I See You - Rated PG-13
Title: I See You
Author: psychicvanity
Rating: PG-13, to be safe
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Disclaimer: You'd know if they belonged to me. Ohh, you'd know.
Word Count: 487
Summary: John is captured and beaten. Rodney does not react the way he should.
Warnings (highlight to read): Sadism and violent imagery
Notes: I'm not completely convinced this is any good at all, but you can have it anyway.
Prompt: Challenge #89: Vulnerable
Rodney McKay had never had a talent or an eye for art. His time was better devoted to math and science and the workings of the universe. But looking at John Sheppard now... The man was living art and Rodney's mind exploded outward with a thousand adjectives and metaphors to describe him.
Sheppard was naked, bound in chains to the floor of his cell. His head was thrown back, his teeth bared, his back arched against pain. His tormentor struck him again, and Sheppard screamed again. The sound was high and hopeless and utterly captivating. The torn skin of his back let down a steady drip drip drip of scarlet blood, running in rivulets down his tanned skin and sinking into the cracks of the stone floor. Sheppard's hair was plastered dark against his pale forehead and sweat mingled with tears on his cheeks. The small room was filled with the sounds of his ragged gasping and small whimpers he couldn't contain. He was struck again. And again. His body was speckled with marks of abuse old and new. Was it possible he had only been captive for three days? It seemed like years. They had to get him away from this place.
And yet, all Rodney McKay could do was stand and marvel at the sight. He saw the man Sheppard. Not the soldier, not the leader, not the mask Sheppard tried to hide behind. He saw only John: a man beaten and alone in a strange land, broken and vulnerable and unmistakeably beautiful.
Rodney had always been a sadist. He'd known that ever since he'd known the meaning of the word. He'd learned to focus his talents into pleasurable fields and it had amused him, for a time. But as he grew older he put away such things and threw himself into his work. No more late nights, no more men and women spread gasping on his bed for him to hurt. His physics called him.
Except that now the brute beating Sheppard- John- backhanded him across the face, sending John to the ground spitting blood. Rodney supposed it made him a sick bastard and a terrible friend, but suddenly all he wanted was to be the one sending that gorgeous man reeling to the ground. It was a moment in time that McKay would not forget for a very long time, even after they rescued Sheppard and brought him home.
There were many nights he jerked off to the memory, coming with a gasp at the thought of John Sheppard with blood on his lips. It was a hidden thing, a private thing. Rodney knew it would change everything between them if Sheppard ever knew, if John ever suspected that he...
But Rodney was secure in the knowledge that no one suspected. Least of all Sheppard.
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John knew it would change everything between them if Rodney ever knew that he knew.
He'll never tell.
Author: psychicvanity
Rating: PG-13, to be safe
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Disclaimer: You'd know if they belonged to me. Ohh, you'd know.
Word Count: 487
Summary: John is captured and beaten. Rodney does not react the way he should.
Warnings (highlight to read): Sadism and violent imagery
Notes: I'm not completely convinced this is any good at all, but you can have it anyway.
Prompt: Challenge #89: Vulnerable
Rodney McKay had never had a talent or an eye for art. His time was better devoted to math and science and the workings of the universe. But looking at John Sheppard now... The man was living art and Rodney's mind exploded outward with a thousand adjectives and metaphors to describe him.
Sheppard was naked, bound in chains to the floor of his cell. His head was thrown back, his teeth bared, his back arched against pain. His tormentor struck him again, and Sheppard screamed again. The sound was high and hopeless and utterly captivating. The torn skin of his back let down a steady drip drip drip of scarlet blood, running in rivulets down his tanned skin and sinking into the cracks of the stone floor. Sheppard's hair was plastered dark against his pale forehead and sweat mingled with tears on his cheeks. The small room was filled with the sounds of his ragged gasping and small whimpers he couldn't contain. He was struck again. And again. His body was speckled with marks of abuse old and new. Was it possible he had only been captive for three days? It seemed like years. They had to get him away from this place.
And yet, all Rodney McKay could do was stand and marvel at the sight. He saw the man Sheppard. Not the soldier, not the leader, not the mask Sheppard tried to hide behind. He saw only John: a man beaten and alone in a strange land, broken and vulnerable and unmistakeably beautiful.
Rodney had always been a sadist. He'd known that ever since he'd known the meaning of the word. He'd learned to focus his talents into pleasurable fields and it had amused him, for a time. But as he grew older he put away such things and threw himself into his work. No more late nights, no more men and women spread gasping on his bed for him to hurt. His physics called him.
Except that now the brute beating Sheppard- John- backhanded him across the face, sending John to the ground spitting blood. Rodney supposed it made him a sick bastard and a terrible friend, but suddenly all he wanted was to be the one sending that gorgeous man reeling to the ground. It was a moment in time that McKay would not forget for a very long time, even after they rescued Sheppard and brought him home.
There were many nights he jerked off to the memory, coming with a gasp at the thought of John Sheppard with blood on his lips. It was a hidden thing, a private thing. Rodney knew it would change everything between them if Sheppard ever knew, if John ever suspected that he...
But Rodney was secure in the knowledge that no one suspected. Least of all Sheppard.
+&+
John knew it would change everything between them if Rodney ever knew that he knew.
He'll never tell.