The Pack (15/?)
Title: The Pack (15/?)
Author: Nightchaser_sla
Rating: NC17
Warnings: GRAPHIC het, femslash and slash as well as voyeurism.
Summary: The bond which had been there since he had first laid eyes on the man in ugly orange parka seemed to fill the room, as if it alone kept the universe from caving in on itself. John had never felt anything so strong in his life, the incident with Chaya faded away into nothingness in comparison.
Author's Notes: Okay this has been a long time coming and I'm sorry. It is also the longest chapter so far, almost 2600 words and it contains a few couples that might make people uncomfortable (this is the first time I've ever had to warn against het :). I think we're coming close to the end of this series ... then again what do I know? This could go on for another 30 chapters :) As ever looking for a beta ... or ninety :)
Pulling Rodney down onto the cushions beside him, John slowly traced over the other mans lips with his index finger shivering slightly at how soft they felt. It had been much to long since he had kissed his cantankerous scientist and the sudden urge to do so was overwhelming. Rodney's eyes were unbelievably blue as they stared deeply into John's waiting for his Alpha's next move. Leaning forward John let their lips brush slowly over each other, watching as Rodney's eyes fluttered shut.
"Rodney," he whispered, waiting until he opened his eyes to continue. "I love you."
There was no answer to that, the usually loud and obnoxious McKay was completely silent as he studied the man beside him. Rodney ducked his head, a pink blush filling his pale cheeks as he slowly untied the white robes and parted the material, exposing himself to John for the first time. The breath caught in the Colonel's throat as he took in the miles of perfect porcelin white skin his Mate possessed and reaching out he cupped one heated cheek and gently forced Rodney to look him in the eye.
An air of expectation had filled the Hold and John glanced up from Rodney to catch the eye of Jack O'Neill who was reclining against his own cushions and holding Jackson close to him. The General's face was filled with emotion and understanding and it brought warmth to John's heart that a man he respected so intensely was actually proud of him, something his own father had never been capable of. Allowing his eyes to slide to the right John found himself looking into the beautiful face of Samantha Carter, who nodded her head once and gave him a blinding smile.
Turning back to Rodney, he let his fingers stroke over his lips again.
"You're perfect," he whispered, and then leaned forward to gently run his tongue over his lower lip.
The whimper which came from McKay only served to increase John's arousal, and with careful hands he disrobed the other man and pushed him back down onto the cushions. Rodney's gaze didn't leave John's face the entire time, submission and love turning his eyes soft.
"Alpha," murmured Rodney, raising a hand to stroke down John's face breath catching when the other man turned to kiss his open palm. "My Alpha."
And it was true, Rodney may be the submissive party to this pairing but John belonged to him just as much as vice versa. The responsibility of this nearly made John flinch back from the touch except he couldn't lose Rodney, not again. Moving so as to position himself directly on top of the other man, John lowered his head to press his lips against Rodney's and allowing their bodies to slide together perfectly. McKay's lips parted with minimal coaxing and John felt his sigh against his tongue as he slipped it inside. Suddenly the universe disappeared and all that there was only him and his Mate existing in this freefall, in this partnership where words had no meaning. The bond which had been there since he had first laid eyes on the man in ugly orange parka seemed to fill the room, as if it alone kept the universe from caving in on itself. John had never felt anything so strong in his life, the incident with Chaya faded away into nothingness in comparison.
"Mate," he whispered, finally releasing Rodney's mouth. "My Mate."
*
Janet was laying in a nest of red cushions, slender fingers tangled in the mess of Sam's hair as the other woman placed delicate open-mouthed kisses to the curve of her right breast. She was watching the two men in the middle of the room, as they slowly kissed explored each others bodies. This was not the first orgy she had been privy to, the memory of what had occurred in the Atlantis conference room still fresh in her mind, and she had expected it to be wild and erotic. A mass of arms and legs as everyone tried to enjoy everyone else, like something you would see on the Discovery channel or more likely the Adult channel. However there was no clothes ripping or piled up mass of aroused and writhing bodies. Instead everyone had paired, or more, off and were now simply making love and teasing each other.
Beside them Jack was slowly running his tongue over Daniel's hard arousal, making the smaller man squirm and gasp beneath him. Daniel's desperate blue eyes was the last thing she saw before turning her attention back to the woman laying between her prone thighs. Sam pressed a feathery kiss to her nipple, causing Janet to moan and press her hips upwards against Carter's toned stomach. The pressure was incredible but nowhere near what she needed.
"Quiet love," whispered Sam, running a gentle hand up the inside of her thigh and teased her clit so lightly that Janet barely felt it. That didn't stop a loud moan coming from deep in her throat and her hips to buck urgently, Sam chuckled and then sucked her nipple back into her mouth. The fingers ghosting over that sweet spot between her legs were relentless as they kept up their ministrations and Janet felt wetness flood over her.
"That's it." Sam kissed her softly on the mouth. "I love it when you get wet for me."
Janet's breathing was coming in short pants now, her entire body shaking as it desperately sought climax. Sam didn't seem to be in a hurry though, a small smile lightening her beautiful face as she slowly stroked her mate.
"Sam," moaned Janet, pushing upwards with her hips and hissing in frustration when she was pushed back down into the cushions. Sam was trying to make this last, but Janet was too on edge to wait for relief and with a broken cry her back arched and she shuddered in release.
*
John kissed slowly over Rodney's jaw, revelling in the roughness he found there before moving down to his vulnerable throat. A shudder ran through him at the knowledge that he could kill this man right here and now if he wanted, and his own power was a huge turn on. McKay obviously knew this too, and in an incredible act of trust he ran his thick fingers through John's unruly hair and guided his mouth to that smooth pale skin. The taste of musk and salt exploded on his tongue as he slowly traced the ridges of his Mate's trachea.
"I want you," he whispered, and Rodney's fingers tightened in his hair.
"You have me," he answered. "I've always been here ... just waiting for you."
Brushing his lips to the side, John slowly sunk his teeth into the side of Rodney's neck and groaned at the soft gasps that came from his Mate. Raising his head he looked down at the discoloured patch of skin he had just been playing with.
"Now."
Pushing himself back so that he was settled on his hunches John reached for two items that had been placed beside them, one was a goblet of Alpha's blood and the other was a bowl of the local lubricant. Placing the bowl on the cushions he dipped the index finger of his left hand into the thick liquid of Alpha's blood and then smeared it across Rodney's lower lip. A soft moan escaped him when he watched McKay's tongue flick out to lick at the fluid, and then he lowered the rim of the goblet to his mouth and allowed him to take a mouthful. When Rodney was done John placed the goblet back on the floor and then dipped two fingers of his other hand into the lubricant.
"Yes," whispered Rodney, spreading his legs and settled deeper into the cushions.
John stopped for a moment so that he could look his fill at the man spread out before him, and then ran a hand up his inner thigh. With slippery fingers he circled Rodney's opening before slowly pushing one inside, there was very little resistance as McKay immediately relaxed into his touch.
"God you're so tight," moaned John, pulling out his finger and replacing it with two. "Love you so much."
"John," moaned Rodney, reaching up to run loving fingers down John's cheek. "I'm ready."
Those softly spoken words meant so much more than what they were currently doing, it was Rodney's way of letting his Alpha know that he was ready for the way his life would be after their joining. Ready to be forever linked to just one person ... to just one family. Taking McKay's mouth with his own, John quickly slicked himself and then agonizingly slowly he sunk into the tight heat of his Mate.
Giving Rodney several moments to adjust, John pulled his hips back and then slid back inside. It was perfect, amazing, and sent tingles of pleasure up John's spine making him groan in appreciation for just what this man was doing for him. Rodney was really getting into it as well, hands clenched into fists at his side and a sheen of sweat covering the skin of his throat and chest. Quickening his thrusts John reached down between them and wrapped his hand around Rodney's straining erection, beginning to stroke him at a much slower rate than that of which he moved inside him. They were both getting close, their moans and cries mixing with those coming from the others in the room and John allowed his hand to speed up.
"John." Rodney's voice was filled with emotion, as his eyes slammed shut and he gave a full body shudder. "Love ... you."
Warm fluid flowed over John's fingers and strong muscles clutched at John from the inside, causing him to throw back his head and howl in his own climax.
Ronon and Teyla came to them as they were gasping through the aftermath clutching tightly to each others bodies. Teyla moved to drape one arm over John's side, nuzzling into his neck happily and he felt a rush of affection for this tiny but extremely brave woman. It was Ronon's behaviour that was distracting John, the huge man was gently stroking Rodney's face and murmuring softly to him. Too exhausted to be jealous of someone else touching him Mate, John watched for a few minutes before remembering that his Protector had wanted Rodney as much as John had. They were Pack and Pack was family, never would he deny his family something they wanted.
"Ronon," he said, pulling Teyla into his arms as the Satedan turned to look at him. Unable to put what he wanted to say into words, John merely picked up the bowl of lubricant and handed it Ronon who accepted it with confusion. Leaning over John kissed Rodney softly on the lips and then helped him roll onto his stomach, shoving a pillow beneath his hips. It was then that Ronon seemed to get the idea and began slowly preparing Rodney, making him moan and sigh in pleasure at each careful stroke of his fingers. It was incredibly erotic watching Ronon's huge dark fingers moving against the snow white skin of McKay's posterior, before stopping and allowing the scientist to push himself back onto the digits.
"McKay." Ronon's voice was rough with arousal, coming out as almost a growl as Rodney continued to fuck himself on his fingers. Pulling them free Ronon used the rest to cover his impressive erection before pushing inside, his head thrown back and chest heaving. Rodney's eyes opened momentarily in surprise and then fluttered shut as pleasure surged through him, a sigh escaping his lips. In that instant John was able to appreciate just how beautiful his Mate truly was.
Teyla was still in his arms, her own arousal clear by the way she was panting and the small unconscious movement of her hips. He kissed slowly down her neck while kneading a perfect breast and listening to her moans of need.
"Do you want him?" he asked her, nodding in the direction of Rodney.
"Yes," she whispered, tiny fingers digging into his biceps so tightly that she would leave bruises.
"Yeah," muttered John, sliding a hand between her trembling thighs and pressing the heel of his palm against her clit.
"John." In this time of passion the depth of her Athosian accent was clear, and he watched her eyes flash as he pushed two fingers into her. "Oh."
He was more skilled in pleasuring women than he was with men, and he found her special spot on the first stroke causing her to jerk in reaction. She was gorgeous, copper coloured skin gleeming with sweat and her shoulder length hair clinging to damp skin. He continued to play her body like a finely tuned instrument as she clung to him, legs wrapping around him waist and head thrown back against the pillows. With his free hand he braced himself above her and claimed her mouth as he pulled his fingers free and slammed himself home. He swallowed her scream of pleasure, tangled his hand in the caramel waves of her hair and pulled her head back so that he could suck on her throat. There was blinding pain as she dug her fingernails into his back and he growled into her throat, raising his head to look defiantely into her eyes. Soon her body curled up around itself, arms and legs tightening around him as the powerful contractions deep inside showed her completion, and as her climax hit its peak he kissed her tenderly on the temple and slowed his thrusts to allow her to ride out the aftershocks.
Rodney was gasping beside him, eyes closed and mouth slack with pleasure. Ronon was moving slowly inside him, every now and then bending over to kiss the curve of Rodney's spine. Suddenly with a series of soft moans and shudders McKay found relief, causing Ronon to groan through three harsh thrust before stilling above the scientist.
As one the Pack curled up together, sticky and sated while their breathing evened out and they all found sleep as the rest of the Hold continued to find enjoy each other.
Author: Nightchaser_sla
Rating: NC17
Warnings: GRAPHIC het, femslash and slash as well as voyeurism.
Summary: The bond which had been there since he had first laid eyes on the man in ugly orange parka seemed to fill the room, as if it alone kept the universe from caving in on itself. John had never felt anything so strong in his life, the incident with Chaya faded away into nothingness in comparison.
Author's Notes: Okay this has been a long time coming and I'm sorry. It is also the longest chapter so far, almost 2600 words and it contains a few couples that might make people uncomfortable (this is the first time I've ever had to warn against het :). I think we're coming close to the end of this series ... then again what do I know? This could go on for another 30 chapters :) As ever looking for a beta ... or ninety :)
Pulling Rodney down onto the cushions beside him, John slowly traced over the other mans lips with his index finger shivering slightly at how soft they felt. It had been much to long since he had kissed his cantankerous scientist and the sudden urge to do so was overwhelming. Rodney's eyes were unbelievably blue as they stared deeply into John's waiting for his Alpha's next move. Leaning forward John let their lips brush slowly over each other, watching as Rodney's eyes fluttered shut.
"Rodney," he whispered, waiting until he opened his eyes to continue. "I love you."
There was no answer to that, the usually loud and obnoxious McKay was completely silent as he studied the man beside him. Rodney ducked his head, a pink blush filling his pale cheeks as he slowly untied the white robes and parted the material, exposing himself to John for the first time. The breath caught in the Colonel's throat as he took in the miles of perfect porcelin white skin his Mate possessed and reaching out he cupped one heated cheek and gently forced Rodney to look him in the eye.
An air of expectation had filled the Hold and John glanced up from Rodney to catch the eye of Jack O'Neill who was reclining against his own cushions and holding Jackson close to him. The General's face was filled with emotion and understanding and it brought warmth to John's heart that a man he respected so intensely was actually proud of him, something his own father had never been capable of. Allowing his eyes to slide to the right John found himself looking into the beautiful face of Samantha Carter, who nodded her head once and gave him a blinding smile.
Turning back to Rodney, he let his fingers stroke over his lips again.
"You're perfect," he whispered, and then leaned forward to gently run his tongue over his lower lip.
The whimper which came from McKay only served to increase John's arousal, and with careful hands he disrobed the other man and pushed him back down onto the cushions. Rodney's gaze didn't leave John's face the entire time, submission and love turning his eyes soft.
"Alpha," murmured Rodney, raising a hand to stroke down John's face breath catching when the other man turned to kiss his open palm. "My Alpha."
And it was true, Rodney may be the submissive party to this pairing but John belonged to him just as much as vice versa. The responsibility of this nearly made John flinch back from the touch except he couldn't lose Rodney, not again. Moving so as to position himself directly on top of the other man, John lowered his head to press his lips against Rodney's and allowing their bodies to slide together perfectly. McKay's lips parted with minimal coaxing and John felt his sigh against his tongue as he slipped it inside. Suddenly the universe disappeared and all that there was only him and his Mate existing in this freefall, in this partnership where words had no meaning. The bond which had been there since he had first laid eyes on the man in ugly orange parka seemed to fill the room, as if it alone kept the universe from caving in on itself. John had never felt anything so strong in his life, the incident with Chaya faded away into nothingness in comparison.
"Mate," he whispered, finally releasing Rodney's mouth. "My Mate."
*
Janet was laying in a nest of red cushions, slender fingers tangled in the mess of Sam's hair as the other woman placed delicate open-mouthed kisses to the curve of her right breast. She was watching the two men in the middle of the room, as they slowly kissed explored each others bodies. This was not the first orgy she had been privy to, the memory of what had occurred in the Atlantis conference room still fresh in her mind, and she had expected it to be wild and erotic. A mass of arms and legs as everyone tried to enjoy everyone else, like something you would see on the Discovery channel or more likely the Adult channel. However there was no clothes ripping or piled up mass of aroused and writhing bodies. Instead everyone had paired, or more, off and were now simply making love and teasing each other.
Beside them Jack was slowly running his tongue over Daniel's hard arousal, making the smaller man squirm and gasp beneath him. Daniel's desperate blue eyes was the last thing she saw before turning her attention back to the woman laying between her prone thighs. Sam pressed a feathery kiss to her nipple, causing Janet to moan and press her hips upwards against Carter's toned stomach. The pressure was incredible but nowhere near what she needed.
"Quiet love," whispered Sam, running a gentle hand up the inside of her thigh and teased her clit so lightly that Janet barely felt it. That didn't stop a loud moan coming from deep in her throat and her hips to buck urgently, Sam chuckled and then sucked her nipple back into her mouth. The fingers ghosting over that sweet spot between her legs were relentless as they kept up their ministrations and Janet felt wetness flood over her.
"That's it." Sam kissed her softly on the mouth. "I love it when you get wet for me."
Janet's breathing was coming in short pants now, her entire body shaking as it desperately sought climax. Sam didn't seem to be in a hurry though, a small smile lightening her beautiful face as she slowly stroked her mate.
"Sam," moaned Janet, pushing upwards with her hips and hissing in frustration when she was pushed back down into the cushions. Sam was trying to make this last, but Janet was too on edge to wait for relief and with a broken cry her back arched and she shuddered in release.
*
John kissed slowly over Rodney's jaw, revelling in the roughness he found there before moving down to his vulnerable throat. A shudder ran through him at the knowledge that he could kill this man right here and now if he wanted, and his own power was a huge turn on. McKay obviously knew this too, and in an incredible act of trust he ran his thick fingers through John's unruly hair and guided his mouth to that smooth pale skin. The taste of musk and salt exploded on his tongue as he slowly traced the ridges of his Mate's trachea.
"I want you," he whispered, and Rodney's fingers tightened in his hair.
"You have me," he answered. "I've always been here ... just waiting for you."
Brushing his lips to the side, John slowly sunk his teeth into the side of Rodney's neck and groaned at the soft gasps that came from his Mate. Raising his head he looked down at the discoloured patch of skin he had just been playing with.
"Now."
Pushing himself back so that he was settled on his hunches John reached for two items that had been placed beside them, one was a goblet of Alpha's blood and the other was a bowl of the local lubricant. Placing the bowl on the cushions he dipped the index finger of his left hand into the thick liquid of Alpha's blood and then smeared it across Rodney's lower lip. A soft moan escaped him when he watched McKay's tongue flick out to lick at the fluid, and then he lowered the rim of the goblet to his mouth and allowed him to take a mouthful. When Rodney was done John placed the goblet back on the floor and then dipped two fingers of his other hand into the lubricant.
"Yes," whispered Rodney, spreading his legs and settled deeper into the cushions.
John stopped for a moment so that he could look his fill at the man spread out before him, and then ran a hand up his inner thigh. With slippery fingers he circled Rodney's opening before slowly pushing one inside, there was very little resistance as McKay immediately relaxed into his touch.
"God you're so tight," moaned John, pulling out his finger and replacing it with two. "Love you so much."
"John," moaned Rodney, reaching up to run loving fingers down John's cheek. "I'm ready."
Those softly spoken words meant so much more than what they were currently doing, it was Rodney's way of letting his Alpha know that he was ready for the way his life would be after their joining. Ready to be forever linked to just one person ... to just one family. Taking McKay's mouth with his own, John quickly slicked himself and then agonizingly slowly he sunk into the tight heat of his Mate.
Giving Rodney several moments to adjust, John pulled his hips back and then slid back inside. It was perfect, amazing, and sent tingles of pleasure up John's spine making him groan in appreciation for just what this man was doing for him. Rodney was really getting into it as well, hands clenched into fists at his side and a sheen of sweat covering the skin of his throat and chest. Quickening his thrusts John reached down between them and wrapped his hand around Rodney's straining erection, beginning to stroke him at a much slower rate than that of which he moved inside him. They were both getting close, their moans and cries mixing with those coming from the others in the room and John allowed his hand to speed up.
"John." Rodney's voice was filled with emotion, as his eyes slammed shut and he gave a full body shudder. "Love ... you."
Warm fluid flowed over John's fingers and strong muscles clutched at John from the inside, causing him to throw back his head and howl in his own climax.
Ronon and Teyla came to them as they were gasping through the aftermath clutching tightly to each others bodies. Teyla moved to drape one arm over John's side, nuzzling into his neck happily and he felt a rush of affection for this tiny but extremely brave woman. It was Ronon's behaviour that was distracting John, the huge man was gently stroking Rodney's face and murmuring softly to him. Too exhausted to be jealous of someone else touching him Mate, John watched for a few minutes before remembering that his Protector had wanted Rodney as much as John had. They were Pack and Pack was family, never would he deny his family something they wanted.
"Ronon," he said, pulling Teyla into his arms as the Satedan turned to look at him. Unable to put what he wanted to say into words, John merely picked up the bowl of lubricant and handed it Ronon who accepted it with confusion. Leaning over John kissed Rodney softly on the lips and then helped him roll onto his stomach, shoving a pillow beneath his hips. It was then that Ronon seemed to get the idea and began slowly preparing Rodney, making him moan and sigh in pleasure at each careful stroke of his fingers. It was incredibly erotic watching Ronon's huge dark fingers moving against the snow white skin of McKay's posterior, before stopping and allowing the scientist to push himself back onto the digits.
"McKay." Ronon's voice was rough with arousal, coming out as almost a growl as Rodney continued to fuck himself on his fingers. Pulling them free Ronon used the rest to cover his impressive erection before pushing inside, his head thrown back and chest heaving. Rodney's eyes opened momentarily in surprise and then fluttered shut as pleasure surged through him, a sigh escaping his lips. In that instant John was able to appreciate just how beautiful his Mate truly was.
Teyla was still in his arms, her own arousal clear by the way she was panting and the small unconscious movement of her hips. He kissed slowly down her neck while kneading a perfect breast and listening to her moans of need.
"Do you want him?" he asked her, nodding in the direction of Rodney.
"Yes," she whispered, tiny fingers digging into his biceps so tightly that she would leave bruises.
"Yeah," muttered John, sliding a hand between her trembling thighs and pressing the heel of his palm against her clit.
"John." In this time of passion the depth of her Athosian accent was clear, and he watched her eyes flash as he pushed two fingers into her. "Oh."
He was more skilled in pleasuring women than he was with men, and he found her special spot on the first stroke causing her to jerk in reaction. She was gorgeous, copper coloured skin gleeming with sweat and her shoulder length hair clinging to damp skin. He continued to play her body like a finely tuned instrument as she clung to him, legs wrapping around him waist and head thrown back against the pillows. With his free hand he braced himself above her and claimed her mouth as he pulled his fingers free and slammed himself home. He swallowed her scream of pleasure, tangled his hand in the caramel waves of her hair and pulled her head back so that he could suck on her throat. There was blinding pain as she dug her fingernails into his back and he growled into her throat, raising his head to look defiantely into her eyes. Soon her body curled up around itself, arms and legs tightening around him as the powerful contractions deep inside showed her completion, and as her climax hit its peak he kissed her tenderly on the temple and slowed his thrusts to allow her to ride out the aftershocks.
Rodney was gasping beside him, eyes closed and mouth slack with pleasure. Ronon was moving slowly inside him, every now and then bending over to kiss the curve of Rodney's spine. Suddenly with a series of soft moans and shudders McKay found relief, causing Ronon to groan through three harsh thrust before stilling above the scientist.
As one the Pack curled up together, sticky and sated while their breathing evened out and they all found sleep as the rest of the Hold continued to find enjoy each other.