Getting Away With Murder

Getting Away With Murder
Part III

John panted harshly as Rodney slowly drew his knife up along the side of John’s thigh, blood dripping from the open cut to drop down to the sheets. John, with each slice of the knife, whimpered in pleasure and pain. Rodney smiled to himself as he listened to every moan that emerged from John’s lips. He now had the perfect partner, one who wanted what he wanted to do to them and enjoyed it as much as he did. Rodney tilted his head, he had to be careful. He didn’t want to injure John too much.

After all, John needed to be able to function properly at work. They were going to have to take a vacation soon in order for him to play with John as he would like to. A dark chuckle emerged from his lips as he thought about what he could do to John if they had the time and space. Rodney leaned forward and bit down hard on John’s left nipple. John arched up into Rodney’s mouth with a strangled scream and opened glazed hazel eyes. “More! Please!”

“As you wish,” Rodney whispered and dragged the knife across his abused nipple.

John howled and Rodney smirked, John was ready now. He nudged John, indicating that he wanted him to turnover. Once John had rolled over onto his stomach Rodney urged him up onto all fours. Rodney watched them in the mirror he had set up. He smiled when he caught John watching his left nipple in the mirror as the blood oozed from where Rodney had cut it. He watched as the blood gathered at the tip of his nipple before falling with a soft plop to the sheets below. Rodney reached down to one of the wounds he had given John and smeared his hand with the blood. He slid his blood covered hand down his cock, making it slick. Then without any further preparation positioned himself to fuck his new pet. If John hadn’t remembered to prepare himself the only lubrication he’d have would be his own blood.

His cock slid easily into John and he smiled; John had remembered. He began to thrust into John’s slick hole. He moved slowly at first, watching John’s expression of ecstasy in the mirror in front of the bed. “Open your eyes, John. Look at us, look at you. You look so pretty covered in your own blood, with my marks all over your body.”

John’s eyes opened at Rodney’s command and he watched as Rodney slowly fucked him. He cried out as Rodney’s next thrust hit his prostate, hot pleasure spiking through him. “Rodney, I need more. Please. Give . . . me . . . more!”

Rodney chuckled darkly and continued to move at a slow pace, watching with blue eyes as he slowly pushed himself into John. He met John’s eyes in the mirror. Blue and green eyes clashed, John, silently begging Rodney to move faster. Rodney tilted his head, considering whether John deserve to be rewarded. He looked at the myriad of cuts that marred John’s body and the leashed pain in his eyes and smiled. A few more slow thrusts and he decided that, John deserved to be rewarded and that he was loose enough not to be hurt to too badly.

He began to move faster and harder. John pushed himself back into every brutal plunge and whined in the back of his throat for more. Rodney’s eyes glazed over as he watched John throw his head back and wail for more, need written in every line of his body. He pounded into John even harder, giving them both what they wanted. He moved his left hand off John’s hip, dragging his nails against John’s skin leaving a trail of welts along his sides until Rodney reached the nipple he had marked. He pulled viciously on it. John’s scream echoed around the room and he bucked up hard against Rodney, “Please!”

Rodney bit lightly on John’s pointed ear and whispered, “You may.”

With permission given, John came all over the bed. John clenched around Rodney’s cock. A few seconds later, Rodney came with a muffled shout, biting John’s shoulder. He slowly pulled out of John and relaxed with John nestled in his arms for a few minutes before he cleaned up John’s wounds. His fingertips brushed gently along the scarring on John’s lower back where he had left his initials. ‘Mine! All mine!’

* * *

The next day, John moved a little slower then normal. He was a little sore after last night’s activities. He met briefly with Rodney in the lab and leaned carefully against his desk. Rodney smiled at him, satisfaction written in every line of his body. A look passed between them, catching the interest of Miko.

Miko leaned back on her stool, adjusting her glasses nervously. She had noticed the change in the two’s behavior in the past couple of months and it made her feel . . . uneasy. As if something not quite right was happening between the two. For a very long time she had had a slight crush on Dr. McKay and when Colonel Sheppard had started flirting with her she had developed feelings for him as well. A look of determination flashed over her face. She was going to get to the bottom of their strange behavior. She needed to know what was going on for her own peace of mind.

As the day progressed, she studied how they interacted with each other and with others. As time went by she got more and more unhappy with each observation. When Colonel Sheppard walked up to her desk and started to flirt with her she grew even more uneasy. Colonel Sheppard wasn’t truly paying any attention to her, he was watching Dr. McKay. Miko rapidly came to the conclusion that the Colonel was only flirting with her to make Dr. McKay angry.

Dr. McKay, on the other hand, was getting very angry. A possessive glint flashed through his blue eyes, promising punishment for the person breaking the rules. The Colonel had seen it too. He stopped flirting with her, said good-bye, and left the lab with a look of smug satisfaction. Dr. McKay watched him leave, a dark look on his face and Miko shuddered. She was not happy with what she was seeing. She was angry at being used by the Colonel and perhaps a little jealous as well.

* * *

That evening she watched Dr. McKay and Colonel Sheppard on the life signs detector. Her brown eyes narrowed when she watched the Colonels slip into Dr. McKay’s quarters. A few minutes later she was in front of Dr. McKay’s door, fiddling with the controls. Seconds later she slipped into the room. She stopped and stared at the sight before her. Dr. McKay was straddling the Colonel, a knife in his hand slowly cutting a thin line up the Colonel’s chest. “Really, John, you were flirting with Miko again. You know I don’t like that. So why do you persist in doing so?” A pained gasp echoed around the room as Rodney yanked back John’s head. “Well, answer me!”

“I do it because . . .”

“Because?”

“Because I crave your punishment for doing so.”

“Really?”

“You’re my master, Rodney. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”

Rodney ran his fingers through John’s dark hair, a contemplative look on his face and then smiled down at John, “No, I don’t think I will. It is a good reason for me to punish you after all.”

“Mmmmm,” John moaned, agreeing with Rodney.

Rodney pulled John’s head up and bit his lips, causing them to bleed. John’s eyes clouded over with pleasure and pain and he whimpered into Rodney’s mouth. They kissed, Rodney eagerly licking the blood from John’s lips.

Miko gasped in horror, not believing what she was witnessing. John and Rodney’s heads swiveled toward her and they stared at her in surprise. “What are you doing here, Miko?” John drawled.

“Yes, that is exactly what I was wondering,” Rodney mused.

“You . . . you two . . . need help,” Miko stuttered out.

“Help?” the two figures chorused in unison.

“Yes, help. You need to see Dr. Heightmeyer about your,” she gestured at the bloodstained knife in Rodney’s hand, “problem!”

She reached up to her com device to call for help and got nothing but static. She saw John and Rodney shift positions on the bed and the smirks that was on their faces. She shuddered in fear and tried to open the door, desperate to get out. It wouldn’t open. John chuckled behind her and she whipped around to face them. Rodney smiled softly at her, “Do you really think that we’re going to let you go? To tell the truth Miko, when we set up our little trap with the com and doors we didn’t expect to get you. We were expecting to get Major Lorne or Colonel Caldwell. Ah well, it will be a shame to loose such a good, obedient scientist.” Rodney turned to John and cupped his jaw, “John would you please knock her out without leaving a mark on her. We do want her death to look like an accident after all.”

“As you wish,” John whispered, reaching up to pull Rodney’s face down for a kiss.

Miko gasped at the sight before her then John threw himself out of the bed and onto her. She didn’t even have time to fight back before he had her on the ground and immobilized. He straddled her body, locking her arms to her sides with his legs, pinning her to the floor. Rodney handed him a pillow and he placed it over her face. She bucked up desperately, trying to dislodge the Colonel, failing miserably. She just was not strong enough to fight off a trained soldier. Within a few minutes she stopped struggling and faded into unconsciousness.

* * *
Miko regained consciousness with a pounding headache and moaned softly. She was still alive. They didn’t kill her after all. As she pushed herself up into a sitting position, her hand brushed against an object sitting on the table, just as she heard Dr. McKay shout, “don’t touch that!”

An ominous click emerged from the Ancient device on the table beside. She looked down, recognizing it as the device she had been studying yesterday. Her brown eyes widened in fear just as her body was shocked with serge of energy. The fried husk of her body fell to the floor with a sickening thump. Dr. Simpson who had joined Rodney on his way to the lab in order to talk to him about the most recent project he assigned her whispered, “Oh God.”

Simpson rushed to the nearby waste basket to throw up the contents of her breakfast. Rodney shook his head sadly, "Why did she do that? She was such a good scientist and it is hard to find good, reliable scientists like her."

* * *

Rodney fiddled with the knife in his hand, regarding John possessively before setting the blade against his skin. He moved it up John’s thigh, reopening old wounds. “So, they bought it?”

“Yes,” John gasped, “They totally bought it. Miko’s death was ruled an unfortunate and tragic accident.”

“So we got away with murder,” Rodney muttered softly, the blade in his hand cutting deeper into John’s skin.

“Yes!”

Owari