Alternate Reality

Title: Alternate Reality
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: McKay makes a guest appearance in Sheppard’s alternate reality in “Home”
Author’s Website: Darkness Prevails
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Archive: yes to pegasusgate.net, Area 52, and all others with permission
Warnings: M/M action, crude language
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They’re not mine. I am only borrowing them from the brilliant creators of the show, MGM, and the Sci-Fi Channel.
Author’s Notes:
This is a missing scene from “Home”. Sheppard didn’t leave McKay out of his perfect reality after all.


“Let’s get out of here. Don’t you want to go out and see Earth?” John asked Teyla. He knew something was not right about his home. He was pretty sure that the Air Force paid limo was not right, but the house he supposedly owned was most definitely not right. There were many things not accurate about the present situation. He knew that the presence of General Hammond was unusual, as well as the sudden disappearance of General O’Neill, but he couldn’t quite seem to drag himself away from the perfect reality in front of his eyes. His gut hurt with apprehension and suspicion of the new surroundings, but he just couldn’t seem to get a grip on the real reality. This was not the home he knew. This was some sort of illusion planted inside his mind. The question was why and most importantly, who planted the illusion?

“I thought you would want to stay in your home and visit with friends,” Teyla responded.

John stared at her in confusion, “Teyla, excuse me for a moment. Just make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a minute.” He went into the bathroom and locked the door. He felt a since of panic running through his body. The familiar quiver of nervousness tickled his stomach. Something was most certainly not right here. He examined himself and the illusion closer in the mirror. If this was his idea of perfection then where was the rest of his team? Why was Teyla here and not Elizabeth? And why in the hell was he wearing a blue running jacket? Was looking like a geek in a zipped up to the neck jacket a fantasy running through his sub-conscious?

He splashed water on his face trying to compose himself. He wondered if the others from his team were in their own private illusion, or were they in the same reality just in a different place. He hoped that they were okay, and that they were also realizing that the reality of home was not real. He also began to wonder if he could change this reality if he tried hard enough. Surely the beings who had done this to him didn’t expect him to live out his life with Teyla. He began to think of people that he had known in the past who he knew would prove that this whole place was a sham. If he was one hundred percent sure that this place wasn’t real then he would try to break out of it. He knew that somewhere inside him lay the power of the Ancients, and he hoped that the power could help him and his teammates to escape this perfect reality.

When the door bell chimed he went back out into the living room to greet his unannounced guests. He wondered who he had incarnated within the illusion. When he opened the door and saw two dead airmen, Dex and Mitch, standing and smiling at him, he knew that he had the power to manipulate this reality. The men had died three years ago in Afghanistan in a helicopter rescue, and now here they were asking for beer and talking about the old times like they had never died. He spent a few minutes rehashing old memories pretending that talking to two dead men was perfectly normal.

After a while, he felt the tightness and his gut returning, so once again he excused himself to the bathroom to sort out his thoughts. This was getting really freaky. Perhaps he had hit his head when he came through the Stargate and all of this was just a dream. He hoped that he would wake up with Doctor Beckett in his face asking him how many fingers he was holding up. Surely this wasn’t real. How could dead men be in his house? A house that wasn’t his to start with? His thoughts were interrupted by the chiming of the door bell. Who had he incarnated now? There were several names running through his head at the moment and he couldn’t be sure who it would be. He waited patiently locked inside from the outside illusion waiting for Teyla to inform him of his guest.

“Major Sheppard, you have a visitor. Someone named Ms. Watson,” Teyla announced through the closed door.

“Really?” his 6th grade teacher had been his favorite thorough out all of his schooling, “Tell her to make herself comfortable and I’ll be right out.”

Now he knew that this world was phony. Why the hell would his 6th grade teacher just show up out of the blue unannounced? He supposed that there cold have been a logical reason for her presence, but he knew that he had wanted her here and now she was here. Did her presence really prove that this reality was bogus? Was it possible that she was simply fundraising for the school, and he just happened to be the next stop on her list? He needed something more concrete. Something that left no doubt; besides the two dead pals who were sitting in his living room.

The soft clearing of a throat in the closed off bathroom made him jump despite his military training. It was only now that he noticed the shadowy figure behind the frosted glass of the shower door, and he swallowed hard in dread, “Can I help you?”

“Can you help me? You’re the one who brought me into this illusion of yours Sheppard. Obviously, you want me to help you with something.”

He recognized the condescending tone of McKay and smiled, “Yeah, I guess I just needed someone to ignore the shit out of me.”

McKay stepped out of the dry shower stall and stared knowingly at Sheppard, “Oh, I think you brought me here for something else didn’t you Shep?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about McKay. I just wondered where my team was, and now you’re here. I’m sure Ford will be right along in just a few minutes.”

McKay walked slowly towards Sheppard looking at him like a lion on the prowl, “You’re right, I’m here. Now what are we going to do about it?”

John walked backwards away from the approaching McKay. He was stopped by the vanity counter and sink. He felt a rush of excitement rush through him when he noticed the predatory glare of McKay, “Let’s go out to the crowd and get a beer or two. I hear that they’re running a Battlestar Galactica Marathon on the Sci-Fi Channel.”

“Major, you wouldn’t be trying to avoid me would you? You brought me here for this reason, so why are you trying to deny that it’s what you want?”

John was pressed tightly up against the counter by McKay’s heavy body, and he felt light-headed from the thrill of being out of control, “For the last time”, a hip nudged up against his groin, “I…didn’t bring you here so that you could molest me,” strong hands grabbed his hips and squeezed them firmly, “I…only wanted my team together here in me…I mean with me.”

McKay chuckled softly into John’s ear, “In you? I could handle that. Would you like that John? Would you like me to be in you?”

Sheppard put his hands on Rodney’s chest and attempted to push him away, “No! I do not want you inside of me McKay.”

McKay grabbed John’s hands and pulled them behind his back holding them with one hand, “Liar,” he declared before he kissed Sheppard hard. He sucked and bit on John’s lips until they were a swollen and red. He feasted on the mouth that he had been craving for months. All of his life could not have prepared him for this moment. The science geek was finally getting a chance to have a hot piece of ass and nothing was going to stop him from taking what he wanted. Not even Sheppard who was struggling to get away from his ferocious kiss.

“Get the fuck off me McKay,” John struggled to get out between kisses. His arms were pinned behind him and he was struggling to get the heavier body off of him.

McKay ignored the demand and instead began disposing the Major of his clothes. He smiled when he noticed the blue jacket for the first time, “You look like a track geek John, but you’re still sexy as hell,” he unzipped the jacket slowly looking intently into the Major’s eyes. He could see the emotional turmoil; a mixture of uncertainty, desire, and denial, “I won’t hurt you baby. I’ll treat you real good John. I promise,” he explained rubbing his hand over John’s groin, “Will you let me make you feel good?”

John gave in to his desires, “Yes,” he answered not surprised that McKay kissed him again even harder than before. His arms were let go, and he wrapped them hard around Rodney’s neck as his mouth was claimed once again by the brilliant scientist. He couldn’t believe that this was the fantasy buried inside his sub-conscious mind. Who would have ever thought that a tough Air Force major liked taking it up the ass from a whining Astrophysicist?

McKay pulled Sheppard’s t-shirt over his head roughly and quickly attacked the Major’s pants. Once he had them past his hips, he picked John up and threw him onto the vanity counter. He continued kissing the swollen lips as he quickly pulled the Major’s boots and pants off the remaining way. His looked down at his catch smiling at the wonderment in front of him. He couldn’t believe that he had a naked John Sheppard on the bathroom counter with a party of some sort going on outside. He wished he had a camera or video camera because none of his scientist friends were going to believe that he got into the pants of an Air Force Major.

“Perfect… You are so fucking perfect baby…I can’t wait to make you scream,” He pinched John’s nipples hard appreciating the moan of pain and pleasure that escaped his lips, “I need for you to spread those legs for me baby,” John did as he was told and he was rewarded with a wet tongue to his cock.

“Umm…” John moaned as McKay licked him like a fucking Popsicle. The talented tongue went up and around the head and back down again, “Suck it McKay,” he begged as the tongue continued to torment him teasingly slow. He was growing frustrated with Rodney’s refusal to suck, “I thought you said you were going to make me scream?”

McKay ignored the comment and instead, without warning, stuck his index finger inside John’s tight hole laughing inwardly as John began to pant and beg for more like a whore. He took his time fingering the tight hole and licking the swollen cock. He was enjoying every moment of Sheppard’s illusionary world, and he wasn’t in any particular hurry to get it over with. He pulled out his finger ignoring the protest from above and instead spat on the hole. He watched the glistening entrance clench and unclench as the spit ran down it. He stuck his tongue into the entrance and pushed inwards. He had to hold onto to Sheppard’s hips tightly as he rimmed the sweet hole thoroughly.

“Jesus! Fuck that’s good…God, you’re so fucking good at that…”

McKay alternated between using his tongue and his fingers in the tight puckered entrance, “You like that my little slut? You like being tongue fucked?”

“Yes! I love feeling your tongue in me… I can’t wait to feel your big hard cock filling me up.”

McKay pulled his three fingers out of Sheppard taking his request quite seriously. No since in denying the boy what he wanted. He unzipped his Stargate uniform, wondering briefly why Sheppard had wanted him wearing this thing rather than regular clothes, and pushed it down to his ankles. He stroked himself and rubbed the precum that had accumulated up and down his dick, “Is this what you wanted slut?”

“Oh yes…That’s what I want McKay.”

Rodney wasted no time giving him what he wanted. He positioned Sheppard’s hips to the very edge of the counter top and he watched as his dick disappeared inch by inch into the engulfing heat of John Sheppard. He watched as Sheppard’s eyes closed in pain for the initial claiming. He looked at the eroticism of it all. John was leaning back against the mirror, his eyes shut tightly, his lips swollen and kissable, his dog tags dangling down his chest, and his legs spread out taking him in despite the pain and discomfort. He kissed John trying to take his mind off of the initial agony of penetration.

“God, you are so fucking tight John. I’m almost in baby, and then it will feel good I promise.” Within a couple of minutes he made good on his promise. Once John was relaxed and he was all the way inside the clenching walls, McKay began to pound into the fuck hole relentlessly. He watched as John’s cheeks turned red in excitement and exertion, and he felt his own sweat dripping down his back and down his forehead. He had always hated being hot and sweaty, but this was one time he wasn’t going to complain.

He reached for John and pulled his chest to his as he fucked him harder and deeper. John clenched tightly to Rodney’s back as he was drilled into the counter top, “Yes…yes…fuck me harder McKay.”

Rodney grabbed Sheppard by the hair, snapped his neck backwards, and claimed his mouth with his tongue as he continued to ram him into the counter top, “Come for me my pretty slut. I want to see you shoot it on yourself,” he gave John’s dick three strong tugs, and he watched in satisfaction as the white creamy fluid shot onto Sheppard’s stomach. He waited until John stopped shaking from his release before he allowed himself to enjoy his climax.

He thrust into the willing hole a few more times before he shot his warm seed into the beautiful man, “That’s for you baby. That’s my wetness and heat you feel. That’s all for you and for nobody else. Promise me that you’ll never let any other man do that for you.”

John could feel the warm liquid inside him, some of it already dripping back outside as McKay pulled himself out, “I promise.”

McKay grabbed John’s chin and cradled it in his palm, “You promise what?”

“I promise that no other man will be inside me.”

“Good boy. Would you like to ride my cock again? Maybe with me sitting on the toilet?”

“I’d like that, but first let me check on my guests. It sounds like there is quite a party going on out there.”

“Okay, but hurry up. I got a piece of steel with you name written all over it.”

John rolled his eyes sarcastically, “Lovely. I’ll hurry back.”

Sheppard quickly dressed, checked his hair in the mirror, and headed out to the party. He had wanted concrete proof that this reality was bogus and now he had it. He knew that the only way he would have let Rodney McKay fuck him was if he was in an illusion or he had totally lost his mind. The dead people walking around his house coincided with the mental illness possibility as did the fact that he wanted McKay to control him and use him, but his gut instinct told him that this was an alternative reality, and there was only one way to prove it. Good thing he always carried a loaded gun with him…

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Two days later after returning to their own reality in the Pegasus Galaxy

John and the rest of the team had been examined by Doctor Beckett for abnormalities and permanent damage, but they all checked out clean. They had all shared their realities with each other, except for the explicit sexual scenarios, and John was convinced that Rodney had no memories of their time together in the bathroom. He was grateful because he did not want to have to explain himself to the arrogant prick. The guy already thought he was smarter than him, and if he knew the truth about Sheppard’s fantasy he would never let him live it down. McKay was jealous of Sheppard’s Ancient gene, and if he knew of the repressed sexual desires he would just eat it up.

M5S 224 had been locked out of the gate system and life was getting back to normal for the Atlantis expedition. John was glad to receive a new mission for his team, with the help of Teyla, and he went off to inform McKay and Ford.

He walked into the lab not surprised to see McKay eating a sandwich and drinking coffee, “Do you ever stop eating?”

“What do you want Major? I’m very busy.”

“I know. You’re eating. I can see how that takes up so much of your time.”

“You know Major. I never told you about this brunette in my alternate reality did I?”

“Brunette? The one who took care of your cat?”

“Nope, the one I screwed.”

Sheppard swallowed hard, “You got laid? Then it must have been an alternate reality.”

Rodney looked at John and sucked on his teeth in thought, “Yeah, I don’t remember much except something about a bathroom and I think…dog tags maybe…”

McKay watched as Sheppard turned two shades paler and smiled, “What’s the matter Major? You looked like you just swallowed my tongue…oops, I mean your tongue.”

“We have a mission tomorrow to M5T 665 at 08:00 hours. Be on time.”

“You got it baby,” Rodney smiled.

John stared intently at Rodney but he chose to ignore the remark. As Sheppard left the room, Rodney shook his head in wonderment at the man named Sheppard. The Major was obviously denying his desires once again. Had he not learned anything from the other reality? McKay remembered every second of their time together in John’s bathroom and he sure as hell wasn’t going to pretend it didn’t happen. He was willing to ignore it for a while, and he had planned on discussing it in a mature adult-like fashion, but when Sheppard came in insulting him as always it just slipped out. He hadn’t meant for it to come up like it had, but now it was out on the table, and it was only a matter of time before it got handled, and Rodney knew the truth even if John didn’t, “Sheppard, I got you in the other reality and it’s only a matter of time before I get you in this one too.”

The End