. “They’re luscious, and your nipples are extra sensitive.” John’s fingers dance up Rodney’s chest, and toy with his nipples, slightly pinching them and then cupping his hands against the hot skin as if there were breasts he could actually feel, see, touch, appreciate.

“If I keep touching them, are you going to get wet?” John’s tongue traces a path up McKay’s cheek to his ear, and this time the words are pressed into McKay’s brain, the realization that John seems to actually understand, that he knows what to do.

And then she’s moaning, leaning into John’s hard body and lifting her head up, letting her lips seek out the warmth of his chapped mouth. She’s practically whimpering into the kiss, and it’s the hottest kiss she’s ever had in her entire life: wet and full of tongues, and for some reason her tongue feels more dainty, which is making the entire situation even more erotic.

And John is pushing her back, against the wall, then guiding her towards her bed. She stumbles a bit over the pieces of strewn about clothing, but it doesn’t matter because John’s mouth is still on hers, his hands are still playing with her breasts and she can practically hear his thoughts, saying over and over again how sexy he finds her body.

John pushes her back onto the bed, then lifts her legs and spreads her out, feasting upon her with his eyes. He trails a finger down her chest once more, and its almost at the hooks of her skirt, when he says: “You’re so hot, Meredith.” And she’s lost

Fic: And Yes (McKay is a Slut)

2008-03-13T12:19:50Z

Title: And Yes (McKay is a Slut)
Author: Gemmi999
Rating: NC-17
Notes: My first smut piece, please be honest. Written for Telesilla's prompt: I want some seriously kinky SGA porn in which either John or Rodney brings the other down hard using either heavy pain or heavy humiliation or--ideally--both. And oh man, so many bonus points if it's Rodney--still himself: all pushy and stubborn right up to the point where he's not any more--on the bottom.
Summary: “Please what?” John looked at McKay, waiting for an answer. “Please use you? Please touch your body and make it hurt, that good hurt that makes you come harder and faster then teenagers in the backseat of their parents car?"

Intense Day Three, NC-17, John/Rodney, by wolfshark

2008-03-04T18:44:12Z

Intense Day Three
Word Count: 5538
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: OMG, so NC-17
Summary: "Nope. I'll tell you when I've had enough."

A/N: telesilla wrote: I want some seriously kinky SGA porn in which either John or Rodney brings the other down hard using either heavy pain or heavy humiliation or--ideally--both. And oh man, so many bonus points if it's Rodney--still himself: all pushy and stubborn right up to the point where he's not any more--on the bottom.

In response, I wrote Intense. It got multiple requests for a sequel, covering the next ten days. 5000 words into the sequel, I'd only written the second day, and the vote on my journal was to post each day as I write them, so here's the third day.

There's a warning at the end of the story.

Thanks to gemmi999 for looking over this section.

If you didn't like Intense, you're not going to like this one either, most likely...

Intense Day Three

(fic) Potential Infinity by Margarks - John/Rodney, NC-17

2008-03-04T01:53:32Z

Title: Potential Infinity
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Spoilers: None
*Warnings*: Uh, it's kind of schmoopy?
Word Count: 1,198

Summary: In mathematics, one could take a finite figure and divide its content infinitely, with the result that even though the content was unchanged, the magnitude of its bounds went on forever.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. And I'm totally not making a profit.
Author's Note: No beta, so if you find a mistake *please* tell me.

This is a little cracktastic only because it started as a result of a quote from a Lisa Kleypas book I was reading yesterday that I fell in love with and just thought would be a quote that John would love and use. It's from the book “Mine Till Midnight” (pg 179) -

In mathematics, one could take a finite figure and divide its content infinitely, with the result that even though the content was unchanged, the magnitude of its bounds went on forever. Potential infinity. It was the first time Cam had ever comprehended the concept in the form of a woman.

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Intense Day Two, John/Rodney, NC-17, by wolfshark

2008-02-27T13:37:50Z

Intense Day Two
Word Count: 5680
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: OMG, so NC-17
Summary: "Like I said last night, you're mine for the next ten days, unless you safeword out. You don't get to make any decisions; you don't have to make any judgments. You just have to take what I hand out, accept what I want to do to you."

A/N: telesilla wrote: I want some seriously kinky SGA porn in which either John or Rodney brings the other down hard using either heavy pain or heavy humiliation or--ideally--both. And oh man, so many bonus points if it's Rodney--still himself: all pushy and stubborn right up to the point where he's not any more--on the bottom.

In response, I wrote Intense. It got multiple requests for a sequel, covering the next nine days. 5000 words into the sequel, I'd only written the second day, and the vote on my journal was to post each day as I write them, so here it is.

If you didn't like Intense, you're not going to like this one either, most likely...

Intense Day Two

Intense, John/Rodney, Extremely NC-17, by wolfshark

2008-02-21T20:42:32Z

Intense
Word Count: 3028
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17 like whoa
Summary: For the next ten days, you're mine.

A/N: telesilla wrote: I want some seriously kinky SGA porn in which either John or Rodney brings the other down hard using either heavy pain or heavy humiliation or--ideally--both. And oh man, so many bonus points if it's Rodney--still himself: all pushy and stubborn right up to the point where he's not any more--on the bottom. That inspired this. Hope it's what you wanted, darlin'

Intense

The Taste of Pleasure, NC-17, John/Rodney, by wolfshark

2008-02-13T18:27:10Z

The Taste Of Pleasure
Word Count: 1248
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rodney couldn't believe that he was thinking this, but he really loved sucking John's cock.

A/N: I asked for kink prompts, and perfica said, "Hmmm, is really enjoying giving a blowjob a kink? I'm going to pretend and say yes." Here you go, dear!

The Taste of Pleasure

Me Tarzan, You Jane, John/Rodney, NC-17

2008-02-08T19:43:48Z

Me Tarzan, You Jane
Word Count: 2044
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "It was the only costume they had in your size! It's not my fault that they've rented all the other costumes."

A/N: kensieg won me for Sweet Charity. She asked for: "McShep slash. dressup. Rodney in a pith helmet etc. John scantily dressed or not at all. doing the Tarzan thing. Me Tarzan, You...?" It was very difficult to come up with a rationale to put them in a costume, so I really hope this suits!

Me Tarzan, You Jane

Exhaustion of Possibilities, John/Rodney, NC-17, by wolfshark

2008-01-27T03:45:51Z

Exhaustion of Possibilities
Word Count: 1901
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: "Don't worry. I'll take care of you."
A/N: sorchasilver bought me for fics4books. She asked for, "Might I please have some more McShep fic, with nipple play this time please?" Hope this does the trick!

Exhaustion of Possibilities

Lost Latitudes, NC-17, John/Rodney, by wolfshark

2008-01-04T22:42:47Z

Lost Latitudes
Word Count: 1900
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John's hand dropping onto the back of his neck made him jump a little. "I got you," John said. "Just relax."

Lost Latitudes

'Spank Me' January Challenge over at kinkofthemonth

2008-01-03T05:01:24Z

The kinkofthemonth Challenge for January is SPANKING!

The Challenge post is here!

Open to all fic and art appropriate to the Challenge.

The Challenge is open til January 31st.

Thanks,
sonot

And On Til Morning... McKay/Lorne. NC-17. D/s and Breathplay

2008-01-01T17:04:08Z

Its my first post here so if make a boo boo with the posting please let me know!

Title: And On Til Morning...
Author: sonotgoingthere
Pairing: McKay/Lorne
Main character: Major Evan Lorne and Dr. Rodney McKay
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rodney, Evan, a Puddlejumper and a bag of tricks... what more could a girl want??
Word Count: 6,363
Warnings: D/s, Possisiveness or Jealousy, Asphyxiation (Breath Play) WARNING - If you don't like breathplay, don't read it.
Disclaimer: Not Mine, No money made.
Betas: Thank you to zafra and </a></b></a>lishel_fracrium for the Beta, and </a></b></a>wolfshark for the hand holding.
Author's Notes: Written for the 'Sex In Space' Challenge for kinkofthemonth. All mistakes are of my own making. Xposted to mckay_lorne, atlantiskink,malesofatlantis,lorne_porn and my journal.
Feedback: Please feed the Author.

Evan's hands skimmed over the controls as the HUD flashed to life.

“Atlantis control, this is Puddlejumper Three. We’re ready for take off.”

“Puddle Jumper Three, this is control, you are go for take off,” replied the technician.

“Good to hear Control, we will proceed according to the flight plan with four hourly check ins.” The words tumbled over Evan's lips, reflexively speaking themselves, hundred of hours flying having ingrained the pattern into his mind. The contact and his preflight routine helped calm his nerves.

Evan's eyes caught the reflection of Rodney's face off the HUD. His eyes strayed to his lips for a moment. Evan felt the subtle muscle under his groin restrict at the thought of kissing the scientist until both of them were slack with pleasure. He shifted his eyes away from the temptation, adding another level to his own private game of Don’t Spook Your Geek.

Though he wouldn't allow himself to show it, Evan was as nervous as his lover, jittering and spewing words beside him. By the looks of it, his partner in crime was well on his way to a panic attack.

“Rodney”, Evan cut him off mid rant, “you can't do your flying lesson while having a panic attack, ok? Take a few deep breaths and focus on the console for a minute; that's it, breath in, breath out...”

Evan was repeating “in, out” in what he hoped was a soothing voice, until he realized that he had unconsciously fallen into the same breathing pattern. He matched Rodney breath for breath until the other man regained his control.

Rodney dropped his chin to his chest, hanging his head with shoulders slumped.

“I'm sorry,” said Rodney in a small voice.

Evan smiled through his nerves.

“Nothing to be sorry about. You're nervous. That's normal. Just try to relax. You wanted this right?” Evan waited for the other man to nod before continuing. “Everything will be alright, Rodney. You just need to relax”.

Evan reviewed the flight plan before he switched the controls over to Autopilot, suppressing a momentary wince at the thought that pilots could one day be replaced by programming.

He turned to Rodney, chair turning with him. He leaned forward slightly, elbows on knees, hands hanging loosely between his legs, and took a few calming breaths. Failing to gain the composure he needed, he kept his eyes on his hands.

“If you don't what to do this, we won’t,” said Evan.

Evan looked up after a few moments, feeling the silence like a weight on his shoulders. Rodney’s blinding smile greeted him, bleeding the tension from his shoulders.

“You're nervous too. Thank god,” breathed Rodney.

Now it was Evan's turn to apologize. “Sorry. I didn't mean to kill the mood.”

Great one Major, he berated himself. Way ruin the whole day.

Evan felt his stomach tighten. He'd been looking forward to this ever since Rodney had given him four neatly written pages of pure, unadulterated, erotic fantasy. He'd thought getting Rodney to tell him his fantasies would be hot, but he’d been blindsided by detail; the pure heat in Rodney's words.

That Rodney was shy in bed had been a surprise. That Rodney was painfully polite, almost coy, had been a shock. If Evan hadn't kissed him first, they never would have gotten together.

Can I touch you? Is it alright if I do this? Will you touch me please? Endless questions Evan had expected. The devotion to finding the best ways to please him he’d pretty much expected. The real shocker had been how quiet Rodney was when they made love. The quiet little moans and hitched breaths were ten times quieter than Evan had imagined. And he’d imagined it a lot.

The first time Rodney had looked up at him, terrified he'd done the wrong thing, Evan had vowed to seriously hurt whoever had been so cruel to Rodney. Evan had petted and reassured Rodney as best he could even as he’d ached inside over his lover's insecurities.

He'd thought that Rodney would enjoy some games Evan was rather fond of but hadn't found the right way to broach the subject with his oh-so-shy lover.

Evan had tried to broach the subject covertly by asking Rodney about his fantasies during a particularly pleasant post coital haze. Evan had not-quite-jokingly told Rodney about his tamer Puddlejumper fantasies as he kissed and stroked his lover down from his orgasm. He'd waggled his eyebrows and asked the Scientist if he'd had any fantasies set in the 'Jumper. Rodney had demurred and fled, leaving Evan to kick himself for ruining the mood.

Evan had gone back to the metaphorical drawing board for fresh ideas on how to introduce his lover to the joys of sexual expression and experimentation. That was why, when Rodney had come to his door three days later and presented him an envelope, he'd been understandably confused.

Seriously, paper? Where the hell had Rodney found paper?

Rodney had stammered something about not being good with words and could Evan just read it and if he didn't like what he read they would never, ever speak of it again.

Evan had needed a few moments to compose himself.

Ok, he'd been dumbstruck.

Evan stood unbelievingly in his doorway until he realized he was staring at the envelope. He’d looked up to see Rodney’s delightful ass as it disappeared around the corner.

At least he’d been cognizant enough to read the letter before he’d attempted to get any more out of the scientist.

Evan had opened the envelope while sitting on his bed. It's had been like Christmas, his birthday and flying a Puddlejumper for the first time all in one.

Rodney pressed his hands to his knees, smiling at Evan with the same open joy he'd used when Evan had given him a Cadbury chocolate. Huffing out a breath, Rodney stood and walked a little drunkenly to the rear compartment.

“I packed everything I mentioned in the.. you know..” said Rodney, a twirled finger replaced the words, letter, story, fucking hot instructions on how to make Rodney squeal like a girl, “.. and some other things I though might interest you.”

Relieved, Evan watched as Rodney pulled a back pack from the webbing, openly ogling the firm, pert ass in front of him. Evan was maybe, just maybe, a little possessive of the round, fleshy ass Rodney sported.

Evan had never really seen slim frames as attractive. He much preferred the solid build Rodney's had. Rodney seemed to think that he wasn't all that attractive. Evan would have laughed if he didn't know the extent of his lover’s insecurities.

“Rodney,” called Evan, still in his seat.

Rodney's arms were stretched over his head in an attempt to dislodge a stubborn backpack. He froze, mid act, and looked back at Evan with frightened eyes.

“You don’t want to do it?” whispered Rodney, concerned.

Evan checked that the Autopilot was functioning properly before he joined Rodney in the rear compartment.

“I want to Rodney,” Evan said as he gripped his lover’s shoulders, “I really do.”

Evan closed his eyes for a minute. He needing to push the rage at the carelessness of past lovers aside or he wouldn’t be able to fulfill Rodney’s fantasy. Evan purposely sought the place of quiet in his head used for these games.

He pitched his voice low, even and steady. “The only thing you need to do today, all you have to worry about, is doing exactly what I tell you to do.”

He lifted Rodney head with a firm hand to his chin. Evan searched his eyes for any trace of fear or doubt; drawing a sharp breath at the look that greeted him. Calm blue eyes shone back at him. The Major dropped his hand to cup Rodney’s biceps and leaned in close to his lover’s ear.

“You’re going to take off your clothes for me, Rodney. Take them off one by one, fold them and put them neatly on the bench. Then you’re going to kneel on the floor in front of me.,” Evan held up a hand for silence when Rodney tried to interject, “Ah uh, Rodney. No talking. From now you can speak only the words ‘Evan’, ‘Sir’ or ‘Yes’ at will. You can answer direct questions. You can make any non verbal sounds you like. In fact, I want you to make non verbal noises. But no talking.”

Evan paused to let the words sink in. He studied Rodney’s face for any sign of distress. Rodney stood in front of him impatiently. Waiting for something?

Oh.

“You can get undressed now, Rodney. Take your time.”

Rodney rolled his eyes; managing to communicate the ‘morons, all morons’ without speaking. Evan smiled at his lover indulgently. He’d wanted to get Rodney naked since he’d found the good Doctor asleep at his desk when walking patrol in his first week. Now he wanted to do it as often as possible.

He was positive that Sheppard had put him on that route to teach him something about Rodney. After his first mission with Rodney in that awful suit he’d made the error to speak to Sheppard about Rodney being in the field.

Rodney was a Scientist. He obviously wasn’t suited to field work. What the hell had Sheppard been thinking? Sheppard had grinned and told him not to worry. He’d sort it out.

Sheppard had. Evan had patrolled the Labs route for three weeks. In that three weeks he’d learned that Rodney was first to the Labs everyday and last to leave. That Rodney would stay there until someone dragged him out or sleep seduced him.

Rodney removed his shirt and put the neatly folded garment on the opposite bench. Evan loved Rodney’s broad chest with its pinky brown nipples and dusting of fine hair. The pilot adjusted his pants as the images of what he would do with those nipples superimposed themselves on Rodney’s skin.

“Nice,” said Evan, voice laden with lust.

The belt came next, coiled and placed beside the shirt. Shoes and socks removed then stowed under the bench. Pants and boxers were removed as one, separated and neatly folded on top of the shirt.

Naked, Rodney kneeled more gracefully then Evan expected and placed his palms down on his thighs. Head bowed. Feet splayed under his behind. Rodney took on a Zen like calm as he waited patiently for Evan’s next instruction.

Evan let his eyes trail over Rodney’s body. Smooth skin over broad shoulders and chest rising perpendicular to his thick thighs. Delicate hands. Rodney’s semi-hard cock nestled amongst the soft downy hair between his legs. Soft stomach.

Evan knew Rodney hated his soft middle but Evan loved the soft, rounded belly. He hated that Ronon had made it his personal mission to try and get rid of it. Mine echoed through Evan’s tumbled thoughts.

“What’s your safe word Rodney? Answer please.”

“Einstein.”

“And what is your caution word?”

“Newton.”

Evan nodded as he reached above for the pack. He placed it on his lap as he slowly unzipped the opening. He allowed the sound to fill the silence in the jumper and grinned as Rodney shivered the sound echoing around the compartment.

Rodney kept his eyes downcast as his breath sped up.

Evan peered in the bag.

Nipple clamps. Check.

Lube. Check.

Rope. Check.

Condoms. Check.

Cock Rings. Check.

Evan removed the uppermost item from the bag. Rope made of the plain dyed fiber common amongst the Athosians. It was softer than the military issue nylon. Evan smiled at his lover. He adored how protective Rodney was of his skin. The pilot placed the rope on the floor directly in front of Rodney, ensuring it was close enough to be seen even with his eyes down cast.

Evan lined each item up carefully in front of Rodney, displaying them to his lover like some vendor in a far off bazaar.

Evan picked up rope from the display. He coiled the length around his hand slowly as he crouched down in front of his lover. His lips teased a breath over Rodney’s ear as he spoke.

“I’m going to tie your hands together now. I want to tie them in front of you so I can bend you over the console and fuck you without having to untie them,” whispered Evan into Rodney’s ear. “That way I get to see you pushing against the console to get more of my cock in you.”

Rodney moaned at the description and tilted his head slightly as he stretched his spine straighter to chase the lips on his earlobe. Evan smirked as he looped the rope on itself and tied a releasing knot in one end.

He looped the first knot over Rodney’s right arm; an inch above the wrist to make sure the knots didn’t hurt his favourite scientist. He wrapped the rope around Rodney’s forearms and then tied a second release knot at the other end.

Evan had tested it on his legs earlier in the week to make sure that the binding would be comfortable and could be removed with a firm tug. Nowhere in this galaxy was safe enough for heavy bindings. The height meant Rodney couldn’t remove them accidentally.

“You look so fucking hot like this, with your chest on display for me.” Inhaling Rodney’s unique scent, he continued. “Your nipples are hard already. I can see how hungry they are to be touched. I can’t wait to put the clamps on them. I love how hot you look right now, flushed and panting for me.”

Rodney fixed his gaze on the clamps. Moisture glistened on his lower lip as his hot pink tongue peeked out to wet his them. His breath quickened and caught on every third or forth intake. Each catch made his entire torso jolt appealingly.

“Do you want the clamps now, Rodney? You may answer,” whispered Evan.

Rodney’s movements had slowed. His eyes seem to drag themselves away from the claps Evan’s. Pupils dilated, lip full and red, Rodney looked like the best kind of porn. His tongue pushed though his lips to wet his dry mouth.

“Yes, Evan. Sir.”

Evan picked the clamps up from the floor with deliberately casual movements. His lover’s eyes followed obediently. The clamps are simple but elegant in their design. They looked almost like rubber-tipped tweezers with a thin metal clip that slid up or down to increase the pressure. The two clamps were held together by a simple chain.

Evan indulged Rodney with a firm stroke of his hand through his downy soft hair, and then gripped the back of the physicist’s head to draw him into a searing kiss.

As his kissed the moaning man, Evan’s hands trailed down his lover’s chest and teased the moaning scientist’s pert nipples with his other hand. The little nubs jutted out from the surrounding flesh and begged for attention. Evan rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger to arouse the sensitive tip.

Rodney gave a soft sigh as he tipped his head backward and broke their kiss. His knees fell apart slightly as his chest thrust closer to the contact. Quickly, Evan pulled the nipple out and pinned it between the rubber-tipped ends of the clamp. He adjusted the clamp to just over a light setting. He thought Rodney could take more but didn’t want to risk anything higher their first time.

Rodney’s eyes flew open as his jaw dropped. His prostrate lover gasped an ‘oh’ before his eyes rolled back and a moan fell from his open lips. Evan couldn’t help but moan himself at Rodney’s response. So hot.

Rodney had unconsciously begun to act out Evan’s own fantasy. The one with the hot physicist.

Evan licked the trapped nub as he trailed his hand down the chain and lifted the second clamp to stroke across the opposite nipple. Rodney couldn’t seem to decide between moaning and cursing at the contact. He settled for alternating between the two. The flushed physicist broke off a curse and moaned long, low and deep as Evan gently flicked a tongue over Rodney’s trapped flesh.

Evan’s finger found the free nub as he lifted his head to kiss Rodney’s mouth. He pinched it lightly between thumb and forefinger as he mimicked his attentions to the first.

Rodney moaned into his mouth, barely distinguishable as “yes”, and “Evan”. Evan deepened the kiss with licks and scrapes of his tongue.

The second clamp was applied as Rodney’s eyes drift softly closed, the clip sliding into place with a metallic ‘sssink’. Rising, Evan stepped back a pace to look at his handy work.

Rodney looked wrecked. His eyelids sat heavily over his eyes, thin slithers of blue all that was left around blown pupils. His broad shoulders were curled outward, chin to chest, head down, elbows pointed out from his chest. His tied hands pulled taught to his body to leave the nipple clamps undisturbed.

Evan reached down for the lube and condom and put each in opposite pockets. Next he retrieved the cock rings from the display on the floor. He slid one into his pocket as he hooked the other in the curl of a pinky finger, ready - waiting to be administered to his willing lover, still kneeling, head bent to his chest.

He gave Rodney a few moments to adjust before he slowly tugged on his lover’s thick cock. Rodney keened low as his eyes rolled back; he moaned as Evan’s fist tightened just the way Rodney liked it. Evan used long pulls of his fist and flicked the pad of his thumb over the sensitive nerve at the base of the head.

He stretched the cock ring in his free hand, sliding it over the head and down to the base in one fluid motion. Every muscle in Rodney’s body clenched for a second before a disappointed cry dragged out of his quivering lips.

“We’re not there yet lover,” Evan coos. “Soon. I promise it will be worth it.”

Evan stood to his full height as he flicked the buckle of his belt open and moved his crotch directly in front of his lover’s face. He deepened his voice and took on a silky timbre, almost dangerous.

“Do you want to suck my cock? You’re such a cock whore. You want me to fuck your face? Hold your head while I shove my cock in your mouth? Take your mouth and fuck it?”

Rodney loved cock. Once Evan got Rodney’s lips around his cock, Rodney would suck, lick and mouth him with a look of pure bliss. The expression itself was almost as much of a turn on as Rodney’s very talented mouth.

Evan had made strict rules regarding thoughts of Rodney blowing him during work hours. Long nights patrolling were torture for him as he willed himself not to imagine Rodney’s little gaspy moans as he mouthed Evan’s cock through his pants. Rodney’s eyes would darken to almost navy, though you’d be hard pressed to see it around the engorged pupils.

Rodney may be excruciatingly shy in every other intimate act, but giving head made Rodney wanton and sluttish. The first time Rodney had blown Evan he’d come against the heel of his own hand pressed to his cock; before Evan had come. It had been so hot Evan hadn’t even been able to think to warn Rodney before he’d come in his mouth.

Evan still gets a little crazy at the sight of Rodney’s blood coloured lips wrapped around his cock.

Every. Damn. Time.

Rodney’s eyes had lost their focus, glassy and a little dazed, but still intent on the open buckle. His cheeks had gone pink with lust and his bottom lip hung loosely as his tongue lapped slowly at his top lip, mimicking the actions Rodney wished he could be performing on Evan’s ridged cock. The pilot smiled as he lifted his hand to stroke his lover’s hair.

“Stay still, Love. Be good and fuck your mouth.”

One hand continued to pet Rodney’s hair as the other hooked a thumb over the press stud on his pants. Evan pushed down firmly until the metal ticked its separation. Evan used the flattish top of his thumb to force the zipper down, noting the shift in Rodney’s neck muscles that signaled repressed motion; aborted need to follow Evan’s thumb as it reveals his naked cock.

Rodney’s jaw dropped at the discovery, eyes wide, expressive face open in shock. Evan smirked.

“I decided to adlib a little. I hope you don’t mind.” Evan murmured; voice husky with lust.

Rodney moaned loudly. His body shook slightly with suppressed need. His mouth opened and closed a few times, like he wanted to speak, comment, seeming only to stop when he realized that he wasn’t allowed to speak. That he was only allowed to moan and tremble.

Rodney moaned brokenly. His eyes sought Evan’s, shouting what he couldn’t say - so hot, I need you, please do it, want this - adoringly, beautifully needy and finally sheltered by his eyelids as they drifted down, closing over the brightest blue eyes Evan has even seen.

Rodney seemed to melt without actually moving. Thousands of teeny tiny muscles released as Rodney let go and gave Evan his wonderful gift of trust.

Something Evan couldn’t name bloomed in his chest and spread through his limps, tingling though the pilot’s veins, quieting his mind, soothing his body. A smile broke like rays of sunlight over the horizon, the kind that can only be seen from the air. Evan couldn’t help but moan at the figure waiting patiently to please him with his mouth.

“So good Love, you’re so good,” praised Evan, full of lust and something gentler at the blissful look on Rodney’s face.

Evan’s hand joined its mate, cupping the back of Rodney’s head, leaning it forward to meet his cock. Evan pulled upwards, gentle, firm, leading Rodney’s mouth to the tip of his cock. Rodney’s lips attached themselves to the head, bottom lip mouthing the sensitive patch underneath, tongue darting out quick and covert to lick at the same patch.

He feeds his cock into Rodney’s mouth, inch by sofuckinghotwetgood inch, sliding in one inch, pulling back, and then sliding in two, until Rodney is sucking breaths through his nose and groaning against the head as it slides down his throat.

Rodney’s tongue is Evan’s second-most favourite part of Rodney’s body. Tart and agile even when Rodney is silent, twisting, lapping and stroking Evan’s cock as it slides in and out. Evan drew panted breaths as he forced himself to go slow, let it build, wanting desperately to thrust into Rodney’s so willing mouth. He knew if he did the whole scene would end in disappointment; Rodney’s mouth felt so good he was almost willing to do it.

Almost. But the thoughts of Rodney’s lush ass were enough to keep his eyes on the prize.

Firmly, but still gently, lovingly, Evan took Rodney’s head back, returning him to his original position, this time hands tied, nipples bound tightly in the clamps. Evan was stunned, blinded by how intense the feelings of compassion, honesty and understanding poured through him.

Love even. Huh. Wow. He didn’t expect that.

Evan leaves his pants open but doesn’t take off his uniform. Rodney’s little tale had been very specific on that – Evan’s uniform stayed on. It’s an idea Evan warmed to as his blissed-out lover shivered with heat below him. He loved the chance to see Rodney’s pale but supple skin laid out before him. He didn’t know why keeping his uniform on made him feel in control, in charge, on top of things - but it did.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Love. Stand up.”

Rodney stood slowly. His balance seemed a bit off with his tied arms. Evan waited until Rodney was standing fully before striking. He grabbed Rodney’s upper arms and twisted his torso, spinning the scientist towards the front of the ‘Jumper.

He pulled Rodney flush to his clothed body, pressing the tops of his naked hips so that lovely butt was firm against Evan’s still wet cock. Rodney’s head dipped back over Evan’s shoulder, knees bent to increase the pressure. Desperate for contact. The feeling of cloth against his naked body made Rodney shiver.

Rodney was panting now. Little sucked-in breaths that did nothing to calm Evan’s arousal. Evan gripped Rodney’s waist firmly. His lover’s head fell to the side, leaving the stretch of his neck exposed. Evan couldn’t resist the gesture, taking small patches of skin between his lips as he teased gentle bites along the corded muscle.

He teased Rodney’s trapped nipples with his free hand as he guided his lover to the console. He stopped between the two chairs and bent Rodney over. He guided his lover’s forearms to the shelf above the controls to help him keep his balance.

Evan quietly suspected that the reason other men called Rodney gay was nothing to do with Rodney’s person and everything to do with the plump ass that called like a siren to be fucked. Evan had hazed Rodney on the first mission they’d been on together for that very reason.

It had taken a few months for Evan to realize that Rodney never, ever bent to work on something while another man was standing behind him. It had shocked him when he’d realized that it was to stop men looking at his ass.

Except Ronon. Sheppard. Maybe, just maybe, he admitted to himself, he'd been a little pissed about that. Jealous even. He may have even gotten a bit nasty to Rodney at times, taunted by the image of other men seeing that luscious behind pulled taught as Rodney bent over to work on something barely within arm’s reach.

And maybe, sometimes, he still got a little dark around the edges of his vision when he thought about Ronon or Sheppard with Rodney.

Mine, came the thought, unbidden, to the surface. Mine. Mine. Mine.

He slid his hands down the expanse of Rodney’s smooth back and found his favourite spot with his lips. Just between the shoulder blades. His hands dipped lower to tease the top of Rodney’s ass. With his thumbs hooked into the crevice just over his lover’s tailbone he pushed down.

“You’re so fucking hot like this, Rodney. So very good for me. I love how you look, over the console, sky flashing by as your ass rubs against my cock.”

Rodney’s back arched inward, head back, far enough for the skin of his back to loosen between his shoulder blades. Enough for Evan’s teeth to find purchase. Take hold and draw the thin flesh into his mouth. Biting and sucking, Evan attacked the spot with his teeth, lips and tongue.

He worried the skin between his teeth as Rodney’s moans spiked in pitch and volume. His teeth sunk impossibly deeper into Rodney’s skin; Evan sucked hard enough to feel the blood rush into the patch he marked as his own.

Mine. Mine. Mine, repeated in his thoughts until he’s sure that the words have been etched into Rodney’s skin with each roll of his teeth.

He didn’t want to stop, didn’t think he could leave it at just one mark. Evan was tempted - too tempted - to do something more extreme. Tempted to lick and suck his name into Rodney’s back; get a permanent marker and write this hot scientist belongs to Evan Lorne. But this is for Rodney. Rodney’s fantasy; Rodney’s needs. He stamped the urges down, filed them away for another day. Promised himself he could come back to this spot, mark it again later.

Evan was sure that no one could take someone from you if they knew; deep down, that they were yours. The trick was to make them understand it.

“Fuck Rodney you’re so hot like this, pink ass rubbing against my cock, bright red mark on your back. You belong to me Rodney. You’re mine. You’re mine; mine alone, no one else’s. No one else gets you like this, loose and pliant, ass begging to be fucked. No one else gets you tied up and bent over a console. No one. Do you hear me? Answer me.”

“Yes, Evan, Sir,” came the breathless response, dragged across lips that had forgotten speech.

“Fuck,” moaned Evan as he squeezed the base of his cock.

Evan pulled back from the tempting behind to regain some control. The entire scene would end too quickly if Evan didn’t keep his dick in check.

Damn Rodney and his fuckable body.

Evan pulled the second cock ring from his pocket and clipped it on as quickly as he could. The pain/pleasure zinged through him and he had to take several calming breaths to keep from coming all over Rodney’s luscious cheeks.

“Feel what you do to me Rodney?” interrogated Evan as he slid his cock back between Rodney’s cheeks. “Feel how hard you make me? I could come all over you right now, just seeing you like this, so hot, so wanton. You’re such a slut for me Rodney.”

Evan curled his fingers around Rodney’s hipbones, thumbs still pressed between the top of his cheeks. He used his leverage to rub the physicist’s naked ass over the head of his cock.

“Tell me how much you want it, Rodney. This is your one chance to talk, and if you make it good, I’ll fuck you long and hard. Tell me.”

The words seemed to rip free from Rodney’s mouth as he ground his ass against Evan’s cock.

“Please fuck me, Evan, fuck, Sir, please, please fuck me. I’m so fucking hot right now I’ll burn up if you don’t touch me. Put your fingers inside me. Use me. Don’t make me wait. Don’t make me scream and beg for you to fuck me. Oh, Fuck. Oh god, please. Evan, I need to come. I need it so, so much. It’s too much; oh fuck, Evan, please. I want to feel you inside me. I want you, I need you inside me,” Rodney’s voice rose sharply at the end, breaking slightly. “Evan, please, it hurts not to have you inside me.”

Evan’s carefully scripted scene went out the window as Rodney’s hips mimicked fucking himself onto his cock. Evan couldn’t breathe for the want, the clawing need to fuck Rodney having heard him beg for it.

Evan removed the lube from his pocket and slicked his index and middle finger quickly. Then he poured lube between the cheeks of Rodney’s pert ass.

They’d done this enough for the pilot to know that Rodney could take it a bit rough. That he liked it a little bit rough. Evan circled his index finger around Rodney’s tempting hole a few times before he pushed through the ring of muscle. He slid his finger in and out a few times to coat the entrance with lube and added a second finger.

Rodney moaned as the second finger breached him, fucking himself back on Evan’s hand with what little motion he can generate with his bound arms and position on the console.

Evan slid a third finger between the first and second and ripped the condom open with his teeth. He sucked the tip of the condom into his mouth to unravel the end. The panting pilot pinched the tip of the condom and fumbled a little awkwardly with it at the end of his cock before the condom caught enough for him to roll it all the way down to the base.

Three fingers pumped away as Rodney fucked himself onto Evan’s hand. The sight caused Evan to drip the lube inelegantly over his rubber coated cock. He coated the lube over the condom with his free fist as he lined up the head with the hand that worked in and out of Rodney’s slicked hole.

His well constructed scene had not contented with a slutty Rodney begging to be fucked.

Evan slid his cock over the base of his fingers. He removed the fingers and between one rocked motion of Rodney’s hips and the next, let Rodney fuck himself back onto Evan’s waiting cock.

Rodney hit the hot, hard cock with a moan and pushed back hard until his ass rested against the cradle of Evan’s hips.

He found Rodney’s hip bones with a slick hand, grabbed hold and forced Rodney still while his body adjusted to the cock now embedded in his passage. Rodney keened as he shifted his hips to get more friction, but Evan held firm.

Slowly, Evan drew back till the tip of his cock was gripped in the tight ring of muscle guarding Rodney’s entrance. Panting slightly, he sunk back into the slick heat of his lover. Rodney was so hot. So hot and so smooth around his cock.

Evan shifted slightly with each drive into his lover, until he could hear Rodney shriek as his cock rode over the bound man’s prostate.

Evan’s leant his weight onto Rodney’s back as he lined his thumbs on either side of his lover’s jugular.

”You want me to do it, Love? Answer me. Do you want me to?”

This had been the one thing that had shocked Evan. He hadn’t believed Rodney capable of it. He read it in Rodney’s fantasy, neatly printed words - And then you put your hand over my throat and squeeze just enough to make it hard to breathe, to make it impossible to breathe, to take my breath away, and I can’t bear how hot it is… Evan had opened his pants and fucked his hand fast and dirty over that line.

“Yes, yes, yes,” continued the chant, turning soundless as Evan applied pressure to the wind pipe and cut the air flow.

Evan’s heart thudded double time and head chanted almost too much, almost too much to the beat. The white building behind his eyes almost blinded him as he fought to hold onto his control.

Rodney was trembling, soundlessly whispering something beneath him. Momentarily panicked Evan relaxed his hold. Evan dreaded the hearing the words Einstein or Newton. He leaned closer, pressing into Rodney’s back to get closer to the whispered words. Evan’s own breath froze when he finally caught the broken sounds.

“Yes, Evan, Yes, Yes, Evan, Sir, yes.” Tumbled from Rodney’s lips, pleading, demanding, begging all at once.

Evan sighed with relief as he lent further into Rodney’s strong back. He trailed one hand down Rodney’s sweaty chest to his cock. Evan flattened his hand over Rodney’s throat, careful to spread the pressure as he tightened his grip once again. Not hard enough to cut the breath off, but enough to make it difficult.

Evan gave Rodney’s cock a few long and steady pulls before he flicked off the cock ring.

“You’re so fucking hot, Rodney, so beautiful like this,” cooed Evan as he increased the speed of his strokes, “Come for me.”

Rodney came immediately, body seemingly frozen for a split second before an all-over shudder wracked his frame. Rodney impaled himself on Evan’s cock, moaning long, low, loud and dirty as thick white fluid spilled into Evan’s hand.

Heat pooled in Evan’s groin, the intensity of Rodney’s orgasm shattering the last of Evan’s control. Evan came, pounding himself into Rodney as he shot hot white fluid into Rodney’s willing hole. He didn’t stop thrusting until the friction made continuing painful.

Evan’s gripped the console near his lover hips until he regained use of his legs. He turned the chair on his right so he could sit and pulled the still shuddering Rodney onto his lap. Rodney’s arms surrounded his shoulders and he shifted his head until it was cradled in the nook created by Evan’s neck and shoulder. The scientist’s breathing calmed slowly.

“You can talk now if you want,” offered Evan, after long silent minutes.

Rodney sighed softly and nuzzled the batch of skin below Evan’s ear before replying.

“Can we take the nipple clamps off now? They’re starting to be a bit uncomfortable.”

“Sure.”

Evan stroked Rodney’s chest lightly with one hand as he released Rodney’s right nipple, pressing lightly to relieve some of the pain. He rubbed his chin over the CSO’s soft hair until his breath calmed. Then he repeated the action to remove the second clamp.

Evan tipped his head back to look his lover in the eyes. Or tried too. His scientist looked sleepy and sated, eyes barely open. Rodney smiled softly as he ran a light finger through the hair that littered Evan’s chest.

“Did you like it?” Evan asked quietly.

His tired lover breathed another soft sigh. When did that sound become so sexy?

Rodney’s eyes drifted open as he nodded. A smile broke over Rodney’s face. If Evan was a more poetic man he might have called the expression dreamy.

Evan felt his lips curl in response.

“So, you would like to try something like this again?” he asked as he nuzzled Rodney’s nose.

Eyes locked with Evan’s as Rodney nodded again.

“I think I can say without reservation that that was the best sex of my life. Oh, and that thing you said about being yours?”

Evan froze. He’d hoped that part would have been lost in the overall haze of great sex.

“Yeah?”

“Works both ways. You’re mine, too. Also, declarations of continuing affections will need to wait until I’m thinking again.”

That brought the smile back to Evan’s face.

“You’re not thinking now?”

“No. This is pretty much my brain on idle. Don’t worry. It will come back before we get to Atlantis.”

“Good. I like your ideas.”

“Well, even for me, this was a great one. But it wouldn’t have worked if you weren’t so willing to go along with it. Do you mind? That I like this stuff? We don’t have to do this kind of thing but I really enjoyed it, and it helps me relax, which is very important for the success of the mission…”

Evan silenced Rodney with a sharp kiss.

“Yeah. I think I can live with that.”

Fic Rec

2007-12-29T20:49:48Z

Hello, I recently read an AU WIP that I think would be enjoyed by members of this Community. The author doesn't have an LJ, so she is happy for me to post a link on her behalf.

Title: Rising Above
Author: Susan
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Kink: Non-con, Power games
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Evil!Sheppard in a parallel universe. Poor Dr. McKay with a family to feed.

"To be honest, no one cares about you. You are completely and utterly useless. We live in a world full of scientists. You won the cosmic lottery. I chose you over hundreds of others. Male and female. You are nothing more than a toy to be used and abused. A smart toy who asks stupid questions. I'm giving you everything you could hope for your family. All I ask in return is for you to get on your knees for me. Is that really such a terrible exchange?"

Here's a link to the story Rising Above

I have previously posted a rec for this story in Atlantis Kink. Before posting here I tried to determine if there is a large overlap among the members of the two communities and based on my check thought it would be acceptable to crosspost here :)