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stargateficrecRec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Category: Dark
Warning: Slash, character deaths mentioned (main pairing re-united at end)
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aesc
Author's Website:
Link: An Equation for Perfect Beauty
Why This Must Be Read:
This story is written with stunningly gorgeous language describing Rodney's descent into what many might consider madness. His genius bent to a master plan that will return to him that which has been lost, he considers no price too high to pay.
Excerpt:
In the darkness he memorizes John with his fingers, the shape of heat where John’s body presses close against his own. Mouth on his and lips, low, fierce words that twist into him as John’s fingers lace through his own – sweatslick, and they slip tightly together – and he rolls Rodney onto his back. The blankets tangle in Rodney’s legs, synthetic and unreal, but John is all suppleness and life.
All smooth length of bone and muscle, draped catlike across their bed. Rodney traces the line of John’s body – chest, how his abdomen curves shallowly inward to where John’s hip rises to a point, axis of his spine. He plots the contours of John’s back, shoulder blade, spine, flesh and tendon woven under skin that wears sweat and scars and wonder.
Rodney thinks in numbers. Poetry, music, the arch of John’s neck and shoulders, ratio, measure, and perfection. A laugh huffs across Rodney’s ear and he turns his face into it, into John’s mouth so they kiss again. John’s body is closer now, encouraging him open.
When John slides into him, they are more than infinity.
...
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Category: Dark
Warning: Slash, character deaths mentioned (main pairing re-united at end)
Author on LJ:
aescAuthor's Website:
Link: An Equation for Perfect Beauty
Why This Must Be Read:
This story is written with stunningly gorgeous language describing Rodney's descent into what many might consider madness. His genius bent to a master plan that will return to him that which has been lost, he considers no price too high to pay.
Excerpt:
In the darkness he memorizes John with his fingers, the shape of heat where John’s body presses close against his own. Mouth on his and lips, low, fierce words that twist into him as John’s fingers lace through his own – sweatslick, and they slip tightly together – and he rolls Rodney onto his back. The blankets tangle in Rodney’s legs, synthetic and unreal, but John is all suppleness and life.
All smooth length of bone and muscle, draped catlike across their bed. Rodney traces the line of John’s body – chest, how his abdomen curves shallowly inward to where John’s hip rises to a point, axis of his spine. He plots the contours of John’s back, shoulder blade, spine, flesh and tendon woven under skin that wears sweat and scars and wonder.
Rodney thinks in numbers. Poetry, music, the arch of John’s neck and shoulders, ratio, measure, and perfection. A laugh huffs across Rodney’s ear and he turns his face into it, into John’s mouth so they kiss again. John’s body is closer now, encouraging him open.
When John slides into him, they are more than infinity.
...
