Fic: Wrapped in a Red Ribbon (2/3)
Title: Wrapped in a Red Ribbon (2/3)
Author: auburnnothenna
Recipient: sly_bone
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard, plus a cast of thousands SGA and SG-1 folks.
Size: ~23,000 words.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Pinch hit for sly_bone, who asked for: an Earth-based high-rated AU with McKay/Sheppard first time, someone undercover as a slave but not heavy BDSM (whew!) fic with Rodney on top, one of the guys freaking out, a happy ending and a Christmas theme. Well, it's set around Christmas time, and sly_bone, if I'd had even another week to work on this, it would probably have doubled in size and included a lot more sex. I hope it works for you anyway.
Betas: Last minute work on this done by mirabile_dictu, lillian13, enname and one who will remain nameless, but is still very much appreciated. They did outstanding work and all mistakes and errors are mine, added subsequently.
Part One
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Rodney made it into an empty office and even cracked the security on their computer system without much trouble. He wanted to know if Teyla had been telling the truth about not allowing illegal drugs, because there were vials of something amber being palmed between people out on the dance floor the night before.
Of course, if it was the substance the autopsies had found, it wasn't illegal. Yet.
Nothing in the records he checked showed any sign Teyla had lied.
He checked his watch. John would be fuming by now. He needed to get back to Room Fourteen. He'd needed a break, away from John, though. All night, John had been crowding close to him, fluttering his eyes closed whenever Rodney came in contact with him, and the act had got to Rodney.
It had been get some distance, tell John to lay off, or find a washroom and jerk off.
He closed out the files he was reading and shut off the computer.
The police needed to take a very close look at Kolya and his business. Teyla's notes on the man revealed he was sadist and voyeur. She'd put him on probation once for hurting another club member's slave and once for selling drugs. Kolya apparently had a thing for taking away subs from whoever they came in with as some twisted proof he was more dominant.
The kind of money he was paying to bring in three and more 'guests' every night didn't come from a medium sized import/export business, either.
Rodney opened the door a crack, peered into the hall to be certain it was empty and then walked out. The door locked behind him. He straightened his shirt and jacket and hurried toward Room Fourteen.
The keypad next to the door showed a green light, indicating the room was occupied and the door was locked when Rodney reached it. He swiped the key card through and stepped inside.
His stomach twisted in a ball of fear as he realized John wasn't alone in the room.
Kolya stood in front of him and as Rodney stumbled to a stop, two men shoved the door shut behind him.
"How nice of you to join us."
Three of them, plus Kolya. Rodney cataloged them the way he would for a report: three males, two Caucasian, one African-American, ages between twenty-five and thirty-five, armed and dangerous. The youngest, the African-American, grinned at Rodney and bounced on his toes, one hand wrapped around the butt of a cheap .38 pistol.
Plus Kolya, still standing there, with his creepy smile and hungry eyes.
"Ford," Kolya instructed, "please secure the door."
"Sure thing," the kid with the gun said.
Rodney grimaced and walked forward, trying to see John beyond Kolya. His heart was going to explode. He almost froze, but he had to see. Kolya's smile widened and he stepped to the side just enough for Rodney to see him run his hand down John's bare ribs.
His mind stuttered briefly. John had had a shirt on when he'd left. Then he realized Kolya must have cut it off and he gulped hard.
"Get your hands off him," Rodney heard himself snap.
John still dangled from the chain, but it had been ratcheted up beyond his ability to stretch and support his weight on his feet. His head hung so that Rodney could only see his dark, sweat-spiked hair. Rodney wasn't sure if the red tinge to the light came from the lamp shades or the wave of fury and fear washing through him.
"Rodney, isn't it?" Kolya said.
"It is as a matter of fact, and that is my slave. Now get the hell away from him." He forced the words out, while watching John. He thought he saw John's head move, thought John was still conscious.
"Oh, very well," Kolya drawled out. He stepped back from John and Rodney saw the glint of the knife in Kolya's hand for the first time. It couldn't hold his attention, not when he could finally see John's chest . Blood matted the dark chest hair, trickling down to the waist band of his pants. There were red lines left where Kolya had carelessly cut John's shirt off and some design carved into John's torso. All Rodney could think was that he shouldn't have left John, should have heeded Allina's warning, and never left him vulnerable.
"I thought these rooms were secure."
"Not secure enough," Kolya replied with his creepy smile. He gestured with the knife to the smallest of his three pets. "Ladon is very good with electronics." He turned the knife from side to side, catching the light along the polished blade.
John lifted his head and Rodney saw that he'd been gagged. His mouth was stretched wide around a cruelly tight ball gag. That was just the last straw.
Rodney strode forward and hit the release on the pulley holding the chain up. It spun loose and dropped John, who made a muffled noise through the gag. He stumbled and dropped to his knees.
"You shouldn't have done that, Rodney," Kolya said. He sounded conversational, even casual, and Rodney knew he was completely crazy. "He needs to be punished, to learn his place."
"He was learning a lesson, one involving patience and trust, not involving carving up his flesh," Rodney snapped.
John struggled back to his feet and stood swaying. His eyes flicked from Kolya to Rodney to the other three men in the room, stopping on the gun and then the knife. The emergency button dangled just beyond his fingers. There was no way to know if John had chosen not to use it, lost it before he could or if Ladon had disabled it somehow. He wished there had been a way for John to carry a back up gun tonight, because he would have shot Kolya by now. The stupid, skintight leather pants and shirt had made it impossible to hide anything and Rodney hadn't even considered bringing his own weapon.
"You don't deserve to have a slave like this," Kolya sneered
Rodney glared at him. "You don't deserve to have anyone," he said, meaning every word.
"You know, I don't believe he's really your slave," Kolya said. He was close enough still to reach out and run a hand over John's shoulder. John jerked away from him, awkward and off-balance. Kolya was much too close to him and Rodney was too far away. Half way across the room. Ford, the one with the gun, hovered at his shoulder, reminding Rodney that even if he knew how to tackle Kolya and take away a knife, he couldn't.
"I told you not to touch him," Rodney stated.
Kolya chuckled. He held up the knife. "I'll do more than that, if you don't show me you can master him."
John glared at Kolya. If he hadn't been gagged, Rodney thought he would have spit on him.
"Why on earth would I care about proving anything to you?" Rodney demanded with every ounce of scorn he could summon.
Kolya angled the blade again. "Because I have the numbers here and my slaves have been very well-trained to obey. And if you don't, I'll do it myself."
"If I don't what? Hurt him? For your information, you insult to primates everywhere, I don't need to scar my slave to prove he belongs to me. He knows who he belongs to." Rodney jerked his chin up at the end and glared. Inside, he was panicking. John's hands were still bound, he was bleeding, and Rodney knew he didn't have a chance in a fight with Kolya and his three thugs.
"Hey, Kolya, could we get on with this?" Ford asked. He juggled the gun in his hand. "You promised me a good supply of Rip for helping you out tonight, I'd like to get mine and get out of here."
"Rip?" Rodney echoed.
"Oh, man, it's sweet stuff," Ford said, all enthusiasm and manic intensity.
"And expensive to manufacture, so I expect you to control yourself and do your job in return for it," Kolya told him.
"You're going to make a fortune on it anyway," Ford muttered. "And it was my girlfriend that got you the samples and told you how to make it."
John dropped down to his knees, before anyone else could speak. Ignoring everyone else, gaze locked on Rodney, John crossed the floor to where Rodney stood. The loose chain clicked through the pulley as he took up the slack, playing out in the otherwise suddenly silent room.
Rodney stood still and let him come. His heartbeat ratcheted up as John reached him and sat back on his heels, head bowed.
"He didn't do that for you," Rodney told Kolya. He rest one hand on John's head. His hair felt soft and the heat of his head warmed Rodney's cold hand. "You couldn't make him do that...for you." Under his hand, he felt John nod infinitesimally.
"It proves nothing," Kolya said. His expression wasn't as confident. Ford giggled. Ladon stared at the far wall. Rodney couldn't see the third guy, the one who hadn't been introduced.
John leaned against Rodney's legs. A crazy section of Rodney's always-working brain protested the blood stains on his pants would never come out. He'd be burning this suit anyway, if they got out of this. He worked his fingers through John's hair, hoping the contact helped, then he pushed John's head away from him.
John's eyes were dark, the gold flecks lost and the green muddy in the dim light. They were narrowed in determination and anger. His nostrils flared as he tried to draw in enough oxygen while his mouth was still stretched obscenely around the ball gag. With a huff of disgust, Rodney unfastened the gag, worked it out of John's mouth, and dropped it to the floor. The flash of gratitude on John's face had him cupping one smooth-shaven cheek, his thumb rubbing the reddened corner of John's mouth. John's eyes fell closed for an instant and Rodney thought he pressed into the touch. He thought that was real, much more so than the obvious and premeditated kiss John pressed against his hand in the next moment.
He still wasn't prepared for John's next move, as he brought up his bound hands and opened Rodney's belt and fly. The fleeting pressure of John's fingers, awkward because his hands were still bound, accompanied by the rustle and clink of the chain, was exquisite and unbearable at once. In the darkness of his blacked out bedroom, he'd sometimes fantasized about John touching him. He'd wrapped his hand around his dick and stroked, pretending it was John. He'd never contemplated this reality, of John forced to do the thing Rodney wanted. The dichotomy of never wanting to force John and getting exactly what he'd dreamed of had Rodney both feeling sick to his stomach and rapidly hardening in his pants.
He stared at Kolya because he couldn't look at John's face.
John fumbled and peeled Rodney's pants open and then tugged them down, revealing his boxers and his hard on pushing them into a tent. He sucked in a harsh breath.
Kolya was watching avidly. Sweat beaded his forehead and his breathing came fast. Faster even than Rodney's. His hand kept moving over the flat of the knife in a distinctly sexual rhythm. Rodney tried to check the others discreetly. The biggest man was watching too, licking his lips. Ford jittered in place, his eyes moving away from them and then back like he couldn't control the need to look, but didn't want to be seen looking. They were all aroused, whether just by the prospect of a free show or the humiliation. Only Ladon, the smaller man, had his eyes directed at the floor.
John eased Rodney's boxers over his erection. The cool air of the room on his heated flesh made Rodney flinch. The whole situation was unbearable. The only thing worse than making John do this would be watching as Kolya did worse to him. He kept telling himself that. His eyes stung.
No one else was close enough to hear the hitching breath John drew in before he leaned in and took the tip of Rodney's dick in his mouth. They wouldn't have heard it over Rodney's involuntary whimper anyway. John's mouth was slick and soft and hot. Despite himself, his hips jerked forward. John had just taken in the head and the need to be in was overwhelming.
John almost pulled back and Rodney grabbed his shoulder, holding him in place.
"Fuck his mouth," Kolya said, his low voice even hoarser than before. He finally moved, pacing slowly around the room, examining their tableau from every angle. He still held the knife in his hand, but seemed to have forgotten it. Rodney shuddered, wondering at himself that he could even have an erection under the circumstances. No matter what John did, he could forget they weren't alone and Kolya kept circling them like shark.
Rodney glared at him. He loosened his grip on John's shoulder, turned it into an apologetic caress. "Take your time, John. Slow and easy. You know how I like it," he said, giving John an excuse to ease into it and hide his inexperience. John had his eyes closed and that was probably for the best. Maybe he could shut out Kolya and the others' presence that way.
John breathed out through his nose and Rodney felt the warm air over his shaft like a ghostly caress. It made his balls tighten. The first tentative flick of John's tongue against the underside of his shaft felt like heaven and then he took Rodney in deeper and began sucking. A babble of words, of 'oh, fuck, oh God, yes, like that, please, that's so good,' caught in his throat. He had to close his eyes just to deal with the overload of pleasure. John's mouth was perfect, so perfect. He opened his eyes and looked down, needing to memorize the picture of John like this, just this once, his eyelashes dark against his cheeks, lips stretched around Rodney's dick.
He began using his tongue again, between taking Rodney deeper and deeper, not quite as firm as Rodney wanted, John was being so very careful, not to gag or bite down, and it made Rodney crazy with pleasure and dismay. He looked up and found Kolya right in front of him, just behind John.
"That's enough, that's not what I want to see!" Kolya growled.
His voice broke the trance Rodney had fallen into. "What!?" he asked breathlessly. He'd been so damn close he'd have been coming down John's throat with one more stroke. The sudden return to reality had his cock softening, even though he was still in John's mouth.
Kolya grabbed John's hair and shoved down onto Rodney's cock, making him choke and Rodney cry out as John's teeth scraped over him.
"If you won't fuck his mouth, you better fuck his ass right now," Kolya demanded. He held John's head to Rodney's groin, until John could feel him shaking, gasping helplessly for breath that couldn't get past his throat.
Kolya let go finally and stepped back, rubbing his hand down over the obvious erection tenting his trousers. John pulled back immediately and leaned his head against Rodney's hip, drawing breath after breath. "Do it or I will," Kolya threatened. "Maybe I will anyway."
The shudder that ran through John was unmistakable. All Rodney could think was 'Over my dead body.' Considering the knife and the gun Kolya and Ford had, that wasn't impossible.
"Fine," Rodney snapped. Clenching his jaw, he pushed John off him. John's eyes were darker than ever and he was breathing hard. Rodney couldn't read what he was thinking.
"Not exactly good at that, is he?" Kolya taunted, with a nod toward Rodney's deflating erection.
"He's fine," Rodney snapped. "I am not a sub and I don't get off on taking orders or being threatened." A tiny, huffing snort escaped John. Rodney looked down. He couldn't help it, he had to look and checked John's crotch. He was at least half-hard, but that didn't mean a damned thing. John had to have enough adrenaline pumping through him right now to give him a hard on just from that. Human bodies sometimes got aroused at the strangest times, in the strangest circumstances, and there was no reason to think that was more than an involuntary reaction. It didn't mean John got off on taking orders or from giving Rodney a blowjob.
He caught John's gaze. When he had, he nodded toward a padded bench. "Get over there." John's eyes widened and he went a shade paler, but then he dipped his head in apparent assent.
Rodney ignored the urge to tuck his fading erection away from Kolya's gaze and the cool air and instead snapped his fingers.
"Lube. I have no intention of rubbing the skin off my dick fucking him dry," he said. "Well? Come on, this place is supposed to have everything."
"Ladon," Kolya said.
Ladon went to a bank of black cabinets along one wall and brought out pump top container and a condom package. He took it over the bench where John had come to a stop.
"Can we just get on with this?" Ford asked.
Rodney stalked over and elbowed Ladon away. He ignored Ford. He checked the contents of the pump bottle. He rubbed a little between his fingers. Hypoallergenic, clear, and very slick. "Stand up," he told John.
John did and craned his neck to see what Rodney was doing.
"Face forward," Rodney commanded.
John twitched and obeyed.
Kolya was watching everything they did. Ford still had the gun and the other goon still blocked the door. There was no way out of the room. Kolya theatrically touched the tip of his knife to a fingertip, drawing a drop of dark, glistening blood. Rodney looked away.
John's back was to him, smooth pale skin stretched over muscle, the hollow over his spine leading down to disappear in a shadow under the waistband of his leather pants. Rodney placed his hand flat between John's shoulder blades and rest it there briefly, wishing for the time and freedom to explore John's body without anyone else present, for a chance smooth his palm along John's back over and over. He wanted to press his lips to the vulnerable jut of a shoulder blade and then lick his way down. There was no time or freedom for that here and now. John's skin was sweaty and a minute tremor ran through him. Rodney rubbed his hand up to John's neck and closed it there for an instant, all the comfort he could provide with Kolya's hungry gaze on them.
Then he reached around and unfastened John's pants, pushing them down over his hips without any fanfare. John wasn't wearing any underwear and Rodney could smell talcum powder mixed with sweat and leather and a hint of musky arousal. Another detail to memorize for the lonely days that would inevitably follow. Because his friendship with John wasn't going survive this. No straight man would want to hang out with the man who fucked him. No one would want to be reminded of this scene, of the humiliation and pain Kolya was putting John through. Rodney, too, and if they survived he'd be making an appointment for twice a week sessions with a therapist, but John would try to deal by himself. He'd bury it until it festered and poisoned everything between them. It wasn't even the fact that Rodney was a guy that would leave the deepest wounds. It was the loss of control, the being helpless, that would leave the worst scars.
Part of him said get it over with fast, make it hard and believable for Kolya, so they could get out of here. Another told him to take his time, make it as painless and good as possible and hopefully not traumatize John any more than necessary. His dick was hard again. One step forward and he was rubbing against John's ass, wrapping his arms around him before he could jolt away.
"Be still," he said, reminding John.
John froze and stayed still, only one tiny tremble communicating through his body to Rodney's. Rodney slid one of his hands down and took John's cock in his hand, noting John was still half hard. He was smooth and heavier than Rodney had anticipated from John's slender build. He pressed closer and squeezed, using the same motion he used on himself. John sighed and leaned back, stiffening only for a moment when he felt Rodney's dick push against his ass.
Rodney looked over John's shoulder, at his hand on John's dick, watched it jerk as he swiped his thumb over the head, and kept working it, until John was gasping, squirming and rocking into his grip. "Gorgeous," he whispered in John's ear. John's head had fallen forward and he seemed to be watching Rodney jerk him off, too. His hands were curled into fists and the chain from the manacles swayed dangerously close to his erection.
The emergency button dangled from the chain too. It took Rodney a while to recognize it, because working John into a quivering wreck was so much better than anything he'd ever felt before.
"Hurry it up," Kolya ordered.
"What are you, a minute man?" Rodney griped at Kolya. "I like to take my time and savor the experience. No one's paying a bonus for speed."
John let his head drop back onto Rodney's shoulder and twisted enough to whisper against his neck. "Oh, Jesus, Rodney, please, just do it now." Those words told Rodney he'd made the wrong choice. John would rather hurt and have it over with faster. The wrong choice for John but the only one Rodney could live with afterward.
He let go of John's dick reluctantly and pushed him to bend over the bench, which shoved his ass against Rodney's groin and made his dick jump and leak. John struggled because of the chain and manacles, trying to brace himself on his hands. That didn't bend him over far enough and Rodney bit back a groan. A glance up showed him that John's awkward helplessness had Kolya even more excited than before. That was what Kolya wanted: John broken.
"Here, do I have to show you how to do everything?" Rodney said and leaned forward. He grabbed John's arms and bent them so John was resting his on his elbows and forearms. He took the opportunity to use the movement to slip the emergency button into John's hand. "Use it," he hissed into John's ear before moving back enough to grab the bottle of lubricant and pump a generous amount into his other hand.
He let the lube warm a little then ran his fingers between the cheeks of John's ass. John shivered violently. Rodney wanted to take it slow, but Kolya was glaring. He slipped one slick finger inside John's ass without warning. John tensed and grunted. Rodney worked the finger in carefully, just up to the first joint and rubbed gently. Gradually, John relaxed. Rodney reached around with his free hand and stroked him until he was completely erect again.
He didn't need any more stimulation himself, his dick was hard and wet at the tip and his balls ached.
Once John began to move into his hand, Rodney slipped his finger in deeper and stroked. John let out a strangled sound and pushed back against Rodney's hand. "Like that?" Rodney. He pulled his finger out and rested the entire hand on John's ass, kneading soft skin and taut muscle. A soft, hitching moan told him John had liked it. "Ready for more?"
John nodded and shifted his feet, spreading his legs and ass wider for Rodney.
"Good boy," Rodney crooned. A hysterical bubble of laughter lodged in his throat as he heard himself. He hoped John was rolling his eyes at how stupid he sounded. FORCED TO HAVE GAY SEX UNDERCOVER. It was the blaring headline of a National Enquirer article. Well, maybe something sleazier, like True Confessions. Sex wasn't a dignified act anyway and this was approaching the level of farce. Neither of them were exhibitionists and calling John a 'good boy' was ridiculous on about a million levels.
Ridiculous and horrible in equal measures. When this was over and he was alone, Rodney was going scream and break things. Fucking Kolya had turned Rodney's harmless fantasy into a nightmare that would cost him John and cost John things Rodney couldn't even guess.
He pumped more lube into his hand and used two fingers this time, not waiting for the lube to warm.
"You're taking too long," Kolya complained. He was pacing again, circling in closer and closer, until Rodney knew he would reach out and slice one of them open with that shining knife he still held.
Rodney ignored him, pushing his fingers back into John's tight asshole, working more lube in and stroking the smooth channel. His dick kept jerking, because he was going to be inside John and the heat in his belly had completely overwhelmed the sick feeling he'd had earlier. He grimaced and put on the condom, then used more lube to slick his on erection, before pressing the tip against John's entrance.
John immediately went tense.
Rodney pressed closer and whispered, "Relax."
John whispered back, "Relax? Are you insane?"
He rested his forehead against John's neck then nodded, before raising his head and murmuring, "Just push."
"I'm not pregnant -- " John's waspish comment broke off as Rodney thrust inside him. He bucked and let out a keening sound.
Kolya laughed.
"Sorry, sorry," Rodney said, pressing in deeper. He found John's dick with his lube-slick hand and began jerking it. John tensed again, then seemed to let go, opening and letting Rodney in until his hips were against John's ass. He hung his head and moved pliantly with Rodney's every thrust, panting breathlessly. His dick, secure in Rodney's hand, jumped and hardened further, precome mingling with the lube. He was so tight around Rodney, writhing back and then forward with every thrust, that everything else faded out of Rodney's consciousness. All he could feel was John in his arms, his dick deep inside, the urgent race to climax curling up from his toes and his finger tips like brilliant wave. John was making the hottest sound Rodney had ever heard, an low animal keen that he couldn't bite back though Rodney could feel him try, and he was coming apart. Every time Rodney hit his prostate, John gasped and his dick jerked in Rodney's hand. Rodney bent his knees and with the change in angle began riding his erection over John's prostate with every stroke.
He squeezed his eyes shut and kissed John's back, speeding his thrusts, coming closer and closer, color blossoming behind his eyelids, nothing but John, one arm curled around him, barely able to remember to keep moving his other hand over John's straining cock, and cried out when John spasmed around him, warm come striping over the padded bench and dribbling over his fist. The sudden extra pressure on his own erection, the knowledge that he'd made John come, tipped him over the edge and he came, hips pumping in a stuttering rhythm against John's ass.
He was still inside John, plastered against his back and panting for breath through the last glow of the aftermath when the door to Room Fourteen slammed open. Ronon and a half dozen Ascension security men poured in, taking down Kolya's men in a smoothly choreographed assault that ended with Kolya face down on the floor with Ronon crouched on his back. Ford, Ladon, and the nameless one were hauled out. Kolya's knife was lodged in the floor only inches from his face, still quivering.
"You just broke the rules for the last time, asshole," Ronon growled and jerked Kolya up to his feet. "And your 'pets' too."
"I care nothing for any of them," Kolya gasped.
John shifted under Rodney. "Get off me," he said in a hoarse voice.
The last bit of pleasure drained out of Rodney. He pulled out of John with an audible pop, wincing at the pained grunt John couldn't hide. "John." He didn't know what else to say.
"Get me the fuck out of these things," John demanded.
Rodney squeezed his eyes shut briefly, then hurried to do that. John slid off the bench and down to his knees, as though his legs wouldn't hold him up any longer. The leather pants were tangled around his ankles, hobbling him if he had been able to stand. The club security men were herding Kolya's men out, the gun that one of them had held so menacingly now lay kicked in the corner.
Ronon secured Kolya's wrists in plastic restraints, the sort definitely not created for pleasure, then rose to his feet. Not without driving his knee and all his weight into Kolya's kidneys. Rodney highly approved.
Once on his feet, Ronon surveyed them, taking in the way Rodney's hands were shaking as he unbound John's wrists, John's unclothed state, the emergency button still locked in his fist. "John," he said.
John jerked his head up and looked at Ronon. His arms were wrapped around his torso. Rodney had never seen John do that. He'd seen John puking in the gutter over a particularly horrendous child murder. He'd seen John so angry he had to lock one hand around the wrist of the other behind his back to keep from decking a mouthy lawyer. He'd seen John depressed and sick and sad. He'd never seen him look broken before. He thought he'd be sick himself. Three years. Best friend. The man he wanted for a lover. All of it was history now.
John licked his lips and answered. "What?"
"You okay?"
"Define okay," John muttered.
Ronon nodded toward Rodney. "With him. Was he part of this?"
Rodney was fumbling with his trousers, pulling up his boxers, and froze. He glared at Ronon. "What you mean? I didn't let that cretin in here -- "
"He wasn't," John stated.
Ronon nodded. "Good." He lifted his hand to his coat lapel and Rodney noticed the small radio mic clipped there. He had a small, hearing aid-type earpiece too. Just like the Secret Service. "Teyla. We're clear. Better send for Fraiser, too."
Rodney finished closing his pants and knelt next to John. He hovered his hand over John's bare shoulder, unsure if any contact would be welcome or not. Some of the cuts on John's chest were still bleeding freely. "Where's the damned doctor?" Rodney demanded. "That lunatic cut him, God only knows where that knife has been or what he's done with it before, he needs stitches and -- "
"Rodney," John said, turning his head very slowly to look at him. "Don't."
Rodney snatched his hand back. Before he could say anything more, Teyla strode in, followed by Janet Fraiser. Teyla fairly vibrated with rage. "Tell me what happened in here," she commanded. "Now."
Janet didn't even pause, just swept past Teyla to where John and Rodney were. She had a traditional black doctor's bag and set it down on the bench beside them with a thump. Rodney suppressed a very unstable giggle when he noticed how close the corner of the case was to the streaks of John's come drying on the bench.
Janet had John on his feet, the pants kicked off, with no fuss. She frowned over the cuts.
"Rodney, could you please begin?" Teyla said, drawing his attention away from Janet's ministrations.
He swallowed and began explaining. "I left John in restraints to teach him a lesson in patience," he told her. "I meant to get a drink at the downstairs bar, but changed my mind. Instead I just walked the halls. When I returned, I found Kolya in the room. He had gagged John and begun torturing him. When I protested, one of his slaves waved a gun at me." He paused and swallowed despite how his mouth went dry at the memory. "A gun." It had in fact been a Llama. A cheap knock off made in Spain that had probably gone through a dozen hands before ending with Kolya's man. "He then compelled us with the threat of violence to both us to 'prove' John is my slave. I managed to get the emergency button into John's hands."
"I pressed it when Kolya came in the room," John said.
Teyla's eyes narrowed. She looked at Ronon. "I want to know why it didn't alert us then, but worked later."
"Every system blacked out for about a minute earlier. Looked like a blip, maybe a power fluctuation, according to Herman. Must have been when they came in." Ronon had pulled a PDA out of his jacket and begun making notes as he spoke. A lot more to him than the big silent bruiser after all, Rodney thought.
"What took you so long after the second time John used it?" Rodney demanded. Despair was setting in. If they'd just come sooner, he wouldn't have had to fuck John and maybe they could have salvaged something from their friendship. He had a feeling John would never be able to look at him after what had happened. He wasn't quite sure he could look at John, without being overwhelmed with shame because he'd been so turned on, came so hard, despite the circumstances. John wasn't stupid, he had to have figured out Rodney wanted him.
Ronon glanced up from the PDA. "Room coverage was looped to an empty room down the corridor. When the alarm rang we had to figure out which room it was coming from, restore the video feed and wait for a moment when we could come through the door without getting anyone shot."
"Oh," Rodney said. "Oh." All the adrenaline in his system was burning out, leaving him lightheaded. "I need to sit down."
Teyla patted his hand. "You have my apology for what has happened here, Rodney," she said and guided him over to a simple straight chair sitting near one wall. Rodney dropped into it gratefully. He let his hands dangle between his knees, only to notice the blood stains on one trouser leg. He had to jerk his gaze away and found it leveled on Janet Fraiser and John.
She was touching him, talking to him gently as she cleaned the wounds on his chest and bandaged them. John was white-faced, but shaking his head. In the absence of anyone else speaking, Rodney could hear her: "I just need to check for any tearing. I don't care how experienced you are, under the circumstances -- "
"No!" John said sharply. He stopped, then turned his face away from the tiny woman. "I just want to get out of here. I just want to go home."
Rodney dropped his eyes to the leather pants and the shredded bits of John's shirt. He looked up and found Teyla's brown eyes on him. She looked sympathetic.
"He'll need some clothes," Rodney said. "Just something normal that he can wear until he's home."
Teyla nodded. "I will see to it. Again, you have my apologies. This should never have happened. I should have barred Kolya from Ascension before this, but I believed it was safer to have him indulge his tastes here, where there are safeguards, than on someone unsuspecting from the streets."
Rodney clasped his hands together. He could imagine what Kolya might have done in a less structured and controlled environment. He'd seen the results of that sort of acting out come through the crime labs more than once. It was very possible that despite his membership in Ascension, Kolya had practiced his sick games outside the club's confines too. Some of the victims and crime scenes Rodney had seen might very well have been Kolya's work. But Kolya hadn't dosed John or Rodney with the artificial enzyme the Ribbon killer used. He hadn't even had anything red on him. But the guy with the gun, Ford, had mentioned a drug. Rip. There had to be some connection to the killer, the coincidences were too great otherwise.
He wanted to tell Teyla that, but that would blow their cover and despite everything, that remained. He wouldn't invalidate what John had suffered for so little. Maybe, after this, Teyla would open up and tell them something, anything useful.
"What's going to happen to him?" he asked.
"He won't be a problem again," Ronon promised. The dark light in his eyes told Rodney more than he wanted to know as an officer of the law. "Ever."
"Good," Rodney said. He just hoped Ronon buried the bastard deep. He leaned back and rested his head against the wall, forcing his eyes to unfocus, and waited.
Part Three
Author: auburnnothenna
Recipient: sly_bone
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard, plus a cast of thousands SGA and SG-1 folks.
Size: ~23,000 words.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Pinch hit for sly_bone, who asked for: an Earth-based high-rated AU with McKay/Sheppard first time, someone undercover as a slave but not heavy BDSM (whew!) fic with Rodney on top, one of the guys freaking out, a happy ending and a Christmas theme. Well, it's set around Christmas time, and sly_bone, if I'd had even another week to work on this, it would probably have doubled in size and included a lot more sex. I hope it works for you anyway.
Betas: Last minute work on this done by mirabile_dictu, lillian13, enname and one who will remain nameless, but is still very much appreciated. They did outstanding work and all mistakes and errors are mine, added subsequently.
Part One
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Rodney made it into an empty office and even cracked the security on their computer system without much trouble. He wanted to know if Teyla had been telling the truth about not allowing illegal drugs, because there were vials of something amber being palmed between people out on the dance floor the night before.
Of course, if it was the substance the autopsies had found, it wasn't illegal. Yet.
Nothing in the records he checked showed any sign Teyla had lied.
He checked his watch. John would be fuming by now. He needed to get back to Room Fourteen. He'd needed a break, away from John, though. All night, John had been crowding close to him, fluttering his eyes closed whenever Rodney came in contact with him, and the act had got to Rodney.
It had been get some distance, tell John to lay off, or find a washroom and jerk off.
He closed out the files he was reading and shut off the computer.
The police needed to take a very close look at Kolya and his business. Teyla's notes on the man revealed he was sadist and voyeur. She'd put him on probation once for hurting another club member's slave and once for selling drugs. Kolya apparently had a thing for taking away subs from whoever they came in with as some twisted proof he was more dominant.
The kind of money he was paying to bring in three and more 'guests' every night didn't come from a medium sized import/export business, either.
Rodney opened the door a crack, peered into the hall to be certain it was empty and then walked out. The door locked behind him. He straightened his shirt and jacket and hurried toward Room Fourteen.
The keypad next to the door showed a green light, indicating the room was occupied and the door was locked when Rodney reached it. He swiped the key card through and stepped inside.
His stomach twisted in a ball of fear as he realized John wasn't alone in the room.
Kolya stood in front of him and as Rodney stumbled to a stop, two men shoved the door shut behind him.
"How nice of you to join us."
Three of them, plus Kolya. Rodney cataloged them the way he would for a report: three males, two Caucasian, one African-American, ages between twenty-five and thirty-five, armed and dangerous. The youngest, the African-American, grinned at Rodney and bounced on his toes, one hand wrapped around the butt of a cheap .38 pistol.
Plus Kolya, still standing there, with his creepy smile and hungry eyes.
"Ford," Kolya instructed, "please secure the door."
"Sure thing," the kid with the gun said.
Rodney grimaced and walked forward, trying to see John beyond Kolya. His heart was going to explode. He almost froze, but he had to see. Kolya's smile widened and he stepped to the side just enough for Rodney to see him run his hand down John's bare ribs.
His mind stuttered briefly. John had had a shirt on when he'd left. Then he realized Kolya must have cut it off and he gulped hard.
"Get your hands off him," Rodney heard himself snap.
John still dangled from the chain, but it had been ratcheted up beyond his ability to stretch and support his weight on his feet. His head hung so that Rodney could only see his dark, sweat-spiked hair. Rodney wasn't sure if the red tinge to the light came from the lamp shades or the wave of fury and fear washing through him.
"Rodney, isn't it?" Kolya said.
"It is as a matter of fact, and that is my slave. Now get the hell away from him." He forced the words out, while watching John. He thought he saw John's head move, thought John was still conscious.
"Oh, very well," Kolya drawled out. He stepped back from John and Rodney saw the glint of the knife in Kolya's hand for the first time. It couldn't hold his attention, not when he could finally see John's chest . Blood matted the dark chest hair, trickling down to the waist band of his pants. There were red lines left where Kolya had carelessly cut John's shirt off and some design carved into John's torso. All Rodney could think was that he shouldn't have left John, should have heeded Allina's warning, and never left him vulnerable.
"I thought these rooms were secure."
"Not secure enough," Kolya replied with his creepy smile. He gestured with the knife to the smallest of his three pets. "Ladon is very good with electronics." He turned the knife from side to side, catching the light along the polished blade.
John lifted his head and Rodney saw that he'd been gagged. His mouth was stretched wide around a cruelly tight ball gag. That was just the last straw.
Rodney strode forward and hit the release on the pulley holding the chain up. It spun loose and dropped John, who made a muffled noise through the gag. He stumbled and dropped to his knees.
"You shouldn't have done that, Rodney," Kolya said. He sounded conversational, even casual, and Rodney knew he was completely crazy. "He needs to be punished, to learn his place."
"He was learning a lesson, one involving patience and trust, not involving carving up his flesh," Rodney snapped.
John struggled back to his feet and stood swaying. His eyes flicked from Kolya to Rodney to the other three men in the room, stopping on the gun and then the knife. The emergency button dangled just beyond his fingers. There was no way to know if John had chosen not to use it, lost it before he could or if Ladon had disabled it somehow. He wished there had been a way for John to carry a back up gun tonight, because he would have shot Kolya by now. The stupid, skintight leather pants and shirt had made it impossible to hide anything and Rodney hadn't even considered bringing his own weapon.
"You don't deserve to have a slave like this," Kolya sneered
Rodney glared at him. "You don't deserve to have anyone," he said, meaning every word.
"You know, I don't believe he's really your slave," Kolya said. He was close enough still to reach out and run a hand over John's shoulder. John jerked away from him, awkward and off-balance. Kolya was much too close to him and Rodney was too far away. Half way across the room. Ford, the one with the gun, hovered at his shoulder, reminding Rodney that even if he knew how to tackle Kolya and take away a knife, he couldn't.
"I told you not to touch him," Rodney stated.
Kolya chuckled. He held up the knife. "I'll do more than that, if you don't show me you can master him."
John glared at Kolya. If he hadn't been gagged, Rodney thought he would have spit on him.
"Why on earth would I care about proving anything to you?" Rodney demanded with every ounce of scorn he could summon.
Kolya angled the blade again. "Because I have the numbers here and my slaves have been very well-trained to obey. And if you don't, I'll do it myself."
"If I don't what? Hurt him? For your information, you insult to primates everywhere, I don't need to scar my slave to prove he belongs to me. He knows who he belongs to." Rodney jerked his chin up at the end and glared. Inside, he was panicking. John's hands were still bound, he was bleeding, and Rodney knew he didn't have a chance in a fight with Kolya and his three thugs.
"Hey, Kolya, could we get on with this?" Ford asked. He juggled the gun in his hand. "You promised me a good supply of Rip for helping you out tonight, I'd like to get mine and get out of here."
"Rip?" Rodney echoed.
"Oh, man, it's sweet stuff," Ford said, all enthusiasm and manic intensity.
"And expensive to manufacture, so I expect you to control yourself and do your job in return for it," Kolya told him.
"You're going to make a fortune on it anyway," Ford muttered. "And it was my girlfriend that got you the samples and told you how to make it."
John dropped down to his knees, before anyone else could speak. Ignoring everyone else, gaze locked on Rodney, John crossed the floor to where Rodney stood. The loose chain clicked through the pulley as he took up the slack, playing out in the otherwise suddenly silent room.
Rodney stood still and let him come. His heartbeat ratcheted up as John reached him and sat back on his heels, head bowed.
"He didn't do that for you," Rodney told Kolya. He rest one hand on John's head. His hair felt soft and the heat of his head warmed Rodney's cold hand. "You couldn't make him do that...for you." Under his hand, he felt John nod infinitesimally.
"It proves nothing," Kolya said. His expression wasn't as confident. Ford giggled. Ladon stared at the far wall. Rodney couldn't see the third guy, the one who hadn't been introduced.
John leaned against Rodney's legs. A crazy section of Rodney's always-working brain protested the blood stains on his pants would never come out. He'd be burning this suit anyway, if they got out of this. He worked his fingers through John's hair, hoping the contact helped, then he pushed John's head away from him.
John's eyes were dark, the gold flecks lost and the green muddy in the dim light. They were narrowed in determination and anger. His nostrils flared as he tried to draw in enough oxygen while his mouth was still stretched obscenely around the ball gag. With a huff of disgust, Rodney unfastened the gag, worked it out of John's mouth, and dropped it to the floor. The flash of gratitude on John's face had him cupping one smooth-shaven cheek, his thumb rubbing the reddened corner of John's mouth. John's eyes fell closed for an instant and Rodney thought he pressed into the touch. He thought that was real, much more so than the obvious and premeditated kiss John pressed against his hand in the next moment.
He still wasn't prepared for John's next move, as he brought up his bound hands and opened Rodney's belt and fly. The fleeting pressure of John's fingers, awkward because his hands were still bound, accompanied by the rustle and clink of the chain, was exquisite and unbearable at once. In the darkness of his blacked out bedroom, he'd sometimes fantasized about John touching him. He'd wrapped his hand around his dick and stroked, pretending it was John. He'd never contemplated this reality, of John forced to do the thing Rodney wanted. The dichotomy of never wanting to force John and getting exactly what he'd dreamed of had Rodney both feeling sick to his stomach and rapidly hardening in his pants.
He stared at Kolya because he couldn't look at John's face.
John fumbled and peeled Rodney's pants open and then tugged them down, revealing his boxers and his hard on pushing them into a tent. He sucked in a harsh breath.
Kolya was watching avidly. Sweat beaded his forehead and his breathing came fast. Faster even than Rodney's. His hand kept moving over the flat of the knife in a distinctly sexual rhythm. Rodney tried to check the others discreetly. The biggest man was watching too, licking his lips. Ford jittered in place, his eyes moving away from them and then back like he couldn't control the need to look, but didn't want to be seen looking. They were all aroused, whether just by the prospect of a free show or the humiliation. Only Ladon, the smaller man, had his eyes directed at the floor.
John eased Rodney's boxers over his erection. The cool air of the room on his heated flesh made Rodney flinch. The whole situation was unbearable. The only thing worse than making John do this would be watching as Kolya did worse to him. He kept telling himself that. His eyes stung.
No one else was close enough to hear the hitching breath John drew in before he leaned in and took the tip of Rodney's dick in his mouth. They wouldn't have heard it over Rodney's involuntary whimper anyway. John's mouth was slick and soft and hot. Despite himself, his hips jerked forward. John had just taken in the head and the need to be in was overwhelming.
John almost pulled back and Rodney grabbed his shoulder, holding him in place.
"Fuck his mouth," Kolya said, his low voice even hoarser than before. He finally moved, pacing slowly around the room, examining their tableau from every angle. He still held the knife in his hand, but seemed to have forgotten it. Rodney shuddered, wondering at himself that he could even have an erection under the circumstances. No matter what John did, he could forget they weren't alone and Kolya kept circling them like shark.
Rodney glared at him. He loosened his grip on John's shoulder, turned it into an apologetic caress. "Take your time, John. Slow and easy. You know how I like it," he said, giving John an excuse to ease into it and hide his inexperience. John had his eyes closed and that was probably for the best. Maybe he could shut out Kolya and the others' presence that way.
John breathed out through his nose and Rodney felt the warm air over his shaft like a ghostly caress. It made his balls tighten. The first tentative flick of John's tongue against the underside of his shaft felt like heaven and then he took Rodney in deeper and began sucking. A babble of words, of 'oh, fuck, oh God, yes, like that, please, that's so good,' caught in his throat. He had to close his eyes just to deal with the overload of pleasure. John's mouth was perfect, so perfect. He opened his eyes and looked down, needing to memorize the picture of John like this, just this once, his eyelashes dark against his cheeks, lips stretched around Rodney's dick.
He began using his tongue again, between taking Rodney deeper and deeper, not quite as firm as Rodney wanted, John was being so very careful, not to gag or bite down, and it made Rodney crazy with pleasure and dismay. He looked up and found Kolya right in front of him, just behind John.
"That's enough, that's not what I want to see!" Kolya growled.
His voice broke the trance Rodney had fallen into. "What!?" he asked breathlessly. He'd been so damn close he'd have been coming down John's throat with one more stroke. The sudden return to reality had his cock softening, even though he was still in John's mouth.
Kolya grabbed John's hair and shoved down onto Rodney's cock, making him choke and Rodney cry out as John's teeth scraped over him.
"If you won't fuck his mouth, you better fuck his ass right now," Kolya demanded. He held John's head to Rodney's groin, until John could feel him shaking, gasping helplessly for breath that couldn't get past his throat.
Kolya let go finally and stepped back, rubbing his hand down over the obvious erection tenting his trousers. John pulled back immediately and leaned his head against Rodney's hip, drawing breath after breath. "Do it or I will," Kolya threatened. "Maybe I will anyway."
The shudder that ran through John was unmistakable. All Rodney could think was 'Over my dead body.' Considering the knife and the gun Kolya and Ford had, that wasn't impossible.
"Fine," Rodney snapped. Clenching his jaw, he pushed John off him. John's eyes were darker than ever and he was breathing hard. Rodney couldn't read what he was thinking.
"Not exactly good at that, is he?" Kolya taunted, with a nod toward Rodney's deflating erection.
"He's fine," Rodney snapped. "I am not a sub and I don't get off on taking orders or being threatened." A tiny, huffing snort escaped John. Rodney looked down. He couldn't help it, he had to look and checked John's crotch. He was at least half-hard, but that didn't mean a damned thing. John had to have enough adrenaline pumping through him right now to give him a hard on just from that. Human bodies sometimes got aroused at the strangest times, in the strangest circumstances, and there was no reason to think that was more than an involuntary reaction. It didn't mean John got off on taking orders or from giving Rodney a blowjob.
He caught John's gaze. When he had, he nodded toward a padded bench. "Get over there." John's eyes widened and he went a shade paler, but then he dipped his head in apparent assent.
Rodney ignored the urge to tuck his fading erection away from Kolya's gaze and the cool air and instead snapped his fingers.
"Lube. I have no intention of rubbing the skin off my dick fucking him dry," he said. "Well? Come on, this place is supposed to have everything."
"Ladon," Kolya said.
Ladon went to a bank of black cabinets along one wall and brought out pump top container and a condom package. He took it over the bench where John had come to a stop.
"Can we just get on with this?" Ford asked.
Rodney stalked over and elbowed Ladon away. He ignored Ford. He checked the contents of the pump bottle. He rubbed a little between his fingers. Hypoallergenic, clear, and very slick. "Stand up," he told John.
John did and craned his neck to see what Rodney was doing.
"Face forward," Rodney commanded.
John twitched and obeyed.
Kolya was watching everything they did. Ford still had the gun and the other goon still blocked the door. There was no way out of the room. Kolya theatrically touched the tip of his knife to a fingertip, drawing a drop of dark, glistening blood. Rodney looked away.
John's back was to him, smooth pale skin stretched over muscle, the hollow over his spine leading down to disappear in a shadow under the waistband of his leather pants. Rodney placed his hand flat between John's shoulder blades and rest it there briefly, wishing for the time and freedom to explore John's body without anyone else present, for a chance smooth his palm along John's back over and over. He wanted to press his lips to the vulnerable jut of a shoulder blade and then lick his way down. There was no time or freedom for that here and now. John's skin was sweaty and a minute tremor ran through him. Rodney rubbed his hand up to John's neck and closed it there for an instant, all the comfort he could provide with Kolya's hungry gaze on them.
Then he reached around and unfastened John's pants, pushing them down over his hips without any fanfare. John wasn't wearing any underwear and Rodney could smell talcum powder mixed with sweat and leather and a hint of musky arousal. Another detail to memorize for the lonely days that would inevitably follow. Because his friendship with John wasn't going survive this. No straight man would want to hang out with the man who fucked him. No one would want to be reminded of this scene, of the humiliation and pain Kolya was putting John through. Rodney, too, and if they survived he'd be making an appointment for twice a week sessions with a therapist, but John would try to deal by himself. He'd bury it until it festered and poisoned everything between them. It wasn't even the fact that Rodney was a guy that would leave the deepest wounds. It was the loss of control, the being helpless, that would leave the worst scars.
Part of him said get it over with fast, make it hard and believable for Kolya, so they could get out of here. Another told him to take his time, make it as painless and good as possible and hopefully not traumatize John any more than necessary. His dick was hard again. One step forward and he was rubbing against John's ass, wrapping his arms around him before he could jolt away.
"Be still," he said, reminding John.
John froze and stayed still, only one tiny tremble communicating through his body to Rodney's. Rodney slid one of his hands down and took John's cock in his hand, noting John was still half hard. He was smooth and heavier than Rodney had anticipated from John's slender build. He pressed closer and squeezed, using the same motion he used on himself. John sighed and leaned back, stiffening only for a moment when he felt Rodney's dick push against his ass.
Rodney looked over John's shoulder, at his hand on John's dick, watched it jerk as he swiped his thumb over the head, and kept working it, until John was gasping, squirming and rocking into his grip. "Gorgeous," he whispered in John's ear. John's head had fallen forward and he seemed to be watching Rodney jerk him off, too. His hands were curled into fists and the chain from the manacles swayed dangerously close to his erection.
The emergency button dangled from the chain too. It took Rodney a while to recognize it, because working John into a quivering wreck was so much better than anything he'd ever felt before.
"Hurry it up," Kolya ordered.
"What are you, a minute man?" Rodney griped at Kolya. "I like to take my time and savor the experience. No one's paying a bonus for speed."
John let his head drop back onto Rodney's shoulder and twisted enough to whisper against his neck. "Oh, Jesus, Rodney, please, just do it now." Those words told Rodney he'd made the wrong choice. John would rather hurt and have it over with faster. The wrong choice for John but the only one Rodney could live with afterward.
He let go of John's dick reluctantly and pushed him to bend over the bench, which shoved his ass against Rodney's groin and made his dick jump and leak. John struggled because of the chain and manacles, trying to brace himself on his hands. That didn't bend him over far enough and Rodney bit back a groan. A glance up showed him that John's awkward helplessness had Kolya even more excited than before. That was what Kolya wanted: John broken.
"Here, do I have to show you how to do everything?" Rodney said and leaned forward. He grabbed John's arms and bent them so John was resting his on his elbows and forearms. He took the opportunity to use the movement to slip the emergency button into John's hand. "Use it," he hissed into John's ear before moving back enough to grab the bottle of lubricant and pump a generous amount into his other hand.
He let the lube warm a little then ran his fingers between the cheeks of John's ass. John shivered violently. Rodney wanted to take it slow, but Kolya was glaring. He slipped one slick finger inside John's ass without warning. John tensed and grunted. Rodney worked the finger in carefully, just up to the first joint and rubbed gently. Gradually, John relaxed. Rodney reached around with his free hand and stroked him until he was completely erect again.
He didn't need any more stimulation himself, his dick was hard and wet at the tip and his balls ached.
Once John began to move into his hand, Rodney slipped his finger in deeper and stroked. John let out a strangled sound and pushed back against Rodney's hand. "Like that?" Rodney. He pulled his finger out and rested the entire hand on John's ass, kneading soft skin and taut muscle. A soft, hitching moan told him John had liked it. "Ready for more?"
John nodded and shifted his feet, spreading his legs and ass wider for Rodney.
"Good boy," Rodney crooned. A hysterical bubble of laughter lodged in his throat as he heard himself. He hoped John was rolling his eyes at how stupid he sounded. FORCED TO HAVE GAY SEX UNDERCOVER. It was the blaring headline of a National Enquirer article. Well, maybe something sleazier, like True Confessions. Sex wasn't a dignified act anyway and this was approaching the level of farce. Neither of them were exhibitionists and calling John a 'good boy' was ridiculous on about a million levels.
Ridiculous and horrible in equal measures. When this was over and he was alone, Rodney was going scream and break things. Fucking Kolya had turned Rodney's harmless fantasy into a nightmare that would cost him John and cost John things Rodney couldn't even guess.
He pumped more lube into his hand and used two fingers this time, not waiting for the lube to warm.
"You're taking too long," Kolya complained. He was pacing again, circling in closer and closer, until Rodney knew he would reach out and slice one of them open with that shining knife he still held.
Rodney ignored him, pushing his fingers back into John's tight asshole, working more lube in and stroking the smooth channel. His dick kept jerking, because he was going to be inside John and the heat in his belly had completely overwhelmed the sick feeling he'd had earlier. He grimaced and put on the condom, then used more lube to slick his on erection, before pressing the tip against John's entrance.
John immediately went tense.
Rodney pressed closer and whispered, "Relax."
John whispered back, "Relax? Are you insane?"
He rested his forehead against John's neck then nodded, before raising his head and murmuring, "Just push."
"I'm not pregnant -- " John's waspish comment broke off as Rodney thrust inside him. He bucked and let out a keening sound.
Kolya laughed.
"Sorry, sorry," Rodney said, pressing in deeper. He found John's dick with his lube-slick hand and began jerking it. John tensed again, then seemed to let go, opening and letting Rodney in until his hips were against John's ass. He hung his head and moved pliantly with Rodney's every thrust, panting breathlessly. His dick, secure in Rodney's hand, jumped and hardened further, precome mingling with the lube. He was so tight around Rodney, writhing back and then forward with every thrust, that everything else faded out of Rodney's consciousness. All he could feel was John in his arms, his dick deep inside, the urgent race to climax curling up from his toes and his finger tips like brilliant wave. John was making the hottest sound Rodney had ever heard, an low animal keen that he couldn't bite back though Rodney could feel him try, and he was coming apart. Every time Rodney hit his prostate, John gasped and his dick jerked in Rodney's hand. Rodney bent his knees and with the change in angle began riding his erection over John's prostate with every stroke.
He squeezed his eyes shut and kissed John's back, speeding his thrusts, coming closer and closer, color blossoming behind his eyelids, nothing but John, one arm curled around him, barely able to remember to keep moving his other hand over John's straining cock, and cried out when John spasmed around him, warm come striping over the padded bench and dribbling over his fist. The sudden extra pressure on his own erection, the knowledge that he'd made John come, tipped him over the edge and he came, hips pumping in a stuttering rhythm against John's ass.
He was still inside John, plastered against his back and panting for breath through the last glow of the aftermath when the door to Room Fourteen slammed open. Ronon and a half dozen Ascension security men poured in, taking down Kolya's men in a smoothly choreographed assault that ended with Kolya face down on the floor with Ronon crouched on his back. Ford, Ladon, and the nameless one were hauled out. Kolya's knife was lodged in the floor only inches from his face, still quivering.
"You just broke the rules for the last time, asshole," Ronon growled and jerked Kolya up to his feet. "And your 'pets' too."
"I care nothing for any of them," Kolya gasped.
John shifted under Rodney. "Get off me," he said in a hoarse voice.
The last bit of pleasure drained out of Rodney. He pulled out of John with an audible pop, wincing at the pained grunt John couldn't hide. "John." He didn't know what else to say.
"Get me the fuck out of these things," John demanded.
Rodney squeezed his eyes shut briefly, then hurried to do that. John slid off the bench and down to his knees, as though his legs wouldn't hold him up any longer. The leather pants were tangled around his ankles, hobbling him if he had been able to stand. The club security men were herding Kolya's men out, the gun that one of them had held so menacingly now lay kicked in the corner.
Ronon secured Kolya's wrists in plastic restraints, the sort definitely not created for pleasure, then rose to his feet. Not without driving his knee and all his weight into Kolya's kidneys. Rodney highly approved.
Once on his feet, Ronon surveyed them, taking in the way Rodney's hands were shaking as he unbound John's wrists, John's unclothed state, the emergency button still locked in his fist. "John," he said.
John jerked his head up and looked at Ronon. His arms were wrapped around his torso. Rodney had never seen John do that. He'd seen John puking in the gutter over a particularly horrendous child murder. He'd seen John so angry he had to lock one hand around the wrist of the other behind his back to keep from decking a mouthy lawyer. He'd seen John depressed and sick and sad. He'd never seen him look broken before. He thought he'd be sick himself. Three years. Best friend. The man he wanted for a lover. All of it was history now.
John licked his lips and answered. "What?"
"You okay?"
"Define okay," John muttered.
Ronon nodded toward Rodney. "With him. Was he part of this?"
Rodney was fumbling with his trousers, pulling up his boxers, and froze. He glared at Ronon. "What you mean? I didn't let that cretin in here -- "
"He wasn't," John stated.
Ronon nodded. "Good." He lifted his hand to his coat lapel and Rodney noticed the small radio mic clipped there. He had a small, hearing aid-type earpiece too. Just like the Secret Service. "Teyla. We're clear. Better send for Fraiser, too."
Rodney finished closing his pants and knelt next to John. He hovered his hand over John's bare shoulder, unsure if any contact would be welcome or not. Some of the cuts on John's chest were still bleeding freely. "Where's the damned doctor?" Rodney demanded. "That lunatic cut him, God only knows where that knife has been or what he's done with it before, he needs stitches and -- "
"Rodney," John said, turning his head very slowly to look at him. "Don't."
Rodney snatched his hand back. Before he could say anything more, Teyla strode in, followed by Janet Fraiser. Teyla fairly vibrated with rage. "Tell me what happened in here," she commanded. "Now."
Janet didn't even pause, just swept past Teyla to where John and Rodney were. She had a traditional black doctor's bag and set it down on the bench beside them with a thump. Rodney suppressed a very unstable giggle when he noticed how close the corner of the case was to the streaks of John's come drying on the bench.
Janet had John on his feet, the pants kicked off, with no fuss. She frowned over the cuts.
"Rodney, could you please begin?" Teyla said, drawing his attention away from Janet's ministrations.
He swallowed and began explaining. "I left John in restraints to teach him a lesson in patience," he told her. "I meant to get a drink at the downstairs bar, but changed my mind. Instead I just walked the halls. When I returned, I found Kolya in the room. He had gagged John and begun torturing him. When I protested, one of his slaves waved a gun at me." He paused and swallowed despite how his mouth went dry at the memory. "A gun." It had in fact been a Llama. A cheap knock off made in Spain that had probably gone through a dozen hands before ending with Kolya's man. "He then compelled us with the threat of violence to both us to 'prove' John is my slave. I managed to get the emergency button into John's hands."
"I pressed it when Kolya came in the room," John said.
Teyla's eyes narrowed. She looked at Ronon. "I want to know why it didn't alert us then, but worked later."
"Every system blacked out for about a minute earlier. Looked like a blip, maybe a power fluctuation, according to Herman. Must have been when they came in." Ronon had pulled a PDA out of his jacket and begun making notes as he spoke. A lot more to him than the big silent bruiser after all, Rodney thought.
"What took you so long after the second time John used it?" Rodney demanded. Despair was setting in. If they'd just come sooner, he wouldn't have had to fuck John and maybe they could have salvaged something from their friendship. He had a feeling John would never be able to look at him after what had happened. He wasn't quite sure he could look at John, without being overwhelmed with shame because he'd been so turned on, came so hard, despite the circumstances. John wasn't stupid, he had to have figured out Rodney wanted him.
Ronon glanced up from the PDA. "Room coverage was looped to an empty room down the corridor. When the alarm rang we had to figure out which room it was coming from, restore the video feed and wait for a moment when we could come through the door without getting anyone shot."
"Oh," Rodney said. "Oh." All the adrenaline in his system was burning out, leaving him lightheaded. "I need to sit down."
Teyla patted his hand. "You have my apology for what has happened here, Rodney," she said and guided him over to a simple straight chair sitting near one wall. Rodney dropped into it gratefully. He let his hands dangle between his knees, only to notice the blood stains on one trouser leg. He had to jerk his gaze away and found it leveled on Janet Fraiser and John.
She was touching him, talking to him gently as she cleaned the wounds on his chest and bandaged them. John was white-faced, but shaking his head. In the absence of anyone else speaking, Rodney could hear her: "I just need to check for any tearing. I don't care how experienced you are, under the circumstances -- "
"No!" John said sharply. He stopped, then turned his face away from the tiny woman. "I just want to get out of here. I just want to go home."
Rodney dropped his eyes to the leather pants and the shredded bits of John's shirt. He looked up and found Teyla's brown eyes on him. She looked sympathetic.
"He'll need some clothes," Rodney said. "Just something normal that he can wear until he's home."
Teyla nodded. "I will see to it. Again, you have my apologies. This should never have happened. I should have barred Kolya from Ascension before this, but I believed it was safer to have him indulge his tastes here, where there are safeguards, than on someone unsuspecting from the streets."
Rodney clasped his hands together. He could imagine what Kolya might have done in a less structured and controlled environment. He'd seen the results of that sort of acting out come through the crime labs more than once. It was very possible that despite his membership in Ascension, Kolya had practiced his sick games outside the club's confines too. Some of the victims and crime scenes Rodney had seen might very well have been Kolya's work. But Kolya hadn't dosed John or Rodney with the artificial enzyme the Ribbon killer used. He hadn't even had anything red on him. But the guy with the gun, Ford, had mentioned a drug. Rip. There had to be some connection to the killer, the coincidences were too great otherwise.
He wanted to tell Teyla that, but that would blow their cover and despite everything, that remained. He wouldn't invalidate what John had suffered for so little. Maybe, after this, Teyla would open up and tell them something, anything useful.
"What's going to happen to him?" he asked.
"He won't be a problem again," Ronon promised. The dark light in his eyes told Rodney more than he wanted to know as an officer of the law. "Ever."
"Good," Rodney said. He just hoped Ronon buried the bastard deep. He leaned back and rested his head against the wall, forcing his eyes to unfocus, and waited.
Part Three