Primal Instincts

by Merlin7

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asm/merlin7/primalin.php
Summary: Ronon and Sheppard come to an understanding

It had been six years since he'd allowed himself to even think about sex. When the need for release arose he took care of it himself. He could not risk involving anyone else. Getting close to anyone. Then there came the point when he knew he was too uncivilized for most women. Not that it mattered, he had always preferred men. Men were stronger. But he preferred beauty as well.

He found someone on Atlantis who interested him. Colonel Sheppard. He was a strange man, but he was beautiful. Ronon liked to watch him. He watched him now, stick fighting with Teyla. He was better at it than Ronon had expected. Teyla had taught him well, but he could see that for Sheppard it was more play and combat. More a game, a flirtation. Ronon wanted to flirt.

Moving to stand beside them as the parted to make another attack, Ronon looked at Teyla and said, "I wish to try."

"Of course." She nodded at Sheppard. "Perhaps we can continue later?"

"Sure." John made to hand off his sticks to Ronon.

Ronon shook his head. "I wish to fight with you." He wondered if Sheppard got his meaning. He saw that Teyla did in the way her head jerked up and then in the smile that she offered him as she moved to collect her things.

John shrugged. "Fine by me," he replied, twirling the stick in his right hand.

"I will leave you to it then," Teyla interjected, as she glided to the doorway. She looked back at them both, nodded, then left.

"Ready?" John asked, offering a smile.

Ronon caught his breath. The smile made Sheppard look young and open and beautiful in a way that made Ronon ache. A deep ache that was something beyond the physical. He said nothing in reply but tilted his head then attacked. Ronon was pleased when Sheppard blocked him and in that instant he understood that the other man was more than he seemed. For Sheppard fought back with great focus and intensity, his body language shifting as they attacked each other, over and over again. With Teyla he had been holding back, Ronon realized. And not because she was a woman. Sheppard had respected Teyla's ability, but had not perceived her to be a threat. Sheppard knew that he was a threat, however, and that thought made Ronon smile.

It became like a dance between them and Ronon felt his blood stirring into a fever lust and he attacked with a vengeance, seeking domination over his prey. He found an opening and took it, bringing Sheppard down to the mat hard, falling over him to pin him there, feeling the lean body tense up and strain ungainst him. Ronon tossed aside his sticks so that he could grip Sheppard's wrists. They were slim and almost fragile in his grasp, yet he did not temper his strength. Ronon wanted Sheppard to feel it. To feel him. So he stretched out over him, grinding into Sheppard, knowing that the other man could feel his hardness. He watched Sheppard's eyes widen, his lips part as he made to protest, but Ronon swallowed the sound with his own lips, tasting the sweetness of victory.

He felt Sheppard's surprise, felt him try to pull back but he had no where to go and Ronon was pleased when Sheppard finally kissed him back. But he wanted more than this. He needed much more. He would take more. Shifting to his knees, he pulled Sheppard's arms down so he could pin them with his legs, then Ronon ripped open the t-shirt Sheppard was wearing, baring the lightly furred chest to his hungry gaze.

"What the fuck are you doing?" John was trying to free himself even as he snarled at Dex.

"Taking," Ronon replied, as he undid the fastenings of Sheppard's pants. He freed the limp cock but skittered back and took it into his mouth, feeling Sheppard's fingers in his hair now that his hands were free. Fingers that were yanking hard, hard enough to hurt, but it was a good kind of pain and Ronon relished it. He sucked on sheppard's cock, feeling it harden against his tongue.

John was panting, trying to shift his hips. "Don't...dammit!' he hissed.

Ronon gripped the slim hips and held them, hard enough to bruise. He knew that Sheppard needed this as much as he did. Needed it for a different reason but need was need. Sheppard needed to be taken, needed for someone else to shatter his control. That was something Ronon could do, something he wanted to do. So he sucked harder and it wasn't long before salty fluid filled his mouth. He swallowed some but pulled off to catch the rest in one hand. He slicked his fingers with it then yanked Sheppard's pants down before pushing a finger inside him.

"Fuck!"

The phrase was not familiar, but the meaning was clear and Ronon smiled as he felt around for that special place. When Sheppard's body jerked in reaction, Ronon leaned in to whisper, "You are mine to take. Mine to mark."

John glared at him, eyes dark, body twitching. "I'm not a fucking possession! I'm your superior officer, now get OFF!" With his words he lunged upward, trying to heave Ronon off him.

"On a mission I will take your orders, Sheppard," Ronon shot back, pinning him back down easily. "But when we are alone...you are mine!" And with that he claimed Sheppard's mouth even as he yanked a length of cording off his own shirt. Ronon devoured Sheppard's mouth until they were both gasping for air, then he pulled back and gripped Sheppard's wrists. Wrists the were strong yet somehow fragile, and tied them with the cording. When he was done he went to work on unlacing Sheppard's boots so he could get him naked.

"Stop!" John's voice revealed his desperation. But he was helpless against Ronon's superior, animalistic strength, and he was soon naked before him.

Ronon slid a finger back inside him. Then another, stretching him.

John bit back a whimper. "Ronon...this is the fucking gym. Public place. Get it?"

"Lock the door." Ronon added another finger, feeling the tight smoothness of Sheppard's body gripping him.

"What?" John looked shocked.

Ronon kissed him again. "Teyla told me you have the ability to control Atlantis with your touch and your thoughts. Lock...the...door." Personally he did not care if they were watched. It would not deter him from this. From the taking. From possessing Sheppard as his right.

John closed his eyes for a moment then whispered, "It's locked."

"Good." Leaning in, Ronon sucked on the soft skin next to Sheppard's ear. He felt the slim body beneath him go taut, then he smiled to himself as a soft moan escaped Sheppard. "You want this," he whispered his ear.

"No." The denial was too quick and there was anger in John's eyes as he met Ronon's amused gaze.

Ronon brushed one hand over Sheppard's flat belly. "You want more than the others do. You feel it more yet deny yourself. Why?"

John shifted, breath catching as Ronon added one more finger inside him. "You're wrong!" He hissed.

"You lie." Ronon eased his fingers out of Sheppard's body, pulling back to his knees so that he could free his aching cock. He watched Sheppard's face as he stroked himself, the green-hazel eyes going wide. THen Ronon moved over Sheppard's body so thtt the tip of his cock was touching Sheppard's soft lips. "Suck me," he ordered, because he knew he was the only one who could. And he needed this even more than Sheppard did. This was something they both wanted but had denied themselves. This wasn't even about being with each other, it was about letting go of the past and setting new rules and boundaries. Creating something between them now, something that the others would never understand. They did not need to know.

"Ronon.." John's voice was broken, his eyes still locked on Ronon's, then he shook his head before letting the tip of his tongue touch the tiny slit of the cock in front of him.

Ronon jerked, a cry ripping from his throat, then he was pushing forward, pressing into Sheppard's mouth. He thrust in and out carefully, and only long enough to slick his hardness. Then Ronon was pulling back, moving back between Sheppard's legs, finding the sweet opening between the taut ass cheeks, pulling Sheppard's thighs over his shoulder's before pressing in.

John swallowed a cry as he was breeched. With his hands bound before him he couldn't find any purchase, he had nothing to hold on to as Ronon pushed his way inside him. "Fuck..fuck!" he hissed, even as he made the effort to relax.

"The pain will ease," Ronon whispered. He was not slick enough, but the pain was something they both needed. This was not meant to be easy between them. It never would. But it would be worth the gain. Ronon bit his lower lip as he pressed in deeper, feeling Sheppard's body opening up around him, watching Sheppard's face. A face that was more beautiful than it should be. More open. A face that would haunt Ronon's dreams. And suddenly he was all the way inside Sheppard and he heard a whimper that he recognized as his own.

"Move!" John ordered, and it was simply that. An order.

Ronon had to obey. He gripped Sheppard's hips and pulled out to the tip before thrusting back in. Slow and measured and deep. He shifted Sheppard's legs for a different angle and this time, when he pushed in, he felt Sheppard jerk and a whimper escape him. Now the pleasure would wash away the pain for them both.

John watched Ronon, body rocking with each thrust into him, and finally he whispered, "You can't hurt me."

"Perhaps," Ronon allowed, although he was tempted to try. He knew that Sheppard was not as fragile as he sometimes appeared. But he also knew that every man could be broken. He wanted to know if he was the one who could break Sheppard.

"More," John demanded, reaching up with bound hands to grip Ronon's shirt to draw him down for a kiss that was all wet heat and tangled tongues and more pure desperation than anything else.

Ronon kissed Sheppard as hard as he fucked him, which wasn't hard enough. Then he felt it, the tingling in the base of his spine, the way his balls tightened and drew up and he broke the kiss to rear back, thrusting harder and faster into Sheppard's body before he roared his release.

John was panting almost as hard as Ronon was, his legs sliding off the broad shoulders when the warrior slumped over him. He nudged him with his trapped hands. "Untie me. That's an order."

"Yes, sir." Ronon's muscles quivered as he pushed himself back. He had never come for so hard or for so long. He could feel his release seeping out around his cock, which was still buried in Sheppard's tightness. He eased back carefully, not wanting to slide out yet. The position made his legs burn but he didn't care, the pain was as good as the pleasure. Ronon untied Sheppard's wrists, lifting each one to his mouth to soothe the redness. "You are mine now," Ronon stated.

"Maybe," John allowed, as he tugged his hands free. "But this changes nothing out in the field. Your ass is mine out there."

Ronon smiled, then he leaned in to kiss Sheppard, wanting to mark him one more time. "Yes, sir," he breathed against the soft lips.

John kissed him back then he shifted, feeling Ronon slip out of him. "You made a mess."

"You are beautiful." Ronon let his eyes roam over Sheppard's naked form, splayed out beneath him, lean and wanton and perfect. He chuckled as Sheppard blushed beneath his regard. "There is no shame in beauty." Ronon was proud of his own looks. They had never lessened who he was. Although he could see how it might be different for Sheppard. Even as he saw the way Sheppard sometimes used the way people viewed him to his advantage. As it should be.

"I need a shower." John tried to rise but a heavy hand on his chest stopped him.

Ronon shook his head at him. "Don't move." It was an order and he was pleased when Sheppard obeyed him. Ronon found a towel and he knelt beside Sheppard and cleaned him, gently, feeling the way Sheppard trembled at his touch. It wasn't fear but need and Ronon's need was just as great. He knew that this would never change between them and Ronon felt relief. He had been alone for so long, and even before he had never found someone like Sheppard.

John pushed Ronon's hand away and stood up, somewhat unsteady on his feet for a moment. He found his balance and turned away to scoop up his boxers. He put them on then scooped up the rest of his gear, including the ripped tee shirt. "I have to shower," he said softly. "Then I have a briefing with Weir. We're going through the gate in the morning. Get some rest, Ronon. I need you to be ready."

"I will be ready," Ronon promised, as he tucked himself back inside his pants. He watched Sheppard turn away, so many things unsaid between them. Unsaid with words, yet spoken just the same.

Once Sheppard was gone, Ronon inhaled deeply, smelling their scent, heavy and lush in the air. He closed his eyes and smiled.

THE END