It Followed Me Home... Can I Keep It?

by The Huntress

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ash/huntress/puppy.php
Summary: John Finds a Puppy

Elizabeth looked down at the small puppy John had in his arms. The puppy whose tongue was hanging out, salivating.

"Aww, c'mon Elizabeth. Just look at those eyes."

"Major...."

"Go on," John prodded. "Give Doctor Weir those sad eyes again and maybe she'll say yes."

The sad eyes were trained on Elizabeth again, pleading.

"Now the pout. You do such a good pout."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the pout. "No, and that is final. We cannot have a dog on this base!"

John ignored her. "Okay, scratch the sad eyes and the pout. Try begging."

"Please Elizabeth?" Rodney asked. "Pleasepleaseplease? We'll take good care of her." He then gave her the pout and the sad eyes again.

John made a sad face himself. "Carson already examined her and even though he's not a vet, she's not carrying any diseases. And she's so cute."

Elizabeth Weir knew when to quit. "Okay," she finally agreed. "But if I see one drop of dog-poop anywhere...."

"Cool!" John and Rodney ran out of her office and she smiled after them.

"A dog," Elizabeth smiled to herself. "Who would have thought that out of anything they could have brought back, it would be a dog."

~~~

"We have to feed her," John said as they headed for the mess. "And give her a name."

"Peaches," Rodney nodded.

"Okay, Rodney. Fine with me," John agreed.

"You're not going to argue with me over her name?"

"Nope. Because if I do, you'll want to change it to something silly like Electron or Neutron or Abercrombie. But Peaches is simple and I don't hate it, so it stays."

"Abercrombie? John, I would never...."

"Our dog's name is Peaches."

A crowd gathered as they entered the mess, everyone wanting to pet the dog, who reveled in the attention. She licked Carson, she yipped at Teyla, gave Ford and Bates doggie kisses, even grinned at Peter...but when Kavanagh came over to pet her, she bit him.

"OWW!"

Peaches began to whine and John got furious. "What did you do to my dog?"

"She bit me!"

"Stay away from her!" Rodney snapped. "That bad man didn't scare you, did he?"

"Does she have a name?" Ford asked, picking the dog up and getting more 'kisses'.

"Peaches," Rodney smiled.

"That is a wonderful name, Rodney McKay," Teyla grinned. "And she is a...dog?"

"Yep, at least that's what we think," Rodney said, taking Peaches from Ford. "Looks like one, sounds like one..." he got a face full of slobber, "...kisses like one."

"Uh, Rodney?" Ford snickered.

"Yeah?"

Ford pointed to the floor. "Craps like one also."

"Oh no." Rodney looked at the small bundle in his arms. "I'm going to have to train you."

"I'll do it." John took Peaches. "I'll fasten a pen and she'll learn."

"A pen? You can't keep her in a cage!" Ford looked horrified.

"I've had more then one dog in my life and trust me when I tell you that's the way to go." He smirked at Rodney. "And while I'm doing that, you can pooper-scoop."

Rodney just sneered at him and went on a search for a cloth.

It took a few hours but John managed to fashion an elaborate pen. Rodney kept referring to it as a cage, but Peaches took to it, learning to stay in there while her 'parents' were busy. Within two weeks she was trained and they let her out on her own when they could.

Eventually John and Aiden made a latrine on one of the lower levels, a makeshift toilet where Peaches could relieve herself. And every day John emptied it with a smirk, sending more then one flaming bag of shit through the 'Gate, to the Genii homeworld.

Peaches began to grow a bit, as puppies do, wandering where she chose.

She'd visit with Elizabeth, who missed her own dog and secretly fed Peaches homemade doggie cookies. When she wandered into the mess, Hart fed her any leftovers. Visits with John or anyone else in the hangar bays tended to get her a quick flight to the mainland, where she could run around. But most of the time she could be found in Rodney's lab, laying quietly as he worked, snarling at anyone who came to disturb him when he was deep in thought.

The one time Calvin came to see Rodney, she raised her upper lip, growled at him in a threatening manner and sent the poor man running for the protection of Bates' arms. Bates was so happy that every time it happened, he'd go to see Peaches later with a treat. And if anyone noticed that the Sergeant was walking with a crooked gait more often, they didn't say anything.

Atlantis now had a mascot and all John kept bemoaning was the fact that they couldn't add her picture to a patch on all their uniforms.

~~~

A few weeks later Rodney was searching for John, finally ending up in the hangar bay. He heard John talking in the 'Jumper and came closer. The Major's voice was so calm, a tone Rodney had *never* heard before.

"Stop it. You didn't do anything wrong."

Rodney peeked in to see the puppy sitting beside John, head in John's lap. There were a few open MRE's packages all over the floor.

"Tearing open MRE's like you've never eaten before is bad. You got food everywhere. I told you *not* to watch Rodney eat. You'll get all of his bad habits. Soon you won't listen to me, defying every order." Peaches tilted her head and stared at him. "Yeah, you will. I just wish he'd get some of yours."

Rodney was about to leave John and the dog to their private moment when the last sentence caught his ear. Why would John want him to get the dogs habits?

"See, if Rodney would lay his head in my lap like you do, I'd pet him just the same. Not that I'm comparing him to a dog, mind you. But I kinda think he'd like me tickling his tummy." Peaches sat up at the chuckle and licked John's face. "Maybe I could get Rodney to lick my face. Not lick, I mean, but maybe kisses. That would be nice."

Rodney's mouth fell open and his eyes bugged out of his head. 'John likes *men*?' He shook his head at the thought.

"But it's not going to happen," John sighed. "He's got his eye on Kate Heightmeyer."

'Kate?' Rodney made a sour face. 'Why would I want Kate?'

"He was looking at her yesterday, I saw him. Smiling that goofy smile, damn, he even blushed while he was talking to her."

'Well of course I was blushing, you nitwit!' Rodney thought. 'She was asking about you...and me. She thought we were a couple.'

"He doesn't blush when he talks to me," John said sadly. "Come to think of it, lately he hasn't talked much to me at all."

'All you've done is yell at me,' Rodney thought.

John seemed to read his mind, saying, "I know I've been kind of nasty to him, but it gets his attention quicker. When I talk to him like normal people, he ignores me. But when I yell, then he pays attention, knows I'm there."

'I don't ignore you John,' Rodney was feeling a tad guilty. 'Or maybe I do. I don't know anymore.'

"And the only thing I'm good for is making Ancient technology light up like a Christmas tree. That's all he and I ever talk about, you know. Things connected to this gene and maybe a conversation about the mess food. Aiden and Teyla, they tell me about themselves, their lives, families. But the only time Rodney talks to *me* is when he needs the use of this stupid super-gene."

John sounded so morose and Rodney frowned. 'I'm sorry John. It's just that nobody ever wanted to get to know *me* before.'

"Ah, well, such is life. Now, since you're my favorite dog, we'll take a nice ride to the mainland and you can run around, get out some of that energy. And if you're a good puppy, I'll let you snarl at Calvin later." The puppy stood up to follow him and Rodney realized he had to get out of there. He whirled around and walked straight into a tool box knocking it over.

The dog barked and John exited the 'Jumper, spotting Rodney standing there. "You heard...."

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop John. I came to find you and you were talking and I...I am sorry...Major. So sorry." Rodney flew out of there before John could answer him.

"Welcome to my life," John sighed, picking up the puppy. "Are you getting bigger? You seemed easier to pick up yesterday."

~~~

John entered Rodney's quarters, dog at his side, a genuine six pack of beer in his hand, facing his best friend. "They were supposed to be private thoughts, Rodney. I was never going to tell you. But I had to tell someone, so I told our dog."

"S'okay John. I used to talk to my cat." Rodney was sitting up in bed, reading a book. "I didn't mean to listen to you, honestly John, and I apologize."

"I know and I'm not angry. And the two of you look kinda cute together."

"Me and Kate?"

"Uh, yeah." John stretched out next to him and handed Rodney a beer, while the dog wandered out to the balcony.

"You smuggled Icehouse," Rodney laughed, taking a deep drink. "I enjoy beer."

"I smuggled a lot of things, one personal item per person be damned," John grinned. "Actually, General O'Neill suggested the cases of beer and also made sure the manifest listed them as bottled water."

"John, there are a few things you should know."

"Enlighten me Rodney. I'm all ears."

"I don't like Kate. There is someone I like, but it's not *her*."

"Elizabeth?" Rodney shook his head. "Teyla?"

"No, John, neither one. I, uh...." Rodney decided the best explanation was the bluntest. He took a large swig of the beer, draining the bottle dry and smirked. "I don't like breasts. I like dick."

Sheppard's mouth dropped open, surprised at both the revelation and the lewd way it was delivered. That and the fact that Rodney McKay, geek scientist extraordinnaire, had guzzled a beer and was reaching for a second bottle.

"And Kate thinks *we* make a cute couple. And so, apparently, does half the base. They think we're...dating."

"Yeah, I know," John snickered. "Of course the other half thinks I'm banging Teyla or Elizabeth."

"Banging? You're a true Neanderthal," Rodney began to laugh. "And in case you're curious, I'm supposedly screwing Ford on every offworld mission."

"Why would they think that you and Ford...."

"I've never made it a secret that I play both sides of the fence. It's right in my personnel file which you obviously never read. Area 51 was pretty nasty about it, I got beaten up, but here...."

"Rodney, is somebody harassing you over it?"

"No, nothing like that, Major. See, in my time with the Stargate program, I've found that even the most hardened marine is open-minded. You have to be to travel to new worlds." Rodney snickered, then bit his lip to stop further giggles. "And we are dating, you know."

"We are so *not* dating!"

"John, you came in here with a six pack."

"And....?"

"Last week when we were on the mainland, you walked all the way down to the shoreline with dinner for two. I told you I wanted some time by myself, but you insisted on eating with me, telling me we didn't hang out enough."

"I hate eating alone."

"Alone? You could have had dinner with fifty Athosians. I told you I was tired so you brought me back in the 'Jumper, walked me to my quarters and said 'Good-night Rodney, I'll see you in the morning'. You woke me up with a pancake breakfast, not the first time either and fresh coffee, though I still have no idea where you got it." Rodney paused, shrugging. "John we *are* dating."

"O-kay. Lemme see if I got this straight and just nod if I'm correct." John put on his stupidest look. "We are dating." Nod. "You and me." Nod. "I'm dating you." Nod. "Well, if we're dating, can I kiss you?"

"If you want to." Rodney's voice cracked; so much for playing it cool.

"I want to." John slid one arm around Rodney's waist, his other hand cupping the back of Rodney's head. Carding his fingers in Rodney's hair, he leaned in, chastely placing his lips upon Rodney's. The kiss was languid until Rodney tried to break for air and then it deepened. When Rodney begged him to stop, that he needed to breathe, John murmured "You're a fucking drug," and stole Rodney's breath again.

"John," Rodney pulled back and ducked his head when John leaned in for another kiss. "Air, please."

"Rodney," John was almost hesitant, "do you...love me?"

"Yes," Rodney said quietly. "I do."

"Really?" John was grinning like a moron.

"Yes."

"How long?"

"Since you...threw me off the balcony."

"Wow, that's almost a year."

"Yeah, a year."

"I think that's when I started thinking about you," John leaned in and held Rodney's face to his, kissing him softly. "You trusted me so much. You even let me shoot you. I don't know when you crawled into my heart. One day you were just there."

They placed their lips against one another's, ready to partake of another kiss, when they each got a taste of dog hair.

"The dog is on the bed," Rodney nodded.

"Nooo, I'd never have noticed," John spit out the dog hair. "C'mon you, time to visit with Uncle Aiden." He motioned for Peaches to follow, but she just nuzzled into Rodney's shoulder. "Move!" The dog ignored him, placing both paws on Rodney's chest and licking him.

"I think she loves me," Rodney laughed.

"MOVE, DOG!" Peaches seemed to sigh and jumped off the bed, sitting before John. "If you're *really* good, I'll give you an MRE for dinner." He got a bark, Peaches stood up and walked to the door. "Be back shortly Rodney." The door opened and John walked out with the dog, turning back with a leer. "Don't go anywhere."

~~~

Rodney was on the balcony, and a wreck, when John returned. "I thought you changed your mind."

"Aww Rodney," John drawled, "I'm sorry it took so long and I swear the dog got bigger since yesterday. Ford took her to the mainland for a while. He won't bring her back until I tell him to." John walked over, facing Rodney away, holding him from behind. "Dating, huh?"

"Yes. And just so you know," Rodney leaned his head back onto John's shoulder, "I've never had my tummy tickled."

John untucked Rodney's shirt, hands sliding along his abdomen, getting a giggle from Rodney. "I think you like it." His fingertips glided upwards, pebbling Rodney's nipples, getting a soft moan as a reward and he pulled the shirt off. One hand slid down, groping Rodney's crotch, pressing his hardening dick against Rodney's ass.

Rodney turned in John's arms, hands over John's shoulders, leaning in, swiping his tongue along John's face while he unbuttoned John's shirt. "You wanted me to lick your face," Rodney smiled, kissing his way down, nibbling along John's chin, licking a trail up the other side to his ear, tonguing it gently. "And maybe you can make *me* light up like a Christmas tree."

"I'd like to try," John replied, taking off his shirt and dropping it to the floor, moving in for another kiss, the two men stumbling into the room, falling onto the bed, John atop Rodney.

Rodney's hands moved to John's chest as he rolled John onto his back. Straddling John's legs, Rodney leaned down and plundered John's mouth, his tongue moving everywhere, learning every inch of that mouth. "I've waited so long John." His breath on John's neck, sucking at one spot, leaving a nice purple bruise. "I dreamed about this moment. Make love to me John...I want to be yours."

John moved his fingers to his neck, feeling the bruise. "Seems like you want me to be yours also." He pulled Rodney into another kiss, his hands wandering everywhere, finally finding their way to his own pants. Between him and Rodney they managed to undo them and Rodney sat up, inched them down, John groaning when his dick was released. Precome seeped from the head and Rodney leered, pulling John's pants off, kneeling between his legs, kissing the tip of his dick, teasing the slit with his tongue, tasting his newfound lover. Taking John's hard shaft in his hands, Rodney massaged it, kissed it and stroked it, hard steady strokes, followed by feather light touches. His hands moved to John's hips, holding him steady, mouth descending on John's dick, slowly swallowing, knowing John's eyes were upon him.

Rodney moved his mouth up and down, teeth grazing the skin. John had been grunting and growling incoherently for a while, growing harder then he thought possible, thrusting deeper. Rodney's mouth moved up his length again, the teeth nibbling on the head, while a finger eased its way into John's tightness.

"Please...." A whisper from John, all he could manage at the moment. Another finger joined the first and John began to push against them, drawing them as deep as he could within himself. "Rodney...I'm going to...RODNEY!" Rodney swallowed his dick again and John lost it, thrusting up like a madman, shooting his seed down Rodney's throat, hands literally ripping the sheets. "Where did you learn...." Lips on his quickly shut him up.

"Shhh. Time for questions later." Rodney kissed him deeper, his tongue taking John's, sucking on it.

John moaned at the sweet taste, knowing that it was his seed, coupled with Rodney's taste. He began to suck on Rodney's tongue, wanting more of that sweet taste, savoring it, needing it to sustain him. Rodney finally broke the kiss, catching a breath. "John...." His mouth was plundered again and by the time he got John to break the kiss, his lips and tongue were sore. "John, please."

"I like kissing you," John pouted.

"I can tell," Rodney smiled, "but give my lips a few minutes to heal."

"We don't have to kiss," John said playfully, rolling them so he was on top. "There are other things we can do." His tongue moved to Rodney's neck, kissing softly, nipping at one spot until it was purple. "Now we're both marked." Kisses across Rodney's shoulders, down his chest, reaching the nipples, already hardened peaks. A grin at Rodney and John's mouth was upon them, sucking and nipping, licking and caressing, while his fingers deftly undid Rodney's pants. Further down, nuzzling Rodney's abdomen, hearing and feeling Rodney giggle. "I love it when you laugh." Kneeling between Rodney's legs, he pulled off Rodney's pants and briefs, taking Rodney's dick in his hands. 'Mine!' A last coherent thought, before John took Rodney's dick into his hot mouth, his hands moving under Rodney's thighs, up to Rodney's ass, lifting him so he could swallow more of that exquisite dick, hard just for him. Spreading Rodney's cheeks while he sucked, he teased the tight opening, running his fingers along the crack. He was giving his newfound lover the same sensations Rodney had given him and he wanted release again.

This time though, John wanted to take full possession of his lover...of his heart. He slid a finger into Rodney, who met the movement with one of his own, pushing against it. A second finger entered and Rodney moaned, his hands in John's hair, his dick moving deeper down John's throat, while his ass began to grind down. By the time a third finger entered, Rodney was writhing and moaning, his heart racing. John's free hand glided up Rodney's chest, caressing first one nipple then the other. Rodney's hands wound tighter in John's hair and he pulled John's mouth further onto his dick, burying himself. Then the sudden sensation of John's fingers stroking upwards and hitting that spot....

"JOHN!" The dizzy feeling that went through Rodney as he came was the same as John had felt. Never before had Rodney felt this way about a lover. It was pure ecstasy, pure love, like no other feeling he had experienced or ever imagined. John drew back, onto his knees, watching the last of Rodney's come seeping out, caressing with his hands, then moving those hands to his own hardness. He watched Rodney's eyes watching his hands and he stroked himself slow, seeing his beloved bite his lower lip in need. One hand remained on his shaft, while John moved the other to his mouth, smiling as Rodney's eyes followed. He took each finger into his mouth, licking each one clean. Then he turned his head slightly, so Rodney could watch his tongue reach out and lick the seed from his palm. The hand returned to his dick, and John did the same thing with his other hand, his eyes closing, a soft moan coming from his throat as he tasted Rodney.

"John." Rodney's ragged voice, barely whispered.

John looked up into eyes that were glazed over, darkened with desire. "Love you." He leaned over, kissing Rodney hard, his tongue swirling in Rodney's mouth. Rodney was gasping for breath when John broke this kiss, moving to his ear, warm breath blowing, whispering, "I'm going to make you mine now Rodney."

"John please...yes...." Rodney's reply, whispered into John's ear, hands moving down John's back, lightly raking his nails along the skin.

He shivered at the feel of Rodney's hands on his body, removed his fingers and pulled back a bit, turning Rodney onto his stomach.

Rodney nodded to the tube of lotion and John took it, shaky fingers undoing the cap. "It's not the best thing for lube."

"Unless you have Astroglide, it's what we'll use."

"Gotcha," John almost panted out, slicking his dick. His hands moved to Rodney's hips, pulling him onto his hands and knees, then inched their way to that beautiful ass, caressing up the cheeks, slowly spreading them. John slowly eased inside, whispering, "You're mine Rodney."

"Yours John...always yours." Rodney moaned. "I've waited so long."

"No more waiting lover...no more." He closed his eyes as he felt the heat of Rodney's ass around his dick, felt the clenching, pulling him deeper. There was nothing else for him now...his dick fully sheathed within the heat that was Rodney McKay. John stilled, just concentrating on the feeling and slowly pulled out. He eased in, repeating his slow and sensuous movements again and again, yet pushing deeper with each slow thrust in. Rodney was going mad with frustration and kept trying to move against John, but John kept him still.

"Please...." Rodney begged, trying to move, John just holding him tighter.

"Tell me Rodney...I want to hear you say it."

'Make me yours,' Rodney thought. But what he said was, "I love you John."

"Sweet Rodney," John whispered, moving a little faster. He reached around, taking Rodney's dick in his hand, feeling it begin to fill again. He pushed deeper into Rodney and Rodney screamed from the intense combination of pleasure and pain he felt.

Rodney was totally lost in the feelings. No one had ever reached so deep inside him before, and he arched his body toward John, driving John deeper still.

Unable to control Rodney's movements anymore, John released the tight grip one hand still had on his hip, and Rodney began to writhe against him, his movements animalistic, driving John's dick as deep as he could. His dick was hard beneath John's fingers and John gripped it tighter, stroking it faster, thrusting hard into his lover.

"HARDER JOHN! MORE!" Rodney's scream, and John obeyed, his hand winding in Rodney's hair.

Yanking Rodney's head back, John growled "Mine!"

"Yours," Rodney conceded.

The words caused both men to orgasm, John filling Rodney with his seed, as Rodney came in his hand and over his own abdomen.

Satiated for the moment, but not ready to move from within Rodney, John turned them onto their sides. Rodney took John's hand in his and moved it to his mouth, licking his taste from his lover, while he undulated against John's flaccid dick. Then John was moving from him, and he whispered, "No...please...stay inside me...feels so good John...so right."

"It does, doesn't it." Not wanting to move from the bed and his lover's arms, John wiped them up with the edge of the sheet, pulling the blanket over them. "Love you." John's hot breath on his ear. "Forever Rodney." A brief kiss before he fell asleep. "Forever."

~~~

*BING*

"GO AWAY!" John threw his pillow at the door and snuggled against Rodney.

*BING-BING*

"Get your gun and shoot whoever's at my door," Rodney whined.

*KNOCK*

"Get your door, Rodney," John murmured, crawling deeper under the blanket. "And why you keep your room so cold is beyond me."

*BANG-BANG*

"I'm coming, keep it in your fucking pants!" Rodney screamed as he pulled *his* on and opened his door, finding Ford standing there. "Ford, what do you want?"

"Ford?" John's voice sailed across the room. "How would you like to be an Airman?"

"I'm a marine sir," Ford answered.

"Then you can be a *Private*!"

Ford looked over Rodney's shoulder. "About time you caught the clue bus."

"Thanks, Aiden," Rodney sighed. "Who won the pool?"

"I'll have to check with Bates. Anyway, I was sort of hoping you could take...Peaches back."

"You can't handle a puppy?"

"Doc, look." Ford pointed to the creature beside him. "She grew a bit."

"Holy shit! Major, come take a look at her."

"Major?" Ford grinned. "Talk about kinky."

John stumbled out of bed, sheet wrapped around himself. He blinked when he saw the dog. "WHOA! She grew!"

"Yes sir. About a foot."

"WOOF!"

Peaches shot into the room, knocking John off his feet and slobbering all over him.

"I GIVE, I GIVE!" John shouted, pushing the dog off. "Jesus Christ, what the hell did you feed her, Aiden? Steroids?"

"No. I let her run around like you said."

"Weren't you watching her?"

"Well, sir, Teyla, she...distracted me."

"Distracted you?" John snickered. "Wait a minute. What pool?"

"Oh, there's been a pool as to when you two would...you know...." Ford replied. "But you're not the only ones. There was one for Teyla and I, there's one for Weir and Beckett...shall I go on?"

"No," John shrugged, "I was just curious."

"Good night sir, Doc. Behave yourselves," Ford grinned as he left.

"A pool, huh," John smiled at Rodney. "I can't wait to find out who won. Now, you and I are going back to bed because I like cuddling."

"Fine by me."

The two turned, only to find Peaches, laying across the bed.

"On the floor," John told her. Peaches rolled off, taking her place at the side of the bed. "Good girl." He lay on the bed, pulling Rodney atop him. "Sleep some more."

Rodney yawned. "Fine by me."

~~~

Teyla observed Peaches as she ran around the mainland. "Your pet is growing healthy."

"Thanks," John grinned. "She likes it here."

"Then let her stay, John," Teyla smiled. "Atlantis does not have enough space for her to run around."

"This is true," John agreed, watching his puppy, almost four feet tall already, running through the tall grass, laying down while the Athosian children petted her, seeing how happy and content she was. "Maybe she *should* stay."

"NO!" Rodney shouted, stalking over and retrieving his dog, ignoring the wide-eyed stares of the children. He took her back to the 'Jumper, sitting down with her, holding her close.

"Rodney?" John went after him, finding him inside, eyes on his feet. "You scared the kids."

Rodney looked up, tears running down his face. "I'll do anything you want, just don't...."

John knelt down. "Rodney...."

"I'll take care of her John, I will. I'll clean up after her and give her baths, honest. Just...just please don't take her away."

John was at a loss. "Babe, what's gotten into you? I know you love her and...."

"They took my dog away," Rodney sniffled, "because I got a 'B' instead of an 'A'. They said that I was spending too much time with my dog and not enough on my schoolwork."

"Your parents?"

Rodney nodded. "I came home and he was gone and they never let me have another pet. I wanted one so bad. And then when I came here, I had to leave Daria behind."

"Your cat."

"I wanted to take her, but Sumner said no. She was going to be my one personal item, but...John, *please*."

Peaches began to whine, snuggling closer to Rodney, and John could have sworn the dog was pouting.

"All right," John agreed, knowing that if he said no Rodney would *never* forgive him. "You can keep the dog. But if she gets any bigger...."

"Thank you, John." Rodney kissed him. "Thank you." He kept kissing John until John was out of breath.

"Rodney," John managed to get out, not even realizing he was being shoved against the wall. "Jesus, Rodney...." They dropped to the floor, Rodney pretty much climbing atop him. "Uh, I can't do this in front of Peaches."

"Oh, yeah, she could be scarred for life." Rodney stood up. "Sorry." He shooed the dog out and closed the hatch. "Now we can get down to business." He crawled between John's legs, opening his pants. "Hot damn, Sheppard, you got yourself a *very* nice dick." It was a good hour before they emerged from the confines of the 'Jumper.

Ford bit back his laugh as John pretty much limped, while Rodney had a very smug grin on his face. "Are you all right, sir?"

"One more word, *Lieutenant* and you'll have latrine duty for a month."

"Understood," Ford answered with a perfectly straight face.

Rodney looked around, half-panicked. "Where's Peaches?"

"Over there," Teyla pointed. "Rodney, please allow her more time with the children. They are enjoying your dog."

John smiled at him. "We *will* take her home."

Rodney nodded to Teyla. "For a little while longer," he replied, narrowing his eyes at John. "Let's go back into the 'Jumper."

"Aww, Rodney, no more," John whined. "I can't."

"Sure you can," Rodney grinned, taking John by the arm. "Come along Major Sheppard."

John looked at Aiden and Teyla, a pleading look in his eyes. "Help?"

"Sorry, sir, you're on your own."

~~~

Rodney woke up and glanced on the floor, not seeing the dog. He heard the door open, seeing John walk in with some food. "Where is she?" He was almost accusing.

John sat down beside him, giving him a kiss. "She's on the mainland with Bates and his team." He grinned. "They took her on maneuvers." He put his hand up as Rodney opened his mouth. "Just for a few hours, that's all. Rodney, she needs to run around and she can't do that here. I have work to do and so do you. We'll get her later today."

"Promise?"

"No, I won't promise you. I am sick of having to back up everything I say with a promise. If I tell you we'll get her, we will."

"Okay," Rodney said quietly. "I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about. And I just came from the mess, where I found a very happy Hart. He has no leftovers to worry about."

"Ah, I guess that explains no more 'Tuesday Surprise' in the mess."

"And she's grown a bit more...five more inches. I figure if I were to compare her to an Earth breed, I'd say size-wise she'll be a great dane, although she looks like a retriever."

Rodney looked at the food. "I'm not hungry for food, John." He pulled his lover down, but John sat up.

"Rodney, please, let me rest for a little while. I told you I have work to do." He watched Rodney's face. "NO! Do *not* pout!"

"You don't love me anymore." Rodney turned over in a huff.

"I loved you three times last night. If you don't let me recover, you'll be burying me before lunch."

"It'll be a lovely funeral, I promise you." A hand grabbed John's arm and this time yanked him down, Rodney crawling atop him before John could do anything. "You can just lay there and let me love you now." He kissed John hard, ignoring John's pleas for him to stop, pleas that quickly turned to moans, then to begging. "What was that, John?"

"I said, get my damn pants off before I bust out of them!"

"Are you sure? I mean, you did say you needed rest."

"McKay...." It was almost a warning and Rodney grinned at him, pushing John's shirt up, mouth descending on a nipple, biting it. "Ahh, yes, like that."

"You have a thing for pain, John?"

"No, I have a thing for you."

"Just checking." Rodney took the other nipple between his teeth, moving back and forth between them, rubbing John through his pants, making John a quivering wreck.

"Rodney please, get my pants off."

Rodney ignored him, kissing his way down, chewing John's erection through his pants.

"I can't...I...." John came in his pants like a teenager, almost gasping for air. "Bastard. You made me...."

"And you loved every minute of it." Rodney undid John's pants, getting them off. He pushed John's legs up, reaching for the tube of lotion. He'd barely gotten any on his dick when John's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close.

"Just fuck me, McKay. Do it *now*!"

"Yes sir!" Rodney slowly slid in, murmuring "So good John...so fucking good...."

"Need it hard, need it fast...."

Rodney rolled his hips, driving deeper and stilling, feeling the tight heat. "I love it slow and easy, love watching you." Rodney eased himself out, teasing, hearing John beg some more. "Ooh yeah, you're so beautiful like this, so beautiful when you give yourself to me." He stroked his dick, bringing a finger to John's mouth, wiping the come on John's lips.

John licked his lips, eyes growing dark. "Please...."

Rodney shoved in hard, nailing John to the mattress, holding him there, brushing John's prostate again and again, bringing his lover to the brink and pulling back, taking John's dick in his fist, John growing hard again, shaking underneath him. "Shh, calm down, lover." He caressed John's legs, bringing them over his shoulders, John fully open to him. He bit at John's thighs as he entered again, this time hard and fast, the way John wanted it. "Come for me again."

John grasped Rodney's shoulders, pulling himself up, eyes wide and feral. As their lips touched, he met each of Rodney's hard thrusts with one of his own, feeling ecstasy, the intense pleasure building inside. He came again, though not as hard as the first time, feeling the warm wetness as Rodney came inside him. His legs slid from Rodney's shoulders, catching his breath. "Funeral at noon."

"I'll bring flowers and wear black," Rodney grinned, stealing another kiss. "Shower?"

"No. I definitely have work to do."

"I'll give in...this time," Rodney smirked as they parted. "But we shower together later."

"Yeah, later is good. *Much* later." John picked up his pants. "Rodney, my pants have a wet spot."

"Not my problem, Major," Rodney laughed as he headed to the washroom.

"Oh, you are *so* going to pay for this, McKay," John grimaced as he put his clothes back on. "And I really have to bring a change of clothes next time." He headed to his own quarters, wondering if he should just move in with Rodney already. It would certainly make things easier.

~~~

A few days later John dragged himself out of bed, not wanting to wake Rodney, hearing the dog snoring on the balcony. The snores sounded louder then usual, but John shrugged it off, got dressed and headed to the hangar to do some work on the 'Jumper.

When Rodney woke a few hours later, he too heard the loud snoring, but also ignored it. He washed up, got dressed, smiling as he heard the dog behind him. He turned around, got one look at the beast before him and nearly had a cardiac arrest.

Peaches was no longer a cute and cuddly puppy or even a four foot tall dog. Peaches was now larger then Rodney, with fangs for teeth. She came closer and closer, her face an inch away from his and he closed his eyes, praying that he go to a nice place in the afterlife.

And then he felt the slobber all over him. He opened his eyes to find the scary beast tilting her head at him. So he tried something. "SIT!" She sat and he could have sworn the room shook. "DOWN!" She lay down, putting her head in her paws, which were now the size of basketballs. "STAY!" Rodney went to the com panel. "Major Sheppard, could you please come to my quarters?"

"What is it McKay?" John's voice replied. "I'm busy."

"Well get unbusy. There's something you need to see. *Now*."

"I'll be right there."

~~~

"Rodney what is it you....?" John drew his weapon. "Don't move. I can get a clear shot right between the eyes." He watched as the beast raised its head and stared at him.

"JOHN! Don't do *anything*. Trust me."

"Trust you?" John's voice went up. "What is that thing and how did it get on base?" The beast raised itself all the way and John aimed again.

"NO!" Rodney shouted. "Just stand still and watch."

"Stand still?"

"Don't move. Trust me."

The beast came closer and John backed up. "Rodney, I swear, after it tears me to pieces, I am coming back to haunt you." But in truth John trusted Rodney with his life and remained still as the beast came closer, sniffing him. "What's it doing?"

Rodney snickered. "Say hi to John."

The beast gave a bark so loud that John was sure he was deaf. Then it rolled onto it's back, panting and still staring at John.

"She likes it when you rub her tummy."

John's eyes grew wide as saucers. "Oh no, that's not...no...nononono."

"Oh yes," Rodney nodded. "It's Peaches. She appears to have had another growth spurt."

"A growth spurt? Rodney, she's the size of a thoroughbred."

"This was your idea, you know." Rodney began to pace. "You wanted to keep her."

"I did? *You* were the one who insisted we couldn't leave her alone on that planet."

Peaches watched them argue and stood, bringing herself to her full height. When John came closer to Rodney and yelled at him, she growled at him, baring her fangs.

John just turned to her and bared *his* teeth. "SIT DOWN!"

So Peaches sat...on Rodney's bed, breaking it.

"Now look what you did John."

"What I did? Why do you keep blaming *me*?" Rodney started to laugh. "What's so funny, McKay?"

"It's your day to...walk her and clean up her mess."

John stared at his 'puppy'. "Rodney, I'm going to need a shovel."

"What are we going to do John?"

"I don't know. You're the genius here! Think of something."

At that moment Rodney's door chime sounded, both men shouted "WHAT?!" and Calvin walked in.

"McKay, this report that you...." He stopped as he got a look at the dog, who bared her teeth. "AHHHHHHH!!" Kavanagh ran out, screaming at the top of his lungs.

John was laughing so hard his eyes were filling with tears.

Peaches began to whimper and Rodney sat beside her. "It's okay. I won't let the evil man near you." He looked at John. "We really have to do something about this. He's making her neurotic."

"Like father, like puppy," John muttered, calming down.

"I heard that!"

"Rodney, think of something, would you?"

Five minutes later there was another knock at the door.

"Come in," John sighed.

A few marines entered, led by Bates, all armed. They all took aim, John shouting, "NO! IT'S THE DOG!"

"*That's* Peaches?" Bates asked, none of them lowering their weapons.

"Yes," John answered, "it's Peaches. Now stand down. Contrary to what she looks like, she's not going to hurt anybody."

The weapons were lowered slowly and Peaches began to whine, crawling over to Bates and staring at him. "Major, are you sure that's your dog?" She began to whimper, nuzzling Bates' leg and he patted her head. "What happened to her?"

"She grew," Rodney said matter-of-factly.

"We're trying to figure out what to do," John added.

Bates and his team backed out of the room and he started to laugh. "I'm glad I don't have to clean up after her." The door closed behind them, the two men looking at one another.

"Rodney, she's going to have to go to the mainland."

"B-but you promised...."

"How are we going to take care of an eight foot dog?"

"NO!" Rodney grabbed hold of Peaches around the neck, hugging her.

"That's not an option anymore," John said firmly.

"You can't!"

"She goes and that is final!" He didn't mean to sound so callous, but he was well aware Rodney wouldn't allow it unless he forced the issue. Motioning the dog to follow him, Peaches obeyed, going with John to the hangar bay. Elizabeth met him there, mouth dropping open.

"Sergeant Bates told me but I had to see for myself."

"Don't worry. I'm taking her to the mainland."

Peaches slobbered all over Elizabeth and Elizabeth found her eyes moistening. "I'll miss you also, but I promise to visit you as often as I can."

John got into a 'Jumper, the dog following him. When he reached the mainland, he left her inside while he explained the situation to Holling. But the adult Athosians didn't care that the dog was so big and the children were no exception. Within minutes Wex had climbed on her back and Peaches gave him a ride. John waited around a while, hugging his dog before he left. It was only when the 'Jumper door closed that he felt his own eyes water, quickly wiping his tears away. "I'm going to miss you too, puppy."

~~~

John found Rodney in their room, sitting on the bed, knees up. He sat down, hugging his lover, rubbing his back.

"I miss my dog!"

"Rodney, she's only on the mainland. You can see her whenever you want to."

"I know but...." Rodney began to wail. "I want my dog back."

"She's over eight feet tall. We couldn't keep her here. And who knows, she may keep growing."

"She'll be lonely."

"Stop being silly, Rodney. She's got all those children playing with her, she'll have twenty-four/seven attention, all the food she can eat. Holling says she likes what they eat so they share."

Rodney burst into fresh tears.

"McKay, this is getting out of hand. Do *you* want to move onto the mainland?"

"No."

"Then quit your crying already. Peaches is fine. We will see her every day, hell, twice a day or more if you want. Anytime you feel lonely we'll go. Is that acceptable?"

"Yes," Rodney squeaked.

"Good. Now, how about we go to the mess and eat some chocolate pudding? I don't know about you, but it would sure make me feel better."

"Okay."

~~~

Every day, when they weren't offworld, Rodney and John came to visit their dog, with all the leftovers the mess had to offer. They did have to train her though to stop knocking Rodney down to give him kisses after she cracked four of his ribs. But she was still the same playful puppy she had always been...and she did finally stop growing.

At eleven feet.

~~~

Epilogue:

"Please Doctor Weir. Pleasepleaseplease."

"Lieutenant Ford...."

"We will take good care of him Elizabeth," Teyla grinned.

"Pleaassse?"

"Why me?" Elizabeth groaned. "Okay, I give, keep him. I don't care." Teyla and Ford left her office, both grinning. "A cat. What the hell are we going to do with a cat....?"

FIN