Fic: Imperative Against Oblivion
Title: Imperative Against Oblivion
Author: rysler
Date: 12/10/2006
Source: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Recipient: das_kabinett for sga_santa
* * *
Zelenka was happier when Sheppard wasn't lurking around the lab. He was noisy and clumsy and he carried that infernal gun. He even kept his finger on the trigger, itching, reminding Zelenka of the cost of peaceful dreams.
He'd had to sell part of his soul to the American military to get to Atlantis. But at least he was here. Did they have to snoop around?
As terrible as it was when the Colonel was around, it was worse when he was away and McKay was not with him. McKay would slowly go crazy. If Zelenka didn't know better, he would call it loneliness. At the moment, Zelenka was being driven to despair by McKay rewiring a scanner in order to fix a dead pixel. He was on attempt number four.
Who cared about a dead pixel?
"Rodney, let's build radio control cars."
McKay didn't look up, but said, "What?"
"Or helicopters we can fly over the ocean. Or boats. Yes, boats?"
"No. No boats." McKay threw down the scanner and turned to Zelenka, and asked, "Have you lost your mind?"
"We should have a little fun, Rodney. As the world isn't ending today."
"What I was doing was fun," said McKay.
"Oh, really. It did not look like fun."
McKay ignored him and picked up the scanner.
Zelenka shrugged, and mused aloud, "What do you think the Atlantians did for fun?"
"They built Atlantis."
"Atlantis is a defensive outpost. I doubt it was all that fun," said Zelenka.
"Well, what would you do for fun if you were about to die?" Rodney asked.
Zelenka raised his eyebrows.
Rodney said, "Sex. That's what you'd do. You'd have sex. As much as possible, as dirty as possible, the imperative to continue the species never stronger than when facing oblivion."
"Rodney, I--"
"Did anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?" Rodney asked.
Zelenka turned back to his terminal, muttering under his breath, "Too much, Rodney?"
McKay poked at the scanner.
Zelenka sighed. He calculated how many millions of kilometers away Colonel Sheppard was. He had realized, like everyone else, the calming influence Sheppard had on McKay. At first he thought that McKay just directed all of his annoyances onto Sheppard, instead of himself. Attacking the alpha dog, as it were.
But no, it was actually a lower level of anxiety. Zelenka had collected the data himself, running recordings over two weeks, one with Sheppard around, one without, and then ran algorithms on the sound waves. He knew how to have fun.
"Aha!" McKay said, holding up the scanner. He showed Zelenka the perfect screen.
"Rodney, you just replaced the part. You could have done that hours ago."
McKay's face fell. He aimed the scanner at Zelenka, and said, "Do you have a heart? Or just a black hole?"
Zelenka frowned.
McKay went on. "Because if it's just a black hole, we can stick you in one of the ZPM docks."
Zelenka rubbed his temples and wondered what Sheppard and McKay did for fun together. If he could bottle it for when Sheppard was away...
* * *
Sheppard pushed Rodney's arm over his head, preventing him from finding leverage to struggle. McKay shoved at Sheppard with his hips, finding only hardness. They were both naked, but he suspected he felt naked in a way Sheppard did not. Sheppard's body was a temple.
Sheppard ground down. "You like this, don't you?"
McKay sighed, and said, "You've already got me where you want me. Must you be an oaf about it?"
Pinned beneath Sheppard, as he had been pinned beneath bullies, pushed into lockers, punched, McKay used what he had left. His loud mouth. No one had ever figured out how to shut him up. He could cajole people into almost anything--like letting him control an intergalactic space station. Sheppard was no match. His peers, after all, were pumping gas somewhere, he was sure.
But Sheppard hadn't been a jock as much as he'd been a delinquent. The weird kid who'd joined the Air Force. The crackerjack pilot who'd have qualified for the experimental planes McKay built if he hadn't laughed too hard at the Taliban and the American government alike. Sheppard wasn't afraid of himself, and he wasn't afraid of Mckay either.
"I must," Sheppard said.
"Fine. Get it over with, then."
Sheppard grinned. He let go of McKay's arm and, barcing himself against McKay's body with his other arm, trailed his fingers down McKay's chest. When he tweaked a nipple, McKay sighed. Sheppard's hand slid over McKay's cock, almost gently.
Sheppard had arrived at McKay's quarters with his boots still dirty from the scouting mission. They'd seized each other, kissed, discarded clothes, hungry and groping, until Sheppard pushed McKay onto the bed, hard enough to leave him gasping.
Now, Sheppard wrapped his fist around McKay's cock and leaned forward to kiss his shoulder. "I thought your sweat would be sweeter," Sheppard said, tonguing his armpit. "But it's so--musky."
McKay grabbed Sheppard's head in both hands and yanked him down, kissing him. Sheppard's tongue thrust into his mouth and McKay sucked hard.
Sheppard was the one who made him feel like a man. Weir valued him and Zelenka adored him, but struggling against Sheppard, muscle for muscle, cock for cock, McKay as strong as Sheppard. Maybe this was synergy. Maybe sex really was narcissistic and McKay was just joining in a more perfect union with the most Darwinian alpha male on the station.
Sheppard squeezed his balls, making him yelp. Part A into Slot B. Apply so much pressure. Math guided him. He wasn't sure what guided Sheppard. Why Sheppard dominated him, and not anyone else on the station. Sheppard yanked his mouth away from McKay's. McKay inhaled deeply, oxygenating his lungs for the next submersion.
"Damned away missions," Sheppard said. "Too long without you under me."
"Just me?" McKay asked, immediately cursing his own insecurity. Sheppard rolled McKay onto his stomach. McKay felt Sheppard's cock against his ass. He crouched obligingly, pulling a pillow underneath him.
"Yes, you. Who the fuck else would there be?" Sheppard said. He slid down and licked McKay's asshole. McKay lost the ability to verbalize his thoughts. He still had them, though, racing through his mind, set on fire by the sting of Sheppard's tongue penetrating his ass. He was the most valuable mind on the station. Of course Sheppard would want to put him in his place. Everyone probably did, but Sheppard was the only one with the balls to do it. And thus, he was the only one McKay wanted to do it. Deductive reasoning.
Elementary.
Sheppard rimmed him. McKay's cock demanded attention. He couldn't decide between groping himself or remaining securely on the bed. He worked on the odds. Sheppard took the decision away from him by pushing a finger into his ass, pulling out, and then working in two.
"God," McKay groaned, covering his head with his hands.
Sheppard chuckled. His hands left McKay. McKay heard the snap of a condom. He moaned. His back and shoulders quivered in anticipation. His heart pounded. His cock would probably explode if he touched it. His body ached from the posture he held, but he didn't complain. Sweat poured off his forehead.
He wanted to prove he could take anything Sheppard could give him. Prowess vs. Intellect. A species needed both to survive, to adapt. Even McKay could admit that he was useless naked. Sheppard could crush him, compete with him, make him stronger by association. He didn't want to be all there was. He didn't want Sheppard to be all there was, either. Maybe together--
Sheppard pushed the head of his cock against McKay's asshole. McKay screamed as he was stretched open. Holding McKay's waist, Sheppard thrust forward, joining them. Sheppard fucked him, rocking forward, his hips and thighs bumping against McKay's ass, his fingers clawing at McKay's back.
Sheppard growled, "Tell me you like it."
McKay meant to question why he had to like it, when he was so clearly at Sheppard's whim, being used by Sheppard for Sheppard's own purposes, but what came from his lips was, "More. Please."
Sheppard, filling him, still didn't feel close enough. Hard enough. McKay hadn't been ripped in half. He hadn't lost himself. He bit into his lip. Sheppard pushed at his shoulder. McKay fell forward, smothered by the blankets. Sheppard's balls slapped his thighs.
"Yes," said Sheppard. His hand moved to the back of McKay's neck. he could snap it if he wanted, or he could just continue fucking. No equations would help McKay shove off Sheppard's heavy, musky body. No chaotic thoughts would stop his own raging cock. He was utterly helpless, and it hurt him more than he remembered to have Sheppard's cock tearing at him, Sheppard grunting above him.
Just when he was going to beg Sheppard to stop, Sheppard groaned, thrust once more, and collapsed on top of him.
"Fuck," said Mckay. And then, hoarsely, "John."
Sheppard laughed quietly. He pulled out. McKay whimpered in pain. He heard a rending of latex, and then something warm and wet against his thigh. he sighed.
Sheppard shoved his hip and McKay rolled onto his back. He found himself looking up into Sheppard's eyes. He ached. His cock stood up between them. Sheppard smirked. he took McKay's hand and guided it to his cock.
"Jerk off," said Sheppard.
"No," said McKay. Not while a man watched him.
"Yes," said Sheppard.
"But--" McKay protested. His hand was already moving.
"Yes," said Sheppard.
God, it felt good. He closed his eyes. He stroked his cock, fondling himself better than anyone else could have, even Sheppard. He slicked his shaft with the juices from the tip, making his hand travel faster. The sound of his hand jerking seemed loud in his quarters. Sheppard touched him everywhere--tweaking his nipples, squeezing his thighs, pressing his stomach. Everywhere but his cock. That was his.
"Open your eyes," said Sheppard.
McKay's eyes flew open.
Sheppard winked at him, and then his head descended from view. McKay arched up, to watch him. Sheppard knelt between his legs and licked his balls.
"John!"
McKay's hand flew over his cock. Sheppard's hand covered his, not touching his cock, just his hand, and McKay squeezed, and thrust upward, and came. His orgasm coated his fingers, and spilled onto Sheppard's. Sheppard scooted up and licked his fingers, and then his own.
Sheppard grinned. "Was it good for you, Rodney?"
McKay fell back on the bed and exhaled. He found the strength, somewhere, to say, "Just shut up."
* * *
McKay settled into his chair in the lab, smiling a secret smile.
"Aha. You got some, did you not?" Zelenka asked.
"Got some what?"
Zelenka gestured, vaguely. McKay knew what he meant.
"Of, for God's sake, Zelenka. The world isn't ending. It doesn't happen."
"You do not have to wait for the world to end to have sex, Rodney. It's not always like that."
McKay leaned back in his chair, and looked at the high Atlantis ceiling. He said, "Yes it is. It always has to be just like that." He kept smiling.
END
Author: rysler
Date: 12/10/2006
Source: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Recipient: das_kabinett for sga_santa
* * *
Zelenka was happier when Sheppard wasn't lurking around the lab. He was noisy and clumsy and he carried that infernal gun. He even kept his finger on the trigger, itching, reminding Zelenka of the cost of peaceful dreams.
He'd had to sell part of his soul to the American military to get to Atlantis. But at least he was here. Did they have to snoop around?
As terrible as it was when the Colonel was around, it was worse when he was away and McKay was not with him. McKay would slowly go crazy. If Zelenka didn't know better, he would call it loneliness. At the moment, Zelenka was being driven to despair by McKay rewiring a scanner in order to fix a dead pixel. He was on attempt number four.
Who cared about a dead pixel?
"Rodney, let's build radio control cars."
McKay didn't look up, but said, "What?"
"Or helicopters we can fly over the ocean. Or boats. Yes, boats?"
"No. No boats." McKay threw down the scanner and turned to Zelenka, and asked, "Have you lost your mind?"
"We should have a little fun, Rodney. As the world isn't ending today."
"What I was doing was fun," said McKay.
"Oh, really. It did not look like fun."
McKay ignored him and picked up the scanner.
Zelenka shrugged, and mused aloud, "What do you think the Atlantians did for fun?"
"They built Atlantis."
"Atlantis is a defensive outpost. I doubt it was all that fun," said Zelenka.
"Well, what would you do for fun if you were about to die?" Rodney asked.
Zelenka raised his eyebrows.
Rodney said, "Sex. That's what you'd do. You'd have sex. As much as possible, as dirty as possible, the imperative to continue the species never stronger than when facing oblivion."
"Rodney, I--"
"Did anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?" Rodney asked.
Zelenka turned back to his terminal, muttering under his breath, "Too much, Rodney?"
McKay poked at the scanner.
Zelenka sighed. He calculated how many millions of kilometers away Colonel Sheppard was. He had realized, like everyone else, the calming influence Sheppard had on McKay. At first he thought that McKay just directed all of his annoyances onto Sheppard, instead of himself. Attacking the alpha dog, as it were.
But no, it was actually a lower level of anxiety. Zelenka had collected the data himself, running recordings over two weeks, one with Sheppard around, one without, and then ran algorithms on the sound waves. He knew how to have fun.
"Aha!" McKay said, holding up the scanner. He showed Zelenka the perfect screen.
"Rodney, you just replaced the part. You could have done that hours ago."
McKay's face fell. He aimed the scanner at Zelenka, and said, "Do you have a heart? Or just a black hole?"
Zelenka frowned.
McKay went on. "Because if it's just a black hole, we can stick you in one of the ZPM docks."
Zelenka rubbed his temples and wondered what Sheppard and McKay did for fun together. If he could bottle it for when Sheppard was away...
* * *
Sheppard pushed Rodney's arm over his head, preventing him from finding leverage to struggle. McKay shoved at Sheppard with his hips, finding only hardness. They were both naked, but he suspected he felt naked in a way Sheppard did not. Sheppard's body was a temple.
Sheppard ground down. "You like this, don't you?"
McKay sighed, and said, "You've already got me where you want me. Must you be an oaf about it?"
Pinned beneath Sheppard, as he had been pinned beneath bullies, pushed into lockers, punched, McKay used what he had left. His loud mouth. No one had ever figured out how to shut him up. He could cajole people into almost anything--like letting him control an intergalactic space station. Sheppard was no match. His peers, after all, were pumping gas somewhere, he was sure.
But Sheppard hadn't been a jock as much as he'd been a delinquent. The weird kid who'd joined the Air Force. The crackerjack pilot who'd have qualified for the experimental planes McKay built if he hadn't laughed too hard at the Taliban and the American government alike. Sheppard wasn't afraid of himself, and he wasn't afraid of Mckay either.
"I must," Sheppard said.
"Fine. Get it over with, then."
Sheppard grinned. He let go of McKay's arm and, barcing himself against McKay's body with his other arm, trailed his fingers down McKay's chest. When he tweaked a nipple, McKay sighed. Sheppard's hand slid over McKay's cock, almost gently.
Sheppard had arrived at McKay's quarters with his boots still dirty from the scouting mission. They'd seized each other, kissed, discarded clothes, hungry and groping, until Sheppard pushed McKay onto the bed, hard enough to leave him gasping.
Now, Sheppard wrapped his fist around McKay's cock and leaned forward to kiss his shoulder. "I thought your sweat would be sweeter," Sheppard said, tonguing his armpit. "But it's so--musky."
McKay grabbed Sheppard's head in both hands and yanked him down, kissing him. Sheppard's tongue thrust into his mouth and McKay sucked hard.
Sheppard was the one who made him feel like a man. Weir valued him and Zelenka adored him, but struggling against Sheppard, muscle for muscle, cock for cock, McKay as strong as Sheppard. Maybe this was synergy. Maybe sex really was narcissistic and McKay was just joining in a more perfect union with the most Darwinian alpha male on the station.
Sheppard squeezed his balls, making him yelp. Part A into Slot B. Apply so much pressure. Math guided him. He wasn't sure what guided Sheppard. Why Sheppard dominated him, and not anyone else on the station. Sheppard yanked his mouth away from McKay's. McKay inhaled deeply, oxygenating his lungs for the next submersion.
"Damned away missions," Sheppard said. "Too long without you under me."
"Just me?" McKay asked, immediately cursing his own insecurity. Sheppard rolled McKay onto his stomach. McKay felt Sheppard's cock against his ass. He crouched obligingly, pulling a pillow underneath him.
"Yes, you. Who the fuck else would there be?" Sheppard said. He slid down and licked McKay's asshole. McKay lost the ability to verbalize his thoughts. He still had them, though, racing through his mind, set on fire by the sting of Sheppard's tongue penetrating his ass. He was the most valuable mind on the station. Of course Sheppard would want to put him in his place. Everyone probably did, but Sheppard was the only one with the balls to do it. And thus, he was the only one McKay wanted to do it. Deductive reasoning.
Elementary.
Sheppard rimmed him. McKay's cock demanded attention. He couldn't decide between groping himself or remaining securely on the bed. He worked on the odds. Sheppard took the decision away from him by pushing a finger into his ass, pulling out, and then working in two.
"God," McKay groaned, covering his head with his hands.
Sheppard chuckled. His hands left McKay. McKay heard the snap of a condom. He moaned. His back and shoulders quivered in anticipation. His heart pounded. His cock would probably explode if he touched it. His body ached from the posture he held, but he didn't complain. Sweat poured off his forehead.
He wanted to prove he could take anything Sheppard could give him. Prowess vs. Intellect. A species needed both to survive, to adapt. Even McKay could admit that he was useless naked. Sheppard could crush him, compete with him, make him stronger by association. He didn't want to be all there was. He didn't want Sheppard to be all there was, either. Maybe together--
Sheppard pushed the head of his cock against McKay's asshole. McKay screamed as he was stretched open. Holding McKay's waist, Sheppard thrust forward, joining them. Sheppard fucked him, rocking forward, his hips and thighs bumping against McKay's ass, his fingers clawing at McKay's back.
Sheppard growled, "Tell me you like it."
McKay meant to question why he had to like it, when he was so clearly at Sheppard's whim, being used by Sheppard for Sheppard's own purposes, but what came from his lips was, "More. Please."
Sheppard, filling him, still didn't feel close enough. Hard enough. McKay hadn't been ripped in half. He hadn't lost himself. He bit into his lip. Sheppard pushed at his shoulder. McKay fell forward, smothered by the blankets. Sheppard's balls slapped his thighs.
"Yes," said Sheppard. His hand moved to the back of McKay's neck. he could snap it if he wanted, or he could just continue fucking. No equations would help McKay shove off Sheppard's heavy, musky body. No chaotic thoughts would stop his own raging cock. He was utterly helpless, and it hurt him more than he remembered to have Sheppard's cock tearing at him, Sheppard grunting above him.
Just when he was going to beg Sheppard to stop, Sheppard groaned, thrust once more, and collapsed on top of him.
"Fuck," said Mckay. And then, hoarsely, "John."
Sheppard laughed quietly. He pulled out. McKay whimpered in pain. He heard a rending of latex, and then something warm and wet against his thigh. he sighed.
Sheppard shoved his hip and McKay rolled onto his back. He found himself looking up into Sheppard's eyes. He ached. His cock stood up between them. Sheppard smirked. he took McKay's hand and guided it to his cock.
"Jerk off," said Sheppard.
"No," said McKay. Not while a man watched him.
"Yes," said Sheppard.
"But--" McKay protested. His hand was already moving.
"Yes," said Sheppard.
God, it felt good. He closed his eyes. He stroked his cock, fondling himself better than anyone else could have, even Sheppard. He slicked his shaft with the juices from the tip, making his hand travel faster. The sound of his hand jerking seemed loud in his quarters. Sheppard touched him everywhere--tweaking his nipples, squeezing his thighs, pressing his stomach. Everywhere but his cock. That was his.
"Open your eyes," said Sheppard.
McKay's eyes flew open.
Sheppard winked at him, and then his head descended from view. McKay arched up, to watch him. Sheppard knelt between his legs and licked his balls.
"John!"
McKay's hand flew over his cock. Sheppard's hand covered his, not touching his cock, just his hand, and McKay squeezed, and thrust upward, and came. His orgasm coated his fingers, and spilled onto Sheppard's. Sheppard scooted up and licked his fingers, and then his own.
Sheppard grinned. "Was it good for you, Rodney?"
McKay fell back on the bed and exhaled. He found the strength, somewhere, to say, "Just shut up."
* * *
McKay settled into his chair in the lab, smiling a secret smile.
"Aha. You got some, did you not?" Zelenka asked.
"Got some what?"
Zelenka gestured, vaguely. McKay knew what he meant.
"Of, for God's sake, Zelenka. The world isn't ending. It doesn't happen."
"You do not have to wait for the world to end to have sex, Rodney. It's not always like that."
McKay leaned back in his chair, and looked at the high Atlantis ceiling. He said, "Yes it is. It always has to be just like that." He kept smiling.
END