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Title: Bloodlust
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Vampire AU
Chapter Seven
It had to be near morning and Rodney hadn’t slept at all. The effects of the night before still lingered and had him wired enough to make sleep elusive. The smells and sensations coursed through his veins, filling him with a contentment he hadn’t felt in months. Sheppard was sprawled over him, arms and legs tangled in the covers. With a shuddering breath, Rodney wrapped a possessive arm around John and pulled him closer, his fingers lightly tracing skin. Rodney smiled as the muscle twitched under his touch even as John slept on.
Tongue grazing the sharp point of his canines, Rodney’s thoughts drifted to earlier, his teeth sinking into John’s neck and the tangy, copper taste of blood as he’d fed. The intensity was beyond anything Rodney had ever experienced. In the past, his feedings were clinical, experimental, but this…this had been so different it didn’t even compare. This was more of a melding. His heightened senses took in all that was John and it had been intoxicating. The chemical excitement from John had hit Rodney hard as their blood mingled. It had been such a rush, lost in the sensations, the need to touch John and make him his had been almost too much.
He’d been frantic in his pursuit of pleasure, more for John than himself. At least until the end when he could no longer hold himself back. There was no way he could have anticipated the pure pleasure he got from making John come over and over, denying himself until he couldn’t stand the aching thrum of desire that had coursed through his blood. Even several hours later, Rodney could feel the difference in his blood, could feel John’s lingering presence in his system.
His heart beating loudly, Rodney took a couple stuttering breaths to calm the rising emotions. John snuggling against him wasn’t helping and it took all his willpower not to wake him. Laying in the semidarkness, Rodney concentrated on the sounds, knowing it wouldn’t be long before others began to stir.
Very carefully, he slipped out from under John and went about his morning ablutions, grimacing at his reflection in the bowl they’d procured for cleaning. His elongated canines and shining blue eyes were still in evidence, reminding him once again of his differences. As if the previous night hadn’t been enough.
Drying off, Rodney shivered, resisting the urge to return to John and wrap around him possessively. He’d known it was possible of course, but the depth of protectiveness the bloodlust inspired was a bit more than either of them was ready for. Besides, there was no way John would allow it. He didn’t think it would look very good if a scientist insisted no one beat up on his military boyfriend any more. Oh yeah, that would go over really well with the Colonel’s men. He felt pretty certain the worst of his possessiveness would wear off…he hoped. Wincing, Rodney sighed and after dressing, slid to the floor opposite John and watched him sleep. Any closer and he wouldn’t have been able to resist rolling John over and taking him again.
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John woke up to find Rodney slumped against the far wall, his head at an uncomfortable angle and snoring loudly. He tried to stretch but froze as every muscle in his body protested the movement. Hurting in places that hadn’t hurt since boot camp, he tried not to think about the discomfort in other places. With a groan, he managed to sit. Rodney’s held shot up and he grabbed for his neck, “Ow, ow, ow.”
“You know, if you slept in bed, that wouldn’t be a problem,” quipped John, moving very slowly to grab for his pants.
“I couldn’t sleep,” smirked Rodney, rubbing his neck and rolling his head to ease the stiffness.
“Funny, that looked a lot like sleeping to me.”
Rodney sneered at him, then sighed, “Must have dozed off.”
“Why are you over there anyway? You’re not having a delayed freak out are you?” John grimaced as he lifted a leg to pull on his pants. He managed to get his pants up around his knees and had to rest. Flopping back on the bed, he didn’t care that he looked ridiculous, he was tired and sore. He shimmied enough to pull up his pants but didn’t bother buttoning them. At the moment it was just too much effort and he closed his eyes.
He was aware of Rodney moving towards him, but the hand on his chest still startled him. Even more startling was the way his cock found Rodney’s touch stimulating. John didn’t think his cock would ever rise again after last night. Rodney must have seen his reaction because the hand was jerked away. John opened his eyes and found Rodney kneeling beside him, his blue eyes filled with panic. His really, really blue eyes and John snapped. His eyes widened and he asked, “You’re still feeling the effects, then?”
Rodney nodded reluctantly, “Not a lot, but it’s still there.” His hand waved towards his face, “It might be difficult to hide. We have to work today.” There was fear in Rodney’s expression.
“Would ah…would it help if you…ah…?”
Rodney rolled his eyes, “Fucked you?” John blushed and Rodney sighed wearily, “Yeah it might, but that doesn’t really reassure me.”
“For a genius you’re not making much sense.”
Sitting back on his haunches, Rodney nervously rubbed his thighs. “I didn’t realize how strongly this was going to affect me.” He hesitated and added quietly, “Or you.”
Reaching out, Rodney touched John’s chest again. John felt the effect immediately. His eyes started to close as Rodney’s simple touch made his cock twitch in excitement. “Oh fuck,” sighed John, torn between soreness and oh yeah, don’t stop.
The fingers on his chest spread and John could hear Rodney’s elevated breathing. John opened his eyes and met Rodney’s as he covered his hand and pushed it lower. Rodney swallowed hard, his eyes darkening with lust as his palm drifted over John’s growing erection. John was breathing harder, as he gasped, “Is it…” Rodney’s fingers drifted between his legs and played with John’s balls as his palm rubbed against his aching shaft. Raising his hips for more, John stammered huskily, “Is it always like this?”
Rodney flushed red, “No, yes, sort of.” He tried to pull his hand away and John grabbed for it, holding Rodney in place with a glare. Rodney continued to stroke him with long, easy strokes as he answered, “I don’t know. I think the worst of it will wear off.”
John was thrusting into Rodney’s hand, his mind freaking at how fucking needy he was. Rodney was stroking him with one hand and frantically unbuttoning his own pants with the other. His mouth opened and he moaned as his erection was freed of the restraining material. John answered with a moan of his own when Rodney began stroking himself in time with his other hand. He was so fucking close when Rodney stopped and pulled his hand away. Whimpering, John stared at him in disbelief and panted, “What?”
Expecting some sort of guilt trip, he was shocked when Rodney breathed sharply and ground out between clenched teeth, “Touch yourself.”
Startled by the request and the way his cocked jerked at the command, John barely hesitated before grabbing his cock and happily stroked it, faster and harder. “Oh yeah.” He thought briefly how he should maybe be more freaked out by his reactions, but it felt to damn good to question.
He didn’t think it could get any better but then Rodney was fisting his own cock and eyeing him greedily as his breaths became fast and shallow. John’s body arched off the bed and came hard, splattering his chest and stomach. If that wasn’t enough, a moist warmth added to the rapidly cooling liquid and Rodney was gasping for air, moaning in satisfaction, “So fucking hot.”
John collapsed back on the bed, wanting nothing more than to sleep for a week. He must have drifted because he jerked awake when Rodney returned with a damp rag to clean him up. Even that wasn’t enough to rouse him completely. God, he was so fucking tired but he could already hear others moving outside and he knew he’d have to get up.
Begrudgingly, he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Opening them, he found Rodney watching him, the anxiety practically coming off him in waves. Taking the time to button his pants, John thought maybe if one of them acted normally they might actually get through this. Rodney was obviously still reeling from the effects, if his present features were anything to go by. John reached out and clasped his arm. “Just keep your head down and your mouth closed. You’ll be fine.”
Rodney nodded sheepishly. “I’m sorry… um… for all this. I…uh… didn’t know.”
When he looked up, there was no mistaking his sincerity and John gently squeezed his arm, “You don’t hear me complaining do you?”
Rodney blushed furiously and ducked his head. John reluctantly climbed to his feet, hoping he could feign some enthusiasm for work. He was so damn tired and sore. There was hope that moving around would work out the worst of it. Hell, even his stomach muscles hurt, probably from coming a thousand times in one night. Not that it was a bad thing, but he didn’t think he could get away with it too often. He’d be a dead man inside a week. Pulling Rodney to his feet, he smiled warmly, “Let’s go to work so I can come home and pass out.”
“I’m really sorry. You’re not mad are you? Because I really couldn’t go back to you being mad. I know I can be a pain and I really had no idea it would be like this and there is so much I need to say and…”
John reached up and covered his mouth, stopping his tirade. He leaned close and kissed his temple. “Shut up, Rodney. Personally, I just want to sleep, but you can talk all you want when we come home. I’ll just lay there and you can rant away if it makes you feel better.”
Removing his hand, John watched Rodney open his mouth to speak and cut him off, “No talking, remember.” He nodded towards the door. “Head down.”
Rodney thought about speaking, but dropped his head in resignation, let out a deep breath and huffed, “Fine.” John followed him out the door, smiling.
The day passed in a blur for John. Every time he thought about the night before his body would shiver and his mind would drift pleasantly. He’d never in his entire life been so fucking turned on and had so many orgasms. He’d probably had more orgasms last night than he had since arriving in Atlantis. Then his mind drifted to the possibility of dying by orgasm but figured it wouldn’t be a bad way to go all things considered.
Rodney touching him this morning had been so fucking cool that he hadn’t realized how seriously fucked he was until the tiredness began to wear him down and he could think about how much he wanted to have Rodney take over like that again. Because as much as he was military commander and he had an image to maintain, he so loved that head space where someone else took over, relieving him of it all. He’d never had the pleasure of just laying back and taking it, so to speak. The pleasure Rodney derived from only added to the whole hotness of it.
The realization struck him hard and he staggered. Unsurprisingly, Rodney was right there to catch him. He’d been hovering close all day. John blinked hard and stared at him. “I’m so fucked.”
Rodney of course was clueless and concerned as he held him up. “You are making even less sense than you usually do.”
John could only mumble, “You own me.”
John was aware of Rodney tensing as he was lowered to the ground. “Um, I think the sun has finally broke through the hair and fried your brains, Colonel.”
Snorting, John glared at him, “I think you can call me John after you’ve stolen my soul.” The sudden fear and hurt that flashed across Rodney’s face made John add quickly with as much of a smile as he could muster, “I wasn’t expecting it is all.”
The hurt look vanished but the fear remained and Rodney stammered, “I tried to tell you.”
“Right,” drawled John, his face scrunching at the fear tarnishing his words and they came out harsher than he intended. “I think you left a few things out.”
Rodney looked around sharply, noticed the guard approaching and hissed at him, “Can we not do this here?”
Seeing the guards, John managed to get to his feet. When Rodney stepped in front of him to face the guards, John’s anger flared. “Don’t.”
There was no way to put into words what John was feeling at that moment. Last night he hadn’t cared that Rodney was the one in charge of everything but right now before the eyes of everyone, it rankled him. Pissed him off that Rodney decided he needed protection like he was suddenly the ‘little woman.’ Fuck that.
Ready to push Rodney aside, John was surprised when he cringed, obviously aware of the infraction and reluctantly stepped aside. “Sorry.”
The hurt look was back and John sighed heavily, the anger draining away. “I’m not mad at you.” Well he was, but one glance towards the guards and he relented. “You’re right. Now isn’t the time.”
The guard, Kovo, approached. He was the quietest of the guards and generally the easiest to get along with. The guards had taken on a different demeanor since Rodney had struck the bargain. The men didn’t have to work as hard for a mere pittance and the guards were reaping the rewards as well. More glowballs meant more trade goods and it didn’t go unnoticed that the workers were happier with the increase in pocket money. Kovo spoke firmly but without malice, “Please, return to work.”
John retrieved his hammer and did as he was told. Rodney stood glaring at Kovo until he shook his head and walked away. John rolled his eyes, “Stop cowing the natives, Rodney.”
“I was only making sure you were all right.”
John shook his head and worked his hammer and chisel around a glowball, “Go play bodyguard to someone else. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself without the hovering.”
At least Rodney had the decency to blush as he tried to deny the accusation, his hand fluttering to emphasize his point. “I’m not hovering.”
Hitting the chisel with growing annoyance, John turned and growled at him, “Go away.”
“Fine.” Rodney crossed his arms indignantly and stomped off.
John went back to work, attacking the wall with a vengeance. It might have been more convincing if his eyes hadn’t kept wandering up and down the path behind him in search of Rodney. He hated the hovering and yet he felt a twinge of loss without Rodney beside him. They were going to have to talk.
Part Eight
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Vampire AU
Chapter Seven
It had to be near morning and Rodney hadn’t slept at all. The effects of the night before still lingered and had him wired enough to make sleep elusive. The smells and sensations coursed through his veins, filling him with a contentment he hadn’t felt in months. Sheppard was sprawled over him, arms and legs tangled in the covers. With a shuddering breath, Rodney wrapped a possessive arm around John and pulled him closer, his fingers lightly tracing skin. Rodney smiled as the muscle twitched under his touch even as John slept on.
Tongue grazing the sharp point of his canines, Rodney’s thoughts drifted to earlier, his teeth sinking into John’s neck and the tangy, copper taste of blood as he’d fed. The intensity was beyond anything Rodney had ever experienced. In the past, his feedings were clinical, experimental, but this…this had been so different it didn’t even compare. This was more of a melding. His heightened senses took in all that was John and it had been intoxicating. The chemical excitement from John had hit Rodney hard as their blood mingled. It had been such a rush, lost in the sensations, the need to touch John and make him his had been almost too much.
He’d been frantic in his pursuit of pleasure, more for John than himself. At least until the end when he could no longer hold himself back. There was no way he could have anticipated the pure pleasure he got from making John come over and over, denying himself until he couldn’t stand the aching thrum of desire that had coursed through his blood. Even several hours later, Rodney could feel the difference in his blood, could feel John’s lingering presence in his system.
His heart beating loudly, Rodney took a couple stuttering breaths to calm the rising emotions. John snuggling against him wasn’t helping and it took all his willpower not to wake him. Laying in the semidarkness, Rodney concentrated on the sounds, knowing it wouldn’t be long before others began to stir.
Very carefully, he slipped out from under John and went about his morning ablutions, grimacing at his reflection in the bowl they’d procured for cleaning. His elongated canines and shining blue eyes were still in evidence, reminding him once again of his differences. As if the previous night hadn’t been enough.
Drying off, Rodney shivered, resisting the urge to return to John and wrap around him possessively. He’d known it was possible of course, but the depth of protectiveness the bloodlust inspired was a bit more than either of them was ready for. Besides, there was no way John would allow it. He didn’t think it would look very good if a scientist insisted no one beat up on his military boyfriend any more. Oh yeah, that would go over really well with the Colonel’s men. He felt pretty certain the worst of his possessiveness would wear off…he hoped. Wincing, Rodney sighed and after dressing, slid to the floor opposite John and watched him sleep. Any closer and he wouldn’t have been able to resist rolling John over and taking him again.
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John woke up to find Rodney slumped against the far wall, his head at an uncomfortable angle and snoring loudly. He tried to stretch but froze as every muscle in his body protested the movement. Hurting in places that hadn’t hurt since boot camp, he tried not to think about the discomfort in other places. With a groan, he managed to sit. Rodney’s held shot up and he grabbed for his neck, “Ow, ow, ow.”
“You know, if you slept in bed, that wouldn’t be a problem,” quipped John, moving very slowly to grab for his pants.
“I couldn’t sleep,” smirked Rodney, rubbing his neck and rolling his head to ease the stiffness.
“Funny, that looked a lot like sleeping to me.”
Rodney sneered at him, then sighed, “Must have dozed off.”
“Why are you over there anyway? You’re not having a delayed freak out are you?” John grimaced as he lifted a leg to pull on his pants. He managed to get his pants up around his knees and had to rest. Flopping back on the bed, he didn’t care that he looked ridiculous, he was tired and sore. He shimmied enough to pull up his pants but didn’t bother buttoning them. At the moment it was just too much effort and he closed his eyes.
He was aware of Rodney moving towards him, but the hand on his chest still startled him. Even more startling was the way his cock found Rodney’s touch stimulating. John didn’t think his cock would ever rise again after last night. Rodney must have seen his reaction because the hand was jerked away. John opened his eyes and found Rodney kneeling beside him, his blue eyes filled with panic. His really, really blue eyes and John snapped. His eyes widened and he asked, “You’re still feeling the effects, then?”
Rodney nodded reluctantly, “Not a lot, but it’s still there.” His hand waved towards his face, “It might be difficult to hide. We have to work today.” There was fear in Rodney’s expression.
“Would ah…would it help if you…ah…?”
Rodney rolled his eyes, “Fucked you?” John blushed and Rodney sighed wearily, “Yeah it might, but that doesn’t really reassure me.”
“For a genius you’re not making much sense.”
Sitting back on his haunches, Rodney nervously rubbed his thighs. “I didn’t realize how strongly this was going to affect me.” He hesitated and added quietly, “Or you.”
Reaching out, Rodney touched John’s chest again. John felt the effect immediately. His eyes started to close as Rodney’s simple touch made his cock twitch in excitement. “Oh fuck,” sighed John, torn between soreness and oh yeah, don’t stop.
The fingers on his chest spread and John could hear Rodney’s elevated breathing. John opened his eyes and met Rodney’s as he covered his hand and pushed it lower. Rodney swallowed hard, his eyes darkening with lust as his palm drifted over John’s growing erection. John was breathing harder, as he gasped, “Is it…” Rodney’s fingers drifted between his legs and played with John’s balls as his palm rubbed against his aching shaft. Raising his hips for more, John stammered huskily, “Is it always like this?”
Rodney flushed red, “No, yes, sort of.” He tried to pull his hand away and John grabbed for it, holding Rodney in place with a glare. Rodney continued to stroke him with long, easy strokes as he answered, “I don’t know. I think the worst of it will wear off.”
John was thrusting into Rodney’s hand, his mind freaking at how fucking needy he was. Rodney was stroking him with one hand and frantically unbuttoning his own pants with the other. His mouth opened and he moaned as his erection was freed of the restraining material. John answered with a moan of his own when Rodney began stroking himself in time with his other hand. He was so fucking close when Rodney stopped and pulled his hand away. Whimpering, John stared at him in disbelief and panted, “What?”
Expecting some sort of guilt trip, he was shocked when Rodney breathed sharply and ground out between clenched teeth, “Touch yourself.”
Startled by the request and the way his cocked jerked at the command, John barely hesitated before grabbing his cock and happily stroked it, faster and harder. “Oh yeah.” He thought briefly how he should maybe be more freaked out by his reactions, but it felt to damn good to question.
He didn’t think it could get any better but then Rodney was fisting his own cock and eyeing him greedily as his breaths became fast and shallow. John’s body arched off the bed and came hard, splattering his chest and stomach. If that wasn’t enough, a moist warmth added to the rapidly cooling liquid and Rodney was gasping for air, moaning in satisfaction, “So fucking hot.”
John collapsed back on the bed, wanting nothing more than to sleep for a week. He must have drifted because he jerked awake when Rodney returned with a damp rag to clean him up. Even that wasn’t enough to rouse him completely. God, he was so fucking tired but he could already hear others moving outside and he knew he’d have to get up.
Begrudgingly, he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Opening them, he found Rodney watching him, the anxiety practically coming off him in waves. Taking the time to button his pants, John thought maybe if one of them acted normally they might actually get through this. Rodney was obviously still reeling from the effects, if his present features were anything to go by. John reached out and clasped his arm. “Just keep your head down and your mouth closed. You’ll be fine.”
Rodney nodded sheepishly. “I’m sorry… um… for all this. I…uh… didn’t know.”
When he looked up, there was no mistaking his sincerity and John gently squeezed his arm, “You don’t hear me complaining do you?”
Rodney blushed furiously and ducked his head. John reluctantly climbed to his feet, hoping he could feign some enthusiasm for work. He was so damn tired and sore. There was hope that moving around would work out the worst of it. Hell, even his stomach muscles hurt, probably from coming a thousand times in one night. Not that it was a bad thing, but he didn’t think he could get away with it too often. He’d be a dead man inside a week. Pulling Rodney to his feet, he smiled warmly, “Let’s go to work so I can come home and pass out.”
“I’m really sorry. You’re not mad are you? Because I really couldn’t go back to you being mad. I know I can be a pain and I really had no idea it would be like this and there is so much I need to say and…”
John reached up and covered his mouth, stopping his tirade. He leaned close and kissed his temple. “Shut up, Rodney. Personally, I just want to sleep, but you can talk all you want when we come home. I’ll just lay there and you can rant away if it makes you feel better.”
Removing his hand, John watched Rodney open his mouth to speak and cut him off, “No talking, remember.” He nodded towards the door. “Head down.”
Rodney thought about speaking, but dropped his head in resignation, let out a deep breath and huffed, “Fine.” John followed him out the door, smiling.
The day passed in a blur for John. Every time he thought about the night before his body would shiver and his mind would drift pleasantly. He’d never in his entire life been so fucking turned on and had so many orgasms. He’d probably had more orgasms last night than he had since arriving in Atlantis. Then his mind drifted to the possibility of dying by orgasm but figured it wouldn’t be a bad way to go all things considered.
Rodney touching him this morning had been so fucking cool that he hadn’t realized how seriously fucked he was until the tiredness began to wear him down and he could think about how much he wanted to have Rodney take over like that again. Because as much as he was military commander and he had an image to maintain, he so loved that head space where someone else took over, relieving him of it all. He’d never had the pleasure of just laying back and taking it, so to speak. The pleasure Rodney derived from only added to the whole hotness of it.
The realization struck him hard and he staggered. Unsurprisingly, Rodney was right there to catch him. He’d been hovering close all day. John blinked hard and stared at him. “I’m so fucked.”
Rodney of course was clueless and concerned as he held him up. “You are making even less sense than you usually do.”
John could only mumble, “You own me.”
John was aware of Rodney tensing as he was lowered to the ground. “Um, I think the sun has finally broke through the hair and fried your brains, Colonel.”
Snorting, John glared at him, “I think you can call me John after you’ve stolen my soul.” The sudden fear and hurt that flashed across Rodney’s face made John add quickly with as much of a smile as he could muster, “I wasn’t expecting it is all.”
The hurt look vanished but the fear remained and Rodney stammered, “I tried to tell you.”
“Right,” drawled John, his face scrunching at the fear tarnishing his words and they came out harsher than he intended. “I think you left a few things out.”
Rodney looked around sharply, noticed the guard approaching and hissed at him, “Can we not do this here?”
Seeing the guards, John managed to get to his feet. When Rodney stepped in front of him to face the guards, John’s anger flared. “Don’t.”
There was no way to put into words what John was feeling at that moment. Last night he hadn’t cared that Rodney was the one in charge of everything but right now before the eyes of everyone, it rankled him. Pissed him off that Rodney decided he needed protection like he was suddenly the ‘little woman.’ Fuck that.
Ready to push Rodney aside, John was surprised when he cringed, obviously aware of the infraction and reluctantly stepped aside. “Sorry.”
The hurt look was back and John sighed heavily, the anger draining away. “I’m not mad at you.” Well he was, but one glance towards the guards and he relented. “You’re right. Now isn’t the time.”
The guard, Kovo, approached. He was the quietest of the guards and generally the easiest to get along with. The guards had taken on a different demeanor since Rodney had struck the bargain. The men didn’t have to work as hard for a mere pittance and the guards were reaping the rewards as well. More glowballs meant more trade goods and it didn’t go unnoticed that the workers were happier with the increase in pocket money. Kovo spoke firmly but without malice, “Please, return to work.”
John retrieved his hammer and did as he was told. Rodney stood glaring at Kovo until he shook his head and walked away. John rolled his eyes, “Stop cowing the natives, Rodney.”
“I was only making sure you were all right.”
John shook his head and worked his hammer and chisel around a glowball, “Go play bodyguard to someone else. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself without the hovering.”
At least Rodney had the decency to blush as he tried to deny the accusation, his hand fluttering to emphasize his point. “I’m not hovering.”
Hitting the chisel with growing annoyance, John turned and growled at him, “Go away.”
“Fine.” Rodney crossed his arms indignantly and stomped off.
John went back to work, attacking the wall with a vengeance. It might have been more convincing if his eyes hadn’t kept wandering up and down the path behind him in search of Rodney. He hated the hovering and yet he felt a twinge of loss without Rodney beside him. They were going to have to talk.
Part Eight
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In case you didn't gather from my comment in the earlier chapter, I'm really enjoying this story. I'm really surprised I'm enjoying this story, because it's totally not something I'd normally read, but enjoying it I am.
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