"The Last Changeling" -Tale the Ninth: Detente, pt. 1/4
Title: "The Last Changeling"
Author: Taylor Dancinghands -taylor@tdancinghands.com
Characters: Vampire!Sheppard/Werewolf!Zelenka/Change
Pairings: Zelenka/McKay/Sheppard, and other pairings background
Category: slash, AU
Spoilers: none
Warnings: graphic m/m/m sex
Rating: for Mature readers
Archive: Generally yes, but please let me know where
Summary: Now that our heroes are reunited, Carson's trial concluded favorably and the age old exile of Wolves and Vampires from the Realms lifted, a single problem remains: how will our heroes be able to return to Atlantis. Help comes from an unexpected quarter.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never will, not claiming to. Just wanna play with 'em a little. Can't I, can't I, huh?
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The Last Changeling
by Taylor Dancinghands
Tale the Ninth: "Detente" pt 1/4
John Sheppard figured that it was going to take a while to wrap his brain around what all had just happened in the very short space of the last twenty four hours. A little over a day ago he'd been sitting in a jail cell awaiting his court martial and now, while his future definitely looked a good deal less bleak, it didn't really look any more certain. To be sure, he was as happy as he could be that Carson was out from under his particular cloud, and satisfied with the part he'd had to play in that outcome, but he had no idea of what lay in store for himself next, even in the very short term.
For the moment, he was following Zelenka and McKay, and McKay's adoptive father to some sort of 'bower' -whatever that was- presumably to retire for the night, though he wasn't at all sure that 'retiring' meant sleeping, at least for McKay and Zelenka. John wasn't opposed to the idea of sleeping himself, though he had a feeling it might be a while before he was going to be able to manage it, wherever he ended up.
He figured he ought to be asking questions about that, but couldn't quite figure out how, or what to ask before they arrived at what looked, at first, to be nothing more than a slightly well arranged pile of brush. A closer examination revealed the 'bower' to be a simple, lean-to structure with a thatched roof and walls of brush. There was a door -the kind that's split so that the upper half could be opened separately to create a window of sorts- set in the tallest wall, and a small window, closed only by a curtain, set in one of the side walls. A dim but warm light, such as might be made by a candle, cast a glow through the window.
"Perfect," Rodney said, just as John was saying, "Umm... "
There was a moment of confused silence, and then Rodney said, "What?" as though daring John to offer up any kind of complaint.
He struggled for a moment with just how to put it, finally settling on, "Well... the expression, 'three's a crowd' comes to mind..."
"Oh..." said Rodney, eyes wide, and there was this fey, almost terrifying smile on Zelenka's face. Parthenius, the faun, chose that moment to lay his hands on both Rodney's and John's shoulders and say, with a mischievous grin, "Well, I believe I'll leave you lads to sort things out for yourselves. Goodnight and the most pleasant of dreams!"
"But..." John began futilely as the old scholar, in his solemn back robes, actually skipped away down the path. He sighed as he watched him go, then turned back to Rodney and Radek.
"Look," he said, "I'm pretty sure I can find my way back to that gazebo..." he began, when Rodney interrupted.
"No," he said, both urgent and awkward. John raised his eyebrows.
"By... by which I mean," Rodney clarified, "no, you probably can't find your way back... things like that are never in the same place you left them around here, and also..." he swallowed, glanced briefly over at Radek and then said, "no, I... that is, we... we'd rather you, um, stayed. Here. With us..."
John reflected that the recent events of his life ought to have prepared him for facing such paradoxes as he seemed to face now, but he only felt himself a bit dumbfounded, and utterly confused.
"But..." he said, painfully aware of how lost he sounded. "You... Wolves mate for life... you can't..."
And there was that fae, slightly hungry grin on Radek's face as he said, "It's true that once we form a bond, it remains for life, but that is not the same as monogamy, yes?"
John found himself putting out a hand to steady himself against the side of the 'bower' before he even knew what he was doing, because this was seriously messing with his head.
"Come on," Rodney said, moving toward the door. "Come inside and sit down before you fall down. There'll be coffee, too."
"Coffee?" Radek said, predictably eager.
"If my dads told the sprites to set the place up for me, there'd better be," Rodney said, opening the door and then taking John's hand to pull him in. John should not have been surprised to see how much the interior of the bower put the lie to its humble exterior, but it was impressive all the same.
The inside walls of the bower had been layered in mud or plaster, whitewashed and decorated with colorful murals of birds and flowers. The floor was covered with a variety of sumptuous carpets, which no doubt felt delightful underfoot. Even now Rodney was sitting himself on a short bench by the door to remove his boots, and Radek had knelt nearby to do the same. John remained standing, unwilling to commit himself further, and took in more of his surroundings.
In the far corner of the room there was a small hearth with a banked fire, waiting to be built up, firewood neatly stacked to one side. Rodney hastened to do just that once his shoes were off, skirting the enormous, and no doubt delightfully comfortable, bed set in the corner to John’s right. He let his eyes skate past that to the low table in the center of the room, situated in front of the hearth. Pillows surrounded it, and upon it was a bowl of fruit, a plate with various wedges of cheese, and a basket of bread. There were also three cups, placed neatly upside down in the center of the table, a pot of honey and a small pitcher, presumably of cream, sitting beside them. Rodney was already reaching for one of the cups.
Of course, that was a coffee pot keeping warm beside the hearth, just as Rodney had predicted, and Radek was getting his own cup, placing it beside Rodney’s to be filled as Rodney poured.
"Should we pour one for you as well, John?" Radek asked, looking across at John where he remained standing by the door.
It was starling to hear Radek call him by his first name, and it shook John, shattering the paralysis that kept him hovering near the door. He sat abruptly on the bench, elbows on his knees, while Rodney bustled about the room, lighting various candles and lanterns. As the room resolved into greater clarity around them, the solid truth of what Rodney and Radek truly intended did as well, but John couldn’t make it seem real for himself.
“I can’t,” he said, lowering his head to rest in his hands.
“What,” Rodney smirked. “Afraid it’ll keep you awake?”
“No,” John said, not lifting his head. “I can’t… with you guys, I can’t…”
“And why not?” Radek’s voice was gentle, and too knowing. It frightened him in ways that a ten thousand year old Wraith warrior hadn’t. All John could do was shake his head.
“So… you’re going to sit there and tell us you don’t want this?” Rodney asked, sharp but not offended. “Don’t want us?”
Gods and devils, John cursed silently. They both knew him too well, and there was a full pitched battle going on inside John’s head. There was no way he could open his mouth and tell Rodney McKay and Radek Zelenka that he didn’t want them. They’d know it for a lie before he’d uttered the first word, but to tell them the truth, to even consider acting on it… he could feel himself breaking out in a cold sweat of panic at the very thought.
“No…” Fuck, was that him speaking? He could swear he hadn’t had that much to drink, and yet… “Of course I want… You know I do…”
“Then why…?” Radek began, but Rodney spoke over him.
“Is it your heart’s desire?” he asked, and crap, how was a question like that coming out of Rodney McKay’s mouth. “Are we your heart’s desire.”
Have you forgotten where I grew up? The memory of Rodney’s oft spoken reminder answered John’s question, and now John was compelled to answer Rodney’s.
“Yes,” John murmured through his hands, the word seeming to come of its own volition. Devils below, did this place have a truth spell woven into it? “Makers help me, yes.”
“John,” Rodney’s voice was entreating now, as he’d never heard it before. “Take a look around you. Think where you are. This is the Land of Heart’s Desires. You’re the first Night Hunter in generations to stand here, and in coming you’ve ended your people's exile forever. You can have anything your heart truly desires. All you have to do is reach out and take it!”
Now John’s throat closed around the words of denial he wanted to say, and so he could only shake his head, hands closing into fists. “It’s too much,” he managed, words coming out in a harsh whisper. “Too much to lose.”
In the silence that followed, John thought for a terrifying moment that he’d won his argument, and then he heard Radek speak.
“Nejseš válečník?” he asked, and John had to look up then, to make sure that it really was Czech that Radek was speaking, and that he hadn’t simply lost his mind. The wolf met his gaze with startling intensity, and then repeated himself in English.
“Are you not a warrior?” he asked, teeth bared ever so slightly, and eyes gleaming just a little more than they should in the candlelight. “Is there not a fire in your heart to fight for what it desires most, to protect it?”
“With everything I have,” John answered as though compelled. “Everything I am.” And then as simply as that John understood: it was not a surrender he faced, but a call to arms, a challenge he could not deny. He surged forward, Radek’s feral grin waking something very old, very deep inside him, and seized the wolf by his shoulders, meeting those graceful, mocking lips with his own.
He thought he might have heard Rodney gasp, or possibly even whimper, but nearly everything was drowned out by the blood roaring in his ears, and the pounding of his heart. Are you not a warrior? Radek had asked, and he had asked because he was a warrior himself and now John understood at last what it meant that they were truly made to fight at each other’s sides.
It was, therefore, not at all a gentle kiss. Tongues forced their way in past strong lips and biting teeth; mouth moved against mouth in a contest for dominance, and after a moment hands came to reach and grasp, Radek’s clutching at John’s shirt and John’s splayed across the back of Radek’s skull, tangled in the whisps if his wild hair. John knew his fang teeth were just a little longer and sharper than they should be, and Radek had to know it too, but he didn’t seem to care. In fact, Radek seemed to be… growling… though to be fair, it might have been both of them.
Eventually they did have to break it off, and when they did, both their gazes flew to Rodney. He was, predictably, staring back at them, eyes wide as saucers and lips parted in something almost like shock. Suddenly, John needed to taste those lips like he needed to breath.
He heard Radek give a soft, wolfish laugh as he turned his attentions to Rodney, but John paid it no mind. The blood sang in his veins –blood that he’d had from Rodney and blood that he’d given- and the link that he’d assumed had lapsed to nothing now flared to life between them. Evidently Rodney felt it too, for he gave a little gasp and then he was in John’s arms, mouth greeting his like a long lost lover. When their mouths met, John found that Rodney tasted like home.
About the time that he realized that he’d pushed Rodney back into the cushions on the floor, John also realized that, behind him, Radek was taking his shoes off. The next thing he knew Radek’s hands were on both of them, warm clever fingers slipping under his shirt to caress and tease, and John realized that, yes, it was high time for their clothing to all come off.
As loathe as he was to be parted from Rodney, even for a brief moment, John understood the necessity, and wanted to be naked, and to have the others naked as well. At Rodney’s urging, the process of removing clothing became combined with the process of moving them all to the bed, which John found sensible as well, and only a short while later everyone was naked and on the bed and nothing at all stood between John and his heart’s desire. It was a little stunning.
Then it was evidently John’s turn to stare lustfully at the sight of Rodney and Radek, twined in each other’s arms, one small lithe body moving against a broader, sturdier one. The wonder of that moment was that John felt none of the lonely sense of exclusion which he’d felt before, watching the two of them. Gone was the sense of being a third wheel, nose pressed against the window looking into a room where everything he wanted and would never have was kept from him. They were his now, to watch or touch if he pleased, whenever he pleased. It was a heady sensation, knowing this, and for a moment John was torn, all but overwhelmed by the wealth of delightful choices that lay before him now.
To watch or to touch? Or maybe he could do both. At the moment Radek was kissing and licking his way down Rodney’s body, pausing to lave a nipple. Rodney moaned and writhed a bit, hands fisting in Radek’s hair, and John surrendered to the temptation to touch the neglected nipple himself. It was like flying, knowing he could do this -could reach down and skim his hand over Rodney's broad chest, letting his fingers briefly toy with the small, already hard nipple. Rodney whimpered, then opened his eyes to meet John's gaze and offered him a brilliant smile.
"Yeah... John," he sighed, reaching a hand up to lay over John's, and there was nothing for it then but to lean down and kiss away that beautiful blinding smile.
Beside him, John heard Radek's low chuckle and then there was a hand moving over his skin, caressing its way along his side, drifting up to follow the contours of his ass. John moaned softly into Rodney's mouth, indulging himself in all the sensations -the wet heat of the mouth exploring his, the knowing hands on his body... and then there was a mouth there too, teeth nipping the skin of his ass.
"He likes to leave marks, you know," Rodney commented, having drawn away from the kiss at John's gasp. "But don't worry, he won't leave any visible marks without asking first."
"Doesn't matter," John murmured against Rodney's throat. "Nothing left to lose but you. You can have anything you want... anything."
Behind him, Radek made a pleased humming sound, and the next thing he knew there were teeth sinking into the firm flesh of his ass, biting and sucking so that John squirmed helplessly in Rodney's arms. He found himself thrusting as the bite deepened, his achingly hard cock finding the crease below Rodney's hip, while Rodney ran his hands over his back murmuring, "Yeah... John, yeah..."
"Mine." Radek growled possessively when he had finally finished. "My pack." Not two days ago John would have found it shockingly disturbing, how right it felt to be claimed so by a wolf. Now he knew, however, just why it was right, and how very right it was. They were meant for each other, to claim each other and to give something of themselves to each other. It came to John then that there was a gift he had for Radek that he had not yet shared, and that now was definitely the time to share it.
"Yes," John said, rolling on to his side to address Radek. "I am yours, but there's still one last... connection we need to make."
"Indeed, there is a gift I would have of you," Radek said, grasping John's hips to push him onto his back. He'd taken his glasses off, John realized, and without them Radek's face was suddenly much more open, revealing a gentle and passionate soul which had always hidden behind the glass lenses. John felt a surge of... privilege, to be loved by such a being, as he watched Radek open his thighs and bend to brush his lips over the head of John's cock.
"Gods... Radek," John moaned, letting his head fall back against the bed. Rodney's lips found his there, stifling if not silencing his cries. Rodney's body covered his, as he leaned down to kiss, and put much of what John's hands craved to explore within easy reach. While his left hand had its way with the firm shapeliness of Rodney's ass, his right could feel its way down Rodney's torso till he found the rigid length of flesh he'd been seeking.
Soon enough Rodney's muffled cries were just as loud as John's, and then they had to break off, because they both had to pant as well. His hand continued to stroke and squeeze Rodney's cock, however, but as John cherished the way Rodney's sex filled his hand, and the way Radek's clever mouth was swallowing down his own cock, he began to think how else he'd like to have Rodney's fill him. Assembling his thoughts enough to communicate this, however, proved to be a challenge.
"Rodney... fuck..." he began, hips helplessly trying to thrust up into Radek's mouth as the wolf's wiry strength held him pinned down. "I... I want... fuck... please..." Words failing him, John tried tugging upward with the hand fondling Rodney's ass, and relinquished his grip on his cock.
Rodney made a questioning noise at first, but then followed John's gaze (he was a genius after all) and figured it out. Eagerly, he crawled up John's body, and John had the unique and indescribable experience of feeling someone chuckle around his cock. It almost finished him, but he wanted to taste Rodney's cock first. He wanted to come with Radek's mouth on him and Rodney's cock in his mouth.
Now Rodney was straddling his shoulders, pushing a couple of pillows under his head and neck (which John really appreciated) and then he was tasting the precum on the head of Rodney's cock, feeling the whole hard length of it fill his mouth and throat. John closed his lips around it, caressing hot flesh with his tongue, opening his throat all the way to take it, and groaned with pleasure.
Lying on his back, John couldn't really move his head much, but could only let Rodney fuck his face, which was altogether fine. Both Rodney's hands grasped the back of John's skull, fingers splayed wide in amidst his disordered hair to hold him, and thrust his cock into John's mouth with a perfect rhythm. Radek's rhythm on his own cock was increasing in speed and John felt himself began to fall into the sensations.
Hot wet tongue sliding along his shaft, hard cock head pressing against the back of his throat and then withdrawing, gentle suction on his own sex, slick thrusting over his own lips and tongue, muscles of a throat closing, swallowing around the head of his cock...
He broke with a choked cry, back arching, fingers digging into Rodney's hips. He felt the hot pulses of his spending, coming in Radek's mouth and thought, My gift... My gift to you.
Rodney pulled back, letting him shout and pant through his climax, then shifted off to the side to lie back on the bed. John could see Radek now, lifting his head away from John's softening cock, swollen-lipped and alluringly mussed. He smiled with wicked satisfaction and licked his lips, and John felt a flare of nearly animal lust, in spite of his recent satiation.
He reached for Radek, though still clumsy and a bit feeble, but Radek understood and complied, climbing up to kiss him. Tasting himself in Radek's mouth seemed to provide some last piece in the puzzle they made -closing their circle and locking it, so that nothing could ever break it. They all felt it, pulling each other in close and trading heated kisses, knowing each other by taste alone.
Radek and Rodney, John began to notice as he emerged from his post-coital daze, were both hard as rock, as they moved against him and each other. It comes as no surprise to John then, that when they finally pulled back from each other -Radek still sitting lightly astride John's chest, and holding Rodney's face between his hands- they were breathing hard, eyes slightly glazed.
"I will taste you both tonight," Radek said, and the possessive hunter in John knew exactly what he wanted and why he wanted it. He will have it himself, at the next possible opportunity, John thinks. For now, however, he is entirely on board with the idea of watching Radek suck Rodney's cock, but naturally, Rodney had further plans.
"Mmm, fair enough," replied Rodney. "But I think someone needs to fuck Sheppard, so I guess that gets to be you."
They both turned to him next, of course, and John is entirely pleased with how his voice doesn't break as he says, "Well, Rodney, when you're right, you're right," though it did come out just a tad breathlessly.
That earned him a laughing kiss from Rodney while Radek clambered off him and went to find something to use for lube. Given the situation, Rodney didn't really have to be a mind reader to point wordlessly, as he continued to kiss John, directing Radek toward a shelf near the head of the bed. Radek returned a moment later with a small ceramic pot, stoppered with a large cork and decorated with... scenes that made the intended use of its contents more than clear.
Rodney distracted John then by starting to play with his nipples while continuing to kiss him. It seemed as if Rodney just couldn't manage to get enough of him, and kept returning to taste him again. John completely knew the feeling, however, and so didn't mind at all. He also thought he'd never get tired of Rodney's able fingers pinching and tugging on his nipples the way they were just now and, by the Dark Lord, he was going to get hard again real soon if this went on. Then he felt the press of a slender finger, moving slick against his opening.
He froze and then...okay, yes, he whimpered, moaning high and helpless into Rodney's mouth.
"Eager much, Sheppard?" Rodney smirked, speaking the words into John's lips. John could only manage to say, "Fuck, yes," and from below he heard Radek laugh. Then he slipped the tip of his finger in, caressing its way past the entrance.
"You are a bit tight," Radek observed, slowly inserting the rest of his finger. "But I get the feeling you have done this before?"
John gave a snort of laughter, then lifted his head to speak. "It's been a couple of years," he said. "But I can usually, um, relax pretty quickly."
"Mm," said Radek, concentrating on his task now. Looking past Rodney, who was kissing his way down John's neck and shoulder, John could see Radek's head, bent in contemplation between his knees, utterly focused on what he was doing to John. At the moment that was slowly thrusting his finger, all the way in and out, and now at last there was another and John groaned with pleasure at the sweet ache of being stretched.
All John wanted was more, more, more, and he arched his back, angling his hips to get Radek to give him more, go deeper. Radek's free hand came up to press John's hip into the bed, half pinning him, and Rodney lifted his head to murmur in John's ear, "Lie still. He likes it when you lie still."
"Fuck," groaned John, because that was way hotter than he ever would have expected, and he really wanted to give Radek what he wanted, but he also really wanted Radek to get on with fucking him.
"He is not wrong, John," Radek said, pinning him harder. "Lie still... and you will be rewarded."
John let his head fall back with a sigh and tried to relax. Rodney made that a bit easier by leaving off John's nipples and throat, and instead, sitting back and taking up John's nearer hand. He began by kissing John's hand, palm, back and each finger, root and tip. By concentrating on this, John could make himself lie still, even as Radek worked his two fingers deeper into John's body.
Now Rodney started to suck John's fingers, one by one, into his mouth, drawing them out slowly so that John began to wonder when his fingers had become sex organs. The look on Rodney's face suggested that they were, and the way it felt to have Rodney's hot, wet mouth sucking on each of his digits... John realized that Rodney had been watching Radek all this time, when Rodney sucked two of John's fingers into his mouth and began to work them in exactly the same tempo as Radek's fingers in his ass.
"Just think," Rodney said moments before sucking John's fingers halfway down his throat, "this is just like what Radek is feeling right now." And then Radek pushed his fingers deep into John's body and tagged his prostate.
John gave a choking, guttural cry, his whole body arcing in pleasure, and he was most definitely hard again -as hard as if he hadn't come in days.
"You were quite correct, John," Radek commented pleasantly. "You are loosening up quite quickly." Then he pressed a third finger in.
John continued to manage to mostly lie still as Radek worked him with three fingers. He didn't spend too long at it, though, and John noticed that his breathing wasn't quite so steady any more by the end. When he released John's hip and grasped hold of his thighs to part them, John saw that Radek's hands weren't quite steady either and John smiled, anticipating a good hard fuck.
Lying still was utterly beyond him, however, when Radek finally pressed his very hard, comfortably sizable cock into John's body. John groaned aloud, back arching and one hand clutching at the bedclothes beneath him. Kneeling beside him, Rodney bent down to kiss John, then leaned across to kiss Radek, tasting him around his panting breaths.
"Ježiši Márja!" Radek groaned, now fully buried in John's body. John moved to hook his knees over Radek's shoulders, wanting him deeper still, but Radek shrugged off the right one, so that John's hips were canted at a slight angle. Before John could wonder why, however, Radek was leaning forward and to the right, between John's thighs, to take Rodney's hard and dripping cock into his mouth. John had figured that Rodney would end up straddling John's hips so that Radek could take him more easily, but this way John could see... nearly everything.
Radek was braced with one arm wrapped under and around John's left thigh, and the other grasping at Rodney's right hip as he slowly began to thrust into John. Rodney's hands now came to hold Radek's head, since Radek's hands were occupied, and began to carefully fuck Radek's mouth, rocking his hips in a slow, steady rhythm.
"Fuck, Radek, your mouth..." Rodney moaned as Radek wrapped his lips around Rodney's cock and sucked enthusiastically. Watching Rodney's face grow slack with pleasure, and Radek, eyes closed, working his mouth over Rodney's cock, John didn't think he'd ever seen anything hotter. He moaned in delight at the feel of Radek's cock moving deep inside him and wondered why he'd ever thought that this would be a bad idea.
Before long, Radek was fucking him vigorously, driving all such speculations from John's mind, but his hands, momentarily unoccupied, seemed to have ideas of their own. His left, reaching down, found Radek's face, caressing it briefly before finding his hand, twinging their fingers together affectionately. With his right John found that he had access to many places on Rodney, and mapping over the contours of his very shapely ass earned him a long groan and a, "God, John, yes..." from Rodney.
John took this as encouragement, and found he was able to fully explore this region, taking particular pleasure in reaching between his thighs to stroke the sensitive spot just behind his balls. This caused Rodney to lose his careful rhythm and insert a shouted explicative into his litany of encouragements. Radek opened his eyes at the change in rhythm, and John could see the laughter in them, urging him on.
Fired by Radek's approval, John followed his fingers' desire to go deeper, although something slippery was wanted first. He had no idea where the pot of lube had gotten to, but his own cock and belly were smeared in sufficient quantities of precum that he decided this would serve quite well for his purposes. Fingers slick with the substance, he returned to the warm depths between Rodney's cheeks and grinned at his lover's increased invective as he felt John's finger at his opening.
"Oh fuck yes, do it; do it you fucking bastard..." he murmured and John complied. He could not help remembering the wet heat of Rodney's mouth around his finger as it entered the tight heat of Rodney's body. Rodney trembled, muttering, "Oh god, oh god, oh god yesss..." as John slid one finger as far as it would go into Rodney's opening.
It really was something to watch Rodney's babble gradually rendered into wordless whines and moans, especially when John knew he'd had something to do with it. Of course a lot of that was Radek's doing too, just as it was Radek's doing that John wasn't even going to try to talk just now, beyond saying, "fuck," every time he felt Radek's cock slam into him.
The word was becoming a bit breathier every time John said it, and the speed was increasing too. John figured it was about time for Rodney to get that second finger.
Rodney's voice was pitching higher and higher, and John could see his fingers clutch at the loose strands of Radek's hair. Clearly he was close, and John figured he knew how to tip him over the edge. Pressing his two fingers as deeply as he could into Rodney's body, John's fingertips sought the sweet spot, rotating his wrist until he found... there it was.
John tipped his head back to watch Rodney's face as he came, feeling Rodney's shuddering body clench and spasm around his fingers. He heard Radek moan as he tasted the seed spilling into his mouth, and then Radek was kneeling up, letting Rodney's still quivering cock slip from his mouth, and thrusting into John with renewed enthusiasm.
John was only aware in a vague way of Rodney collapsing to lie beside him as Radek buried himself in John's ass again and again. He seemed to be muttering something in Czech around his clenched teeth, hair falling into his eyes and sweat gleaming on his broad forehead, and Gods and Devils, John was going to come, for the second time this evening, without a hand on him.
Except that there was a hand on him now, slicking his length with his own precum, broad, strong fingers he knew quite well in other capacities wrapping around him, pumping in rhythm with Radek's thrusts. It spelled the end for the last of John's critical thinking capacity, and all he could do was lift his hips and throw himself against Radek's cock as best he could, until a white searing pleasure burned its way through John and he was coming like he'd never come in his life before.
Radek came, shouting in Czech, a second later -he thought he remembered that, but nothing was terribly clear afterwards. There was the covering warmth of Radek collapsing onto him, warm lips casually pressing against his chest, then Rodney was leaning over to meet those lips with his own. John managed to get his vision to focus enough to watch the two of them, and found it well worth the effort. He only realized that he was grinning, however, when Radek lifted himself away from Rodney and shifted up to kiss that grin right off of John's lips.
Radek tasted of Rodney's mouth and of Rodney's seed and John found himself craving the taste, feeling something almost ancient, deep inside him, singing mine, mine, MINE! as he tasted one lover in another lover's mouth. Radek's mind seemed to be running along a similar track as he drew back from John's mouth and took up his hand and Rodney's, to murmur, "Mine; my pack," and kiss both their palms.
"My House," John murmured in response, pulling his lovers close to lie curled together on the bed and only belatedly realizing what he'd said. To his surprise, however, neither of his lovers seemed either mystified or troubled by this pronouncement. Radek said only, "Samozřejmě," and snuggled in closer, while Rodney said, "Hmm, stands to reason," and kissed John's shoulder before closing his eyes.
Really, though, John considered as he slipped off to sleep at last, this was the Land of Hearts' Desire, and so he shouldn't find any of it surprising, should he? Somewhere, in the world beyond this one, all this would have profound implications and probably cause a peck of trouble, but in the here and now nothing mattered but what they three had made between themselves. More durable than the strongest fortress, John felt the power of it protecting him as well as his lovers, and that knowledge let him drift off to sleep without a care in the world.
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The funny thing is, I wanted to get on with the plot in the next scene, but the boys had other ideas! Read on...
Author: Taylor Dancinghands -taylor@tdancinghands.com
Characters: Vampire!Sheppard/Werewolf!Zelenka/Change
Pairings: Zelenka/McKay/Sheppard, and other pairings background
Category: slash, AU
Spoilers: none
Warnings: graphic m/m/m sex
Rating: for Mature readers
Archive: Generally yes, but please let me know where
Summary: Now that our heroes are reunited, Carson's trial concluded favorably and the age old exile of Wolves and Vampires from the Realms lifted, a single problem remains: how will our heroes be able to return to Atlantis. Help comes from an unexpected quarter.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never will, not claiming to. Just wanna play with 'em a little. Can't I, can't I, huh?
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The Last Changeling
by Taylor Dancinghands
Tale the Ninth: "Detente" pt 1/4
John Sheppard figured that it was going to take a while to wrap his brain around what all had just happened in the very short space of the last twenty four hours. A little over a day ago he'd been sitting in a jail cell awaiting his court martial and now, while his future definitely looked a good deal less bleak, it didn't really look any more certain. To be sure, he was as happy as he could be that Carson was out from under his particular cloud, and satisfied with the part he'd had to play in that outcome, but he had no idea of what lay in store for himself next, even in the very short term.
For the moment, he was following Zelenka and McKay, and McKay's adoptive father to some sort of 'bower' -whatever that was- presumably to retire for the night, though he wasn't at all sure that 'retiring' meant sleeping, at least for McKay and Zelenka. John wasn't opposed to the idea of sleeping himself, though he had a feeling it might be a while before he was going to be able to manage it, wherever he ended up.
He figured he ought to be asking questions about that, but couldn't quite figure out how, or what to ask before they arrived at what looked, at first, to be nothing more than a slightly well arranged pile of brush. A closer examination revealed the 'bower' to be a simple, lean-to structure with a thatched roof and walls of brush. There was a door -the kind that's split so that the upper half could be opened separately to create a window of sorts- set in the tallest wall, and a small window, closed only by a curtain, set in one of the side walls. A dim but warm light, such as might be made by a candle, cast a glow through the window.
"Perfect," Rodney said, just as John was saying, "Umm... "
There was a moment of confused silence, and then Rodney said, "What?" as though daring John to offer up any kind of complaint.
He struggled for a moment with just how to put it, finally settling on, "Well... the expression, 'three's a crowd' comes to mind..."
"Oh..." said Rodney, eyes wide, and there was this fey, almost terrifying smile on Zelenka's face. Parthenius, the faun, chose that moment to lay his hands on both Rodney's and John's shoulders and say, with a mischievous grin, "Well, I believe I'll leave you lads to sort things out for yourselves. Goodnight and the most pleasant of dreams!"
"But..." John began futilely as the old scholar, in his solemn back robes, actually skipped away down the path. He sighed as he watched him go, then turned back to Rodney and Radek.
"Look," he said, "I'm pretty sure I can find my way back to that gazebo..." he began, when Rodney interrupted.
"No," he said, both urgent and awkward. John raised his eyebrows.
"By... by which I mean," Rodney clarified, "no, you probably can't find your way back... things like that are never in the same place you left them around here, and also..." he swallowed, glanced briefly over at Radek and then said, "no, I... that is, we... we'd rather you, um, stayed. Here. With us..."
John reflected that the recent events of his life ought to have prepared him for facing such paradoxes as he seemed to face now, but he only felt himself a bit dumbfounded, and utterly confused.
"But..." he said, painfully aware of how lost he sounded. "You... Wolves mate for life... you can't..."
And there was that fae, slightly hungry grin on Radek's face as he said, "It's true that once we form a bond, it remains for life, but that is not the same as monogamy, yes?"
John found himself putting out a hand to steady himself against the side of the 'bower' before he even knew what he was doing, because this was seriously messing with his head.
"Come on," Rodney said, moving toward the door. "Come inside and sit down before you fall down. There'll be coffee, too."
"Coffee?" Radek said, predictably eager.
"If my dads told the sprites to set the place up for me, there'd better be," Rodney said, opening the door and then taking John's hand to pull him in. John should not have been surprised to see how much the interior of the bower put the lie to its humble exterior, but it was impressive all the same.
The inside walls of the bower had been layered in mud or plaster, whitewashed and decorated with colorful murals of birds and flowers. The floor was covered with a variety of sumptuous carpets, which no doubt felt delightful underfoot. Even now Rodney was sitting himself on a short bench by the door to remove his boots, and Radek had knelt nearby to do the same. John remained standing, unwilling to commit himself further, and took in more of his surroundings.
In the far corner of the room there was a small hearth with a banked fire, waiting to be built up, firewood neatly stacked to one side. Rodney hastened to do just that once his shoes were off, skirting the enormous, and no doubt delightfully comfortable, bed set in the corner to John’s right. He let his eyes skate past that to the low table in the center of the room, situated in front of the hearth. Pillows surrounded it, and upon it was a bowl of fruit, a plate with various wedges of cheese, and a basket of bread. There were also three cups, placed neatly upside down in the center of the table, a pot of honey and a small pitcher, presumably of cream, sitting beside them. Rodney was already reaching for one of the cups.
Of course, that was a coffee pot keeping warm beside the hearth, just as Rodney had predicted, and Radek was getting his own cup, placing it beside Rodney’s to be filled as Rodney poured.
"Should we pour one for you as well, John?" Radek asked, looking across at John where he remained standing by the door.
It was starling to hear Radek call him by his first name, and it shook John, shattering the paralysis that kept him hovering near the door. He sat abruptly on the bench, elbows on his knees, while Rodney bustled about the room, lighting various candles and lanterns. As the room resolved into greater clarity around them, the solid truth of what Rodney and Radek truly intended did as well, but John couldn’t make it seem real for himself.
“I can’t,” he said, lowering his head to rest in his hands.
“What,” Rodney smirked. “Afraid it’ll keep you awake?”
“No,” John said, not lifting his head. “I can’t… with you guys, I can’t…”
“And why not?” Radek’s voice was gentle, and too knowing. It frightened him in ways that a ten thousand year old Wraith warrior hadn’t. All John could do was shake his head.
“So… you’re going to sit there and tell us you don’t want this?” Rodney asked, sharp but not offended. “Don’t want us?”
Gods and devils, John cursed silently. They both knew him too well, and there was a full pitched battle going on inside John’s head. There was no way he could open his mouth and tell Rodney McKay and Radek Zelenka that he didn’t want them. They’d know it for a lie before he’d uttered the first word, but to tell them the truth, to even consider acting on it… he could feel himself breaking out in a cold sweat of panic at the very thought.
“No…” Fuck, was that him speaking? He could swear he hadn’t had that much to drink, and yet… “Of course I want… You know I do…”
“Then why…?” Radek began, but Rodney spoke over him.
“Is it your heart’s desire?” he asked, and crap, how was a question like that coming out of Rodney McKay’s mouth. “Are we your heart’s desire.”
Have you forgotten where I grew up? The memory of Rodney’s oft spoken reminder answered John’s question, and now John was compelled to answer Rodney’s.
“Yes,” John murmured through his hands, the word seeming to come of its own volition. Devils below, did this place have a truth spell woven into it? “Makers help me, yes.”
“John,” Rodney’s voice was entreating now, as he’d never heard it before. “Take a look around you. Think where you are. This is the Land of Heart’s Desires. You’re the first Night Hunter in generations to stand here, and in coming you’ve ended your people's exile forever. You can have anything your heart truly desires. All you have to do is reach out and take it!”
Now John’s throat closed around the words of denial he wanted to say, and so he could only shake his head, hands closing into fists. “It’s too much,” he managed, words coming out in a harsh whisper. “Too much to lose.”
In the silence that followed, John thought for a terrifying moment that he’d won his argument, and then he heard Radek speak.
“Nejseš válečník?” he asked, and John had to look up then, to make sure that it really was Czech that Radek was speaking, and that he hadn’t simply lost his mind. The wolf met his gaze with startling intensity, and then repeated himself in English.
“Are you not a warrior?” he asked, teeth bared ever so slightly, and eyes gleaming just a little more than they should in the candlelight. “Is there not a fire in your heart to fight for what it desires most, to protect it?”
“With everything I have,” John answered as though compelled. “Everything I am.” And then as simply as that John understood: it was not a surrender he faced, but a call to arms, a challenge he could not deny. He surged forward, Radek’s feral grin waking something very old, very deep inside him, and seized the wolf by his shoulders, meeting those graceful, mocking lips with his own.
He thought he might have heard Rodney gasp, or possibly even whimper, but nearly everything was drowned out by the blood roaring in his ears, and the pounding of his heart. Are you not a warrior? Radek had asked, and he had asked because he was a warrior himself and now John understood at last what it meant that they were truly made to fight at each other’s sides.
It was, therefore, not at all a gentle kiss. Tongues forced their way in past strong lips and biting teeth; mouth moved against mouth in a contest for dominance, and after a moment hands came to reach and grasp, Radek’s clutching at John’s shirt and John’s splayed across the back of Radek’s skull, tangled in the whisps if his wild hair. John knew his fang teeth were just a little longer and sharper than they should be, and Radek had to know it too, but he didn’t seem to care. In fact, Radek seemed to be… growling… though to be fair, it might have been both of them.
Eventually they did have to break it off, and when they did, both their gazes flew to Rodney. He was, predictably, staring back at them, eyes wide as saucers and lips parted in something almost like shock. Suddenly, John needed to taste those lips like he needed to breath.
He heard Radek give a soft, wolfish laugh as he turned his attentions to Rodney, but John paid it no mind. The blood sang in his veins –blood that he’d had from Rodney and blood that he’d given- and the link that he’d assumed had lapsed to nothing now flared to life between them. Evidently Rodney felt it too, for he gave a little gasp and then he was in John’s arms, mouth greeting his like a long lost lover. When their mouths met, John found that Rodney tasted like home.
About the time that he realized that he’d pushed Rodney back into the cushions on the floor, John also realized that, behind him, Radek was taking his shoes off. The next thing he knew Radek’s hands were on both of them, warm clever fingers slipping under his shirt to caress and tease, and John realized that, yes, it was high time for their clothing to all come off.
As loathe as he was to be parted from Rodney, even for a brief moment, John understood the necessity, and wanted to be naked, and to have the others naked as well. At Rodney’s urging, the process of removing clothing became combined with the process of moving them all to the bed, which John found sensible as well, and only a short while later everyone was naked and on the bed and nothing at all stood between John and his heart’s desire. It was a little stunning.
Then it was evidently John’s turn to stare lustfully at the sight of Rodney and Radek, twined in each other’s arms, one small lithe body moving against a broader, sturdier one. The wonder of that moment was that John felt none of the lonely sense of exclusion which he’d felt before, watching the two of them. Gone was the sense of being a third wheel, nose pressed against the window looking into a room where everything he wanted and would never have was kept from him. They were his now, to watch or touch if he pleased, whenever he pleased. It was a heady sensation, knowing this, and for a moment John was torn, all but overwhelmed by the wealth of delightful choices that lay before him now.
To watch or to touch? Or maybe he could do both. At the moment Radek was kissing and licking his way down Rodney’s body, pausing to lave a nipple. Rodney moaned and writhed a bit, hands fisting in Radek’s hair, and John surrendered to the temptation to touch the neglected nipple himself. It was like flying, knowing he could do this -could reach down and skim his hand over Rodney's broad chest, letting his fingers briefly toy with the small, already hard nipple. Rodney whimpered, then opened his eyes to meet John's gaze and offered him a brilliant smile.
"Yeah... John," he sighed, reaching a hand up to lay over John's, and there was nothing for it then but to lean down and kiss away that beautiful blinding smile.
Beside him, John heard Radek's low chuckle and then there was a hand moving over his skin, caressing its way along his side, drifting up to follow the contours of his ass. John moaned softly into Rodney's mouth, indulging himself in all the sensations -the wet heat of the mouth exploring his, the knowing hands on his body... and then there was a mouth there too, teeth nipping the skin of his ass.
"He likes to leave marks, you know," Rodney commented, having drawn away from the kiss at John's gasp. "But don't worry, he won't leave any visible marks without asking first."
"Doesn't matter," John murmured against Rodney's throat. "Nothing left to lose but you. You can have anything you want... anything."
Behind him, Radek made a pleased humming sound, and the next thing he knew there were teeth sinking into the firm flesh of his ass, biting and sucking so that John squirmed helplessly in Rodney's arms. He found himself thrusting as the bite deepened, his achingly hard cock finding the crease below Rodney's hip, while Rodney ran his hands over his back murmuring, "Yeah... John, yeah..."
"Mine." Radek growled possessively when he had finally finished. "My pack." Not two days ago John would have found it shockingly disturbing, how right it felt to be claimed so by a wolf. Now he knew, however, just why it was right, and how very right it was. They were meant for each other, to claim each other and to give something of themselves to each other. It came to John then that there was a gift he had for Radek that he had not yet shared, and that now was definitely the time to share it.
"Yes," John said, rolling on to his side to address Radek. "I am yours, but there's still one last... connection we need to make."
"Indeed, there is a gift I would have of you," Radek said, grasping John's hips to push him onto his back. He'd taken his glasses off, John realized, and without them Radek's face was suddenly much more open, revealing a gentle and passionate soul which had always hidden behind the glass lenses. John felt a surge of... privilege, to be loved by such a being, as he watched Radek open his thighs and bend to brush his lips over the head of John's cock.
"Gods... Radek," John moaned, letting his head fall back against the bed. Rodney's lips found his there, stifling if not silencing his cries. Rodney's body covered his, as he leaned down to kiss, and put much of what John's hands craved to explore within easy reach. While his left hand had its way with the firm shapeliness of Rodney's ass, his right could feel its way down Rodney's torso till he found the rigid length of flesh he'd been seeking.
Soon enough Rodney's muffled cries were just as loud as John's, and then they had to break off, because they both had to pant as well. His hand continued to stroke and squeeze Rodney's cock, however, but as John cherished the way Rodney's sex filled his hand, and the way Radek's clever mouth was swallowing down his own cock, he began to think how else he'd like to have Rodney's fill him. Assembling his thoughts enough to communicate this, however, proved to be a challenge.
"Rodney... fuck..." he began, hips helplessly trying to thrust up into Radek's mouth as the wolf's wiry strength held him pinned down. "I... I want... fuck... please..." Words failing him, John tried tugging upward with the hand fondling Rodney's ass, and relinquished his grip on his cock.
Rodney made a questioning noise at first, but then followed John's gaze (he was a genius after all) and figured it out. Eagerly, he crawled up John's body, and John had the unique and indescribable experience of feeling someone chuckle around his cock. It almost finished him, but he wanted to taste Rodney's cock first. He wanted to come with Radek's mouth on him and Rodney's cock in his mouth.
Now Rodney was straddling his shoulders, pushing a couple of pillows under his head and neck (which John really appreciated) and then he was tasting the precum on the head of Rodney's cock, feeling the whole hard length of it fill his mouth and throat. John closed his lips around it, caressing hot flesh with his tongue, opening his throat all the way to take it, and groaned with pleasure.
Lying on his back, John couldn't really move his head much, but could only let Rodney fuck his face, which was altogether fine. Both Rodney's hands grasped the back of John's skull, fingers splayed wide in amidst his disordered hair to hold him, and thrust his cock into John's mouth with a perfect rhythm. Radek's rhythm on his own cock was increasing in speed and John felt himself began to fall into the sensations.
Hot wet tongue sliding along his shaft, hard cock head pressing against the back of his throat and then withdrawing, gentle suction on his own sex, slick thrusting over his own lips and tongue, muscles of a throat closing, swallowing around the head of his cock...
He broke with a choked cry, back arching, fingers digging into Rodney's hips. He felt the hot pulses of his spending, coming in Radek's mouth and thought, My gift... My gift to you.
Rodney pulled back, letting him shout and pant through his climax, then shifted off to the side to lie back on the bed. John could see Radek now, lifting his head away from John's softening cock, swollen-lipped and alluringly mussed. He smiled with wicked satisfaction and licked his lips, and John felt a flare of nearly animal lust, in spite of his recent satiation.
He reached for Radek, though still clumsy and a bit feeble, but Radek understood and complied, climbing up to kiss him. Tasting himself in Radek's mouth seemed to provide some last piece in the puzzle they made -closing their circle and locking it, so that nothing could ever break it. They all felt it, pulling each other in close and trading heated kisses, knowing each other by taste alone.
Radek and Rodney, John began to notice as he emerged from his post-coital daze, were both hard as rock, as they moved against him and each other. It comes as no surprise to John then, that when they finally pulled back from each other -Radek still sitting lightly astride John's chest, and holding Rodney's face between his hands- they were breathing hard, eyes slightly glazed.
"I will taste you both tonight," Radek said, and the possessive hunter in John knew exactly what he wanted and why he wanted it. He will have it himself, at the next possible opportunity, John thinks. For now, however, he is entirely on board with the idea of watching Radek suck Rodney's cock, but naturally, Rodney had further plans.
"Mmm, fair enough," replied Rodney. "But I think someone needs to fuck Sheppard, so I guess that gets to be you."
They both turned to him next, of course, and John is entirely pleased with how his voice doesn't break as he says, "Well, Rodney, when you're right, you're right," though it did come out just a tad breathlessly.
That earned him a laughing kiss from Rodney while Radek clambered off him and went to find something to use for lube. Given the situation, Rodney didn't really have to be a mind reader to point wordlessly, as he continued to kiss John, directing Radek toward a shelf near the head of the bed. Radek returned a moment later with a small ceramic pot, stoppered with a large cork and decorated with... scenes that made the intended use of its contents more than clear.
Rodney distracted John then by starting to play with his nipples while continuing to kiss him. It seemed as if Rodney just couldn't manage to get enough of him, and kept returning to taste him again. John completely knew the feeling, however, and so didn't mind at all. He also thought he'd never get tired of Rodney's able fingers pinching and tugging on his nipples the way they were just now and, by the Dark Lord, he was going to get hard again real soon if this went on. Then he felt the press of a slender finger, moving slick against his opening.
He froze and then...okay, yes, he whimpered, moaning high and helpless into Rodney's mouth.
"Eager much, Sheppard?" Rodney smirked, speaking the words into John's lips. John could only manage to say, "Fuck, yes," and from below he heard Radek laugh. Then he slipped the tip of his finger in, caressing its way past the entrance.
"You are a bit tight," Radek observed, slowly inserting the rest of his finger. "But I get the feeling you have done this before?"
John gave a snort of laughter, then lifted his head to speak. "It's been a couple of years," he said. "But I can usually, um, relax pretty quickly."
"Mm," said Radek, concentrating on his task now. Looking past Rodney, who was kissing his way down John's neck and shoulder, John could see Radek's head, bent in contemplation between his knees, utterly focused on what he was doing to John. At the moment that was slowly thrusting his finger, all the way in and out, and now at last there was another and John groaned with pleasure at the sweet ache of being stretched.
All John wanted was more, more, more, and he arched his back, angling his hips to get Radek to give him more, go deeper. Radek's free hand came up to press John's hip into the bed, half pinning him, and Rodney lifted his head to murmur in John's ear, "Lie still. He likes it when you lie still."
"Fuck," groaned John, because that was way hotter than he ever would have expected, and he really wanted to give Radek what he wanted, but he also really wanted Radek to get on with fucking him.
"He is not wrong, John," Radek said, pinning him harder. "Lie still... and you will be rewarded."
John let his head fall back with a sigh and tried to relax. Rodney made that a bit easier by leaving off John's nipples and throat, and instead, sitting back and taking up John's nearer hand. He began by kissing John's hand, palm, back and each finger, root and tip. By concentrating on this, John could make himself lie still, even as Radek worked his two fingers deeper into John's body.
Now Rodney started to suck John's fingers, one by one, into his mouth, drawing them out slowly so that John began to wonder when his fingers had become sex organs. The look on Rodney's face suggested that they were, and the way it felt to have Rodney's hot, wet mouth sucking on each of his digits... John realized that Rodney had been watching Radek all this time, when Rodney sucked two of John's fingers into his mouth and began to work them in exactly the same tempo as Radek's fingers in his ass.
"Just think," Rodney said moments before sucking John's fingers halfway down his throat, "this is just like what Radek is feeling right now." And then Radek pushed his fingers deep into John's body and tagged his prostate.
John gave a choking, guttural cry, his whole body arcing in pleasure, and he was most definitely hard again -as hard as if he hadn't come in days.
"You were quite correct, John," Radek commented pleasantly. "You are loosening up quite quickly." Then he pressed a third finger in.
John continued to manage to mostly lie still as Radek worked him with three fingers. He didn't spend too long at it, though, and John noticed that his breathing wasn't quite so steady any more by the end. When he released John's hip and grasped hold of his thighs to part them, John saw that Radek's hands weren't quite steady either and John smiled, anticipating a good hard fuck.
Lying still was utterly beyond him, however, when Radek finally pressed his very hard, comfortably sizable cock into John's body. John groaned aloud, back arching and one hand clutching at the bedclothes beneath him. Kneeling beside him, Rodney bent down to kiss John, then leaned across to kiss Radek, tasting him around his panting breaths.
"Ježiši Márja!" Radek groaned, now fully buried in John's body. John moved to hook his knees over Radek's shoulders, wanting him deeper still, but Radek shrugged off the right one, so that John's hips were canted at a slight angle. Before John could wonder why, however, Radek was leaning forward and to the right, between John's thighs, to take Rodney's hard and dripping cock into his mouth. John had figured that Rodney would end up straddling John's hips so that Radek could take him more easily, but this way John could see... nearly everything.
Radek was braced with one arm wrapped under and around John's left thigh, and the other grasping at Rodney's right hip as he slowly began to thrust into John. Rodney's hands now came to hold Radek's head, since Radek's hands were occupied, and began to carefully fuck Radek's mouth, rocking his hips in a slow, steady rhythm.
"Fuck, Radek, your mouth..." Rodney moaned as Radek wrapped his lips around Rodney's cock and sucked enthusiastically. Watching Rodney's face grow slack with pleasure, and Radek, eyes closed, working his mouth over Rodney's cock, John didn't think he'd ever seen anything hotter. He moaned in delight at the feel of Radek's cock moving deep inside him and wondered why he'd ever thought that this would be a bad idea.
Before long, Radek was fucking him vigorously, driving all such speculations from John's mind, but his hands, momentarily unoccupied, seemed to have ideas of their own. His left, reaching down, found Radek's face, caressing it briefly before finding his hand, twinging their fingers together affectionately. With his right John found that he had access to many places on Rodney, and mapping over the contours of his very shapely ass earned him a long groan and a, "God, John, yes..." from Rodney.
John took this as encouragement, and found he was able to fully explore this region, taking particular pleasure in reaching between his thighs to stroke the sensitive spot just behind his balls. This caused Rodney to lose his careful rhythm and insert a shouted explicative into his litany of encouragements. Radek opened his eyes at the change in rhythm, and John could see the laughter in them, urging him on.
Fired by Radek's approval, John followed his fingers' desire to go deeper, although something slippery was wanted first. He had no idea where the pot of lube had gotten to, but his own cock and belly were smeared in sufficient quantities of precum that he decided this would serve quite well for his purposes. Fingers slick with the substance, he returned to the warm depths between Rodney's cheeks and grinned at his lover's increased invective as he felt John's finger at his opening.
"Oh fuck yes, do it; do it you fucking bastard..." he murmured and John complied. He could not help remembering the wet heat of Rodney's mouth around his finger as it entered the tight heat of Rodney's body. Rodney trembled, muttering, "Oh god, oh god, oh god yesss..." as John slid one finger as far as it would go into Rodney's opening.
It really was something to watch Rodney's babble gradually rendered into wordless whines and moans, especially when John knew he'd had something to do with it. Of course a lot of that was Radek's doing too, just as it was Radek's doing that John wasn't even going to try to talk just now, beyond saying, "fuck," every time he felt Radek's cock slam into him.
The word was becoming a bit breathier every time John said it, and the speed was increasing too. John figured it was about time for Rodney to get that second finger.
Rodney's voice was pitching higher and higher, and John could see his fingers clutch at the loose strands of Radek's hair. Clearly he was close, and John figured he knew how to tip him over the edge. Pressing his two fingers as deeply as he could into Rodney's body, John's fingertips sought the sweet spot, rotating his wrist until he found... there it was.
John tipped his head back to watch Rodney's face as he came, feeling Rodney's shuddering body clench and spasm around his fingers. He heard Radek moan as he tasted the seed spilling into his mouth, and then Radek was kneeling up, letting Rodney's still quivering cock slip from his mouth, and thrusting into John with renewed enthusiasm.
John was only aware in a vague way of Rodney collapsing to lie beside him as Radek buried himself in John's ass again and again. He seemed to be muttering something in Czech around his clenched teeth, hair falling into his eyes and sweat gleaming on his broad forehead, and Gods and Devils, John was going to come, for the second time this evening, without a hand on him.
Except that there was a hand on him now, slicking his length with his own precum, broad, strong fingers he knew quite well in other capacities wrapping around him, pumping in rhythm with Radek's thrusts. It spelled the end for the last of John's critical thinking capacity, and all he could do was lift his hips and throw himself against Radek's cock as best he could, until a white searing pleasure burned its way through John and he was coming like he'd never come in his life before.
Radek came, shouting in Czech, a second later -he thought he remembered that, but nothing was terribly clear afterwards. There was the covering warmth of Radek collapsing onto him, warm lips casually pressing against his chest, then Rodney was leaning over to meet those lips with his own. John managed to get his vision to focus enough to watch the two of them, and found it well worth the effort. He only realized that he was grinning, however, when Radek lifted himself away from Rodney and shifted up to kiss that grin right off of John's lips.
Radek tasted of Rodney's mouth and of Rodney's seed and John found himself craving the taste, feeling something almost ancient, deep inside him, singing mine, mine, MINE! as he tasted one lover in another lover's mouth. Radek's mind seemed to be running along a similar track as he drew back from John's mouth and took up his hand and Rodney's, to murmur, "Mine; my pack," and kiss both their palms.
"My House," John murmured in response, pulling his lovers close to lie curled together on the bed and only belatedly realizing what he'd said. To his surprise, however, neither of his lovers seemed either mystified or troubled by this pronouncement. Radek said only, "Samozřejmě," and snuggled in closer, while Rodney said, "Hmm, stands to reason," and kissed John's shoulder before closing his eyes.
Really, though, John considered as he slipped off to sleep at last, this was the Land of Hearts' Desire, and so he shouldn't find any of it surprising, should he? Somewhere, in the world beyond this one, all this would have profound implications and probably cause a peck of trouble, but in the here and now nothing mattered but what they three had made between themselves. More durable than the strongest fortress, John felt the power of it protecting him as well as his lovers, and that knowledge let him drift off to sleep without a care in the world.
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The funny thing is, I wanted to get on with the plot in the next scene, but the boys had other ideas! Read on...