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John
woke
several
hours
later,
and his
cock
immediately
responded
to
having
Rodney
so close
and so
naked.
He lay
there
for
several
minutes,
trying
to
ignore
his
aching
erection,
but
finally
he
decided
that as
Rodney's
top he
should
exert a
few
rights
over his
sub's
body,
and he
began to
fondle
Rodney
insistently.
He
reached
for the
lube on
the
nightstand,
and slid
his
fingers
into
Rodney's
anus.
Rodney
came to,
and made
a little
mumbling
sound in
the back
of his
throat.
"Too
sore
after
last
night?"
John
asked.
Rodney
glanced
at him
over his
shoulder.
"Mmm.
No," he
muttered,
and he
moved
one of
his legs
so John
had
better
access.
John
grinned.
One of
the
things
he was
starting
to
really
appreciate
about
his sub
was that
Rodney
never,
*ever*
said no
to sex.
He had a
sex
drive to
match
John's
and that
made
John's
cock
very
happy
indeed.
John
lubed
his rock
hard
cock,
and then
snubbed
it
gently
into
Rodney's
ass.
They
were
both
still
half-asleep,
and it
was lazy
morning
sex,
just
casual
little
thrusts.
After
the
frenzy
of the
previous
night
John
felt
they
needed
this. He
kissed
the back
of
Rodney's
neck as
he
rocked
into him
and
Rodney
sighed.
It was a
gentle,
relaxed
little
sex
session,
and John
came
inside
Rodney
and then
laid his
chin on
Rodney's
shoulder
and
sighed.
He was
aware
that
Rodney
hadn't
come,
and he'd
made no
effort
to bring
him to
climax.
Something
between
them had
deepened
after
last
night,
and John
felt it
was time
to
assert
more
dominance
in the
bedroom.
He'd
always
held
back
with his
subs
before,
never
done
more
than
play at
making
them
submit,
but with
Rodney
he felt
he
wanted
to go
much
further.
They
were
both on
a
journey
together,
and he
sensed
that
Rodney
would be
a
willing
partner,
prepared
to
explore
his
submission
in the
same way
that
John
wanted
to
explore
his
dominance.
"I don't
want you
to come
today,"
John
whispered
in his
ear.
Rodney
shivered
slightly.
"And I
want you
to keep
yourself
lubed
because
I might
want to
take you
at any
time,"
John
added,
caressing
Rodney's
naked
body
with his
fingers,
loving
the way
Rodney
trembled
beneath
his
touch.
"When I
want
you,
then I’m
just
gonna
bend you
over and
take
you. You
won’t
come
until I
say that
you
can."
"Okay,"
Rodney
whispered,
his
voice
hoarse,
and his
cock
hard and
hopeful.
John
grinned.
He'd
always
liked
the idea
of
keeping
a sub
shivering
on the
brink
before,
but had
never
had a
sub he'd
wanted
to take
to this
level.
Rodney
always
responded
so
beautifully
though –
it was
such a
turn on.
"I don't
want you
touching
your
cock
today
except
when you
use the
bathroom,"
John
continued,
purring
into
Rodney's
ear.
"Your
cock is
mine.
I'm the
only one
who gets
to touch
it. And
this
ass." He
squeezed
Rodney's
ass with
his
hands,
and
Rodney's
entire
body
seemed
to
ripple
with
pleasure.
"This
beautiful
ripe ass
is mine
too."
"Yeah..."
Rodney
gave a
little
whimper.
"Mine to
touch,
mine to
bite,
mine to
spank,"
John
whispered
in his
ear. He
knew
Rodney
liked
hearing
this
kind of
thing as
much as
he liked
saying
it.
"Mine to
fuck,"
he
added,
in a
low,
growly
tone,
and
Rodney
almost
went
into a
spasm at
that.
"That
whole
not
coming
thing
hasn't
started
yet,
right?"
Rodney
asked
hopefully.
John
snorted
and
pinched
his
buttock
firmly,
making
Rodney
squeal.
"What do
you
think?"
John
asked.
"I was
just
hoping,"
Rodney
sighed.
"If
you're
good
today
then I
might
let you
come
this
evening,"
John
said,
grinning.
Rodney
sighed
and
flung
his arms
open
wide.
"Just
kill me
now," he
lamented.
John
laughed
and
turned
Rodney
towards
him,
then
bestowed
a loving
kiss on
his
sub's
mouth.
"Stop
complaining
or I
might
not let
you come
all
week,"
he said,
and
Rodney's
blue
eyes
looked
so
stricken
by that
thought
that
John
couldn't
help
laughing
again.
They
took a
slow,
loving
shower,
with
John
inspecting
every
inch of
his
sub's
body for
any
damage
caused
by his
encounter
with the
shadow
creature
the
previous
day.
Rodney
seemed
unscathed,
although
John
decided
he was
still
going to
take his
sub
along to
Carson
for a
check-up
anyway.
They got
dressed
and
walked
along to
the
infirmary.
John
squared
his
shoulders
as they
got
close.
He
didn't
like
having
to say
he was
sorry
but his
behaviour
the
previous
day had
been
completely
insane,
and he
owed
Carson
an
apology.
The
doctor
looked
up
warily
as they
came in,
and eyed
them
both
cautiously.
"Carson,
I'm
sorry,"
John
said
quickly.
"I hope
I didn't
hurt you
yesterday?"
He saw
the
faintest
hint of
a bruise
on
Carson's
neck,
and
winced.
"Only a
little.
I was
worried
about
you
though,"
Carson
said,
glancing
at John
and then
at
Rodney,
and back
again.
"Rodney
told me
he’d
take
care of
you, and
I told
him to
call if
you
needed
any
medical
help. I
presume
that
wasn’t
necessary
as
neither
of you
called.
What was
going on
for you,
John?"
"He's my
top. I'm
his sub.
He got
freaked
out by
all the
touching
people
were
doing,"
Rodney
supplied
helpfully.
It
wasn't
quite
the way
John
would
have put
it, but
it was
pretty
close to
the
truth.
Carson
let out
a little
holler
of joy.
"So you
two
finally
got
together?
Thank
god! I
was
beginning
to
despair
of the
pair of
you!"
Rodney
frowned.
"Why? I
mean…you
don't
seem
very
surprised,
Carson."
"I'm
not!"
Carson
grinned.
"This
one here
has been
mooning
over you
for
months
for a
start,
and I
knew
you'd
fall
right
into his
arms if
you'd
just
wake up,
get your
head out
of your
own
arse,
and see
sense."
"Is that
right?
You've
been
mooning
over
me?"
Rodney
grinned
widely
at that,
glancing
sideways
at John.
"I
wouldn't
describe
it as
mooning
exactly,"
John
replied
defensively.
Rodney
giggled,
and John
couldn't
resist
putting
an arm
around
him and
pulling
him
close.
Rodney
came,
easily,
and John
felt
that
sensation
of
rightness
again.
He
pressed
a kiss
to
Rodney's
hair and
then
smiled
at
Carson,
who was
beaming
at them
both
like an
enchanted
matchmaker,
delighted
with his
own
handiwork.
"So I'm
sorry,
Carson.
You've
been a
good
friend
to us
and what
I did
yesterday
was
wrong,"
John
said.
"No
problem.
I'm just
delighted
you two
are
finally
an
item."
"I'm
bringing
Rodney
along
for that
check-up
he
should
have had
yesterday,"
John
said.
"He says
he's
fine but
I want
an
expert
opinion."
Rodney
snorted.
"If one
can
actually
be an
expert
in
voodoo,"
he
muttered.
"Be
nice,
laddie,
or I
might
complain
to your
top
about
you,"
Carson
told
him. "I
hear
that a
good
strapping
can work
wonders
on a
smart
mouth
like
yours."
"Ha."
Rodney
made a
face but
clearly
didn't
feel
confident
in
pursuing
that
line of
conversation.
"Okay –
John, I
need to
take
some
blood,
and
listen
to
Rodney's
heart
among
other
things,"
Carson
said.
"Is that
okay,
and
would
you like
to be
present?"
"Yes,
and
yes."
John
smiled,
relaxing.
It was
never
easy
watching
anyone
touch
Rodney,
but he
trusted
Carson
and now
he'd
given
his
permission
it felt
much
easier.
Carson
smiled
back at
him and
waved
Rodney
behind a
curtained
bed.
John
joined
them
there,
and
watched
as
Carson
went
about
his
work.
"I
suppose
you're
going to
want to
visit
Hicks
while
we're
here,"
Rodney
muttered.
John
gave him
a
sideways
glance,
sure
that
he'd
detected
a note
of
jealousy
in
Rodney's
voice.
"I do,
yes.
How's he
doing,
Carson?"
John
asked.
"He'll
be fine
– we'll
keep him
here for
a few
days.
We're
giving
him
something
to help
the
swelling
go down.
His
skin's a
bit
puffy
and
painful.
Right.
I'm done
with
you,
Rodney.
Now –
John,
your
turn."
"Me? I'm
fine,"
John
protested.
"And
yesterday
you
sustained
a head
wound
and a
mild
concussion,"
Carson
said.
"Remember?"
"To be
honest
I'd
forgotten,"
John
grinned,
shaking
his
head. "A
lot has
happened
since
then,
doc."
"Well, I
haven't
forgotten,"
Carson
told him
firmly.
"So
let's
have a
look."
Carson
took his
time,
doing
his
usual
thorough
job, and
John
noticed
that the
doctor
was
making
more
notes
than
usual,
frowning
as he
did so.
He also
ran more
tests
than
John
thought
was
strictly
necessary.
"Is
there a
problem,
doc?" he
asked,
puzzled,
when
Carson
was
done.
"Not a
problem
as such,
no,"
Carson
said
slowly,
examining
his
notes
and then
fishing
out some
old
notes
and
comparing
them.
John
rested
his hand
on
Rodney's
shoulder
and
Rodney
glanced
at him,
a
questioning
look in
his
eyes.
"To be
honest,
I'm a
bit
surprised,"
Carson
said.
"That
head
wound
wasn't
bad, but
it
wasn't
negligible,
either,
John,
and yet
today…it's
almost
completely
healed.
There's
also
very
little
trace of
that
burn on
your
hand and
arm – no
swelling,
nothing
beyond a
bit of
mild
tanning
in fact.
And
Rodney –
now, not
only
does he
appear
to be
completely
unscathed
after
his
encounter
with
that
shadow
creature
yesterday,
but his
blood
pressure
is much
improved
on the
last
reading
I took.
In fact,
he's
usually
borderline
hypertensive
and yet
now…his
readings
are at
the
upper
end of
normal."
"Well
that all
sounds
good,
not
bad,"
Rodney
commented.
"It is –
but it's
also
unusual,
and I
don't
like
mysteries,
especially
medical
mysteries,"
Carson
muttered.
"So what
do you
think is
happening?"
John
asked.
"Well…"
Carson
glanced
at the
notes,
and then
back at
them.
"I'm not
sure how
you're
going to
take
this,
but it
looks to
me very
much as
if you
two have
formed
the
beginnings
of a
lifebond."
"What?"
John
froze,
remembering
his
fathers.
He'd
spent
the past
eighteen
years
distrusting
the
whole
idea of
lifebonds,
so this
was a
shock.
"Well,
we could
just put
it down
to the
restorative
faculties
of
having
copious
amounts
of very
good
sex,"
Carson
grinned.
"Which
you two
obviously
are –
but the
results
are more
marked
than
that."
"What
does it
mean?"
Rodney
asked
quietly.
"I mean,
you said
the
beginnings
of a
lifebond?
I take
it that
we
haven't
somehow
bonded
without
knowing
it?"
"No.
That's
not
possible.
If you
were
lifebonded
you'd
definitely
know
about
it. And
if you
decide
you want
to
lifebond
then I
think
you'll
find it
easy
enough
but it
has to
be a
conscious
decision,
and
you'll
need to
go
through
a
certain
mental
and
emotional
process
to
complete
it – it
can't
happen
by
accident,"
Carson
said
firmly.
"You
have to
mean it,
and you
have to
want it.
However,
I have
read
about
instances
where a
bond has
started
to form
spontaneously
– and
that
seems to
be
what's
happened
to you.
It's not
a
problem,
and it's
nothing
to worry
about.
In fact
it's a
good
thing –
as your
current
glowing
state of
health
testifies."
John
stole a
cautious
glance
at
Rodney,
wondering
how his
sub was
taking
this
news –
it was
certainly
more
than
either
of them
had
bargained
for.
Rodney
didn't
seem
particularly
bothered
though –
in fact
he had a
cheerful
expression
on his
face and
a lively
curiosity
on the
subject.
"I've
never
really
taken
much
interest
in
lifebonds
before,"
Rodney
mused.
"I
always
thought
they
were a
bit
freaky
to be
honest.
I had no
idea it
was even
possible
for
people
to have
the
beginnings
of a
lifebond.
I
thought
you
needed
training
and a
big
ritual
and
years of
meditation
and
Shinzoic
sex to
reach
that
level."
John
gave a
little
snort at
that.
Rodney
glanced
up at
him.
"What?"
"Sorry –
just the
thought
of you
having
Shinzoic
sex,"
John
grinned.
"You'd
never be
able to
keep
quiet
enough."
Shinzoin
was a
particularly
pure
form of
dominant
and
submissive
sex,
where
the two
participants
took
their
roles as
top and
sub to
almost
spiritual
levels.
They
entered
into a
headspace
where
they
were
completely
attuned
to each
other,
the sub
willing
to
surrender
every
single
aspect
of
themselves
to their
top,
finding
an
inner,
peaceful,
silent
subspace.
It was
equally
challenging
for the
top who
had to
fully
inhabit
their
own
topspace,
coming
to view
their
sub as
an
extension
of their
own
will,
utterly
in step
with
them, as
completely
under
their
control
as one
of their
own
limbs.
Some
people
had
likened
it to a
kind of
choreography,
whereby
a couple
had an
almost
telepathic
link.
John had
seen
some
Shinzoic
couples
– they
did look
very
zoned
out and
at one
with
each
other,
and
there
was a
kind of
strength
and
peace in
that,
but John
didn't
have a
whole
lot of
time for
the
pursuit
of that
kind of
perfection.
"I
could!"
Rodney
protested.
"I'm a
genius.
I can do
anything
I put my
mind
to."
"Well,
okay,"
John
said, in
a
frankly
disbelieving
tone,
trying
to
imagine
restless,
talkative,
irascible
Rodney
as a
quiet,
obedient,
peaceful
Shinzoic
devotee,
and
failing
completely.
"Getting
back to
your
point,
Rodney,"
Carson
said,
"the
medical
profession
still
isn't
entirely
sure how
the
lifebond
works,
but it
seems to
be the
flow of
kaeira
along
the bond
that
helps in
the
healing
process.
Now,
kaeira
is a bit
like
other
healing
energies,
such as
Reiki,
but it
has a
far more
dramatic
effect
when
flowing
along a
lifebond
than
Reiki
has."
"You're
making
even
less
sense
than
usual,
Carson,"
Rodney
told
him. "I
always
thought
all that
stuff
was so
much
mumbo-jumbo.
Kaeira,
Reiki…."
He shook
his
head.
"Well
they're
hard to
medically
quantify
but we
know
they
exist,"
Carson
said.
"I've
got some
medical
papers
on them
if you'd
like to
read
them."
"I'm
sure
they'll
be
riddled
with
errors
and
inaccuracies,
and I'm
bound to
regret
this,
but
okay. If
this
thing is
happening
to me I
want to
know
about
it,"
Rodney
said,
making a
face.
"Pop
into my
office
next
door and
ask
Nurse
Morelli
for them
– he
knows
where
they're
filed,"
Carson
told
him.
Rodney
bounced
happily
off the
bed and
disappeared.
"So, you
two
finally
got
together,"
Carson
said,
giving
John a
speculative
glance.
"And as
you're
both
looking
so
relaxed
and
healthy,
I'm
guessing
it's
going
pretty
well?"
"Fantastic,"
John
grinned.
"Although…I'm
still
having
trouble
controlling
my
emotions,
Carson.
I've
never
felt
like
this
before
and it's
pretty
confusing.
What I
did to
you
yesterday…."
He
sighed
and
shook
his
head.
"Well, I
really
am
sorry. I
was out
of
control."
"And how
does
Rodney
feel
about
that?"
Carson
asked.
"You
didn't
hurt
him?" he
added
anxiously.
"What?
No!"
John
shook
his head
vehemently.
"To be
honest
he's the
one
person I
know I
*couldn't*
hurt
when I
feel
like I
did
yesterday.
Even
when it
feels
that
dark
inside,
one word
from him
and I'd
pull
back –
but it's
kind of
easier
if it
can take
its
course –
if I can
let it
out,
with
him,
safely,
just the
two of
us. And
he
handled
it
amazingly
well –
I'm
still a
bit
surprised
about
that. He
seems to
kind of
have a
feel for
me."
"Well,
the fact
you've
formed a
spontaneous
pre-lifebond
is an
indication
of how
compatible
you
are,"
Carson
said.
"Some
people
strive
to bond
for
years
and
never
manage
it, and
you two
have
been
together
for five
minutes
and
you've
already
got the
makings
of a
strong
bond,
whether
you
choose
to
complete
it or
not. As
for the
emotional
side of
things –
I hate
to say
this
because
I can
see
you're
something
of a
sceptic,
but you
might
like to
take a
look at
the
Shinzoin
principles.
They
might
help you
get that
under
control.
Also, to
avoid
misunderstandings
like
yesterday,
you
should
consider
putting
a collar
on
Rodney.
Nobody
would
touch
him
without
your
permission
if he
was
collared."
"I'm
working
on it,"
John
sighed.
"Trust
me,
nothing
would
please
me more.
But…I
freaked
him out
by
asking
him to
move in
with me,
and
after
that
whole
thing
with
Bates
and his
training
collar…well,
I don't
want to
scare
him off
completely."
"I doubt
you
would. I
think
Rodney
is the
kind of
sub
who'd
love the
security
of
wearing
a
collar,"
Carson
told him
in a
serious
tone of
voice.
John
remembered
something
Rodney
had said
to
Bates,
about
how he
viewed
the act
of
collaring
as one
of love,
and how
he'd
always
kind of
hoped
for it
to be a
romantic
moment.
"And now
you two
are
'out'
with
your
relationship
– well,
there's
nothing
stopping
you,"
Carson
said,
patting
his arm.
"Well,
we're
'out' to
you –
I'm not
sure how
Rodney
feels
about
being
out to
anyone
else
just
yet,"
John
replied.
"We
still
need to
have
that
conversation."
Rodney
returned,
clutching
a disk,
and John
reached
out and
put his
hand on
Rodney's
shoulder.
If he
was
quiet,
and
concentrated
hard, he
could
feel
that
warm,
sweet
energy
flowing
between
them,
always
in the
background,
just out
of
focus.
He
realised
how
fragile
the
fledging
lifebond
was –
yesterday,
when
he'd
been
unable
to touch
Rodney,
their
link had
felt
blocked,
and John
had
missed
it
without
even
knowing
it, the
loss
gnawing
at him
from the
inside,
making
him
irritable
and
unhappy.
Then
when
they'd
been
making
love
last
night,
it had
come
back,
stronger
than
ever. He
guessed
that
their
bond
depended
on them
touching
and
tasting
each
other
frequently,
and on
regular
love-making.
They
left the
curtained-off
cubicle,
and
Carson
led them
over to
the
other
side of
the
infirmary
where
Hicks
was
being
cared
for.
John
felt
Rodney
stiffen
as they
approached,
and he
realised
why when
he saw
Bates
standing
beside
Hicks's
bed.
John put
his hand
back on
Rodney's
shoulder,
and
squeezed,
feeling
his own
hackles
rise.
He was
surprised
to see
Bates
here –
he knew
that he
and
Hicks
had been
friends,
but that
had been
before
he'd
given
Hicks
Bates's
job. He
had
thought
that
Bates
might be
vindictive
enough
to turn
against
Hicks
for
that,
but
maybe he
had
misjudged
the man,
because
Bates
was
standing
close,
talking
to
Hicks,
and
Hicks
was
nodding
and
smiling.
Something
about
the
little
tableau
made
John
feel
uneasy,
but he
wasn't
sure
what.
Bates
looked
up and
saw them
coming
over,
and his
expression
darkened.
John
felt
Rodney
tense
even
more
beside
him, and
he
squeezed
harder.
Carson
was
right –
Rodney
needed a
collar,
and John
wanted
nothing
more
than to
put one
around
his
neck, to
proclaim
to the
world
that
Rodney
was his,
and
nobody
had
better
touch
him.
"Morning
Sergeant
Hicks,"
John
said.
Hicks
gazed up
at him
in
surprise.
"You
came to
visit
me,
sir?" he
said,
sounding
pathetically
pleased.
"Of
course.
I wanted
to see
how you
were
doing,"
John
replied.
Hicks's
normally
pale
skin was
puffy
and
swollen,
but it
didn't
look any
worse
than
very bad
sunburn,
and
Carson's
team
clearly
had the
condition
under
control.
"I'm
fine,
sir.
I'll be
back at
work by
the end
of the
week,"
Hicks
said
eagerly.
"We'll
see
about
that,
laddie,"
Carson
said,
with a
fond
smile.
"Next
week
maybe."
"Take
your
time,
Sergeant,"
Rodney
said
cheerfully.
"I
mean…no
need to
rush.
Nobody's
missing
you or
anything."
He cast
a
sideways
glance
at John
and John
smothered
a grin.
Oh yeah,
Rodney
was
*definitely*
jealous,
and that
gave him
hope.
A collar
wouldn't
just
keep
other
tops
away
from
Rodney –
it would
also
proclaim
to
anyone
who was
interested
that
John had
taken a
sub and
so that
position
was no
longer
vacant.
Of
course a
top
could
take
more
than one
sub, but
that
wasn't
John's
style -
and
somehow
John
doubted
that
many
subs
would
risk
upsetting
the
irascible
Dr McKay
by
making a
move on
him.
Rodney
did
pretty
much
control
the city
after
all, and
nobody
would
want to
be
condemned
to a
lifetime
of cold
showers
for
daring
to make
a pass
at
Rodney's
top.
John
chatted
to Hicks
for a
few
minutes
but not
for too
long
because
he could
tell
that
Rodney
wasn't
comfortable
standing
so close
to
Bates.
John
didn't
blame
him – he
didn't
feel
very
comfortable
with it
himself.
Bates
just
stood
there,
glowering
at them
both,
his gaze
fixed on
the hand
John had
on
Rodney's
shoulder,
clearly
considering
what
that
might
mean.
Occasionally
his gaze
flickered
up to
Rodney's
neck,
and John
knew
that he
was
looking
for a
collar.
Rodney
was
wearing
his lab
coat
though,
and the
lapels
partially
obscured
his
neck,
making
it
difficult
to see
what he
might be
wearing
there.
John was
pleased
Hicks
was okay
and he
left the
infirmary
with
Rodney,
his hand
still on
Rodney's
shoulder,
making
the most
of their
last few
minutes
together
before
they
left for
their
respective
jobs.
"You
didn't
waste
your
time," a
voice
rang out
behind
them in
the
hallway.
Rodney
froze,
and John
turned,
slowly
and
deliberately.
Bates
was
standing
there,
fists
clenched
tight by
his
side,
glaring
at them
both.
"Excuse
me,
Corporal
- did
you have
something
to say
to me?"
John
asked.
Rodney
moved a
step
closer
to him,
so that
their
hips
were
touching,
and the
link
between
them
thrummed,
tautly,
as if
responding
to their
heightened
sense of
danger.
"I'm
just
thinking
how
unfair
it is.
You only
warned
me off
McKay
because
you
wanted
him for
yourself,"
Bates
spat.
"You
pulled
rank on
me in
order to
get your
hands on
*my*
sub."
"I was
never
your
goddamn
sub you
stupid
pinhead!"
Rodney
snapped.
"When
will you
*ever*
get that
into
that
pint
sized
brain of
yours?"
"You
were
mine.
You were
*this*
close to
being
mine,"
Bates
growled,
holding
up his
thumb
and
forefinger.
"He
turned
you
down.
Accept
it,
Corporal,"
John
said
firmly.
"And now
he's
mine."
"Is he?
I don't
see a
collar
on him,"
Bates
said,
with a
grim
little
smile.
"Seems
to me
like
he's
still
fair
game."
Rodney
made a
tiny
little
sound at
the back
of his
throat,
and John
had to
put a
warning
hand on
his
sub's
arm to
stop him
throwing
himself
at the
other
man. His
own
anger
was
simmering
just
beneath
the
surface,
but he
knew
that
Bates
was
taunting
them,
and
refused
to rise
to the
challenge.
"Listen
to me,
you
nasty
little
punk,"
Rodney
said, in
a low,
furious
voice.
"He's my
top, I'm
his sub,
and I
will
never,
ever
belong
to you.
As for a
collar –
if he
ever
wants to
put one
on me
then
I'll
wear it
with
pride –
unlike
that
nasty
choke
chain
you
wanted
to put
around
my
throat.
Now back
off,
because
I've
seen him
when he
gets
jealous,
and
trust
me, you
don't
want to
be on
the
receiving
end of
an angry
John
Sheppard
again."
Bates
gave
another
twisted
little
smile.
"Getting
your
submissive
to fight
your
battles
for you,
Colonel?"
he
taunted.
John
burst
out
laughing
– which
visibly
punctured
Bates's
unpleasant
little
bubble.
"He's
doing a
pretty
good job
of it,"
he
replied
with a
shrug.
"Mess
with him
and you
mess
with
both of
us,
Bates.
Now,
Rodney's
made his
choice.
Accept
it, and
move on
with
your
life
because
if you
ever lay
a finger
on him,
ever
again,
then I
promise
you I'll
kill you
with my
bare
hands."
John
didn't
raise
his
voice as
he said
that,
but he
left
nobody
in that
hallway
in any
doubt
that he
meant
it. He
put his
hand
back on
Rodney's
shoulder,
and they
both
turned
and
walked
away,
leaving
Bates
behind.
John
felt a
little
glow of
happiness
as they
walked.
Rodney
had said
that
he'd be
proud to
wear his
collar!
John let
his
finger
slide
gently
up and
down
Rodney's
neck as
they
walked,
thinking
how good
it would
be to
see his
collar
resting
there,
proclaiming
Rodney
as his
for all
the
world to
see.
They got
into the
transporter
– the
lab was
the
first
stop,
and when
they got
there,
Rodney
made to
leave
but John
reached
out,
pulled
him
back,
pinned
him
against
the wall
of the
transporter
and
kissed
him
hard.
Rodney
sighed,
and
melted
against
him –
John
loved
the way
his sub
did that
– it
aroused
him so
much. He
wished
they
didn't
have to
work, as
he'd
like
nothing
more
than to
push
Rodney
to his
knees
and be
on the
receiving
end of
another
of his
truly
spectacular
blow
jobs,
but they
were
late as
it was
so he
had to
be
satisfied
with a
kiss. He
made it
a damn
good one
though,
and when
he
finally
released
Rodney
his sub
blinked
at him,
looking
a little
dazed.
"Okay…so…that's
really
put me
in the
mood to
work,"
Rodney
grumbled,
grinning
anyway.
"I know
how
engrossed
you can
get. I
just
wanted
to make
sure
that
some
little
corner
of your
mind
remembers
me while
you're
busy
blowing
stuff up
in the
lab,"
John
told
him.
"Contrary
to what
you may
think,
most of
what I
do does
not
involve
blowing
stuff
up,"
Rodney
retorted.
"Yeah.
Whatever."
John
placed a
hand on
Rodney's
butt.
"Just
remember
that
your ass
is mine
–
whenever
I want
it." He
squeezed,
and then
opened
the door
and
pushed
Rodney
out.
Rodney
stood
there
for a
moment,
gazing
down at
the
front of
his
pants
forlornly.
"And the
whole
not
touching
myself/not
coming
thing?"
he
asked,
blue
eyes
looking
adorably
hopeful.
"Still a
rule,"
John
grinned,
closing
the door
to the
sweet
sound of
Rodney's
sigh of
protest.
~*~
Rodney
hummed
to
himself
all
morning
as he
went
about
his
work. He
brought
in
donuts
and
coffee
for his
team
again,
and was
in a
thoroughly
good
mood.
Yesterday
had been
tough,
but
today
was
going to
be good.
He could
feel it.
In fact,
he
really
*could*
feel it.
His ass
ached
pleasantly
whenever
he sat
down,
and
sometimes,
when he
was
least
expecting
it, he
had a
momentary
little
flashback
to the
events
of the
previous
night.
An
out-of-control
John had
been
edgy,
but
exciting,
and
Rodney
had felt
he
understood
his top
on an
almost
intuitive
level.
John's
moods
were
complex,
and
occasionally
dark,
but now
Rodney
felt
less
like the
novice
in their
relationship.
John
might
have a
better
handle
on their
relationship
generally,
but he
also had
this odd
vulnerability,
and
Rodney
liked
him all
the
better
for it.
Rodney
sighed,
feeling
absurdly
at peace
with the
world.
He was
doing a
job he
adored,
was in
love
with a
man he
adored,
and
having
the most
amazing
sex of
his
life,
and
generally
speaking
he
didn't
think
things
could
get much
better.
It was
astonishing
how much
his life
had
changed
since
coming
to
Atlantis.
He
winced
when he
remembered
what a
completely
fucked-up
person
he'd
been
just a
few
short
months
ago.
Rodney
sat down
at his
work
station
and
smiled
to
himself
as he
felt the
pressure
on his
well-fucked
ass. His
cock
hardened
a
little,
hopefully,
and he
sighed.
John had
been
very
clear in
his
instructions
this
morning,
and
Rodney
was not,
despite
what
other
people
might
think,
the kind
of sub
who
disobeyed
an order
from a
top he
loved
and
respected.
He could
go to
the
men's
room and
masturbate,
but he
didn't
want to.
He liked
giving
John
this
amount
of
control
over his
body. It
turned
him on
knowing
that
John had
ordered
him not
to touch
his own
cock. It
kept him
on edge,
and he
knew
that
when
John did
finally
allow
him to
come,
that it
would be
spectacular.
Rodney
radioed
John
around
lunchtime
but
found,
much to
his
annoyance,
that his
lover
had been
called
over to
the
mainland,
so he
grabbed
a
sandwich,
feeling
his
happy
mood
dissipate
somewhat.
A couple
of hours
later he
got a
call
asking
him to
go and
take a
look at
puddle
jumper
one and
he set
off
grumpily.
He hated
being
interrupted
in his
work,
and the
puddle
jumpers
weren't
exactly
a
priority
for him.
"What am
I – a
mechanic?"
he
grumbled
to
himself.
"It's
always
McKay
fix
this,
McKay
fix
that.
McKay,
my
computer
isn't
working.
McKay,
one of
the
puddlejumpers
needs a
new
sealing
joint.
Blah,
blah,
blah."
He
reached
the
puddle
jumper,
clutching
a box of
tools in
his
hand,
and
slammed
his hand
on the
door
mechanism.
The
jumper
opened
and
Rodney
stepped
inside,
still
grumbling
to
himself.
"The
city
could be
about to
explode
and
there'd
still be
some
idiot
somewhere
asking
me to go
fix the
damn
coffee
machine,"
he
muttered.
The door
shut
behind
him and
he put
his
toolbox
down on
one of
the
bunks.
"Talking
to
yourself?"
a voice
behind
him
said,
and he
jumped,
and then
felt a
familiar
fizz of
arousal
zoom
through
his body
as two
arms
slid
around
him. "I
just got
back
from the
mainland,
and all
I could
think
about on
the
journey
home was
your
ass,"
John
whispered
in his
ear. "I
want you
to bend
over the
flight
console
so I can
take
you."
Rodney
swallowed
down,
hard.
There
was
something
so
incredibly
sexy
about
just
being
available
for his
top,
whenever
John
wanted
to take
him. He
was
turned
on as
all
hell,
but at
the same
time,
knowing
he
wasn't
allowed
to come
made the
event
even
more
meaningful.
He
wanted
to come,
because
just
hearing
his top
speaking
in that
low,
sexy
growl
made him
hard.
But at
the same
time,
knowing
he
couldn't
come
meant
that his
body
really
was his
top's
plaything,
for John
to enjoy
whenever
he
wanted,
and that
turned
Rodney
on even
more.
He
hurried
over to
the
console,
and
quickly
unbuttoned
his
pants
and
pulled
them
down to
his
ankles,
then
bent
over the
console,
leaning
forward
and
holding
on. It
felt
weird to
be
standing
like
this,
ass
exposed,
waiting
for his
top to
fuck
him, but
also
damn
sexy.
They
were in
a puddle
jumper
for
god's
sake! He
felt
waylaid,
surprised,
and that
was a
good
feeling.
John
flicked
a couple
of
switches,
locking
the
hatch
and
activating
the
cloak,
and
Rodney
heaved a
sigh of
relief.
The last
thing he
wanted
was for
Radek's
inquisitive
face to
come
peering
through
the
window
to see
him in
this
utterly
compromising
position.
He felt
John
come up
behind
him, and
then his
top
began
running
his
hands
over
Rodney's
upturned
ass, and
Rodney
sighed,
feeling
that
buzz he
always
felt
when
John
touched
his
naked
skin.
"You
feel
good.
Nice and
hot and
ready
for me,"
John
whispered.
"Open
your
legs
wider
for me,
Rodney.
Wider.
That's
good.
Did you
remember
to keep
yourself
lubed
for me?"
Rodney
gave a
little
gasp as
a finger
slid,
unexpectedly,
into his
ass. "Oh
yeah.
That's
real
good."
John
purred.
He
leaned
forward
and
deposited
a kiss
on the
back of
Rodney's
neck,
making
Rodney
shiver.
"Who do
you
belong
to,
Rodney?"
John
asked,
sliding
his
finger
insistently
in and
out of
Rodney's
anus.
Rodney
closed
his
eyes.
"You,"
he
whispered,
turned
on
beyond
belief.
Damn
this was
hot!
John was
so
completely
compelling
and
commanding,
and
Rodney
had
never
felt
more
submissive
in his
life. He
had
never
done
more
than toy
with his
own
submission
before,
enjoying
it
insofar
as he
got off,
but
never
giving
any more
of
himself
than he
had to.
He'd
never
have
been
able to
do this
for
another
top, to
offer
himself
up for
sex
without
expecting
to be
able to
come
himself,
at least
at some
point
during
the
proceedings,
even if
he had
to hold
it.
Hell,
he'd
have
told
another
top
where to
go for
even
suggesting
it, but
with
John it
felt so
arousing
that his
entire
body
quivered
with
sensation.
He'd
read a
lot
about
the
submissive
headspace
– it was
hard to
avoid
articles
yammering
on about
it as if
it was
an
elusive
holy
grail
requiring
some
special
knowledge
to
reach.
Rodney
had
never
given it
a whole
lot of
thought
before.
If he
came,
then sex
was
good. If
he
didn't
then he
was
pissed
off.
This was
different
though.
There
was
pleasure
to be
had
simply
in the
situation
itself.
There
was
pleasure
to be
had also
in the
evident
pleasure
John got
from
taking
him.
Rodney
sighed,
and laid
his head
down on
the
console,
opening
his legs
up as
wide as
possible,
relaxing
his
internal
muscles
so John
could
enter
him more
easily.
This
felt
incredible!
"Oh
that's
good.
You're
so
good,"
John
murmured
to him,
his
hands
stroking
Rodney's
bottom
insistently.
"I'm
going to
take you
now,
take you
so
hard…."
Rodney
felt his
buttocks
being
spread
even
further,
and then
the now
familiar
feel of
John's
hard
cock
nudging
at his
anus.
There
was
always a
moment
of
burning
as the
ring of
muscle
was
breached,
but then
came
that
entirely
pleasurable
sensation
of
John's
large,
powerful
cock
filling
him to
the
hilt.
Rodney
clung
onto the
console
as John
slid
into
him,
keeping
him
nailed
into
position.
Rodney
heard
his top
give a
little
hiss of
pleasure
as he
lodged
himself
fully
inside
him, and
then
John's
fingers
slid
under
his tee
shirt
and
tweaked
his
nipples.
Rodney
gave a
startled
little
squawk
and John
hushed
him, his
breath
tickling
Rodney's
ear.
"Mmm,
that's
it, take
me…"
John
purred,
moving
his hips
back and
forth.
Rodney
started
to pant
as that
large
cock
filled
him,
thrusting
deep
inside
him with
every
movement
of
John's
hips. It
had only
been a
few days
since
Rodney
had
first
allowed
John
inside
his body
but it
felt
like a
lifetime.
This was
how it
*should*
be,
Rodney
thought
to
himself.
John's
cock
felt so
right
inside
him.
Their
bodies
fitted
together
so
perfectly.
He would
never
have
imagined
even a
week ago
that
this
could
feel so
good.
His anus
had
stretched
to
accommodate
John's
size,
and
while it
sometimes
felt a
little
sore
from
such
frequent
use, the
sense of
pleasure
he got
from
taking
John
into his
body in
this way
more
than
made up
of for
it.
"Damn
you're
good…so
tight…"
John was
saying,
and
Rodney
mewled
with
pleasure,
arching
his back
as John
started
pounding
into him
in
earnest.
Rodney's
cock was
hard and
weeping
but he
held
back his
own
orgasm,
forcing
himself
not to
give in
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