The Watcher
Fic dedicated to kaziwren who took a poll, and asked for John to dominate someone else other than Rodney. Muses came and went, and this is the result. I hope you enjoy it.
Title:The Watcher
Author: Garneteve
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: John Sheppard (with Carson Beckett)
Prompt: 028 - Dominant
Word Count: 1395
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the fluff that's accumulating under my bed.
Author's Notes:
Thanks to: 50kinkyways
Summary: John has been watching him for more than just the time on Atlantis.
“What is it, Major?”
Carson asked this for the fifth time today. He just couldn’t understand why Major Sheppard continued to stare at him.
He was in the Infirmary, he turned around, and there was John standing in the doorway, looking at him. He had thought nothing of it. Until one hour later when he was in the Mess, eating his lunch, chatting with Rodney, when John sat at another table, opposite Carson, and continued to look.
Carson shrugged that off, perhaps he had a piece of food stuck to his chin.
The third time was in the Department meeting, Carson was listening to Dr Zelenka talk about something or other, and he looked up, and caught John, staring again.
The fourth time, Carson was on his way out of the meeting room, and looked up into Elizabeth’s’ office. There was John, standing at the window, looking down at him.
The fifth and final time that Carson caught John looking at him in as many hours, was back in the Mess over dinner. He had come alone tonight; all his staff and friends were busy doing other things. So he had got his plate of mashed not-potato, and casserole and taken it to an out of the way table so he could be left alone.
*
Before coming to Atlantis, Carson had been involved with Steve. Steve and Carson had been lovers for only six months when Carson was asked to come on this expedition.
Not wanting to let an opportunity like this pass, Carson told his Master, Steve, that he would not be able to continue their contract. That an amazing offer had come up, and he just could not refuse it.
Steve had understood, but during those three months before Carson left, Steve trained Carson hard, leading the Doctor through kinks and fetishes he had only dreamed of.
Steve had always made him kneel in his presence. If Carson had to move anywhere while Steve was around (in the privacy of their house), he would be made to crawl. It was the ultimate gesture of submissiveness to his Master, Carson believed.
Their last night together before Carson went through the Stargate, was one of their most intense nights ever.
Steve took Carson to a BDSM club outside of their state, and while they were there, just like in private, Carson was made to crawl, naked, on a leash beside his Master.
*
Now, not two bites into his meal, he was interrupted by a slight cough, and looked up to see Major Sheppard standing next to him, his own food tray in hand, asking if he could join Carson for dinner.
Carson motioned for the man to sit down opposite him, and continued to eat his meal. He couldn’t help but know that the Major was looking at him, again. He could feel it on his skin. Could feel the heat and lust waft from the man in waves, and Carson couldn’t help but internally shiver at the power John exuded.
Finally, he had had enough of John staring at him.
“Major, what is it?”
“What?” John asked, fork piled high with food halfway to his mouth, stopped and looked at Carson.
“You keep looking at me.” Carson answered, “What is it?”
John squirmed slightly in his chair, uncomfortable with Carsons’ question, he thought.
“Out with it, Major,” Carson said, putting down his cutlery and folding his arms against his chest as he leant back in his chair.
“It’s kinda not the thing to talk about in the Mess hall, publicly.” John whispered, just loud enough for Carson to hear.
“Is it medical, Major?” Carson asked, leaning forward now, intrigued with Johns’ dilemma. “But I fail to see how that makes you keep staring at me.”
“Look, if you come with me, will you just listen without the questions?” John asked, putting down his fork full of food. “Come-on. I know a place we can talk privately.”
The two men got up, and Carson followed John out of the mess hall and through the corridors. Finally, after a few minutes walking, John stood at an unmarked door, and opened it, motioning for Carson to enter before him.
Carson was looking around the room, a small office, two tub-like chairs in two corners, a desk on the right. Carson tried to get his bearings on where he was, when he felt the Majors’ hand on his shoulder.
“Kneel.”
Carsons’ mouth opened in shock, “What do you think you’re doing, telling me to kneel, I’ll do no such thing!” Carson replied indignantly, going to cross his arms across his chest and turn to face the other man.
“Kneel.” Came the second order, with a slight push down on his shoulder, Carson refused to budge.
“I’m not doing anything, Major. I suggest that you don’t…”
Carson couldn’t say anymore as Johns’ other hand came up and covered his mouth as he whispered into the Doctors’ ear, “You will kneel, Carson. If you don’t, I will go.”
Carson stilled as John removed his hand from his mouth, and with a gentle push from the hand on his shoulder, Carson knelt, feeling the stirrings of something low in his belly.
“Very good, Carson.” John said, hand still on the mans’ shoulder.
“What do you want?” Carson asked, trying hard not to let his mind go where it wanted to go.
“I want to please you, Carson. I want to hear you cry out in pleasure.” John leant down, whispering moistly into Carsons’ ear, lips tingling across his earlobe, “I want you to scream my name when you come.”
Carson shivered from the erotic thought John had placed in his mind. It didn’t seem to matter that Carson didn’t want his mind to go there, Johns’ words and actions were taking on a whole new meaning as Carson knelt on the floor.
“Why do you think that I want this?” Carson asked, defiantly raising his chin. He was going to get up and walk out, ignoring his raging emotions for wanting this so badly, and never think of it again, unless Major Sheppard gave him a damn good excuse that he should stay.
“Because,” John replied, cupping Carsons’ jaw softly and tipping his head back, holding Carsons eyes with his deep hazel eyes, pupils dilated with want, he continued in a near whisper, “I saw you that last night, at the club, with your Master.”
Carson breathed in harshly, trying hard not to remember how he had felt, knelt against his Masters’ legs as people came up, talking to his Master. How he was fed only by his Masters’ fingers, licking them clean after each morsel of food was consumed.
“I saw you there, Carson. In all your submissiveness, so gorgeous, so lovely.” John walked around the kneeling figure on the floor, trailing fingers over cotton, playing with the ends of Carsons’ hair, over ears and the soft skin of his cheek. “I remember the way your Master put you on display…collar…cuffs…cock ring…”
Carson closed his eyes, vividly remembering the touch of the three objects his Master had bound him with before they left. This was to be their last night together, and Steve wanted to make a public show of their affection, their relationship.
Steves’ fingers had been gently as he placed those three signs of ownership on Carson, making sure each was snug and comfortable before moving to the next.
“How your cock was so red and dripping, and all I wanted to do was to suck it down and make you moan Carson…”
When his Master placed the cock ring on him, he was already hard. With a few short strokes over his bound cock, he was harder still, biting his lower lip in frustration, unable to call out to his Master to have pity on his slave.
“And what a sight you were, when your Master finally did touch you…”Johns’ hand shook as it slowly traced Carsons’ shirt down over his chest, “When he finally laid you back and took you, right there in front of everyone. You only had eyes for him, didn’t you Carson?”
Carson nodded, unsure of what to say, or even do. What was John trying to prove here? That he had seen Carson that night at the Club? That he was after blackmail material? Something more?
“Why did you break it off, Carson? Why didn’t he come with us? Why didn’t you stay with him?”
Carson kept his eyes shut as he replied, “Steve, my Master, was not cleared for that level of security. I knew it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I couldn’t stay there, not when this chance came up for me. He understood. That was our last night. He wanted to claim our relationship in front of everyone. Make it public. Make me his in front of all those people.” Carson shuddered, but continued, trying to keep his voice steady in the face of talking of his loss. “After we got home that night, he kissed me so gently, took everything off my body, and held me until I fell asleep. When I woke, he was gone.”
John knelt in front of Carson as he continued, “He had asked me not to contact him after that night. He felt that if I did, he would come back begging to have me back. He didn’t want that. Neither did I.”
John could see the tears welling behind the Doctors’ eyelids, and gently brushed the beginnings of tears away.
“He also said that there would always be a special place in his heart for me, that he would never forget me. He wished me all the best that I could find someone as good as him. That I deserved the best.”
“Carson,” John whispered, lost for words, as he cradled Carsons’ face.
“You were there that night?” Carson asked, opening his eyes, studying Johns’ face.
“Yes, I had been invited by some friends who were into the S&M lifestyle, and invited me in the hopes I would join them. But I was too dominant when the time came for them to take me…I guess I just don’t like the idea of being hurt physically. Or getting off on it.” John explained, “But you…you were amazing, Carson. I watched you all that night. Watched every move, watched every flash of devotion to your Master.”
“Is that what you want, John? My devotion, like it was to my Mast…Steve?” Carson asked, sounding so small, John couldn’t help but hold Carson tight.
When John finished being breathless by Carsons words, he leant back, looking deep into Carsons’ blue eyes, and leant forward, claiming the Doctors mouth with a harsh, lusty kiss.
With Carson moaning underneath him, John stepped up his motivation, hands moving down the Doctors’ sides, clinging underneath his shirt onto warm skin that was so velvety, being able to feel Carsons sharp inhaled breath as his hand brushed against a nipple.
“Oh yes,” John whispered, “I see why your Master didn’t want to let you go.”
Carson leaned into the Major’s touch as he lost himself in the sensuality of Johns’ words. His emotions, his locked away feelings and lusts were coming back tenfold as he had put them away all those months ago. Now he craved being dominated again.
Dominated by John.
“Do you want this, Carson?” John asked, cupping his face gently, looking into blue eyes.
And suddenly, Carson was back to being slaved, all those months ago before he came to Atlantis. Before he met John and Rodney, before Zelenka and his hair, before the Wraith.
John could see the subtle change in the mans’ persona, as Carson straightened his back, hands palm down on his thighs, head tilted slightly down, eyes on the floor infront of him.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, Carson.” John confirmed, and seeing the man nod slightly, he continued. “I want to take you as mine, Carson. Dominate you, master you. You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes sir,” Carson replied, eyes still on the ground in front of him.
“That I’ll look after you, spoil you, caress and make love to you, Carson, fuck you hard and deep, take you as mine?”
“Yes, sir.”
John stood, taking in the sight of the man kneeling before him, so totally submissive, and what blood wasn’t there already was sent rushing to his cock as he thought about his Carson. “Stand.” Came the simple order.
Carson stood, eyes still down to the floor, hands behind his back, and the perfect picture of submission.
“I want you to go and think about this,” John said, “As much as I want this, you need to want it too. And if you end up deciding that you don’t want this, with me, then I’ll bother you no more about it.” John promised, reaching out, tilting Carsons’ head up to look at those blue eyes. When Carson met his gaze, he continued, “If you decide that you do want this, you do want me to be your Master, and then we will talk. I will not enter anything without a contract. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.” Came the reply.
“Good boy, Carson. Now, first things first, something for you to think about.” John pulled Carsons’ body flush against his, grinding his hard cock into the mans’ hip. John took Carson’s mouth in a brutally lustful kiss, putting all his want behind it, until it was nothing but a dirty, wet, fucking horny dueling of tongues in each others’ mouth, both panting hard into the others’ mouth, until they had to wrench away to breathe.
“Now go.” John panted, straightening Carsons’ shirt, “Meet me here, tomorrow, give me your answer then, love.”
Reluctantly, Carson pulled away, and moved to the door, looking back over his shoulder with a tiny sad look on his face as he walked out the door.
John sat heavily into one of the chairs in the corner, and sat there some more. He would make Carson his. The man was begging to be taken, mastered, and dominated. And John knew he would be the only one who could give the man what he craved.
With a smile, John left the room, mind already ticking over how he would take Carson as his the next night.
Part II - The Needful
Title:The Watcher
Author: Garneteve
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: John Sheppard (with Carson Beckett)
Prompt: 028 - Dominant
Word Count: 1395
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the fluff that's accumulating under my bed.
Author's Notes:
Thanks to: 50kinkyways
Summary: John has been watching him for more than just the time on Atlantis.
“What is it, Major?”
Carson asked this for the fifth time today. He just couldn’t understand why Major Sheppard continued to stare at him.
He was in the Infirmary, he turned around, and there was John standing in the doorway, looking at him. He had thought nothing of it. Until one hour later when he was in the Mess, eating his lunch, chatting with Rodney, when John sat at another table, opposite Carson, and continued to look.
Carson shrugged that off, perhaps he had a piece of food stuck to his chin.
The third time was in the Department meeting, Carson was listening to Dr Zelenka talk about something or other, and he looked up, and caught John, staring again.
The fourth time, Carson was on his way out of the meeting room, and looked up into Elizabeth’s’ office. There was John, standing at the window, looking down at him.
The fifth and final time that Carson caught John looking at him in as many hours, was back in the Mess over dinner. He had come alone tonight; all his staff and friends were busy doing other things. So he had got his plate of mashed not-potato, and casserole and taken it to an out of the way table so he could be left alone.
*
Before coming to Atlantis, Carson had been involved with Steve. Steve and Carson had been lovers for only six months when Carson was asked to come on this expedition.
Not wanting to let an opportunity like this pass, Carson told his Master, Steve, that he would not be able to continue their contract. That an amazing offer had come up, and he just could not refuse it.
Steve had understood, but during those three months before Carson left, Steve trained Carson hard, leading the Doctor through kinks and fetishes he had only dreamed of.
Steve had always made him kneel in his presence. If Carson had to move anywhere while Steve was around (in the privacy of their house), he would be made to crawl. It was the ultimate gesture of submissiveness to his Master, Carson believed.
Their last night together before Carson went through the Stargate, was one of their most intense nights ever.
Steve took Carson to a BDSM club outside of their state, and while they were there, just like in private, Carson was made to crawl, naked, on a leash beside his Master.
*
Now, not two bites into his meal, he was interrupted by a slight cough, and looked up to see Major Sheppard standing next to him, his own food tray in hand, asking if he could join Carson for dinner.
Carson motioned for the man to sit down opposite him, and continued to eat his meal. He couldn’t help but know that the Major was looking at him, again. He could feel it on his skin. Could feel the heat and lust waft from the man in waves, and Carson couldn’t help but internally shiver at the power John exuded.
Finally, he had had enough of John staring at him.
“Major, what is it?”
“What?” John asked, fork piled high with food halfway to his mouth, stopped and looked at Carson.
“You keep looking at me.” Carson answered, “What is it?”
John squirmed slightly in his chair, uncomfortable with Carsons’ question, he thought.
“Out with it, Major,” Carson said, putting down his cutlery and folding his arms against his chest as he leant back in his chair.
“It’s kinda not the thing to talk about in the Mess hall, publicly.” John whispered, just loud enough for Carson to hear.
“Is it medical, Major?” Carson asked, leaning forward now, intrigued with Johns’ dilemma. “But I fail to see how that makes you keep staring at me.”
“Look, if you come with me, will you just listen without the questions?” John asked, putting down his fork full of food. “Come-on. I know a place we can talk privately.”
The two men got up, and Carson followed John out of the mess hall and through the corridors. Finally, after a few minutes walking, John stood at an unmarked door, and opened it, motioning for Carson to enter before him.
Carson was looking around the room, a small office, two tub-like chairs in two corners, a desk on the right. Carson tried to get his bearings on where he was, when he felt the Majors’ hand on his shoulder.
“Kneel.”
Carsons’ mouth opened in shock, “What do you think you’re doing, telling me to kneel, I’ll do no such thing!” Carson replied indignantly, going to cross his arms across his chest and turn to face the other man.
“Kneel.” Came the second order, with a slight push down on his shoulder, Carson refused to budge.
“I’m not doing anything, Major. I suggest that you don’t…”
Carson couldn’t say anymore as Johns’ other hand came up and covered his mouth as he whispered into the Doctors’ ear, “You will kneel, Carson. If you don’t, I will go.”
Carson stilled as John removed his hand from his mouth, and with a gentle push from the hand on his shoulder, Carson knelt, feeling the stirrings of something low in his belly.
“Very good, Carson.” John said, hand still on the mans’ shoulder.
“What do you want?” Carson asked, trying hard not to let his mind go where it wanted to go.
“I want to please you, Carson. I want to hear you cry out in pleasure.” John leant down, whispering moistly into Carsons’ ear, lips tingling across his earlobe, “I want you to scream my name when you come.”
Carson shivered from the erotic thought John had placed in his mind. It didn’t seem to matter that Carson didn’t want his mind to go there, Johns’ words and actions were taking on a whole new meaning as Carson knelt on the floor.
“Why do you think that I want this?” Carson asked, defiantly raising his chin. He was going to get up and walk out, ignoring his raging emotions for wanting this so badly, and never think of it again, unless Major Sheppard gave him a damn good excuse that he should stay.
“Because,” John replied, cupping Carsons’ jaw softly and tipping his head back, holding Carsons eyes with his deep hazel eyes, pupils dilated with want, he continued in a near whisper, “I saw you that last night, at the club, with your Master.”
Carson breathed in harshly, trying hard not to remember how he had felt, knelt against his Masters’ legs as people came up, talking to his Master. How he was fed only by his Masters’ fingers, licking them clean after each morsel of food was consumed.
“I saw you there, Carson. In all your submissiveness, so gorgeous, so lovely.” John walked around the kneeling figure on the floor, trailing fingers over cotton, playing with the ends of Carsons’ hair, over ears and the soft skin of his cheek. “I remember the way your Master put you on display…collar…cuffs…cock ring…”
Carson closed his eyes, vividly remembering the touch of the three objects his Master had bound him with before they left. This was to be their last night together, and Steve wanted to make a public show of their affection, their relationship.
Steves’ fingers had been gently as he placed those three signs of ownership on Carson, making sure each was snug and comfortable before moving to the next.
“How your cock was so red and dripping, and all I wanted to do was to suck it down and make you moan Carson…”
When his Master placed the cock ring on him, he was already hard. With a few short strokes over his bound cock, he was harder still, biting his lower lip in frustration, unable to call out to his Master to have pity on his slave.
“And what a sight you were, when your Master finally did touch you…”Johns’ hand shook as it slowly traced Carsons’ shirt down over his chest, “When he finally laid you back and took you, right there in front of everyone. You only had eyes for him, didn’t you Carson?”
Carson nodded, unsure of what to say, or even do. What was John trying to prove here? That he had seen Carson that night at the Club? That he was after blackmail material? Something more?
“Why did you break it off, Carson? Why didn’t he come with us? Why didn’t you stay with him?”
Carson kept his eyes shut as he replied, “Steve, my Master, was not cleared for that level of security. I knew it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I couldn’t stay there, not when this chance came up for me. He understood. That was our last night. He wanted to claim our relationship in front of everyone. Make it public. Make me his in front of all those people.” Carson shuddered, but continued, trying to keep his voice steady in the face of talking of his loss. “After we got home that night, he kissed me so gently, took everything off my body, and held me until I fell asleep. When I woke, he was gone.”
John knelt in front of Carson as he continued, “He had asked me not to contact him after that night. He felt that if I did, he would come back begging to have me back. He didn’t want that. Neither did I.”
John could see the tears welling behind the Doctors’ eyelids, and gently brushed the beginnings of tears away.
“He also said that there would always be a special place in his heart for me, that he would never forget me. He wished me all the best that I could find someone as good as him. That I deserved the best.”
“Carson,” John whispered, lost for words, as he cradled Carsons’ face.
“You were there that night?” Carson asked, opening his eyes, studying Johns’ face.
“Yes, I had been invited by some friends who were into the S&M lifestyle, and invited me in the hopes I would join them. But I was too dominant when the time came for them to take me…I guess I just don’t like the idea of being hurt physically. Or getting off on it.” John explained, “But you…you were amazing, Carson. I watched you all that night. Watched every move, watched every flash of devotion to your Master.”
“Is that what you want, John? My devotion, like it was to my Mast…Steve?” Carson asked, sounding so small, John couldn’t help but hold Carson tight.
When John finished being breathless by Carsons words, he leant back, looking deep into Carsons’ blue eyes, and leant forward, claiming the Doctors mouth with a harsh, lusty kiss.
With Carson moaning underneath him, John stepped up his motivation, hands moving down the Doctors’ sides, clinging underneath his shirt onto warm skin that was so velvety, being able to feel Carsons sharp inhaled breath as his hand brushed against a nipple.
“Oh yes,” John whispered, “I see why your Master didn’t want to let you go.”
Carson leaned into the Major’s touch as he lost himself in the sensuality of Johns’ words. His emotions, his locked away feelings and lusts were coming back tenfold as he had put them away all those months ago. Now he craved being dominated again.
Dominated by John.
“Do you want this, Carson?” John asked, cupping his face gently, looking into blue eyes.
And suddenly, Carson was back to being slaved, all those months ago before he came to Atlantis. Before he met John and Rodney, before Zelenka and his hair, before the Wraith.
John could see the subtle change in the mans’ persona, as Carson straightened his back, hands palm down on his thighs, head tilted slightly down, eyes on the floor infront of him.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, Carson.” John confirmed, and seeing the man nod slightly, he continued. “I want to take you as mine, Carson. Dominate you, master you. You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes sir,” Carson replied, eyes still on the ground in front of him.
“That I’ll look after you, spoil you, caress and make love to you, Carson, fuck you hard and deep, take you as mine?”
“Yes, sir.”
John stood, taking in the sight of the man kneeling before him, so totally submissive, and what blood wasn’t there already was sent rushing to his cock as he thought about his Carson. “Stand.” Came the simple order.
Carson stood, eyes still down to the floor, hands behind his back, and the perfect picture of submission.
“I want you to go and think about this,” John said, “As much as I want this, you need to want it too. And if you end up deciding that you don’t want this, with me, then I’ll bother you no more about it.” John promised, reaching out, tilting Carsons’ head up to look at those blue eyes. When Carson met his gaze, he continued, “If you decide that you do want this, you do want me to be your Master, and then we will talk. I will not enter anything without a contract. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.” Came the reply.
“Good boy, Carson. Now, first things first, something for you to think about.” John pulled Carsons’ body flush against his, grinding his hard cock into the mans’ hip. John took Carson’s mouth in a brutally lustful kiss, putting all his want behind it, until it was nothing but a dirty, wet, fucking horny dueling of tongues in each others’ mouth, both panting hard into the others’ mouth, until they had to wrench away to breathe.
“Now go.” John panted, straightening Carsons’ shirt, “Meet me here, tomorrow, give me your answer then, love.”
Reluctantly, Carson pulled away, and moved to the door, looking back over his shoulder with a tiny sad look on his face as he walked out the door.
John sat heavily into one of the chairs in the corner, and sat there some more. He would make Carson his. The man was begging to be taken, mastered, and dominated. And John knew he would be the only one who could give the man what he craved.
With a smile, John left the room, mind already ticking over how he would take Carson as his the next night.
Part II - The Needful