Red Silks (by eliade) (E)
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stargateficrecShows: SGA
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Categories: M/M
Words: 3111
Content Notes: Aliens yet again make them do it, Rodney's drugged with an aphrodisiac, John's restrained, dubious consent
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: eliade's SGA fic on LJ, and old website on Wayback (SG1, other fandoms)
Link: Red Silks on LJ, and backup on Wayback
Why This Must Be Read: This a delicious, very tropey AMTDI/Aphrodisiac fic, where the aliens have decided Rodney needs to have his way with John for trade relations, so they've drugged Rodney and tied John down in a lush bedroom. Yes, it's non-con or at least dub-con, but as they both want each other it's in the usual PWP tradition. Eliade is a gorgeous writer and the story's deliciously erotic, sensual, and super hot. Rodney, stoned and vaguely accusatory, edges John mercilessly, and John's turned on but increasingly frustrated POV is highly amusing. A classic romp in the genre.
"Oh crap," John groaned, letting his head fall back. "Please tell me they didn't slip you a mickey."
"Nice room." Rodney circled the bed, examining the walls, maybe counting the candles, while John lay on the bed with his eyes closed and counted to ten, trying to remember the Ancient equivalents. It occurred to him that he was battling the universe and the universe was winning, a thought that made him feel almost resigned to events.
"Could you untie me?" John said in his mildest, politest voice when he'd reached ten.
"Oh, sure." But Rodney didn't immediately appear in John's range of vision. He could hear Rodney moving somewhere behind him, picking things up and putting them down. Finally he rounded the bed and looked down at John. His expression was absent, as if his mind was back in the Milky Way. "Wait. I just remembered. I'm supposed to not untie you."
"No," John said evenly. "You're supposed to untie me."
Rodney cocked his head and smiled like a happy spaniel. "I don't think so. And you know how I'm right about things."
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Categories: M/M
Words: 3111
Content Notes: Aliens yet again make them do it, Rodney's drugged with an aphrodisiac, John's restrained, dubious consent
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: eliade's SGA fic on LJ, and old website on Wayback (SG1, other fandoms)
Link: Red Silks on LJ, and backup on Wayback
Why This Must Be Read: This a delicious, very tropey AMTDI/Aphrodisiac fic, where the aliens have decided Rodney needs to have his way with John for trade relations, so they've drugged Rodney and tied John down in a lush bedroom. Yes, it's non-con or at least dub-con, but as they both want each other it's in the usual PWP tradition. Eliade is a gorgeous writer and the story's deliciously erotic, sensual, and super hot. Rodney, stoned and vaguely accusatory, edges John mercilessly, and John's turned on but increasingly frustrated POV is highly amusing. A classic romp in the genre.
"Oh crap," John groaned, letting his head fall back. "Please tell me they didn't slip you a mickey."
"Nice room." Rodney circled the bed, examining the walls, maybe counting the candles, while John lay on the bed with his eyes closed and counted to ten, trying to remember the Ancient equivalents. It occurred to him that he was battling the universe and the universe was winning, a thought that made him feel almost resigned to events.
"Could you untie me?" John said in his mildest, politest voice when he'd reached ten.
"Oh, sure." But Rodney didn't immediately appear in John's range of vision. He could hear Rodney moving somewhere behind him, picking things up and putting them down. Finally he rounded the bed and looked down at John. His expression was absent, as if his mind was back in the Milky Way. "Wait. I just remembered. I'm supposed to not untie you."
"No," John said evenly. "You're supposed to untie me."
Rodney cocked his head and smiled like a happy spaniel. "I don't think so. And you know how I'm right about things."
