The Hunt 3

Challenge

by dudette

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asd/dudette/hunt03.php
Summary: Ronan has Rodney right where he wants him and Sheppard is not happy. Then things get interesting

"I'm fucking McKay." Ronan answered through Rodney's alarmed cry and brief thrashing as he tried to move his body, perhaps to get away, but couldn't, the straps held him perfectly.

Rodney face turned towards Sheppard was horrified.

Ronan decided that now would be a good time to distract him. He started a long, slow withdrawal, and then thrust into the hot, tight, channel, hard and fast. He kept the rhythm long, slow, out, hard and fast, in, until Rodney's face was no longer turned to Sheppard but was watching him intently instead, moaning his surrender and embarrassment, his arousal that Sheppard was witnessing it all. Ronan saw it in his eyes.

Ronan grinned in satisfaction and the expression seemed to make McKay's arousal shudder deeper through him.

Sheppard stood there for long moments in silent indecision. Ronan thought he hadn't expected such a direct answer to his question. "Want to join us?" He asked casually grunting deeply as he began to speed up both his in and out thrusts, totally ignoring the way Rodney's eyes widened in horror again, before interest crept into his increasingly glazed expression as he began to add mewling to his moans as his body got closer to the end.

Ronan grunted again as he shifted his grip, and added more speed, staking his claim on McKay's lush ass for Sheppard to plainly see. "Decide quick if you want in on this round. McKay's mouth is free."

"No, I don't want to join you. I want you to stop. I don't want two members of my team doing this." Sheppard roared.

"That's a shame; we'd both enjoy having you join us." Ronan replied honestly.

The thinking was over, Ronan could feel Sheppard begin to move, and he'd made the wrong choice. Ronan's gun was up and out; pointing at Sheppard before his last thrust stopped. He didn't bother disengaging their bodies and totally ignored Rodney's panicky, aroused gasps.

He looked into Sheppard's stunned, furious face.

"You wouldn't shoot me," John's eyes turned cool, and calculating as he appraised Ronan's gun and ready stance though it still led directly into Rodney's body, his nudity. He couldn't afford to be distracted. Sheppard's focus turned away from the scientist the moment he spotted Ronan's weapon out. He took a step forward.

"Maybe, maybe not."

John stopped.

"But I would stun you. This isn't any of your business. People are allowed freedoms outside the military. I checked. As for your stupid ban on same sex coupling, even your own men don't follow it. The scientists laugh at it. I'm not in your military. How did Weir put it? I'm a paid consultant." Ronan made his position utterly clear while not taking his gaze off the other man's face, his body. Everyone telegraphed what he or she was going to do if you knew what to look for.

Sheppard face tensed but his body didn't coil. He was angry but he was going to try reason. "It's not that. I don't care about that. But teammates shouldn't get involved. It can muddy the waters; getting too close can compromise your judgement."

"I'm fucking Rodney. I'm not in love with him. It's called stress relief." He threw out one of the silly Earth phrases.

Ronan kept his arm steady and waited, but Rodney really shouldn't have to, after all this wasn't his argument. So Ronan rocked his hips gently, just enough to give his penis some movement without dislodging it while keeping his legs braced and his attention on Sheppard. He was rewarded with a high-pitched squeak that quickly turned to soft moans, as if McKay were trying to remain inconspicuous. He probably was. He usually had the sense to know when to not get in the way.

That apparently was too much for John Sheppard's control. "He's mine!" He roared so loudly that he hurt Ronan's ears and Rodney flinched.

He also took two more determined steps forward before Ronan clipped him with a stun beam. His left arm would be numb for twenty minutes.

"Yeah, that's about what I thought. But you haven't claimed him, or marked him, or even fucked him yet. So he's still free, at least until we're finished here or maybe until Teyla is more agreeable. Since you don't appear to have the sense to take what's yours." Ronan's eyes narrowed as the pleasure began to build again, slowly, but he didn't halt his study of Sheppard.

The thoughts were almost to fast to follow, as Sheppard finally understood what Ronan meant. He'd been telling the truth. It was nothing but a shame to waste such a magnificent ass. He enjoyed fucking Rodney but he was interested in Teyla. Rodney was a diversion.

Shock, relief, anger, and embarrassment all flowed so quickly that if he hadn't known John Sheppard he wouldn't have caught them. Sheppard's surprise, anger, and frustration were pretty evident though as he counted up the fact that he would have to take action to shove Ronan out if he wanted Rodney.

"The way I see it, you have two choices. You can join us, and enjoy it, or you can leave, and wait me out. Oh, and I can stun you. That's your third choice." Ronan said calmly.

John's eyes flashed with rage before turning cool and speculative. "Well, that all depends on whether or not you bottom, Ronan?"

Ronan's eyebrows rose, and his gaze twinkled. He shrugged and smirked, "Been known to on occasion."

"Good, cause I'd love to watch Rodney fuck you, while I have my cock buried up his ass. I'll just wait my turn. Timing is everything, so I've been told." John held Ronan's eyes, letting him see, since he already knew damn well that it was more important to Sheppard to establish his right to Rodney than it was to one up Ronan.

Ronan blinked and smiled. That was okay with him. It'd be interesting to find out if McKay could tame half as well as he could surrender. He didn't have a doubt about Sheppard's ability to tame the man underneath him. This could be fun.

Ronan nodded and lowered then holstered his pistol. He didn't doubt Sheppard's intentions but he was unarmed and if he decided to back out or change his mind. He wouldn't get his hands on Ronan's holstered pistol unless Ronan were unconscious. One of the first things he'd learned was keeping control of his weapons. It was a lesson he'd never unlearned and it had saved his life many times.

Sheppard stalked forward but he wasn't aiming for Ronan. Instead his destination was Rodney's erection which he grabbed greedily seemingly entranced by Rodney's helpless writhing, and his strident, panicky moans. McKay's eyes were huge with shock and lust as he watched Sheppard expertly twist and pull his stiff shaft.

Ronan increased the pace of his thrusts, lunging deeply inside the tight heat that tugged and pulled around his cock. Rodney's moans had shifted into low wails and his whole body shuddered with his gathering climax. Ronan rubbed his cock over Rodney's sperm gland, hard, repeatedly with relentless pressure, not bothering to slow his strokes or match them to Sheppard's pulls.

Rodney's cries turned deep and throaty, his convulsing body gripped Ronan's sex rhythmically, pulling Ronan's seed from him in the fiery heat searing through his shaft and up his spine until he swayed like a stiff tree in a wild wind with his knees locked.

Ronan watched from lazily slit eyes as Sheppard caught Rodney's sated, watchful gaze. Sheppard held Rodney's eyes as he brought his hand to his mouth and licked Rodney's seed from his palm. McKay gasped. The raw, needy sound enthralled both men who stood staring into each other's souls while Ronan looked on much more patiently.

The satisfaction radiating through his body along with the gathering expectation of more made Ronan's tolerance for their strange dance of advance and retreat less stringent. It was starting to make a strange kind of sense. Ronan did not bother worrying about their unusual notions affecting his thinking.

It had only been a matter of time before the new team dynamic started to shape his behavior. It was a natural effect of being part of a successful team. He had missed it so much. He'd needed it. In the time before his grief, his Running, he'd loved being part of a team. The give and take, the flow of being encompassed in thought and instinct that made up the best of teams. It had been so long since he had really been part of something. Though this could never replace the loss, the gaping wound of Sateda had started to heal, filling with the presence of his teammates, the potential of the shining city of the ancestors. Now he could regret his losses while still looking to the future.

Ronan knew he owed a great debt to Sheppard but he no longer let it bother him, or hinder his performance by paying more attention to Sheppard as leader than he should. That was something he had picked up from Teyla, and surprisingly enough from McKay as well. They each gave him the respect he was due, and listened to him in battle but both of them, each in different ways, showed no reluctance to correct or ignore Sheppard when he was being ignorant, or out of line.

Ronan grunted and slowly began to unstrap McKay who was still looking dazed. The hanger had served its purposes attracting John's attention while leaving his hands free and was fulfilling one of his hot little fantasies but now it was time for something different. Even as his fertile imagination came up with the thought of a Satedan sex lounge the straps were already beginning to ripple and reform around Rodney's body becoming the base for a couch that was built specifically for one purpose, sex with more than one person.

While Rodney and Sheppard both gaped in amazement, the bare lounge frame under Rodney filled with cushions shaped with interesting little hills and valleys to support the various contortions multiple partners might engage in, and the blue-green fabric would make both his partners eyes stand out. The lounge finally finished filling out nudging Sheppard to one side as he backed up in wary fascination and eventually it took an unperturbed Ronan right off his feet and onto its soothing curves.

This particular model was a touch short as he estimated that it would take only about four people sprawling along its length, and the normal couch was sized anywhere from five to ten. The Satedans had known that life wasn't worth living without the pleasure as well as the pain, and they indulged themselves with life's delights accordingly when time and opportunity arose. They had known that the Wraith might gain the advantage over them at any time and they had been right. So the lesson was something the T'auri should heed as well, and Ronan was more than happy to share it. He unabashedly began to strip off his clothes and his weapons piling both on the floor within arms reach. He raised a brow at Sheppard in challenge.

Sheppard also began to strip off but the numb arm was giving him some trouble so it took him longer to finish even counting the extra weapons Ronan carried. It also provided a fine sight for both Ronan and Rodney as they lay stretched out on the lounge. Neither of them was willing to turn away from the sight of John Sheppard's slowly revealed nudity.

John's eyes were reluctant to leave Rodney's surprisingly toned broad body but he couldn't stop himself from cataloguing Ronan's impressive attributes either. The rippling muscles were intersected with scars including a Wraith mark on his chest where one had attempted to feed. Despite all that or perhaps because of it Ronan was a feat of sheer animal magnetism. His intensity radiated across the couch. He was met by the subtle radiance of Rodney's incredible mind and restless personality; which surprisingly enough wasn't overpowered.

John had honestly expected Ronan to overshadow Rodney despite how badly Sheppard wanted him, and in sheer raw ferocity, he did. But Rodney's brain never slept, and that deceptively passive pose as he sprawled casually back and his large blue eyes followed John's every move, didn't fool him one bit.

The physicist's scary ability to concentrate was a weapon that he could bring to bear in almost any situation, and in spite of what other people saw as Rodney's weaknesses he couldn't have brought them this far if he wasn't incredibly flexible. John's prodding had been necessary in the beginning but now it was a prop that Rodney used as camouflage. It prevented others from focusing on just how vital his role was the way the whining and bragging kept people from taking him seriously. All defenses designed to keep people away and the pressure from crushing him, and both of them knew it. John smiled to himself. Ronan was in for a surprise.

Rodney didn't run the science department because he was the smartest, although arguably he was, but because he was the most capable, experienced scientist in the department.