The Hunt 2

Chased

by dudette

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asd/dudette/chased.php
Summary: Ronan and Rodney have been ignoring their previous encounter until now. But Ronan is ready for another go around

Rodney was clearly on everyone's shit list and Ronan just as obviously didn't care. Apparently blowing up three quarters of an uninhabited solar system barely made a blip on his radar. He obviously had his own issues to deal with because whatever had happened on that trade mission he and Teyla had gone on hadn't relieved the tension or discontent he was currently feeling as he raked a distasteful gaze around the control room.

Hmm, that was strange some of his moodiness appeared to be taking its leave with Teyla's presence. Ronan looked up suddenly as if feeling Rodney's gaze on him and that was all it took to acquire his attention. Rodney found himself unable to look away and helplessly answering the burning summons in that stare as if it had been a verbal command, Follow.

Ronan took one of the side corridors that led to an empty section of Atlantis one that had been explored but deemed unsuitable for crew quarters. There were too many unexplained rooms of interesting and varied use. So the science section had cried off limits until they had a better understanding of what these places did, and how that would affect the power consumption and usage. The investigations had been put off to defend Atlantis and until recently they were spread too thin to do justice in this section. After which Rodney had determined there wasn't anything of use for defense in this section anyway. They appeared to be a recreation area and while that might be entertaining they weren't vital so all research into this section had been put on hold.

Rodney followed Ronan part of him was peering into the rooms and speculating excitedly what this one or that one did, but most of the rest of him was heating with a different kind passion. They hadn't done this since that first disastrous meeting where they'd lost Ford. The guilt had disturbed him. While realistically he knew that he'd done everything he could for Ford including annoying him into hanging him upside down from a tree. He couldn't help but wonder if he and more particularly Ronan had been there when Shepherd had cornered Ford if they couldn't have prevented him from bolting right into a Wraith Dart beam. Of course that was ridiculous, Ronan was too busy blackmailing Rodney into accepting his temporary protection for sex. Not a decision he was likely to have been able to change though he did try.

Rodney had to give him credit not by word or deed had Ronan done anything to reveal their previous tryst until today. He had taken his cue from Teyla and treated Rodney with the same sort of amused tolerance and the occasional disdain that Shepherd wielded so effectively. In fact Rodney had been under the distinct impression that the big Satitan fighter was definitely interested in Teyla. So. It looked like they'd had a misunderstanding or falling out of some sort. Guess who'd been elected to relieve all that stress and tension.

The really shameful part of it was that Rodney could hardly wait even knowing that Ronan was probably dealing with a problem from Teyla. He'd dreamed of his encounter with Ronan, in Technicolor with the appropriate sensory accessories and the wet sheets to prove it. He'd never been so turned on or surrendered so faithfully in his life.

Rodney was never aware of John's almost soundless footfalls trailing almost out of sight in the corridor behind him, and Ronan who was perfectly aware of Shepherd's tread just didn't care. Ronan needed the relief, the pleasure the scientist could provide, and it appeared it was going to take some time to regain the trust he'd lost with Teyla.

It had been granted so easily that he hadn't fully appreciated it until he'd damaged it. He regretted the necessity and for carelessly pulling Teyla into a situation that compromised her belief in him. The understanding that had flowed so effortlessly between them had instantly intrigued him but it would be a long while recovering, and longer yet before Teyla would be willing to engage in intimacies with him.

Rodney was the perfect solution. Not only was the whiny scientist begging for someone to take the time to get him laid and shut him up but he was one hot fuck. McKay wasn't your typical drinking buddy but he was excellent fodder for a bed companion despite his complaining ways. In spite of his incessant chatter he was a useful, clever man and a loyal teammate who always managed to pull up his courage when they needed it.

As for Shepherd he kept the scientist around for his cleverness, his ability to fix practically any technology they came across, and the soft heart he kept armored in arrogance, granted they were good reasons but the Colonel was missing the obvious. The attraction between McKay and Shepherd practically sparked as they continually bickered, teasing and taunting one another. Shepherd's jealousy was going to lead him to the shocking conclusion that he was missing out once he caught a glimpse of McKay's sexual responses. One glimpse would be enough to convince Shepherd that he wanted his mark on McKay and that he didn't want to share.

Ronan might have some dispute with that if Teyla wasn't in a forgiving mood. In any case he had discovered Rodney's extracurricular abilities and he fully intended to take advantage of it at least once more so Shepherd had better not get in his way or he wouldn't like the results. Ronan patted his gun, set on stun, and grinned nastily.

He was leading McKay, and incidentally Shepherd to what he liked to call the Game Room. Ronan had discovered it while exploring during his second week on Atlantis. Apparently Colonel Shepherd hadn't been able to resist poking around in here either when he found out that it was a Recreation Area. He'd initialized quite a few rooms without stopping to figure them all out. Perhaps he knew what the Game Room did and was just being discreet. Ronan didn't much care. He'd learned a few things about prioritizing in the last seven years Running from the Wraith. And none of it included indulging anyone's pompous prejudices, especially the T'auri, whom to his great disgust, were full of them.

He truly didn't know how they'd manage to find the Ancients One's city let alone operate it. They were frightfully ignorant about so many other basic rules of life; things the people in this galaxy took for granted. Well, different world; different ways was a common saying in the Pegasus Galaxy and it looked to be more so in a different galaxy.

The Game Room was a combination playroom and sex tools shop. Ronan had discovered that last strictly by accident when he was playing with one of the moving chairs, he couldn't resist thinking how it would feel to have a cock up his ass while he rode the undulating and vibrating chair. The chair had instantly provided a lifelike cock, which had jutted out of the arm of the chair by his hand and was removable. Ronan had an impression of it appearing on the seat in his ass where he asked for it but something had held the chair back. Safeties of some sort or perhaps you needed to have the chair programmed specifically for your use.

In any case he'd done some experimenting and the chairs would actually change shape or add restraints, as would some of the exotic apparatus that could contort the human body into practically any shape. A great range of things was available enough to defy the imagination. The soft carpeting heated or cooled on command and contorted up to four ictares to brace hands and knees or an awkwardly place limb.

Ronan couldn't wait to get Rodney stripped and placed in one of the hangers with his knees spread by his ears. While he waited he set the scene; he placed the hanger at the perfect height for him to fuck Rodney and added restraints for McKay's hands and legs, he commanded the carpet to warm to just above body temperature, and he removed his boots. Perfect.

Mckay's startled face when he viewed the room for the first time was priceless.

"Strip," He commanded.

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Rodney paled and then flushed his eyes leaving Dex's face long enough to look at the hanging device that was basically made of complicated straps. It only took him a moment to figure out what position it was set up for; Rodney's eyes widened, and his mouth opened as his breath hitched.

Rodney's mouth totally dried out as his half-hard cock turn diamond hard. He managed to yank his gaze away from the harness that would basically leave him helpless and at Ronan's mercy. God, he was swamped with equal parts lust and fear. Their last encounter had marked him changed him in a way he was totally unprepared for, leaving him with a devastating self-knowledge that he could barely handle but was too honest to ignore. His policy of never lying to himself no matter what he told other people hadn't failed him yet and had rescued him from some serious situations. Always know what you're capable of and it was harder for the people around to surprise you, or fail you.

Ronan was wearing the fierce, predatory grin Rodney had only seen in battle or when he was blackmailing someone for sex. Dex gestured imperiously for him again to strip, this time not bothering with words. For a long moment it was a dead heat whether Rodney would take off his clothes or turn around and walk away.

The throbbing ache in his groin won the battle with his fright as he hurriedly began to pull off his clothes at Ronan's impatient look. Impatience turned to action as Ronan stepped forward to add his huge calloused hands to the fray. His big hands were deft and fast as he unbuttoned and unzipped taking off his pants and underwear in one two handed pull. He was barely slowed by Rodney's shoes as he yanked them off in passing and tossed his things to the floor leaving Rodney's bottom half totally bare and his erection frightfully, erotically exposed still struggling with his top though he'd gotten the jacket off.

Rodney was torn between embarrassment and arousal at the hungry, intent look Ronan sent his cock while his hands ruthlessly swept Rodney's fumbling hands out of the way and pulled off his top too. Ronan was still dressed except for his boots and the only thing he'd left Rodney was his socks, somehow leaving him more bare and vulnerable, that little bit of cover emphasizing his nakedness in a way he'd never felt before.

Of course he always took off his socks he told himself semi-hysterically as he was unceremoniously lifted and plopped down into the harness. The straps were fitted with amazing swiftness as his hands were restrained under him comfortably wedged flat by his back unlike a pair of handcuffs. His knees were raised and pushed way, way back and strapped to his torso. Rodney was utterly exposed, and powerless, his bottom slightly spread and his hole bare to Ronan's devouring gaze.

Ronan, who wasted no time following up the visual feast with his exploring, slick fingers. Rodney shocked gaze watched the tube slip back into it's vest pocket before he felt the large, slippery digit slide straight inside him, cool from the gel, and slightly uncomfortable, strange. Do not pass go; do not collect $200 dollars.

It was all happening so fast. Then Rodney didn't have time for anymore coherent thoughts as the invading finger thrust deeper and stroked his prostate. Freezing lightning lanced up through his cock and nipples, contracting his rectum around the invader, which was suddenly thicker, probing more deeply, splitting and searching as another digit joined one finger, then a third. Rodney remembered this oh; he remembered this stretching, full, pulling sensations. Another stroke to his gland, and Rodney cried out, loudly, as the passionate freezing tightened his balls and tortured his erection. But there was no coat to bury his face in and no dominating tongue drinking his cries as he was kissed breathless.

It was almost as if Ronan had read his thoughts or... But suddenly his head was higher as the harness shifted position and Ronan took quick advantage. The sucking lips, and ruthless, searching tongue occupied all his attention as his mouth was taken, and fucked, used for Ronan's pleasure. The flashes of cold lighting stroking through his balls and groin were a relentless counterpoint as Rodney was lashed by sensation after sensation.

It took a moment for the lack of sensation on his prostate to register because Ronan was still draped across his body taking his mouth with deep drugging kisses, and one finger was still teasing his hole but the other hand was making rustling cloth sounds as Ronan unfastened his pants.

Rodney tried to get a deep breath around Ronan's tongue but it wasn't happening as his huge penis, dripping semen replaced his finger and the two large hands holding his buttocks open helped guide the hot bulk that split him open in one long, merciless stroke. Ronan hit his prostate on the first thrust.

Rodney screamed into Ronan's mouth s as the frozen lightning flashed through his body, confusing nerves, to sear like lava, leaving him feeling so Full that he ached with that eerie pained pleasure.

Rodney didn't hear the door slide open.

Ronan listened for movement as he let Sheppard absorb the shock. He wanted to bury his cock in Rodney again and let Sheppard hear him scream. So he did. Rodney's cry was muffled.

Ronan straightened his back so John had a good view and Rodney's mouth was free and buried his cock again, harder. Rodney obliged him by yelling his name in a guttural moan.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Sheppard's voice was outraged and hoarse.

Tbc

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