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Repost: Bloodlust Part 5
Title: Bloodlust
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Vampire AU
Chapter Five
John stared at Rodney in a daze, barely registering what was happening. It was like coming down from a buzz. He blinked a couple times before he realized that Rodney looked as he did in the cave, his eyes shining bright and his teeth leaving no doubt about his true nature. Mesmerized, John could only stare, breathing harshly, his blood pounding in his veins. He wiped the sweat that gathered on his brow and started to rise, intent on getting to Rodney.
Scooting further away, Rodney held out his hands in a desperate attempt to maintain some distance between them. “Please, stay away.”
“Not this time,” growled John, creeping closer.
Rodney held himself tight against the wall, pleading, “Please…John, don’t. I don’t want it this way.”
John eased closer and just when he thought Rodney had given in, he bolted, scrambling from the room and knocking John back in the process. Rocked back on his ass, John shook his head and stared at the open door. “Damn it.”
He knew there was no point in going after Rodney in his present state. There would be no finding him if he didn’t want to be found. It was hard enough with a life sign detector on a good day. He stood up and debated going after him anyway but ended up nervously pacing the small room, berating himself for pushing Rodney. When that didn’t work, he flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling. That lasted about ten minutes before he got dressed and went looking for Rodney.
John was sitting at breakfast at their normal table when Rodney finally showed up. He looked terrible as he slid into the seat next to John. As mad as he was, John couldn’t deny his relief or his concern. “Don’t take off like that again. You had me scared to death.”
“Sorry. You didn’t exactly leave me any alternative,” said Rodney, eating his breakfast at an almost leisurely pace. It was then that John realized the dullness in his eyes had been replaced by a healthier shine. Except for the tiredness around his eyes, he never would have guessed that Rodney had been so close to death the night before.
“You look better.”
Rodney shrugged, “I feel better.”
“You gonna tell me about this bloodlust thing now?” asked John as he ate.
“Shh,” hissed McKay, glancing around and realizing for the first time that they were alone.
Noting his surprise, John teased, “Your social skills preceded you.” They’d pretty much had the table to themselves since Rodney’s display the first day.
“Hmph,” said Rodney, and he kept eating. He looked around anyway and whispered shyly, “What you did… last night. Thanks.”
“It wasn’t so bad,” quipped John, shrugging innocently.
Rodney stopped in mid bite and gaped at him, “That was…that…It wasn’t…”
John frowned, “Wasn’t what?”
Pale, Rodney swallowed and stuttered, “That wasn’t a feeding.” He dropped his head, embarrassed, “If it had been, I never would have been able to leave like I did.”
John started to ask what he meant, but the workers were making their way to the edge of the camp, signaling a new day and effectively ending the conversation. John tried to get more information, but Rodney refused to say anything more. There would be no time for talk until they returned from the quarry.
Privacy was next to impossible when the furthest worker was only three feet away. As they worked, John couldn’t get over how much better Rodney was doing. He’d lost the death warmed over look and ignoring the sun burnt skin, he looked healthier than he had in days. It was hard to believe that so little blood could make such a dramatic change.
The blood of the previous night was an elixir for Rodney, giving John hope that he might actually survive until rescue arrived. It was hard to decide whether to be depressed or pissed that they’d spent almost a week in captivity and no one had arrived to save the day. They’d gate hopped some before arriving on the planet but surely someone knew of the Telosian home world. He tried convincing himself that it was just a matter of time before help arrived. As the days passed, it was getting harder to remain optimistic about a timely rescue.
It was only a matter of time before they were going to have to risk escape. They couldn’t give up their lives to mining when freedom was only a Stargate away. Okay, so it meant crossing the desert. They’d made it across in a day and they might make it by night if they had water. Unfortunately, there was no way to carry water and Rodney’s health was too precarious from day to day to risk the attempt. Even though he was looking better today than he had since their arrival, John still found it hard to believe the small amount of blood Rodney had ingested could make such a marked difference. He’d watched Rodney stare at the wall for several minutes before choosing a spot to work. Within the hour he’d dug out a glowball. Rodney repeated the process and by lunch, he’d found four glowballs.
John eyed him curiously after lunch as he scanned the wall. “You’re creeping me out, McKay.”
Turning, Rodney frowned, “Huh?”
Nodding towards the wall, John replied, “You’ve found four balls without error. You want to let me in on your secret.”
“No secret. If you look hard enough you can see a faint glow.”
John stared at his own chunk of wall, seeing nothing but the gray expanse of rock. “Not seeing anything.”
Frustrated, Rodney stopped his own work and stepped to the side to peer at Sheppard’s space. After a few seconds, he pointed to a spot with his chisel. “Right there. You see it?”
Leaning closer and squinting, John shook his head. “No.”
Rodney rolled his eyes. “Just dig.”
Half an hour later, John pulled out a glowball right where Rodney told him to dig. After the guard retrieved it, John asked, “So, you been holding out on me.”
“As if,” quipped Rodney, twisting his chisel into the rock before hitting it with his hammer. “I didn’t realize you couldn’t see them.”
John stared at the wall then at Rodney. When Rodney just stared back, he said exasperated, “Well?”
“Well what?” sniped Rodney.
Jerking his head to the wall, John snapped, “Where do I dig?”
Rodney looked the wall up and down and pointed to the next spot. He said with annoyance, “I can’t believe you can’t see it.”
“Some of us don’t have the x-ray vision thingie.” He added with a half smirk, “You said you weren’t Superman.”
“I’m not asshole. They glow.”
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Do not.” John turned to the man at his other side and asked nonchalantly, “So what do you know about the glowballs?”
The man kept working as he explained, “They don’t actually glow until they boil them. They will keep forever until they heat them. After they heat them, they will light for about three months.”
Rodney chimed in. “How convenient for our captors. Never run out of customers that way. Capitalism at its finest. The next thing you know there’ll be a mini-mall on the corner selling Slurpees.”
“So they don’t glow until they heat them?” asked John, smirking at Rodney as he asked the other man.
“Did I not just say that?” answered the man with an air of nervous irritation as he glanced over his shoulder at the guards.
Rodney muttered under his breath, “They glow.”
“He said they have to be heated to glow,” John said pointedly, lifting his hammer to the place Rodney picked out earlier.
“The sun heating the rock may be enough to elicit a residual glow not noticeable to the human eye,” argued Rodney.
“But you can see it?”
“Of course I can see it.” Rodney continued to work.
“So why doesn’t the ball burn out before they’re harvested?” asked John, hammer hitting chisel with more determination knowing he would find something for his efforts.
“I’m no biologist,” Rodney feigned a shudder at the thought, making John smile, “but I’d bet they were once a bioluminescent creature.” He gestured to the wall in front of them and the desert behind them. “This was probably all ocean at one time. The creatures washed up on shore and became fossilized. It accounts for their random occurrence, although I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a higher concentration in some areas as opposed to others.”
“Currents?” shrugged John, making a guess.
Judging by Rodney’s surprised look, he must have guessed right. “I knew there was more under that hair than you let on.”
John brightened, “Yep, good looks and charm.”
“Ass,” countered Rodney. He rolled his eyes. “As I was saying, the creatures most likely had a hard outer shell that reacts to the heat of the sun, probably on a wavelength that only I can see. You on the other hand, with your inferior eyesight can’t see it. It must take the extreme heat of boiling to activate the interior of the ball, thus making it possible for you to see.”
“Inferior eyesight?”
“Oh please, can you see the ball?”
“Well no, but…”
“I rest my case,” smirked Rodney.
John worked at the ball he was slowly uncovering, muttering, “I liked you better when you were too tired to talk.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
They were interrupted by the guard that suddenly appeared behind them, “Work!”
Cringing, they returned to their work but Rodney mumbled in a mere whisper as the guard walked away, “Did not.” John grumbled and went back to work. He didn’t feel like arguing. He’d missed the easy banter between them and it was a welcome relief to the silence of previous days when Rodney was too miserable to do much more than make a show of working.
Between them, they’d managed to find six glowballs, adding to their hoard of coins. John was determined to find Rodney a hat. Even covered as he was, the sun was still a problem on his unprotected head and neck. He still looked better than he had in days and John hoped that he’d be able to eat and get a good night’s sleep for once.
Returning to camp that night, they cleaned up quickly and ate. Rodney managed to eat a slice of bread and half his stew before he pushed the leftover towards John. They ate in silence. John didn’t want to discuss things where others could overhear and Rodney didn’t seem inclined to volunteer any information regarding his comment that morning.
Walking back to their room, John cast surreptitious glances at Rodney and finally spoke, “You doing better tonight?”
Rodney nodded, “Yes I am.” His fingers waved, “New man and all that.” It would have been more convincing but for the redness of his exposed skin.
As they reached the room, John suddenly snapped his fingers and turned to go back outside. He spun again and grinned at Rodney, “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.”
“Sheppard!” called Rodney.
John waved over his shoulder and was gone.
********
Rodney was already down to boxers and T-shirt, dozing off, when John returned. Sprawled out like he was, it accentuated Rodney’s leaner frame and John found himself staring for several minutes. Quietly removing his own clothes, John eased into bed, careful not to wake him.
Leaning up on one elbow, he watched the rise and fall of Rodney’s broad chest, noting the way his nipples stood out in relief. Damn Rodney and his nipples. John’s hand was hovering to touch before he realized what he was about to do and pulled his hand back. It twitched nervously to return. John’s eyes drifted lower, taking in Rodney’s slimmer waist and the outline of soft flesh beneath his boxers. John fingers tightened to a fist.
It was becoming increasingly harder to deny his feelings for Rodney and being trapped on an alien planet 24/7 was so not helping. Rather than diminish his desire for Rodney, that morning had only intensified it. Rodney claimed the bloodlust would take away his control. John smiled inwardly. Rodney was probably the least controlled person he knew, especially when they were making love. Had made love. Past tense.
John’s breath hitched and he froze, realizing his hand had been caressing Rodney’s broad chest in lazy circles as his mind drifted. Judging by Rodney’s sharper breaths, he was aware of it too. The silence was deafening and John was about to jerk his hand back, when Rodney spoke, his voice husky, “We should talk.”
His fingers moved of their own accord, finding the hardened nub on Rodney’s chest and John found his own voice hoarse as he answered, “Talking isn’t what I had in mind.” Circling Rodney’s nipple, John swallowed hard as Rodney’s boxers tented with his arousal.
“Later.” Eyes closed tight, Rodney hissed, “We’ll talk later.”
John leaned in and mouthed Rodney’s nipple through his shirt. “Later is good.”
Rodney bucked when John bit down lightly and his hand slipped lower, under the waistband of his shorts. When John gripped his straining cock, Rodney’s head went back and he moaned, “Fuck yeah. Missed this.”
Rolling atop him, John settled between his legs and pushed his own hard length against Rodney’s. They both lost themselves in the familiar contact, straining and pushing for more until they were both breathless. Rodney’s hands gripped John’s ass, holding him tightly as he thrust upward. John lifted up, using his arms for leverage as he ground against Rodney cock. Stopping long enough to slip his boxers lower, John pushed Rodney’s waistband down past his own cock and both men hissed at the sudden skin on skin contact as they strained for release. With his hair plastered to his head and eyes clenched tight, Rodney groaned, arched his back and came hard between them. The warm lubrication was all it took and John followed with his own blinding climax.
Collapsing on Rodney’s chest, John barely registered the trembling in Rodney’s arms as they wrapped around his back and held on. It took several minutes before either man regained enough breath to speak. Rodney pushed enough to roll John to his side, where he settled, still draped over Rodney. Lifting his head, Rodney stared at him. “If that was a one time deal you’re a dead man.”
John slipped his hand under Rodney’s shirt, carding his fingers through his chest hairs as he answered, “Nah, we’re good, but we are going to have that talk.”
Rodney dropped his head back on the bed and sighed, “I’d rather just go with the hot, sweaty sex. Surprisingly, that works for me.”
“Thought it might,” John grinned, pleased with himself. Gathering his courage, he asked hesitantly, “So, tell me about the bloodlust, Rodney. Why are you so afraid of it?”
Feeling Rodney tense beneath him, John caressed his chest, waiting for him to speak. Rodney took a deep breath and spoke softly, “It’s not me I’m afraid for, it’s you.”
“You keep saying that.”
Rodney’s arm draped John’s back, fingers absently teasing bare flesh, “Bear in mind that this would only happen if I feed. Otherwise I’m fine.”
“’kay,” drawled John, doing his best not to tense or react as Rodney answered his question.
“I’ve never fed off…well…a lover, so I’ve never experienced it first hand. Just tasting your blood is more intense than anything I’ve ever done.” Rodney looked at him blurting nervously, “If I feed off you, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking you.”
“And by taking me you mean…” John looked dubious.
“Fucking you,” interrupted Rodney.
“Ah.” John swallowed hard, “You didn’t say that feeding involved sex.”
“Well normally it wouldn’t but it’s different with…” Rodney paused and took a deep breath, “a lover. Once a vampire takes a lover they form a bond of sorts.”
“What kind of bond?” John asked, suspiciously.
“It can be very intimate, and not just for me.”
“So?” replied John, clearly confused by Rodney’s apprehension.
Rodney sat up and scooted back to the wall. Rubbing the stubble of beard, he sighed deeply, “I’m afraid if I feed on you and you can’t say no, you’ll resent me for it.”
“Why would I do that? It’s not like we haven’t had sex before.” John lifted up and sat beside Rodney, their thighs and shoulders touching. Rodney tensed but didn’t move away.
Rodney was growing agitated at John’s indifference, “You don’t get it. I would be fucking you and you wouldn’t have any control. I’d take that away. I’ve heard of a lover begging to be feed off of. I’m sorry but I just can’t see you doing that.”
“Well, didn’t you say that you can only feed if I let you, if I give you permission?” Rodney nodded with irritation, but remained silent as John continued, “So, if it’s really an issue of me not wanting to give up control then why would I let you feed.” John shrugged, “I just say no if it’s a problem for me.”
Rodney dropped his head in frustration, “You make it sound so simple.” It was anything but simple. In the six months he’d been with John before they’d split, Rodney had never actually fucked John. Not that he had a problem with that, it was just the way their preferences ran. Truth be told, Rodney had never actually fucked a man and that alone allowed him to let John take the lead in their relationship. There were times when Rodney wondered what it would feel like being balls deep in John’s ass but not enough to overcome the awkwardness of admitting he’d never fucked a guy before.
John chuckled as he nudged Rodney with his shoulder, “I think it’s more you making a mountain out of a molehill, Rodney. You’re overthinking again.”
“I’m thinking I have no idea why all of sudden you don’t have a problem with this when a week ago I…”
Interrupting, John spoke before Rodney could finish, “I know. I was wrong.”
Rodney snorted, “I should mark my calendar. Colonel John Sheppard was wrong today. Big red letters.”
John countered with a half smile, “I like blue better.”
“Of course you do. It’s such a manly color.”
“Your eyes are blue,” teased John, fondly.
Rodney blushed a bit, but cross his arms in defense and managed a smug comeback. “What can I say? I’m a man’s man.”
Moving swiftly, John was suddenly straddling Rodney’s outstretched legs. He looked Rodney in the eyes and whispered huskily, “Yeah, you are.”
Staring at John with wide eyes, Rodney’s breath hitched and his blood raced with reined in desire. Their earlier session had done little to quench the passion between them, and Rodney hardened, his hands dropping to John’s hips to pull him closer. The contact left him reeling and his head fell back into the wall as his eyes closed.
John ground against him, leaning closer to kiss Rodney’s exposed neck. As lips touched sensitive skin, Rodney whimpered and the grip on John’s hips tightening almost painfully. It was heady to get such a reaction from Rodney and John increased his efforts, licking and sucking until Rodney was panting heavily. John was hard as steel, rubbing harder into Rodney, his voice strained as he pleaded against his neck, “Need to fuck you.”
Rodney nodded enthusiastically, his face red and sweaty. “Yes, god yes.” His hands scrabbled for John’s shirt, removing it frantically as he thrust upward, anxious and needy for more.
Hands removed the remainder of clothes as they stretched out on the bed, grinding and pushing against each other, never losing the precious contact they both craved. The room filled with breathy moans and sighs as lips and hands found places that two months of separation had neglected. John couldn’t get enough as he traced every inch of Rodney he could reach. Rodney was so responsive to everything he did that John could no longer deny the need to be inside him.
Balanced over Rodney, with legs draped on his shoulders, John pushed into his ass, shaking in earnest as he tried to keep from coming. Rodney was squirming under him, practically twitching with need as he begged, “Just fuck me already.”
John gritted his teeth, “Unless you want this over before it starts…” he glared down at Rodney and growled, “hold still!”
Chest heaving, Rodney gasped between breaths, “Trying. Been too long.”
Biting his lip, John eased into Rodney, his eyes clenched tight. “Damn, you’re so fucking tight, Rodney.”
Rodney winced, “Hmph.”
Opening his eyes, John stilled at the discomfort in Rodney’s features, “Sorry. Am I hurting you?”
“Yes. No. Shit. Just do it,” hissed Rodney, trying to pull John closer with his legs.
John sunk in deeper and grunted at the heat and tightness surrounding his cock. God, he’d missed this. Being buried in Rodney’s ass ranked up there with flying. Okay, better than flying because it felt like flying with added benefits. He tried moving slowly, savoring it but it was beyond good and he moved faster, deeper with each thrust.
Rodney’s hands clenched the bed until he couldn’t stand it and reached for his own weeping cock. Watching Rodney as he fucked him just never got old for John. Rodney loved to be touched and teased and John loved doing it, taking pleasure from Rodney’s pleasure. There were no complaints and they’d settled into the same respective roles during sex. John led and Rodney followed. It worked for both of them.
While he’d never been on the receiving end, John idly wondered sometimes if it was as great as Rodney seemed to think it was. To see the want in Rodney’s blue eyes as he lay there taking all John offered, sweating and begging and pleading and moaning out his name as he stroked his cock and fuck… John slammed hard into Rodney and everything whited out for several seconds as he exploded deep into Rodney’s ass. He could feel Rodney follow on the wake of his orgasm and he rode it out, gasping as muscles tightened around his sensitive flesh. When Rodney finally relaxed, he pulled out slowly and opened his eyes.
Rodney was slumped on the bed, his hand and stomach coated with his release and his mouth hanging open as he sucked in air. Seeing Rodney totally debauched after sex was a rush, giving John a ‘wow I did that’ moment every damn time. Sinking into the crook of Rodney’s arm, John sighed in satisfaction.
Reaching for the edge of the blanket, Rodney cleaned himself up and pulled John closer. They lay there together for several long moments before Rodney asked nervously, “So have you every let anyone fuck you?”
“Ummm…no,” answered John honestly.
“Have you ever considered it?”
“Not before you, no. Since you…yeah I’ve thought about it. I didn’t think you wanted to. You never brought it up.”
“I never thought much about it. I like bottoming. I didn’t realize that I wanted to until I…um… tasted your blood. Then I wanted to more than anything else I’ve ever done. It was a…”
“What?”
“When I tasted your blood.” Head ducked, Rodney paused before blurting out a reply, “I wanted to claim you. Make you mine.”
John sucked in a sharp breath, surprised by the rush of heat that consumed him. “That shouldn’t sound as hot as it does.”
Lifting his head, Rodney stared at John in shocked disbelief, “You’re kidding, right? You’d really let me do that?”
“Well, not right now,” teased John, knowing neither of them were up to any more lovemaking. Twice in such a short time was unusual even for them.
Rodney thumped him, “I meant someday.”
“When you feed you mean?”
“No. I won’t feed off you. I won’t do that.”
John rose up and glared at Rodney. “Why the hell not? Damn it, Rodney. You can’t keep going like you have. If my blood keeps you alive then I want you to feed off me.”
“I’m feeling fine,” argued Rodney.
“Only because of the blood this morning. What’s it gonna be like in another few days when the food isn’t enough?” John said worriedly.
“I’ll manage.”
John was getting pissed by Rodney’s stubbornness about the whole feeding issue, but anger wasn’t going to convince him. He took a deep calming breath and spoke quietly, “If our positions were reversed, what would you do?”
Rodney stilled and then huffed, “That’s not fair.”
Grinning, John said smugly, “That’s what I thought.”
Rodney rolled to his side, away from John but John followed, snuggling up behind him and whispered in his ear, “Just think about it. If you really need to, then ask me. I won’t say no.”
John draped an arm over Rodney’s waist and was grateful when an arm covered his own. It was a start. He pulled him closer, changing the subject. “I got you a hat.”
Twisting, Rodney looked over his shoulder, “That’s lame even for you.”
“What? I thought you’d appreciate it.”
Rodney rolled his eyes and settled back into John’s embrace, “That’s not what I mean. You were changing the subject.”
“Was I?” said John smiling, trying for innocence
Rodney sighed and let his eyes close. “Go to sleep.”
Grinning in Rodney’s shoulder, he muttered, “Night.”
Part Six
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Vampire AU
Chapter Five
John stared at Rodney in a daze, barely registering what was happening. It was like coming down from a buzz. He blinked a couple times before he realized that Rodney looked as he did in the cave, his eyes shining bright and his teeth leaving no doubt about his true nature. Mesmerized, John could only stare, breathing harshly, his blood pounding in his veins. He wiped the sweat that gathered on his brow and started to rise, intent on getting to Rodney.
Scooting further away, Rodney held out his hands in a desperate attempt to maintain some distance between them. “Please, stay away.”
“Not this time,” growled John, creeping closer.
Rodney held himself tight against the wall, pleading, “Please…John, don’t. I don’t want it this way.”
John eased closer and just when he thought Rodney had given in, he bolted, scrambling from the room and knocking John back in the process. Rocked back on his ass, John shook his head and stared at the open door. “Damn it.”
He knew there was no point in going after Rodney in his present state. There would be no finding him if he didn’t want to be found. It was hard enough with a life sign detector on a good day. He stood up and debated going after him anyway but ended up nervously pacing the small room, berating himself for pushing Rodney. When that didn’t work, he flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling. That lasted about ten minutes before he got dressed and went looking for Rodney.
John was sitting at breakfast at their normal table when Rodney finally showed up. He looked terrible as he slid into the seat next to John. As mad as he was, John couldn’t deny his relief or his concern. “Don’t take off like that again. You had me scared to death.”
“Sorry. You didn’t exactly leave me any alternative,” said Rodney, eating his breakfast at an almost leisurely pace. It was then that John realized the dullness in his eyes had been replaced by a healthier shine. Except for the tiredness around his eyes, he never would have guessed that Rodney had been so close to death the night before.
“You look better.”
Rodney shrugged, “I feel better.”
“You gonna tell me about this bloodlust thing now?” asked John as he ate.
“Shh,” hissed McKay, glancing around and realizing for the first time that they were alone.
Noting his surprise, John teased, “Your social skills preceded you.” They’d pretty much had the table to themselves since Rodney’s display the first day.
“Hmph,” said Rodney, and he kept eating. He looked around anyway and whispered shyly, “What you did… last night. Thanks.”
“It wasn’t so bad,” quipped John, shrugging innocently.
Rodney stopped in mid bite and gaped at him, “That was…that…It wasn’t…”
John frowned, “Wasn’t what?”
Pale, Rodney swallowed and stuttered, “That wasn’t a feeding.” He dropped his head, embarrassed, “If it had been, I never would have been able to leave like I did.”
John started to ask what he meant, but the workers were making their way to the edge of the camp, signaling a new day and effectively ending the conversation. John tried to get more information, but Rodney refused to say anything more. There would be no time for talk until they returned from the quarry.
Privacy was next to impossible when the furthest worker was only three feet away. As they worked, John couldn’t get over how much better Rodney was doing. He’d lost the death warmed over look and ignoring the sun burnt skin, he looked healthier than he had in days. It was hard to believe that so little blood could make such a dramatic change.
The blood of the previous night was an elixir for Rodney, giving John hope that he might actually survive until rescue arrived. It was hard to decide whether to be depressed or pissed that they’d spent almost a week in captivity and no one had arrived to save the day. They’d gate hopped some before arriving on the planet but surely someone knew of the Telosian home world. He tried convincing himself that it was just a matter of time before help arrived. As the days passed, it was getting harder to remain optimistic about a timely rescue.
It was only a matter of time before they were going to have to risk escape. They couldn’t give up their lives to mining when freedom was only a Stargate away. Okay, so it meant crossing the desert. They’d made it across in a day and they might make it by night if they had water. Unfortunately, there was no way to carry water and Rodney’s health was too precarious from day to day to risk the attempt. Even though he was looking better today than he had since their arrival, John still found it hard to believe the small amount of blood Rodney had ingested could make such a marked difference. He’d watched Rodney stare at the wall for several minutes before choosing a spot to work. Within the hour he’d dug out a glowball. Rodney repeated the process and by lunch, he’d found four glowballs.
John eyed him curiously after lunch as he scanned the wall. “You’re creeping me out, McKay.”
Turning, Rodney frowned, “Huh?”
Nodding towards the wall, John replied, “You’ve found four balls without error. You want to let me in on your secret.”
“No secret. If you look hard enough you can see a faint glow.”
John stared at his own chunk of wall, seeing nothing but the gray expanse of rock. “Not seeing anything.”
Frustrated, Rodney stopped his own work and stepped to the side to peer at Sheppard’s space. After a few seconds, he pointed to a spot with his chisel. “Right there. You see it?”
Leaning closer and squinting, John shook his head. “No.”
Rodney rolled his eyes. “Just dig.”
Half an hour later, John pulled out a glowball right where Rodney told him to dig. After the guard retrieved it, John asked, “So, you been holding out on me.”
“As if,” quipped Rodney, twisting his chisel into the rock before hitting it with his hammer. “I didn’t realize you couldn’t see them.”
John stared at the wall then at Rodney. When Rodney just stared back, he said exasperated, “Well?”
“Well what?” sniped Rodney.
Jerking his head to the wall, John snapped, “Where do I dig?”
Rodney looked the wall up and down and pointed to the next spot. He said with annoyance, “I can’t believe you can’t see it.”
“Some of us don’t have the x-ray vision thingie.” He added with a half smirk, “You said you weren’t Superman.”
“I’m not asshole. They glow.”
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Do not.” John turned to the man at his other side and asked nonchalantly, “So what do you know about the glowballs?”
The man kept working as he explained, “They don’t actually glow until they boil them. They will keep forever until they heat them. After they heat them, they will light for about three months.”
Rodney chimed in. “How convenient for our captors. Never run out of customers that way. Capitalism at its finest. The next thing you know there’ll be a mini-mall on the corner selling Slurpees.”
“So they don’t glow until they heat them?” asked John, smirking at Rodney as he asked the other man.
“Did I not just say that?” answered the man with an air of nervous irritation as he glanced over his shoulder at the guards.
Rodney muttered under his breath, “They glow.”
“He said they have to be heated to glow,” John said pointedly, lifting his hammer to the place Rodney picked out earlier.
“The sun heating the rock may be enough to elicit a residual glow not noticeable to the human eye,” argued Rodney.
“But you can see it?”
“Of course I can see it.” Rodney continued to work.
“So why doesn’t the ball burn out before they’re harvested?” asked John, hammer hitting chisel with more determination knowing he would find something for his efforts.
“I’m no biologist,” Rodney feigned a shudder at the thought, making John smile, “but I’d bet they were once a bioluminescent creature.” He gestured to the wall in front of them and the desert behind them. “This was probably all ocean at one time. The creatures washed up on shore and became fossilized. It accounts for their random occurrence, although I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a higher concentration in some areas as opposed to others.”
“Currents?” shrugged John, making a guess.
Judging by Rodney’s surprised look, he must have guessed right. “I knew there was more under that hair than you let on.”
John brightened, “Yep, good looks and charm.”
“Ass,” countered Rodney. He rolled his eyes. “As I was saying, the creatures most likely had a hard outer shell that reacts to the heat of the sun, probably on a wavelength that only I can see. You on the other hand, with your inferior eyesight can’t see it. It must take the extreme heat of boiling to activate the interior of the ball, thus making it possible for you to see.”
“Inferior eyesight?”
“Oh please, can you see the ball?”
“Well no, but…”
“I rest my case,” smirked Rodney.
John worked at the ball he was slowly uncovering, muttering, “I liked you better when you were too tired to talk.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
They were interrupted by the guard that suddenly appeared behind them, “Work!”
Cringing, they returned to their work but Rodney mumbled in a mere whisper as the guard walked away, “Did not.” John grumbled and went back to work. He didn’t feel like arguing. He’d missed the easy banter between them and it was a welcome relief to the silence of previous days when Rodney was too miserable to do much more than make a show of working.
Between them, they’d managed to find six glowballs, adding to their hoard of coins. John was determined to find Rodney a hat. Even covered as he was, the sun was still a problem on his unprotected head and neck. He still looked better than he had in days and John hoped that he’d be able to eat and get a good night’s sleep for once.
Returning to camp that night, they cleaned up quickly and ate. Rodney managed to eat a slice of bread and half his stew before he pushed the leftover towards John. They ate in silence. John didn’t want to discuss things where others could overhear and Rodney didn’t seem inclined to volunteer any information regarding his comment that morning.
Walking back to their room, John cast surreptitious glances at Rodney and finally spoke, “You doing better tonight?”
Rodney nodded, “Yes I am.” His fingers waved, “New man and all that.” It would have been more convincing but for the redness of his exposed skin.
As they reached the room, John suddenly snapped his fingers and turned to go back outside. He spun again and grinned at Rodney, “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.”
“Sheppard!” called Rodney.
John waved over his shoulder and was gone.
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Rodney was already down to boxers and T-shirt, dozing off, when John returned. Sprawled out like he was, it accentuated Rodney’s leaner frame and John found himself staring for several minutes. Quietly removing his own clothes, John eased into bed, careful not to wake him.
Leaning up on one elbow, he watched the rise and fall of Rodney’s broad chest, noting the way his nipples stood out in relief. Damn Rodney and his nipples. John’s hand was hovering to touch before he realized what he was about to do and pulled his hand back. It twitched nervously to return. John’s eyes drifted lower, taking in Rodney’s slimmer waist and the outline of soft flesh beneath his boxers. John fingers tightened to a fist.
It was becoming increasingly harder to deny his feelings for Rodney and being trapped on an alien planet 24/7 was so not helping. Rather than diminish his desire for Rodney, that morning had only intensified it. Rodney claimed the bloodlust would take away his control. John smiled inwardly. Rodney was probably the least controlled person he knew, especially when they were making love. Had made love. Past tense.
John’s breath hitched and he froze, realizing his hand had been caressing Rodney’s broad chest in lazy circles as his mind drifted. Judging by Rodney’s sharper breaths, he was aware of it too. The silence was deafening and John was about to jerk his hand back, when Rodney spoke, his voice husky, “We should talk.”
His fingers moved of their own accord, finding the hardened nub on Rodney’s chest and John found his own voice hoarse as he answered, “Talking isn’t what I had in mind.” Circling Rodney’s nipple, John swallowed hard as Rodney’s boxers tented with his arousal.
“Later.” Eyes closed tight, Rodney hissed, “We’ll talk later.”
John leaned in and mouthed Rodney’s nipple through his shirt. “Later is good.”
Rodney bucked when John bit down lightly and his hand slipped lower, under the waistband of his shorts. When John gripped his straining cock, Rodney’s head went back and he moaned, “Fuck yeah. Missed this.”
Rolling atop him, John settled between his legs and pushed his own hard length against Rodney’s. They both lost themselves in the familiar contact, straining and pushing for more until they were both breathless. Rodney’s hands gripped John’s ass, holding him tightly as he thrust upward. John lifted up, using his arms for leverage as he ground against Rodney cock. Stopping long enough to slip his boxers lower, John pushed Rodney’s waistband down past his own cock and both men hissed at the sudden skin on skin contact as they strained for release. With his hair plastered to his head and eyes clenched tight, Rodney groaned, arched his back and came hard between them. The warm lubrication was all it took and John followed with his own blinding climax.
Collapsing on Rodney’s chest, John barely registered the trembling in Rodney’s arms as they wrapped around his back and held on. It took several minutes before either man regained enough breath to speak. Rodney pushed enough to roll John to his side, where he settled, still draped over Rodney. Lifting his head, Rodney stared at him. “If that was a one time deal you’re a dead man.”
John slipped his hand under Rodney’s shirt, carding his fingers through his chest hairs as he answered, “Nah, we’re good, but we are going to have that talk.”
Rodney dropped his head back on the bed and sighed, “I’d rather just go with the hot, sweaty sex. Surprisingly, that works for me.”
“Thought it might,” John grinned, pleased with himself. Gathering his courage, he asked hesitantly, “So, tell me about the bloodlust, Rodney. Why are you so afraid of it?”
Feeling Rodney tense beneath him, John caressed his chest, waiting for him to speak. Rodney took a deep breath and spoke softly, “It’s not me I’m afraid for, it’s you.”
“You keep saying that.”
Rodney’s arm draped John’s back, fingers absently teasing bare flesh, “Bear in mind that this would only happen if I feed. Otherwise I’m fine.”
“’kay,” drawled John, doing his best not to tense or react as Rodney answered his question.
“I’ve never fed off…well…a lover, so I’ve never experienced it first hand. Just tasting your blood is more intense than anything I’ve ever done.” Rodney looked at him blurting nervously, “If I feed off you, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking you.”
“And by taking me you mean…” John looked dubious.
“Fucking you,” interrupted Rodney.
“Ah.” John swallowed hard, “You didn’t say that feeding involved sex.”
“Well normally it wouldn’t but it’s different with…” Rodney paused and took a deep breath, “a lover. Once a vampire takes a lover they form a bond of sorts.”
“What kind of bond?” John asked, suspiciously.
“It can be very intimate, and not just for me.”
“So?” replied John, clearly confused by Rodney’s apprehension.
Rodney sat up and scooted back to the wall. Rubbing the stubble of beard, he sighed deeply, “I’m afraid if I feed on you and you can’t say no, you’ll resent me for it.”
“Why would I do that? It’s not like we haven’t had sex before.” John lifted up and sat beside Rodney, their thighs and shoulders touching. Rodney tensed but didn’t move away.
Rodney was growing agitated at John’s indifference, “You don’t get it. I would be fucking you and you wouldn’t have any control. I’d take that away. I’ve heard of a lover begging to be feed off of. I’m sorry but I just can’t see you doing that.”
“Well, didn’t you say that you can only feed if I let you, if I give you permission?” Rodney nodded with irritation, but remained silent as John continued, “So, if it’s really an issue of me not wanting to give up control then why would I let you feed.” John shrugged, “I just say no if it’s a problem for me.”
Rodney dropped his head in frustration, “You make it sound so simple.” It was anything but simple. In the six months he’d been with John before they’d split, Rodney had never actually fucked John. Not that he had a problem with that, it was just the way their preferences ran. Truth be told, Rodney had never actually fucked a man and that alone allowed him to let John take the lead in their relationship. There were times when Rodney wondered what it would feel like being balls deep in John’s ass but not enough to overcome the awkwardness of admitting he’d never fucked a guy before.
John chuckled as he nudged Rodney with his shoulder, “I think it’s more you making a mountain out of a molehill, Rodney. You’re overthinking again.”
“I’m thinking I have no idea why all of sudden you don’t have a problem with this when a week ago I…”
Interrupting, John spoke before Rodney could finish, “I know. I was wrong.”
Rodney snorted, “I should mark my calendar. Colonel John Sheppard was wrong today. Big red letters.”
John countered with a half smile, “I like blue better.”
“Of course you do. It’s such a manly color.”
“Your eyes are blue,” teased John, fondly.
Rodney blushed a bit, but cross his arms in defense and managed a smug comeback. “What can I say? I’m a man’s man.”
Moving swiftly, John was suddenly straddling Rodney’s outstretched legs. He looked Rodney in the eyes and whispered huskily, “Yeah, you are.”
Staring at John with wide eyes, Rodney’s breath hitched and his blood raced with reined in desire. Their earlier session had done little to quench the passion between them, and Rodney hardened, his hands dropping to John’s hips to pull him closer. The contact left him reeling and his head fell back into the wall as his eyes closed.
John ground against him, leaning closer to kiss Rodney’s exposed neck. As lips touched sensitive skin, Rodney whimpered and the grip on John’s hips tightening almost painfully. It was heady to get such a reaction from Rodney and John increased his efforts, licking and sucking until Rodney was panting heavily. John was hard as steel, rubbing harder into Rodney, his voice strained as he pleaded against his neck, “Need to fuck you.”
Rodney nodded enthusiastically, his face red and sweaty. “Yes, god yes.” His hands scrabbled for John’s shirt, removing it frantically as he thrust upward, anxious and needy for more.
Hands removed the remainder of clothes as they stretched out on the bed, grinding and pushing against each other, never losing the precious contact they both craved. The room filled with breathy moans and sighs as lips and hands found places that two months of separation had neglected. John couldn’t get enough as he traced every inch of Rodney he could reach. Rodney was so responsive to everything he did that John could no longer deny the need to be inside him.
Balanced over Rodney, with legs draped on his shoulders, John pushed into his ass, shaking in earnest as he tried to keep from coming. Rodney was squirming under him, practically twitching with need as he begged, “Just fuck me already.”
John gritted his teeth, “Unless you want this over before it starts…” he glared down at Rodney and growled, “hold still!”
Chest heaving, Rodney gasped between breaths, “Trying. Been too long.”
Biting his lip, John eased into Rodney, his eyes clenched tight. “Damn, you’re so fucking tight, Rodney.”
Rodney winced, “Hmph.”
Opening his eyes, John stilled at the discomfort in Rodney’s features, “Sorry. Am I hurting you?”
“Yes. No. Shit. Just do it,” hissed Rodney, trying to pull John closer with his legs.
John sunk in deeper and grunted at the heat and tightness surrounding his cock. God, he’d missed this. Being buried in Rodney’s ass ranked up there with flying. Okay, better than flying because it felt like flying with added benefits. He tried moving slowly, savoring it but it was beyond good and he moved faster, deeper with each thrust.
Rodney’s hands clenched the bed until he couldn’t stand it and reached for his own weeping cock. Watching Rodney as he fucked him just never got old for John. Rodney loved to be touched and teased and John loved doing it, taking pleasure from Rodney’s pleasure. There were no complaints and they’d settled into the same respective roles during sex. John led and Rodney followed. It worked for both of them.
While he’d never been on the receiving end, John idly wondered sometimes if it was as great as Rodney seemed to think it was. To see the want in Rodney’s blue eyes as he lay there taking all John offered, sweating and begging and pleading and moaning out his name as he stroked his cock and fuck… John slammed hard into Rodney and everything whited out for several seconds as he exploded deep into Rodney’s ass. He could feel Rodney follow on the wake of his orgasm and he rode it out, gasping as muscles tightened around his sensitive flesh. When Rodney finally relaxed, he pulled out slowly and opened his eyes.
Rodney was slumped on the bed, his hand and stomach coated with his release and his mouth hanging open as he sucked in air. Seeing Rodney totally debauched after sex was a rush, giving John a ‘wow I did that’ moment every damn time. Sinking into the crook of Rodney’s arm, John sighed in satisfaction.
Reaching for the edge of the blanket, Rodney cleaned himself up and pulled John closer. They lay there together for several long moments before Rodney asked nervously, “So have you every let anyone fuck you?”
“Ummm…no,” answered John honestly.
“Have you ever considered it?”
“Not before you, no. Since you…yeah I’ve thought about it. I didn’t think you wanted to. You never brought it up.”
“I never thought much about it. I like bottoming. I didn’t realize that I wanted to until I…um… tasted your blood. Then I wanted to more than anything else I’ve ever done. It was a…”
“What?”
“When I tasted your blood.” Head ducked, Rodney paused before blurting out a reply, “I wanted to claim you. Make you mine.”
John sucked in a sharp breath, surprised by the rush of heat that consumed him. “That shouldn’t sound as hot as it does.”
Lifting his head, Rodney stared at John in shocked disbelief, “You’re kidding, right? You’d really let me do that?”
“Well, not right now,” teased John, knowing neither of them were up to any more lovemaking. Twice in such a short time was unusual even for them.
Rodney thumped him, “I meant someday.”
“When you feed you mean?”
“No. I won’t feed off you. I won’t do that.”
John rose up and glared at Rodney. “Why the hell not? Damn it, Rodney. You can’t keep going like you have. If my blood keeps you alive then I want you to feed off me.”
“I’m feeling fine,” argued Rodney.
“Only because of the blood this morning. What’s it gonna be like in another few days when the food isn’t enough?” John said worriedly.
“I’ll manage.”
John was getting pissed by Rodney’s stubbornness about the whole feeding issue, but anger wasn’t going to convince him. He took a deep calming breath and spoke quietly, “If our positions were reversed, what would you do?”
Rodney stilled and then huffed, “That’s not fair.”
Grinning, John said smugly, “That’s what I thought.”
Rodney rolled to his side, away from John but John followed, snuggling up behind him and whispered in his ear, “Just think about it. If you really need to, then ask me. I won’t say no.”
John draped an arm over Rodney’s waist and was grateful when an arm covered his own. It was a start. He pulled him closer, changing the subject. “I got you a hat.”
Twisting, Rodney looked over his shoulder, “That’s lame even for you.”
“What? I thought you’d appreciate it.”
Rodney rolled his eyes and settled back into John’s embrace, “That’s not what I mean. You were changing the subject.”
“Was I?” said John smiling, trying for innocence
Rodney sighed and let his eyes close. “Go to sleep.”
Grinning in Rodney’s shoulder, he muttered, “Night.”
Part Six
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*begs shamelessly* Uhm, more?
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