A Fear of Falling Under - Stargate Atlantis - Adult
Title: A Fear of Falling Under
Author: clwilson2006
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #18 The Full Moon @ story_lottery
Summary: What John fears most is losing control.
Spoilers: Conversion
Warning(s): Violence, Attempted Rape.
Word Count: ~1000
Disclaimer: All recognisable characters are not mine. No harm intended.
A/N: Set during “Conversion while John is turned into an Iratus bug. Superb beta from maco_x Originally started here. Thanks to syble4 for allowing me to use here superb icon on this post, it inspired me to actually finish this
A Fear of Falling Under
by clwilson2006
John stalks his quarters in the darkness. Rage building from nowhere. Half remembered snippets of the conversation with Elizabeth drifting through his mind “How are you feeling” she had asked. And he had been just lucid enough to lace his reply with sarcasm rather than rip her head off. Dammit.
He forces himself to sit on the bed again, head in his hands, and rocks back and forth. Not knowing what he wants. There is something else mixed in with the rage, a burning need for something he cannot not identify. He will have to get Carson to increase the dose of the inhibitor, he really needs to be in control of this.
He stands and begins pacing again. Four steps later, he freezes. Head tilting, he sucks in a deep breath, tasting the air. It is so familiar his skin tingles. As he moves toward the door, the scent increases, and he tries to supply words for what he can smell. Coffee and salt, the ocean, so strong he can almost hear the waves breaking. Chocolate and something bitter on his tongue, like metal.
He pushes himself against the door, the rage suddenly replaced by a need just as overwhelming. Closing his eyes he uses everything new about his senses to feel past the door. Rodney.
His mind gives him the answer before he hears Rodney talking to the guards on the other side of the door. The primitive part of his mind growls with glee. This was what he wanted. Not Teyla or Elizabeth; but Rodney. The small lucid part of John struggles, No, but is crushed by his animal instinct.
When the doors slide open, Rodney steps into the darkened room. John grins, ready to take what he wants.
“Sheppard?” He doesn't sound anywhere near as nervous as Elizabeth had. John's grin widens, he knows this is because Rodney trusts him. The clear part of his mind is getting smaller. He waits until the door has closed.
“McKay.” John says, from his place by the door. Now behind Rodney. It sounds like a cross between a hiss and a growl.
Rodney doesn't move. John growls again, and the sharp tang of fear lances through the coffee-and-chocolate scent; triggering lust.
The primal being he is becoming has no qualms about slamming Rodney face first into the wall, and holding him there. John is now simply along for the ride. He pulls the back of Rodney's collar from the skin and licks across the back of Rodney's neck. Using his hands and arms to hold Rodney still, he licks for a second time, the taste of Rodney as strong as the scent.
“Colonel.” John can barely hear the slight waver in Rodney's voice. He has lost control of his own body to this.
He pulls Rodney round using his superior strength to rid him of his uniform jacket. Suddenly Rodney starts to struggle. The beast inside John throws itself into the battle. Rodney fights back. The jacket is discarded on the floor, and the beast growls in triumph, tackling Rodney, pushing him backwards and down onto the bed.
He licks at the exposed throat, one hand pushing under the bottom edge of Rodney's black t-shirt. His prey twists under his weight, and he grinds his thigh into Rodney's groin.
“No” Rodney whimpers. It is just enough to reach the small, still untouched, part of John's mind, but the animal is control now and John screams, unheard, in his own head.
Sharp claws scratch at Rodney's stomach, deep enough to draw blood. The animal growls, lowering its head to lap at the blood welling from the cuts. A hand is now working on the buttons of Rodney's pants.
“No. No. No.” Rodney is chanting, and struggling harder. Fighting with everything he has. Rodney brings his knee up swiftly in an attempted attack on John's crotch, but the beast senses it coming and Rodney only manages to connect with the inside of John's thigh. Not enough to injure, but it unbalances John long enough for Rodney to reach toward the bedside table in search of a weapon. Any weapon.
Rodney is no longer the soft scientist he was when he arrived in Atlantis, and using every part of his fear induced strength, he smashes the clock into the side of John's head. John howls and rolls of the bed. Yellow eyes are glaring at Rodney as he kneels on the floor. Frozen for a moment, Rodney simply stares. John blinks, breaking the spell. Rodney moves, tumbling of the bed and fleeing for the door.
John is quicker. He is over the bed and wrapping his arms around Rodney's waist after just two paces. Rodney falls to his knees with a shout. Unnoticed by John, Rodney manages to drag the closed laptop from the edge of the table. He twists himself around, and strikes John in the side of his head.
“I. Said. No!” Rodney endorses each word with a swing of the laptop. John lets him go, sitting back on his heels. He shakes his head to clear it. John's blue tinged face and most of Rodney are covered with blood. Rodney drops his improvised weapon, struggles to his feet and finally makes his escape.
The doors hiss shut, and John crashes into them. Pounding his fists against the metal. The blinding hot rage is back, and the beast roars, lift's the bed and flings it over on the side. He stoops retrieving the blood slicked laptop, and smashes it against the wall. Completely blue hands pull at the white curtains, yanking them to the floor in shreds.
Pale moonlight pours through the uncovered window and John stands there, panting. The Beast howls at the full moon, claws tearing at its own body, the smell of blood finally overwhelming the smell of Rodney. John, buried deep behind the anger and lust, weeps.
End