Just Say No To Strangers

by The Huntress

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ash/huntress/strangers.php
Summary: An alien race wants Rodney for nefarious purposes. After all, what other kind of purpose do most aliens want Rodney for?

P3S-987 seemed like a lovely planet, at least that's what John had remarked at first.

Until the women began to follow Rodney, listening to what John called 'Rodney's scientific bullshit'. Until one complained about the heat and undid her blouse, flaunting her cleavage in Rodney's face. Until one openly propositioned Rodney in front of the team.

"It is nice to see Rodney McKay smiling for a change," Teyla remarked innocently.

"Yeah, sure," John replied dryly.

"Is something the matter, sir?" Ford asked, a bit concerned. Usually his CO had something smarmy to say when it came to Rodney.

"No, just tired, I guess."

"Yes sir," Ford nodded, raising an eyebrow at Teyla, who just shrugged. She too had obviously expected a remark from the Major. But they kept it to themselves; John was in one of his moods and could be vicious and cutting in a verbal argument. He'd nearly driven Teyla to tears the first time she'd challenged one of those moods.

In truth, even John was a bit confused. He wasn't sure what was bothering him. Was it because the women were ignoring him and paying attention to Rodney? Or because they were getting the attention and he was being ignored by Rodney? Either way it didn't matter at the moment because Rodney was following Brynn down a corridor. "MCKAY!"

Rodney froze, turning around. "Yes, Major?"

John pulled him aside. "Just where do you think you're going?"

"Brynn wants to show me something," Rodney said, blushing pink.

"Her etchings?" John asked with a sarcastic bite.

"Maybe," Rodney replied in the same tone. "And what is it your business for?"

"Because it is. I'm your CO and..."

"You're just jealous," Rodney said quietly but firmly.

"Jealous of what?!" John fired back, louder then he intended.

"That she wants me instead of you!" Rodney was growing red in the face, fuming.

John just stared at him, wide-eyed. "Is that what you think this is about?"

"They always want you." Rodney took a deep breath. "All of them."

"That's not what this is about," John said calmly. "Something about her rubs me the wrong way." And it did. Not so much that she wanted Rodney. There was something else, something he couldn't pinpoint.

"I'm a big boy, Major. I can take care of myself." That said, Rodney spun on his heels, smiling as his eyes met Brynn's, walking over to her with a spring in his step.

"He's making a mistake." John clearly voiced his displeasure.

"Sir," Ford patted John on the arm, "you do sound jealous."

"I must agree," Teyla added.

John put his hand up. "Jealous or not, I just know that Rodney is going to end up in deep shit. And I know that I'm going to end up buried with him when I attempt to save his sorry ass."

"Isn't that what friends do?" Ford asked, with just the hint of a smile.

"I hate you, Aiden," John said, giving the young man a small smile in return.

"Then it is time for us to discuss the trade agreement with Dalton?" Teyla nodded to the gentleman they were to negotiate with.

"Okay, we discuss," John agreed. "Do you think we can trade Kavanagh for something?"

"We want to make friends, Major," Ford snickered. "We don't need any more enemies."

"And Doctor Weir stated that you were to behave," Teyla added. "Do not make me...rat you out, Major Sheppard."

"And you, Miss Emmagon," John smiled, "you remember who flies you to the mainland when you get the urge for Marya's cookies."

"In all seriousness," Teyla said softly, "trust that Rodney McKay can take care of himself."

"All right, Teyla. You've made your point."

The three entered the meeting hall to discuss a trade agreement and John kept repeating to himself that Rodney was fine, that nothing was going to happen to him. John had to keep repeating it. It was keeping him sane...somewhat.

The discussion was going fine until a man walked in with a message for Dalton...the man was visibly pregnant.

John and Aiden were staring open mouthed, but Teyla as usual, took it in stride. "Males carry your children?"

"Yes," Dalton nodded. "It is considered a great honor to be chosen to bear the start of a future generation." Seeing their confusion, he explained further. "Not only do men have the babies, but they are impregnated by other men. This is why Doctor McKay is with Brynn."

"Uh, could you repeat that?" John asked, hoping he had misheard.

"Doctor McKay has shown advanced knowledge and his genetic pool will be extremely beneficial to our people."

The room was silent until John stood up so abruptly that his chair went flying back. He practically jumped to the other side of the table, grabbing Dalton by the shirt and shoving him against the wall, his elbow resting on the man's throat.

"How does this happen?"

"Doctor McKay will be prepared..." Dalton began to wheeze as John pressed his elbow harder.

"Major," Teyla said calmly, "if you kill him we will not learn anything."

It took a few seconds for John to release his hold a bit. "TALK!" he spat out.

"After he is prepared, the chosen of our men will be joined with him, creating a new generation that will be more learned then any other."

"And then what?" John asked. "Does he die when it's over? Do you sacrifice his life?"

"No," Dalton began to gasp as John choked him again. "He will be released. There will be no physical harm done unto him."

John gave him a malicious smile, but not for the reasons Dalton thought. No, John was smiling because if they weren't going to kill Rodney, then he, John, could kill him when they got back to Atlantis. Oh yeah, Rodney was going to pay dearly for following his dick instead of his common sense.

John raised his P-90. "Take us to him."

The look on his face was such that Dalton nodded, leading the team into the corridor. Any thoughts he had of leading them into a trap were quickly halted as he felt the butt of the gun against his back.

"I will know if you try anything stupid and I will shoot you without a second thought. Do you have an understanding of that?"

"Yes, Major Sheppard, I do. I will take you to Rodney McKay."

~~~

Rodney McKay had never been so thoroughly kissed in his life. Brynn's lips were luscious and full and her taste was making him dizzy. His shirt was pulled off, her fingers teasing his chest and he allowed her to push him onto his back, barely noticing as she bound his left wrist above him. "Brynn, what are you doing?" he asked with a confused smile, reaching over to untie the knot.

"Don't fight me." She kissed him again, gently caressing his right arm, moving it beside the left, binding that one as well. He wasn't fighting her and she kissed her way down his body, slowly divesting him of his shoes, pants and underwear. "Do you know what we want from you, Rodney?" she asked him as her lips touched his again.

"We?" Rodney suddenly had one of his 'imminent feelings of doom' and pulled at both his wrists. "Let me go."

Brynn ignored him, straddling his body. "You will give us a generation of children whose minds shall far surpass any of the previous."

"I don't want to have a baby with you," he told her.

"You will not procreate with me. Females on this world do not bear the children, the males are equipped for that. You will be prepared for the mating ritual now."

Rodney began to struggle, but to no avail. He wasn't getting loose anytime soon. He heard a door open and watched more women enter the room. "No, please don't do this." He was ignored, his legs spread, also bound tightly. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" Rodney's scream echoed throughout the room as the women pretty much descended upon him like vultures. He silently cursed himself over all the wet dreams he had ever had about being ravished by a gang of gorgeous, Amazon-like females. The reality of it was not as pleasant as the fantasy.

Rodney McKay was about to be violated, his sperm used to father a new generation of babies.

Much as the scientist within wanted to fight it, and he really did, the man himself could do nothing but lie there, his erection throbbing as the women touched him with fingers, hands and mouths, getting him hard...so fucking hard! He was kissed again and again, his mouth actually growing sore, trying so hard to catch a breath. Where one set of lips would leave his another would immediately take it's place. He tasted sweetness, smelled it all around him...he knew what that odor was. By the time the next set of lips were upon his he had figured out what they were excreting into the air with each passing orgasm.

Pheromones. It had to be.

That was why he was so aroused, why he wanted to come so badly it hurt like hell. He breathed a sigh of relief as they backed off. Maybe they would leave him now; his body was worn out and he hadn't even had an orgasm.

~~~

Dalton took the team to the sacrificial chamber only to find it guarded by six men.

"Give us another way," John told him.

"We could just shoot our way in," Ford said, catching the look from Teyla. "Rodney is in there."

"Aiden," Teyla said softly, "we will save him, but bloodshed is not the answer. We do not want Rodney harmed."

"I agree." John narrowed his eyes at Dalton. "Find a way in for us."

A few minutes later the team entered an upstairs room, finding a man getting undressed. He was kind of skinny, with dark hair and a lean yet firm body.

Teyla picked up a chair, "Excuse me," and broke it over his head. "He shall not harm Rodney McKay."

"She's been watching Westerns," Ford explained. "She loves the saloon brawl scenes."

"Nice shot, Teyla," John grinned, then glared at Dalton. "Tie him up, Ford." John grabbed Dalton by the hair. "Now, why don't you explain exactly what happens now." Dalton did just that and when he was finished, John glanced down at the unconscious man. "Would you say he's my size?"

"Why? What are you going to do?" Ford was wary when it came to his CO.

John pulled his shirt off. "What I have to do to protect a member of my team."

"Why are you stripping?" Ford was now staring at John as if John was insane. "No sir, you're not thinking of...no, you can't."

"What am I supposed to do, Ford?" John was now naked. "Let them make little Rodney's with him?"

"But sir..."

"Aiden," John's voice grew soft, "I have to do this. Just make sure nobody finds him." John nodded to the unconscious man beside them as he pulled on the man's clothing.

"John, this is not a good idea," Teyla added, shaking her head.

"Do you have a better one?" John chuckled as he looked at the mask, placing it over his head. "I always wanted to do kink. I just didn't think I'd be sober when I experienced it." He turned to Dalton, narrowed his eyes, said, "This is for Rodney," and punched him in the the face. "I feel much better now." They dragged the two bodies out of sight. "Stay here, no matter what happens."

"Yes, sir." Ford nodded to him, not knowing what else to say. He watched as two women entered the room and bound John's arms above his head, spread his legs and bound those as well. The floor opened and John was slowly lowered...

~~~

Rodney was still hard, yearning for release. In the haze he saw the body suspended above him, the body clad in a skintight suit with just a bare opening around the genitals, the face covered in the mask, the legs spread, the body slowly lowered.

Brynn returned to ensure penetration occurred.

Rodney wanted to shut his eyes tight, but instead opted to face his attacker...his rapist. And it was rape, even though he wasn't the one being penetrated. He met the man's eyes and gasped. They weren't the eyes of a stranger. They were in fact hazel eyes he knew well, eyes that burned right into his soul, eyes that knew him better then he knew himself.

"We leave you now to the mating." Brynn said as she stepped away. "Give us strong children, Rodney McKay."

Rodney waited until they were alone before speaking. "Major?" He couldn't help his hips from grinding a bit, which caused a cry from John, which in turn made Rodney's heart wrench; John Sheppard had never done this before.

"Rodney, please stop."

"I can't," Rodney answered, defeated. His head was clearing, but his body hadn't caught up with it.

"It fucking hurts!" John had to bite back tears of pain. His instinct took over and he began to struggle, trying to prevent any further intrusion inside himself. Instead he caused himself more pain.

"JOHN!" The shout got John's attention and Rodney quickly calmed, needing to soothe him. "Listen to me. You have to relax your muscles or you could be...injured."

"I can't, Rodney. It hurts!"

"Why did you do something stupid like this?"

"A world full of little McKay's, not a pleasant thought." John managed a small laugh, but quickly winced as Rodney went deeper.

"I can't exactly help it, John. Just know that I would never hurt you on purpose."

"Yes you would and you know it," John gasped out, trying to relax like Rodney told him, instead tensing as Rodney thrust upwards again.

"John, I want you to look at me and listen." Rodney was smiling at him. "I've done this before and don't ask me any questions about it now. There will be time for that later." He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, staring deeply into John's. "I love you, I have since the day I saw you in that chair in Antarctica. You were so frightened and even though you hid it, I saw the fear." His dick was throbbing and he arched up, unable to contain himself. "I wanted...needed...to take away that fear. God, John, I fantasized for weeks about that moment. I so wanted to kneel down before you, undo your pants and take your cock out, stroke it slowly, watch it grow hard beneath my touch."

John's eyes closed and he bit his lower lip so hard it began to bleed.

"I would lick it just as slow, learning the taste as I sucked the tip, drawing out some come. And you'd moan and tell me how good it was, how warm my mouth was, tell me how much you wanted me." Rodney knew John was listening; he was beginning to rock back and forth and had stopped biting his lip. "I'd strip my clothes off and climb astride you, holding your dick in my fist as I sat down, taking you deep inside, feeling only pleasure as I rode you hard. We'd both come and we'd slide to the floor, you on your hands and knees. I'd kneel behind you, playing with your ass, listening to you beg, but I would know by your voice that you didn't know what you were begging for."

John ground his body down, soft moans of "Rodney...oh God...please..." coming from deep within him.

Rodney's pace quickened, he was close but he didn't want to come yet, fighting the feeling as best he could. John wasn't ready and John had to come before him; he had to pleasure John before he took his own. "I'd spread your ass, lick that tight hole, make you scream for me." Rodney shifted a bit, wanting to hit John's prostate, give him more pleasure. "And I'd be hard again, spreading you wider as I entered you..." Rodney moved a bit and did indeed get a scream. "Prostate, John. A very erogenous spot for men." He hit it again and John came, eyes rolling back, gasping for air. "Yes...oh yes..." Rodney couldn't take it and came then, softly sighing as he felt his release.

John felt totally satiated. He cried out when he was lifted up, not wanting to leave the warmth, feeling bereft as they was separated. And that feeling confused and scared the shit out of him.

As he re-entered the upper level he was released, left to clothe himself. He was sore and took a cloth from his pack to clean himself. There was bleeding, but he'd known that would happen. He wiped the come from his thigh...'Rodney's come'...his dick twitching. He heard Ford clear his throat and John quickly finished up, getting dressed. He and the team left with Dalton, who reassured them Rodney would be immediately released. By the time they arrived Rodney was dressed, looking a bit pale. He also refused to meet John's eyes.

John attempted to put a hand on Rodney's shoulder, but Rodney shirked away, swiftly leaving the chamber. Now that the pheromones were wearing off he was embarrassed and ashamed. He'd told John his deepest secrets...his fantasies...while fucking him...raping him. Rodney could tell by John's gait that he was in pain, pain Rodney had caused.

A formal apology was given to the team by the Regent, who explained that Brynn and Dalton were not authorized to do such a thing, that the mating ritual was sacred and they had defiled it and would be punished. None of the team were prepared to accept that apology and John decided he'd leave the decision to Weir.

It wasn't an easy task leaving the village. Brynn wasn't about to allow Rodney passage away. She had claimed him, he was hers and John would have to fight for him.

John just sighed as he walked past her, punched her in the jaw and knocked her cold. "Fight's over, I win." That said, Atlantis' premiere team headed for the gate and dialed home, with no trade agreement.

The debriefing was quick and private; there would be no 'public record'. The only ones present were the team, Weir and Beckett.

Elizabeth understood John's anger that she might even consider still trading with the Rhean, but they had a vast supply of wheat, the most abundant they'd found yet, enough to feed the populations of both the city and the mainland.

Carson asked about the possibilities of any STD's, but John explained they had only been with each other so no diseases could have been exchanged.

When Rodney had told about the ritual he didn't tell about the preparation. He wasn't about to admit he was ravished by a dozen sex-crazed women; nobody would believe he didn't want it and he'd never live it down, especially with John. He'd speak with Carson about it privately...later.

Carson's only order was that either man come to see him if there were any future physical problems.

The meeting was adjourned, Rodney and John not even looking at each other as they left the room. However, per Weir's orders, their rooms were across the hall from one another. Elizabeth had felt that the military commander and scientific leader should be close in case of an emergency. So it was together they entered the transport tube, moving to opposite sides, still not speaking. When the doors opened they both headed down the corridor, stopping at their respective doors, both pausing, both waiting for the other to say something...do something. When nothing happened they entered their rooms, showered and slid into bed, each thinking of the other.

~~~

Rodney thought about the pain he'd caused John, the physical and emotional. He'd raped his best friend. If he'd only listened to John instead of listening to his dick this never would have happened. But he hadn't had any in so long and Brynn was so beautiful and she wanted him...at least he thought she did. 'Yeah, sure McKay,' he thought to himself. 'Just use that as an excuse...you were horny. If you're lucky the Major won't toss you off his team...or off this fucking city with no lifejacket.' But Rodney couldn't sleep and opted to go get something to eat, then see Carson and explain about the women.

~~~

John lay awake, visions of naked Rodney in his head. He was jerking himself off hard and fast, his free hand touching his ass, playing with it, trying to get back some of the feeling he had when Rodney was inside him. God it had been painful when Rodney breached him, like he was split in two. Then Rodney had moved and there was further pain and John nearly passed out. But Rodney started to talk in the softest of tones, almost hypnotic. He told John his fantasies, so perverse and lewd...so fucking dirty. John heard and listened and relaxed. He let Rodney in, arching his body as Rodney brushed his prostate...

John came hard, hand resting on his spent cock. He wanted Rodney inside him again. Yet Rodney didn't seem to want John near him. He'd give Rodney time. Yeah, that was it. Give Rodney a day or two and things would be back to normal...sort of. After all, how normal did things get in Pegasus?

John Sheppard, Major in the United States Air Force, card carrying member of the heterosexual club, able to satisfy three women in a single night (and at the same time no less) was currently contemplating a relationship with another man...and a geek at that.

A geek who'd said those three little words to John.

His cock twitched as he had a vision of naked Rodney, "Ah, Rodney, I love you too," he murmured to himself, eyes growing wide as saucers.

Jesus Christ, Hail Mary and WHATTHEFUCK?!

He didn't...uh-uh, no way, no how. John Sheppard was not in love with Rodney McKay. 'Oh yes you are, Shep,' his inner voice insisted.

The shock was such that John literally rolled off the bed and sat naked on the floor staring into space. When the shock wore off about ten minutes later, he tried to reason things out. After all, he was a sane man, wasn't he?

"I was sane once," John thought aloud, getting to his feet. Maybe another shower, a cold one this time, would help. As he stepped under the spray, he thought how nice it would be to shower with Rodney; his dick immediately swelled. "But I think I like insanity better."

~~~

Rodney gave a brief explanation to Carson, expecting a lecture on not speaking up sooner. Instead Carson took out two shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. "It's one of those occasions when it's needed."

"That's why I keep bourbon," Rodney smiled, taking the proffered shot. "Next time we do shots of Jim Beam."

"At this rate we'll be dry by Christmas," Carson grinned, pouring them one more shot and putting it away.

"Then we switch to Holling's swill." Rodney laughed aloud. "According to my crude lab tests, it's at least one hundred and sixty proof."

"Rodney, are ya sure none of the women..."

"Yeah, I am. They did with each other, but not with me. All they did was touch me, get me hard...prepared me so I could rape John."

"Rodney, it wasn't rape," Carson tried to reassure him. "The Major was well aware of what was going to happen."

"He'd never been with a man before, Carson. I told him I..."

"You told him you were bisexual?" Carson took the bottle out and poured Rodney a third shot. "You need this more then I do."

"Not exactly," Rodney giggled a bit. "I described my fantasies to him..."

"Christ, Rodney, I'd give you another shot but then I'd have to carry you back to bed."

"I'm fine, Carson." Rodney stood up and took a deep breath. "I'm going to have a chat with Major...John."

"Maybe that's not such a good idea. I know you're not drunk, but ya might say something you'll regret."

Rodney couldn't help the laugh. "You mean like confessing I want to drop to my knees and worship his dick with my mouth?" Rodney smirked. "And that I want to ride him and make him scream and beg?"

"Holy shit, Rodney!"

"And how about...'I love you'..." Rodney nodded in affirmation. "Yep. I went and did it. I swore I would never do it again, but I did. So you see, I don't think I'll regret anything I say tonight." He headed for a transport tube and his quarters. No, not his. Rodney was going to John's. Rodney had to know what John was going to do, how John would cope with this. Rodney had to know if John still considered him a friend.

He knew John didn't love him, that John had done this out of duty, to protect Rodney. He had to explain to John that his feelings would never get in the way of any missions, that he would keep away from John unless necessary, that he wouldn't touch him in any way to make him uncomfortable. Of course Rodney was too chicken to talk to John by the time he'd reached his quarters, deciding to sleep it off.

He opened his door and was about to go in when he heard John's door open. Rodney slowly turned around, mouth dropping open, eyes glazing over.

John Sheppard was leaning against the door frame, arms clasped behind his back...wearing a pair of tight black jeans and a black tee-shirt. "Well, Rodney," he drawled, mouth forming a smirk, "you going to invite me over or not?"

Rodney opened his mouth but it felt like sandpaper.

"I'll take that as a yes," John nodded and walked into Rodney's quarters, Rodney following, the door closing behind them...and locking. "I want privacy."

"Privacy," Rodney repeated the word. "Privacy is good."

John stood there, arms folded, staring Rodney down. "You said a few things when we...Rodney, I need some clarification on a few items you mentioned." He leaned against the wall, undoing the top button on his pants. "I distinctly remember something about you kneeling before me and jerking me..."

"I said 'stroke it'," Rodney interrupted, quickly covering his mouth. Carson was right - he shouldn't be talking to John when even slightly buzzed. God, he was in trouble now.

"So you did," John smiled, pulling his zipper down, taking his dick out and stroking himself, glancing up to see Rodney watching his hand. "You want to help me out here?" Rodney was frozen, watching John touch himself. "You like watching me, Rodney?"

"Yes," Rodney sighed, his own pants seemed to shrink a few sizes and he chewed on his lower lip.

John clearly leered at him, shirt disappearing, pulling his pants off, kneeling on the bed, cock hard and leaking, jerking himself a bit harder, a little faster. "Show me what your mouth can do Rodney, other then spout scientific bullshit."

Rodney kicked off his shoes, shirt tossed into a corner. He stood at the end of the bed, taking off his pants and boxers and he crawled up the middle, between John's legs. He blew John a kiss, leaned down and took John's dick slowly down his throat. Rodney sucked a bit harder, lifting his head a bit to lave the tip, taking John's ass in his palms, drawing him deeper, to the back of Rodney's throat, John's hands stroking his hair, encouraging him. Rodney swallowed and fondled John's balls and listened to every word coming from John's throat...

"Suck me...oh God, that is so fucking good...ah, fuck Rodney...you're gonna make me come..."

Rodney moaned around John's dick and John came hard. Rodney swallowed a bit, pulling back, come shooting all over his face.

John couldn't help what he did next...he reached down to take Rodney's face in his palms and kissed him, licking his come from Rodney's face, taking his lips in a soul-stealing kiss.

"Was it good?" Rodney gasped out between kisses.

"Better then good." John kissed him again. "Do you remember what else you told me?"

Rodney did, oh yes. After all, he had been having the same fantasies for almost a year.

"And judging from the shade of red your cheeks are, you do," John snickered, pulling Rodney's lips to his. "Something about sitting on my dick and riding me hard." He stole another kiss from Rodney and edged off the bed. "I gotta wash my face." He went into the washroom, rinsed his face, wet a cloth and returned, sitting beside his lover. Taking Rodney's chin in hand, he slowly cleaned the come from Rodney's face, leaned in when he was done, kissing the tip of Rodney's nose and tossed the cloth into the washroom. "I have to go." He pulled on his pants.

Rodney grasped his arm. "You have to go and what?"

John walked to the door, hearing Rodney's breath quickening. Turning around, he smiled. "Relax, would you? I'm only going to get my toothbrush."

"Your toothbrush?" Rodney asked, a bit confused.

"Yeah. I kind of want to return the favor, sort-of-speak, but I have a feeling I'll want to brush after."

Rodney's mouth dropped open and he fell onto the bed, staring at John.

John just smirked. "Oh yes, Rodney, I want to blow you too." The door slid closed behind him.

Rodney closed his eyes for a moment to ponder things.

John was grinning as he entered his quarters and picked up his toothbrush, licking his lips. He tasted it then, the faint taste of scotch whiskey. He hadn't noticed it when he'd kissed Rodney because he was too caught up in the salty come. John knew of only one person who had scotch and figured Rodney had been to see Carson Beckett before he'd come to his room.

Five minutes later he returned to Rodney, only to find his lover asleep. John was tempted to wake him, placing a hand on Rodney's bare shoulder, but Rodney just moaned in his sleep and snuggled close, his back against John's chest. John just placed his left arm above his head and his right arm around Rodney, pulling their bodies as close as he could get them, lay his head on Rodney's shoulder and fell asleep himself.

~~~

"John?"

"Yes, dear?" John deadpanned.

"You're drooling on my shoulder...sweetheart."

"Well I am truly sorry..." John giggled, "...lambchop."

"Jooohn..."

"What is it, baby?" John nuzzled Rodney's neck, his morning erection along Rodney's ass, sliding the cheeks apart, slipping between them.

"Ahh, that's nice," Rodney moaned softly.

"You like?" John crooned purposely, licking Rodney's ear, blowing softly.

"Oh yeah, I like," Rodney almost sighed from the pleasure. "But I thought you never..."

"I haven't, except for..." Rodney stilled, trying to roll away, but John held tight. "No, please don't run away from this...from me."

"I hurt you, John, raped you. I said things I shouldn't have said, told you my private thoughts. It wasn't..." Rodney hesitated, taking a deep breath as he told John, in detail, about the preparation ceremony. "They were all over me John, like fucking leeches. And every time they came they were releasing pheromones. I couldn't help what I did. God John, I tried thinking about ice and Wraith and...I couldn't get my fucking erection to go away! And that's why you were feeling good. And I knew if I told you, you'd..."

"You thought I'd laugh if you told me," John interrupted. "Rodney, don't you know I'd never laugh at you? Hell, I tease you sometimes, but I'd never hurt you, you know that." He paused, but got no response. "You do know that, don't you?" Rodney silently nodded. "And no pheromones now, except for our own, no naked women...just us." He pebbled one of Rodney's nipples as he slid his cock faster, the friction of Rodney's cheeks around him making him dizzy. He placed one of Rodney's hands around his dick, placing his over Rodney's, the two jerking Rodney's cock hard, in rhythm with John's movements. "Ahh, yeah Rodney...fuck yeah!" John wound his fingers in Rodney's hair, biting his shoulder, "MINE!" and came hard, drenching Rodney with his come.

Three more strokes and Rodney came with the softest of sighs, slowly catching his breath, bringing John's come-soaked hand to his mouth, licking the palm. "I think I found religion."

John turned Rodney so they were facing. "Love you too," John smiled, kissing Rodney deeply. "I still want to blow you."

"Ah yes, well that's all good and well, Major, but I need to change my sheets, which are damp." Rodney sat up, but John pulled him back and kissed him again. This time Rodney broke the kiss, putting his palm up. "Major, I have a meeting in a half hour with the science staff. I'd like to shower and shave before I go." He got out of bed, watching John, who lowered his eyes.

"Okay, Doctor McKay. Go shower." John sighed theatrically.

Rodney leaned in, "I love you...John," he grinned, kissing John on the cheek as he headed for the washroom.

"And I'll change the sheets...Rodney." John located an extra set of sheets in the makeshift closet, but before he could turn around a strong arm wrapped around his waist, teeth nibbling his earlobe.

"Vous possédez mon coeur, John Sheppard," Rodney whispered in John's ear, hot breath blowing. "Et mon âme. Je ne vous laisse jamais partir. Vous appartenez à moi."

"I own your heart, Rodney?" John smiled softly. "And your soul?"

"You speak French?" Rodney asked, a bit surprised.

"And did you also say you'll never let me go?" John turned in Rodney's arms. "And that I belong to you?"

"That would be a rough translation." Rodney drew him in for a kiss.

"You're a bit possessive, aren't you?" John asked, fingers dancing up Rodney's bare back.

"You have no idea," Rodney moaned, just before he took John's mouth again, leading John back to the bed, John on his back, Rodney between his legs. Pushing John's knees up he placed a kiss to John's ass, kneading those skinny cheeks firmly, nipping a bit. "I want to fuck you with my tongue, make you scream and beg." Rodney placed a kiss to the center, hearing a sharp gasp. "Beautiful man." He swiped his tongue back and forth, feeling each and every shiver in John's body.

"What about your...oh God, Rodney...your meeting?" John gasped.

"I'm always late. They know that." Rodney stabbed John's hole with his tongue a few times. "Such a perfect ass."

John's hands moved under his legs, holding himself open for Rodney, the rough tongue entering...John lost it, his vocabulary reduced to "please" and "more" and "harder." Rodney was blurring the line between pain and pleasure and John reveled in what he perceived as his sexual awakening. Rodney's touches were the most amazing thing. One minute caressing his skin, the next nails were digging in. Rodney licked him and bit him and kissed him and all John could utter were unintelligible sounds, grunts and moans.

Rodney responded by leaving a trail of saliva along the crack, teasing with a finger, John attempting to push down, Rodney stopping him. "Let me lead." Rodney was pleased when John stilled, slowly easing his index finger inside, more kisses and bites...more saliva and a second finger, followed by a third. He was hitting John's prostate and pulling his balls tight, not wanting John to come yet.

"Please...do something, Rodney...oh God, please...I need..." John's breath caught as his prostate was brushed and he lost his train of thought.

"Hush, John, I'm going to give you what you need." As Rodney entered him, John closed his eyes, relaxing his body, giving himself over. "Look at me John," Rodney said, seeing wonder in John's eyes. "Know that I love you." He slid in about a third of the way. "So good, so tight and hot." John tried to grind his body down again, but Rodney wouldn't allow it, pleasuring John with short, stabbing thrusts.

"I want..." John began.

"What, John?" Rodney stilled, deep inside John, rolling his hips.

"Ah, God, it's hard to think when you do that."

"What do you need, lover?" Rodney reiterated.

John just moaned as Rodney brushed his prostate.

"Come for me, John."

"RODNEY!" The shout was loud, gutteral, hoarse...John collapsed, catching his breath, Rodney's arms around him, soothing him as he came down from his endorphin high.

"You okay?" Rodney asked softly, a kiss to John's brow.

"Again," John murmured into Rodney's neck.

"John, I am down for the count."

"Please, Rodney, I need more. That wasn't enough."

"Not enough?" Rodney squeaked as his dick was fondled and somehow swelled a tiny bit. "John, no." Rodney pulled John's hand away. "I promise we'll have a lot more fun if I'm more...awake and aware."

"I know," John said a bit sadly, "you have a meeting."

Rodney sighed and hit the com. "Zippy, I won't be at the meeting this morning. Something came up."

"It's Zelenka! ZELENKA!" came the frustrated scream.

"Yeah, whatever Zbrigniew. McKay out." Rodney turned to John. "Meeting canceled."

"You canceled your meeting for me," John smirked. "Does this mean you're coming back to bed?"

"Can I get a bit of sleep, Major?"

"Of course, Doctor McKay." John pulled back the covers and the moment Rodney slipped under the sheet, John rolled atop him, kissing down Rodney's body, coaxing his dick hard. "After you fuck me again..."

Epilogue:

Six weeks later it began.

John threw up his breakfast almost every morning. He couldn't even ingest plain cereal, but he did start to eat the nauseating vegetables the Athosians grew on the mainland. Flying a jumper made him dizzy and he became extremely argumentative with everyone.

Carson did a cursory exam and came to the conclusion that John just needed more rest.

Approximately two weeks after that, John's sexual appetite had gone into overdrive and Rodney had taken to hiding as often as he could; John had actually fucked him four times in one night. If Rodney hadn't screamed "NO MORE!" (and locked himself in the bathroom) John would have gone at it again. Rodney had actually considered moving to the mainland when John fainted in the shower, giving himself a mild concussion.

Carson ran further tests and this time came to a different conclusion, running the tests three more times to confirm it. When he told John, John just smiled...and tried to strangle Rodney.

But eventually John resolved himself to the fact that there was nothing he could do but pray things were over quickly...

~~~

"Rodney, I swear, I'm going back to that planet with a nuke and killing them ALL!"

"Take it easy, John," Rodney soothed, wiping John's forehead with the cloth. "Who knew this would happen?"

"I bet you did!"

"Shhh, we're almost there."

The last thing John saw before the darkness overtook him was Rodney's sweet smile. When he came to, he was in their shared bed, that same smile looking at him.

"Over?" he asked, voice a bit weak.

"Yeah, it is."

"Where is he?"

Rodney picked up the small bundle beside the bed. "She, John, not he."

"Name?"

"Rebecca," Rodney stated, "because it sounds good."

John took her into his arms, a grin on his face as he studied hers. "Welcome to the world, Rebecca McKay Sheppard." She let out a cry and all the lights in the room flickered. "Yep, you're my daughter all right."

Three months later John and his team did indeed return to P3S-987. He returned home with a devious smirk and nine months after that...

"JOHHHHNNNN!!"

Riley McKay Sheppard had arrived.

FIN