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Adult ++
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7
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4,411
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5
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Adrenaline
Title: Adrenaline
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Author: llewellynprince
Series: Kink
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: McKay/Sheppardbondage, Bates/Fordvanilla ice cream, whipped cream, Ronon Dex/Peter Grodinwatching, Stackhouse/Markhamchocolate syrup, ribbon, Radek Zelenka/Lornesilk, Czech,
Category: romance, humor
Season: 2
Warnings: sex, lots and lots of sex
Summary: Rodney and the science team get their hands on a an aphrodisiac.
Notes: beta’d by GirlgoneMADD
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Lesson Two: Bad things happen because of unrequited love.
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Gym 2 (Locker Room)
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“I can’t believe we’re doing this, sir.” Stackhouse muttered glancing over his shoulder at Bates.
“Ssshhh. Where’s the serum?”
“Here,” Stackhouse handed it to him and turned back to watch the door. “How did we get talked into this?” he muttered after a moment of silence as he listened to Bates uncap the vial and search for Markham and Ford’s water bottles.
“Markham. Chocolate syrup. Ribbon.” Was all Bates said as he searched.
“Here, I’ll do it.” Stackhouse snapped and stormed over, grabbing Ford and Markham’s water bottles from their gym bags. He took the vial and poured several drops into each of the bottles before screwing the lids back on tight and replacing them. He dropped the vial in his pocket. “What are they doing?” He asked Bates who’d taken his place by the door.
“Taking off their shirts off and getting sweaty,” Bates answered calmly, Stackhouse was beside him in seconds, and they peeked around the corner where Markham and Ford were training in the gym.
Sweat ran down the toned bodies, slipping into crevasses and over toned muscle and smooth skin. Sunlight filtered in through the glass and set their skin on fire.
“You’re drooling,” Bates said calmly.
“I. Don’t. Care,” Stackhouse stated.
Vanilla ice cream….
Chocolate syrup….
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Specialist Ronon Dex’s private quarters
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Peter glanced uneasily at the door and did another quick sweep of Ronon’s room before turning his attention back to the incense burner. He placed of few drops of the liquid inside, thoughts racing through his mind. Now when Ronon burned his incense he’d burn the liquid, create a vapor he’d breathe in and viola! And then it was all Ronon, Ronon naked, Ronon wet-
Oh shit. He’d poured half the vial in when Rodney had specifically said only a few drops, Ronon wasn’t going to be able to walk straight let alone talk. Damn! Franticly he replaced the lid and headed for the door, glancing over his shoulder once more to make sure nothing had been disturbed.
He left out a breath of relief and opened the door quietly, slipping out and practically running down the hall.
Wow, he thought. That was scary! And he was never doing that again, although now he could actually say he’d been the only one who managed to get past Ronon. Ha. Maybe this whole thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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Locker Room
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Zelenka smiled at Stackhouse and Bates who passed him. While it was rare that any of the scientists were there, or in the make shift gym either, it wasn’t unheard off and the two marines paid Zelenka little mind, they looked occupied. Then he remembered that Markham and Ford were supposed to be training in the other gym today, which explained everything.
Once they were gone, Zelenka jumped up from where he’d been pretending to tie his shoe and hurried over to Major Lorne’s locker. It was relatively easy to open, even though he didn’t know the combination and the fact that he was breaking into the locker of the man who occupied his very vivid wet dreams with silk.
He let out breath of relief when it opened and searched through the cloths and toiletries, resisting the urge to just climb in and go to sleep snuggled in Lorne’s cloths…they smelled like him, och….
He jumped when he heard a thud from the gym and glanced around, panicking that someone may have seen him. When it became obvious no one else was there, he let out a sigh of relief and a curse for good measure before turning back to Lorne’s locker. Major Lorne’s water bottle was resting on the top shelf and Zelenka grabbed it, unscrewing the lid and opening the vial.
He studied it for a minute, recalling Rodney had said a few drops would do. Zelenka glanced at the water bottle, frowning. It was full. He starting pouring the vial and visions of Lorne, naked, stretched out on his bed, moaning, draped in silk and all wet and oh, scraka! He’d poured the whole vial in.
You could never be too careful though,he decided and dumped the whole vial in before screwing the cap back on and shaking it up. He placed it back on the shelf and carefully rearranged the locker so no one would be able to tell he’d been there.
He closed it just as a group of marines walked in.
“Hey, Dr. Z!” the leader greeted, Zelenka smiled, thankful the marines could be heardlong before they could be seen.
“Sgt.” He nodded to the others and they nodded back as he slipped out the door. He walked down the hallway chanting ‘Vulva ke Lorne a hedyabi’ the entire way.
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Lt. Col. John Sheppard’s Office
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Rodney grinned evilly as he locked the door behind him. Sheppard was out on the mainland with Teyla, who’d been only to happy to help Rodney with his plan and get Sheppard off Atlantis when he’d explained it to her. Who would have figured the Athosian warrior liked to play match maker?
He walked over to John’s desk and opened the drawer he knew hid John’s precious football tape and the last beer on Atlantis. He pulled the vial out of his pocket and filled the needle. It was relatively easy to get the serum in without leaving any sign and Rodney was almost disappointed. There hadn’t been anyone in the halls to sneak past either. No challenge, no running and ducking-
Mentally he snapped at himself as he put the beer back. He was spending way too much time with the soldiers. He was developing an addiction to the adrenalin high. Damn, next thing he knew he’d be walking around with a gun in his pants. He glanced down at his side arm.
Oh no! He was already turning into one!
Rodney started hyperventilating. This was not happening; he was not turning into a soldier!
He ripped off the gun and holster off. Threw them at John’s desk, and ran out.
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Dr. Rodney McKay’s Lab
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“Alright, tell me again why we’re drinking it?” Stackhouse repeated, studying the open vial in his hands.
To be fair,” Peter answered, holding his own vial.
“Scientific curiosity and the pursuit of knowledge. We need to see what it does first hand and since Carson’s killed all his mice-”
“He has not!” Zelenka snapped, he liked the mice.
“-we have to do it on ourselves-“
“Isn’t that illegal?” Stackhouse asked.
“-No, and we need to see what side effects it might cause in case it happens to get out. Plus, this way if we all do it, its least likely anything embarrassing will ever be brought up again.”
The entire group turned to stare at Rodney.
“Sometimes, man, you’re too honest,” Stackhouse stated.
Rodney raised an eyebrow. “Would you rather I lie?”
“No.”
“Then stop complaining and drink. On three. One. Two. Three!”
They all tossed their vials back.
The serum was thinner then syrup but not by much, almost fruity tasting and no aftertaste. Better then most aphrodisiacs Rodney’d had. He whirled it around his mouth before swallowing.
“Hmmm, it’s like flavored water almost,” Simpson mused.
“Defiantly,” Peter agreed holding his empty bottle to the light.
“There must be some sort of extract in it,” Zelenka murmured.
“Can we change the subject please?” Stackhouse asked.
“Why?” Rodney returned.
“Because it’ bad enough that I drank it, I really don’t want to know what exactly it was I drank,” Stackhouse pleaded. Bates nodded in agreement.
Rodney rolled his eyes. “Alright, it should take about an hour or two to start taking effect, everyone check in once it does and keep an eye on the others.”
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….diwedd….
shit - sraèka
ah - och
sex – vulva
with – ke
and – a
silk - hedvábí
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Author: llewellynprince
Series: Kink
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: McKay/Sheppardbondage, Bates/Fordvanilla ice cream, whipped cream, Ronon Dex/Peter Grodinwatching, Stackhouse/Markhamchocolate syrup, ribbon, Radek Zelenka/Lornesilk, Czech,
Category: romance, humor
Season: 2
Warnings: sex, lots and lots of sex
Summary: Rodney and the science team get their hands on a an aphrodisiac.
Notes: beta’d by GirlgoneMADD
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Lesson Two: Bad things happen because of unrequited love.
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Gym 2 (Locker Room)
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“I can’t believe we’re doing this, sir.” Stackhouse muttered glancing over his shoulder at Bates.
“Ssshhh. Where’s the serum?”
“Here,” Stackhouse handed it to him and turned back to watch the door. “How did we get talked into this?” he muttered after a moment of silence as he listened to Bates uncap the vial and search for Markham and Ford’s water bottles.
“Markham. Chocolate syrup. Ribbon.” Was all Bates said as he searched.
“Here, I’ll do it.” Stackhouse snapped and stormed over, grabbing Ford and Markham’s water bottles from their gym bags. He took the vial and poured several drops into each of the bottles before screwing the lids back on tight and replacing them. He dropped the vial in his pocket. “What are they doing?” He asked Bates who’d taken his place by the door.
“Taking off their shirts off and getting sweaty,” Bates answered calmly, Stackhouse was beside him in seconds, and they peeked around the corner where Markham and Ford were training in the gym.
Sweat ran down the toned bodies, slipping into crevasses and over toned muscle and smooth skin. Sunlight filtered in through the glass and set their skin on fire.
“You’re drooling,” Bates said calmly.
“I. Don’t. Care,” Stackhouse stated.
Vanilla ice cream….
Chocolate syrup….
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Specialist Ronon Dex’s private quarters
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Peter glanced uneasily at the door and did another quick sweep of Ronon’s room before turning his attention back to the incense burner. He placed of few drops of the liquid inside, thoughts racing through his mind. Now when Ronon burned his incense he’d burn the liquid, create a vapor he’d breathe in and viola! And then it was all Ronon, Ronon naked, Ronon wet-
Oh shit. He’d poured half the vial in when Rodney had specifically said only a few drops, Ronon wasn’t going to be able to walk straight let alone talk. Damn! Franticly he replaced the lid and headed for the door, glancing over his shoulder once more to make sure nothing had been disturbed.
He left out a breath of relief and opened the door quietly, slipping out and practically running down the hall.
Wow, he thought. That was scary! And he was never doing that again, although now he could actually say he’d been the only one who managed to get past Ronon. Ha. Maybe this whole thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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Locker Room
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Zelenka smiled at Stackhouse and Bates who passed him. While it was rare that any of the scientists were there, or in the make shift gym either, it wasn’t unheard off and the two marines paid Zelenka little mind, they looked occupied. Then he remembered that Markham and Ford were supposed to be training in the other gym today, which explained everything.
Once they were gone, Zelenka jumped up from where he’d been pretending to tie his shoe and hurried over to Major Lorne’s locker. It was relatively easy to open, even though he didn’t know the combination and the fact that he was breaking into the locker of the man who occupied his very vivid wet dreams with silk.
He let out breath of relief when it opened and searched through the cloths and toiletries, resisting the urge to just climb in and go to sleep snuggled in Lorne’s cloths…they smelled like him, och….
He jumped when he heard a thud from the gym and glanced around, panicking that someone may have seen him. When it became obvious no one else was there, he let out a sigh of relief and a curse for good measure before turning back to Lorne’s locker. Major Lorne’s water bottle was resting on the top shelf and Zelenka grabbed it, unscrewing the lid and opening the vial.
He studied it for a minute, recalling Rodney had said a few drops would do. Zelenka glanced at the water bottle, frowning. It was full. He starting pouring the vial and visions of Lorne, naked, stretched out on his bed, moaning, draped in silk and all wet and oh, scraka! He’d poured the whole vial in.
You could never be too careful though,he decided and dumped the whole vial in before screwing the cap back on and shaking it up. He placed it back on the shelf and carefully rearranged the locker so no one would be able to tell he’d been there.
He closed it just as a group of marines walked in.
“Hey, Dr. Z!” the leader greeted, Zelenka smiled, thankful the marines could be heardlong before they could be seen.
“Sgt.” He nodded to the others and they nodded back as he slipped out the door. He walked down the hallway chanting ‘Vulva ke Lorne a hedyabi’ the entire way.
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Lt. Col. John Sheppard’s Office
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Rodney grinned evilly as he locked the door behind him. Sheppard was out on the mainland with Teyla, who’d been only to happy to help Rodney with his plan and get Sheppard off Atlantis when he’d explained it to her. Who would have figured the Athosian warrior liked to play match maker?
He walked over to John’s desk and opened the drawer he knew hid John’s precious football tape and the last beer on Atlantis. He pulled the vial out of his pocket and filled the needle. It was relatively easy to get the serum in without leaving any sign and Rodney was almost disappointed. There hadn’t been anyone in the halls to sneak past either. No challenge, no running and ducking-
Mentally he snapped at himself as he put the beer back. He was spending way too much time with the soldiers. He was developing an addiction to the adrenalin high. Damn, next thing he knew he’d be walking around with a gun in his pants. He glanced down at his side arm.
Oh no! He was already turning into one!
Rodney started hyperventilating. This was not happening; he was not turning into a soldier!
He ripped off the gun and holster off. Threw them at John’s desk, and ran out.
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Dr. Rodney McKay’s Lab
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“Alright, tell me again why we’re drinking it?” Stackhouse repeated, studying the open vial in his hands.
To be fair,” Peter answered, holding his own vial.
“Scientific curiosity and the pursuit of knowledge. We need to see what it does first hand and since Carson’s killed all his mice-”
“He has not!” Zelenka snapped, he liked the mice.
“-we have to do it on ourselves-“
“Isn’t that illegal?” Stackhouse asked.
“-No, and we need to see what side effects it might cause in case it happens to get out. Plus, this way if we all do it, its least likely anything embarrassing will ever be brought up again.”
The entire group turned to stare at Rodney.
“Sometimes, man, you’re too honest,” Stackhouse stated.
Rodney raised an eyebrow. “Would you rather I lie?”
“No.”
“Then stop complaining and drink. On three. One. Two. Three!”
They all tossed their vials back.
The serum was thinner then syrup but not by much, almost fruity tasting and no aftertaste. Better then most aphrodisiacs Rodney’d had. He whirled it around his mouth before swallowing.
“Hmmm, it’s like flavored water almost,” Simpson mused.
“Defiantly,” Peter agreed holding his empty bottle to the light.
“There must be some sort of extract in it,” Zelenka murmured.
“Can we change the subject please?” Stackhouse asked.
“Why?” Rodney returned.
“Because it’ bad enough that I drank it, I really don’t want to know what exactly it was I drank,” Stackhouse pleaded. Bates nodded in agreement.
Rodney rolled his eyes. “Alright, it should take about an hour or two to start taking effect, everyone check in once it does and keep an eye on the others.”
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….diwedd….
shit - sraèka
ah - och
sex – vulva
with – ke
and – a
silk - hedvábí
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