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Title: Bloodlust
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Vampire AU
Chapter Six
The hat did wonders for Rodney, and he did pretty well for a few days before he began to falter again. Even without the nausea, Rodney simply wasn’t getting enough to eat. He tried to hide it from John but it was impossible living in such close quarters. John bought extra food with the money they made but it was expensive and Rodney felt guilty when it didn’t stop the slight trembling in his hands. Working twelve hours a day in the quarry didn’t suppress his appetite like sitting in a lab did and the shakes only worsened over time.
John watched the guards, warning Rodney when they came close enough to notice he wasn’t working as hard as he should be. Rodney knew it was just a matter of time before his energy levels bottomed out and no amount of coaxing from John would get him to lift the hammer one more time.
The guards hadn’t missed the fact that he and John were harvesting more glowballs than anyone else. Rodney could feel their eyes on him more often than not. With that in mind he whispered directions to John on where to dig so as not to draw attention to his unique skill.
It was around the fifteenth day of captivity, a week since Rodney had been rejuvenated by John’s blood, that his knees buckled and he stumbled into the wall. John managed to grab him before he face-planted into the rock, holding him steady in his arms. Suddenly the guards were hovering and Rodney only looked up when a shadow drifted across his field of view. John shifted and stepped protectively in front of him. Rodney stood shakily at his shoulder.
With a quick backwards glance, John silently asked if he was okay. Nodding, Rodney wiped his sweaty brow with a shaky hand and looked wearily at the guards. “Don’t you have others you can intimidate, because really, it’s just not working for me?”
The guards weren’t amused, or they simply didn’t understand big words, Rodney couldn’t tell. Not that he really cared one way or the other. He was tired and hungry and pretty much fed up with the whole slave mentality of ‘whistle while we work’ bullshit. He wanted to go home, back to Atlantis where his body and mind could concentrate on more than just staying upright. The food was never enough to stave off the cold sweats and tremors that plagued him every moment of the day. His mind felt bogged down, easily distracted by the simplest things and he found himself drifting more and more with each passing day.
His mental rambling was interrupted by one of the guards. Rodney didn’t catch it all as he blinked back to awareness. “…it has been decided.”
“I don’t think so,” John ground out, sidestepping and placing himself directly in front of Rodney.
Rodney remained silent, his eyes darting nervously between John and the guards. The guard reached out for Rodney and he stepped back as John batted away the offending arm. “Back off. He’s not going with you.”
The guard stood his ground, but made no further moves towards Rodney. “We know he can find the glowballs. If he wishes to eat then he will show the others where to work.”
Standing close to John, Rodney could feel the muscles in his back tense. Not looking for a confrontation, Rodney stepped around him. “I’ll do it.”
An arm across Rodney’s chest stopped him and John hissed out the corner of his mouth, “Rodney.”
Rodney pushed John’s arm away and gathering his resolve, gave the guards his own brand of intimidation. “Here is what I want in return for my cooperation. I want an extra meal a day and everyone gets a day off every sixth day. In return, I’ll point out the glowballs.”
The guard snorted back, “You are in no position to make demands.”
“Oh right, because you are making money hand over fist under the present regime.” Rodney raised his chin a notch. “I can find them and you can’t. Who has who by the balls?”
John turned sharply and spoke in a low voice through gritted teeth, “McKay, stop pissing the natives off.”
With hands on his hips, the guard snarled, “We do not have to feed you.”
Rodney rolled his eyes, but had to snag the back of John’s shirt at the sudden vertigo. Regaining his composure, he smirked, “Oh please, I’m already starving. Not feeding me just speeds up the process. An extra meal for me and a day off for everyone gets you my cooperation. Without it, I do it but you’ll never know how many I’m NOT finding.”
The guard started to step forward but his companion pulled him away. They proceeded to get into a heated discussion. Rodney watched idly until John suddenly grabbed him and got in his face. “What the hell are you doing, Rodney? Do you want them to kill you, is that it? What happened to that self-preservation motto you are so fond of?”
Jerking out of John’s grasp, Rodney stepped back, but the move sent his head spinning. Reaching for the wall, his vision blurred and missing the wall he stumbled back. His balance lost, he fell as his knees gave out. Everything went fuzzy after that and he was vaguely aware of John’s concerned voice and then a lot of screaming and shouting before a cup of water appeared in his shaky hands. Most of it dribbled down his chin, but it helped clear his head enough so that when he opened his eyes the view was no longer distorted.
John was holding his head and nudging his lips with a piece of bread. The worried look was enough to make him open his mouth and chew. A couple pieces later, he was able to sit up without listing sideways and found the guards hovering with their own brand of concern.
Catching their eye, the quiet one spoke. “We will discuss your proposal with the others when we return this evening.” He glared at his companion and added, “I’m sure they will see the wisdom of your offer.” With that, he tugged the other guard away and left John and Rodney alone.
Still chewing, Rodney slumped in John’s arms in delayed panic, “Oh god, the lack of food has made me stupid. Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know, don’t do it again though,” sighed John, grabbing Rodney enough to scoot them both back into the little bit of shade the rock wall offered. His heart was pounding loudly under Rodney’s ear where he rested against his chest.
Too tired to mount a formidable panic attack, Rodney calmed. “So what happened at the end there? I’m a little fuzzy on the details.”
“You fainted,” teased John, handing Rodney the remainder of bread. “Eat.”
“Passed out from manly hunger,” corrected Rodney indignantly, snatching the bread from John to take a big bite.
John chuckled, “Nice touch by the way. It seems our captors panicked when you went down. They were worried about losing their fifteen minutes of fame.”
“Genius here,” slurred Rodney. He was so tired and his eyes fluttered shut.
The arms around his chest tightened slightly. “Next time let me do any negotiations. Your approach is taking years off my life.”
“I’m working on my hero badge. Every little bit counts,” countered Rodney.
“You weren’t a Boy Scout. It doesn’t count,” quipped John. He added with a drawl and a cocky grin, “Besides, you don’t need no stinking badge.”
Rodney’s mouth twitched into a smile, “I’ll leave the hero thing to you. It’s far too stressful.” His smile faded. “I just want to go home.”
John stared absently into the fading sunlight, “Yeah, me too.”
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Surprisingly, or maybe not so much, the Telosians agreed to Rodney’s demands but only if his efforts made a marked difference in the harvest of the glowballs. If numbers didn’t improve then everyone would suffer the consequences, not just Rodney. No pressure.
The extra meal was provided but with Rodney spending his entire day zigzagging up and down the face of the quarry pointing out glowballs to whoever needed direction, it was for naught. What little advantage he gained from the food was lost with the increased activity. With over a hundred men working there was no time to rest and Rodney continued to decline.
The Telosians were pleased with the new arrangement, already making plans to expand to other trading worlds to take advantage of the increased output from the mines. Per the agreement, the sixth day brought a day of rest and Rodney and John were suddenly granted a sort of elevated status amongst the other workers. They were making more money with Rodney’s help and the day off seemed to boost the morale of both workers and guards.
Everyone took advantage of the day off. John let Rodney sleep, bringing him meals so that he could conserve what strength he was gaining. It wasn’t much but it was something. John felt completely helpless as he watched Rodney sleep. The weight loss becoming more apparent with each passing day, John spent the morning going over possible escape scenarios. None of them ended on a good note and by mid-afternoon he stripped down to his boxers and flopped on the bed next to Rodney in defeat.
Rodney stirred and snuggled up behind John, draping his waist with a sleep heavy arm. He mumbled into John’s shoulder. “Hmmm. Nice.”
John pushed back into Rodney, no longer afraid of waking him. After almost three weeks of 24/7 with Rodney, John wondered how he’d give that up once they returned to Atlantis. Although, after three weeks it wasn’t looking like it would be any time soon. He didn’t think for a moment that Ronon or Teyla would give up until they were found. It was just a matter of time, that and keeping Rodney alive.
It wasn’t as hard to be with Rodney day in and day out as John thought it would be. Even when they were together on Atlantis they hadn’t had this much time. It was nice in a weird, relaxing sort of way that John didn’t allow himself as military leader. His duties weren’t conducive to long lazy days or a full night’s sleep and John actually found himself more rested than he had since arriving in Atlantis. Not a vacation that he’d recommend or even sign up for but for the most part it was stress free. Neither of them had to make life threatening decisions and they knew from day to day what the routine would be. Even Rodney, despite the toll it was taking seemed more relaxed.
Rodney was nuzzling his shoulder, sending shivers down John’s back. “What time is it?”
John reached for his watch and turned it enough to read. “Two o’clock.” Tossing the watch back atop his pile of clothes he intertwined his fingers with Rodney’s. “How you feeling?”
Nuzzling John’s neck, Rodney answered hoarsely, “Better. Rested.”
Arching under the unexpected pressure of Rodney’s tongue, John gasped, “Geez, Rodney.”
Rodney didn’t answer but his teeth nipped John’s ear as his fingers teased his stomach, never drifting too low. John was breathing sharply, surprised that Rodney was taking the lead. Something he’d never done, not even after their talk. The few times they’d found the energy to do more than kiss, John had initiated it. This was something new and John melted into it, enjoying it more than he thought possible.
“I thought you were tired,” said John playfully, savoring Rodney’s touches. Rodney suddenly tensed behind him, the fingers on his stomach stilling. John grabbed them in a tight clasp, not letting Rodney pull away. It took several minutes before Rodney began to relax again but there was still the silence between them as his breathing evened out.
Rodney had become more subdued in the last few days, but John had attributed it to his waning strength. Something was on his mind and John finally dared to ask, “What?”
Arms squeezed and fingers clenched as Rodney’s forehead pushed into his shoulder, his breath heavy on John’s back. Rodney was shaking as he whispered, “I don’t want to die.”
John frowned, unsure where Rodney was coming from and then just as quickly it all made sense and he twisted enough to look at Rodney’s face. There was fear and want written in the depths of Rodney’s blue eyes that made John’s breath hitch and he shuddered. Their eyes meet and John spoke in a low, husky voice, “Do it.”
Rodney stared at him, his mouth opening but no words would come out and he closed his eyes tightly, trying to deny what was being offered. John reached back and clasped his neck, pulling Rodney closer, into that place where John’s neck met his shoulder.
He tightened his hold when Rodney tried to pull away. “I don’t want you to die either. I want this, Rodney.” Hearing Rodney swallow, followed by a tentative sweep of his tongue along that sensitive spot where his vein lay exposed, John tilted his head, offering himself. “Please.”
Rodney groaned, his tongue darting out to taste the skin as lips kissed his pulse point, drawing blood to the surface. Breathing sharply, Rodney pulled back and panted, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” hissed John, his own breathing and heartbeat rising in anticipation. “Just do it.” His breath wasn’t the only thing rising.
With a final breath that John could feel ghost against his skin, Rodney’s breathing grew harsh, needy as his tongue and lips licked and sucked his skin, drawing John deeper into a haze of pleasure. His body felt on edge, ready to explode even after only a few minutes of Rodney teasing his flesh. As sharp teeth grazed his skin, John’s cock hardened, his body trembling with a tinge of fear as he tried to stay relaxed in Rodney’s arms. It kept his mind off the rising desire that was threatening to embarrass him before they even started.
And then it was there, teeth plunging into his flesh. The sharp hiss of pain that followed exploded into light and pleasure that had John was arching into, wanting more. Teeth sunk into his flesh, tongue darting frantically against his vein and John’s breath caught at the sheer pleasure of it, unlike anything he’d ever experienced. It bit into his nerve endings sending him spiraling out of control. He jerked in Rodney’s arms, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing. His hips bucked and without a single touch, he screamed his release, timed perfectly to the pulse of his blood that Rodney sucked from his vein.
It seemed to go on forever, John barely hanging onto consciousness as the sensation of pleasure climbed higher and higher. His body spasmed uncontrollably, no air getting to his lungs as he covered himself and the bed with stream after stream until there was no more. When at last Rodney released him and only the light touch of tongue remained, healing the sensitive skin, John sank to the bed, trembling uncontrollably in the aftermath.
Rodney held him, still sucking and kissing as John regained some control over his harsh breathing. It took several seconds for him to recover, his mind still lost in the sensations. Rodney’s hands were all over him, frantically removing clothes, caressing his hips, lingering on his stomach, his arousal evident against his ass. John unconsciously pushed back, needing more…wanting more. It was then that he realized he was still rock hard and the ache was back. He cried out, “Ohgod, Rodney. I’m still hard.”
Hands soothed, caressing his chest. Rodney’s rasped between breaths, “Shh…Just let it happen.”
John’s was already panting again and he needed to touch himself. Rodney’s hand shot out, stopping him with a firm grip. He hissed demandingly, “No. Mine.” He pulled John’s hand away, holding it tightly as he rolled John onto his back.
“Fuck, Rodney. Please,” grunted John, his hips thrusting upward as he tried to pull his hand away from Rodney’s grasp to finish himself off. There was no give and John writhed desperately, moaning for more.
He lost himself in Rodney’s touch, forgetting everything but his need for release. Rodney settled between his legs, and stretched out above him, their hard lengths straining against each other. John thrust upward against the sudden contact and was coming again. His hands clenched at the bedcovers as his back arched sharply and when he started to scream, Rodney crammed something in his mouth to mute the worst of it. He didn’t even care as the pleasure ripped through him. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t breathe, he could only hang on as it pumped out of him, going on endlessly as Rodney ground against him, sliding smoothly through the warm stickiness that covered them both.
He was sure he lost some time with the last one because when awareness returned Rodney was still humping him, his teeth nipping at his collarbone as he muttered under his breath. “So beautiful, so mine.” He was hard against John’s stomach and it took a moment for him to realize Rodney hadn’t come yet.
John was already hard again and beginning to panic. He pulled the gag from his mouth and stammered, “Rodney. What’s happening?”
“Shh. Don’t fight it.” Rodney replaced the gag then dropped his head and began nuzzling John’s chest, working his way to a nipple. John sucked in a sharp breath when Rodney sucked at it, his teeth teasing until John was shuddering with every moist breath against his skin. He couldn’t stop shaking.
It was too much, not enough and his muscles constricted with the next orgasm as Rodney bit down on one of his nipples. His vision whited out and he let it happen, let the excruciating pleasure overtake him until his body went limp. He couldn’t move any more, couldn’t fight the slow build that was already consuming him. This wasn’t what he was expecting when Rodney mentioned bloodlust and he lay there in a daze, never wanting it to end but not sure he would survive. Tiny tremors made him jerk with each new assault from Rodney’s tongue, his lips, his hands. His hands never stopped, tracing every inch of John’s skin making him shudder and twitch, breathless with desire. He’d never had anyone take such pleasure in his pleasing him and he became lost in it.
He begged for more, mewling beneath the gag but made no attempt to remove it. The walls were thick but even they wouldn’t block the sound. He couldn’t help but scream with each orgasm that Rodney pulled from him. Nothing mattered but the need for more and with each new orgasm John was sure it was his last. And yet it went on, Rodney was gasping for each breath, his body flush as the sweat poured from him. His eyes were a darker blue than John had ever seen and even consumed with his own need, Rodney was fighting it, making sure it was good for him.
With shaky hands he spread John’s legs as he settled between them on his knees. When Rodney slipped his hands under John’s knees and lifted him, touching his tongue to his entrance, John lost the last of his control and pushed down, screaming into the gag when Rodney’s tongue entered him. His cock pulsed, shooting the warm stickiness over his chest and face. Tears rolled down John’s cheeks as Rodney teased him with his tongue and when he finally slipped a finger into his willing flesh, John whimpered and came again. He couldn’t stop it any more and he could no longer rationalize between wanting it to stop and wanting it to go on forever.
His ass and cock were licked and sucked until John thought his cock couldn’t possibly take one more orgasm. When Rodney entered him at last, John would have sold his soul for it and it felt better than anything he’d ever done. Rodney pushed in slowly, his body shaking hard with every inch he gained until he was buried, his balls brushing John’s ass.
It was the most erotic thing John had ever experienced and he couldn’t fathom why he’d never wanted this before. It was a connection unlike any other and he wanted it, caught up in the way he stretched around Rodney. The way Rodney fit perfectly in the tightness, could feel the pulse of desire that spread from Rodney’s cock into his ass. He wondered if he’d ever want to top again after this. As Rodney pulled out and pushed back in ever so slowly, brushing against John’s prostate for the first time, John’s hands shot out and grabbed Rodney’s biceps, holding him firmly in place as he felt the tingle begin.
Rodney stopped and reached between them, gripping his cock hard. John cried out in frustration and Rodney leaned closer his chest heaving, bending him and growled huskily in his ear. “Not yet. Not ‘til I say so.” His voice softened, as he added, “Just this one time.”
He pulled back, letting John see his face. Rodney’s eyes shined a deep glowing blue, his sharp canines a reminder of what this was all about. John closed his eyes and nodded. He knew he wouldn’t come until Rodney let him and he was okay with that. This wasn’t about him anymore. Rodney needed this and John wanted to give him whatever he needed.
Opening his eyes, John reached up and pulled the cloth from his mouth. His throat was dry from screaming and it came out more of a croak but he meant every word, “Fuck me, Rodney. Take whatever you need.”
Hair matted to his head, his body flushed red, Rodney’s jaw clenched and he pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained, held in place by the tight ring of muscle of John’s ass. He hesitated, his whole body convulsing with need and John insisted with a gentle nod, “It’s okay. Do it.”
Rodney slammed forward, grunting in satisfaction as he buried himself in John’s ass. His eyes shot open and he gasped possessively, “Mine.”
John nodded frantically.
Mewling, Rodney pulled out, pounding back into John harder and faster with each thrust. Their sweat mingled and John begged for more, the passion rising with each thrust against his prostate. Rodney strained to give it to him, his release so close they could both sense it. John tried to help, clenching the muscles of his ass to pull Rodney deeper and then he felt it. Felt Rodney swell inside him, felt it stretch him just a fraction of an inch more, making him cry out at the thrill of it. Rodney gasped between one thrust and the next, “Now. Ohgod now. Come for me.”
John couldn’t have stopped it if he tried and his balls tightened, sending him over the edge. He kept his eyes open for as long as he could watching Rodney above him. It was amazing and undoubtedly the hottest thing John had ever witnessed. Rodney’s eyes were an intense shining blue, his mouth open as he gasped for air and John could see the sharp canines for a brief moment before their eyes met and Rodney groaned, “Mine.”
John gasped and Rodney’s eyes slammed shut as he thrust into John one last time and stilled, the muscles in his face clenched so tight they twitched as his body followed, tensing in preparation of his release. The intensity that gripped Rodney was too much and John’s eyes rolled back in his head as his climax pounded over him. His whole body spasmed convulsively and he couldn’t seem to breathe through the ecstasy. That was the last thing he remembered.
*******
It could have been minutes or days the next time John woke, he could have cared less. His body was done in and he could still feel an occasional tremor rock through him. It was surreal, and his mind didn’t want to focus, lost in the pleasant afterglow. Rodney must have cleaned him up at some point because the stickiness was gone and his head was resting on Rodney’s thigh. Fingers lightly stroked through his hair, he opened his eyes, rolling his head enough to find Rodney staring absently across the room.
“Hey,” drawled John, his voice scratchy and dry “I’d move…” Rodney looked down and John smiled, “but I can’t.”
Rodney seemed surprised, his voice wavering as he asked, “You’re not mad?”
“At what? Damn, Rodney. I lost count how many times you made me come. I had a mind altering experience that rivaled the second coming and you’re worried I’d be mad. All I want to know is when we can do it again. Okay, not too soon but definitely again.”
Rodney’s head fell back into the wall and he practically sobbed in relief, “Oh, thank god.” He slowly looked down at John, the blue in his eyes still a dull glow as he sighed, “And it’ll be a while before I’d even want to attempt that again.”
John frowned, and tried to lift up but his trembling arm gave out, “Damn.” He settled his head back on Rodney’s thigh and sighed happily.
The silence was comfortable but Rodney finally asked hesitantly, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No. I’m good. Better than good. You could have warned me though,” said John with a sheepish grin gracing his face.
Wincing, Rodney explained, “I really didn’t know. I’d heard rumors of course but nothing prepared me for that.”
“You! I always thought of ‘fucked your brains out’ as a metaphor. Now…not so much,” laughed John, totally relaxed. He yawned and his eyes started to close as he slumped closer to Rodney. Jerking awake, he patted the bed. “Come here.”
Rodney scooted down on the bed and John rolled enough to drape an arm and a leg over his lover. He sighed in satisfaction and drifted off to sleep.
Part Seven
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Vampire AU
Chapter Six
The hat did wonders for Rodney, and he did pretty well for a few days before he began to falter again. Even without the nausea, Rodney simply wasn’t getting enough to eat. He tried to hide it from John but it was impossible living in such close quarters. John bought extra food with the money they made but it was expensive and Rodney felt guilty when it didn’t stop the slight trembling in his hands. Working twelve hours a day in the quarry didn’t suppress his appetite like sitting in a lab did and the shakes only worsened over time.
John watched the guards, warning Rodney when they came close enough to notice he wasn’t working as hard as he should be. Rodney knew it was just a matter of time before his energy levels bottomed out and no amount of coaxing from John would get him to lift the hammer one more time.
The guards hadn’t missed the fact that he and John were harvesting more glowballs than anyone else. Rodney could feel their eyes on him more often than not. With that in mind he whispered directions to John on where to dig so as not to draw attention to his unique skill.
It was around the fifteenth day of captivity, a week since Rodney had been rejuvenated by John’s blood, that his knees buckled and he stumbled into the wall. John managed to grab him before he face-planted into the rock, holding him steady in his arms. Suddenly the guards were hovering and Rodney only looked up when a shadow drifted across his field of view. John shifted and stepped protectively in front of him. Rodney stood shakily at his shoulder.
With a quick backwards glance, John silently asked if he was okay. Nodding, Rodney wiped his sweaty brow with a shaky hand and looked wearily at the guards. “Don’t you have others you can intimidate, because really, it’s just not working for me?”
The guards weren’t amused, or they simply didn’t understand big words, Rodney couldn’t tell. Not that he really cared one way or the other. He was tired and hungry and pretty much fed up with the whole slave mentality of ‘whistle while we work’ bullshit. He wanted to go home, back to Atlantis where his body and mind could concentrate on more than just staying upright. The food was never enough to stave off the cold sweats and tremors that plagued him every moment of the day. His mind felt bogged down, easily distracted by the simplest things and he found himself drifting more and more with each passing day.
His mental rambling was interrupted by one of the guards. Rodney didn’t catch it all as he blinked back to awareness. “…it has been decided.”
“I don’t think so,” John ground out, sidestepping and placing himself directly in front of Rodney.
Rodney remained silent, his eyes darting nervously between John and the guards. The guard reached out for Rodney and he stepped back as John batted away the offending arm. “Back off. He’s not going with you.”
The guard stood his ground, but made no further moves towards Rodney. “We know he can find the glowballs. If he wishes to eat then he will show the others where to work.”
Standing close to John, Rodney could feel the muscles in his back tense. Not looking for a confrontation, Rodney stepped around him. “I’ll do it.”
An arm across Rodney’s chest stopped him and John hissed out the corner of his mouth, “Rodney.”
Rodney pushed John’s arm away and gathering his resolve, gave the guards his own brand of intimidation. “Here is what I want in return for my cooperation. I want an extra meal a day and everyone gets a day off every sixth day. In return, I’ll point out the glowballs.”
The guard snorted back, “You are in no position to make demands.”
“Oh right, because you are making money hand over fist under the present regime.” Rodney raised his chin a notch. “I can find them and you can’t. Who has who by the balls?”
John turned sharply and spoke in a low voice through gritted teeth, “McKay, stop pissing the natives off.”
With hands on his hips, the guard snarled, “We do not have to feed you.”
Rodney rolled his eyes, but had to snag the back of John’s shirt at the sudden vertigo. Regaining his composure, he smirked, “Oh please, I’m already starving. Not feeding me just speeds up the process. An extra meal for me and a day off for everyone gets you my cooperation. Without it, I do it but you’ll never know how many I’m NOT finding.”
The guard started to step forward but his companion pulled him away. They proceeded to get into a heated discussion. Rodney watched idly until John suddenly grabbed him and got in his face. “What the hell are you doing, Rodney? Do you want them to kill you, is that it? What happened to that self-preservation motto you are so fond of?”
Jerking out of John’s grasp, Rodney stepped back, but the move sent his head spinning. Reaching for the wall, his vision blurred and missing the wall he stumbled back. His balance lost, he fell as his knees gave out. Everything went fuzzy after that and he was vaguely aware of John’s concerned voice and then a lot of screaming and shouting before a cup of water appeared in his shaky hands. Most of it dribbled down his chin, but it helped clear his head enough so that when he opened his eyes the view was no longer distorted.
John was holding his head and nudging his lips with a piece of bread. The worried look was enough to make him open his mouth and chew. A couple pieces later, he was able to sit up without listing sideways and found the guards hovering with their own brand of concern.
Catching their eye, the quiet one spoke. “We will discuss your proposal with the others when we return this evening.” He glared at his companion and added, “I’m sure they will see the wisdom of your offer.” With that, he tugged the other guard away and left John and Rodney alone.
Still chewing, Rodney slumped in John’s arms in delayed panic, “Oh god, the lack of food has made me stupid. Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know, don’t do it again though,” sighed John, grabbing Rodney enough to scoot them both back into the little bit of shade the rock wall offered. His heart was pounding loudly under Rodney’s ear where he rested against his chest.
Too tired to mount a formidable panic attack, Rodney calmed. “So what happened at the end there? I’m a little fuzzy on the details.”
“You fainted,” teased John, handing Rodney the remainder of bread. “Eat.”
“Passed out from manly hunger,” corrected Rodney indignantly, snatching the bread from John to take a big bite.
John chuckled, “Nice touch by the way. It seems our captors panicked when you went down. They were worried about losing their fifteen minutes of fame.”
“Genius here,” slurred Rodney. He was so tired and his eyes fluttered shut.
The arms around his chest tightened slightly. “Next time let me do any negotiations. Your approach is taking years off my life.”
“I’m working on my hero badge. Every little bit counts,” countered Rodney.
“You weren’t a Boy Scout. It doesn’t count,” quipped John. He added with a drawl and a cocky grin, “Besides, you don’t need no stinking badge.”
Rodney’s mouth twitched into a smile, “I’ll leave the hero thing to you. It’s far too stressful.” His smile faded. “I just want to go home.”
John stared absently into the fading sunlight, “Yeah, me too.”
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Surprisingly, or maybe not so much, the Telosians agreed to Rodney’s demands but only if his efforts made a marked difference in the harvest of the glowballs. If numbers didn’t improve then everyone would suffer the consequences, not just Rodney. No pressure.
The extra meal was provided but with Rodney spending his entire day zigzagging up and down the face of the quarry pointing out glowballs to whoever needed direction, it was for naught. What little advantage he gained from the food was lost with the increased activity. With over a hundred men working there was no time to rest and Rodney continued to decline.
The Telosians were pleased with the new arrangement, already making plans to expand to other trading worlds to take advantage of the increased output from the mines. Per the agreement, the sixth day brought a day of rest and Rodney and John were suddenly granted a sort of elevated status amongst the other workers. They were making more money with Rodney’s help and the day off seemed to boost the morale of both workers and guards.
Everyone took advantage of the day off. John let Rodney sleep, bringing him meals so that he could conserve what strength he was gaining. It wasn’t much but it was something. John felt completely helpless as he watched Rodney sleep. The weight loss becoming more apparent with each passing day, John spent the morning going over possible escape scenarios. None of them ended on a good note and by mid-afternoon he stripped down to his boxers and flopped on the bed next to Rodney in defeat.
Rodney stirred and snuggled up behind John, draping his waist with a sleep heavy arm. He mumbled into John’s shoulder. “Hmmm. Nice.”
John pushed back into Rodney, no longer afraid of waking him. After almost three weeks of 24/7 with Rodney, John wondered how he’d give that up once they returned to Atlantis. Although, after three weeks it wasn’t looking like it would be any time soon. He didn’t think for a moment that Ronon or Teyla would give up until they were found. It was just a matter of time, that and keeping Rodney alive.
It wasn’t as hard to be with Rodney day in and day out as John thought it would be. Even when they were together on Atlantis they hadn’t had this much time. It was nice in a weird, relaxing sort of way that John didn’t allow himself as military leader. His duties weren’t conducive to long lazy days or a full night’s sleep and John actually found himself more rested than he had since arriving in Atlantis. Not a vacation that he’d recommend or even sign up for but for the most part it was stress free. Neither of them had to make life threatening decisions and they knew from day to day what the routine would be. Even Rodney, despite the toll it was taking seemed more relaxed.
Rodney was nuzzling his shoulder, sending shivers down John’s back. “What time is it?”
John reached for his watch and turned it enough to read. “Two o’clock.” Tossing the watch back atop his pile of clothes he intertwined his fingers with Rodney’s. “How you feeling?”
Nuzzling John’s neck, Rodney answered hoarsely, “Better. Rested.”
Arching under the unexpected pressure of Rodney’s tongue, John gasped, “Geez, Rodney.”
Rodney didn’t answer but his teeth nipped John’s ear as his fingers teased his stomach, never drifting too low. John was breathing sharply, surprised that Rodney was taking the lead. Something he’d never done, not even after their talk. The few times they’d found the energy to do more than kiss, John had initiated it. This was something new and John melted into it, enjoying it more than he thought possible.
“I thought you were tired,” said John playfully, savoring Rodney’s touches. Rodney suddenly tensed behind him, the fingers on his stomach stilling. John grabbed them in a tight clasp, not letting Rodney pull away. It took several minutes before Rodney began to relax again but there was still the silence between them as his breathing evened out.
Rodney had become more subdued in the last few days, but John had attributed it to his waning strength. Something was on his mind and John finally dared to ask, “What?”
Arms squeezed and fingers clenched as Rodney’s forehead pushed into his shoulder, his breath heavy on John’s back. Rodney was shaking as he whispered, “I don’t want to die.”
John frowned, unsure where Rodney was coming from and then just as quickly it all made sense and he twisted enough to look at Rodney’s face. There was fear and want written in the depths of Rodney’s blue eyes that made John’s breath hitch and he shuddered. Their eyes meet and John spoke in a low, husky voice, “Do it.”
Rodney stared at him, his mouth opening but no words would come out and he closed his eyes tightly, trying to deny what was being offered. John reached back and clasped his neck, pulling Rodney closer, into that place where John’s neck met his shoulder.
He tightened his hold when Rodney tried to pull away. “I don’t want you to die either. I want this, Rodney.” Hearing Rodney swallow, followed by a tentative sweep of his tongue along that sensitive spot where his vein lay exposed, John tilted his head, offering himself. “Please.”
Rodney groaned, his tongue darting out to taste the skin as lips kissed his pulse point, drawing blood to the surface. Breathing sharply, Rodney pulled back and panted, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” hissed John, his own breathing and heartbeat rising in anticipation. “Just do it.” His breath wasn’t the only thing rising.
With a final breath that John could feel ghost against his skin, Rodney’s breathing grew harsh, needy as his tongue and lips licked and sucked his skin, drawing John deeper into a haze of pleasure. His body felt on edge, ready to explode even after only a few minutes of Rodney teasing his flesh. As sharp teeth grazed his skin, John’s cock hardened, his body trembling with a tinge of fear as he tried to stay relaxed in Rodney’s arms. It kept his mind off the rising desire that was threatening to embarrass him before they even started.
And then it was there, teeth plunging into his flesh. The sharp hiss of pain that followed exploded into light and pleasure that had John was arching into, wanting more. Teeth sunk into his flesh, tongue darting frantically against his vein and John’s breath caught at the sheer pleasure of it, unlike anything he’d ever experienced. It bit into his nerve endings sending him spiraling out of control. He jerked in Rodney’s arms, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing. His hips bucked and without a single touch, he screamed his release, timed perfectly to the pulse of his blood that Rodney sucked from his vein.
It seemed to go on forever, John barely hanging onto consciousness as the sensation of pleasure climbed higher and higher. His body spasmed uncontrollably, no air getting to his lungs as he covered himself and the bed with stream after stream until there was no more. When at last Rodney released him and only the light touch of tongue remained, healing the sensitive skin, John sank to the bed, trembling uncontrollably in the aftermath.
Rodney held him, still sucking and kissing as John regained some control over his harsh breathing. It took several seconds for him to recover, his mind still lost in the sensations. Rodney’s hands were all over him, frantically removing clothes, caressing his hips, lingering on his stomach, his arousal evident against his ass. John unconsciously pushed back, needing more…wanting more. It was then that he realized he was still rock hard and the ache was back. He cried out, “Ohgod, Rodney. I’m still hard.”
Hands soothed, caressing his chest. Rodney’s rasped between breaths, “Shh…Just let it happen.”
John’s was already panting again and he needed to touch himself. Rodney’s hand shot out, stopping him with a firm grip. He hissed demandingly, “No. Mine.” He pulled John’s hand away, holding it tightly as he rolled John onto his back.
“Fuck, Rodney. Please,” grunted John, his hips thrusting upward as he tried to pull his hand away from Rodney’s grasp to finish himself off. There was no give and John writhed desperately, moaning for more.
He lost himself in Rodney’s touch, forgetting everything but his need for release. Rodney settled between his legs, and stretched out above him, their hard lengths straining against each other. John thrust upward against the sudden contact and was coming again. His hands clenched at the bedcovers as his back arched sharply and when he started to scream, Rodney crammed something in his mouth to mute the worst of it. He didn’t even care as the pleasure ripped through him. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t breathe, he could only hang on as it pumped out of him, going on endlessly as Rodney ground against him, sliding smoothly through the warm stickiness that covered them both.
He was sure he lost some time with the last one because when awareness returned Rodney was still humping him, his teeth nipping at his collarbone as he muttered under his breath. “So beautiful, so mine.” He was hard against John’s stomach and it took a moment for him to realize Rodney hadn’t come yet.
John was already hard again and beginning to panic. He pulled the gag from his mouth and stammered, “Rodney. What’s happening?”
“Shh. Don’t fight it.” Rodney replaced the gag then dropped his head and began nuzzling John’s chest, working his way to a nipple. John sucked in a sharp breath when Rodney sucked at it, his teeth teasing until John was shuddering with every moist breath against his skin. He couldn’t stop shaking.
It was too much, not enough and his muscles constricted with the next orgasm as Rodney bit down on one of his nipples. His vision whited out and he let it happen, let the excruciating pleasure overtake him until his body went limp. He couldn’t move any more, couldn’t fight the slow build that was already consuming him. This wasn’t what he was expecting when Rodney mentioned bloodlust and he lay there in a daze, never wanting it to end but not sure he would survive. Tiny tremors made him jerk with each new assault from Rodney’s tongue, his lips, his hands. His hands never stopped, tracing every inch of John’s skin making him shudder and twitch, breathless with desire. He’d never had anyone take such pleasure in his pleasing him and he became lost in it.
He begged for more, mewling beneath the gag but made no attempt to remove it. The walls were thick but even they wouldn’t block the sound. He couldn’t help but scream with each orgasm that Rodney pulled from him. Nothing mattered but the need for more and with each new orgasm John was sure it was his last. And yet it went on, Rodney was gasping for each breath, his body flush as the sweat poured from him. His eyes were a darker blue than John had ever seen and even consumed with his own need, Rodney was fighting it, making sure it was good for him.
With shaky hands he spread John’s legs as he settled between them on his knees. When Rodney slipped his hands under John’s knees and lifted him, touching his tongue to his entrance, John lost the last of his control and pushed down, screaming into the gag when Rodney’s tongue entered him. His cock pulsed, shooting the warm stickiness over his chest and face. Tears rolled down John’s cheeks as Rodney teased him with his tongue and when he finally slipped a finger into his willing flesh, John whimpered and came again. He couldn’t stop it any more and he could no longer rationalize between wanting it to stop and wanting it to go on forever.
His ass and cock were licked and sucked until John thought his cock couldn’t possibly take one more orgasm. When Rodney entered him at last, John would have sold his soul for it and it felt better than anything he’d ever done. Rodney pushed in slowly, his body shaking hard with every inch he gained until he was buried, his balls brushing John’s ass.
It was the most erotic thing John had ever experienced and he couldn’t fathom why he’d never wanted this before. It was a connection unlike any other and he wanted it, caught up in the way he stretched around Rodney. The way Rodney fit perfectly in the tightness, could feel the pulse of desire that spread from Rodney’s cock into his ass. He wondered if he’d ever want to top again after this. As Rodney pulled out and pushed back in ever so slowly, brushing against John’s prostate for the first time, John’s hands shot out and grabbed Rodney’s biceps, holding him firmly in place as he felt the tingle begin.
Rodney stopped and reached between them, gripping his cock hard. John cried out in frustration and Rodney leaned closer his chest heaving, bending him and growled huskily in his ear. “Not yet. Not ‘til I say so.” His voice softened, as he added, “Just this one time.”
He pulled back, letting John see his face. Rodney’s eyes shined a deep glowing blue, his sharp canines a reminder of what this was all about. John closed his eyes and nodded. He knew he wouldn’t come until Rodney let him and he was okay with that. This wasn’t about him anymore. Rodney needed this and John wanted to give him whatever he needed.
Opening his eyes, John reached up and pulled the cloth from his mouth. His throat was dry from screaming and it came out more of a croak but he meant every word, “Fuck me, Rodney. Take whatever you need.”
Hair matted to his head, his body flushed red, Rodney’s jaw clenched and he pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained, held in place by the tight ring of muscle of John’s ass. He hesitated, his whole body convulsing with need and John insisted with a gentle nod, “It’s okay. Do it.”
Rodney slammed forward, grunting in satisfaction as he buried himself in John’s ass. His eyes shot open and he gasped possessively, “Mine.”
John nodded frantically.
Mewling, Rodney pulled out, pounding back into John harder and faster with each thrust. Their sweat mingled and John begged for more, the passion rising with each thrust against his prostate. Rodney strained to give it to him, his release so close they could both sense it. John tried to help, clenching the muscles of his ass to pull Rodney deeper and then he felt it. Felt Rodney swell inside him, felt it stretch him just a fraction of an inch more, making him cry out at the thrill of it. Rodney gasped between one thrust and the next, “Now. Ohgod now. Come for me.”
John couldn’t have stopped it if he tried and his balls tightened, sending him over the edge. He kept his eyes open for as long as he could watching Rodney above him. It was amazing and undoubtedly the hottest thing John had ever witnessed. Rodney’s eyes were an intense shining blue, his mouth open as he gasped for air and John could see the sharp canines for a brief moment before their eyes met and Rodney groaned, “Mine.”
John gasped and Rodney’s eyes slammed shut as he thrust into John one last time and stilled, the muscles in his face clenched so tight they twitched as his body followed, tensing in preparation of his release. The intensity that gripped Rodney was too much and John’s eyes rolled back in his head as his climax pounded over him. His whole body spasmed convulsively and he couldn’t seem to breathe through the ecstasy. That was the last thing he remembered.
*******
It could have been minutes or days the next time John woke, he could have cared less. His body was done in and he could still feel an occasional tremor rock through him. It was surreal, and his mind didn’t want to focus, lost in the pleasant afterglow. Rodney must have cleaned him up at some point because the stickiness was gone and his head was resting on Rodney’s thigh. Fingers lightly stroked through his hair, he opened his eyes, rolling his head enough to find Rodney staring absently across the room.
“Hey,” drawled John, his voice scratchy and dry “I’d move…” Rodney looked down and John smiled, “but I can’t.”
Rodney seemed surprised, his voice wavering as he asked, “You’re not mad?”
“At what? Damn, Rodney. I lost count how many times you made me come. I had a mind altering experience that rivaled the second coming and you’re worried I’d be mad. All I want to know is when we can do it again. Okay, not too soon but definitely again.”
Rodney’s head fell back into the wall and he practically sobbed in relief, “Oh, thank god.” He slowly looked down at John, the blue in his eyes still a dull glow as he sighed, “And it’ll be a while before I’d even want to attempt that again.”
John frowned, and tried to lift up but his trembling arm gave out, “Damn.” He settled his head back on Rodney’s thigh and sighed happily.
The silence was comfortable but Rodney finally asked hesitantly, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No. I’m good. Better than good. You could have warned me though,” said John with a sheepish grin gracing his face.
Wincing, Rodney explained, “I really didn’t know. I’d heard rumors of course but nothing prepared me for that.”
“You! I always thought of ‘fucked your brains out’ as a metaphor. Now…not so much,” laughed John, totally relaxed. He yawned and his eyes started to close as he slumped closer to Rodney. Jerking awake, he patted the bed. “Come here.”
Rodney scooted down on the bed and John rolled enough to drape an arm and a leg over his lover. He sighed in satisfaction and drifted off to sleep.
Part Seven
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