And In the Darkness Bind Them by kimberlite [Reviews - 5]
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Category: Slash Pairings > McKay/Sheppard
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex
Rating: NC-17
Genres: Angst, Challenge, First Time, PWP - Plot, What Plot?, Team
Warnings: Adult themes
Series: None
Word count: 3037; Completed: Yes
Summary: Sheppard trusts his team. McKay/Sheppard(/Ronon)
Story Notes:
For svmadelyn's kink/cliche challenge. I got trust and vows and added fisting. Thanks, as always, to Splix for encouragement and beta.
Sheppard shrugged out of his tac vest and began stripping off his clothes. He'd stopped being surprised when seemingly innocent missions, like investigating energy readings in a bustling bazaar, turned bad so quickly and completely.
"Hurry up," Ronon demanded tensely, handing McKay the leather pants. "We don't know what they drugged her with and I don't want her in that place."
Pausing with one boot off, Sheppard rested his hand on Ronon's arm. "Hey, we're going to get Teyla back."
"You should have let me just go in and grab her," Ronon growled.
Sighing, Sheppard went back to work on his boots. "With all the security, it wouldn't have been that easy. We'll have a better chance by blending in and getting her quietly."
"And by blending in you mean participating in whatever perverse sexual practices are going on in there," Rodney pointed out, glaring harder at Sheppard and Ronon when he realized his boxers wouldn't fit under the skin-tight pants.
Pulling his t-shirt over his head, Sheppard said, "Hopefully all we have to do is dress the part of a pair and their bodyguard, bribe the guards to get in and then just not draw attention to ourselves."
Rodney held up the black silky harem pants and waved them in front of John's face. "Yeah, good luck with that."
"Enough." Ronon snatched the pants from Rodney and turned to Sheppard. "Your plan sucks."
Sheppard wiggled out of his pants and boxers and reached for the flimsy material. "Yeah, probably in more ways than one."
"Ha, ha, that's so reassuring." Rodney rolled his eyes as he put the leather vest on over his black shirt. He was ready, and Sheppard was...dressed in the wispy pants and matching slippers, his arms and chest bare except for -- "Take off your tags."
Sheppard took a sharp breath at the order and pulled the dog tags over his head, handing them to Ronon. "Yes, sir."
Rodney gave John a considering look, then walked behind him.
The links of the metal collar were cool against his skin and Sheppard shuddered as Rodney's fingers grazed the back of his neck while fumbling with the clasp.
"You've done this before?" Rodney murmured against John's ear.
"This? No, I've never infiltrated a sex club to rescue a teammate before she's auctioned to the highest bidder," John snapped.
"Whoa." Rodney held his hands up and stepped away from Sheppard. "I'm sort of freaked here and just trying to figure out where we stand in case --"
Sheppard cut him off with a glare. "I'm going to say this once and then we're never going to speak of it again. My ex --"
"Ex what? Roommate, girlfriend...golf buddy?"
"Ex-wife, genius."
"What?"
"You know, the perfect Air Force wife -- approved by the old man, ready to stand by me to advance my career."
"The one you've never mentioned to me."
"Yeah, the one who didn't like being less important to me than flying. The one who started experimenting and discovered my tendency to submit. The one who took advantage of that to try to force me into swinging. The one who broke tr --" John cut himself off, swearing under his breath.
Rodney instinctively reached out, freezing before he made contact when he saw John flinch. "The one who fucked you up," he said angrily.
Sheppard shrugged.
"Can you do this?"
"We have to get to Teyla, and I trust you."
*****
They wandered among the circular raised platforms scattered through the hall like islands. Each one showcased an activity or person and Sheppard felt his face flush from a combination of embarrassment and arousal. He tried to ignore the scenes and focus on the fact that they still hadn't found Teyla.
"Over there," Ronon said quietly, gesturing casually with his hand.
Sheppard looked in the indicated direction and almost bumped into Rodney when he stopped suddenly. "Wow." He'd known Teyla was beautiful, but the exotic woman lounging on the sofa was extraordinary.
"Oh my god, they've stolen Jabba the Hutt's outfit for Princess Leia," Rodney babbled. "What are the odds that --"
"McKay," Ronon hissed.
"It's from Return of the Jedi," Rodney supplied.
Ronon did a fair impression of Rodney's 'you moron' look. "I know. Not the point."
"She's probably either stoned or pretending to be while waiting for us," Sheppard said. "Let's walk past and give her a chance to see us."
"Just keep moving so we don't look too interested," Ronon warned.
McKay took the lead, with Sheppard a proper step behind and to the left, and Ronon bringing up the rear. John had to grit his teeth as he heard the "owner" expounding on Teyla's assets, attempting to lure patrons closer.
When they stopped by a larger unoccupied platform, Sheppard heard Ronon's whispered 'I'm going to kill him.' "Rescue first," John reminded. "I don't think she recognized us."
"But I recognize you."
Sheppard tensed, turning to see a man in purple robes carrying a small book. "Excuse me?" he ventured before remembering he shouldn't supersede Rodney.
McKay stepped up to the man. "Yes, yes, what is it?"
"You are our honored guests," he said, bowing. "We are pleased that you seek to perform the Nialli ritual."
"There must be some mistake, we hadn't planned to participate," Rodney tried.
The man frowned and leafed through his book. "No, no, your gift was recorded when you entered and you are wearing the clothing of a Massum pair. It is not often that off-worlders honor our traditions in this way. I have been remiss in not greeting you sooner." The man bowed again.
"This must be a cultural misunderstanding," Rodney ventured. "I'm sorry, I don't know anything about this ritual. Can you tell me what it involves?"
"The ritual is different for each pair, but its goal is to help you demonstrate your trust and commitment and to act as an example to those seeking a similar path. If you are successful, you will receive the thing that completes you." The man bowed.
"That sounds deceptively simple."
Ronon leaned down and whispered in Rodney's ear. "Ask if Teyla can be your reward."
"We came here looking for a...loved one who was taken from us. If we succeed, may we bring her home with us?" Rodney asked earnestly.
"Ah, the rules are quite clear with regard to seized property. If you tell me who you seek, I will mediate with the current owner for compensation. Often this involves them setting the form of the ritual and collecting a percent of the profits." The man bowed.
"Profits?"
"Of course, from the wagers." The man bowed.
Sheppard found himself dipping his head in response to the man's ubiquitous bows. He was uncomfortable with the lack of details and the control Teyla's captors had, and he didn't want to think about the whole betting thing, but at least the man hadn't said they couldn't reclaim Teyla. He nudged Rodney and looked up through his eyelashes, trying to project his willingness to go forward.
McKay nodded. "All right, we seek that woman," he said, pointing to Teyla.
The man made a small noise and bowed several times before speaking. "My apologies, Merek is known for his...hard bargains. I must warn you that the price for such as she will be great."
"She's worth it," Rodney snapped. "Go mediate."
The man bowed and went to speak with Teyla's captor.
*****
"You don't have to go through with this," Rodney whispered nervously as the last of the demands were read.
Sheppard stood up straighter and concentrated on not shaking before he met Rodney's concerned gaze. "We have to."
"Have you ever..."
"No, but if you take charge, I think I can get into the right headspace and it might work."
"We can still fight," Ronon offered.
Surveying the crush of now interested patrons gathering around them, Sheppard said, "It's not an option anymore. Are you okay with your part?"
"Yeah."
"Good." John turned to Rodney, stepping up and placing his hands on Rodney's hips. "It will be okay."
Rodney ran his hands up Sheppard's bare arms then tugged him into a light embrace, petting his back gently. "We can do it. Can you obey me, submit to me?"
Tucking his head against Rodney's shoulder, John let the words roll over him. Since the divorce, he'd spent so much time repressing his needs, disobeying authority because it was so frighteningly easy for him to submit and he'd sworn never to allow himself to be that vulnerable again. But this was necessary, and he trusted Rodney. "Yes."
"McKay, it's time," Ronon said.
Rodney tilted John's head until he could brush their lips together. "Follow me."
Ronon cleared a path for them and they climbed the few steps up to the platform. The floor was covered with a thickly cushioned pad and there were pillows, rope, different types of sex toys, towels and bowls of lubricant available. Torches were lit around the perimeter, the flames flickering with the rising and falling voices of the spectators.
"Undress me," Rodney said firmly.
Sheppard nodded and removed Rodney's vest and shirt before dropping to his knees to take care of the boots. When they were off, he reached out to undo the leather pants, carefully peeling them down and helping Rodney step out of them. When he was done, John stayed on his knees, lowering his head and resting his crossed wrists on the small of his back.
Rodney ran his hands through John's hair. "You're beautiful like this, John. I want you to suck me."
He'd never done this, but as he licked and sucked on Rodney's cock, arousal was definitely overcoming nerves. He took more, trying to let Rodney know he could handle it. When the fingers in his hair tightened, he backed off, breathing harshly.
Gulping in air, Rodney moved his hand to the back of Sheppard's neck, playing with the thick chain collar. "Stand up and strip for me."
John's eyes never left Rodney's face as he lost the slippers and harem pants. He tried to ignore the appreciative murmur of the crowd and stand still while Rodney fastened a cock ring around his erection.
"Ronon, tie his wrists and get him into position."
Ronon bound rope around Sheppard's outstretched wrists then tugged him down until he was on his elbows and knees. Rodney knelt behind him, touching his ass and spreading lube around his hole. For a moment, John felt a slender hand caressing him, delicate fingers pushing into him, demanding pleasure. He tensed, trying not to cry out.
"Relax, John, I'm not hurting you. It's okay." Rodney stroked up and down John's back, murmuring reassuringly.
Slowly, John calmed. "Sorry," he whispered.
"It's okay." Rodney kissed along John's spine, nuzzling at his neck and fingering the collar. "You're doing great. You look so hot like this. I want you to let me fuck you."
John spread his legs wider and wiggled, rubbing Rodney's cock against his ass. "Yeah, do it."
Rodney slicked his cock and then went back to trying to prepare John. "It's just one finger, relax and let me in."
It felt like more than one, but John took it because Rodney had asked it of him. The second one burned as Rodney stretched him but then Rodney found his prostate and that long denied pleasure coursed through him, making him gasp and writhe.
"That's good, just hold on," Rodney encouraged, pulling his fingers out and lining up his cock. "Take a breath and release it."
John followed directions but as Rodney thrust into him, he tensed, instinctively tightening to keep Rodney out. He'd never gotten used to penetration and the dildo was much worse than her fingers. But it wasn't her. It was Rodney and he was warm and alive and moving carefully, wanting to give as much as he took. It was okay.
Moving excruciatingly slowly, Rodney rocked in and out of John, petting his back and telling him how good he was. Suddenly, his cock sank in all the way and he realized that John had surrendered, had accepted him. "Yes, that's so good."
John pushed back, fucking himself on Rodney. He lifted his head, gasping, "Ronon?"
"Here." Ronon stretched his legs out on either side of Sheppard, resting against a large pillow and undoing his pants.
Ronon's cock was impressive. John went down on him with more enthusiasm than expertise. He could hear the audience's approval as they sped up, and tried not to think about what he looked like, getting fucked up the ass while having his mouth fucked. He probably looked as decadent and wild as he felt. The hands on his hips and in his hair both tightened and he heard Rodney and Ronon groan as they came. He swallowed but some liquid escaped and ran down his chin.
Rodney rested against John's sweaty back until he caught his breath. "Wow, that was unbelievable," he said, kissing the side of John's neck.
Ronon used his thumb to wipe Sheppard's chin. "Good."
John grinned, soaking up the praise, his body thrumming with excitement and trepidation.
"Can you turn over?" Rodney asked, undraping himself from Sheppard's back.
Ronon helped John twist around, settling him between his thighs so his head rested against Ronon's stomach while Rodney shoved a pillow under John's hips. "Comfortable?"
"Surprisingly, yes," Sheppard confirmed, wishing his hands were free so he could touch both of them.
Rodney knelt between John's legs, running his fingers along the smooth skin of his inner thighs. Leaning down, he took John's cock in his mouth, using his tongue to tease before moving up to kiss John's bound wrists and his chest.
John thrashed his head back and forth at the intensity of the sensations. When Rodney bit a nipple, he yelped then collapsed, panting, onto Ronon. "Come on, Rodney, do it."
"You sure?"
"Kiss me first."
Rodney braced his hand on Ronon's thigh and leaned down to kiss John. When he opened his mouth, Rodney deepened the contact, turning the gentle touch into possession, hot and dirty.
Ronon pushed at Rodney's shoulder. "Focus."
Breaking the kiss, Rodney sat back, trying to regain his composure. Finally, he dipped his fingers in the bowl of thick, slippery lube and pushed one into John.
Ronon circled his arms around Sheppard, holding his hands and helping to ground him.
The first two fingers went in easily enough. John felt Ronon's breaths and tried to follow him, breathing evenly and deeply. He watched as Rodney added more lube and three fingers disappeared inside him. He couldn't believe they were doing this, that he trusted Rodney to make it good.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you," Rodney gasped, slipping the fourth finger in and gently moving his hand.
Meeting Rodney's eyes, John ground out, "Keep going."
Rodney stopped. "I'm not going to hurt you." He used his other hand to add more lube, coating his knuckles and wrist before rubbing over John's perineum. "I want you to do this for me, John. For me. For your team. I want you to open up and take my hand."
"Yes, please. God, Rodney, I want you to do it," John begged.
Tucking his thumb, Rodney pressed forward, trying to get enough pressure without pushing too hard. He heard John cry out as the widest part of his hand slipped past and his fingers naturally formed a fist inside John. "It's okay, you're doing it."
"Good, good."
John let Rodney and Ronon's words wash over him, blanketing him in support and reassurance. He kept breathing, trying to catalog the different stimuli. Rodney was looking at his wrist with almost comical amazement, as if he couldn't quite believe this was working. Ronon's fingers were threaded with his, thumbs brushing rhythmically over his skin. His ass felt incredibly, painfully full. But when Rodney started stroking inside, the pain diminished and pleasure burst sharply through him. His cock ached with the need for release. "Please," he whimpered.
Rodney wrapped his other hand around John's cock, stroking in time with his fist. He could tell by the noises John was making that he was very close. "I'm going to take the ring off and I want you to come."
"Yes, yes, yes," John chanted, body tightening in anticipation. When Rodney finally got the ring off, it only took a couple strokes from Rodney's hands before John exploded into orgasm, sharp and hard. He felt like he'd been slammed against the mat and had momentarily stopped breathing.
"Try to stay relaxed..."
He felt Rodney pull his hand out, twitched as he was stretched, but he was boneless, floating on water that held him up without effort. He burrowed against Ronon and smiled at Rodney, watching him clean his hand and then use more damp towels to clean John. He hissed at the contact, super-sensitive to the lightest touch.
Ronon untied John's hands and started rubbing them to restore proper circulation. "McKay, you hold him so I can get Teyla."
John snuggled up against Rodney and drifted, not really processing the activity around him. "Rodney, we did it," he slurred.
Rodney held John. He was wired, needed to move but instead he stroked John. "We did it."
Ronon's voice cut through the applause. "We want Teyla."
"Of course, of course," the mediator said, bowing. "We are deeply honored by your gift."
Teyla was brought forward, still clearly drugged and overwhelmed by the crowd. "Antidote?" Ronon growled.
"I'm afraid not, but she should be herself in the morning."
Ronon grunted and turned to Teyla. Very gently he said, "Teyla, it's Ronon. You're safe now." He reached out, drawing her away from the milling spectators to sit next to McKay and Sheppard. "We'll take you home."
"Home?" Teyla asked, voice quivering. She touched Ronon's arms, then buried her face against his chest, breathing in deeply. "Home."
Ronon wrapped his arms around her tenderly. "Home."
Teyla and Ronon settled by him and John turned in the circle of Rodney's arms, reaching over to touch, to reassure himself that they were safe. Rodney pressed a kiss against his shoulder and John brushed his fingers over the warm metal at his throat before taking Rodney's hand in his. "Home."
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Category: Slash Pairings > McKay/Sheppard
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex
Rating: NC-17
Genres: Angst, Challenge, First Time, PWP - Plot, What Plot?, Team
Warnings: Adult themes
Series: None
Word count: 3037; Completed: Yes
Summary: Sheppard trusts his team. McKay/Sheppard(/Ronon)
Story Notes:
For svmadelyn's kink/cliche challenge. I got trust and vows and added fisting. Thanks, as always, to Splix for encouragement and beta.
Sheppard shrugged out of his tac vest and began stripping off his clothes. He'd stopped being surprised when seemingly innocent missions, like investigating energy readings in a bustling bazaar, turned bad so quickly and completely.
"Hurry up," Ronon demanded tensely, handing McKay the leather pants. "We don't know what they drugged her with and I don't want her in that place."
Pausing with one boot off, Sheppard rested his hand on Ronon's arm. "Hey, we're going to get Teyla back."
"You should have let me just go in and grab her," Ronon growled.
Sighing, Sheppard went back to work on his boots. "With all the security, it wouldn't have been that easy. We'll have a better chance by blending in and getting her quietly."
"And by blending in you mean participating in whatever perverse sexual practices are going on in there," Rodney pointed out, glaring harder at Sheppard and Ronon when he realized his boxers wouldn't fit under the skin-tight pants.
Pulling his t-shirt over his head, Sheppard said, "Hopefully all we have to do is dress the part of a pair and their bodyguard, bribe the guards to get in and then just not draw attention to ourselves."
Rodney held up the black silky harem pants and waved them in front of John's face. "Yeah, good luck with that."
"Enough." Ronon snatched the pants from Rodney and turned to Sheppard. "Your plan sucks."
Sheppard wiggled out of his pants and boxers and reached for the flimsy material. "Yeah, probably in more ways than one."
"Ha, ha, that's so reassuring." Rodney rolled his eyes as he put the leather vest on over his black shirt. He was ready, and Sheppard was...dressed in the wispy pants and matching slippers, his arms and chest bare except for -- "Take off your tags."
Sheppard took a sharp breath at the order and pulled the dog tags over his head, handing them to Ronon. "Yes, sir."
Rodney gave John a considering look, then walked behind him.
The links of the metal collar were cool against his skin and Sheppard shuddered as Rodney's fingers grazed the back of his neck while fumbling with the clasp.
"You've done this before?" Rodney murmured against John's ear.
"This? No, I've never infiltrated a sex club to rescue a teammate before she's auctioned to the highest bidder," John snapped.
"Whoa." Rodney held his hands up and stepped away from Sheppard. "I'm sort of freaked here and just trying to figure out where we stand in case --"
Sheppard cut him off with a glare. "I'm going to say this once and then we're never going to speak of it again. My ex --"
"Ex what? Roommate, girlfriend...golf buddy?"
"Ex-wife, genius."
"What?"
"You know, the perfect Air Force wife -- approved by the old man, ready to stand by me to advance my career."
"The one you've never mentioned to me."
"Yeah, the one who didn't like being less important to me than flying. The one who started experimenting and discovered my tendency to submit. The one who took advantage of that to try to force me into swinging. The one who broke tr --" John cut himself off, swearing under his breath.
Rodney instinctively reached out, freezing before he made contact when he saw John flinch. "The one who fucked you up," he said angrily.
Sheppard shrugged.
"Can you do this?"
"We have to get to Teyla, and I trust you."
*****
They wandered among the circular raised platforms scattered through the hall like islands. Each one showcased an activity or person and Sheppard felt his face flush from a combination of embarrassment and arousal. He tried to ignore the scenes and focus on the fact that they still hadn't found Teyla.
"Over there," Ronon said quietly, gesturing casually with his hand.
Sheppard looked in the indicated direction and almost bumped into Rodney when he stopped suddenly. "Wow." He'd known Teyla was beautiful, but the exotic woman lounging on the sofa was extraordinary.
"Oh my god, they've stolen Jabba the Hutt's outfit for Princess Leia," Rodney babbled. "What are the odds that --"
"McKay," Ronon hissed.
"It's from Return of the Jedi," Rodney supplied.
Ronon did a fair impression of Rodney's 'you moron' look. "I know. Not the point."
"She's probably either stoned or pretending to be while waiting for us," Sheppard said. "Let's walk past and give her a chance to see us."
"Just keep moving so we don't look too interested," Ronon warned.
McKay took the lead, with Sheppard a proper step behind and to the left, and Ronon bringing up the rear. John had to grit his teeth as he heard the "owner" expounding on Teyla's assets, attempting to lure patrons closer.
When they stopped by a larger unoccupied platform, Sheppard heard Ronon's whispered 'I'm going to kill him.' "Rescue first," John reminded. "I don't think she recognized us."
"But I recognize you."
Sheppard tensed, turning to see a man in purple robes carrying a small book. "Excuse me?" he ventured before remembering he shouldn't supersede Rodney.
McKay stepped up to the man. "Yes, yes, what is it?"
"You are our honored guests," he said, bowing. "We are pleased that you seek to perform the Nialli ritual."
"There must be some mistake, we hadn't planned to participate," Rodney tried.
The man frowned and leafed through his book. "No, no, your gift was recorded when you entered and you are wearing the clothing of a Massum pair. It is not often that off-worlders honor our traditions in this way. I have been remiss in not greeting you sooner." The man bowed again.
"This must be a cultural misunderstanding," Rodney ventured. "I'm sorry, I don't know anything about this ritual. Can you tell me what it involves?"
"The ritual is different for each pair, but its goal is to help you demonstrate your trust and commitment and to act as an example to those seeking a similar path. If you are successful, you will receive the thing that completes you." The man bowed.
"That sounds deceptively simple."
Ronon leaned down and whispered in Rodney's ear. "Ask if Teyla can be your reward."
"We came here looking for a...loved one who was taken from us. If we succeed, may we bring her home with us?" Rodney asked earnestly.
"Ah, the rules are quite clear with regard to seized property. If you tell me who you seek, I will mediate with the current owner for compensation. Often this involves them setting the form of the ritual and collecting a percent of the profits." The man bowed.
"Profits?"
"Of course, from the wagers." The man bowed.
Sheppard found himself dipping his head in response to the man's ubiquitous bows. He was uncomfortable with the lack of details and the control Teyla's captors had, and he didn't want to think about the whole betting thing, but at least the man hadn't said they couldn't reclaim Teyla. He nudged Rodney and looked up through his eyelashes, trying to project his willingness to go forward.
McKay nodded. "All right, we seek that woman," he said, pointing to Teyla.
The man made a small noise and bowed several times before speaking. "My apologies, Merek is known for his...hard bargains. I must warn you that the price for such as she will be great."
"She's worth it," Rodney snapped. "Go mediate."
The man bowed and went to speak with Teyla's captor.
*****
"You don't have to go through with this," Rodney whispered nervously as the last of the demands were read.
Sheppard stood up straighter and concentrated on not shaking before he met Rodney's concerned gaze. "We have to."
"Have you ever..."
"No, but if you take charge, I think I can get into the right headspace and it might work."
"We can still fight," Ronon offered.
Surveying the crush of now interested patrons gathering around them, Sheppard said, "It's not an option anymore. Are you okay with your part?"
"Yeah."
"Good." John turned to Rodney, stepping up and placing his hands on Rodney's hips. "It will be okay."
Rodney ran his hands up Sheppard's bare arms then tugged him into a light embrace, petting his back gently. "We can do it. Can you obey me, submit to me?"
Tucking his head against Rodney's shoulder, John let the words roll over him. Since the divorce, he'd spent so much time repressing his needs, disobeying authority because it was so frighteningly easy for him to submit and he'd sworn never to allow himself to be that vulnerable again. But this was necessary, and he trusted Rodney. "Yes."
"McKay, it's time," Ronon said.
Rodney tilted John's head until he could brush their lips together. "Follow me."
Ronon cleared a path for them and they climbed the few steps up to the platform. The floor was covered with a thickly cushioned pad and there were pillows, rope, different types of sex toys, towels and bowls of lubricant available. Torches were lit around the perimeter, the flames flickering with the rising and falling voices of the spectators.
"Undress me," Rodney said firmly.
Sheppard nodded and removed Rodney's vest and shirt before dropping to his knees to take care of the boots. When they were off, he reached out to undo the leather pants, carefully peeling them down and helping Rodney step out of them. When he was done, John stayed on his knees, lowering his head and resting his crossed wrists on the small of his back.
Rodney ran his hands through John's hair. "You're beautiful like this, John. I want you to suck me."
He'd never done this, but as he licked and sucked on Rodney's cock, arousal was definitely overcoming nerves. He took more, trying to let Rodney know he could handle it. When the fingers in his hair tightened, he backed off, breathing harshly.
Gulping in air, Rodney moved his hand to the back of Sheppard's neck, playing with the thick chain collar. "Stand up and strip for me."
John's eyes never left Rodney's face as he lost the slippers and harem pants. He tried to ignore the appreciative murmur of the crowd and stand still while Rodney fastened a cock ring around his erection.
"Ronon, tie his wrists and get him into position."
Ronon bound rope around Sheppard's outstretched wrists then tugged him down until he was on his elbows and knees. Rodney knelt behind him, touching his ass and spreading lube around his hole. For a moment, John felt a slender hand caressing him, delicate fingers pushing into him, demanding pleasure. He tensed, trying not to cry out.
"Relax, John, I'm not hurting you. It's okay." Rodney stroked up and down John's back, murmuring reassuringly.
Slowly, John calmed. "Sorry," he whispered.
"It's okay." Rodney kissed along John's spine, nuzzling at his neck and fingering the collar. "You're doing great. You look so hot like this. I want you to let me fuck you."
John spread his legs wider and wiggled, rubbing Rodney's cock against his ass. "Yeah, do it."
Rodney slicked his cock and then went back to trying to prepare John. "It's just one finger, relax and let me in."
It felt like more than one, but John took it because Rodney had asked it of him. The second one burned as Rodney stretched him but then Rodney found his prostate and that long denied pleasure coursed through him, making him gasp and writhe.
"That's good, just hold on," Rodney encouraged, pulling his fingers out and lining up his cock. "Take a breath and release it."
John followed directions but as Rodney thrust into him, he tensed, instinctively tightening to keep Rodney out. He'd never gotten used to penetration and the dildo was much worse than her fingers. But it wasn't her. It was Rodney and he was warm and alive and moving carefully, wanting to give as much as he took. It was okay.
Moving excruciatingly slowly, Rodney rocked in and out of John, petting his back and telling him how good he was. Suddenly, his cock sank in all the way and he realized that John had surrendered, had accepted him. "Yes, that's so good."
John pushed back, fucking himself on Rodney. He lifted his head, gasping, "Ronon?"
"Here." Ronon stretched his legs out on either side of Sheppard, resting against a large pillow and undoing his pants.
Ronon's cock was impressive. John went down on him with more enthusiasm than expertise. He could hear the audience's approval as they sped up, and tried not to think about what he looked like, getting fucked up the ass while having his mouth fucked. He probably looked as decadent and wild as he felt. The hands on his hips and in his hair both tightened and he heard Rodney and Ronon groan as they came. He swallowed but some liquid escaped and ran down his chin.
Rodney rested against John's sweaty back until he caught his breath. "Wow, that was unbelievable," he said, kissing the side of John's neck.
Ronon used his thumb to wipe Sheppard's chin. "Good."
John grinned, soaking up the praise, his body thrumming with excitement and trepidation.
"Can you turn over?" Rodney asked, undraping himself from Sheppard's back.
Ronon helped John twist around, settling him between his thighs so his head rested against Ronon's stomach while Rodney shoved a pillow under John's hips. "Comfortable?"
"Surprisingly, yes," Sheppard confirmed, wishing his hands were free so he could touch both of them.
Rodney knelt between John's legs, running his fingers along the smooth skin of his inner thighs. Leaning down, he took John's cock in his mouth, using his tongue to tease before moving up to kiss John's bound wrists and his chest.
John thrashed his head back and forth at the intensity of the sensations. When Rodney bit a nipple, he yelped then collapsed, panting, onto Ronon. "Come on, Rodney, do it."
"You sure?"
"Kiss me first."
Rodney braced his hand on Ronon's thigh and leaned down to kiss John. When he opened his mouth, Rodney deepened the contact, turning the gentle touch into possession, hot and dirty.
Ronon pushed at Rodney's shoulder. "Focus."
Breaking the kiss, Rodney sat back, trying to regain his composure. Finally, he dipped his fingers in the bowl of thick, slippery lube and pushed one into John.
Ronon circled his arms around Sheppard, holding his hands and helping to ground him.
The first two fingers went in easily enough. John felt Ronon's breaths and tried to follow him, breathing evenly and deeply. He watched as Rodney added more lube and three fingers disappeared inside him. He couldn't believe they were doing this, that he trusted Rodney to make it good.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you," Rodney gasped, slipping the fourth finger in and gently moving his hand.
Meeting Rodney's eyes, John ground out, "Keep going."
Rodney stopped. "I'm not going to hurt you." He used his other hand to add more lube, coating his knuckles and wrist before rubbing over John's perineum. "I want you to do this for me, John. For me. For your team. I want you to open up and take my hand."
"Yes, please. God, Rodney, I want you to do it," John begged.
Tucking his thumb, Rodney pressed forward, trying to get enough pressure without pushing too hard. He heard John cry out as the widest part of his hand slipped past and his fingers naturally formed a fist inside John. "It's okay, you're doing it."
"Good, good."
John let Rodney and Ronon's words wash over him, blanketing him in support and reassurance. He kept breathing, trying to catalog the different stimuli. Rodney was looking at his wrist with almost comical amazement, as if he couldn't quite believe this was working. Ronon's fingers were threaded with his, thumbs brushing rhythmically over his skin. His ass felt incredibly, painfully full. But when Rodney started stroking inside, the pain diminished and pleasure burst sharply through him. His cock ached with the need for release. "Please," he whimpered.
Rodney wrapped his other hand around John's cock, stroking in time with his fist. He could tell by the noises John was making that he was very close. "I'm going to take the ring off and I want you to come."
"Yes, yes, yes," John chanted, body tightening in anticipation. When Rodney finally got the ring off, it only took a couple strokes from Rodney's hands before John exploded into orgasm, sharp and hard. He felt like he'd been slammed against the mat and had momentarily stopped breathing.
"Try to stay relaxed..."
He felt Rodney pull his hand out, twitched as he was stretched, but he was boneless, floating on water that held him up without effort. He burrowed against Ronon and smiled at Rodney, watching him clean his hand and then use more damp towels to clean John. He hissed at the contact, super-sensitive to the lightest touch.
Ronon untied John's hands and started rubbing them to restore proper circulation. "McKay, you hold him so I can get Teyla."
John snuggled up against Rodney and drifted, not really processing the activity around him. "Rodney, we did it," he slurred.
Rodney held John. He was wired, needed to move but instead he stroked John. "We did it."
Ronon's voice cut through the applause. "We want Teyla."
"Of course, of course," the mediator said, bowing. "We are deeply honored by your gift."
Teyla was brought forward, still clearly drugged and overwhelmed by the crowd. "Antidote?" Ronon growled.
"I'm afraid not, but she should be herself in the morning."
Ronon grunted and turned to Teyla. Very gently he said, "Teyla, it's Ronon. You're safe now." He reached out, drawing her away from the milling spectators to sit next to McKay and Sheppard. "We'll take you home."
"Home?" Teyla asked, voice quivering. She touched Ronon's arms, then buried her face against his chest, breathing in deeply. "Home."
Ronon wrapped his arms around her tenderly. "Home."
Teyla and Ronon settled by him and John turned in the circle of Rodney's arms, reaching over to touch, to reassure himself that they were safe. Rodney pressed a kiss against his shoulder and John brushed his fingers over the warm metal at his throat before taking Rodney's hand in his. "Home."