Wicked

by Merlin7

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asm/merlin7/wicked.php
Summary: Not supplied

Rodney hated Halloween. He honestly could not see anything to like about it. What was the point of dressing up in stupid costumes and going house to house asking for Candy? Even as a kid it never made sense to Rodney. If he wanted candy, preferably chocolate, he would simply go to the store and buy it. Halloween parties also made no sense to him at all. Especially adult parties. Like the one he was at now. The one that Major Sheppard had set up with Weir's approval. Everyone was in costume and everyone kept asking Rodney where his was. And he kept explaining that he was a werewolf but he hadn't changed yet since there was no full moon. He was tired of everyone rolling their eyes at him.

Suddenly Rodney spotted Major Sheppard coming towards him. To his surprise, the major did not appear to be in costume either. "So who are you supposed to be?" Rodney asked, as John reached him.

"A warlock." John smiled and it turned into a smirk as his eyes roved over Rodney. "Nice costume. You came as a geek?"

"Jerk!" Rodney knew the major was teasing him though. At least he hoped he was. "So...you're supposed to be a Warlock?"

John nodded. "That's right."

Rodney studied him. John was wearing dark pants and a long-sleeved black shirt. "Uh...shouldn't you be wearing a cape and a pointy hat?"

"I'm more of a *Harry Potter* kind of Warlock," John replied. "Minus the magic wands. Actually...I guess I'm really more of a *Charmed* kind of Warlock."

"Right." Rodney resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

John was still grinning. "Gotta go mingle. Enjoy the party. I made sure everything is citrus free."

Rodney appreciated the thought as he watched John walked away. He enjoyed the view. For as slim as John was, he had a great ass. Nice and firm and squeezable. Oh shut up! Rodney told his inner voice. Then his attention was diverted as well as he took note of the fact that John was slipping out the side door. "Where is he going?" Rodney whispered to himself, even as he moved to follow.

John headed for a transporter and Rodney cursed. He waited until it returned so he could enter it and was ready to make it take him to the place John had departed, but he didn't get the chance. The minute he stepped inside it took off. Rodney didn't even get a chance to wonder about it when it stopped and the doors whooshed open . He stepped out and found himself in a deserted corridor in a part of Atlantis that he had never been in before. Rodney sighed. "Great...just great. How am I supposed to find the major?" But even as he asked himself the question, he found himself drawn forward. So Rodney went where his intincts led him and after a time, after many turns and twists down multiple corridors, he reached a door. He did not even get a chance to decide whether or not he wanted to go in, when the door opened.

Hesitantly, Rodney stepped inside. Immediately, the door closed behind him. Rodney shivered. The room was lit in golden shadows and lights danced about overhead, reminding Rodney of some stupid movie he had seen years ago where little, glowy, fairies had danced in the night air. The effect was like watching giant fireflies flickering about. It was eerie yet rather pretty, Rodney decided. He took a few more steps in and that's when he heard it. Music. Soft and sensual music and it wrapped around him like a warm embrace, guiding Rodney forward.

That's when he saw John. The major was standing next to a mirrored wall. A wall that reflected all the dancing lights, even as it flickered with it's own. The music seemed to be centered from the wall and Rodney noticed that the dancing - fairylights- seemed to be drawn around the major. They swirled around him and it was a beautiful effect. Rodney watched for a moment, entranced. Then he cleared his throat. "Major?"

"Hello, Rodney," John drawled. "Do you like?" He gestured about him.

"What is this place?"

John shrugged. "My *quiet* place."

Rodney didn't think it was very quiet, but decided not to point that out. "Um...why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" John countered.

"I followed you." Rodney saw no reason to lie.

John smiled. "But why did you follow me?" he prompted.

Rodney hesitated to answer that one. "I just did." Stupid comeback but he didn't want to think about the real reason why. "You know what? I think I'm going to go now. I shouldn't have come."

"Halt!" As John spoke he waved one arm.

"Hey!" Rodney screeched, as body froze to the spot. He, literally, could not move a muscle.

John was smiling as he approached and walked a slow circle around Rodney. He reached the front of him again and kissed him.

Rodney felt like he should have protested, but it was a nice kiss. A very nice kiss. He had known John would be a good kisser. Whoa..wait a minute here. "You just kissed me!" It was more a statement than an actual protest.

"You wanted me to kiss you." John was walking a circle around Rodney again.

"Like hell I did!" Rodney exclaimed. Only to have a tiny voice in his head whisper at him *Liar* And it shook Rodney to realize that the voice in his head was John's. Rodney was starting to freak out here. He ordered his muscles to move but they were still frozen. "What the hell is going on here? What did you do to me?"

John sighed as he moved to stand in front of Rodney again. "If I release you...are you going to run away?" he asked.

Rodney had no intention of leaving any time soon. He was scared but he was also angry. And he was turned on. By John. By the way he moved and the way he looked in the golden light. And more than anything, Rodney wanted to kiss the smirk off the major's face. "I won't run," Rodney promised, and there was a dangerous note in his voice. He watched John smile again and wave his arm and suddenly Rodney was able to move. And move he did. He growled as he lunged forward to grip John by the shirt front. Then he was pushing the other man back until they hit the wall. Rodney pinned him there with his body while his hands slid into John's soft hair. And then Rodney was kissing him.

And it was a hard kiss. Rodney wanted to punish John even as he devoured him. But all too soon the kiss changed and Rodney was tasting John, lapping at his soft lips, nipping the lush lower lip then pulling away to gaze into green-hazel eyes. "I'm not sorry I did that," Rodney stated. He was surprised he had done it but he wasn't sorry.

"I'm not sorry either," John replied. He smiled as he shifted one hand between them then he pressed his palm over Rodney's hardness. "I take it this means you like me?"

"My cock likes you anyway." That was all the confession that Rodney was going to make at this point.

John laughed. "I like it when you're all aggressive, Rodney. Must be the wolf man in you."

Rodney rolled his eyes. "That's just a stupid myth and my cop out for having no interest in wearing a costume."

"I think it's more than that." John was rubbing Rodney's hardness as he spoke. "You didn't have to pretend to be anyone if you didn't want to. But you chose to be a werewolf. I think you have a bit of the beast in you, Rodney."

"Oh really?" Rodney was pressing into John's hand and he realized, with a start, that his voice was all growly. Not surprising since he was about one minute away from shooting his load inside his pants. Which seemed like a very bad idea when he could be naked and shooting it inside of John. So Rodney growled again and released John, but only so that he could rid him of his clothes.

John did not protest. Rather he allowed it and when they were both naked, he whispered in Rodney's ear, "It's a full moon, baby."

Rodney was about to remind John of the fact that there were no earth moon cycles here on Atlantis when he caught a glimmer of something silver overhead and looked up to see the ceiling panels sliding open to reveal the night. And glowing in the sky was a full - silver - moon. "Can't be..." Rodney whispered. But in that moment he felt compelled to throw back his head and howl. He felt a hand on his head and turned to find John smiling at him as he petted him.

"Good boy, Rodney," John purred. "Don't be afraid to be who you really are."

"Silence!" Rodney roared. And in this moment he felt strong and alive and horny as hell. He grabbed John and pressed him over a nearby table and there was no gentleness in him as he pressed his way inside John's body. There was only primal satisfaction as he thrust all the way in. And there was a deeper satisfaction when John whimpered and thrust back, taking Rodney in deeper. But Rodney held John still, wanting to be in control in this moment. Needing to be if only because he could and because it felt right and he nipped at John's shoulder as he came hard and fast, pulsing his seed into the other man's body before collapsing over him. And then Rodney was spent. He let himself relax onto John, knowing the major could hold him. Then Rodney let his eyes drift closed and he was almost asleep when he heard someone calling his name.

"Rodney."

It was John. Rodney knew it was John. But John could shut up and go away.

"Yo! Rodney! Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty. You're going to miss the party!"

"What?" That made Rodney's eyes snap open and he gasped when he realized where he was. Not in the strange room, buried balls deep inside of major Sheppard, but in his room, curled up on his bed, with the major standing over him. Smiling. Rodney sat up slowly. "What's going on?"

John made a face at him. "Halloween party. Remember? Let's go."

Rodney sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes. "How long was I asleep?" He knew it had to have been for a while and he had dreamed all that other stuff.

"About ten minutes," John replied. "You dozed off while I was in the shower. Guess I wore you out." A wicked smile curved his lips.

"Wore me out?" Rodney was thoroughly confused now.

John sat down beside him. "Uh..yeah. Remember? I came in to change for the party, you went all beasty-boy on me and ripped my clothes off and -- you get the picture. You don't remember fucking me senseless over the desk just ten minutes ago?"

Rodney stared at the desk. "We did it here?"

"Where else?" John pressed a hand to ROdney's forehead. "You feeling okay? Maybe I should take you to medical."

"I'm fine." Rodney pushed John's hand away. But he wasn't fine. He was confused. He studied John who was dressed in dark pants and a long-sleeved black shirt. "What are you dressed as?"

John rolled his eyes "I'm a Warlock, remember?"

Rodney looked down at himself. He was wearing his usual attire. "And I'm going as a werewolf?"

"Right. Pre-full moon transformation mode." John rose from the bed. "Maybe you should stay here and sleep some more."

"No..I'm fine." Rodney stood up as well. He looked at John and frowned as his lover waved one arm at him. Suddenly, Rodney felt his muscles freeze and he couldn't move. He watched as John approached him and kissed him, one hand sliding into ROdney's pants to stroke him. Apparently his cock wasn't paralyzed because it swelled against John's palm. Then John was stepping back and waving his arm again. Rodney stumbled as his muscles unfroze. "What the hell!"

John smiled at him. "Just practicing my powers."

Rodney's eyes went wide but he shook his head. "You're not really a Warlock. *Charmed* or otherwise."

"Whatever you say..wolfman," John countered, as he turned and headed for the door.

"Wait!" Rodney caught up with John, grabbed him by the arm and turned him around. He saw a flicker of red in John's eyes that glinted briefly then vanished. It was enough to make Rodney gasp and release him.

John frowned at Rodney. "Something wrong?"

Rodney shook his head then scratched the back of his neck. Then his underarm felt itchy. He scratched that then felt compelled to scratch behind his knee. "Uh...go ahead to the party, John. I"m gonna take a quick shower. I feel itchy."

"Fur can do that to you," John drawled. Then he was gone.

"What the fuck.." Rodney muttered as he continued scratching. He headed for the shower and was standing under the hot spray when a familiar voice - John's voice - whispered in his head

"Full moon rising, baby..."

Rodney turned his face into the water spray and howled.

THE END