mini_nanowrimo
So, I'm panicking a wee bit. 100 words a day - for 30 days. I'm going to be writing mostly drabbles, and rather than clutter up the flist with them, I think I'll just post one link with cuts for each days' stuff.
11/1/07 - Zelenka/Weir drabble - PG, 101 words, set after Lifeline
He doesn't think about it.
Mostly.
After the first few days, it's easy to push away the memories that surface.
He's survived bitter losses before.
Work keeps him busy. The demands of a relocated Atlantis and a new commander mean that his days are filled to overflowing with things that must be done.
He and Rodney log long hours repairing the damage to the city.
They bicker back and forth, trading barbs and finishing each others sentences.
Some things never change.
Radek pointedly ignores the sympathetic looks Rodney gives him when her name is mentioned.
He's survived before.
He'll survive this.
Nov. 2 - WIP - SGA McKay/Lorne slash 299 words
For career military, Evan's actually a pretty laid back guy.
He can roll with the punches with the best of them.
Find out there's something called the Stargate that allows people to travel from planet to planet, and, oh yeah, he gets to go to other planets. No problem.
Learn there are little snake things living in the bellies of people and passing themselves off as gods. All in a days' work.
Discover ships and a whole freakin' city that can be controlled by his mind. Well now, that's just cool.
Find out that this nifty new mind-controlled city is in a goddamned universe inhabited by space vampires that consider you a mid-afternoon snack and drain the life out of you with their hands. Not the best news, but the idea of a quick death at the hand of a Wraith is still preferable to getting one of those snake thingies in his belly.
So, really, when you consider all the curve balls that he's been thrown during his military service, Evan's a master of adapting as the situation requires. It takes a lot to make him miss a step, to shake his concentration, to throw him for a loop.
But right now, right fucking now Evan is quietly freaking out all over the place. And he's not freaking out over space vampires, or giant snake parasites with a god complex, or even tiny robots that can replicate anything they touch.
Right now, he's freaking out because the Chief Science Officer of the Atlantis expedition is on his knees giving Evan what he can only describe as the best blowjob he's ever had, sucking Evan's cock like he's got a goddamned Masters of Cocksucking. And, hell, McKay's got a whole wall of degrees, maybe he does have a Master of Cocksucking. TBC
Nov. 3 - WIP - SGA McKay/Lorne slash 331 words
No, fuck it - screw the Masters theory. Because, Jesus, McKay is a genius. Maybe he invented a whole new kind of cocksucking - McKay's probably working on a paper entitled The Theory of Sucking Evan's Brains Out Through His Cock. Because this, this is straight out of the very best kind of porn.
Evan's pants are tangled down around his knees. His back is pressed against the wall of the Wraith holding cell and right now he doesn't give a good fuck if Sheppard shows up to bust them out or not.
McKay's wide mouth is stretched around Evan's cock, lips wet and obscene as they slide up and down the length of his dick. McKay - Rodney - he's pretty sure they're on a first name basis now. Rodney's tongue swirls and presses and does all sorts of things that make Evan shudder and yeah, okay, when Rodney uses his teeth, Evan might have let out a whimper.
There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain when teeth are involved and Rodney probably fucking discovered the line because the soft scrape of his teeth along the underside of Evan's cock makes him see stars and buck forward. The head of his cock bumps the back of Rodney's throat and just like that Rodney does some head tilt thing and - no fucking way - Rodney takes him all the way in, swallowing Evan's cock with a moan.
And shit, even the very best porn can't compare to this. Evan's shuddering and shaking and it feels like his entire body is about to come apart at the seams. Rodney's hands have moved up to clutch at Evan's bare ass and Rodney's guiding him in, fucking his own face with Evan's cock.
Rodney lets out another one of those moans, and it sounds like pure sex, like Rodney's the one with his dick halfway down Evan's throat and Evan can feel Rodney's moan against his dick and just like that he's coming. TBC
Nov. 4 - More McKay/Lorne WIP porn - 234 words
His head thumps back against the wall and his hips jerk forward and Evan comes harder than he's ever come in his life. And Rodney just takes it, his mouth opening wider, one hand wrapping around the base of his cock and slowly stroking him through the waves of pleasure with a barely there touch that's still almost more than Evan can take.
Rodney doesn't pull away until he's wrung dry, his mouth sliding off Evan's cock with a wet pop. When Evan looks down he sees blue eyes gone hazy and those shiny pink lips and flushed cheeks and suddenly his legs won't hold him up.
He slides down the wall until he's on his knees, until Rodney's slick mouth is level with his own. He can't take his eyes off that mouth, and when Rodney licks his lips and looks at Evan with blissed out eyes he leans forward and kisses him. And Jesus, he can taste himself inside Rodney's mouth.
Rodney leans into him and Evan's hands are reaching out to touch him, and maybe Rodney did suck his brains out through his dick because the only thing Evan can think of is wrapping his hand around Rodney's cock. It's only when he feels the wetness on Rodney's BDUs that he realizes that Rodney came from this. Rodney came from sucking him off. It's the hottest thing he's ever seen.
Nov. 5 - WIP - SGA McKay/Lorne slash 343 words
Rodney shudders and breaks the kiss when Evan's hand slides across his wet BDUs and brush against his cock. Rodney's still about half-hard despite the spreading wetness Evan can feel against his fingertips.
"Did you? I mean, you came just from that without me even touching you."
Rodney nods and damned if he's not blushing, "I...I like that a lot."
The man who just sucked him into oblivion is blushing and that's a whole other kind of hot that Evan's mind can't quite wrap around.
They stay like that, face to face on their knees staring at each other. Rodney doesn't pull away, he just looks at Evan with wide eyes like he's waiting for something and Evan is pretty sure that he should be saying something right about now.
He's just not sure what it is he should be saying.
Somehow he missed the Dear Abby column explaining proper etiquette when a guy gets down on his knees and takes a dick down the throat.
He wants to ask Rodney why now and why him and when oh when can they do it again. He wants clarification on the whole I like that a lot response. Does that mean Rodney likes sucking Evan's cock in particular, or does Rodney just like sucking any cock. For all he knows Rodney's working his way through Atlantis, sucking cock after cock.
"Sheppard." Rodney says, tilting his head to the side. And yeah, Evan can get behind that. He can picture Rodney on his knees swallowing Sheppard's dick like a pro. Sheppard would be sitting with his usual loose limbed sprawl, eyes heavy lidded as he watched Rodney suck him down. Just thinking about it makes Evan's dick twitch.
"Sheppard." Rodney says again and now he's pulling away and scrambling to his feet.
"Major, did you hear me?" He snaps his fingers in front of Evan's eyes. "Oh, for god's sake put your clothes back on. That was a P-90. Sheppard's coming, he's probably got a whole platoon of Marines with him."
That gets Evan moving. TBC
November 6 - 300 words - finished McKay/Lorne - The Question Dear Abby Never Answered
November 7 - 442 Words - McKay/Sheppard WIP -
"You're telling me he doesn't know who any of you are or who he is?" Sam looked at Sheppard incredulously, waiting for his nod before continuing. "And we can't forcibly take him back without deactivating the collar?" This time she directed her attention to Radek.
"Yes, the collar seems to be some hybrid of Ancient and Valderian technology. Whenever Rodney gets too far away from the temple the collar begins to tighten around his neck. The memory loss seems to be triggered by the collar." Radek shrugged, "It is possible with access and enough time I could figure out how the collar works but the Valderians will not allow outsiders inside the city walls. Unless..." Radek trailed off, glancing uncertainly at John.
"Unless we agree to take part in the tournament." John leaned back in his chair. "Which is what we should be doing instead of wasting time talking about it."
Sam arched an eyebrow at John, "Colonel, it seems to me a little planning is in order considering the events that led to Rodney's kidnapping. Now tell me a little bit more about this tournament."
John scratched the back of his neck and shifted in his chair. "I didn't exactly get all the details."
"If I might, I believe I can help explain the Valderian tournament and why they have taken Dr. McKay," Teyla offered. "In Valderian culture, someone who looks like Dr. McKay would be considered the most handsome of men." At Ronon's snort, Teyla narrowed her eyes. "Fair skin and eyes are not common on their home planet and are prized. I believe that is why Dr. McKay was singled out by the Valderian rading party. By capturing Dr. McKay and offering him as the prize in their tournament, they bring great glory to their people. Dr. McKay will be treated most well while held by the Valderians and we needn't be concerned for his safety.
The tournament itself is open to the twelve competitors who pay the greatest tribute to the Valderians, usually by offerings of goods that can be used by the Valderians for trade. Once accepted into the tournament, there are tasks that each competitor must complete.
Those who succeed will be allowed to spend time in Dr. McKay's company so that he might judge their suitability as his mate. Before each day's challenges begin, Dr. McKay will choose one competitor to leave the tournament and those remaining will continue. The winner of the tournament will receive both Dr. McKay and the key to the collar."
"So basically, what you're telling me is that McKay is the star of the Pegasus Galaxy version of the Bachelor." TBC
Nov. 8 - 313 words of McKay/Sheppard WIP -
There was more than a little amusement in Carter's voice.
"Well, now, I don't know that I would say that..." John squirmed again. "Anyway, all we need to figure out is how to get Teyla in the tournament, or competition or whatever."
Teyla arched an eyebrow at him, "I do not believe I should be the one competing for Dr. McKay. The Valderians would view it as an insult if a female were to compete in such a contest, doubly so if the female were to actually advance past the first day. The twelve who compete in the tournament are always male."
John leaned forward in his seat. "Men are going to be competing to have Rodney as a mate?"
Teyla nodded. "In Valderian culture it is normal for men to take both a female and a male as mates. Most likely Dr. McKay would be used to ensure that desirable traits such as the color of his eyes were passed on to a new generation."
John slumped back again. "So, McKay's supposed to be a stud service for some Valderians' wife."
Teyla nodded again, "It is likely that Dr. McKay would "service" as you say, both the wife and the husband. The Valderians are a very lusty people and someone with Dr. McKay's looks would be almost impossible to resist to either man or woman. I believe it would be best for either you or Ronon to compete for Dr. McKay, and I will accompany you as a wife."
"It should be Colonel Sheppard," Radek pushed his glasses up his nose. "Since he has the Ancient gene, if he gets close enough to Rodney he may be able to determine how to deactivate the collar."
"I agree," Sam grinned. "Colonel, we need to get McKay back. Looks like you'll be competing in the Bachelor Pegasus style."
"I just never see it coming." TBC
Nov. 9 - 324 words McKay/Sheppard WIP -
Mission: Pegasus Bachelor as Carter insisted on calling it, didn't get underway until three days later.
It took nearly all that time to gather what Teyla determined would be a suitable tribute to ensure John was accepted as a competitor in the tournament. The delay made John antsy, but Teyla assured him that the tournament would not start for several days to ensure that all were informed of the great prize at stake.
A little recon proved Teyla right, Lorne's team came back from a neighboring planet with what looked like the Valderian version of a movie poster. It featured a very relaxed looking Rodney stretched out on a pile of black pillows wearing nothing but silky blue harem pants. He looked good, really good. The dark pillows made his skin look glow and how was it that John had never noticed that Rodney had muscled up over the last few years. His shoulders were broad and the curve of his biceps was clearly defined. He looked, well, hot.
Even Carter was stunned silent.
Unfortunately her silence didn't extend to John's wardrobe. While Teyla was organizing the goods for the tribute, a couple of Athosian women had worked nearly around the clock to fashion something that a warrior of John's station would wear. His "courting clothes" - yeah, that Carter was a barrel of laughs - consisted of tight black suede pants and a matching vest. No shirt underneath, just John's bare chest, dog tags and what was left of his dignity.
John was pretty sure he looked ridiculous, but it was almost worth it when Lorne laughed so hard he fell down the stairs. Almost.
Teyla wore the long skirt with the split to the top of her thigh and another one of those tiny shirts that had been the fantasy of just about every man on Atlantis.
Like usual Ronon wore whatever he wanted. He would travel with them as John's bodyguard/manservant. TBC
Nov. 10 - 440 words McKay/Sheppard WIP
Meanwhile...back on Valderia
On the first day Rodney was taken prisoner, he woke up with a knot the size of a golf ball on the back of his head and a metal collar around his neck. His mouth was dry and his head was fuzzy and he was certain that something was very very wrong. The fact that was naked and tied to some sort of sleeping platform covered in silky blankets and pillows wasn't nearly as worrisome as the half-dozen or so people surrounding the bed.
When Rodney opened his eyes, one of the men elbowed another. "See, it is as I told you, his eyes shine like jewels and his skin glows like it is kissed by moonlight."
As a group, the people moved closer, one woman leaning over until she was mere inches from his face. "Yes Frenold, he is a lovely speciman." Rodney squirmed under the gaze of her dark eyes. "And look how his skin flushes pink." She ran a hand along his bare shoulder and squeezed his bicep. "He will be the finest prize yet."
Frenold slapped her hand away. "Careful sister, you will leave bruises on his skin. He must look his best to bring great tribute to our people." He loosened the silk ties around Rodney's wrists and ankles before cupping Rodney's chin. "Are you well?"
Rodney licked his lips, the fuzziness in his head had cleared just enough to make him realize he was missing some key information. "I, uh, think so...Where am I? Better yet, who am I?"
Frenold smiled at him, his teeth shining white against his cafe au lait skin. "This is the greatest temple in Valderia and shall serve as your home until your new master claims you. You, my sky-eyed friend are the most lovely of the Valderian shovaks I've seen in my lifetime." TBC
November 11 - 434 words McKay/Sheppard WIP
On the morning of Rodney's third day as a prisoner, he figured out that the Valderians weren't planning on sacrificing him to some pagan god.
From what he could tell, his main function was to sit around and look pretty when Frenold and his creepy sister came to visit. Frenold would at least talk to him and answer some of his questions, the creepy sister just stared at him like he was some kind of specimen.
At least he wasn't naked anymore. The Valderians had provided him with some rather inappropriate clothes. While he still wasn't sure who he was, he was convinced that he'd never before roamed around in silky blue pajama bottoms and no shirt. He'd protested at first, especially when they brought in the guy that had pointed some sort of shiny round thing at him.
Frenold had frowned at him and adjusted the collar around Rodney's neck and suddenly he didn't mind the pants so much. They were soft and soothing against his skin, and at Frenold's coaxing, Rodney had leaned back on the silky black cushions and allowed the guy to point the shiny round thing at him as much as he wanted.
He was pretty sure the shiny round thing was taking his picture and vaguely aware that he might be starring in some sort of Valderian HBO after dark movie. But that just made him wonder what HBO was, which made him remember that he really didn't know who he was and it was easier just to enjoy the soft pillows against his skin.
He was allowed to move freely about the temple and the gardens that surrounded it, but if he took more than a few steps past the gardens the collar around his neck tightened painfully.
The temple had running water after a fashion, and he found a working sink and toilet in the small room the joined his bedroom. When he'd demanded access to a shower, Frenold had merely smiled at him indulgently and led him out into the garden to a beautiful stone lined pool.
Frenold pointed out the little alcove carved into the stone and filled with all manner of soaps and bathing oils. "You may bathe yourself here, Shovak, for the pleasure of the Valderian people."
Turned out bathing didn't rate much privacy to the Valderians, at least not if you were the shovak. The small pool had hot and cold running water and a little waterfall that could be used to rinse off. It also had what looked like stadium seating at one end, seating that was rapidly being filled by Frenold's sister and some others Rodney recognized from that first day.
"Uh, you know. I think maybe I'll wait." Rodney'd managed to choke out.
Nov. 12 - 447 more words of McKay/Sheppard WIP
Frenold frowned at him, "Tomorrow the selection of your future mate will begin. You must prepare yourself by bathing in the ceremonial pool and anointing yourself with scented oil to make your skin shine and your eyes glow."
Rodney scowled, "Yes, yes, I know. I am the, 'Shovak'," he punctuated his words with air quotes, "of the Valderian people and I need to make sure I have a lustrous mane and a glossy coat so I can attract great riches and a virile mate, blah blah blah." He gestured toward the crowd gathering at the other side of the pool, "I'm still not taking a bath with an audience."
Frenold studied him, "Do not try my patience, Shovak. Preparation by force would not be pleasant for you."
Rodney narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms across his bare chest, "As you pointed out to your sister, I bruise very easily. If anyone lays a hand on me it will damage the goods. Cash cow here, remember." He stepped back when Frenold moved toward him. "And don't even think about doing that little trick with the collar or so help me-"
Frenold let out a booming laugh, "Such spirit...you tempt me to enter the tournament myself." He closed the distance between them, "I will make a bargain with you. I will send the others away and you may bathe for my pleasure alone."
Rodney glanced back at the crowd and then at Frenold. "I, uh, I'm supposed to remain pure for my intended mate, right? So, no funny business."
Frenold nodded, "Your chastity is safe with me, at least until I defeat all others and claim you as my mate."
Rodney felt his cheeks flush. To the Valderians chastity was a relative term. Memory loss or not, he was certain he hadn't reached the age of, what, thirty-something, without having sex of some sort. He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, send the others away and I'll take a bath in your sacred pond of mate-attracting."
Ten minutes later Rodney was up to his neck in bubbles trying to keep himself completely covered as he bathed as unseductively as possible. TBC
November 13 - 470 more words of
Just as Teyla had predicted, all visitors entering the Valderian capital city were stopped at the gates and made to state their purpose. The guards let them enter easily enough after John shoved a poster of Rodney at them and gestured toward the handcart loaded with goods Ronon pulled.
The city reminded John of New Orleans. The streets were filled with vendors selling everything from food to fabric and everything in between. Colorfully dressed people with skin ranging from darkest ebony to sun-kissed gold bustled about busily. A group of young men and women with kohl-lined eyes performed on a raised stage on one corner. They moved in unison in an intricate dance that displayed their scantily clad bodies to best advantage.
The Atlantis group drew speculative glances as they passed, more than one person giving John the once over. There were a few catcalls mixed in with the murmurs of encouragement that made John's cheeks burn.
When they were within sight of the temple John noticed a crowd gathered around one corner. He intended to pass on by but an enthusiastic shout of "Shovak" brought him up short. He paused in the street, holding up a hand to motion Teyla and Ronon to stop. "I think we should check it out, maybe Rodney's giving people the royal wave or something. Wait here."
John pushed his way to the front of the crowd, his mouth dropping open when he caught a glimpse of what they were watching. A large view screen showed McKay in all of his naked glory climbing out of a stone-lined pool.
Rodney.
Naked.
John's mouth went dry when Rodney fully emerged from the pool, the water running off his surprisingly well-muscled body. Rodney obviously didn't know the Valderian version of a live video feed was broadcasting his every move. There was no audio, but he was clearly talking to someone off-screen. His mouth was pulled down in a familiar scowl, and even on the video John could tell that Rodney was rolling his eyes.
John smirked, even without his memory Rodney was clearly the same 'ole smart-mouth McKay.
Rodney chose that moment to turn away from the camera and the crowd was treated to a shot of his bare ass. And wow, what an ass. It was pale and perfectly round and the kind of ass that made John forget that he'd given up men when he joined the Air Force.
“Quite a prize, eh?” A well-dressed man nudged John with his elbow. “He's a bit long in the tooth compared to my usual, but an ass like that just begs to be well-fucked. The chance to get at him is well worth the cost to enter the tourney.”
John thought he deserved a commendation for not killing the bastard on the spot. TBC
Nov. 14 - McKay/Sheppard WIP - 432 words
***
Rodney glared at Frenold as he prepared to climb out of the pool. He'd drawn the bath out as long as possible hoping the other man would lose interest and move along. Now the water had grown cold and Frenold was still watching him as intently as ever.
He'd given up trying to keep himself covered, most of the bubbles had evaporated when the water chilled. He couldn't even put his pants back on, Frenold had picked them up while Rodney was bathing. Even now Frenold was rubbing the silky blue material through his fingers in a crazy stalker kind of way. "I suppose it's too much to ask for you to turn around while I get dressed. Assuming of course that you stop fondling my pants sometime this decade."
Frenold merely smiled at him and shook his head. "They make a poor substitute for your skin, Shovak, but they still hold the scent of your body."
"O...kay. Um, ewww." Of course he would be held hostage by the Pegasus Galaxy's version of a panty-sniffing pervert. "How about you keep the pants then," he made a vaguely obscene gesture with his hand, "you can have your way with them or whatever gets your rocks off. Just give me something else to wear."
"Come now, surely you don't think a bath is all I brought you here for. Your preparation has just begun." Frenold tossed the pants aside and moved closer as Rodney emerged from the water. "Another garment awaits you in your room, one that will showcase all your attributes."
Rodney scowled and rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He had a sudden vision of himself in assless chaps. So. Not. Going. There. And the Pegasus Galaxy? Whatever the Valderians had done to his memory must not be permanent because random memories of pre-kidnapping things kept bleeding through. Nothing helpful like his name of course.
Frenold held up a clear glass bottle filled with shimmery liquid. "Before you dress your body must be anointed with the sacred oil."
Rodney huffed, this was getting ridiculous. "Fine, hand it over. The sooner I slick myself up the sooner I can get dressed."
Frenold's smile broadened, "You misunderstand me, Shovak. The ritual requires that you be prepared for your mate each night by a member of the royal family. Tonight that honor is mine. Once the tournament begins, my sister will take over this duty so that I may compete."
Oh, joy. This kidnapping thing just got better and better. Now he had getting molested by both Frenold and his creepy sister to look forward to. TBC
***
November 15 - 355 words of McKay/Sheppard WIP
"And look at his lips, made for sucking cock." The man continued, oblivious to John's growing rage. The jackass was talking about Rodney like he was a piece of meat. Like his sole purpose was to be the guy's fucktoy.
John's fists clenched as he stepped closer to the other man. "You should show a little respect."
The man gave John an appraising look and then laughed outright. "So you're smitten by the shovak too. What, do you fancy a love match?" He gestured toward the view screen, "One look at him shows he's a natural born catamite."
"That's it, buddy. I've had just about enough of your mouth—"
"Husband," Teyla interrupted as she moved to stand between him and the other man. "I have found you at last. I was worried when we got separated, should we not pay tribute to the royal family? I'm sure you can finish your business with this gentleman later." She smiled at him sweetly even as she gave him a vicious pinch. "I would not want you to lose your place in the tourney because you were distracted."
“Yes,” the other man sneered. “Do as your woman says. Run along and pay your tribute so I may have the pleasure of defeating you.” He turned to go, the crowd parting even as he called back. “If you're lucky I'll let you watch when I plow him for the first time.”
This time it was Ronon who stepped between them. “Let it go, Sheppard.”
“John,” Teyla whispered urgently. “Don't let him bait you. He's just trying to get you to take a swing at him so you'll be disqualified. The Valderians have a strict code of conduct for the tournament's participants.” Her voice grew louder, “If it is, as your people say, that those who speak quietly have a big stick then it must also be that those who speak loudly have a very tiny stick indeed.”
The crowd erupted in laughs and even John had to smile. “You're right, wife, as always.”
“Guys,” Ronon gestured toward the view screen. “Why is that guy rubbing oil all over McKay?” TBC
***
November 16 - 560 more words McKay/Sheppard WIP
Rodney cast a panicked look around as Frenold advanced on him. The garden was deserted, not that anyone would help him if he called out. He could see his discarded pants lying on the stone tiles behind Frenold. Oh pants, glorious nudity-covering pants, suddenly the silky blue pajama pants held great appeal.
"Where shall I begin, Shovak?" Frenold uncorked the bottle of oil. "Such a dilemma. Should I start at your feet and work my way up, or start at your neck and work my way down? Your skin calls out to be touched."
Rodney's scowl deepened as he held up his hand to ward Frenold off, "How do I know this isn't something you've made up to cop a cheap feel? I mean, I am perfectly capable of applying your voodoo oil myself."
Frenold grabbed Rodney's outstretched hand and tugged him closer, "Excellent idea, I shall begin with your hands."
Frenold's grip tightened around Rodney's wrist when he tried to pull away. "Do not try to resist me, Shovak. This can be a pleasurable experience for both of us, or just for me."
Rodney looked at him, realizing for the first time just how big the other man was. He was taller than Rodney by at least six inches and probably outweighed him by thirty pounds. Okay, then, maybe getting in a wrestling match with Frenold wouldn't be the best idea. Rodney sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Fine, do whatever you have to do. But hurry it up, okay. I need to get my beauty sleep if I'm going to bring in the highest bidder."
Frenold's hold on his wrist relaxed and then moved higher, positioning Rodney's hand so it was palm up. "Wise choice."
Rodney remained absolutely still as Frenold poured some of the oil into Rodney's palm and then began to massage it into his skin. It felt, well, rather good, actually. Frenold's large hands were sliding over his skin with purpose, rubbing the spicy scented oil into his flesh.
The oil made his skin go warm and tingle pleasantly, and when Rodney closed his eyes, he could almost pretend that it was someone else touching him. Skillful hands moved up his wrists and over his arms before meeting at the base of his neck. A thumb pressed against his pulse point, resting there for a moment before the hands resumed their steady path across his shoulders and chest.
His breath quickened as fingers plucked at his nipples until they tightened into hard little buds. He felt good, relaxed, like his body was slowly dissolving under the warm hands moving over his belly.
He could feel hot breath against his skin as nimble fingers stroked across his thighs, his cock hardening as he anticipated a touch that didn't come. He was warm, so warm now. The slicked fingers spreading heat as well as oil, moving down and around his legs and over one foot and then the other.
He moaned when the hands moved away, mourning their loss. He should open his eyes. There was some reason why he shouldn't be enjoying this but then the hands returned sliding their way over his shoulders and back. He leaned into the touch, into the sweet heat the fingers spread down his spine.
He was burning now, his skin ablaze as large hands curved over his ass. He wanted...he needed...something.
Nov. 17-18 812 words of McKay/Sheppard WIP
He was burning now, his skin ablaze as large hands curved over his ass. He wanted...he needed...something. His cock was fully hard now, aching to be touched.
The hands on his ass continued their slow exploration, one finger tracing along the cleft between his cheeks, never breaching him, but teasing at the edge of his hole. Rodney couldn't remain still any longer. Eyes still closed, he reached down, closed his palm around his dick and begin to stoke himself.
Rodney's hand was still slick and hot from the massage oil. When he slid his thumb along the head of his cock, teasing himself, a shudder ran through his body. He couldn't hold back any longer, his palm tightening as he began fucking his fist, thrusting forward into the moist heat. He never noticed when the hands on his ass fell away, his attention focused solely on the pleasure as he pushed into his fist. His dick was leaking steadily, every nerve ending tingling as the oil from his hand was smeared along his cock.
His body had gone from completely relaxed to tight as a bow as Rodney worked himself, each stroke bringing a fresh wave of pleasure. He couldn't last long like this. His hand slid along the length of his dick while his hips pistoned forward and then he was coming with a hoarse shout. Even through his orgasm he couldn't stop moving, his come mixing with the oil on his hand until his cock was dripping with it.
***
John turned to the view screen, his anger returning with a vengeance while he watched. Rodney was facing the camera, his mouth drawn into a tight little line as he frowned at the man that was rubbing oil along his arm. His shoulders were slumped in defeat, but he was holding himself stiffly, as if preparing to endure whatever was coming.
The crowd had gone silent, everyone staring at the view screen as intently as John. A woman standing nearby spoke with reverence, "Frenold is preparing the Shovak himself."
John turned to her, "What exactly does this preparation entail?"
The woman looked at him suspiciously.
Teyla added, "My husband has traveled far to compete in the tournament, we are not familiar with your ways."
"Yes, I see then," the woman nodded before continuing, "It is unusual for the Prince to take part of the ritual, usually he leaves it for his sister. I have heard rumors that the Prince is considering competing in the tournament, he is said to be quite smitten with the new shovak."
Great, John thought, just what he needed, the Valderian Prince as a competitor. Talk about a fixed game.
"Prince Frenold is anointing the Shovak with oil from the shandar tree. It is highly valued among the people of Valderia." The woman moved closer, "I have never been so lucky as to experience it myself, it is reserved for use with the shovaks." She gestured toward the screen, "Even now you can see its effect."
On screen Rodney's eyes had fallen closed. As Frenold spread the oil up over his neck and chest, Rodney's posture loosened as if the tension was being drained away. His skin grew flushed and even on the view screen it was apparent that he was breathing faster. As John continued to watch, Rodney's arousal became apparent, his cock thickening and swelling as the prince continued to spread the oil over his body.
It was the most erotic thing that John had ever witnessed. Rodney was, well, he was freakin' beautiful, his pale skin glimmering with oil, his erect cock nearly purple with arousal. The prince's dark hands presented a sharp contrast to Rodney's lustrous flesh as they moved over his body.
John felt his own cock hardening in response, straining against the soft suede pants. Then there was a fresh surge of anger when Frenold changed positions to spread the oil along Rodney's back and ass. He needed to do something. He needed to stop this, he needed to protect Rodney, he needed to fucking cut Frenold's hands off at the wrists for daring to touch Rodney.
He didn't even turn to look at Teyla when she spoke to him, her voice hushed, "John, you must remember that Dr. McKay will come to no harm. You must not act in anger and jeopardize our presence here."
"I don't know how much more of this I can handle," John muttered, his gaze fixed on the view screen. Then his breath caught in his chest, Christ, McKay was touching himself.
As John watched the prince stepped away from Rodney, clearly enjoying the show. Rodney was stroking himself, his hand tight around his cock as he jacked himself. His entire body was flushed and gleaming with oil, his mouth open as his breath came in sharp little pants. And scratch that, this was the most erotic thing John had ever witnessed. TBC
***
November 19 - 430 words McKay/Sheppard WIP
Rodney shuddered as another wave of pleasure ran through him. His cock was so sensitive in the aftermath of his orgasm that his own touch was almost unbearable, but he couldn't stand to pull away.
"Beautiful, better even than I could have imagined."
It was only when Frenold spoke that Rodney opened his eyes, reality crashing in as he realized what he'd done. He was standing before Frenold naked in the late afternoon sun, his hand still wrapped around his dick. He'd just...he'd just done that with an audience. Even without his memory intact Rodney knew that he wasn't an exhibitionist. Or Christ, maybe he was, maybe he was some sort of man whore who got off on public sex. Maybe that was what he'd done to end up the Valderian shovak. His face flushed red, "What the hell did you just do to me?" he demanded.
"I did nothing except anoint you with the shandar oil, Shovak." Frenold smiled at him as he looked him up and down. "Although I must confess that it's effect upon you was quite profound."
Rodney crossed his arms over his chest, embarrassment evaporating in the wake of his fury. "You bastard! You smeared your horny-making oil all over me, knowing that it would make me..." his voice trailed off. "Knowing that it would make me lose control."
Frenold's eyes narrowed, "Be careful, Shovak. I grow tired of your insults. A few moments ago I could have taken you however I wished and you would have begged me not to stop."
Rodney scrubbed a hand over his eyes. Frenold was right, even now he could feel the oil heating his skin and making him yearn for a touch, any touch. It was all overwhelming. His loss of memory, how he came to be here, what was in store for him - it was too much for him to bear. "Just let me go back to my room, okay?" He kept his eyes on the ground, his shame making him humble.
He could feel Frenold's appraising look as the other man studied him. After a long silence, Frenold spoke. "As you wish, Shovak. I will have one of guards escort you to your quarters." He tossed Rodney's pants at his feet before turning to go, "You may cover yourself if you wish."
Rodney bent to retrieve the silky garment. He let out a hiss when the material brushed against his skin as he slid the pants over his hips. Moments later one of the guards appeared to lead him to his room. Rodney followed silently, his eyes still downcast.TBC
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Nov. 20-21 310 words McKay/Sheppard WIP
John's heart was pounding in his chest, anger and desire mingling as he watched a clearly devastated Rodney being led away on the view screen. Rodney looked so lost, his shoulders slumped and head bowed as he disappeared from view. It was like he had accepted whatever fate the Valderians had decreed for him.
"John," Teyla's hand on his arm brought him back to himself. "You must make your appearance before the council and pledge your tribute if you are to compete." Her eyes were kind as she looked at him. "Tomorrow you will be able to speak with Rodney. Perhaps seeing you will help him remember." She led him away from the dispersing crowd, Ronon falling into line behind them. "Dr. Zelenka seemed to think that you might be able to affect the collar with your ability to manipulate Ancient technology."
"She's right Sheppard." Ronon laid a hand on his shoulder as they headed toward the Valderian coun. "You're McKay's best chance. You have to stay focused." Ronon grinned, his teeth white against his dark beard. "Besides, the two of you have been sniffing after each other for years. It's about time you made a move."
Ronon's words brought John up short. "What the hell are you talking about? Rodney's my friend, that's all. We're not, we don't, it's not like that."
Ronon snorted and Teyla shot him a withering glance, "I think what Ronon is trying to say is that it is obvious there is a special bond between you and Dr. McKay. Something that goes beyond being friends and teammates." She arched an eyebrow at him. "Have you never noticed that Rodney is quite jealous of your flirtations? And you of his? You were quite unpleasant to Katie Brown when she and Rodney were spending time together."
John scratched the back of his neck.TBC
11/1/07 - Zelenka/Weir drabble - PG, 101 words, set after Lifeline
He doesn't think about it.
Mostly.
After the first few days, it's easy to push away the memories that surface.
He's survived bitter losses before.
Work keeps him busy. The demands of a relocated Atlantis and a new commander mean that his days are filled to overflowing with things that must be done.
He and Rodney log long hours repairing the damage to the city.
They bicker back and forth, trading barbs and finishing each others sentences.
Some things never change.
Radek pointedly ignores the sympathetic looks Rodney gives him when her name is mentioned.
He's survived before.
He'll survive this.
Nov. 2 - WIP - SGA McKay/Lorne slash 299 words
For career military, Evan's actually a pretty laid back guy.
He can roll with the punches with the best of them.
Find out there's something called the Stargate that allows people to travel from planet to planet, and, oh yeah, he gets to go to other planets. No problem.
Learn there are little snake things living in the bellies of people and passing themselves off as gods. All in a days' work.
Discover ships and a whole freakin' city that can be controlled by his mind. Well now, that's just cool.
Find out that this nifty new mind-controlled city is in a goddamned universe inhabited by space vampires that consider you a mid-afternoon snack and drain the life out of you with their hands. Not the best news, but the idea of a quick death at the hand of a Wraith is still preferable to getting one of those snake thingies in his belly.
So, really, when you consider all the curve balls that he's been thrown during his military service, Evan's a master of adapting as the situation requires. It takes a lot to make him miss a step, to shake his concentration, to throw him for a loop.
But right now, right fucking now Evan is quietly freaking out all over the place. And he's not freaking out over space vampires, or giant snake parasites with a god complex, or even tiny robots that can replicate anything they touch.
Right now, he's freaking out because the Chief Science Officer of the Atlantis expedition is on his knees giving Evan what he can only describe as the best blowjob he's ever had, sucking Evan's cock like he's got a goddamned Masters of Cocksucking. And, hell, McKay's got a whole wall of degrees, maybe he does have a Master of Cocksucking. TBC
Nov. 3 - WIP - SGA McKay/Lorne slash 331 words
No, fuck it - screw the Masters theory. Because, Jesus, McKay is a genius. Maybe he invented a whole new kind of cocksucking - McKay's probably working on a paper entitled The Theory of Sucking Evan's Brains Out Through His Cock. Because this, this is straight out of the very best kind of porn.
Evan's pants are tangled down around his knees. His back is pressed against the wall of the Wraith holding cell and right now he doesn't give a good fuck if Sheppard shows up to bust them out or not.
McKay's wide mouth is stretched around Evan's cock, lips wet and obscene as they slide up and down the length of his dick. McKay - Rodney - he's pretty sure they're on a first name basis now. Rodney's tongue swirls and presses and does all sorts of things that make Evan shudder and yeah, okay, when Rodney uses his teeth, Evan might have let out a whimper.
There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain when teeth are involved and Rodney probably fucking discovered the line because the soft scrape of his teeth along the underside of Evan's cock makes him see stars and buck forward. The head of his cock bumps the back of Rodney's throat and just like that Rodney does some head tilt thing and - no fucking way - Rodney takes him all the way in, swallowing Evan's cock with a moan.
And shit, even the very best porn can't compare to this. Evan's shuddering and shaking and it feels like his entire body is about to come apart at the seams. Rodney's hands have moved up to clutch at Evan's bare ass and Rodney's guiding him in, fucking his own face with Evan's cock.
Rodney lets out another one of those moans, and it sounds like pure sex, like Rodney's the one with his dick halfway down Evan's throat and Evan can feel Rodney's moan against his dick and just like that he's coming. TBC
Nov. 4 - More McKay/Lorne WIP porn - 234 words
His head thumps back against the wall and his hips jerk forward and Evan comes harder than he's ever come in his life. And Rodney just takes it, his mouth opening wider, one hand wrapping around the base of his cock and slowly stroking him through the waves of pleasure with a barely there touch that's still almost more than Evan can take.
Rodney doesn't pull away until he's wrung dry, his mouth sliding off Evan's cock with a wet pop. When Evan looks down he sees blue eyes gone hazy and those shiny pink lips and flushed cheeks and suddenly his legs won't hold him up.
He slides down the wall until he's on his knees, until Rodney's slick mouth is level with his own. He can't take his eyes off that mouth, and when Rodney licks his lips and looks at Evan with blissed out eyes he leans forward and kisses him. And Jesus, he can taste himself inside Rodney's mouth.
Rodney leans into him and Evan's hands are reaching out to touch him, and maybe Rodney did suck his brains out through his dick because the only thing Evan can think of is wrapping his hand around Rodney's cock. It's only when he feels the wetness on Rodney's BDUs that he realizes that Rodney came from this. Rodney came from sucking him off. It's the hottest thing he's ever seen.
Nov. 5 - WIP - SGA McKay/Lorne slash 343 words
Rodney shudders and breaks the kiss when Evan's hand slides across his wet BDUs and brush against his cock. Rodney's still about half-hard despite the spreading wetness Evan can feel against his fingertips.
"Did you? I mean, you came just from that without me even touching you."
Rodney nods and damned if he's not blushing, "I...I like that a lot."
The man who just sucked him into oblivion is blushing and that's a whole other kind of hot that Evan's mind can't quite wrap around.
They stay like that, face to face on their knees staring at each other. Rodney doesn't pull away, he just looks at Evan with wide eyes like he's waiting for something and Evan is pretty sure that he should be saying something right about now.
He's just not sure what it is he should be saying.
Somehow he missed the Dear Abby column explaining proper etiquette when a guy gets down on his knees and takes a dick down the throat.
He wants to ask Rodney why now and why him and when oh when can they do it again. He wants clarification on the whole I like that a lot response. Does that mean Rodney likes sucking Evan's cock in particular, or does Rodney just like sucking any cock. For all he knows Rodney's working his way through Atlantis, sucking cock after cock.
"Sheppard." Rodney says, tilting his head to the side. And yeah, Evan can get behind that. He can picture Rodney on his knees swallowing Sheppard's dick like a pro. Sheppard would be sitting with his usual loose limbed sprawl, eyes heavy lidded as he watched Rodney suck him down. Just thinking about it makes Evan's dick twitch.
"Sheppard." Rodney says again and now he's pulling away and scrambling to his feet.
"Major, did you hear me?" He snaps his fingers in front of Evan's eyes. "Oh, for god's sake put your clothes back on. That was a P-90. Sheppard's coming, he's probably got a whole platoon of Marines with him."
That gets Evan moving. TBC
November 6 - 300 words - finished McKay/Lorne - The Question Dear Abby Never Answered
November 7 - 442 Words - McKay/Sheppard WIP -
"You're telling me he doesn't know who any of you are or who he is?" Sam looked at Sheppard incredulously, waiting for his nod before continuing. "And we can't forcibly take him back without deactivating the collar?" This time she directed her attention to Radek.
"Yes, the collar seems to be some hybrid of Ancient and Valderian technology. Whenever Rodney gets too far away from the temple the collar begins to tighten around his neck. The memory loss seems to be triggered by the collar." Radek shrugged, "It is possible with access and enough time I could figure out how the collar works but the Valderians will not allow outsiders inside the city walls. Unless..." Radek trailed off, glancing uncertainly at John.
"Unless we agree to take part in the tournament." John leaned back in his chair. "Which is what we should be doing instead of wasting time talking about it."
Sam arched an eyebrow at John, "Colonel, it seems to me a little planning is in order considering the events that led to Rodney's kidnapping. Now tell me a little bit more about this tournament."
John scratched the back of his neck and shifted in his chair. "I didn't exactly get all the details."
"If I might, I believe I can help explain the Valderian tournament and why they have taken Dr. McKay," Teyla offered. "In Valderian culture, someone who looks like Dr. McKay would be considered the most handsome of men." At Ronon's snort, Teyla narrowed her eyes. "Fair skin and eyes are not common on their home planet and are prized. I believe that is why Dr. McKay was singled out by the Valderian rading party. By capturing Dr. McKay and offering him as the prize in their tournament, they bring great glory to their people. Dr. McKay will be treated most well while held by the Valderians and we needn't be concerned for his safety.
The tournament itself is open to the twelve competitors who pay the greatest tribute to the Valderians, usually by offerings of goods that can be used by the Valderians for trade. Once accepted into the tournament, there are tasks that each competitor must complete.
Those who succeed will be allowed to spend time in Dr. McKay's company so that he might judge their suitability as his mate. Before each day's challenges begin, Dr. McKay will choose one competitor to leave the tournament and those remaining will continue. The winner of the tournament will receive both Dr. McKay and the key to the collar."
"So basically, what you're telling me is that McKay is the star of the Pegasus Galaxy version of the Bachelor." TBC
Nov. 8 - 313 words of McKay/Sheppard WIP -
There was more than a little amusement in Carter's voice.
"Well, now, I don't know that I would say that..." John squirmed again. "Anyway, all we need to figure out is how to get Teyla in the tournament, or competition or whatever."
Teyla arched an eyebrow at him, "I do not believe I should be the one competing for Dr. McKay. The Valderians would view it as an insult if a female were to compete in such a contest, doubly so if the female were to actually advance past the first day. The twelve who compete in the tournament are always male."
John leaned forward in his seat. "Men are going to be competing to have Rodney as a mate?"
Teyla nodded. "In Valderian culture it is normal for men to take both a female and a male as mates. Most likely Dr. McKay would be used to ensure that desirable traits such as the color of his eyes were passed on to a new generation."
John slumped back again. "So, McKay's supposed to be a stud service for some Valderians' wife."
Teyla nodded again, "It is likely that Dr. McKay would "service" as you say, both the wife and the husband. The Valderians are a very lusty people and someone with Dr. McKay's looks would be almost impossible to resist to either man or woman. I believe it would be best for either you or Ronon to compete for Dr. McKay, and I will accompany you as a wife."
"It should be Colonel Sheppard," Radek pushed his glasses up his nose. "Since he has the Ancient gene, if he gets close enough to Rodney he may be able to determine how to deactivate the collar."
"I agree," Sam grinned. "Colonel, we need to get McKay back. Looks like you'll be competing in the Bachelor Pegasus style."
"I just never see it coming." TBC
Nov. 9 - 324 words McKay/Sheppard WIP -
Mission: Pegasus Bachelor as Carter insisted on calling it, didn't get underway until three days later.
It took nearly all that time to gather what Teyla determined would be a suitable tribute to ensure John was accepted as a competitor in the tournament. The delay made John antsy, but Teyla assured him that the tournament would not start for several days to ensure that all were informed of the great prize at stake.
A little recon proved Teyla right, Lorne's team came back from a neighboring planet with what looked like the Valderian version of a movie poster. It featured a very relaxed looking Rodney stretched out on a pile of black pillows wearing nothing but silky blue harem pants. He looked good, really good. The dark pillows made his skin look glow and how was it that John had never noticed that Rodney had muscled up over the last few years. His shoulders were broad and the curve of his biceps was clearly defined. He looked, well, hot.
Even Carter was stunned silent.
Unfortunately her silence didn't extend to John's wardrobe. While Teyla was organizing the goods for the tribute, a couple of Athosian women had worked nearly around the clock to fashion something that a warrior of John's station would wear. His "courting clothes" - yeah, that Carter was a barrel of laughs - consisted of tight black suede pants and a matching vest. No shirt underneath, just John's bare chest, dog tags and what was left of his dignity.
John was pretty sure he looked ridiculous, but it was almost worth it when Lorne laughed so hard he fell down the stairs. Almost.
Teyla wore the long skirt with the split to the top of her thigh and another one of those tiny shirts that had been the fantasy of just about every man on Atlantis.
Like usual Ronon wore whatever he wanted. He would travel with them as John's bodyguard/manservant. TBC
Nov. 10 - 440 words McKay/Sheppard WIP
Meanwhile...back on Valderia
On the first day Rodney was taken prisoner, he woke up with a knot the size of a golf ball on the back of his head and a metal collar around his neck. His mouth was dry and his head was fuzzy and he was certain that something was very very wrong. The fact that was naked and tied to some sort of sleeping platform covered in silky blankets and pillows wasn't nearly as worrisome as the half-dozen or so people surrounding the bed.
When Rodney opened his eyes, one of the men elbowed another. "See, it is as I told you, his eyes shine like jewels and his skin glows like it is kissed by moonlight."
As a group, the people moved closer, one woman leaning over until she was mere inches from his face. "Yes Frenold, he is a lovely speciman." Rodney squirmed under the gaze of her dark eyes. "And look how his skin flushes pink." She ran a hand along his bare shoulder and squeezed his bicep. "He will be the finest prize yet."
Frenold slapped her hand away. "Careful sister, you will leave bruises on his skin. He must look his best to bring great tribute to our people." He loosened the silk ties around Rodney's wrists and ankles before cupping Rodney's chin. "Are you well?"
Rodney licked his lips, the fuzziness in his head had cleared just enough to make him realize he was missing some key information. "I, uh, think so...Where am I? Better yet, who am I?"
Frenold smiled at him, his teeth shining white against his cafe au lait skin. "This is the greatest temple in Valderia and shall serve as your home until your new master claims you. You, my sky-eyed friend are the most lovely of the Valderian shovaks I've seen in my lifetime." TBC
November 11 - 434 words McKay/Sheppard WIP
On the morning of Rodney's third day as a prisoner, he figured out that the Valderians weren't planning on sacrificing him to some pagan god.
From what he could tell, his main function was to sit around and look pretty when Frenold and his creepy sister came to visit. Frenold would at least talk to him and answer some of his questions, the creepy sister just stared at him like he was some kind of specimen.
At least he wasn't naked anymore. The Valderians had provided him with some rather inappropriate clothes. While he still wasn't sure who he was, he was convinced that he'd never before roamed around in silky blue pajama bottoms and no shirt. He'd protested at first, especially when they brought in the guy that had pointed some sort of shiny round thing at him.
Frenold had frowned at him and adjusted the collar around Rodney's neck and suddenly he didn't mind the pants so much. They were soft and soothing against his skin, and at Frenold's coaxing, Rodney had leaned back on the silky black cushions and allowed the guy to point the shiny round thing at him as much as he wanted.
He was pretty sure the shiny round thing was taking his picture and vaguely aware that he might be starring in some sort of Valderian HBO after dark movie. But that just made him wonder what HBO was, which made him remember that he really didn't know who he was and it was easier just to enjoy the soft pillows against his skin.
He was allowed to move freely about the temple and the gardens that surrounded it, but if he took more than a few steps past the gardens the collar around his neck tightened painfully.
The temple had running water after a fashion, and he found a working sink and toilet in the small room the joined his bedroom. When he'd demanded access to a shower, Frenold had merely smiled at him indulgently and led him out into the garden to a beautiful stone lined pool.
Frenold pointed out the little alcove carved into the stone and filled with all manner of soaps and bathing oils. "You may bathe yourself here, Shovak, for the pleasure of the Valderian people."
Turned out bathing didn't rate much privacy to the Valderians, at least not if you were the shovak. The small pool had hot and cold running water and a little waterfall that could be used to rinse off. It also had what looked like stadium seating at one end, seating that was rapidly being filled by Frenold's sister and some others Rodney recognized from that first day.
"Uh, you know. I think maybe I'll wait." Rodney'd managed to choke out.
Nov. 12 - 447 more words of McKay/Sheppard WIP
Frenold frowned at him, "Tomorrow the selection of your future mate will begin. You must prepare yourself by bathing in the ceremonial pool and anointing yourself with scented oil to make your skin shine and your eyes glow."
Rodney scowled, "Yes, yes, I know. I am the, 'Shovak'," he punctuated his words with air quotes, "of the Valderian people and I need to make sure I have a lustrous mane and a glossy coat so I can attract great riches and a virile mate, blah blah blah." He gestured toward the crowd gathering at the other side of the pool, "I'm still not taking a bath with an audience."
Frenold studied him, "Do not try my patience, Shovak. Preparation by force would not be pleasant for you."
Rodney narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms across his bare chest, "As you pointed out to your sister, I bruise very easily. If anyone lays a hand on me it will damage the goods. Cash cow here, remember." He stepped back when Frenold moved toward him. "And don't even think about doing that little trick with the collar or so help me-"
Frenold let out a booming laugh, "Such spirit...you tempt me to enter the tournament myself." He closed the distance between them, "I will make a bargain with you. I will send the others away and you may bathe for my pleasure alone."
Rodney glanced back at the crowd and then at Frenold. "I, uh, I'm supposed to remain pure for my intended mate, right? So, no funny business."
Frenold nodded, "Your chastity is safe with me, at least until I defeat all others and claim you as my mate."
Rodney felt his cheeks flush. To the Valderians chastity was a relative term. Memory loss or not, he was certain he hadn't reached the age of, what, thirty-something, without having sex of some sort. He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, send the others away and I'll take a bath in your sacred pond of mate-attracting."
Ten minutes later Rodney was up to his neck in bubbles trying to keep himself completely covered as he bathed as unseductively as possible. TBC
November 13 - 470 more words of
Just as Teyla had predicted, all visitors entering the Valderian capital city were stopped at the gates and made to state their purpose. The guards let them enter easily enough after John shoved a poster of Rodney at them and gestured toward the handcart loaded with goods Ronon pulled.
The city reminded John of New Orleans. The streets were filled with vendors selling everything from food to fabric and everything in between. Colorfully dressed people with skin ranging from darkest ebony to sun-kissed gold bustled about busily. A group of young men and women with kohl-lined eyes performed on a raised stage on one corner. They moved in unison in an intricate dance that displayed their scantily clad bodies to best advantage.
The Atlantis group drew speculative glances as they passed, more than one person giving John the once over. There were a few catcalls mixed in with the murmurs of encouragement that made John's cheeks burn.
When they were within sight of the temple John noticed a crowd gathered around one corner. He intended to pass on by but an enthusiastic shout of "Shovak" brought him up short. He paused in the street, holding up a hand to motion Teyla and Ronon to stop. "I think we should check it out, maybe Rodney's giving people the royal wave or something. Wait here."
John pushed his way to the front of the crowd, his mouth dropping open when he caught a glimpse of what they were watching. A large view screen showed McKay in all of his naked glory climbing out of a stone-lined pool.
Rodney.
Naked.
John's mouth went dry when Rodney fully emerged from the pool, the water running off his surprisingly well-muscled body. Rodney obviously didn't know the Valderian version of a live video feed was broadcasting his every move. There was no audio, but he was clearly talking to someone off-screen. His mouth was pulled down in a familiar scowl, and even on the video John could tell that Rodney was rolling his eyes.
John smirked, even without his memory Rodney was clearly the same 'ole smart-mouth McKay.
Rodney chose that moment to turn away from the camera and the crowd was treated to a shot of his bare ass. And wow, what an ass. It was pale and perfectly round and the kind of ass that made John forget that he'd given up men when he joined the Air Force.
“Quite a prize, eh?” A well-dressed man nudged John with his elbow. “He's a bit long in the tooth compared to my usual, but an ass like that just begs to be well-fucked. The chance to get at him is well worth the cost to enter the tourney.”
John thought he deserved a commendation for not killing the bastard on the spot. TBC
Nov. 14 - McKay/Sheppard WIP - 432 words
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Rodney glared at Frenold as he prepared to climb out of the pool. He'd drawn the bath out as long as possible hoping the other man would lose interest and move along. Now the water had grown cold and Frenold was still watching him as intently as ever.
He'd given up trying to keep himself covered, most of the bubbles had evaporated when the water chilled. He couldn't even put his pants back on, Frenold had picked them up while Rodney was bathing. Even now Frenold was rubbing the silky blue material through his fingers in a crazy stalker kind of way. "I suppose it's too much to ask for you to turn around while I get dressed. Assuming of course that you stop fondling my pants sometime this decade."
Frenold merely smiled at him and shook his head. "They make a poor substitute for your skin, Shovak, but they still hold the scent of your body."
"O...kay. Um, ewww." Of course he would be held hostage by the Pegasus Galaxy's version of a panty-sniffing pervert. "How about you keep the pants then," he made a vaguely obscene gesture with his hand, "you can have your way with them or whatever gets your rocks off. Just give me something else to wear."
"Come now, surely you don't think a bath is all I brought you here for. Your preparation has just begun." Frenold tossed the pants aside and moved closer as Rodney emerged from the water. "Another garment awaits you in your room, one that will showcase all your attributes."
Rodney scowled and rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He had a sudden vision of himself in assless chaps. So. Not. Going. There. And the Pegasus Galaxy? Whatever the Valderians had done to his memory must not be permanent because random memories of pre-kidnapping things kept bleeding through. Nothing helpful like his name of course.
Frenold held up a clear glass bottle filled with shimmery liquid. "Before you dress your body must be anointed with the sacred oil."
Rodney huffed, this was getting ridiculous. "Fine, hand it over. The sooner I slick myself up the sooner I can get dressed."
Frenold's smile broadened, "You misunderstand me, Shovak. The ritual requires that you be prepared for your mate each night by a member of the royal family. Tonight that honor is mine. Once the tournament begins, my sister will take over this duty so that I may compete."
Oh, joy. This kidnapping thing just got better and better. Now he had getting molested by both Frenold and his creepy sister to look forward to. TBC
***
November 15 - 355 words of McKay/Sheppard WIP
"And look at his lips, made for sucking cock." The man continued, oblivious to John's growing rage. The jackass was talking about Rodney like he was a piece of meat. Like his sole purpose was to be the guy's fucktoy.
John's fists clenched as he stepped closer to the other man. "You should show a little respect."
The man gave John an appraising look and then laughed outright. "So you're smitten by the shovak too. What, do you fancy a love match?" He gestured toward the view screen, "One look at him shows he's a natural born catamite."
"That's it, buddy. I've had just about enough of your mouth—"
"Husband," Teyla interrupted as she moved to stand between him and the other man. "I have found you at last. I was worried when we got separated, should we not pay tribute to the royal family? I'm sure you can finish your business with this gentleman later." She smiled at him sweetly even as she gave him a vicious pinch. "I would not want you to lose your place in the tourney because you were distracted."
“Yes,” the other man sneered. “Do as your woman says. Run along and pay your tribute so I may have the pleasure of defeating you.” He turned to go, the crowd parting even as he called back. “If you're lucky I'll let you watch when I plow him for the first time.”
This time it was Ronon who stepped between them. “Let it go, Sheppard.”
“John,” Teyla whispered urgently. “Don't let him bait you. He's just trying to get you to take a swing at him so you'll be disqualified. The Valderians have a strict code of conduct for the tournament's participants.” Her voice grew louder, “If it is, as your people say, that those who speak quietly have a big stick then it must also be that those who speak loudly have a very tiny stick indeed.”
The crowd erupted in laughs and even John had to smile. “You're right, wife, as always.”
“Guys,” Ronon gestured toward the view screen. “Why is that guy rubbing oil all over McKay?” TBC
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November 16 - 560 more words McKay/Sheppard WIP
Rodney cast a panicked look around as Frenold advanced on him. The garden was deserted, not that anyone would help him if he called out. He could see his discarded pants lying on the stone tiles behind Frenold. Oh pants, glorious nudity-covering pants, suddenly the silky blue pajama pants held great appeal.
"Where shall I begin, Shovak?" Frenold uncorked the bottle of oil. "Such a dilemma. Should I start at your feet and work my way up, or start at your neck and work my way down? Your skin calls out to be touched."
Rodney's scowl deepened as he held up his hand to ward Frenold off, "How do I know this isn't something you've made up to cop a cheap feel? I mean, I am perfectly capable of applying your voodoo oil myself."
Frenold grabbed Rodney's outstretched hand and tugged him closer, "Excellent idea, I shall begin with your hands."
Frenold's grip tightened around Rodney's wrist when he tried to pull away. "Do not try to resist me, Shovak. This can be a pleasurable experience for both of us, or just for me."
Rodney looked at him, realizing for the first time just how big the other man was. He was taller than Rodney by at least six inches and probably outweighed him by thirty pounds. Okay, then, maybe getting in a wrestling match with Frenold wouldn't be the best idea. Rodney sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Fine, do whatever you have to do. But hurry it up, okay. I need to get my beauty sleep if I'm going to bring in the highest bidder."
Frenold's hold on his wrist relaxed and then moved higher, positioning Rodney's hand so it was palm up. "Wise choice."
Rodney remained absolutely still as Frenold poured some of the oil into Rodney's palm and then began to massage it into his skin. It felt, well, rather good, actually. Frenold's large hands were sliding over his skin with purpose, rubbing the spicy scented oil into his flesh.
The oil made his skin go warm and tingle pleasantly, and when Rodney closed his eyes, he could almost pretend that it was someone else touching him. Skillful hands moved up his wrists and over his arms before meeting at the base of his neck. A thumb pressed against his pulse point, resting there for a moment before the hands resumed their steady path across his shoulders and chest.
His breath quickened as fingers plucked at his nipples until they tightened into hard little buds. He felt good, relaxed, like his body was slowly dissolving under the warm hands moving over his belly.
He could feel hot breath against his skin as nimble fingers stroked across his thighs, his cock hardening as he anticipated a touch that didn't come. He was warm, so warm now. The slicked fingers spreading heat as well as oil, moving down and around his legs and over one foot and then the other.
He moaned when the hands moved away, mourning their loss. He should open his eyes. There was some reason why he shouldn't be enjoying this but then the hands returned sliding their way over his shoulders and back. He leaned into the touch, into the sweet heat the fingers spread down his spine.
He was burning now, his skin ablaze as large hands curved over his ass. He wanted...he needed...something.
Nov. 17-18 812 words of McKay/Sheppard WIP
He was burning now, his skin ablaze as large hands curved over his ass. He wanted...he needed...something. His cock was fully hard now, aching to be touched.
The hands on his ass continued their slow exploration, one finger tracing along the cleft between his cheeks, never breaching him, but teasing at the edge of his hole. Rodney couldn't remain still any longer. Eyes still closed, he reached down, closed his palm around his dick and begin to stoke himself.
Rodney's hand was still slick and hot from the massage oil. When he slid his thumb along the head of his cock, teasing himself, a shudder ran through his body. He couldn't hold back any longer, his palm tightening as he began fucking his fist, thrusting forward into the moist heat. He never noticed when the hands on his ass fell away, his attention focused solely on the pleasure as he pushed into his fist. His dick was leaking steadily, every nerve ending tingling as the oil from his hand was smeared along his cock.
His body had gone from completely relaxed to tight as a bow as Rodney worked himself, each stroke bringing a fresh wave of pleasure. He couldn't last long like this. His hand slid along the length of his dick while his hips pistoned forward and then he was coming with a hoarse shout. Even through his orgasm he couldn't stop moving, his come mixing with the oil on his hand until his cock was dripping with it.
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John turned to the view screen, his anger returning with a vengeance while he watched. Rodney was facing the camera, his mouth drawn into a tight little line as he frowned at the man that was rubbing oil along his arm. His shoulders were slumped in defeat, but he was holding himself stiffly, as if preparing to endure whatever was coming.
The crowd had gone silent, everyone staring at the view screen as intently as John. A woman standing nearby spoke with reverence, "Frenold is preparing the Shovak himself."
John turned to her, "What exactly does this preparation entail?"
The woman looked at him suspiciously.
Teyla added, "My husband has traveled far to compete in the tournament, we are not familiar with your ways."
"Yes, I see then," the woman nodded before continuing, "It is unusual for the Prince to take part of the ritual, usually he leaves it for his sister. I have heard rumors that the Prince is considering competing in the tournament, he is said to be quite smitten with the new shovak."
Great, John thought, just what he needed, the Valderian Prince as a competitor. Talk about a fixed game.
"Prince Frenold is anointing the Shovak with oil from the shandar tree. It is highly valued among the people of Valderia." The woman moved closer, "I have never been so lucky as to experience it myself, it is reserved for use with the shovaks." She gestured toward the screen, "Even now you can see its effect."
On screen Rodney's eyes had fallen closed. As Frenold spread the oil up over his neck and chest, Rodney's posture loosened as if the tension was being drained away. His skin grew flushed and even on the view screen it was apparent that he was breathing faster. As John continued to watch, Rodney's arousal became apparent, his cock thickening and swelling as the prince continued to spread the oil over his body.
It was the most erotic thing that John had ever witnessed. Rodney was, well, he was freakin' beautiful, his pale skin glimmering with oil, his erect cock nearly purple with arousal. The prince's dark hands presented a sharp contrast to Rodney's lustrous flesh as they moved over his body.
John felt his own cock hardening in response, straining against the soft suede pants. Then there was a fresh surge of anger when Frenold changed positions to spread the oil along Rodney's back and ass. He needed to do something. He needed to stop this, he needed to protect Rodney, he needed to fucking cut Frenold's hands off at the wrists for daring to touch Rodney.
He didn't even turn to look at Teyla when she spoke to him, her voice hushed, "John, you must remember that Dr. McKay will come to no harm. You must not act in anger and jeopardize our presence here."
"I don't know how much more of this I can handle," John muttered, his gaze fixed on the view screen. Then his breath caught in his chest, Christ, McKay was touching himself.
As John watched the prince stepped away from Rodney, clearly enjoying the show. Rodney was stroking himself, his hand tight around his cock as he jacked himself. His entire body was flushed and gleaming with oil, his mouth open as his breath came in sharp little pants. And scratch that, this was the most erotic thing John had ever witnessed. TBC
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November 19 - 430 words McKay/Sheppard WIP
Rodney shuddered as another wave of pleasure ran through him. His cock was so sensitive in the aftermath of his orgasm that his own touch was almost unbearable, but he couldn't stand to pull away.
"Beautiful, better even than I could have imagined."
It was only when Frenold spoke that Rodney opened his eyes, reality crashing in as he realized what he'd done. He was standing before Frenold naked in the late afternoon sun, his hand still wrapped around his dick. He'd just...he'd just done that with an audience. Even without his memory intact Rodney knew that he wasn't an exhibitionist. Or Christ, maybe he was, maybe he was some sort of man whore who got off on public sex. Maybe that was what he'd done to end up the Valderian shovak. His face flushed red, "What the hell did you just do to me?" he demanded.
"I did nothing except anoint you with the shandar oil, Shovak." Frenold smiled at him as he looked him up and down. "Although I must confess that it's effect upon you was quite profound."
Rodney crossed his arms over his chest, embarrassment evaporating in the wake of his fury. "You bastard! You smeared your horny-making oil all over me, knowing that it would make me..." his voice trailed off. "Knowing that it would make me lose control."
Frenold's eyes narrowed, "Be careful, Shovak. I grow tired of your insults. A few moments ago I could have taken you however I wished and you would have begged me not to stop."
Rodney scrubbed a hand over his eyes. Frenold was right, even now he could feel the oil heating his skin and making him yearn for a touch, any touch. It was all overwhelming. His loss of memory, how he came to be here, what was in store for him - it was too much for him to bear. "Just let me go back to my room, okay?" He kept his eyes on the ground, his shame making him humble.
He could feel Frenold's appraising look as the other man studied him. After a long silence, Frenold spoke. "As you wish, Shovak. I will have one of guards escort you to your quarters." He tossed Rodney's pants at his feet before turning to go, "You may cover yourself if you wish."
Rodney bent to retrieve the silky garment. He let out a hiss when the material brushed against his skin as he slid the pants over his hips. Moments later one of the guards appeared to lead him to his room. Rodney followed silently, his eyes still downcast.TBC
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Nov. 20-21 310 words McKay/Sheppard WIP
John's heart was pounding in his chest, anger and desire mingling as he watched a clearly devastated Rodney being led away on the view screen. Rodney looked so lost, his shoulders slumped and head bowed as he disappeared from view. It was like he had accepted whatever fate the Valderians had decreed for him.
"John," Teyla's hand on his arm brought him back to himself. "You must make your appearance before the council and pledge your tribute if you are to compete." Her eyes were kind as she looked at him. "Tomorrow you will be able to speak with Rodney. Perhaps seeing you will help him remember." She led him away from the dispersing crowd, Ronon falling into line behind them. "Dr. Zelenka seemed to think that you might be able to affect the collar with your ability to manipulate Ancient technology."
"She's right Sheppard." Ronon laid a hand on his shoulder as they headed toward the Valderian coun. "You're McKay's best chance. You have to stay focused." Ronon grinned, his teeth white against his dark beard. "Besides, the two of you have been sniffing after each other for years. It's about time you made a move."
Ronon's words brought John up short. "What the hell are you talking about? Rodney's my friend, that's all. We're not, we don't, it's not like that."
Ronon snorted and Teyla shot him a withering glance, "I think what Ronon is trying to say is that it is obvious there is a special bond between you and Dr. McKay. Something that goes beyond being friends and teammates." She arched an eyebrow at him. "Have you never noticed that Rodney is quite jealous of your flirtations? And you of his? You were quite unpleasant to Katie Brown when she and Rodney were spending time together."
John scratched the back of his neck.TBC