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Loveless Relationships
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Category:
Stargate: SG-1 › Stargate Atlantis
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
5,256
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Stargate Atlantis, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Possession
Rodney gripped the Atlantis version of the toilet and retched. He willed his stomach to calm. He focused on warming his cold sweat, slowing the heart beat in his ears . . . and his ass. God, his ass hurt.
His mouth watered and his ears rang before retching again.
He remembered the way Sheppard had moaned and growled like some sort of wild animal while Rodney cried. He felt ashamed of the way he had cried and begged for Sheppard to stop fucking him. Rodney had even tried to kick and punch Sheppard while he was inside of him.
Sheppard just threw Rodney’s legs over his shoulder and pinned his wrists to the bed. After that he held still and let Sheppard finish.
He swore that he could still feel Sheppard thrusting inside of him long after the man had dressed and left. Rodney laid on the bed in the same rumpled position in which Sheppard had left him. He told himself that nothing was wrong. He was just fine. Sheppard was just being a little rough to relieve some pressure. God knows that his own behavior couldn’t be helping John’s moods lately. He was just fine. A quick shower and everything would be back to normal.
His butt cheeks began to feel slick and wet like there was something more inside of him than just jizz and lotion. He slid a cautious finger between his cheeks and became nauseous at the sight of blood. His stomach turned and he limped into the bathroom.
After a while he was having dry heaves, and he was too tired to hang onto the toilet. All he needed was a quick shower, and everything would be fine. He was so cold on the floor. He should never have gotten out of the warm bed. He wasn’t really that sick. He could have held it together.
Maybe he had the stomach flu. Or that egg salad sandwich from lunch. Probably just bad egg salad. He’d tell Weir about the atrocious conditions of the expedition’s kitchen tomorrow, but right now he needed to get into the shower.
He stretched a shaking arm to the sink as he tried to get off of the floor. His hand slipped on something plastic which fell to the floor next to him. It was his radio. He tried to stand again, but he was too weak.
He really should tell Carson that he had the stomach flu. Carson was a doctor; he could help Rodney into the shower. He attached the radio to his ear. “Carson? This is Rodney.”
A long pause. “Yeah, Rodney?”
“Hey, are you busy?”
A sigh. “I’m trying to go to sleep. Can this wait until morning?”
“Not really. It’s sort of a medical thing.”
“Then call the infirmary. I’m off duty. Good night.”
“No, no, no. It’s really not that serious. I just need your help for a few minutes. Besides, you’re right down the hall. It’ll just take a minute, I promise.”
Another sigh. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
A shower and he would be fine. Everything would be just fine.
He reached for a nearby towel to protect his modesty and waited.
His mouth watered and his ears rang before retching again.
He remembered the way Sheppard had moaned and growled like some sort of wild animal while Rodney cried. He felt ashamed of the way he had cried and begged for Sheppard to stop fucking him. Rodney had even tried to kick and punch Sheppard while he was inside of him.
Sheppard just threw Rodney’s legs over his shoulder and pinned his wrists to the bed. After that he held still and let Sheppard finish.
He swore that he could still feel Sheppard thrusting inside of him long after the man had dressed and left. Rodney laid on the bed in the same rumpled position in which Sheppard had left him. He told himself that nothing was wrong. He was just fine. Sheppard was just being a little rough to relieve some pressure. God knows that his own behavior couldn’t be helping John’s moods lately. He was just fine. A quick shower and everything would be back to normal.
His butt cheeks began to feel slick and wet like there was something more inside of him than just jizz and lotion. He slid a cautious finger between his cheeks and became nauseous at the sight of blood. His stomach turned and he limped into the bathroom.
After a while he was having dry heaves, and he was too tired to hang onto the toilet. All he needed was a quick shower, and everything would be fine. He was so cold on the floor. He should never have gotten out of the warm bed. He wasn’t really that sick. He could have held it together.
Maybe he had the stomach flu. Or that egg salad sandwich from lunch. Probably just bad egg salad. He’d tell Weir about the atrocious conditions of the expedition’s kitchen tomorrow, but right now he needed to get into the shower.
He stretched a shaking arm to the sink as he tried to get off of the floor. His hand slipped on something plastic which fell to the floor next to him. It was his radio. He tried to stand again, but he was too weak.
He really should tell Carson that he had the stomach flu. Carson was a doctor; he could help Rodney into the shower. He attached the radio to his ear. “Carson? This is Rodney.”
A long pause. “Yeah, Rodney?”
“Hey, are you busy?”
A sigh. “I’m trying to go to sleep. Can this wait until morning?”
“Not really. It’s sort of a medical thing.”
“Then call the infirmary. I’m off duty. Good night.”
“No, no, no. It’s really not that serious. I just need your help for a few minutes. Besides, you’re right down the hall. It’ll just take a minute, I promise.”
Another sigh. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
A shower and he would be fine. Everything would be just fine.
He reached for a nearby towel to protect his modesty and waited.