korilian

Title: The gang bangs continue
Summary: “He forced himself on you?!” She sounded shocked and furious. Her face shadowed with rage. It was the reaction he’d needed from John, but hadn’t gotten.
Rating: R
Pairing: Mckay/Sheppard established
Warnings: Attempted rape. Violence. BDSM relationship implied. AU.
Word count: 825.
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.

Part 1
Part 2

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Like he‘d anticipated Sheppard was nowhere to be seen when he came for his stuff. On a good day John would do just about anything to avoid talking about his feelings. This was hardly a good day. Right now, Rodney was just a-okay with that. John could pretend to do paperwork all night long as far as he was concerned.

He stared around the room, their room for months now, not sure where to start. A lot of this stuff really belonged to the two of them. He palmed the soft checkered plaid on their bed. It had been a gift from Teyla, for their one month anniversary. He hesitated. John got cold at night.

Journals, books, bits of tech that really belonged in the lab. His computers. Maybe he should have gotten a flunky to help him move this stuff. And he hadn’t even decided yet where he was going to stay now. His old quarters had been in a prime location near the labs. They hadn’t stayed empty for long after he moved in with John.

The doorbell startled him so bad, he tripped over a box and almost landed flat on his ass. His heart felt like it was going to vibrate straight out of his chest, and yeah, maybe his nerves were a little more wired from the incident then he’d wanted to admit. Right then and there, he decided to take the damn plaid after all. John could freeze his ass off for all he cared.

“Rodney?” He recognized the muffled voice. Just Teyla. He relaxed fractionally and opened the door. “I have heard about your fight with John. Are you alright?” Sheesh. The Atlantean pipeline moved fast.

“If you’re here to try and change my mind...” He warned.

She cut him of, gently touching her forehead to his. “Are you not my friend as well Rodney? I would never advice you to go against your heart.” She released him after he offered her a weak smile. “Was it because of your night with the marines? You did not object before?”

“No. Yes.” He huffed and moved to the wall to get his diplomas an pictures. There was a framed photograph of him and John. “No, I don’t care about that.” He left it. “You haven’t heard what happened? I figured the entire city would know by now.”

She hesitated. “Only that you and John had an argument?” She looked around at the half packed boxes and the clothes tossed haphazardly on the bed. “But perhaps it was more serious then that.”

He sank down on the bed heavily, not sure how to begin. Or that he even wanted to. “One of the marines… He thought it was open season on Mckays.”

“He forced himself on you?!” She sounded shocked and furious. Her face shadowed with rage. It was the reaction he’d needed from John.

“He tried.” He muttered.

“Which marine?” Her expression promised he would pay dearly.

He thought of the man he’d left clutching his balls on the floor in a back corridor and was dismayed to find that he wasn’t sure what his name was. Jensen? Jeckles? Something… “The one in Keller’s care right now.” A small surge of smug pride ran through him when he said that, echoed by the pleased look on Teyla’s face.

“You blame John.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.” He admitted. “But that’s not what this is about.”

When he failed to elaborate, she nodded firmly and picked up one of his boxes. “Will you bunk with us?”

He hesitated. John would take care of the marines. He at least trusted him that much. But he thought of moving into an unknown room and was unsettled by the thought of having to sleep alone again. Teyla and Ronon wouldn’t expect anything from him. It would be nice. “Yeah, okay.”

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“He asked too much.” He finally admitted that night when they were laying side by side in Teyla’s giant bed and it was to dark for her to see his face. He didn’t look at the slight gleam of her eyes. He thought of Corporal Angeles, who knelt in the cafeteria and only took food that was fed to him by his mistress’ hand. Not just sometimes, for fun. But all the time. It gave him the creeps. John wanted that. Wanted Rodney as a pet. A toy.

She simply continued to draw intricate patterns on his chest and said nothing. He sighed. “I didn’t care about the marines. That was between us. Just another game.”

They both looked up when Ronon entered the quarters. If he was surprised by Rodney’s presence he didn’t mention it. Just shucked off his clothes and slipped underneath the covers. “Hey.” He rumbled, before bending over to kiss Teyla.
Rodney felt the giant fingers, ruffling his hair in an unspoken question. He simply turned his back to them and went to sleep to the sound of Teyla’s soft gasps.

TBC.

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AN: See, Teyla and Ronon got his back. I thrive on feedback like a junkie thrives on crack!