Poem! "I'll Always Remember / The Time the Aliens Made Us Do It" (SGA, John/Rodney / multiple)
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Title: Found Poem: I'll Always Remember / The Time the Aliens Made Us Do It
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Nonspecific/multiple, but mostly John/Rodney, with many onlookers
Rating: R-ish
Word Count: 1,600
Summary: They’ve all grown wary-understandably so-of alien initiation rites. A meta-AMTDI story.
Contains: "Aliens made them do it" trope, and all the accompanying dubious consent issues; voyeurism/exhibitionism; bondage and blindfolds; other people's characters, plots and words (credited at the end)
A/N: An attempt at a "found poem" for my Kink Bingo voyeurism square: every line comes unedited from a preexisting story. Inspired by linabean's brilliant SGA_storyfinders-based found poems. Thanks x10 to synn for coming up with the idea, tracking down some fics, making me finish this and cutting the two unnecessary endings. And thank you to everyone who's written an SGA AMTDI story. This is my love song of sorts to them.
The people of PXH-158
M3K-452
P5J-211
had asked Sheppard's team to stay for a festival
There's just the matter of the welcoming and friendship ceremony
the purification ritual
this fertility ritual
The offering ceremony
The harvest festival
A ritual of trust
the entire village was waiting anxiously for the ceremony to start.
Dr. McKay desecrated the temple of P'taratha.
"He insulted our ancestors and implied we did unclean things with livestock."
it is the only way
to gain access to the secret chamber
"Please, Doctor McKay, I must ask you not to touch the tablet,"
The altar must be purified.
reparations must be made
through the spilling of the offender's vital essences
Dr. McKay is to be the sacrifice.
Doctor McKay will be prepared...
He must be disgraced
They consider it a celebration of life
It's not dangerous or anything.
If they get a peep show, they'll trade
Or they'll kill you.
They are disarmed, taken.
Teyla apologizes again for not remembering the tribe's complex system of taboos.
Evidently he was to bathe.
They dressed him in a red robe
The metaphor was obvious
He could hear himself breathing
he felt numb
Terrified, maybe.
bewildered and angry and incredibly turned on.
He was confused.
John felt a tingle of nervousness run through him.
It was like being in a dream
He was going to get ceremoniously fucked, on center stage, with an audience.
He was going to make John Sheppard blow him in the middle of an amphitheater full of voyeuristic aliens
to make amends for Rodney's obscene hand gesture.
John had to be earning big karma points for this one
The arena was nearly overflowing with people
The temple
the stone circle
a single, long room lit by what looked like oil lamps
The ceremonial mating chamber
was filled with people
a couple hundred spectators
he couldn't tell how many were watching
It appeared at least half of the village had come to see the strangers
We're dealing with some very kinky little aliens here.
he could practically smell the sexual panic in the air.
There must be witnesses to the ritual.
He had no doubt there would be witnesses.
They bring Lorne out first.
Major Sheppard was being led into the temple
Rodney's knees were shaking as he walked out into the open.
Holy shit. It was Cadman.
David Parrish was naked and buckled over some kind of wooden stand
Rodney lay him down and hooked his strapped wrists to the low platform
they began tying his wrists
a guard, grimacing, unbuttoned John's BDUs and opened up his fly
Ronon's big hands slid the pants down his legs
stripping him,
leaving all of his most vulnerable areas displayed for the public
his cock strained painfully.
Ronon made a strangled noise
The fancy dress people stirred and murmured,
John was standing naked now,
all eyes shifted toward them
Plenty of people were looking at them
in a way that you would punch somebody for on the street.
then the lights dimmed
the stage was brightly lit
the air was filled with a sweet, tantalizing scent
he could tell that the sex-no, the ceremony-the ceremony with the sex-was about to begin.
Rodney sat on the edge of the bed
John climbed slowly onto the dais
John puts a steadying hand on his arm
John brought his hands into the action
he reaches out to unzip Rodney’s pants.
the women's hands began sliding up Rodney's calves
The man knelt down and rubbed the oil into John's legs
Rodney stroked his forearm
sliding his fingers around John's cock to stroke it gently
John immediately went tense.
John didn't want to feel like this.
John definitely liked it
He's pretty relaxed now.
He sinks, sinks, sinks.
Rodney felt a worrying rush of blood southward-
Some days he wished he'd stayed in Canada.
then he suddenly bent down and kissed him
and Rodney kept kissing him
pushed in the first two fingers
all he could do was lie there and take it
Under the watchful eye of the leader
he realized he was hard.
everyone is staring at him
and maybe giving performance points
He closed his eyes.
He didn't have time to be mortified
John's going to have to do this with his eyes open.
he held Rodney's gaze
It was good that Rodney was turned on
The Major captured his gaze again
giving Rodney something to focus on and preventing him from looking at the sea of faces
He stared into the Major's eyes and tried to imagine that he was in Atlantis
Rodney trying to make this as easy on John as he could.
He didn't want to think about the crowd
it was unnaturally quiet
Several people in the audience moaned softly
The chanting resumed.
Rodney sucked.
John pushed
brings his hand down on Rodney's bare ass
His hand, Rodney's hand was-
Maybe there was an advantage in being stuck in a bad sci-fi porn plot.
John becomes aware of his audience: Ronon, Teyla, Elizabeth and Caldwell
Lorne and two marines
Beckett and a nurse
Zelenka and Simpson on the floor with laptops
Rodney standing over him
Chuck
The Dolorians
the P'lekar
The Idjahn
The leader of the Thull
A number of Brogians
These villagers
the cheerful locals
the chanting spectators and their stinky candles
a priestess in a deep purple robe
Men in dark green robes
the head of the holy order
hideously unattractive priests with large penises
Three of them, plus Kolya
the lab table
the command chair
the city's AI
Jumpers Four through Eight
they have a camera in here somewhere
Other people had come close to watch, too
They make John watch.
"Watch me," John orders.
and Sam couldn’t not look, couldn’t look away from the place where they were joined
Elizabeth was just staring
She couldn’t help it, not really
These were her friends, her teammates, and she shouldn't be watching them,
and they were both naked now,
John watched, transfixed
he couldn't seem to help himself
the fierce desire to watch
the horrifying certainty that the respectful thing to do was to avert his eyes
and she was seeing something in front of her that was out her deepest, darkest fantasies.
Like the really good porn, the kind that made you flush
and feel guilty for watching.
Watching this was making Rodney uncomfortably hard
Rodney stared at John's half-hard dick tucked against his balls
The minute motions of Sheppard's hips were mesmerizing
John pressed his hand against the erection throbbing in his pants
He stared as Rodney's hand disappeared between the press of their bodies
It was surreal and crazily erotic
He'd read SG-1 reports that read less like a porn than this
he really had to stop looking, damn it.
- holy shit! Holy shit!
"Oh, my," Elizabeth says.
and Teyla's eyebrows disappear under her hairline
this was one thing you should never see your colleague doing
Kolya was watching avidly
The biggest man was watching too, licking his lips.
The chief adjusts his leather skirt.
They were all aroused
more and more people came in from outside and joined in the chanting.
The Bekkai had started lining up
Sure, they all enjoyed it
voyeurs, all of them
why couldn't they just download their porn onto their computers like everyone else?
the blindfold
Rodney put it over his eyes
now he didn't have to see all the Katiaians lining the tiers, watching
if he couldn't see them, he could pretend they couldn't see him,
all those greedy, hungry eyes crawling over his skin;
ZPM, Rodney thought, desperately
And oh, God... the crowd.
he imagined all those thousands of faces watching,
imagined what he looked like,
imagined what Rodney looked like
Those people, cool eyes watching them
to see him spread out like this, watching him want it.
He's heaving and panting for air,
and women were touching him, and Major Sheppard was looking at him, watching him being touched
Rodney was seeing this, seeing him
Rodney McKay is looking at my ass
He was only vaguely aware that the crowd around them had gone still
The curl of shame and humiliation in his belly expanded
John wants to cry it's so good.
It makes his skin hot, his fingertips prickle.
It makes his gut clench and his balls pull up
Rodney might have whimpered
The pleasure was intense
The crowd seemed to be holding its breath
It only takes two or three good pulls and he comes
two strokes before he was coming hard
shooting come over his belly
onto
the ground between them
he striped Rodney's face with semen.
he slams back into himself with people ogling him
everyone was staring industriously at the floor
They were both still breathing heavy when the applause began.
Distantly, Rodney heard the crowd give a cheer.
"Well, now, that was quite a show," the first man says.
His pants have at least three separate wet spots on them
John could still feel the weight of many gazes
The priest untied the ropes
The villagers were all moving out,
Rodney was duly chastened and everyone was free to go.
It was all a damn mess.
"Well," said John at last. "This is awkward."
Repress and deny.
This was definitely not going in the mission report.
Jesus, he'd come, even with all of them in the room, watching him, wanting to see him submit and lose it.
he and his team leader just masturbated each other in the town square
in front of the entire population of an alien city.
he'd gotten hard where they all could see him,
they'd seen him like that.
They'd seen that he liked it
In no particular order, the stories whose lines appear in the poem (unless they got cut in the editing): http://www.butcheredart.net/Fiction/Intimacy.html, http://www.intimations.org/fanfic/stargate/mercy.html, http://sga-santa.livejournal.com/79068.html, http://runpunkrun.livejournal.com/208791.html, http://mmom.livejournal.com/154850.html, http://mcsmooch.livejournal.com/103657.html, http://lallybroch.livejournal.com/51560.html, http://rounds-of-kink.livejournal.com/297078.html, http://sga-flashfic.livejournal.com/431973.html, http://kimberlite.livejournal.com/69318.html, http://ras-fic.livejournal.com/8828.html, http://yinfic.livejournal.com/18775.html, http://gratuitosity.livejournal.com/1747.html, http://chelle.slashcity.org/atlantis/virgin.shtml , http://sga-flashfic.livejournal.com/631882.html, http://ladycat777.livejournal.com/709537.html, http://thegrrrl2002.slashcity.org/atlantis/01/festivities.html, http://runpunkrun.livejournal.com/218716.html, http://cupidsbow.livejournal.com/184149.html, http://shaenie.livejournal.com/327764.html, http://damerel.livejournal.com/28982.html, http://oxoniensis.livejournal.com/286546.html?thread=11374930, http://venculus.dreamwidth.org/1216.html, http://spike21.livejournal.com/608135.html, http://dkwilliams.livejournal.com/91049.html, http://gpfg-studios.livejournal.com/16811.html, http://keiramarcos.com/2009/12/06/what-you-give/, http://www.area52hkh.net/ash/huntress/strangers.php, http://yinfic.livejournal.com/20081.html, http://chelle.slashcity.org/atlantis/cinaedus.shtml, http://semivowel.livejournal.com/2757.html, http://neery.killerstar.net/stories/foolproof.html, http://welfycat.dreamwidth.org/3197.html, http://www.furholt.net/elaynas_den/_McShep_01.htm, http://sga-flashfic.livejournal.com/87764.html, http://www.trickster.org/speranza/cesper/Clarity.html, http://lallybroch.livejournal.com/69088.html, http://mcshep-match.livejournal.com/15539.html, http://scribblinlenore.livejournal.com/404171.html, http://archiveofourown.org/works/166367, http://velocitygrass.livejournal.com/11830.html, http://raselghethi.livejournal.com/53273.html
x-posted to mckay_sheppard, sga_noticeboard
Title: Found Poem: I'll Always Remember / The Time the Aliens Made Us Do It
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Nonspecific/multiple, but mostly John/Rodney, with many onlookers
Rating: R-ish
Word Count: 1,600
Summary: They’ve all grown wary-understandably so-of alien initiation rites. A meta-AMTDI story.
Contains: "Aliens made them do it" trope, and all the accompanying dubious consent issues; voyeurism/exhibitionism; bondage and blindfolds; other people's characters, plots and words (credited at the end)
A/N: An attempt at a "found poem" for my Kink Bingo voyeurism square: every line comes unedited from a preexisting story. Inspired by linabean's brilliant SGA_storyfinders-based found poems. Thanks x10 to synn for coming up with the idea, tracking down some fics, making me finish this and cutting the two unnecessary endings. And thank you to everyone who's written an SGA AMTDI story. This is my love song of sorts to them.
The people of PXH-158
M3K-452
P5J-211
had asked Sheppard's team to stay for a festival
There's just the matter of the welcoming and friendship ceremony
the purification ritual
this fertility ritual
The offering ceremony
The harvest festival
A ritual of trust
the entire village was waiting anxiously for the ceremony to start.
Dr. McKay desecrated the temple of P'taratha.
"He insulted our ancestors and implied we did unclean things with livestock."
it is the only way
to gain access to the secret chamber
"Please, Doctor McKay, I must ask you not to touch the tablet,"
The altar must be purified.
reparations must be made
through the spilling of the offender's vital essences
Dr. McKay is to be the sacrifice.
Doctor McKay will be prepared...
He must be disgraced
They consider it a celebration of life
It's not dangerous or anything.
If they get a peep show, they'll trade
Or they'll kill you.
They are disarmed, taken.
Teyla apologizes again for not remembering the tribe's complex system of taboos.
Evidently he was to bathe.
They dressed him in a red robe
The metaphor was obvious
He could hear himself breathing
he felt numb
Terrified, maybe.
bewildered and angry and incredibly turned on.
He was confused.
John felt a tingle of nervousness run through him.
It was like being in a dream
He was going to get ceremoniously fucked, on center stage, with an audience.
He was going to make John Sheppard blow him in the middle of an amphitheater full of voyeuristic aliens
to make amends for Rodney's obscene hand gesture.
John had to be earning big karma points for this one
The arena was nearly overflowing with people
The temple
the stone circle
a single, long room lit by what looked like oil lamps
The ceremonial mating chamber
was filled with people
a couple hundred spectators
he couldn't tell how many were watching
It appeared at least half of the village had come to see the strangers
We're dealing with some very kinky little aliens here.
he could practically smell the sexual panic in the air.
There must be witnesses to the ritual.
He had no doubt there would be witnesses.
They bring Lorne out first.
Major Sheppard was being led into the temple
Rodney's knees were shaking as he walked out into the open.
Holy shit. It was Cadman.
David Parrish was naked and buckled over some kind of wooden stand
Rodney lay him down and hooked his strapped wrists to the low platform
they began tying his wrists
a guard, grimacing, unbuttoned John's BDUs and opened up his fly
Ronon's big hands slid the pants down his legs
stripping him,
leaving all of his most vulnerable areas displayed for the public
his cock strained painfully.
Ronon made a strangled noise
The fancy dress people stirred and murmured,
John was standing naked now,
all eyes shifted toward them
Plenty of people were looking at them
in a way that you would punch somebody for on the street.
then the lights dimmed
the stage was brightly lit
the air was filled with a sweet, tantalizing scent
he could tell that the sex-no, the ceremony-the ceremony with the sex-was about to begin.
Rodney sat on the edge of the bed
John climbed slowly onto the dais
John puts a steadying hand on his arm
John brought his hands into the action
he reaches out to unzip Rodney’s pants.
the women's hands began sliding up Rodney's calves
The man knelt down and rubbed the oil into John's legs
Rodney stroked his forearm
sliding his fingers around John's cock to stroke it gently
John immediately went tense.
John didn't want to feel like this.
John definitely liked it
He's pretty relaxed now.
He sinks, sinks, sinks.
Rodney felt a worrying rush of blood southward-
Some days he wished he'd stayed in Canada.
then he suddenly bent down and kissed him
and Rodney kept kissing him
pushed in the first two fingers
all he could do was lie there and take it
Under the watchful eye of the leader
he realized he was hard.
everyone is staring at him
and maybe giving performance points
He closed his eyes.
He didn't have time to be mortified
John's going to have to do this with his eyes open.
he held Rodney's gaze
It was good that Rodney was turned on
The Major captured his gaze again
giving Rodney something to focus on and preventing him from looking at the sea of faces
He stared into the Major's eyes and tried to imagine that he was in Atlantis
Rodney trying to make this as easy on John as he could.
He didn't want to think about the crowd
it was unnaturally quiet
Several people in the audience moaned softly
The chanting resumed.
Rodney sucked.
John pushed
brings his hand down on Rodney's bare ass
His hand, Rodney's hand was-
Maybe there was an advantage in being stuck in a bad sci-fi porn plot.
John becomes aware of his audience: Ronon, Teyla, Elizabeth and Caldwell
Lorne and two marines
Beckett and a nurse
Zelenka and Simpson on the floor with laptops
Rodney standing over him
Chuck
The Dolorians
the P'lekar
The Idjahn
The leader of the Thull
A number of Brogians
These villagers
the cheerful locals
the chanting spectators and their stinky candles
a priestess in a deep purple robe
Men in dark green robes
the head of the holy order
hideously unattractive priests with large penises
Three of them, plus Kolya
the lab table
the command chair
the city's AI
Jumpers Four through Eight
they have a camera in here somewhere
Other people had come close to watch, too
They make John watch.
"Watch me," John orders.
and Sam couldn’t not look, couldn’t look away from the place where they were joined
Elizabeth was just staring
She couldn’t help it, not really
These were her friends, her teammates, and she shouldn't be watching them,
and they were both naked now,
John watched, transfixed
he couldn't seem to help himself
the fierce desire to watch
the horrifying certainty that the respectful thing to do was to avert his eyes
and she was seeing something in front of her that was out her deepest, darkest fantasies.
Like the really good porn, the kind that made you flush
and feel guilty for watching.
Watching this was making Rodney uncomfortably hard
Rodney stared at John's half-hard dick tucked against his balls
The minute motions of Sheppard's hips were mesmerizing
John pressed his hand against the erection throbbing in his pants
He stared as Rodney's hand disappeared between the press of their bodies
It was surreal and crazily erotic
He'd read SG-1 reports that read less like a porn than this
he really had to stop looking, damn it.
- holy shit! Holy shit!
"Oh, my," Elizabeth says.
and Teyla's eyebrows disappear under her hairline
this was one thing you should never see your colleague doing
Kolya was watching avidly
The biggest man was watching too, licking his lips.
The chief adjusts his leather skirt.
They were all aroused
more and more people came in from outside and joined in the chanting.
The Bekkai had started lining up
Sure, they all enjoyed it
voyeurs, all of them
why couldn't they just download their porn onto their computers like everyone else?
the blindfold
Rodney put it over his eyes
now he didn't have to see all the Katiaians lining the tiers, watching
if he couldn't see them, he could pretend they couldn't see him,
all those greedy, hungry eyes crawling over his skin;
ZPM, Rodney thought, desperately
And oh, God... the crowd.
he imagined all those thousands of faces watching,
imagined what he looked like,
imagined what Rodney looked like
Those people, cool eyes watching them
to see him spread out like this, watching him want it.
He's heaving and panting for air,
and women were touching him, and Major Sheppard was looking at him, watching him being touched
Rodney was seeing this, seeing him
Rodney McKay is looking at my ass
He was only vaguely aware that the crowd around them had gone still
The curl of shame and humiliation in his belly expanded
John wants to cry it's so good.
It makes his skin hot, his fingertips prickle.
It makes his gut clench and his balls pull up
Rodney might have whimpered
The pleasure was intense
The crowd seemed to be holding its breath
It only takes two or three good pulls and he comes
two strokes before he was coming hard
shooting come over his belly
onto
the ground between them
he striped Rodney's face with semen.
he slams back into himself with people ogling him
everyone was staring industriously at the floor
They were both still breathing heavy when the applause began.
Distantly, Rodney heard the crowd give a cheer.
"Well, now, that was quite a show," the first man says.
His pants have at least three separate wet spots on them
John could still feel the weight of many gazes
The priest untied the ropes
The villagers were all moving out,
Rodney was duly chastened and everyone was free to go.
It was all a damn mess.
"Well," said John at last. "This is awkward."
Repress and deny.
This was definitely not going in the mission report.
Jesus, he'd come, even with all of them in the room, watching him, wanting to see him submit and lose it.
he and his team leader just masturbated each other in the town square
in front of the entire population of an alien city.
he'd gotten hard where they all could see him,
they'd seen him like that.
They'd seen that he liked it
In no particular order, the stories whose lines appear in the poem (unless they got cut in the editing): http://www.butcheredart.net/Fiction/Intimacy.html, http://www.intimations.org/fanfic/stargate/mercy.html, http://sga-santa.livejournal.com/79068.html, http://runpunkrun.livejournal.com/208791.html, http://mmom.livejournal.com/154850.html, http://mcsmooch.livejournal.com/103657.html, http://lallybroch.livejournal.com/51560.html, http://rounds-of-kink.livejournal.com/297078.html, http://sga-flashfic.livejournal.com/431973.html, http://kimberlite.livejournal.com/69318.html, http://ras-fic.livejournal.com/8828.html, http://yinfic.livejournal.com/18775.html, http://gratuitosity.livejournal.com/1747.html, http://chelle.slashcity.org/atlantis/virgin.shtml , http://sga-flashfic.livejournal.com/631882.html, http://ladycat777.livejournal.com/709537.html, http://thegrrrl2002.slashcity.org/atlantis/01/festivities.html, http://runpunkrun.livejournal.com/218716.html, http://cupidsbow.livejournal.com/184149.html, http://shaenie.livejournal.com/327764.html, http://damerel.livejournal.com/28982.html, http://oxoniensis.livejournal.com/286546.html?thread=11374930, http://venculus.dreamwidth.org/1216.html, http://spike21.livejournal.com/608135.html, http://dkwilliams.livejournal.com/91049.html, http://gpfg-studios.livejournal.com/16811.html, http://keiramarcos.com/2009/12/06/what-you-give/, http://www.area52hkh.net/ash/huntress/strangers.php, http://yinfic.livejournal.com/20081.html, http://chelle.slashcity.org/atlantis/cinaedus.shtml, http://semivowel.livejournal.com/2757.html, http://neery.killerstar.net/stories/foolproof.html, http://welfycat.dreamwidth.org/3197.html, http://www.furholt.net/elaynas_den/_McShep_01.htm, http://sga-flashfic.livejournal.com/87764.html, http://www.trickster.org/speranza/cesper/Clarity.html, http://lallybroch.livejournal.com/69088.html, http://mcshep-match.livejournal.com/15539.html, http://scribblinlenore.livejournal.com/404171.html, http://archiveofourown.org/works/166367, http://velocitygrass.livejournal.com/11830.html, http://raselghethi.livejournal.com/53273.html
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