Coming out on Top

Title: Coming out on Top
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Kavanagh reflects on his fellow workers in Atlantis, and he ponders a little deeper on a certain Major
Author’s Website: Darkness Prevails (http://home.bellsouth.net/p/s/community.dll?ep=16&groupid=137913&ck=)
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Archive: yes to pegasusgate.net, Area 52, and all others with permission
Warnings: crude language, angst, overall darkness, verbal character-bashing (No one is spared! Consider yourself warned!)
Pairing: Sheppard/Kavanagh
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:
1. This story is not directly episode related, but there are several references to episodes throughout Season one and it takes place right before the Siege I.
2. We all know that Kavanagh is an asshole and totally full of himself, so don’t expect anything nice coming out of his mouth in this story.
3. This little scenario has been running around in my head since “38 Minutes” premiered, but I kept trying to fight the urge to write it, but I couldn’t resist it any longer, sorry…
4. There will be filth toward the end, but I was just having too much fun letting Kavanagh reflect and express his opinions on everyone.
5. Don’t blame me for the cheesiness of the sex scene. It’s Kavanagh’s sick fantasy!

Atlantis Mess Hall 18:00 hours:

Kavanagh grabbed a plate full of something that looked like Lasagna but smelled like Meatloaf, put it on his tray, and headed over to his usual table, a table for one. He knew that the others did not want him to sit with them, and he was perfectly happy sitting alone. That way he didn’t have to put up with any of their sub-par conversations or theories on the Ancients or the Wraith. He knew that the other scientists were jealous of his brilliance and his capacity to think quickly on a moments notice. They also tended to ostracize him from their social interactions because they knew that they were not on his level, and they knew that he would be insulted with their unintelligible bantering.

He couldn’t help but notice that Simpson took a quick glance his way and looked away shyly. She definitely had the hots for him. Every since they had butted heads over the Puddle Jumper is stuck in the wormhole fiasco, she had been panting after him like a bitch in heat. She thought that she could offer him something with her perky breast and her perfect pearly white teeth, but she was as dumb as a fluke worm and had the personality of a toaster. He did have to give her credit for standing up to him though, even if she did cause that stupid bitch Weir to intervene.

Weir was another sore spot for him. She had berated him in front of his team, and castrated him like there was no tomorrow. Who the hell did she think she was? She was a stupid cunt that thought she was better than him because she had brokered a few peace treaties with countries that no one gave a shit about. Just looking at her made him want to throw up his spleen. She had the perky breast thing going on as well, but she was as ugly as shit on a fly, and she had the personality of a wet noodle, which was only slighter better than a toaster.

He looked around the mess hall trying to find something to get his mind of the anger that was building up inside him. He didn’t see one person in the room that he could stand to talk to. They were all a bunch of bottom feeders that took orders from men like himself; men who were confident in their abilities, and who had the balls to tell the harsh truth when necessary. He did notice Peter Grodin and Teyla sitting together in the corner shockingly enjoying each others company. He wondered when they had become so chummy. Talk about two people having absolutely nothing in common! Peter was somewhat intelligent, while Teyla was nothing but tits and ass for the men to look at. Grodin actually contributed to the cause, while Teyla only got in the way with her annoying whining about “Her People” and her commitment to keeping them safe and out of harm’s way. If she loved her people so much then why the hell was she not living on the mainland with them in caves where she belonged? The only reason why she even stayed in Atlantis was because of Major Sheppard, and that horny bitch didn’t even try to hide the fact that she was dying for a good boning.

He stabbed at his Lasagna in contempt wishing he could choke the life out of every Athosian he had ever had the displeasure of meeting. Of all the alien life forms to meet first, why did it have to be them? Why not someone cool like Teal’c or the Tok’ra or even the Asgards? All they had managed to meet, in regards to alien life, was a bunch of farmers, cave-dwellers, and the insane Genii, who had attempted to lay siege to Atlantis, but of course, their evil plan was spoiled by Kirk and Spock, and the Queen Bitch!

Speaking of Spock, Kavanagh looked on in disgust as McKay and Zelenka walked into the mess hall running their mouths about McKay’s latest “I am God of all Scientist” deed. The man really was the most self-loving prick he had ever known. Rodney McKay was never too afraid to toot his own horn, and make everyone aware of how brilliant he was or how he had single-handily saved the day with his impressive brain and non-stop genius factor. He had thought about making a t-shirt for McKay with a giant “S” on it not representing Superman, like McKay would think, or Super Genius or Supreme Scientist, but it would stand for Superior Shit-head! McKay and Zelenka were the only two people on Atlantis that Kavanagh considered to be his equals in intelligence, but they were too full of themselves to give him the time of day. What really pissed him off about McKay was that underneath all of that blubber and condescending bravado was a sniveling little coward who still slept with the lights on, when he slept at all, and Sheppard couldn’t or refused to see the truth.

Zelenka wasn’t much better. He was nothing but a brown noser who followed McKay around like a lost puppy. The man was brilliant and could even crack a joke or two, but McKay rarely gave him the opportunity to shine on his own. McKay couldn’t stand the competition, so he kept Zelenka wrapped around his finger, and kept the rest of his Scientific team on the bench waiting for a chance to pinch-hit and drive in the winning run, but they all knew that McKay would never allow that to take place. Zelenka and the other scientist allowed the McKay Dictatorship to take root within the first week they had arrived in Atlantis and that was the way it had been ever since. Kavanagh and the other scientists were rarely given a voice in what took place in Atlantis, and McKay liked it that way, and no amount of butting heads with McKay worked. He didn’t feel sorry for himself or Zelenka for being under McKay’s thumb. After all, he knew that it was only a matter of time before McKay fucked up, and he couldn’t wait for the chance to show Weir and the others that he had the same abilities of McKay, and he couldn’t feel sorry for Zelenka because he used to be a Communist living in the good old Soviet Union creating weapons that could kill thousands of Americans in one blow.

As he reached for his warm wilted salad, he heard a shrill laugh that made his skin crawl. He knew who it was without even having to look. It was that cocky pretty boy Ford and his buddy Bates. Bates he could handle. Bates had the guts to say what was on his mind, and he didn’t care who he hurt in the process, but Ford was an entirely different story. The boy seemed to think that he was God’s gift to the military because Major Sheppard chose him for his team. The boy had absolutely no redeeming value. It was true that the boy was pretty, but only with his hat on because he was losing hair faster that a reefer addict loses brain cells. He was dumber than a frosted flake, and he had no natural instincts. He couldn’t understand how he had made it into the Marine Corp. He thought the Marines were the hardest military branch to get into. He must have given a lot of favors to older men to get accepted in the Corp. He shivered in disgust of the idea of Ford down on his knees taking some wrinkly shrunken-up dick into his mouth…The man was even too stupid to get genially hurt in the field. Yeah, he had been burned by that energy absorbing blob, but only because he stood there staring at it instead of running like a smart person would, and of course all of his friends; including Doctor Beckett, felt so sorry for the pretty boy with his burns.

He stabbed his fork violently into his salad getting more and more agitated with his Atlantis “buddies”. Beckett was another thorn in his side. What a pussy! Why was he so afraid to use the Ancient Gene he was born with? Everybody else used the gene whenever they got a chance. It was true that he had nearly blown Sheppard and the all-mighty General O’Neill out of the sky, but he was afraid to use it even before that incident. Thinking about O’Neill made him gag on a piece of lettuce and everyone looked on to witness his coughing fit. As he gained his composure, it didn’t go unnoticed to him that not one person had looked ready to help him if he had been choking. You can all go to hell you jealous assholes…

O’Neill and his friend Jackson were nothing but a bunch of butt-pirates who got off making everyone feel inferior. So they were part of the great SG-1 team, and O’Neill had single-handily saved the world more times than Ford could count, they still were no better than him. He knew that he could save the world too if he were given a chance. He had after all saved Sheppard and the others in the stuck Puddle Jumper with his suggestion about blowing the back hatch. Did he ever get a thank you from those pricks? Hell no! Was he ever asked to go off-world like McKay? No, because they knew that he would do a better job than Rodney and they would never hear the end of it from the whining Canadian who was afraid of the dark.

As he finished up his Lasagna and salad and reached for his chocolate pudding, his biggest pain in the ass walked into the mess. The lanky form of Major John Sheppard made its way towards him heading for the food line. He looked up at Sheppard as he walked by not surprised when he wasn’t acknowledged by the Major. He already knew from experience what the Major would grab to eat; a turkey sandwich on wheat, an apple or banana, and a cup of water or decaf tea. Unlike McKay, he stayed away from coffee, unless he was really cold, and he avoided fattening food like the plague. The real question of the day was who would he sit with? Would he sit with the Geeks, McKay and Zelenka, the Grunts, Ford and Bates, or the who gives a fuck what group you belong to, Teyla and Grodin? He watched Sheppard contemplating his choice. Would he sit with the people who are smarter than him, dumber than him, or more boring than him?

“Major, over here if you’d please? Dr. Zelenka and I would like a word with you.”

Kavanagh rolled his eyes in revulsion, how obvious can you be McKay? You just want us to think that you’re cool enough for the head of the military to sit with. Why don’t you just stand up and announce that “I’m so cool and hip that even the beautiful people grovel at my feet!” Give us all a break McKay and take a look in the mirror. The only reason why Sheppard gives you the time of day is because you are on his team and he depends on you to save his pretty ass when he fucks up out in the field, which seems to be on a weekly basis. Surely, McKay couldn’t honestly think that someone like Sheppard would even acknowledge his existence if they were back on Earth? People like John Sheppard did not hang out with losers like McKay or Zelenka unless they get something out of it for themselves.

He slowly ate his pudding leaning slightly forward, so that he could overhear their conversation from the table in front of him.

“So, how is my favorite scientific duo doing today?” Sheppard asked.

“Good, but we need your help with the chair today when you get a chance,” Zelenka replied.

Kavanagh heard a slight sigh of dread from Sheppard, “I’m really busy looking for an alpha-site, can’t Beckett help you out?”

“He says that he is way too busy to help us out, but we all know that he is terrified to be in that thing again. Couldn’t you just give us an hour of your time?” McKay pleaded.

“Why can’t you get someone else with the ATA gene to do it? I think that finding an alpha-site is pretty damn important considering the Wraith are less than a couple of weeks out.”

“Yes you’re right, but I think getting that chair up and running for a defensive purpose is important too.”

Sheppard relented, “Alright, I’ll give you an hour after I finish eating, but you’re going to have to give me something to do to keep me occupied. You know how quickly I get bored.”

“How about you spend the time trying to prove the Goldbach’s conjuncture?” Zelenka suggested smiling obviously wanting to embarrass the Major.

“You mean the mathematical paradox about the number one and prime numbers, in which any even number is the sum of two prime numbers?” Sheppard replied confidently.

Zelenka hesitated for a moment undoubtedly surprised that the fly boy knew anything about physics, “Umm, yes, that’s the one I’m talking about.”

Sheppard gave him the famous smile, “Well in that case, I’ve already proven that one to be true about ten years ago. Got any other theories you want me to prove or debunk?”

McKay softly laughed at Zelenka’s expense, “I’m telling you Major you need to come to one of our Mensa meetings. You would really throw the geek stereotype out the window.”

Kavanagh clenched his fists up in anger. No one had invited him to join the Mensa group. He had to crash one of their meetings just to get involved in the group. If Sheppard came to one of the meetings all hell would break loose. There was no way in hell he would sit back and let them bring an outsider into the group who didn’t even like science. He was just naturally good with numbers and mathematical theories. Wasn’t it enough that Sheppard was the hero of Atlantis? Wasn’t it enough that he had the strongest control over the ATA gene? Wasn’t it enough that he had the sexiest hair in the universe and a drop dead gorgeous smile that sent tendrils of heat to his groin?

“I tell you what McKay, you figure out how to save us from the Wraith this time, and I’ll come to one of your meetings, on the condition that there is popcorn or at the very least chocolate.”

“Okay, but you have to let us borrow your TV to show some cool PowerPoint presentations we made about our group’s goals and mission.”

Kavanagh saw the look of disdain that Sheppard briefly sent McKay’s way, but he bit into his sandwich before McKay saw it. Who the fuck shows PowerPoint presentations on group missions and goals when you got someone like Sheppard breathing the same air as nerds and losers? Maybe McKay wasn’t as brilliant as he thought. If it were him organizing the first ever Sheppard Mensa meeting there would be alcohol and lap dances for all. That way, he would be guaranteed of Sheppard coming back to another meeting. Of course, he suspected that the Major still wouldn’t give him the time of day, even drunk and horny, but he could be quite persuasive when he needed to be.

“Yeah, and we could show you that Parody movie called the Surreal Life: Tatooine,” Zelenka excitingly suggested.

“You mean that skit with the Phantom Menace characters living together under one roof? That was hilarious, especially the Darth Maul part telling Obi-Wan that he was Qui-Gon’s bitch, and Obi kept denying it even though the whole house knew that it was true…”

“Yeah, and that part where somebody slaughtered Jar Jar Binks in the tub, and no one wanted to take blame for it,” Zelenka interrupted laughing.

McKay put his hands up in protest, “You two are like little children. The best part was obviously Mace Windu being played like Shack with the whole Afro at the family barbeque.”

“Don’t forget C-3PO and the whole toaster incident,” Kavanagh piped in.

Sheppard politely nodded, while the other two completely ignored him. His nostrils flared as he watched the trio laughing and pretending that they were the only important things in the Pegasus Galaxy. He wanted nothing more than to show those three that he was important too. He would love to shove his fist up McKay’s ass and pull his sarcastic tongue out through his shit hole, and he would love to shove McKay’s rancid tongue down Zelenka’s throat and make him eat it. Perhaps that would earn him some respect for a change. Sheppard on the other hand at least had the courtesy to nod in his direction, so he would only fuck him raw in front of everyone rather than disfiguring him or choking him on McKay’s shitty tongue. Of course, he could choke him on something much larger…

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He continued to watch Sheppard as he let his fantasy play out in his head. After he had disposed McKay of his smartass tongue and got Zelenka to shut his mouth for once, he would proceed to ravage Sheppard’s lithe body in front of everyone. He knew that some would stare on in shock and some he suspected would enjoy the show. Of course, in his fantasy Sheppard would struggle in the beginning but he would quickly turn into the slut Kavanagh knew he was, begging for the big cock to be put into his tight little hole.

“You want this Sheppard?” he would ask grabbing his large cock with his fist, “You want me to fuck you right here in front of all of these people you little slut?”

“Yes, please…” Sheppard would moan.

“You like being laid out on this table naked don’t you? You love the fact that all of these people are going to see me taking you don’t you?” He would have to slap Sheppard’s ass hard to get a response, “Answer me slut!”

“Yes, I want them to watch you fucking me!”

“Fine, but first I’m going to choke you with my cock, then we’ll see about the fucking part.” He would get up on the table and straddle Sheppard’s chest placing the tip of his cock at the Major’s lips, “Suck it you beautiful whore.”

Sheppard would have to lift his neck off of the table in an awkward angle, but he knew that the fly boy could handle being in awkward positions. He would grab the Major’s head and hold it firmly with both hands forcing his dick down the other man’s throat at a brutal pace. He would ignore the gagging sounds coming from the man and continue to fuck the hot mouth until he shot his bitter seed down the man’s throat. He would only let go of Sheppard’s head when he had deposited his entire load into the wanton mouth, and he made sure that all were watching as he defiled their precious perfect hero.

“Did you like sucking my dick Sheppard? You need to wipe your mouth. You got some spunk on your chin.”

He knew that he would need a moment to gather his strength for the next round, so he would have to play with Sheppard a little bit, and there wasn’t many things more fun than teasing a hot little ass like Sheppard’s.

“Spread your legs for me bitch,” he would command. Sheppard would eagerly comply offering himself up to be conquered and claimed. He would pull the firm meaty cheeks apart roughly and spit a wad of saliva onto the pink puckered entrance.

“Oh, yeah that’s it. That’s so fucking hot,” Sheppard would groan.

“You sick fucking slut,” he would smile spitting onto the horny little hole again. “I bet you would just love for me to shove my tongue up your ass wouldn’t you?”

Sheppard’s breath would hitch in excitement, “Please, please…”

“Please what Major?”

“Please shove your tongue up my ass. Get me all wet inside.”

“You better be glad you’re so fucking beautiful because I don’t normally go around sticking my tongue up people’s asses,” he would lie. He knew that there would be no way in hell he would deny Sheppard anything. He would happily rim his sweet hole forever if it made Sheppard moan and beg in pleasure. He would dwell down deep as possible into Sheppard coveting the screams of joy coming from above. He wouldn’t stop fucking Sheppard with his tongue until the slut’s hole was fiery red and seeping in wetness.

“You ready for my cock Sheppard?”

“Uh-huh…” the poor bastard would struggle to say so out of breath from his previous exertions.

He would look up at McKay and the others smiling triumphantly as he shoved himself inside the Major. He knew that they would be envious, especially McKay who thought himself as the center of Sheppard’s world. He would rock back and forth taking turns looking at McKay’s saddened face, Sheppard’s ashamed face, and his own glistening cock going in and out the Major’s body. He would grab the Major by his ankles and hold them straight up so that he good get a good look at his own dick pulling almost all the way out and plunging it back in drawing a moan of pleasure from Sheppard each and every time.

“See something you like McKay? Wish it were you instead of me?” he would sinfully ask as he jack-hammered into the willing body. “You wish it were you fucking this sweet hole don’t you? I bet you would just love to cream his hole real good wouldn’t you? Well, that’s just too bad because I’m going to be the one creaming into him. I finally beat you at something you self-centered prick!”

Glad to be coming out on top for a change he looked down at the Major, “Touch yourself slut. Jerk yourself off, so you can milk the spunk from my dick,” he commanded knowing that Sheppard would do as he was told. It would only take a few tugs before the Major was jettisoning his sticky cum all over his fist, stomach, and chest. The muscles clenching in Sheppard’s ass would be enough to push him over the edge.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it squeeze it out of me slut. Make me cum all inside you. You know you want it…” Just as he felt the warm fluid leaving his body, he would pull it out just enough so that he and the others, especially McKay, would be able to see the milky cum seeping out his cock. He would then shove it back inside Sheppard screaming in pure animalistic pleasure as he coated the insides of the hottest piece of ass this side of the Milky Way.

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As reality came back to him, the first thing he noticed was that he was as hard as the titanium iris on the Earth’s Stargate, and the tent in his pants could be seen from the mainland. The second thing he noticed was Sheppard and the others staring at him in amusement. Jesus, he hoped he hadn’t said any of that out loud, “What are you staring at?”

“Are you alright? You look a little flushed,” Sheppard asked.

“Like any of you really care what happens to me.”

“No argument here,” McKay cruelly confirmed.

“Let’s get going with the chair guys,” Zelenka encouraged.

As he watched the trio putting up their trays and heading to work on the Ancient chair, he thought again of his fantasy. He wasn’t sure what he enjoyed more, dismembering McKay, fucking Sheppard senseless or making McKay watch while he fucked the Major senseless? All he knew for sure was that his fantasy had provided enough fire in him for an all-night party with nothing but his wrist and memories of Sheppard taking it up the ass like a pro. It was good to be him, and regardless of what the other fuckers thought about him, he always knew that he would get the upper-hand when the right time came, and he could only hope that the mighty McKay was there to see it happen, and the sexy Sheppard was there on his knees watching him coming out on top.


The End
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