Suffocate
Title: Suffocate
Pairing: Tony/2OFC, John Sheppard, Carlos Almeida, Rachel Almeida
Rating: PG-13 for a few f-bombs
SML Universe
Disclaimer: Not mine. *dreams*
Warnings: No real warnings. No Michelle in this one so if you don't like hearing about Tony and other women, then stay away. That's about it.
Summary: More SML backstory.
“Tony? Hey, man, look at me. You ok?”
Almeida shook his head after getting a fairly hard smack from his friend. “Damn, Sheppard! What the fuck?” He rubbed his jaw.
“You were spacing out. What did you take? Got anymore?” John sat next to Tony in the booth. This club was one of their regulars. All they had to do was show up and room was made for them. Sheppard leaned back against the leather taking in the room full of people. Most were female. He smirked but kept his eyes from wandering. He was a married man, no matter how much Nancy may hate him right now. Glancing at Tony, also married, he got the feeling the other man wasn’t giving a damn about his vows right now. Not that he could blame him. His eyes switched to a figure across the dance floor who for sure didn’t care about her vows.
Tony just threw his red eyes over at his guitarist while reaching in his jeans pocket. He pulled out a small blue pill and handed it over. “Should last about six to eight hours.”
John murmured his thanks and washed the drug down with his beer. “Rico’s?”
Almeida didn’t look back at him as he nodded. Just kept his eyes on his wife. She either didn’t know she was being watched or she didn’t care. His brother didn’t seem to mind that he was practically fucking his sister in law on the dance floor for all to see. Tony had seen enough and dropped his head back to rest against the top of the booth. He’d popped another pill right before John had sat down. The chemicals were mixing with his blood slowly and he could feel his skin tingle as he waited for the blessed numbness to start.
“Why do you put up with it?” John wasn’t sure if the other man had even heard him.
Tony didn’t move as he answered. “I can’t make her happy. I’m done tryin’. Let her fuck whoever she wants.” Finally he raised his head and skimmed the bar, his eyes finally landing on two women watching them. They smiled and he just motioned for them to come over.
“Tony, what are you doing?”
“Rachel isn’t gonna make a fool out of me.” John didn’t recognize the look in his friend’s eyes. And it wasn’t because of the drugs.
“Look man, I can’t, I’m not going to do that to Nancy.” The women had finally approached the table.
“How are things going there?” John shook his head.
“She’s most likely moved out by now. The touring, she doesn’t like it.”
Tony just nodded and Sheppard felt his chest tighten a little at the sad look on his face. “Tell her I said hello.” John watched as he stood and said something to the two women, both smiling back at him. Almeida never smiled, just pulled on the hand of one of the girls as they both trailed behind him.
As Tony lead both women into his hotel room, they started undressing him but he didn’t feel a thing.
He was incapable of feeling anything anymore. And that was just the way he wanted it.
Pairing: Tony/2OFC, John Sheppard, Carlos Almeida, Rachel Almeida
Rating: PG-13 for a few f-bombs
SML Universe
Disclaimer: Not mine. *dreams*
Warnings: No real warnings. No Michelle in this one so if you don't like hearing about Tony and other women, then stay away. That's about it.
Summary: More SML backstory.
“Tony? Hey, man, look at me. You ok?”
Almeida shook his head after getting a fairly hard smack from his friend. “Damn, Sheppard! What the fuck?” He rubbed his jaw.
“You were spacing out. What did you take? Got anymore?” John sat next to Tony in the booth. This club was one of their regulars. All they had to do was show up and room was made for them. Sheppard leaned back against the leather taking in the room full of people. Most were female. He smirked but kept his eyes from wandering. He was a married man, no matter how much Nancy may hate him right now. Glancing at Tony, also married, he got the feeling the other man wasn’t giving a damn about his vows right now. Not that he could blame him. His eyes switched to a figure across the dance floor who for sure didn’t care about her vows.
Tony just threw his red eyes over at his guitarist while reaching in his jeans pocket. He pulled out a small blue pill and handed it over. “Should last about six to eight hours.”
John murmured his thanks and washed the drug down with his beer. “Rico’s?”
Almeida didn’t look back at him as he nodded. Just kept his eyes on his wife. She either didn’t know she was being watched or she didn’t care. His brother didn’t seem to mind that he was practically fucking his sister in law on the dance floor for all to see. Tony had seen enough and dropped his head back to rest against the top of the booth. He’d popped another pill right before John had sat down. The chemicals were mixing with his blood slowly and he could feel his skin tingle as he waited for the blessed numbness to start.
“Why do you put up with it?” John wasn’t sure if the other man had even heard him.
Tony didn’t move as he answered. “I can’t make her happy. I’m done tryin’. Let her fuck whoever she wants.” Finally he raised his head and skimmed the bar, his eyes finally landing on two women watching them. They smiled and he just motioned for them to come over.
“Tony, what are you doing?”
“Rachel isn’t gonna make a fool out of me.” John didn’t recognize the look in his friend’s eyes. And it wasn’t because of the drugs.
“Look man, I can’t, I’m not going to do that to Nancy.” The women had finally approached the table.
“How are things going there?” John shook his head.
“She’s most likely moved out by now. The touring, she doesn’t like it.”
Tony just nodded and Sheppard felt his chest tighten a little at the sad look on his face. “Tell her I said hello.” John watched as he stood and said something to the two women, both smiling back at him. Almeida never smiled, just pulled on the hand of one of the girls as they both trailed behind him.
As Tony lead both women into his hotel room, they started undressing him but he didn’t feel a thing.
He was incapable of feeling anything anymore. And that was just the way he wanted it.