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Written for cliche_bingo
Title: Reflections
Cliche: Mirror, Mirror; etc
Pairing:John/Rodney, Elizabeth/Caldwell
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 1150
Betas: neevebrody and mischief5 It should go without saying, all mistakes are mine.
Summary: John is evil. Caldwell is clever. Mirrors come into play. There's plot and porn!
Part of the Sensual Magic AU where John is a vampire and Rodney is not. Follows Vamp
Reflections
John lay back and gazed up at their reflection. He still had twenty minutes before the timer started the coffee maker and he had to get out of bed. Once the aroma of fresh brew woke up his sleeping Potential, Rodney would practically crawl over him to get to it. John usually found it easier just to get up first, and have the coffee poured and ready.
He actually enjoyed how domestic he’d become since Rodney moved in. Two nights ago, John and Rodney had gone grocery shopping. Grocery shopping. For food. John couldn’t help but grin. Shopping with Rodney was a bit like laying siege on the coffee and snack aisles - complete with a tactical plan to assess the shortest line wait.
Right now though, he’d enjoy the fact that Rodney had kicked his covers off during the night. The thick quilt and silk sheets pooled down around their ankles, and Rodney was snuggled up against him. Warm, cozy, and with his face burrowed into his pillow. Gloriously naked, he slept soundly, completely unaware of the excellent view John had of his attributes. Oh yeah, the mirror over the bed had been a brilliant idea. John’s cock thought so too. He gave it a little comfort tug with a promise of more to come as he gazed up at Rodney’s reflection.
He could bite Rodney all he wanted to now. He could nip at his chest, his belly, or god, his nipples. He could leave a lovely marked trail up the inside of Rodney's thighs. Both of them. It made his fangs throb just thinking about it. Rodney would love it. John knew he would. He’d bite just hard enough to bring the blood to the surface. Delicious little beads that John could lap at and suck. He began to stroke himself in earnest as he mapped out all the places on Rodney’s body he wanted to taste.
John groaned. Almost there, right on the edge, it would take so little to come. His toes curled and his backed arched as he pushed his cock harder into his fist. He was nearly lost in the daze of what his Potential’s blood did to him when he heard a soft gasp. John looked up and met Rodney's gaze. He had no idea how many minutes Rodney had been watching but from Rodney's flushed face, it had been a few.
"John, I, oh god you're so hot like this. I want, I want you to…" Rodney stopped. His flush spread, traveling from his cheeks to his chest, his blood was rising up just under his skin, the heat of it spreading and filling his cock.
The sight fascinated John. He could smell the combination of blood and lust on his Potential and it made his mouth go dry with want.
“Tell me. What? Anything you want, just tell me Rodney.” He couldn’t care less that it sounded like he was begging. He was.
“Come on me. Please John. I, I want you to.” Again, Rodney stuttered to a halt almost as if he thought John could possibly deny him.
John growled. He had Rodney pinned beneath him, knees locked onto either side of Rodney’s hips before he could say another word. John was nearly frantic with lust. He wanted to bite, he wanted to come, he wanted Rodney filling him and …ohhhh. That was his last clear thought.
John leaned over Rodney, panting for breath he didn’t need as he watched Rodney run his fingers through John’s come. He’d striped Rodney from belly to throat and John thought he looked beautiful. Rodney was about to grab his own cock with come slick fingers when John stopped him.
“Not yet.”
“Damn it, John. Yes yet. Yet right now!” Rodney whined up at him.
“Nope. You’re going to bite me first. You wanted to go back to Caldwell’s today. You said you wanted to look at the research again now our memories are back. If we’re going there, I want your fresh mark on me.”
“You are evil.”
“Well, yes. But hey, I made you coffee,” smirked John - just as the timer went off.
~~~*~~~
The full-length mirror in Caldwell’s library was an old one. It stood seven feet tall, and the heavy mahogany frame was carved with exquisite detail. Someone had used the full mastery of their craft to create it. The mirror stood here now because two days ago the old antique dealer had contacted him. The same man that had sold him the picture of Elizabeth. Over the phone, he mentioned how he might have something Caldwell would be interested in, and why not come to his shop after midnight. This is a time that would work for him, yes?
Yes. That had worked very well for him. Steven was beginning to realize the shopkeeper knew far more than he let on. He’d taken Caldwell’s money with a nod and murmur -something about those from the old county showing proper respect. Steven was running his name through his extensive database now. If Radek Zelenka had secrets to hide, they’d have to be buried damn deep for him not to find them.
He brought the mirror home and set it up in the library and now he stood in front of it waiting. He'd glanced away for only a moment when he caught the shadow of movement from the corner of his eye. There she was. She was still wearing the long black gown, her cane in one hand as she reached toward him with the other. Steven moved forward slowly. The first time he saw her in the mirror, he was sure it was a reflection. First, he’d searched the library, then entire house. A futile exercise and he’d howled his frustration to the night. He knew better now.
Elizabeth beckoned him closer. It looked almost like she was offering him her cane. She held it close enough that he could see odd symbols etched into the silver inlay. He pressed his fingertips to the glass but all he felt was its cool, smooth surface. She was close, he was sure of it. He pressed his palm flat against the mirror and she responded in kind. They were palm to palm with this damnable glass separating them and Steven growled in frustration. She was waiting for him; he knew it as sure as he knew his name. This wasn’t a mirror. It was a gateway.
Fortunately, Steven just met someone who knew all about traveling through the spaces between time. This was just another kind of doorway. Devil knew he’d tried his damnest with his collections and his research but Potential abilities had never been fully documented. No one knew exactly what kind of magic they possessed. He had to believe Rodney could fix this.
It was time to call on John and his Potential and ask for help.
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Title: Reflections
Cliche: Mirror, Mirror; etc
Pairing:John/Rodney, Elizabeth/Caldwell
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 1150
Betas: neevebrody and mischief5 It should go without saying, all mistakes are mine.
Summary: John is evil. Caldwell is clever. Mirrors come into play. There's plot and porn!
Part of the Sensual Magic AU where John is a vampire and Rodney is not. Follows Vamp
Reflections
John lay back and gazed up at their reflection. He still had twenty minutes before the timer started the coffee maker and he had to get out of bed. Once the aroma of fresh brew woke up his sleeping Potential, Rodney would practically crawl over him to get to it. John usually found it easier just to get up first, and have the coffee poured and ready.
He actually enjoyed how domestic he’d become since Rodney moved in. Two nights ago, John and Rodney had gone grocery shopping. Grocery shopping. For food. John couldn’t help but grin. Shopping with Rodney was a bit like laying siege on the coffee and snack aisles - complete with a tactical plan to assess the shortest line wait.
Right now though, he’d enjoy the fact that Rodney had kicked his covers off during the night. The thick quilt and silk sheets pooled down around their ankles, and Rodney was snuggled up against him. Warm, cozy, and with his face burrowed into his pillow. Gloriously naked, he slept soundly, completely unaware of the excellent view John had of his attributes. Oh yeah, the mirror over the bed had been a brilliant idea. John’s cock thought so too. He gave it a little comfort tug with a promise of more to come as he gazed up at Rodney’s reflection.
He could bite Rodney all he wanted to now. He could nip at his chest, his belly, or god, his nipples. He could leave a lovely marked trail up the inside of Rodney's thighs. Both of them. It made his fangs throb just thinking about it. Rodney would love it. John knew he would. He’d bite just hard enough to bring the blood to the surface. Delicious little beads that John could lap at and suck. He began to stroke himself in earnest as he mapped out all the places on Rodney’s body he wanted to taste.
John groaned. Almost there, right on the edge, it would take so little to come. His toes curled and his backed arched as he pushed his cock harder into his fist. He was nearly lost in the daze of what his Potential’s blood did to him when he heard a soft gasp. John looked up and met Rodney's gaze. He had no idea how many minutes Rodney had been watching but from Rodney's flushed face, it had been a few.
"John, I, oh god you're so hot like this. I want, I want you to…" Rodney stopped. His flush spread, traveling from his cheeks to his chest, his blood was rising up just under his skin, the heat of it spreading and filling his cock.
The sight fascinated John. He could smell the combination of blood and lust on his Potential and it made his mouth go dry with want.
“Tell me. What? Anything you want, just tell me Rodney.” He couldn’t care less that it sounded like he was begging. He was.
“Come on me. Please John. I, I want you to.” Again, Rodney stuttered to a halt almost as if he thought John could possibly deny him.
John growled. He had Rodney pinned beneath him, knees locked onto either side of Rodney’s hips before he could say another word. John was nearly frantic with lust. He wanted to bite, he wanted to come, he wanted Rodney filling him and …ohhhh. That was his last clear thought.
John leaned over Rodney, panting for breath he didn’t need as he watched Rodney run his fingers through John’s come. He’d striped Rodney from belly to throat and John thought he looked beautiful. Rodney was about to grab his own cock with come slick fingers when John stopped him.
“Not yet.”
“Damn it, John. Yes yet. Yet right now!” Rodney whined up at him.
“Nope. You’re going to bite me first. You wanted to go back to Caldwell’s today. You said you wanted to look at the research again now our memories are back. If we’re going there, I want your fresh mark on me.”
“You are evil.”
“Well, yes. But hey, I made you coffee,” smirked John - just as the timer went off.
~~~*~~~
The full-length mirror in Caldwell’s library was an old one. It stood seven feet tall, and the heavy mahogany frame was carved with exquisite detail. Someone had used the full mastery of their craft to create it. The mirror stood here now because two days ago the old antique dealer had contacted him. The same man that had sold him the picture of Elizabeth. Over the phone, he mentioned how he might have something Caldwell would be interested in, and why not come to his shop after midnight. This is a time that would work for him, yes?
Yes. That had worked very well for him. Steven was beginning to realize the shopkeeper knew far more than he let on. He’d taken Caldwell’s money with a nod and murmur -something about those from the old county showing proper respect. Steven was running his name through his extensive database now. If Radek Zelenka had secrets to hide, they’d have to be buried damn deep for him not to find them.
He brought the mirror home and set it up in the library and now he stood in front of it waiting. He'd glanced away for only a moment when he caught the shadow of movement from the corner of his eye. There she was. She was still wearing the long black gown, her cane in one hand as she reached toward him with the other. Steven moved forward slowly. The first time he saw her in the mirror, he was sure it was a reflection. First, he’d searched the library, then entire house. A futile exercise and he’d howled his frustration to the night. He knew better now.
Elizabeth beckoned him closer. It looked almost like she was offering him her cane. She held it close enough that he could see odd symbols etched into the silver inlay. He pressed his fingertips to the glass but all he felt was its cool, smooth surface. She was close, he was sure of it. He pressed his palm flat against the mirror and she responded in kind. They were palm to palm with this damnable glass separating them and Steven growled in frustration. She was waiting for him; he knew it as sure as he knew his name. This wasn’t a mirror. It was a gateway.
Fortunately, Steven just met someone who knew all about traveling through the spaces between time. This was just another kind of doorway. Devil knew he’d tried his damnest with his collections and his research but Potential abilities had never been fully documented. No one knew exactly what kind of magic they possessed. He had to believe Rodney could fix this.
It was time to call on John and his Potential and ask for help.
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