Darkroom 02 - Part 1
Title: The Darkroom of Atlantis
Author: Soledad
Category: Threesomes and moresomes - all varieties
Characters: Grodin/Miko/Zelenka, Simpson/Kavanagh implied, in this chapter
Rating: Adults only!
Genre: PWP, Romance (sort of), Series
Warnings: Adult themes
Timeframe: between Siege 3 and Intruder
Summary: Miko and her associates think of a new Themenabend in the Darkroom.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the settings or anything related. All I own is a weird plot idea and some OCs that would appear later.
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PRELUDE
A/N: This is the second story arc of the “Darkroom” series. These arcs are independent ones and can be read alone. What you might want to read, however, is the Introduction to the series, which explains the settings in some more length.
While not exactly an AU, this series has both Markham and Grodin alive. Unlike in the “Moments of Joy” AU, in this one I work with the canonical Dr. Weir, as played by Torri Higginson.
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The alarm clock set off at the usual ungodly early hour, and Miko reached out automatically to silence it, thus buying herself another ten minutes of blessed slumber - only to find her arm blocked by something white… and rather hard. Still befuddled from not nearly enough sleep, she felt her way up the strange object and encountered smooth, warm skin. She opened bleary eyes, noticing the dark mahogany colour, and the first synapses providing coherent thought fired up, finally recognizing the object for what it was: an arm, in a cast.
The familiar scent of a certain aftershave joined the sight of the arm, defining its owner, who seemed to have rolled onto his side in his sleep, throwing aforementioned arm, cast and all, across Miko, effectively pinning her down.
“Peter,” she murmured, trying to lift the broken arm without waking its owner, so that she could get up and switch off that damn alarm clock. “Peter, let go…”
The sleeping man didn’t move, but on her other side, blue eyes opened in a face deeply lined with exhaustion, blinking owlishly.
“Máte přání, milácku?” her other bedmate asked softly, with the adorable expression of a lost puppy on his sleepy face, his wispy hair sticking out in every direction.
“Peter has trapped me,” Miko explained in a low voice. “I must get up, but I don’t want to wake him.”
“He needs beauty sleep,” Radek nodded in agreement, then yawned heart-rendingly. “He’s not only one.”
“True, but you need to get up, too,” Miko reminded him. “Or there would be problems.”
“Am not afraid of Rodney,” Radek said darkly. “He’s miserable little man…”
“… and he’s on Earth, right now,” Miko interrupted him. “You’re head of science department now, have you forgotten?”
“Oh,” Radek’s face fell as reality hit home. “I have, haven’t I? Is very unfortunate that when slave driver has finally left for months, I still can’t stay in bed because I got to do his job, too.”
“But you can get his coffee, too, and you can shower with me,” Miko offered. “If you free me from Peter’s clutches, that is.”
Radek seemed to find that a proper substitute for more sleep, and less than ten minutes later they were standing in the shower cubicle, engaged in activities that weren’t necessarily part of one’s morning ritual. Although Radek wasn’t nineteen anymore, as he frequently pointed out, five hours of sleep had been enough recovery time for him to sport a splendid morning erection, and Miko thought it would be a shame to waste that.
Besides, having sex in the shower while their shared lover was sleeping next door was only one of the deliciously dirty things she’d come to appreciate since she’d gotten hooked up with those two.
It had all begun with the discovery of what they thought to be an abandoned recreational area of the Ancients, perhaps two months or so before the siege. Peter and Radek, who’d been friends and lovers since Antarctica, had recognized the need of the hour and organized the biggest hit on Atlantis’ black market: a swinger club, where people could have anonymous sex with no strings attached, or rent a room for an undisturbed evening with their chosen partner.
As the organising of their… unofficial business required a great deal of computer skills, they’d enlisted Miko’s help early on. She found great delight in the task - and in their company. She’d been surprised to find out that only Peter considered himself actually gay - that Radek, in fact, was divorced with a child at home - and that both were more than willing to include her into their partnership. As Miko was straight but not bothered by two men making out in her presence, their little triangle gave every single one of them exactly what they needed.
Radek dearly loved Peter, on several levels, but he still needed a female partner to have a satisfying sex live; he was a skilled and considerate lover, and Miko found great delight in him. But this was not the only satisfaction she found in her partners.
Growing up in a very conservative Japanese family meant for a daughter that she had to fight hard if she wanted a scientific career. Even in the 21st century, sons had it a lot easier than daughters. And even if a daughter managed the near-impossible (usually in a foreign country, which, in Miko’s case, was the United States), the danger of falling back to indoctrinated behavioural patterns was very real.
Nobody knew that that better than Miko.
She was a brilliant computer scientist who’d got chosen for the Atlantis expedition due to her skills and knowledge. She was one of the best and the brightest, and she knew that. And yet she allowed Dr. McKay to treat her as if she wouldn’t count. To yell at her, to belittle her work, to make her perform tasks no American secretary would be willing to do.
He didn’t even remember her name, most of the time. The fact that he often didn’t remember Radek’s, either, didn’t count. Dr. McKay respected Radek, while he treated Miko like a subordinate. Like a useless subordinate.
It was dangerous pattern, for which she needed a balance, unless she wanted to lose all the self-confidence she’d worked so hard to achieve all her life. Peter and Radek offered her a way to find that balance.
Of course, her friends back home, the ones who fought the same battle on a daily basis, would think that sharing her bed with two highly respected and influential men probably wasn’t truly an alternative. But her friends couldn’t know how different things were in Atlantis, where men outnumbered women two to one, and thus the usual social structures didn’t work.
Besides, her… association with Peter and Radek enabled her to explore her darker side once again. True, she’d worked as a domina in Tokyo during college to save enough money for her post-graduate year in Princeton. To be able to gain her PhD in the land of opportunities. But that hadn’t been the only reason. She loved role-playing, and she truly got off on the power that her role as a domina gave her over her customers. To see all those rich and influential and highly successful males crawl on all fours and lick her boots filled her with grim satisfaction.
She didn’t need that sort of satisfaction with her current partners. They made her sated and happy all the time, so it wasn’t too hard to ignore Dr. McKay’s complete lack of social graces, as soon as she left the lab. It was usually Radek whom she had the actual sex with. Peter was mostly a voyeur during these three-way encounters. He liked to hold her in his arms, hugged to his chest, while Radek took her, though, playing with her and stimulating her with his clever hands. And when the two men kissed each other passionately over her shoulder, with Radek still deeply joined with her, it was the hottest thing she’d experienced in her entire life.
On the rare occasions when Peter wanted to take her, he preferred anal intercourse, and Miko had grown to like it the Greek way, though she’d never have believed, had anyone told her that she would. In his own way, Peter was just as gentle and considerate as Radek, and the thought of being desired by him, who’d only ever wanted men in his bed before, made her forget the small discomfort.
She was glad that neither of them asked her to go down on him. For some reason, that though grossed her out to no end. Which was strange, considering all things they were doing together, but everyone had his or her squick factor, and performing oral sex on men was hers (although she didn’t mind to be on the receiving end). Fortunately, her two men took good care of each other in that area.
Her legs wrapped around Radek’s waist, her back pressed against the wet tiles, Miko arched against her lover’s gently insistent thrusts and bit her lower lip to hold back her scream. Peter needed his sleep, and that had nothing to do with beauty. He was still recovering from the severe injuries suffered by the destruction of that Ancient satellite weapon.
It had been a miracle that the Daedalus found him at all, on that small moon, in the subterranean outpost where the emergency transporters had evacuated him in the last moment. But he’d already been severely injured, and it took Dr. Beckett two separate operations to set his broken bones and remove his ruptured spleen. This was only the second night he spent in their shared quarters.
Well, actually, those were Miko’s quarters to be accurate. But one of the advantages of living with an engineer - well, with two engineers - was that they could modify any given room to their own advantage. It had been sheer luck that Peter and Radek had been assigned next door at the beginning. Miko had changed quarters in their fourth month in Atlantis, using the fact that everyone wanted to have bigger quarters, while she was happier in smaller ones. It hadn’t needed much of a diplomatic effort to maneuvre Dr. Brown into swapping quarters with her; Kathie wanted to be closer to Dr. McKay, whom she’d been doggedly pursuing for some time anyway - for reasons nobody really understood.
Miko, Peter and Radek had been trying various ways of living together. As all three liked to cuddle together in bed, regardless of the short length of their nights, finally they all ended up using Miko’s bedroom. It had a low mattress, larger than even king-size, on the floor, where they all had enough room to have a restful sleep together - or for more vigorous activities, if they did feel up to it. The two men created small, well-concealed doors between the three quarters, so that they could move freely from one to another, while still keeping a modest face for the outside world.
Of course, this arrangement also led to the almost exclusive use of Miko’s bathroom, too. Especially when two of them - or all three, though that was a less frequent occasion - chose to use it at the same time. Usually, those times included more than just washing.
Miko shuddered in her climax and combed her fingers through Radek’s wet hair, plastered to his skull by the needle-thin spray of the shower. He smiled at her.
“Was good, yes?” he asked. He was not fishing for compliments, and she knew it. He just wanted to know if she was satisfied.
She smiled back at him. “Very good, thank you. We should finish our shower, though. We’ve got work to do.”
“Lots of work,” he agreed regretfully and lowered her to her feet again.
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Another long day followed, with eleven hours of work, save from way too short lunch and coffee breaks (well, tea break for Miko) and several stolen minutes when they dropped in to look after Peter.
The mood in the engineering section had been a particularly foul one, with doctors Simpson and Kavanagh shouting at each other all the time. They did that frequently, and their fighting had turned particularly vicious after their recent break-up. That was the disadvantage of living in such a small, closed community - it was hard to avoid one’s ex, especially when working in the same lab.
“I fear life won’t be easier when Rodney returns,” Peter said, when, at the end of the incruciatingly long day, his two partners finally came home.
“Mhm,” Radek agreed, rolling his aching shoulders and groaning in pleasure as Miko’s small, warm hands worked on the knotted muscles of his back. She truly had magic fingers. “I expect open mutiny from new members of engineering department soon after he starts yelling at everyone and calling them idiots, imbeciles and morons.”
The other two nodded, knowing that it could become a problem indeed. The survivors of the original engineering crew, who’d gone through the first hellish year of Atlantis together, knew all to well what was truly hidden behind Dr. McKay’s rudeness and arrogance: fear. Fear that one day he’d run out of the miracles everyone was always expecting from him. That he wouldn’t be able to save the city again, when something goes horribly wrong the next time.
It was a fear they all shared. But nobody was under as much pressure as Dr. McKay. Being a certifiable genius also meant that people expected him to do the impossible at a whim of his heart.
So far, he’d always succeeded. But there were no guarantees that he always would.
Yes, Dr. McKay could be a jerk sometimes - well, to be honest, he was a jerk almost permanently - and it was difficult to work for him at the best of times. Even for incredibly talented people like Radek, or for devoted perfectionists like Miko. He was arrogant, loud, and whiny, he could drive people crazy with his ceaseless complaining, and his table manners - or the complete lack thereof - could ruin other people’s appetites for good. But he was still their best hope for survival. And the sooner the newbies understood that, the better.
Nonetheless, the united brains behind the Darkroom (the best ones of them currently present) had realized that something had to be done about the situation. Some of that work could be done before Dr. McKay’s return, but they all agreed that preventive clarification among the newbies wouldn’t be enough to save Rodney from making too many enemies.
Something needed to be done for the man himself.
“He needs outlet,” Radek said gravely. “He’d greatly benefit from session with Miko - or with Sergeant Bates - I think.”
Miko shook her head doubtfully.
“I don’t believe you can persuade him to try,” she said. “Especially since you never tried it yourself.”
“I don’t need it,” Radek turned back to give her a light kiss, then leaned forward to accept a long, deep-tongued one from Peter. “Am very fortunate man,” he added, a little breathlessly, when Peter finally allowed him to come up for air, “to have you both in my life. Poor Rodney has no one.”
Miko blinked. “I thought he had Maj… Colonel Sheppard.”
“Is popular misconception,” Radek told her. “Rodney tries to prove himself to Colonel Sheppard because Rodney wants to be best in everything, even in things he cannot. And Colonel Sheppard likes to make fool of Rodney, to laugh at him beyond his back,” he added a little angrily, “which is why people seem to think they’re just teasing each other all the time.”
“They are not?” Miko asked in honest surprise.
Radek shook his head.
“Is very serious fight for dominance between them,” he said. “Rodney feels threatened by colonel who has very strong, natural ATA gene and is not dumb as Rodney would expect from military.”
“Could have fooled me,” Peter commented dryly.
“No, no, no,” Radek said. “He does act foolish because he has ego of the size of solar system and libido twice as large. But he really has very high IQ, besides blowing up and killing things, and that makes Rodney uncertain around him.”
“Jealous, you mean,” Peter said. Radek grinned.
“That, too. Rodney would like alien princesses throw themselves to his feet, too.”
“Dr. Brown does exactly that,” Miko pointed out, “and yet Dr. McKay does not show any interest.”
“Oh, but she’s only botanist,” Radek grinned. “Not really science, not in Rodney’s eyes.”
“It doesn’t involve math,” Miko agreed. “Only math can make someone desirable in Dr. McKay’s eyes. Katie should settle for Dr. Parrish and drool with him over alien plants. They would be a perfect match.”
They all laughed. Radek shrugged off his blue sciences uniform and left for a shower. Miko, already done with that part of her personal hygiene, curled up against Peter’s side, wearing only an oversized T-shirt, as usual.
“Anyway,” she said, "we got request for a new Themenabend in the Darkroom. Several people asked for a traditional evening with geisha.”
“Or what they think would be a traditional evening with geisha,” Peter grinned.
Both he and Radek had familiarized themselves with Japanese traditions for Miko’s sake, so he knew that geisha were not prostitutes. A lot of people still seemed to think they were, though. The inability - or unwillingness - of some people to check simple facts never ceased to amaze him.
It also irritated the scientist in him to no end, because, let be honest, just how hard it was to do some basic research?
“Certainly, what they are thinking of would be more the tayu,” Miko agreed,” even though they do not really exist anymore. But the Darkroom is there to provide people with their personal fantasies, so why not? I have consulted some of our Japanese… acquaintances, and found a few who’d be willing to play the role accordingly.”
“You have?” Peter was a little surprised. “I thought your people didn’t take the maiming of your culture kindly.”
“We do not,” Miko shrugged, “but not everyone has been raised in respect for traditions. Besides, with proper clothing and make-up, everyone can look like a geisha. Even men, if they have to.”
“Oh, but can they move and behave like one?” Radek asked, coming back from the bathroom, a clean towel slung dangerously low around his waist. He was thinking of female soldiers, of course, who - while perhaps more than willing to get properly laid - would be hard-pressed to make the impression of petite Oriental women.
Miko smiled, guessing what was going through his mind.
“I meant other Asians,” she said. “Private Yamato has offered to give them a crash course in appropriate behaviour.”
“Yamato?” with some effort, Peter tore his eyes from the thin trail of hair leading suggestively to Radek’s groin, barely hidden by the towel.
His mild shock was more than understandable. Private Yamato, while short and slender, was a tough, gung-ho Marine, with a black belt in several martial arts - and very, very male.
Miko shrugged. “He is gay. And as you know, male geisha, also known as hokan, had been there a lot longer than female ones. Private Yamato has an aunt back on Earth who used to be an experienced geisha before retiring due to high age and following the rest of the family to the States. He used to live in her house in Kyoto for years, and was trained in several traditional skills.”
“I can see how that might be useful in the context of ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’, actually,” Peter said thoughtfully. “And it promises an… interesting evening in any case. Is he coming as a male or as a female?”
“As a female,” Miko said. “The traditional make-up will cover the differences. Dr. Kavanagh has offered to mix for us the bintsuke-abura and the white powder. He said he hadn’t had the chance to play with chemicals for fun since we left Earth.”
“Let’s just hope the stuff won’t explode,” Peter grimaced.
Miko swatted him on his good arm.
“Don’t be so mean to Dr. Kavanagh! He’s not an idiot, you know. He’s just… difficult sometimes.”
“Arrogant, abrasive and rude would be better description,” Radek remarked dryly.
“He’s not any worse than Dr. McKay,” Miko said, turning very serious all of the sudden. “Actually, he’s a lot easier to bear. The only difference is that people - at least the members of the original expedition - are willing to overlook a lot because Dr. McKay keeps saving their lives. But that might change, soon, with all the new people around us, and you know that.”
“Not for Kavanagh, I imagine,” Radek said.
Miko nodded but her eyes were dark with anger.
“Perhaps. But if you two and Dr. McKay would treat Dr. Kavanagh as the good scientist he is - and I know he’s very good in his field, we used to work together at SGC - he might stop complaining all the time and become a lot more efficient. It’s hard to do outstanding work when one’s permanently assigned to sewer treatment - a task suitable for a third grade technician.”
“He’s an engineer,” Radek said, just a tad defensively.
“So are you,” Miko replied, “but you never had to work in the sewers. Let’s be honest, Dr. McKay tends to assign people he doesn’t like to unpleasant duties, without rotation. If I were Dr. Kavanagh, I would complain, too.”
Peter felt the tension between his partners reach a really unpleasant level and saw the time ripe for an intervention.
“Are you going to take a role in the geisha night?” he asked Miko.
She recognized the not-so-subtle suggestion to change the topic but smiled indulgently. It had been clear that Peter would come to Radek’s rescue, no matter what. From the three of them, Peter was definitely the one most in love.
“It depends,” she replied. “A geisha needs a danna - a patron who supports her lifestyle. I wonder if I shall find a man important and generous enough to take over that part.”
Her eyes laughed as she looked at Radek. Radek’s eyes sparkled in answer at the mental images taking shape before his mind’s eye. Those images had nothing to do with Japanese traditions - but they were… endearing.
“Oh, I imagine you would,” he said, his grin growing from ear to ear.
“But does such a patron not serve an overlord?” Peter asked, getting into the spirit of the game. “And should he not offer his protégée to his overlord first?”
The other two looked at him in pleasant surprise. This was the first time since his rescuing that Peter would show any interest for their erotic games, although they had played them all the time before. Perhaps he was really on the mend, Radek thought in relief.
“You imagine overlord would be interested in beautiful geisha?” he asked with twinkling eyes.
“I believe so,” Peter slowly pulled up the hem of Miko’s oversized T-shirt, baring her pleasantly rounded bottom. “Who could resist such a pretty arse? Surely not an overlord.”
He slid his hand around Miko’s ass, tracing the perfect curves and smiled. There was something predatory in his glance, something that made her shiver.
“Are you up to it?” Radek asked earnestly.
“Not in this moment,” Peter squeezed a soft asscheek gently, his regret obvious. “But as soon as I get a clean bill of health from Dr. Nguyen. In the meantime… you know how much I love to watch the two of you make love.”
“Peter, I’m not nineteen years old anymore,” Radek laughed quietly. “Was long and hard day.”
Peter snatched away that towel with his free hand before Radek could have reacted.
“I’d say the day wasn’t the only thing that was long and hard,” he teased, with a pointed look at Radek’s groin that was already showing definite interest.
Radek, used to nudity in his lovers’ company, grinned at him, and then turned to Miko.
“Are you in the mood, milácku?” he asked.
Miko hesitated for a moment. To tell the truth, she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than her well-deserved sleep. But her two men were looking at her with such fond, hopeful eyes that it was hard to resist them. Besides, sex with Radek was always pleasurable… especially now that Peter showed some interest for participation again.
“Inspire me,” she replied, stretching languorously under the two pairs of hands already upon her body.
Part 2
Author: Soledad
Category: Threesomes and moresomes - all varieties
Characters: Grodin/Miko/Zelenka, Simpson/Kavanagh implied, in this chapter
Rating: Adults only!
Genre: PWP, Romance (sort of), Series
Warnings: Adult themes
Timeframe: between Siege 3 and Intruder
Summary: Miko and her associates think of a new Themenabend in the Darkroom.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the settings or anything related. All I own is a weird plot idea and some OCs that would appear later.
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PRELUDE
A/N: This is the second story arc of the “Darkroom” series. These arcs are independent ones and can be read alone. What you might want to read, however, is the Introduction to the series, which explains the settings in some more length.
While not exactly an AU, this series has both Markham and Grodin alive. Unlike in the “Moments of Joy” AU, in this one I work with the canonical Dr. Weir, as played by Torri Higginson.
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The alarm clock set off at the usual ungodly early hour, and Miko reached out automatically to silence it, thus buying herself another ten minutes of blessed slumber - only to find her arm blocked by something white… and rather hard. Still befuddled from not nearly enough sleep, she felt her way up the strange object and encountered smooth, warm skin. She opened bleary eyes, noticing the dark mahogany colour, and the first synapses providing coherent thought fired up, finally recognizing the object for what it was: an arm, in a cast.
The familiar scent of a certain aftershave joined the sight of the arm, defining its owner, who seemed to have rolled onto his side in his sleep, throwing aforementioned arm, cast and all, across Miko, effectively pinning her down.
“Peter,” she murmured, trying to lift the broken arm without waking its owner, so that she could get up and switch off that damn alarm clock. “Peter, let go…”
The sleeping man didn’t move, but on her other side, blue eyes opened in a face deeply lined with exhaustion, blinking owlishly.
“Máte přání, milácku?” her other bedmate asked softly, with the adorable expression of a lost puppy on his sleepy face, his wispy hair sticking out in every direction.
“Peter has trapped me,” Miko explained in a low voice. “I must get up, but I don’t want to wake him.”
“He needs beauty sleep,” Radek nodded in agreement, then yawned heart-rendingly. “He’s not only one.”
“True, but you need to get up, too,” Miko reminded him. “Or there would be problems.”
“Am not afraid of Rodney,” Radek said darkly. “He’s miserable little man…”
“… and he’s on Earth, right now,” Miko interrupted him. “You’re head of science department now, have you forgotten?”
“Oh,” Radek’s face fell as reality hit home. “I have, haven’t I? Is very unfortunate that when slave driver has finally left for months, I still can’t stay in bed because I got to do his job, too.”
“But you can get his coffee, too, and you can shower with me,” Miko offered. “If you free me from Peter’s clutches, that is.”
Radek seemed to find that a proper substitute for more sleep, and less than ten minutes later they were standing in the shower cubicle, engaged in activities that weren’t necessarily part of one’s morning ritual. Although Radek wasn’t nineteen anymore, as he frequently pointed out, five hours of sleep had been enough recovery time for him to sport a splendid morning erection, and Miko thought it would be a shame to waste that.
Besides, having sex in the shower while their shared lover was sleeping next door was only one of the deliciously dirty things she’d come to appreciate since she’d gotten hooked up with those two.
It had all begun with the discovery of what they thought to be an abandoned recreational area of the Ancients, perhaps two months or so before the siege. Peter and Radek, who’d been friends and lovers since Antarctica, had recognized the need of the hour and organized the biggest hit on Atlantis’ black market: a swinger club, where people could have anonymous sex with no strings attached, or rent a room for an undisturbed evening with their chosen partner.
As the organising of their… unofficial business required a great deal of computer skills, they’d enlisted Miko’s help early on. She found great delight in the task - and in their company. She’d been surprised to find out that only Peter considered himself actually gay - that Radek, in fact, was divorced with a child at home - and that both were more than willing to include her into their partnership. As Miko was straight but not bothered by two men making out in her presence, their little triangle gave every single one of them exactly what they needed.
Radek dearly loved Peter, on several levels, but he still needed a female partner to have a satisfying sex live; he was a skilled and considerate lover, and Miko found great delight in him. But this was not the only satisfaction she found in her partners.
Growing up in a very conservative Japanese family meant for a daughter that she had to fight hard if she wanted a scientific career. Even in the 21st century, sons had it a lot easier than daughters. And even if a daughter managed the near-impossible (usually in a foreign country, which, in Miko’s case, was the United States), the danger of falling back to indoctrinated behavioural patterns was very real.
Nobody knew that that better than Miko.
She was a brilliant computer scientist who’d got chosen for the Atlantis expedition due to her skills and knowledge. She was one of the best and the brightest, and she knew that. And yet she allowed Dr. McKay to treat her as if she wouldn’t count. To yell at her, to belittle her work, to make her perform tasks no American secretary would be willing to do.
He didn’t even remember her name, most of the time. The fact that he often didn’t remember Radek’s, either, didn’t count. Dr. McKay respected Radek, while he treated Miko like a subordinate. Like a useless subordinate.
It was dangerous pattern, for which she needed a balance, unless she wanted to lose all the self-confidence she’d worked so hard to achieve all her life. Peter and Radek offered her a way to find that balance.
Of course, her friends back home, the ones who fought the same battle on a daily basis, would think that sharing her bed with two highly respected and influential men probably wasn’t truly an alternative. But her friends couldn’t know how different things were in Atlantis, where men outnumbered women two to one, and thus the usual social structures didn’t work.
Besides, her… association with Peter and Radek enabled her to explore her darker side once again. True, she’d worked as a domina in Tokyo during college to save enough money for her post-graduate year in Princeton. To be able to gain her PhD in the land of opportunities. But that hadn’t been the only reason. She loved role-playing, and she truly got off on the power that her role as a domina gave her over her customers. To see all those rich and influential and highly successful males crawl on all fours and lick her boots filled her with grim satisfaction.
She didn’t need that sort of satisfaction with her current partners. They made her sated and happy all the time, so it wasn’t too hard to ignore Dr. McKay’s complete lack of social graces, as soon as she left the lab. It was usually Radek whom she had the actual sex with. Peter was mostly a voyeur during these three-way encounters. He liked to hold her in his arms, hugged to his chest, while Radek took her, though, playing with her and stimulating her with his clever hands. And when the two men kissed each other passionately over her shoulder, with Radek still deeply joined with her, it was the hottest thing she’d experienced in her entire life.
On the rare occasions when Peter wanted to take her, he preferred anal intercourse, and Miko had grown to like it the Greek way, though she’d never have believed, had anyone told her that she would. In his own way, Peter was just as gentle and considerate as Radek, and the thought of being desired by him, who’d only ever wanted men in his bed before, made her forget the small discomfort.
She was glad that neither of them asked her to go down on him. For some reason, that though grossed her out to no end. Which was strange, considering all things they were doing together, but everyone had his or her squick factor, and performing oral sex on men was hers (although she didn’t mind to be on the receiving end). Fortunately, her two men took good care of each other in that area.
Her legs wrapped around Radek’s waist, her back pressed against the wet tiles, Miko arched against her lover’s gently insistent thrusts and bit her lower lip to hold back her scream. Peter needed his sleep, and that had nothing to do with beauty. He was still recovering from the severe injuries suffered by the destruction of that Ancient satellite weapon.
It had been a miracle that the Daedalus found him at all, on that small moon, in the subterranean outpost where the emergency transporters had evacuated him in the last moment. But he’d already been severely injured, and it took Dr. Beckett two separate operations to set his broken bones and remove his ruptured spleen. This was only the second night he spent in their shared quarters.
Well, actually, those were Miko’s quarters to be accurate. But one of the advantages of living with an engineer - well, with two engineers - was that they could modify any given room to their own advantage. It had been sheer luck that Peter and Radek had been assigned next door at the beginning. Miko had changed quarters in their fourth month in Atlantis, using the fact that everyone wanted to have bigger quarters, while she was happier in smaller ones. It hadn’t needed much of a diplomatic effort to maneuvre Dr. Brown into swapping quarters with her; Kathie wanted to be closer to Dr. McKay, whom she’d been doggedly pursuing for some time anyway - for reasons nobody really understood.
Miko, Peter and Radek had been trying various ways of living together. As all three liked to cuddle together in bed, regardless of the short length of their nights, finally they all ended up using Miko’s bedroom. It had a low mattress, larger than even king-size, on the floor, where they all had enough room to have a restful sleep together - or for more vigorous activities, if they did feel up to it. The two men created small, well-concealed doors between the three quarters, so that they could move freely from one to another, while still keeping a modest face for the outside world.
Of course, this arrangement also led to the almost exclusive use of Miko’s bathroom, too. Especially when two of them - or all three, though that was a less frequent occasion - chose to use it at the same time. Usually, those times included more than just washing.
Miko shuddered in her climax and combed her fingers through Radek’s wet hair, plastered to his skull by the needle-thin spray of the shower. He smiled at her.
“Was good, yes?” he asked. He was not fishing for compliments, and she knew it. He just wanted to know if she was satisfied.
She smiled back at him. “Very good, thank you. We should finish our shower, though. We’ve got work to do.”
“Lots of work,” he agreed regretfully and lowered her to her feet again.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Another long day followed, with eleven hours of work, save from way too short lunch and coffee breaks (well, tea break for Miko) and several stolen minutes when they dropped in to look after Peter.
The mood in the engineering section had been a particularly foul one, with doctors Simpson and Kavanagh shouting at each other all the time. They did that frequently, and their fighting had turned particularly vicious after their recent break-up. That was the disadvantage of living in such a small, closed community - it was hard to avoid one’s ex, especially when working in the same lab.
“I fear life won’t be easier when Rodney returns,” Peter said, when, at the end of the incruciatingly long day, his two partners finally came home.
“Mhm,” Radek agreed, rolling his aching shoulders and groaning in pleasure as Miko’s small, warm hands worked on the knotted muscles of his back. She truly had magic fingers. “I expect open mutiny from new members of engineering department soon after he starts yelling at everyone and calling them idiots, imbeciles and morons.”
The other two nodded, knowing that it could become a problem indeed. The survivors of the original engineering crew, who’d gone through the first hellish year of Atlantis together, knew all to well what was truly hidden behind Dr. McKay’s rudeness and arrogance: fear. Fear that one day he’d run out of the miracles everyone was always expecting from him. That he wouldn’t be able to save the city again, when something goes horribly wrong the next time.
It was a fear they all shared. But nobody was under as much pressure as Dr. McKay. Being a certifiable genius also meant that people expected him to do the impossible at a whim of his heart.
So far, he’d always succeeded. But there were no guarantees that he always would.
Yes, Dr. McKay could be a jerk sometimes - well, to be honest, he was a jerk almost permanently - and it was difficult to work for him at the best of times. Even for incredibly talented people like Radek, or for devoted perfectionists like Miko. He was arrogant, loud, and whiny, he could drive people crazy with his ceaseless complaining, and his table manners - or the complete lack thereof - could ruin other people’s appetites for good. But he was still their best hope for survival. And the sooner the newbies understood that, the better.
Nonetheless, the united brains behind the Darkroom (the best ones of them currently present) had realized that something had to be done about the situation. Some of that work could be done before Dr. McKay’s return, but they all agreed that preventive clarification among the newbies wouldn’t be enough to save Rodney from making too many enemies.
Something needed to be done for the man himself.
“He needs outlet,” Radek said gravely. “He’d greatly benefit from session with Miko - or with Sergeant Bates - I think.”
Miko shook her head doubtfully.
“I don’t believe you can persuade him to try,” she said. “Especially since you never tried it yourself.”
“I don’t need it,” Radek turned back to give her a light kiss, then leaned forward to accept a long, deep-tongued one from Peter. “Am very fortunate man,” he added, a little breathlessly, when Peter finally allowed him to come up for air, “to have you both in my life. Poor Rodney has no one.”
Miko blinked. “I thought he had Maj… Colonel Sheppard.”
“Is popular misconception,” Radek told her. “Rodney tries to prove himself to Colonel Sheppard because Rodney wants to be best in everything, even in things he cannot. And Colonel Sheppard likes to make fool of Rodney, to laugh at him beyond his back,” he added a little angrily, “which is why people seem to think they’re just teasing each other all the time.”
“They are not?” Miko asked in honest surprise.
Radek shook his head.
“Is very serious fight for dominance between them,” he said. “Rodney feels threatened by colonel who has very strong, natural ATA gene and is not dumb as Rodney would expect from military.”
“Could have fooled me,” Peter commented dryly.
“No, no, no,” Radek said. “He does act foolish because he has ego of the size of solar system and libido twice as large. But he really has very high IQ, besides blowing up and killing things, and that makes Rodney uncertain around him.”
“Jealous, you mean,” Peter said. Radek grinned.
“That, too. Rodney would like alien princesses throw themselves to his feet, too.”
“Dr. Brown does exactly that,” Miko pointed out, “and yet Dr. McKay does not show any interest.”
“Oh, but she’s only botanist,” Radek grinned. “Not really science, not in Rodney’s eyes.”
“It doesn’t involve math,” Miko agreed. “Only math can make someone desirable in Dr. McKay’s eyes. Katie should settle for Dr. Parrish and drool with him over alien plants. They would be a perfect match.”
They all laughed. Radek shrugged off his blue sciences uniform and left for a shower. Miko, already done with that part of her personal hygiene, curled up against Peter’s side, wearing only an oversized T-shirt, as usual.
“Anyway,” she said, "we got request for a new Themenabend in the Darkroom. Several people asked for a traditional evening with geisha.”
“Or what they think would be a traditional evening with geisha,” Peter grinned.
Both he and Radek had familiarized themselves with Japanese traditions for Miko’s sake, so he knew that geisha were not prostitutes. A lot of people still seemed to think they were, though. The inability - or unwillingness - of some people to check simple facts never ceased to amaze him.
It also irritated the scientist in him to no end, because, let be honest, just how hard it was to do some basic research?
“Certainly, what they are thinking of would be more the tayu,” Miko agreed,” even though they do not really exist anymore. But the Darkroom is there to provide people with their personal fantasies, so why not? I have consulted some of our Japanese… acquaintances, and found a few who’d be willing to play the role accordingly.”
“You have?” Peter was a little surprised. “I thought your people didn’t take the maiming of your culture kindly.”
“We do not,” Miko shrugged, “but not everyone has been raised in respect for traditions. Besides, with proper clothing and make-up, everyone can look like a geisha. Even men, if they have to.”
“Oh, but can they move and behave like one?” Radek asked, coming back from the bathroom, a clean towel slung dangerously low around his waist. He was thinking of female soldiers, of course, who - while perhaps more than willing to get properly laid - would be hard-pressed to make the impression of petite Oriental women.
Miko smiled, guessing what was going through his mind.
“I meant other Asians,” she said. “Private Yamato has offered to give them a crash course in appropriate behaviour.”
“Yamato?” with some effort, Peter tore his eyes from the thin trail of hair leading suggestively to Radek’s groin, barely hidden by the towel.
His mild shock was more than understandable. Private Yamato, while short and slender, was a tough, gung-ho Marine, with a black belt in several martial arts - and very, very male.
Miko shrugged. “He is gay. And as you know, male geisha, also known as hokan, had been there a lot longer than female ones. Private Yamato has an aunt back on Earth who used to be an experienced geisha before retiring due to high age and following the rest of the family to the States. He used to live in her house in Kyoto for years, and was trained in several traditional skills.”
“I can see how that might be useful in the context of ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’, actually,” Peter said thoughtfully. “And it promises an… interesting evening in any case. Is he coming as a male or as a female?”
“As a female,” Miko said. “The traditional make-up will cover the differences. Dr. Kavanagh has offered to mix for us the bintsuke-abura and the white powder. He said he hadn’t had the chance to play with chemicals for fun since we left Earth.”
“Let’s just hope the stuff won’t explode,” Peter grimaced.
Miko swatted him on his good arm.
“Don’t be so mean to Dr. Kavanagh! He’s not an idiot, you know. He’s just… difficult sometimes.”
“Arrogant, abrasive and rude would be better description,” Radek remarked dryly.
“He’s not any worse than Dr. McKay,” Miko said, turning very serious all of the sudden. “Actually, he’s a lot easier to bear. The only difference is that people - at least the members of the original expedition - are willing to overlook a lot because Dr. McKay keeps saving their lives. But that might change, soon, with all the new people around us, and you know that.”
“Not for Kavanagh, I imagine,” Radek said.
Miko nodded but her eyes were dark with anger.
“Perhaps. But if you two and Dr. McKay would treat Dr. Kavanagh as the good scientist he is - and I know he’s very good in his field, we used to work together at SGC - he might stop complaining all the time and become a lot more efficient. It’s hard to do outstanding work when one’s permanently assigned to sewer treatment - a task suitable for a third grade technician.”
“He’s an engineer,” Radek said, just a tad defensively.
“So are you,” Miko replied, “but you never had to work in the sewers. Let’s be honest, Dr. McKay tends to assign people he doesn’t like to unpleasant duties, without rotation. If I were Dr. Kavanagh, I would complain, too.”
Peter felt the tension between his partners reach a really unpleasant level and saw the time ripe for an intervention.
“Are you going to take a role in the geisha night?” he asked Miko.
She recognized the not-so-subtle suggestion to change the topic but smiled indulgently. It had been clear that Peter would come to Radek’s rescue, no matter what. From the three of them, Peter was definitely the one most in love.
“It depends,” she replied. “A geisha needs a danna - a patron who supports her lifestyle. I wonder if I shall find a man important and generous enough to take over that part.”
Her eyes laughed as she looked at Radek. Radek’s eyes sparkled in answer at the mental images taking shape before his mind’s eye. Those images had nothing to do with Japanese traditions - but they were… endearing.
“Oh, I imagine you would,” he said, his grin growing from ear to ear.
“But does such a patron not serve an overlord?” Peter asked, getting into the spirit of the game. “And should he not offer his protégée to his overlord first?”
The other two looked at him in pleasant surprise. This was the first time since his rescuing that Peter would show any interest for their erotic games, although they had played them all the time before. Perhaps he was really on the mend, Radek thought in relief.
“You imagine overlord would be interested in beautiful geisha?” he asked with twinkling eyes.
“I believe so,” Peter slowly pulled up the hem of Miko’s oversized T-shirt, baring her pleasantly rounded bottom. “Who could resist such a pretty arse? Surely not an overlord.”
He slid his hand around Miko’s ass, tracing the perfect curves and smiled. There was something predatory in his glance, something that made her shiver.
“Are you up to it?” Radek asked earnestly.
“Not in this moment,” Peter squeezed a soft asscheek gently, his regret obvious. “But as soon as I get a clean bill of health from Dr. Nguyen. In the meantime… you know how much I love to watch the two of you make love.”
“Peter, I’m not nineteen years old anymore,” Radek laughed quietly. “Was long and hard day.”
Peter snatched away that towel with his free hand before Radek could have reacted.
“I’d say the day wasn’t the only thing that was long and hard,” he teased, with a pointed look at Radek’s groin that was already showing definite interest.
Radek, used to nudity in his lovers’ company, grinned at him, and then turned to Miko.
“Are you in the mood, milácku?” he asked.
Miko hesitated for a moment. To tell the truth, she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than her well-deserved sleep. But her two men were looking at her with such fond, hopeful eyes that it was hard to resist them. Besides, sex with Radek was always pleasurable… especially now that Peter showed some interest for participation again.
“Inspire me,” she replied, stretching languorously under the two pairs of hands already upon her body.
Part 2