The gang bangs continue part 2 (R)

[korilian]

Title: The gang bangs continue
Summary: If he was a country he would be Russia and John had only just made it to Perm. Except now it looked like he’d gotten on the night time express when Rodney wasn’t looking, because John had just been detained by customs with a suitcase full of vodka and coke.
Rating: R
Pairing: Mckay/Sheppard established
Warnings: Attempted rape. Violence. BDSM relationship implied. AU.
Word count: 880.
AN: I said this could only end with Rodney dumping John's ass... and moving in with the marines... I lied. This won't make any sense without reading the prequel in which Sheppard gives Rodney to the marines as a butt toy (I admit, I just like typing that).
Believe it or not, but this has actually gotten just a little bit darker.
Disclaimer: If I ever get rich, I solemnly swear to buy the network. Until then, I own nothing.

Read part 1

Sheppard was slouching behind his desk, probably in response to the thunderous expression on his own face. John never shied away from egging him on and pushing him just that little bit further. Normally he found it almost cute in a aggravating way. Today he’d already been pushed to far.

“What happened to you?” Sheppard drawled as he started lazily half spinning his seat, one eyebrow raised in anticipation.

“What happened to me?” Rodney screeched. “Do you want to know what happened to me! I just got assaulted by one of your fucking marines you asshole!”  

The transformation was instantaneous. From one moment to the next, Sheppard’s easy smile had been replaced by a terrifying scowl. He shot a sharp look at the door and Rodney jumped when it suddenly slid shut behind him. The clear glass becoming frosted. “Don’t yell at me in public Rodney.”

“Don’t tell me what to do Colonel.” He snapped back. Sheppard could be terrifying when he got in a dark mood, but Rodney had known him for close to a decade and wasn’t easily cowed. “Save it for the bedroom.”

Sheppard actually smiled at that and it was as if a vice had loosened around Rodney’s chest. “Sorry, you’re right. Tell me about the marine. What did he do?” 

Rodney slumped down on the white sofa, that was a leftover from Elizabeth’s reign. “I was working.” He clenched his fists in the folds of his pants and tried not to think about the groping hands. “On the water problem, you know.” Sheppard just nodded. They’d been hounded with complaints about that for days. “And this bastard comes up to me and tries to…” He choked. “You might want to send a med team.”

“You beat up a marine?!” Sheppard casually adjusted himself.

Rodney felt his face flush in anger. “So what turns you on more? The fact that your men think they can use me as their whore, or that I actually beat one of them?”

“A little bit of both.” He admitted sheepishly.

It was a good thing the laser vision he’d gained on Anoria had worn off, or there would have been nothing left of the colonel but ashes and smoke. “I’m not some treat you get to hand out to your men when they’ve been good John.”

He laughed and slumped down on the couch beside him. “But just think how much their performance would improve!” Rodney irritably shrugged his shoulder when John started nibbling his ear. “They’d be volunteering to spar with Ronon. Beg to move heavy equipment for you...”  

“Not funny.”

Sheppard pressed him back against the cushions, fingers gently rubbing circles on his belly. “Hell, they’d go ten rounds with a wraith for that. I would.”

Rodney sniffed haughtily. “Yes, well. I’m a very important man, so you’ll just have find more traditional ways to inspire you men.”

“I don’t know.” He teased. “I’m sure Zelenka could handle things. The wraith have been quiet and there’s no Earth hassling us for results.” He licked a stripe down Rodney’s throat. But he’d gone stiff and unresponsive beneath him. 

 Rodney just stared at him. He wasn’t kidding. Not really. Just like John hadn’t really been joking when he’d first suggested lending him out to the marines for a night.

They made a good match, the two of them. Rodney was a classic control freak. On top of everything and everyone, except in the bedroom. John on the other hand had never met an order he liked and thrived on the power Rodney granted him. When they’d finally come together it was a near perfect union. John liked to push him beyond his boundaries. Rodney had never had the heart to tell him he’d never even seen his boundaries. If he was a country he would be Russia and John had only just made it to Perm. Except now it looked like he’d gotten on the night time express when Rodney wasn’t looking, because John had just been detained by customs with a suitcase full of vodka and coke.

He pushed against his lover and maybe John had picked up on his mood, because he let him go without a sound. Rodney couldn’t even look at him now. Just stared at the floor . Why the hell did he have to push? “I told you when we started this. I told you, this couldn’t affect my work.”

 “Rodney…”

 He silenced him with a look. “I would have done anything for you. Anything you wanted.” Anything. But not this. Just the thought of giving up that much of himself made him cringe. What happened between them stayed in the bedroom. Or the puddlejumper. Or the transporter. Or fine, the mess hall. But it didn’t touch his science. If John didn’t get that...He took a deep shuddering breath. “I don’t think we can do this anymore.”

“Rodney!” John sounded shocked. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I’ll tell the marines…” Pleading now.

 “Yes you will.” He said quietly. “And I’m sorry too, but this isn't going to work.” Because this confirmed, what he’d suspected for a while now. John wouldn’t be happy with what he was given. He wanted control of every aspect of Rodney’s life. And that was something he couldn’t have.

Read part 3

AN: Wow, if I'd known that all it took to get me out of my writing funk was a little porn I would have written this years ago!

Comments

[lillyjk.livejournal.com]

SQUEE! more already. and I don't know what I want to happen next which is always the mark of an awesome fic. can't wait to see what direction you take this in...and John getting turned on both by the idea of Rodney getting attacked by a Marine and Rodney beating up said Marine. *sigh* most delicious

BTW, “Safe it for the bedroom.” I think you mean save

[korilian.livejournal.com]

I might have meant safe, *she said sullenly*. Fixed. Thank you.

I haven't entirely settled on the ending yet and I have an insatiable urge to do a little exploring of this strange, wonderful world where John can jump Rodney in the mess.

[galaxy-song.livejournal.com]

oh I did not know you were going to add more to this so happy you did. I love were this is going John needs a good shock to the system to make him appreciate that Rodney would just about do anything for him.

[korilian.livejournal.com]

Word.

[allyndra.livejournal.com]

The reason I have trouble writing threesomes and moresomes is because I get hung up on the consequences. We're socialized to have specific ideas about sex and relationships, and I always think, "Sure, it's hot, but when they have to work together, how will that affect them? What kind of assumptions are people going to make now?" I love that you are writing to consequences. And thank you so much for having Rodney stand firm about his science. That really would be his sticking point, and John should have known better after all these years.

[korilian.livejournal.com]

What kind of assumptions are people going to make now?

Exactly. When I first started thinking about a sequel to morale, I immediately knew that something like this had to happen and that the relationship would hit rough water. Rodney might be okay with the gang bang itself, but he wouldn't be cool with people making assumptions and disrespecting him. I also started wondering what kind of weird ass universe they live in that they can just go around having freaky kinky orgies. We'll be getting to that later.

[winter-elf.livejournal.com]

Sounds like Rodney needs to take charge and tie Sheppard up!

[korilian.livejournal.com]

Yes I can see that. He could tie him to a flagpole on the east pier and then wander of for lunch and then four weeks from now people would start complaining about the funky smell and... Maybe now is not the right time ;)