Fic: Crush (NC-17)
Title: Crush
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: Zelenka, McKay, Sheppard, Weir, Bates, Heightmeyer
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Zelenka/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con
Spoilers: References to Siege 3, Duet, Hot Zone, and Trinity
Summary: Part 11 of the Broken Series
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
She rolled off him, sighing. "Oh, that was lovely."
His mind was reeling. He wanted to vomit. He wanted a shower, unbearably hot, to wash the stain and sensation of what he'd just done from his skin, from his mind. He wanted to die.
His arms ached from... He swallowed down the rising bile as he remembered thrusting up into her, bracing himself with the arms tied to a branch over his head.
The trembling hit suddenly and uncontrollably. He tried to be silent, but a strangled sob emerged anyway.
She sat up and looked at him, her eyes going soft. "I'm sorry, love. I haff been thoughtless." She leaned up and did something to the knot. He lowered his arms, gasping at the pain of the strained muscled. His hands were still tied.
He wished he had the strength to attack her now, but he merely rolled to his side, curled up, and let the trembling overtake him. She dressed, seemingly oblivious to his reaction, which was probably a good thing.
He got himself under control and began thinking. He didn't know where they were beyond off-world. She was currently his only source of information. He wasn't sure whether it was safer to stay with her or flee, but he decided to risk staying with her.
"Come on," she said, hauling him up. "There are some houses this way."
"I thought you said we were alone," he said, stumbling as she set a faster pace than his bare feet could handle.
"We are," she answered.
He thought he recognised some of the yellow flowers in a meadow they stumbled through, but didn't ask.
The houses turned out to be on about the order of log cabins. She dragged him into one. It had only a single room. It had an abandoned look about it. Her eye seemed taken by the bed, which was perfect for a couple of small-ish people who didn't mind a bit of cuddling.
She dragged him over, pushed him onto the bed, and deftly began securing him to the frame. He fought down panic. He still needed to know where they were, but being tied down...
"It's a beautiful planet," he started, as her hands began exploring him again, slower this time, appreciatively.
"You are so sexy," she murmured.
Radek had never considered himself sexy. Oh, he kept in shape as well as he could with hours spent in the lab, and his wife had liked his body well enough, as had Rodney and Carson, but it had never occurred to him to consider himself sexy.
"Um... thank you."
Her hands slid through his hair and her mouth found his throat.
Relax, relax, he ordered himself.
Hands began exploring arms, sides, chest, nipples. This time they avoided his genitals, instead sliding to hips and down legs. He concentrated on the sensation, trying not to think about who was doing this to him, imagining it was Carson. He felt his cock stirring again, hating himself. She slid her hands behind him, exploring his ass. He moaned, forcing himself to go with this. Her finger slipped down the cleft of his ass, swirling around his opening and he gasped, his cock twitching.
"Do you like that?" she asked, and he missed the edge in her voice.
"Oh, yes," he answered.
The slap across his face left him practically greying out from the shock of it. "No," she said, her voice an order, "you do not like this. Ever."
She slid her finger over his opening and he felt his cock twitching again. The slap this time was harder and more vicious. He whimpered, feeling blood trickling from the side of his mouth. "Please," he found himself begging.
"You haff to learn," she said, sounding so reasonable and logical as she said it.
His only answer was a whimper.
***
"Damn it, Rodney, this isn't working!" he yelled into his radio.
stop shoutting appeared on the laptop screen in front of him. youre making my head ache worse.
"Sorry. I just don't understand what we're doing."
look. i can wastre time explaining it or i can try to find radek. your choice.
John sighed. "All right, all right. To quote my fiance, 'Shutting up now.' What do you need them to do now?"
John read the words appearing on the screen, confirming commands before repeating them to the team of technicians, who scrambled to comply, swarming over the planet's DHD. Waldschmidt had pulled a slick one, setting the puddlejumper to dial, but only after she'd already dialed through with the regular DHD. They'd wasted precious time trying to track the wrong dial-out.
"Come on, come on, come on..." he muttered.
He knew this was a long shot, but they had to do something. Radek wasn't going to disappear into the Pegasus like Ford.
***
She was tender with him now, cool cloth cleaning the blood from his face, gently combing through his hair. "It's okay, love. I'm here for you."
He drew in a ragged breath and forced himself not to flinch at her touch. Okay, he needed to get out of here, as soon as possible. His mind raced.
"This planet," he said cautiously, watching her expression for any sign of anger. How should he phrase this? "This is... the planet where we first worked together, yes? To rescue Cadman and McKay from dart?"
She seemed pleased that he'd mentioned Cadman first.
"Yes, love. It is the perfect place-- safe shelter, even food, completely uninhabited. And here is where we fell in love with each other." She sighed.
She couldn't have dragged him too far from the gate, he figured. The gate had been in the clear, on the edge of the forest. If he could get loose, perhaps...
"And are you forever going to keep me tied up, love?" He tried a disarming smile, the one that made Carson melt.
She smiled and kissed him. "Not forever, no. I just need to be sure you are cured of any... bad influences first."
It was turning dark outside. She slipped her clothes off and slid into the bed with him, pressing against him. "Sleep now, love."
And within minutes, she was asleep, her breath puffing against his cheek, looking completely innocent and undisturbed by the events of the day. Somehow, he thought, in unguarded sleep there should be something evil in her look, but there wasn't.
He stared up at the strange ceiling. He'd had sex with a murderer, been inside her, filled her.
Taken pleasure in her.
It was the betrayal his sister had talked about, the betrayal he had wanted so that he could live.
His mind flitted to Carson in the infirmary, so still. He had hated whoever had done this to his lover, wanted, for the first time in his life, to hurt someone. And now...
He had to get back, back to Carson. He couldn't die now.
Images of friends and colleagues, dead now, flashed through his head. Hays screaming in terror. Collins's twisted body covered in burns. He wouldn't join them. He refused.
***
this shouldwork. the words on the laptop griped. i don;t understand. god i wish i had radek here
"If you had him there, we wouldn't need to be doing this," John pointed out.
haha. you know what i mean
"Look, we've got 5 of the chevrons figured out. That leaves 870 possible combinations for the last two, right?"
right
"We've got to figure she would have gone to a world that she knows is habitable and safe, so we do a process of elimination."
already got someone working on it. still a lot of possibilities
"Oh. Okay."
just trying to speed up the processs. Heightmeyer's very concenred that the longer we go the more likely she'll hurt him or kill him. it's already been a godawful long time
John balled his hands into fists. "I know, Rodney. I know."
***
She had dragged him to an outhouse to perform the morning ritual, hands tied behind his back, rope around his ankles giving him little play. As soon as his bladder was empty, she'd belted him hard, sending him crashing to his knees, and dragged him back inside before he could regain his equilibrium. She'd already gotten his hands secured before he started to fight her. He got kneed in the balls for his trouble, then securely tied down.
She'd eaten a simple breakfast of a powerbar and juice in front of him, silent, eyes angry. "Do you want some?" she finally asked.
Truth be told, his situation had wiped out every hint of appetite, but he figured he needed the energy. "Please," he said.
"Apologise, then."
"I'm sorry," he said, sounding truly dejected. "It's just that I can't stand the thought of the ropes anymore. Please... forgive me."
She stood, waiting.
He thought, fast and furious. "I... I love you," he said.
Her eyes softened. "I forgive you."
He had choked down breakfast as she had fed him, smiling seductively. Then she had straddled his head, grabbing his hair to pull his mouth against her. "Apologise to me again," she ordered.
***
Bates's eyes were bright as he stepped into the infirmary with Heightmeyer behind him. Rodney looked up in hope, raising his eyebrows in query.
He hated that it was so hard to talk. Without the morphine drip, it was beyond excruciating, though.
When this was all over, he knew John was going to have a field day with a fiance who couldn't talk. The fact that Carson-- currently stoned out of his gourd because the staff couldn't keep him calm enough otherwise-- was in the same boat made it somehow more tolerable.
"We've been examining her journal entries. We think we've figured it out and it fits what you've figured out on the DHD. Your team and team 2 is already on the way through."
Rodney nodded, then typed, an artificial voice coming from the laptop. "What did you find?"
Bates pulled out his notes and read, "'Today, he told me he needed me. We were trying to release Dr. McKay and a soldier named Cadman from a Wraith dart. Some would say I have imagined more than is truly there, but they did not hear the warmth in his voice. I will forever remember him saying, "Edda, I need you."' Dr. Heightmeyer believes she would seek out some place she regarded as special in some way. This fits the bill."
***
She'd found some native clothes and had been inordinately excited to see him in them. They were homespun, but the material was surprisingly soft. He indulged her, as she let her guard down for a short while and he had a chance to stretch and survey their surroundings, thinking. She'd been eyeing him and then the bed when he decided to make his move.
There had been a moment of suspicion when he had pushed her up against the table, but his desperate, needy kisses and body pressing against her with desire soon had her lost in the feel of him. She laid back on the table, scattering the contents onto the floor.
"Take me, my love, take me."
He brought tied hands up to gently cup her face, kissing her. He met her eyes. "I'm sorry, Edda."
There was confusion in her eyes, then he grabbed her throat, slamming her head back against the table.
***
They had followed the tendril of smoke that Ronon had spotted and found the small cabin in the forest. Leveling his gun, he threw the door open. He took in the scene and swore. "Damndamndamn! We found him."
Weir's voice whispered over the radio, "It's... it's too late, isn't it?"
John bent down in front of Radek, curled on the floor, staring sightlessly at the far wall, rocking, rocking. "He's alive. But the 'too late' still may apply." He stood and walked to the table. Dr. Edda Waldschmidt's body lay stiff on it. Radek Zelenka's fingerprints showed purple against the unnatural whiteness of her throat.
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: Zelenka, McKay, Sheppard, Weir, Bates, Heightmeyer
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Zelenka/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con
Spoilers: References to Siege 3, Duet, Hot Zone, and Trinity
Summary: Part 11 of the Broken Series
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
She rolled off him, sighing. "Oh, that was lovely."
His mind was reeling. He wanted to vomit. He wanted a shower, unbearably hot, to wash the stain and sensation of what he'd just done from his skin, from his mind. He wanted to die.
His arms ached from... He swallowed down the rising bile as he remembered thrusting up into her, bracing himself with the arms tied to a branch over his head.
The trembling hit suddenly and uncontrollably. He tried to be silent, but a strangled sob emerged anyway.
She sat up and looked at him, her eyes going soft. "I'm sorry, love. I haff been thoughtless." She leaned up and did something to the knot. He lowered his arms, gasping at the pain of the strained muscled. His hands were still tied.
He wished he had the strength to attack her now, but he merely rolled to his side, curled up, and let the trembling overtake him. She dressed, seemingly oblivious to his reaction, which was probably a good thing.
He got himself under control and began thinking. He didn't know where they were beyond off-world. She was currently his only source of information. He wasn't sure whether it was safer to stay with her or flee, but he decided to risk staying with her.
"Come on," she said, hauling him up. "There are some houses this way."
"I thought you said we were alone," he said, stumbling as she set a faster pace than his bare feet could handle.
"We are," she answered.
He thought he recognised some of the yellow flowers in a meadow they stumbled through, but didn't ask.
The houses turned out to be on about the order of log cabins. She dragged him into one. It had only a single room. It had an abandoned look about it. Her eye seemed taken by the bed, which was perfect for a couple of small-ish people who didn't mind a bit of cuddling.
She dragged him over, pushed him onto the bed, and deftly began securing him to the frame. He fought down panic. He still needed to know where they were, but being tied down...
"It's a beautiful planet," he started, as her hands began exploring him again, slower this time, appreciatively.
"You are so sexy," she murmured.
Radek had never considered himself sexy. Oh, he kept in shape as well as he could with hours spent in the lab, and his wife had liked his body well enough, as had Rodney and Carson, but it had never occurred to him to consider himself sexy.
"Um... thank you."
Her hands slid through his hair and her mouth found his throat.
Relax, relax, he ordered himself.
Hands began exploring arms, sides, chest, nipples. This time they avoided his genitals, instead sliding to hips and down legs. He concentrated on the sensation, trying not to think about who was doing this to him, imagining it was Carson. He felt his cock stirring again, hating himself. She slid her hands behind him, exploring his ass. He moaned, forcing himself to go with this. Her finger slipped down the cleft of his ass, swirling around his opening and he gasped, his cock twitching.
"Do you like that?" she asked, and he missed the edge in her voice.
"Oh, yes," he answered.
The slap across his face left him practically greying out from the shock of it. "No," she said, her voice an order, "you do not like this. Ever."
She slid her finger over his opening and he felt his cock twitching again. The slap this time was harder and more vicious. He whimpered, feeling blood trickling from the side of his mouth. "Please," he found himself begging.
"You haff to learn," she said, sounding so reasonable and logical as she said it.
His only answer was a whimper.
***
"Damn it, Rodney, this isn't working!" he yelled into his radio.
stop shoutting appeared on the laptop screen in front of him. youre making my head ache worse.
"Sorry. I just don't understand what we're doing."
look. i can wastre time explaining it or i can try to find radek. your choice.
John sighed. "All right, all right. To quote my fiance, 'Shutting up now.' What do you need them to do now?"
John read the words appearing on the screen, confirming commands before repeating them to the team of technicians, who scrambled to comply, swarming over the planet's DHD. Waldschmidt had pulled a slick one, setting the puddlejumper to dial, but only after she'd already dialed through with the regular DHD. They'd wasted precious time trying to track the wrong dial-out.
"Come on, come on, come on..." he muttered.
He knew this was a long shot, but they had to do something. Radek wasn't going to disappear into the Pegasus like Ford.
***
She was tender with him now, cool cloth cleaning the blood from his face, gently combing through his hair. "It's okay, love. I'm here for you."
He drew in a ragged breath and forced himself not to flinch at her touch. Okay, he needed to get out of here, as soon as possible. His mind raced.
"This planet," he said cautiously, watching her expression for any sign of anger. How should he phrase this? "This is... the planet where we first worked together, yes? To rescue Cadman and McKay from dart?"
She seemed pleased that he'd mentioned Cadman first.
"Yes, love. It is the perfect place-- safe shelter, even food, completely uninhabited. And here is where we fell in love with each other." She sighed.
She couldn't have dragged him too far from the gate, he figured. The gate had been in the clear, on the edge of the forest. If he could get loose, perhaps...
"And are you forever going to keep me tied up, love?" He tried a disarming smile, the one that made Carson melt.
She smiled and kissed him. "Not forever, no. I just need to be sure you are cured of any... bad influences first."
It was turning dark outside. She slipped her clothes off and slid into the bed with him, pressing against him. "Sleep now, love."
And within minutes, she was asleep, her breath puffing against his cheek, looking completely innocent and undisturbed by the events of the day. Somehow, he thought, in unguarded sleep there should be something evil in her look, but there wasn't.
He stared up at the strange ceiling. He'd had sex with a murderer, been inside her, filled her.
Taken pleasure in her.
It was the betrayal his sister had talked about, the betrayal he had wanted so that he could live.
His mind flitted to Carson in the infirmary, so still. He had hated whoever had done this to his lover, wanted, for the first time in his life, to hurt someone. And now...
He had to get back, back to Carson. He couldn't die now.
Images of friends and colleagues, dead now, flashed through his head. Hays screaming in terror. Collins's twisted body covered in burns. He wouldn't join them. He refused.
***
this shouldwork. the words on the laptop griped. i don;t understand. god i wish i had radek here
"If you had him there, we wouldn't need to be doing this," John pointed out.
haha. you know what i mean
"Look, we've got 5 of the chevrons figured out. That leaves 870 possible combinations for the last two, right?"
right
"We've got to figure she would have gone to a world that she knows is habitable and safe, so we do a process of elimination."
already got someone working on it. still a lot of possibilities
"Oh. Okay."
just trying to speed up the processs. Heightmeyer's very concenred that the longer we go the more likely she'll hurt him or kill him. it's already been a godawful long time
John balled his hands into fists. "I know, Rodney. I know."
***
She had dragged him to an outhouse to perform the morning ritual, hands tied behind his back, rope around his ankles giving him little play. As soon as his bladder was empty, she'd belted him hard, sending him crashing to his knees, and dragged him back inside before he could regain his equilibrium. She'd already gotten his hands secured before he started to fight her. He got kneed in the balls for his trouble, then securely tied down.
She'd eaten a simple breakfast of a powerbar and juice in front of him, silent, eyes angry. "Do you want some?" she finally asked.
Truth be told, his situation had wiped out every hint of appetite, but he figured he needed the energy. "Please," he said.
"Apologise, then."
"I'm sorry," he said, sounding truly dejected. "It's just that I can't stand the thought of the ropes anymore. Please... forgive me."
She stood, waiting.
He thought, fast and furious. "I... I love you," he said.
Her eyes softened. "I forgive you."
He had choked down breakfast as she had fed him, smiling seductively. Then she had straddled his head, grabbing his hair to pull his mouth against her. "Apologise to me again," she ordered.
***
Bates's eyes were bright as he stepped into the infirmary with Heightmeyer behind him. Rodney looked up in hope, raising his eyebrows in query.
He hated that it was so hard to talk. Without the morphine drip, it was beyond excruciating, though.
When this was all over, he knew John was going to have a field day with a fiance who couldn't talk. The fact that Carson-- currently stoned out of his gourd because the staff couldn't keep him calm enough otherwise-- was in the same boat made it somehow more tolerable.
"We've been examining her journal entries. We think we've figured it out and it fits what you've figured out on the DHD. Your team and team 2 is already on the way through."
Rodney nodded, then typed, an artificial voice coming from the laptop. "What did you find?"
Bates pulled out his notes and read, "'Today, he told me he needed me. We were trying to release Dr. McKay and a soldier named Cadman from a Wraith dart. Some would say I have imagined more than is truly there, but they did not hear the warmth in his voice. I will forever remember him saying, "Edda, I need you."' Dr. Heightmeyer believes she would seek out some place she regarded as special in some way. This fits the bill."
***
She'd found some native clothes and had been inordinately excited to see him in them. They were homespun, but the material was surprisingly soft. He indulged her, as she let her guard down for a short while and he had a chance to stretch and survey their surroundings, thinking. She'd been eyeing him and then the bed when he decided to make his move.
There had been a moment of suspicion when he had pushed her up against the table, but his desperate, needy kisses and body pressing against her with desire soon had her lost in the feel of him. She laid back on the table, scattering the contents onto the floor.
"Take me, my love, take me."
He brought tied hands up to gently cup her face, kissing her. He met her eyes. "I'm sorry, Edda."
There was confusion in her eyes, then he grabbed her throat, slamming her head back against the table.
***
They had followed the tendril of smoke that Ronon had spotted and found the small cabin in the forest. Leveling his gun, he threw the door open. He took in the scene and swore. "Damndamndamn! We found him."
Weir's voice whispered over the radio, "It's... it's too late, isn't it?"
John bent down in front of Radek, curled on the floor, staring sightlessly at the far wall, rocking, rocking. "He's alive. But the 'too late' still may apply." He stood and walked to the table. Dr. Edda Waldschmidt's body lay stiff on it. Radek Zelenka's fingerprints showed purple against the unnatural whiteness of her throat.