[identity profile] hugglewolf.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] kinkofthemonth
Title: Empty Triumph
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: Adult
Warnings: dub-con?
Kinks: AMTDI, D/s (slight)
Author's notes: This started out a little humourous but it didn't last.
Second Author's notes: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] dodificus for a brilliant suggestion at fixing a bit that didn't fit. *wolfy hugs*
Disclaimer: SGA doesn't belong to me. It belongs to someone else.

Ps Sorry it posted twice and I can't figure out how to delete it.

Summary: Rodney might be okay with this. John really isn't.

“It’s for a ZPM,” McKay said, as if that made everything alright, and John was being a dick for his hesitation.

“Not deaf, Rodney,” John countered, and took another look around the chamber.

He’d figured this was what the inside of Hugh’s mansion would look like...if, of course, he batted for the home team. Chiselled bas reliefs covered all the walls and the ceiling, nubile young men and hairy Schwarzenegger types depicted in a supposedly erotic tableau.

“When was the last time we caught even a whiff of a ZPM?” Rodney went on, and he was already pulling off his jacket.

John glared at him until Rodney looked back. His face was set in a ‘yes, yes, what?’ expression, almost daring John to make something of him being the first to undress.

“Oh, that was when your crush stole it from us right after we escaped with it from Kolya and his pit of doom.”

Rodney turned his back to him, and continued stripping, each movement brimming with unspoken indignation.

John, for his part, wished that Rodney’s mouth came with a remote control. He wasn’t sure what troubled him more – Rodney’s apparent willingness to do anything for possession of a ZPM, or the fact that he seemingly didn’t have a problem engaging in a sexual act with his friend and team leader.

When Rodney was down to his shorts, he turned and put his hands on his waist, clearly expecting an explanation for why Sheppard was still fully clothed.

“I never said I was going to do this, Rodney. You just agreed for both of us.”

“Well, that was because you were just standing there, letting your hair do the talking and the Zenagi were waiting for an answer. I had to step up to bat.” He looked oddly pleased with himself over the sporting metaphor.

“And you struck out,” John said. “Not for the last time today, either. Get dressed.”

“Sheppard!” Rodney was across the wide bed, and grabbing at John’s arm before he could even turn fully around. The turn of speed surprised him. “Look, you know we’re not exactly overloaded with options right now. We don’t know when the Wraith are going to come calling, and don’t you think it would be nice to have something other than some P90s and a bunch of grenades to use against their fleet of Hive Ships?”

John pulled away. “I know our situation, McKay. Kind of comes with the ‘military commander’ thing. There are other ZPMs. I don’t think Elizabeth would blame us for refusing to prostitute ourselves to bring one home.”

“You think?” Rodney folded his arms. “I think she said in the last meeting that she expected us to make all reasonable efforts to get one.”

John felt his eyes widen. “And you think this is reasonable.”

“Well, perhaps not reasonable, but not the hardship you’re making it out to be! If Teyla was here, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

John let him think that one over for a minute, but got in before he could splutter a retraction. “That’s right, McKay, because Teyla wouldn’t have swapped the cow without at least trying to offer something else. You jumped right in like the only alternative was getting your brain drilled out!”

Rodney tilted his chin back, staring Sheppard in the eye. “They made it clear there was no alternative. Do you want the ZPM or not?”

John closed his eyes. Yes, God, yes he wanted that ZPM. Even one would be enough to get Atlantis largely back on track. A city with shields, online weapons systems, who knew what other systems that could help them survive here in Pegasus. He just wasn’t desperate enough for one yet to sleep with someone to get it. Especially not a guy. Especially not Rodney McKay.

He started as he felt Rodney tug as his combat vest. An attempt to swat McKay’s hands away met with an annoyed snort. “Stop playing the protesting maiden, Sheppard. As you’re fond of saying to me, suck it up.”

John gave Rodney a shove and tugged the zipper back up. “Why don’t you pick another playmate? There were quite a few ladies giving you the eye out there, McKay.”

Rodney shook his head. “You are the stupidest genius I know,” he said. “Look, I guess I took this too fast. You’ve never been with a guy before, right?”

“Uh, that would be affirmative. I’m not breaking that record today either.”

“Just hear me out. I thought you might have gathered from my lack of coyness that I have been in this position before.”

John hesitated, his mind a little jarred by Rodney’s words. “Having to earn a ZPM by sleeping with someone?”

Rodney threw the pillow at him. “I told Carson repetitive bouts of unconsciousness could have long term effects,” he muttered. “Yes, Major, that’s right. I did it three times at university alone. Sex, Major. Gay sex.”

John didn’t realise he was backing up until the door handle poked him in the back. For some reason, it was different to be in a room with a straight, boxers clad Rodney McKay than it was with that same Rodney who was professing his equal opportunity approach to sexual intercourse.

“Well. Aren’t you just full of surprises, McKay.” It was all he could manage.

Rodney shrugged. “I assure you, Major – the rest of them won’t cause you to lose all your colour. What I’m trying to say is that there are ways around this.”

“Oh.” John brightened a little. “Any that involve me staying clothed and over here by the door?”

Rodney moved in again, and grabbed Sheppard’s upper arms. “No. Look, just trust me. Take off your clothes, just to your underwear, and get on the bed.”

McKay backed off enough to give Sheppard a chance to turn around and pound on the door. John took a slow deep breath. Life was a bitch here in Pegasus. It hadn’t been much better back on Earth, but there at least there were some safety nets, although not many. Rodney was right about the ZPM – getting by without it would get harder over time. If the Wraith showed up before they got one, that would be the end of the Atlantis expedition, no doubt about it.

But still...he just couldn’t.

“Trust me,” Rodney said, again, and even while his mind baulked, his fingers were tugging down the zipper on his vest.

He stripped in triple slow motion, finding a valued distraction in folding his clothes and putting them neatly aside. He kept his dogtags on, feeling a little more grounded with them lying cold against his chest. Rodney was keeping a reasonable distance back, trying not to crowd him and John gave a wane smile in gratitude. He was shaking a little, not just due to him standing there in his boxers, and everything seemed floaty and dreamlike. It had to be, or there was no way he was going through with this.

“Lie down on the bed,” Rodney said, quietly, like he thought Sheppard might shy at a voice too loud.

John did so, sitting at first, then pushing himself into the centre. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching Rodney with a nervousness that would normally seem out of place with the scientist.

Rodney climbed on to the bed, approaching John easily. He put a hand on John’s shoulder, and they both tried to ignore how he jumped. “You’re cold,” Rodney said. “And that’s probably just a little shock. Just trust me, John. I’m going to move on top of you, okay?”

John had to lie back as Rodney’s weight settled over him. He wasn’t as heavy as he looked, and although it felt scary weird wrong to have another man in skin to skin contact with him, Rodney’s warmth chased away some of the chill.

“Alright,” Rodney said. “Just go with me, here, okay? I’m going to move against you. If you want, you can just stay still. You don’t have to do anything other than that.”

John said nothing. He couldn’t nod or make any sound. He felt Rodney pause, then look down at his face.

“Sheppard. I need to know you’re with me here. John?”

“Ok.” He managed, but his voice was low, rough. His face felt tight and hot, and then Rodney kissed his cheek and started to thrust.

McKay shifted himself so that his penis was not quite touching Sheppard’s. He gave tiny forward and upward motions, nothing to fast or forceful. John tried to ignore the feeling of something digging into his hip. He focused on anything else he could, but found that McKay’s breath, warm on his skin, caught his attention and held it.

“It’s okay, John,” Rodney whispered. “Trust me. I just need you to trust me.”

Rodney slid a hand under John’s arm, and guided until it was stretched over his back. For show, John wondered, or to help me? He didn’t give it much more thought, just held on as Rodney pushed a little faster, then a little harder, and suddenly John was wet and Rodney was panting with his release.

“Okay,” John said, when he found his voice. “If we’re done, maybe you could get off me?”

Rodney jerked back like he’d been bitten. He paused for a moment, suspended over John, then rolled awkwardly off the bed and started to dress.

“Normally, I’d get a cloth or something to clean us both up, but I guess that can wait.”

“Whatever,” John said. “Can we just get the ZPM and go?”

He dressed too, slowly, stiffly. His body felt low on power, reluctant to move as quickly and fluidly as he wanted. But he managed, finally tucking in the laces of his boots, and running his fingers through his hair.

When the Zenegi returned, they looked from one of them to the other, and John could still feel the wet patch under his BDUs, like a cold brand settling into his skin. But they had the ZPM, and Rodney took it, and almost came again. He had the good grace not to look at Sheppard as the Zenegi escorted them to the bridge that left their settlement and would allow the men to get back to the Stargate.

As the Zenegi returned their guns and equipment, Rodney grabbed his scanner. He ran it quickly over the ZPM and his face turned dark. “This isn’t even at 1% charge.”

Sheppard felt everything slow down as he turned to Rodney. “Say again?”

“It’s drained. There’s barely enough power in it to make a pot of coffee.”

The Zenegi gave them blank looks. “You have the device you wanted. What is wrong?”

John didn’t felt like talking, but Rodney had a habit of drawing bullets with his words, so he forced himself. “We believed it was fully charged – that it worked,” he added, seeing the Zenegi’s confused looks. “If we had known that it was otherwise, we wouldn’t have agreed to... to trade.”

Perhaps a shrug was a universal gesture, because it sure looked like the Zenegi were doing it now. “You were unclear,” they said. “And an agreement was made. You may go, now.”

Rodney protested in vain as the Zenegi retreated into the settlement and closed the gates behind them. “Great. I knew it was too good to be true. We finally get our hands on a ZPM and it’s worthless.”

John grabbed hold of his arm, and squeezed. “Can we just get home, McKay? Because I am decidedly not okay, and even if your ZPM had enough power in it to make Atlantis fly, I would not be okay. So – suck it up and move it.”

He stalked over the bridge, not entirely sure if Rodney was following but pretty sure he didn’t really care.

Date: 2008-12-31 03:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] garneteve.livejournal.com

poor john...and poor rodney for believing them.

Date: 2008-12-31 02:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] texanfan.livejournal.com
Wow. That's a lot of pain packed in there. Right about now Rodney is realizing that he's destroyed his relationship with Sheppard and doesn't have the sop of a charged ZPM to bouy him up. You really got Sheppard's horror at the experience through without going over the top or suggesting this was just some coy reluctance. Difficult tightrope to walk.

Date: 2009-01-01 12:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skinscript.livejournal.com
Poor boys!

Though at least Rodney was ... mostly sensitive to John's reluctance, even if he pushes him to give in.

Much as I like McShep, I really like it when a story crops up where they *aren't* secretly into each other, and when amtdi goes wrong.

Thanks for sharing!

Date: 2009-01-01 02:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dodificus.livejournal.com
I liked this but I have to say that the word 'prig' at the beginning threw me off a bit. It doesn't sound like the sort of thing John would think or the sort of word he'd use.

I just thought I'd point that out but I did like the story!

Date: 2009-01-02 03:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dodificus.livejournal.com
I'm not American, so I'm not sure if I'm qualified:) But maybe 'dense' or 'a dick' eg 'and John was being a dick for hesitating.'

Date: 2009-01-02 05:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tzzzz.livejournal.com
A different look at aliens made them do it. I liked it, though I was still hoping for a happy ending.


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