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Hallucinogen
Title: Hallucinogen
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Author: llewellynprince
Date: no idea
Email: none
Link to: none
Series: Kink
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: McKay/Sheppard, Bates/Ford, Ronon Dex/Peter Grodin, Stackhouse/Markham, Radek Zelenka/Lorne
Category: romance, humor
Season: 2
Episode: any
Spoilers: none
Warnings: sex, lots and lots of sex
Summary: The aphrodisiac takes effect, nuff said.
Notes: beta’d by Linda
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Lesson Three: Hallucinating isn’t always a bad thing.
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2 days later
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Hallway (Bates/Ford)
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Bates sighed dejectedly. Apparently the aphrodisiac Rodney and the other scientists had found hadn’t maintained its potency in the 10,000 years since the ancients had been there.
Damn this sucked. Just when he’d thought he’d get a chance something like this happened. He sighed again.
So far, the only thing that had happened when they’d taken the aphrodisiac was an increased frequency of dreams about their desires, damn vivid dreams too.
“Bates!”
His head snapped up when Ford called his name and his jaw dropped. Holy $#! He let out a strangled ‘yes’.
Ford raised an eyebrow. “You okay man?”
“Fine,” Bates croaked. Eyes above the waist! Eyes above the waist!
Ford raised an eyebrow and glanced down, wondering if he had something on his uniform. “Do I have something on my uniform?”
Bates shook his head frantically, which just served to confuse Ford more.
“No, everything’s fine,” Bates managed to keep his gaze focused on the spot just over Ford’s shoulder and resolutely held it there, he was not going to look down-oh god. He snapped his eyes shut and didn’t open them until he was practically staring at the ceiling.
“Bates?” Ford was getting worried now - the man was acting strange. He hadn’t even disagreed with him over something yet and normally, that was the first thing he did. “Maybe you should go to the infirmary,” he reached out to touch his arm and Bates jumped back.
“Its fine, Lt. I’m just on my way back to my quarters to rest.”
Ford nodded, ignoring how it hurt when Bates had backed away from his touch. “Okay,” he gave the Sgt. one last smile before turning and heading back down the hall.
Oh god! Bates drooled, that ass! He stared as Ford walked away. Jesus, the aphrodisiac was working now! Fuck, he whimpered. If McKay had told him that was what was going to happen, he would have waited until he was alone to drink it, as he had no idea how he was going to get past the mess hall with this hard on.
He remembered the bathroom on this floor was only a few doors down and headed there quickly. Once he was there he barricaded himself inside and slid a hand inside his boxers. Images of Ford appeared almost immediately and the first to pop up was from the other day when he’d walked into the mess hall to find Ford on his hands and knees picking up something. God, if that hadn’t been an instant orgasm he didn’t know what was. It only took a few hard strokes and he came, his orgasm washing over him like a shower. He washed his hands and cued his radio. “Dr. McKay?”
“What?” was the irritable reply.
“I JUST SAW FORD WALKING DOWN THE HALL IN WHIPPED CREAM AND VANILLA ICE CREAM! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, MCKAY!” Bates screamed into his radio.
He could here a thud from the other end of the radio and several curses followed by the distinct sound of someone pulling themselves up off the floor.
“What?”
“I said-“
“No, you screamed!”
Bates growled.
“Okay you were saying…”
“I said, I just saw Ford and he was wearing vanilla ice cream and whipped cream!”
“I-what? Are you serious?”
“YES! What the fuck is going on McKay?”
“It’s the aphrodisiac; apparently it’s a hallucinogen as well.” Rodney trailed off into undecipherable mutters and Bates sighed and shut off the radio. This was getting out of hand.
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Hallway Somewhere else
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(Stackhouse/Markham)
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Holy fuck! Stackhouse whimpered as Markham approached him.
“Stacks? Man what’s wrong?” Markham advanced, Stackhouse’s eyes widened comically and he turned and ran, ignoring Markham yelling his name.
“What the hell?” Markham muttered watching Stackhouse disappearing around a corner faster than a speeding bullet and leaving Markham in the dust, confused and hurt.
Stackhouse finally stopped running fifteen minutes, three levels, and six hallways later, leaning against the wall to catch his breath. Thankfully, the exhaustion caused by his run had wilted his erection. He tapped his com unit.
“Dr. McKay?”
“What now?” Rodney snapped angrily.
“I just saw Jam-Markham!”
“So? I fail to see how you’re suddenly spotting the man you work with everyday is any of my concern”
“It wasn’t normal!” Stackhouse panicked.
“Oh really?” McKay didn’t sound like he believed him.
“Yes!”
“How so, Sgt.?” McKay sighed.
“Ur, well, he was…he was wearing, um…”
“Out with it Sgt! Some of us have important things to do!”
“Ribbons and chocolate!” Stackhouse blurted out, then blushed even though no one else could hear him.
There was silence on the other end of the radio. “That’s it?”
“What do you mean ‘that’s it’!”
“Calm down and breath Sgt,” McKay said dryly, “I just figured your fantasies would be a bit more, rowdy.”
“Rowdy?” Stackhouse squeaked.
“Yeah. Never mind, you said you saw Markham in chocolate and ribbons? Were you asleep or did you just have a hot flash or something?”
“Women have hot flashes McKay,” Stackhouse growled, “I met him in the hall, there were a bunch of people around us and none of them noticed.”
“Hmmm.”
“’Hmmmm’ what?”
“Hmmmm, I think you’re seeing things.”
“What?”
“It’s the aphrodisiac. Bates reported the same thing, said he saw Ford in vanilla ice cream and whipped cream, though I can’t really see how Ford was wearing the ice cream, but anyway, its just an illusion, not really there. Well Markham is, but the ribbon and chocolate aren’t. Do you happen to have any chocolate, out of curiosity?”
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Rodney’s Lab
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(Zelenka/Lorne)
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Rodney sighed and clicked off the radio. If people kept calling him because their fantasies were coming true, he was going to have enough info to blackmail every really important person in Atlantis for the rest of their lives, within an hour. He rubbed his temples, really why did everyone think he could solve all their problems? Must be the whole genius thing, that and the fact that I save their asses everyday, he thought, and gave a long suffering sigh, before turning as the door to the lab slid open with a whoosh and Maj. Lorne walked in. Well, this was interesting.
“Major?”
“Hey, Dr. McKay, I was just wondering if you’ve seen Dr. Zelenka?”
As if on cue, Zelenka walked in from Lab 2, his head buried in some file that judging from the handwriting was Kavanagh’s, which meant he probably had a roaring headache.
“Hey, Zeluta!”
“It’s Zelenka!” The Czech snapped, his head coming up and out of the folder.
“Phf, whatever Maj. Lorne here wants to talk to you so hurry it up and get him out of my lab before he breaks something.”
Zelenka rolled his eyes and turned to Maj. Lorne. It took several seconds for anything to really happen, Lorne greeting Zelenka like it was nothing while Zelenka just stood there uncomprehending.
Then time seemed to catch up to itself and Zelenka flamed red in milliseconds. His face going from its normal, pale but healthy complexion, to tomato red, then snow white, followed by blueberry blue as he apparently forgot to breath. He started muttering something under his breath that sounded like silk, wet, silk, wet and then started tottering from side to side. When he finally remembered that he gave Lorne a long scrutiny and when his eyes got to Lorne’s waist and below he promptly hugged the file to his chest and fainted dead away. He almost looked like a vampire.
The whole thing seemed to go right past Lorne until he realized Zelenka wasn’t standing upright anymore and then he was in such a hurry to see if he was alright, he completely forgot to call Beckett and ended up tripping on something and knocking himself out on the corner of the lab table.
This left Rodney with two bodies and no one to help him get rid of them and the whole thing didn’t get any better when one of the female scientists from the Deadalus walked in, right as Rodney was arranging Zelenka and Lorne in a compromising position and taking a picture, at which she promptly started screaming bloody murder. Rodney had just enough time to hide the camera and move them back before Carson, Elizabeth, and several big, burly, did he mention big? Marine’s burst in.
And wasn’t the hour that followed fun! A lecture from Elizabeth, a ‘talk’ from Carson that involved a lot of screaming, and an interrogation from brainless marines, not to mention explaining to the scientist who walked in why she shouldn’t scream when she sees Rodney with bodies, the temptation that it might be her lab partner on the Deadalus was enough to shut her up permanently and Rodney bet he could have got laid out of it too if he tried.
What happened next was, well, hysterical and if it hadn’t ended up with Zelenka in the medical bay, Rodney would never stop laughing.
“At least we know it’s not for the light-hearted,” Rodney muttered as he finally managed to get away from the medical bay, Kavanagh with him, having come to find the file Zelenka had taken.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Rodney sighed.
Silence.
“Well, aphrodisiacs aren’t for the faint-hearted,” Kavanagh commented and Rodney laughed.
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Hallway
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(Sheppard/McKay)
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Sheppard frowned. Was Rodney laughing at something Kavanagh was saying? Something was definitely wrong. He frowned again, was it just him or was Rodney pretty buff for a geek? And, wow, look at those nipples! He shook his head, not now, not now!
“Hey, McKay!
Rodney turned at the sound of his name and saw Major Sheppard heading towards him. “I’ll catch you later in the lab,” Kavanagh nodded and headed off, leaving Rodney to deal with Sheppard.
“Major Sheppard, what can I do for you?” He asked watching Kavanagh’s retreating back and then turning. Stay cool, stay cool, holy $#&&&$&$#&($!
Rodney’s jaw dropped.
Ha! John thought victoriously, I knew this outfit would get him!
Rodney tried not to stare but failed miserably. Sheppard was wearing nothing but silk ties on his ankles and wrists and damn, didn’t he look proud about it. Damn! Rodney realized it was the aphrodisiac taking effect. Son of a bitch! He carefully peeled his eyes away from the ties and Sheppard’s naked form and focused in on his face with as much concentration as he could manage.
John smirked and crossed his arms, asking McKay in a lazy drawl, “Whatcha up to McKay?”
“Nothing,” Rodney replied, going for innocent. It wasn’t working and that might have had something to do with the fact that Sheppard had just crossed his arms together and his nipples….mmmmmm. Rodney fought down a whimper. Now he understood what Bates and Stackhouse had been talking about.
“Wanna go watch a movie? I’ve got Dr. Who!” he grinned, Rodney was so his.
Rodney panicked. Crap! He knows I’d never turn down that movie! He glanced around and then remembered Zelenka and Lorne. “Shouldn’t you be checking on Lorne?”
“Lorne?” Huh? John raised an eyebrow in confusion, Lorne? What the hell was Rodney talking about? Did he want Lorne to join them? Did he like Lorne? John felt his own panic attack coming on.
“Yes, Major, he’s in the infirmary.”
“THE INFIRMARY?” John exclaimed. Part relief, part worry. “What do you mean he’s in the infirmary?”
“He was injured in the labs. He and Zelenka are out cold,” Rodney explained pointing and John took off for the medical bay, just like he knew he would. As soon as he was out of sight Rodney dashed back to his lab, praying no one noticed his hard on.
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Training Room
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(Grodin/Ronon)
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Peter stared. Ronon flipped Simpson over his shoulder. He blinked then stared again. He could get away with it here because he wasn’t the only one staring. Everyone was, it was a self-defense class and the only reason half of them were there was to stare. Ronon had his top off and his skin was slick with sweat, though it was more from trying to control himself then actual exertion. Peter let his eyes wander over the finely muscled torso and tried to ignore the fact everyone else was watching as well. It was his secret kink; he was somewhat of a voyeur. Well, there was no somewhat about it, he liked to watch and he loved mirrors. He shifted as he leaned against the wall, discreetly adjusting his pants.
“You!”
Peter jumped when Ronon’s deep voice washed over him and looked up to find Ronon pointing at him.
“Yes?”
“Your turn.”
And damn, if that didn’t destroy the mood. Hesitantly, Peter moved out onto the floor and barely had time to bring his fists up before the first kick was flying at his head. He jumped back and managed a half way decent defense of running and ducking for the next ten minutes. Ronon didn’t manage to land a hit and Peter had the small satisfaction of knowing he at least had the man’s attention now.
Ronon pulled back, this one was a bit wilier then the others. He didn’t try to attack and instead concentrated on staying out of harms way, apparently he didn’t see a problem with running away. None of the men from earth did now that he thought about it; they referred to it as strategically running backwards or strategically backtracking. He cocked his head to the side and moved in for another attack, managing to grab one of the dark-skinned scientist’s arms.
“You need to attack, you can’t keep running,” He warned. Wait, did he just! Ronon frowned, was he checking out his crotch? Ronon’s frown deepened, he smelt strangely familiar too, the same scent that had clung to his room the day before. Was this dark, accented scientist who handled Gate Room Operations the one who’d been in his room?
“Ronon?”
“Hmmm?”
CRACK
Peter couldn’t help it; he glanced at Ronon’s crotch, but only for a second. When he looked up Ronon seemed lost in thought and Peter could easily imagine Rodney’s comment on that. He frowned, and then realized Ronon had left his other arm free.
“Ronon?” Peter almost felt sorry for what he was about to do.
“Hmmm?” He pulled back his fist and let it fly and this time there was no ancient shield to stop it.
Ronon flew backward and landed hard on his ass. He reached up immediately but found no broken bones or such. Damn, the scientist hit hard, like the female one before him, she was just plain crazy. He glanced up and saw the scientist was slightly winded and holding his hand with a grimace.
He had not expected that. He hadn’t thought any of the Earth scientists had it in them! He stood, ignoring the hand the scientist offered. He studied him for a moment.
“What’s your name?”
Peter jumped when Ronon spoke even though he’d been watching. “Ur, Grodin. Peter Grodin.” There were a few snickers at that, but Ronon just raised an eyebrow.
Ronon frowned, then gave a feral smile that sent Peter’s heart racing.
“Not bad.”
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Author: llewellynprince
Date: no idea
Email: none
Link to: none
Series: Kink
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: McKay/Sheppard, Bates/Ford, Ronon Dex/Peter Grodin, Stackhouse/Markham, Radek Zelenka/Lorne
Category: romance, humor
Season: 2
Episode: any
Spoilers: none
Warnings: sex, lots and lots of sex
Summary: The aphrodisiac takes effect, nuff said.
Notes: beta’d by Linda
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Lesson Three: Hallucinating isn’t always a bad thing.
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2 days later
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Hallway (Bates/Ford)
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Bates sighed dejectedly. Apparently the aphrodisiac Rodney and the other scientists had found hadn’t maintained its potency in the 10,000 years since the ancients had been there.
Damn this sucked. Just when he’d thought he’d get a chance something like this happened. He sighed again.
So far, the only thing that had happened when they’d taken the aphrodisiac was an increased frequency of dreams about their desires, damn vivid dreams too.
“Bates!”
His head snapped up when Ford called his name and his jaw dropped. Holy $#! He let out a strangled ‘yes’.
Ford raised an eyebrow. “You okay man?”
“Fine,” Bates croaked. Eyes above the waist! Eyes above the waist!
Ford raised an eyebrow and glanced down, wondering if he had something on his uniform. “Do I have something on my uniform?”
Bates shook his head frantically, which just served to confuse Ford more.
“No, everything’s fine,” Bates managed to keep his gaze focused on the spot just over Ford’s shoulder and resolutely held it there, he was not going to look down-oh god. He snapped his eyes shut and didn’t open them until he was practically staring at the ceiling.
“Bates?” Ford was getting worried now - the man was acting strange. He hadn’t even disagreed with him over something yet and normally, that was the first thing he did. “Maybe you should go to the infirmary,” he reached out to touch his arm and Bates jumped back.
“Its fine, Lt. I’m just on my way back to my quarters to rest.”
Ford nodded, ignoring how it hurt when Bates had backed away from his touch. “Okay,” he gave the Sgt. one last smile before turning and heading back down the hall.
Oh god! Bates drooled, that ass! He stared as Ford walked away. Jesus, the aphrodisiac was working now! Fuck, he whimpered. If McKay had told him that was what was going to happen, he would have waited until he was alone to drink it, as he had no idea how he was going to get past the mess hall with this hard on.
He remembered the bathroom on this floor was only a few doors down and headed there quickly. Once he was there he barricaded himself inside and slid a hand inside his boxers. Images of Ford appeared almost immediately and the first to pop up was from the other day when he’d walked into the mess hall to find Ford on his hands and knees picking up something. God, if that hadn’t been an instant orgasm he didn’t know what was. It only took a few hard strokes and he came, his orgasm washing over him like a shower. He washed his hands and cued his radio. “Dr. McKay?”
“What?” was the irritable reply.
“I JUST SAW FORD WALKING DOWN THE HALL IN WHIPPED CREAM AND VANILLA ICE CREAM! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, MCKAY!” Bates screamed into his radio.
He could here a thud from the other end of the radio and several curses followed by the distinct sound of someone pulling themselves up off the floor.
“What?”
“I said-“
“No, you screamed!”
Bates growled.
“Okay you were saying…”
“I said, I just saw Ford and he was wearing vanilla ice cream and whipped cream!”
“I-what? Are you serious?”
“YES! What the fuck is going on McKay?”
“It’s the aphrodisiac; apparently it’s a hallucinogen as well.” Rodney trailed off into undecipherable mutters and Bates sighed and shut off the radio. This was getting out of hand.
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Hallway Somewhere else
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(Stackhouse/Markham)
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Holy fuck! Stackhouse whimpered as Markham approached him.
“Stacks? Man what’s wrong?” Markham advanced, Stackhouse’s eyes widened comically and he turned and ran, ignoring Markham yelling his name.
“What the hell?” Markham muttered watching Stackhouse disappearing around a corner faster than a speeding bullet and leaving Markham in the dust, confused and hurt.
Stackhouse finally stopped running fifteen minutes, three levels, and six hallways later, leaning against the wall to catch his breath. Thankfully, the exhaustion caused by his run had wilted his erection. He tapped his com unit.
“Dr. McKay?”
“What now?” Rodney snapped angrily.
“I just saw Jam-Markham!”
“So? I fail to see how you’re suddenly spotting the man you work with everyday is any of my concern”
“It wasn’t normal!” Stackhouse panicked.
“Oh really?” McKay didn’t sound like he believed him.
“Yes!”
“How so, Sgt.?” McKay sighed.
“Ur, well, he was…he was wearing, um…”
“Out with it Sgt! Some of us have important things to do!”
“Ribbons and chocolate!” Stackhouse blurted out, then blushed even though no one else could hear him.
There was silence on the other end of the radio. “That’s it?”
“What do you mean ‘that’s it’!”
“Calm down and breath Sgt,” McKay said dryly, “I just figured your fantasies would be a bit more, rowdy.”
“Rowdy?” Stackhouse squeaked.
“Yeah. Never mind, you said you saw Markham in chocolate and ribbons? Were you asleep or did you just have a hot flash or something?”
“Women have hot flashes McKay,” Stackhouse growled, “I met him in the hall, there were a bunch of people around us and none of them noticed.”
“Hmmm.”
“’Hmmmm’ what?”
“Hmmmm, I think you’re seeing things.”
“What?”
“It’s the aphrodisiac. Bates reported the same thing, said he saw Ford in vanilla ice cream and whipped cream, though I can’t really see how Ford was wearing the ice cream, but anyway, its just an illusion, not really there. Well Markham is, but the ribbon and chocolate aren’t. Do you happen to have any chocolate, out of curiosity?”
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Rodney’s Lab
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(Zelenka/Lorne)
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Rodney sighed and clicked off the radio. If people kept calling him because their fantasies were coming true, he was going to have enough info to blackmail every really important person in Atlantis for the rest of their lives, within an hour. He rubbed his temples, really why did everyone think he could solve all their problems? Must be the whole genius thing, that and the fact that I save their asses everyday, he thought, and gave a long suffering sigh, before turning as the door to the lab slid open with a whoosh and Maj. Lorne walked in. Well, this was interesting.
“Major?”
“Hey, Dr. McKay, I was just wondering if you’ve seen Dr. Zelenka?”
As if on cue, Zelenka walked in from Lab 2, his head buried in some file that judging from the handwriting was Kavanagh’s, which meant he probably had a roaring headache.
“Hey, Zeluta!”
“It’s Zelenka!” The Czech snapped, his head coming up and out of the folder.
“Phf, whatever Maj. Lorne here wants to talk to you so hurry it up and get him out of my lab before he breaks something.”
Zelenka rolled his eyes and turned to Maj. Lorne. It took several seconds for anything to really happen, Lorne greeting Zelenka like it was nothing while Zelenka just stood there uncomprehending.
Then time seemed to catch up to itself and Zelenka flamed red in milliseconds. His face going from its normal, pale but healthy complexion, to tomato red, then snow white, followed by blueberry blue as he apparently forgot to breath. He started muttering something under his breath that sounded like silk, wet, silk, wet and then started tottering from side to side. When he finally remembered that he gave Lorne a long scrutiny and when his eyes got to Lorne’s waist and below he promptly hugged the file to his chest and fainted dead away. He almost looked like a vampire.
The whole thing seemed to go right past Lorne until he realized Zelenka wasn’t standing upright anymore and then he was in such a hurry to see if he was alright, he completely forgot to call Beckett and ended up tripping on something and knocking himself out on the corner of the lab table.
This left Rodney with two bodies and no one to help him get rid of them and the whole thing didn’t get any better when one of the female scientists from the Deadalus walked in, right as Rodney was arranging Zelenka and Lorne in a compromising position and taking a picture, at which she promptly started screaming bloody murder. Rodney had just enough time to hide the camera and move them back before Carson, Elizabeth, and several big, burly, did he mention big? Marine’s burst in.
And wasn’t the hour that followed fun! A lecture from Elizabeth, a ‘talk’ from Carson that involved a lot of screaming, and an interrogation from brainless marines, not to mention explaining to the scientist who walked in why she shouldn’t scream when she sees Rodney with bodies, the temptation that it might be her lab partner on the Deadalus was enough to shut her up permanently and Rodney bet he could have got laid out of it too if he tried.
What happened next was, well, hysterical and if it hadn’t ended up with Zelenka in the medical bay, Rodney would never stop laughing.
“At least we know it’s not for the light-hearted,” Rodney muttered as he finally managed to get away from the medical bay, Kavanagh with him, having come to find the file Zelenka had taken.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Rodney sighed.
Silence.
“Well, aphrodisiacs aren’t for the faint-hearted,” Kavanagh commented and Rodney laughed.
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Hallway
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(Sheppard/McKay)
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Sheppard frowned. Was Rodney laughing at something Kavanagh was saying? Something was definitely wrong. He frowned again, was it just him or was Rodney pretty buff for a geek? And, wow, look at those nipples! He shook his head, not now, not now!
“Hey, McKay!
Rodney turned at the sound of his name and saw Major Sheppard heading towards him. “I’ll catch you later in the lab,” Kavanagh nodded and headed off, leaving Rodney to deal with Sheppard.
“Major Sheppard, what can I do for you?” He asked watching Kavanagh’s retreating back and then turning. Stay cool, stay cool, holy $#&&&$&$#&($!
Rodney’s jaw dropped.
Ha! John thought victoriously, I knew this outfit would get him!
Rodney tried not to stare but failed miserably. Sheppard was wearing nothing but silk ties on his ankles and wrists and damn, didn’t he look proud about it. Damn! Rodney realized it was the aphrodisiac taking effect. Son of a bitch! He carefully peeled his eyes away from the ties and Sheppard’s naked form and focused in on his face with as much concentration as he could manage.
John smirked and crossed his arms, asking McKay in a lazy drawl, “Whatcha up to McKay?”
“Nothing,” Rodney replied, going for innocent. It wasn’t working and that might have had something to do with the fact that Sheppard had just crossed his arms together and his nipples….mmmmmm. Rodney fought down a whimper. Now he understood what Bates and Stackhouse had been talking about.
“Wanna go watch a movie? I’ve got Dr. Who!” he grinned, Rodney was so his.
Rodney panicked. Crap! He knows I’d never turn down that movie! He glanced around and then remembered Zelenka and Lorne. “Shouldn’t you be checking on Lorne?”
“Lorne?” Huh? John raised an eyebrow in confusion, Lorne? What the hell was Rodney talking about? Did he want Lorne to join them? Did he like Lorne? John felt his own panic attack coming on.
“Yes, Major, he’s in the infirmary.”
“THE INFIRMARY?” John exclaimed. Part relief, part worry. “What do you mean he’s in the infirmary?”
“He was injured in the labs. He and Zelenka are out cold,” Rodney explained pointing and John took off for the medical bay, just like he knew he would. As soon as he was out of sight Rodney dashed back to his lab, praying no one noticed his hard on.
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Training Room
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(Grodin/Ronon)
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Peter stared. Ronon flipped Simpson over his shoulder. He blinked then stared again. He could get away with it here because he wasn’t the only one staring. Everyone was, it was a self-defense class and the only reason half of them were there was to stare. Ronon had his top off and his skin was slick with sweat, though it was more from trying to control himself then actual exertion. Peter let his eyes wander over the finely muscled torso and tried to ignore the fact everyone else was watching as well. It was his secret kink; he was somewhat of a voyeur. Well, there was no somewhat about it, he liked to watch and he loved mirrors. He shifted as he leaned against the wall, discreetly adjusting his pants.
“You!”
Peter jumped when Ronon’s deep voice washed over him and looked up to find Ronon pointing at him.
“Yes?”
“Your turn.”
And damn, if that didn’t destroy the mood. Hesitantly, Peter moved out onto the floor and barely had time to bring his fists up before the first kick was flying at his head. He jumped back and managed a half way decent defense of running and ducking for the next ten minutes. Ronon didn’t manage to land a hit and Peter had the small satisfaction of knowing he at least had the man’s attention now.
Ronon pulled back, this one was a bit wilier then the others. He didn’t try to attack and instead concentrated on staying out of harms way, apparently he didn’t see a problem with running away. None of the men from earth did now that he thought about it; they referred to it as strategically running backwards or strategically backtracking. He cocked his head to the side and moved in for another attack, managing to grab one of the dark-skinned scientist’s arms.
“You need to attack, you can’t keep running,” He warned. Wait, did he just! Ronon frowned, was he checking out his crotch? Ronon’s frown deepened, he smelt strangely familiar too, the same scent that had clung to his room the day before. Was this dark, accented scientist who handled Gate Room Operations the one who’d been in his room?
“Ronon?”
“Hmmm?”
CRACK
Peter couldn’t help it; he glanced at Ronon’s crotch, but only for a second. When he looked up Ronon seemed lost in thought and Peter could easily imagine Rodney’s comment on that. He frowned, and then realized Ronon had left his other arm free.
“Ronon?” Peter almost felt sorry for what he was about to do.
“Hmmm?” He pulled back his fist and let it fly and this time there was no ancient shield to stop it.
Ronon flew backward and landed hard on his ass. He reached up immediately but found no broken bones or such. Damn, the scientist hit hard, like the female one before him, she was just plain crazy. He glanced up and saw the scientist was slightly winded and holding his hand with a grimace.
He had not expected that. He hadn’t thought any of the Earth scientists had it in them! He stood, ignoring the hand the scientist offered. He studied him for a moment.
“What’s your name?”
Peter jumped when Ronon spoke even though he’d been watching. “Ur, Grodin. Peter Grodin.” There were a few snickers at that, but Ronon just raised an eyebrow.
Ronon frowned, then gave a feral smile that sent Peter’s heart racing.
“Not bad.”
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