The Hunt 1

Caught

by dudette

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asd/dudette/caught.php
Summary: That wicked smile Ronan had when he found Rodney hanging upside down. I just couldn't let it go, it wanted to be written

Ronan smiled in amusement at the scholar hanging upside down in front of him as he babbled an introduction and asked for help. It was obvious he wasn't a warrior as Colonel Shepherd and the woman Teyla had been. For one thing he was too soft, and he would never have been caught in such an obvious trap if he were properly trained. It appeared that he had been armed though, before the dangerous and corrupted Ford had caught up with him.

Ronan felt his smile widen as he looked at the helpless man before him. He took a deep breath, enjoying his freedom for the first time in seven years. No more running, and fighting just to survive, always alone, rarely even taking time for the pleasure of his own right hand. It had been a brutal seven years and he hadn't any companionship. One hot meal had damned a whole village. He would savor every moment of his new freedom enjoy every pleasure as one would suck the marrow from the bones of a delicate Thrai. He even enjoyed the flicker of fear that flashed across McKay's face as he sensed some of Dex's predatory intent.

"Are you a bargaining man Rodney McKay?" Ronan watched the man twist from the rope in front of him as his panicky senses registered his danger and he spotted the evidence of Ronan's arousal. Dex felt his mouth water as he looked at the soft belly and the round muscled ass of the other man. No, not a warrior, but perfect for fucking; that soft flesh covering muscle. He was already hard from the heady taste of his freedom from the Hunting Wraith. His sex throbbed insistently as he examined his prize.

"Um, bargaining yes, I've been known to broker a mean bargain in my time." The scholar's words were bold but the timber of his voice and the rush of his words betrayed his nerves.

"My proposal is simple. I cut you down from there, and get you out of the path of the Wraith not to mention your crazy friend Ford and in exchange you share your body with me."

"Share, share my body? Surely, you don't mean..." McKay's voice wavered.

Dex cut right through his babbling, "I cut you down, and take you to a place I know and you let me fuck you. You say yes, I cut you down. You say no, I leave you there for whoever finds you first. Probably the Wraith."

"But I've never, I mean I don't... That's blackmail. Surely you wouldn't leave an innocent man for the Wraith." McKay practically squeaked as his composure deserted him and he swung wildly trying to pull himself up.

Ronan stilled his useless frenzy. He was tied hand and foot as well as upside down. Dex let his own hard gaze help convince McKay that he was serious. The long look McKay took of his engorged penis gave word to his sincerity. "I've no way of knowing whether you're an innocent man or not. It's not my responsibility to rescue every ill-equipped Runner from the Wraith."

"Besides," He grinned again. McKay didn't appear pleased by his expression. "Your inexperience will be all the sweeter when I make you moan your pleasure aloud along with my own."

McKay hesitated apparently thinking frantically of the odds of his own people getting to him before Ford or the Wraith. Fifty-fifty at best and with all the chaos Ford was causing he couldn't be guaranteed an even percentage. Dex was betting he liked better odds than that.

"Yes, or No?" Ronan demanded.

"Yes," Rodney was resigned his eyes squished shut in defeat.

Ronan snorted a soft laugh as he pulled his knife out to cut the man down. His prey would be wearing a much different expression when he was through with him.

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Rodney was jittering and trying to think of a way to get out of this ridiculous bargain. He was a genius he should be able to outsmart a barbarian. Okay, a barbarian who'd outsmarted and out-fought the Wraith for seven years but still. Problem was his hands were still tied and now there was more walking when he'd already been walking all day. Apparently his unenthusiastic expression wasn't too well hidden, and Ronan Dex, what kind of name was that anyway? Thought he should know what exactly a Runner was and that he'd survived being one for seven years. Rodney was reluctantly impressed but that didn't mean he wanted to offer up his ass to the man.

"Wait a minute, how did you get away? I mean they clearly had a means of locating you. What changed? Things did change right, I mean we aren't in any danger here are we?" Rodney thought this was a damn poor bargain indeed if not only did he have to offer his virgin ass but still risk the Wraith attacking and sucking the life out of him while doing so.

It appeared that he'd amused the man again.

"Your Dr. Beckett took the tracking device out a few hours ago. So you can understand how anxious I am to indulge my freedom. After all it's been seven years." Ronan pulled him to an abrupt stop and looked around alertly apparently recognizing the terrain.

"Wait you mean you saw Beckett today? And Shepherd and Teyla? Are they alright? Wait, seven years, you mean it's been seven years since you? And you want me? Are you out of your mind? Of course I'm a wonderful catch you understand but really, if you come back to our settlement you can meet a nice woman. What do you say? Surely that would be better than settling for me."

Ronan ignored his questions and put a hand on his head ordering, "Down," while crouching himself and crawling through a wall of particularly thick foliage, pulling on Rodney's collar to make him follow.

When they emerged on the other side there were two big boulders angled to each side forming a barrier with the thick vegetation as the third line of a triangle. It was an impenetrable little cubby if you knew exactly where to look and how to hide.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" But Ronan was already pulling off his coat and throwing it on the thick grass-like vegetation under their feet. He started loosening his pants but stopped at Rodney's outburst.

"No, I'm not kidding." He sounded deadly serious and headed towards angry. Which Rodney really didn't want if he could avoid it "If you can't keep your half of the bargain I'm going to leave your hands tied and do all the work myself. Might wreck your clothes though, but it's up to you, your choice."

"Oh great, more blackmail. 'Take your clothes off or I'll rip them off you' doesn't sound like a decent set of choices to me." When Dex simply raised a scowling eyebrow at him he ungraciously gave in.

"Fine, fine, untie me and I'll take my suit off." Rodney held his breath when the knife passed through the rope still holding his wrists tightly together in front of him. He was going to try a stall tactic but Ronan's flinty expression dissuaded him. Rodney began dragging the rubber suit off but apparently the difficult material wasn't coming off fast enough to please Dex whose own hands joined the struggle and were much more ruthless with the rubber once he discovered more clothing underneath.

Dex totally ignored Rodney's commentary on the lethal sun rays and his own vulnerable skin, at least verbally, but Rodney noticed that he dragged his coat and them into the shadows of the vegetation. Then Rodney didn't have time to notice any more details of their surroundings because Ronan's hands were becoming very familiar and removing his underwear while his mouth had finally silenced Rodney by taking complete control. His tongue ruthlessly plundered Rodney's mouth exploring every crevice and surface, setting up a rhythm that mimicked the act his curious, sensual hands were quickly, efficiently, and utterly without regard to Rodney's modesty preparing his body for penetration.

When the first finger plunged inside his rectum his whole body jerked and his mouth slackened costing Rodney all his efforts to keep up with Ronan's dominating kisses. He was assaulted on too many fronts with too much sensation and for a long time he was simply lost accepting the stimulation without being able to react as Ronan took and took and took driving him mad with sensations, deep shocks of pleasure after pleasure.

One finger was joined by a second coated with something cool and slippery. Rodney moaned into Ronan's mouth as his body accepted the second finger and the probing stretching search. Rodney's mewling cry and his jerking hips as he rubbed his hard flesh into Ronan's naked thigh seemed to amuse the man. If the wicked chuckle into his mouth was anything to go by. Ronan had discovered his prostate. It felt like freezing lightning being applied to his balls. Rodney uttered another choked cry as a third finger joined the fray being stuffed into his rectum and torturing his prostate. It was eerie and awful and good, being stretched full and electrocuted with sensation at the same time but he needed more. His cock was dripping but it wasn't enough to get him off, over the edge. He...needed more.

"More. More, God, More." Rodney chanted to himself but was appalled to discover his voice sounding aloud. Surely that wasn't him. But as he was unceremoniously turned onto his hands and knees he knew it was true.

Rodney grabbed two handfuls of Dex's coat as his ass was spread and he felt Dex line up the head of his cock against his crevice and push. His body was split by the hot bulk of Ronan's penis sliding, burning, opening him in one long sizzling unrelenting thrust that seemed to last forever and cored him like a sword. He buried his face and his strangled laughing groan into the coat as well. He was so full, so full he was afraid he might burst; his flesh felt so tight and stretched around Ronan's penis that it was both pleasure and pain at the same time.

He was horribly confused. He vaguely heard himself mumbling about too full, take it out but he wasn't sure he heard it himself let alone carrying the sound to Dex. Then Dex began to move, not particularly slowly, but carefully as if he were searching for something. He pulled out and then angled down; and Rodney was Full, Full, and then empty, hollowed like a gourd before Ronan flowed back in relentless as the tide but down deeper than he had gone before and Rodney screamed into the coat as lightning stroked up his body through his cock and nipples and out his mouth. Oh God, Again, and Again, and Again. His mind chanted it as his body was shocked with it, convulsing over and over as Ronan hit his prostate on each down-stroke making his mind white out with lightning as the pleasure drove him face down over his knees to scream and sob his delight into the sound muffling leather.

Just when it seemed that it couldn't get any better, or worse, Ronan speeded his strokes and Rodney's flesh didn't have any time to close before it opened again. Then one of those mammoth hands wrapped around his cock and pulled, once, twice, thrice, before his body contracted in paroxysms of freezing, searing, roaring pleasure so huge it rolled out of his body in lightning waves of sperm.

There was several moments of lost time, a shocked part of him noted that that had never happened before, as he came to sprawled over the magnanimous leather coat with Ronan's half-hard body still penetrating his. He shivered in weary, erotic arousal as his exhausted body tried to respond to the pleasure giving source it had learned all too well, just like Pavlov's dog, he snorted at himself in disgust.

Ronan's chest was heaving companionably against Rodney's back but he managed to support his own weight on one hand before he half rolled moving his chest but leaving as much of his lower body in place as he could. His cock was happy where it was and hardening up again nicely. His hand moved over the magnificent ass he was buried in so deeply. Ancestors. What a great fuck McKay was. The guy might not shut up until he got laid but he was worth it. He could understand why Shepherd kept him around. He frowned. McKay hadn't lied about his inexperience despite his extremely responsive body. So he didn't know why Shepherd kept him around but he knew why he should, he grinned. He wondered if McKay was up for another round.

Then Ronan sighed, because though Rodney's body felt interested there wasn't time, and he kept his bargains. Maybe later.

Rodney was lit in his erotic haze as Ronan slowly disengaged their bodies, setting all his nerves on fire but quickly realized as the strokes on his ass turned to firm pats that it was time to put his clothes on. They silently dressed. Great. One of the best sexual experiences of his life had been with the wrong gender and under duress. He was so not going to be talking about this to anyone. He met the barbarian's gaze evenly. Dex blinked and his thoughtful gaze sharpened a moment and he gave a tiny nod. So Ronan wasn't going to be saying anything either, and maybe just maybe there would be an opportunity to do it again in the future. Of course only if it were necessary. Of course.

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