Taking (series) (by ladycat) (E)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: BDSM
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Rodney McKay/OCs
Categories: M/M, M/F
Words: ~15,600 together
Warnings: the author chose not to warn, but I don't think any archive warnings apply
Author on DW:ladycat
Author's Website: Ladycat on AO3 (co-written with yin_again)
Link: Take and Taken on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is set during their time back on Earth in The Return. Rodney's a dom and John, having accidentally discovered Rodney's predilections, wants to be his sub but has repressed all that in Atlantis due to their roles there. Now Rodney invites John down to his place in the desert and makes John confront what he really wants and needs. It's extremely hot and psychologically interesting, and ends hopefully.
Rodney eats some of his own then looks across the table. "Do you even know why you're here?" he asks.
John freezes for just a second before turning on a lazy grin that's probably incredibly charming when used on someone who's not Rodney McKay. "Dinner?" he asks, artless and innocent. He takes a bite, actually chewing and swallowing. "It's good. I didn't know you could cook."
"In small, limited quantities, yes, I sometimes get the urge. And no, John. You're not."
The fingers curled around John's fork tighten, skin spreading with white before he relaxes again. Is it the use of his name? The way Rodney spoke, rolling and firm and with a hint of something else? Whatever it is, two pink spots are starting to burn underneath the wash of stubble that never entirely shaves off. "I'm not?"
"I'm going to make you say it," Rodney says, and his voice is smooth and quiet. He eats another couple of bites of pasta. "I know it was you."
And, oh, John's good. That innocent face, so blank and pretty. It's probably worked on a dozen Cos who'd have just as soon killed him as looked at him. It does not work on Rodney.
"In the city." He still can't bring himself to say 'Atlantis.' It hurts too much - it brings too much to the surface.
"Well, yeah," John says, toying with his fork. "I saw you every day."
Rodney looks at him. "And you saw me several nights."
"Sure - the game and team nights and stuff." John can't hold Rodney's blistering gaze, he looks down again.
Rodney pushes his plate away and leans forward. "Say it, John. Tell me what you saw."
Rec Category: BDSM
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Rodney McKay/OCs
Categories: M/M, M/F
Words: ~15,600 together
Warnings: the author chose not to warn, but I don't think any archive warnings apply
Author on DW:
ladycat Author's Website: Ladycat on AO3 (co-written with yin_again)
Link: Take and Taken on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is set during their time back on Earth in The Return. Rodney's a dom and John, having accidentally discovered Rodney's predilections, wants to be his sub but has repressed all that in Atlantis due to their roles there. Now Rodney invites John down to his place in the desert and makes John confront what he really wants and needs. It's extremely hot and psychologically interesting, and ends hopefully.
Rodney eats some of his own then looks across the table. "Do you even know why you're here?" he asks.
John freezes for just a second before turning on a lazy grin that's probably incredibly charming when used on someone who's not Rodney McKay. "Dinner?" he asks, artless and innocent. He takes a bite, actually chewing and swallowing. "It's good. I didn't know you could cook."
"In small, limited quantities, yes, I sometimes get the urge. And no, John. You're not."
The fingers curled around John's fork tighten, skin spreading with white before he relaxes again. Is it the use of his name? The way Rodney spoke, rolling and firm and with a hint of something else? Whatever it is, two pink spots are starting to burn underneath the wash of stubble that never entirely shaves off. "I'm not?"
"I'm going to make you say it," Rodney says, and his voice is smooth and quiet. He eats another couple of bites of pasta. "I know it was you."
And, oh, John's good. That innocent face, so blank and pretty. It's probably worked on a dozen Cos who'd have just as soon killed him as looked at him. It does not work on Rodney.
"In the city." He still can't bring himself to say 'Atlantis.' It hurts too much - it brings too much to the surface.
"Well, yeah," John says, toying with his fork. "I saw you every day."
Rodney looks at him. "And you saw me several nights."
"Sure - the game and team nights and stuff." John can't hold Rodney's blistering gaze, he looks down again.
Rodney pushes his plate away and leans forward. "Say it, John. Tell me what you saw."
