Part: 1/3
Rating: M
Disclaimers: I own no part of the Stargate world, I make no money from this and I wish that I could make money from having such fun.
WARNING: This is an M rated fic and contains scenes and discussions of various sexual situations that not everyone might enjoy.
Note: Pretty much everyone who commented on 'Through the Mirror Darkly' asked for me to visit the Dark AU world (thank you everyone). However, it was Deefn/Colt45sd who pushed me and inspired me to venture into an area of fanfic I haven't written before. So, Deefn/Colt, this one is for you.
Note2: This turned out to be a longer fic than expected, so I have split it into 3 parts. Part 1 up tonight and the other 2 tomorrow once they've been checked through.
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The party was thick with people, the end of the Earth week used as an excuse to let loose tensions and aggressions. The sparring matches were no doubt running in the main gym, the betting and excitement never truly a favourite of hers. She preferred to be in the ring, striking out with her fighting skills to become the best and fastest, not for entertainment. Not that she hadn't watched the matches herself, and enjoyed the skill on display, but it was not her form of release. With so many people in the city, moving through or living here, the need for entertainment and distractions was constant.
Tonight for her distraction, she had come to certain type of party, hosted this time by one of the dignitaries who, along with his people, lived in one section of the city. Two piers were full with groups from other planets, including her own people, living in the city under its protection. Just thinking of that could bring out her bitter anger of what had happened to her people, forced from planet to planet in a never-ending attempt to outrun the Wraith and those they battled. It was only on this world, in this city, that she had found a relative amount of safety for her and her people. Some of her people lived on the mainland, with yet more survivors from other worlds saved by those from Earth. The mainland was used for farming as well as living space, and they produced just enough crops to feed everyone, though everything else was supplied through the Gate from Earth. The Gate was usually very active with incoming supplies, incoming troops and scientists and their equipment. That constant influx of people through the city made up much of the population of the city turning out to see and experience in these evening events. The chance to meet new people and gain new experiences, and almost any kind were catered for somewhere in this city.
The two planetary outposts that those from Earth had established in this galaxy, besides this city, also supplied a near constant movement of people through Atlantis moving back and forth to Earth. Slowly, but surely, those from Earth were migrating large groups of their own people into this galaxy, but then there were empty worlds available and they paid for privilege. For they had forcefully withstood the Wraith and the Wraith's dangerous enemy, whose name was still not known. Her people referred to the pale, red-eyed creatures as the Skerti. They had been at war with the Wraith for at least two generations that Teyla knew. The Skerti may have firepower and ships as dangerous as the Wraith, but they had the same weakness that all living creatures had in any galaxy – they were still foodstuff of the Wraith.
The Skerti's techniques in destroying Wraith were absolute, to the point of obliterating humans close enough to the fighting. There was no conscience to the Skerti and consequently they had become as hated as the Wraith themselves, though that only frustrated people for at least the Skerti did not steal children and bleed life from worlds.
Years ago, the Skerti had begun a massive concerted attack on the Wraith that had spread throughout the galaxy, waking almost every Wraith Hive that formally had slept. The Wraith had retaliated with viciousness, draining entire planets of human life as they struggled to feed their entire newly woken population and fight back against the Skerti. Yet, Teyla's people and so many others had been caught in that cross fire. That was until a new group of people had arrived in the galaxy, restoring the fabled City of the Ancestors to life. They brought ships and vibrant new technologies with them, gained in turn from defeated alien enemies in their own galaxy. They were a peaceful people, but they had a thirst for spreading their influence, and had a great desire to gain and understand as much Ancestor technology as possible. Teyla had seen the opportunity that had been presented to her and she had offered her services as a guide and trader to those in Atlanits, in return for safe lodgings for the last of her people, running as they were from the Wraith. Since then, she, and several other Athosians, had joined the off world teams in the Earth effort to fight back against the Wraith and protect others from the cross fire with the Skerti. It was a dangerous ambition, but she enjoyed finally having the means to do something. She had caught hold of the opportunity with both hands and had worked to become highly respected in the city and among the growing representatives whose people now also living in the city.
A city that tonight was a place of hovering tensions and concerns. The latest in attempts to gather information on dealing with the Skerti had failed once again. So far the scientists, lead by Dr McKay, had been unable to find many other realities in which the Skerti had such dominance, and thus had been unable to learn anything helpful. The prospect was that the project would be shelved, and she was happy for it. She did not enjoy walking in other realities. She had found, in the few missions she had joined, that wherever she went her people were still homeless and the Wraith still had a stronghold on the galaxy. She had enough issues and resentments to deal with without knowing that other realities contained other versions of her people to worry about.
She felt eyes on her and she glanced from the window out of which she had been staring, to find pale blue needful eyes on her. He worked in a science division of some sort in the city, though she did not know which. He had only been in the city for a few months, and had been present in the last few days' parties that she had attended. It was not the first time she had caught his eyes upon her. Those eyes trailed from hers down her throat, again needful and a little desperate. It was likely that he had partaken in much alcohol this night and that was perhaps why he was so forward tonight.
She tilted her head towards him, the darkness of the main room lit with shifting coloured lights as people danced and lost themselves in quiet conversations and stolen kisses. He moved forward, clearly caught by the first time she had gifted him direct eye contact. He moved around a couple kissing, hands moving through gaps in clothing, and around the low dark leather seats towards her. She waited until he had neared enough and then altered her expression to let him know that he was close enough. As she suspected, he instantly obeyed her and she decided that perhaps it was best to satisfy some of what he wanted, for then he would go away or perhaps be a little happier.
She pointed to the floor and he dropped instantly to his knees. Yes, he knew what he wanted and had correctly read her. He pressed his hands together as he shuffled closer to her. She remained seated, quite used to being approached by males, and sometimes females, at these parties. Though, it had been well over a year since she had actively involved herself in what was going on in the next room. She had a favourite now, who she enjoyed keeping and being kept by singularly. She made sure of that as well, for she had caught several women taking interest in what was hers, and she had dealt with it swiftly. She got what she wished in most things – trades, males, and in expressing her opinions. Here in the city, she had power of sorts, and an avenue down which to focus her fighting skills and intelligence. Men noticed such things, and many of them wished to taste it.
He had reached close to her furthest boot, one leg crossed over the other. His eyes lifted from her partially bared legs to her face.
"I am not looking for company," she informed him.
He dipped his head slightly. "I understand that. I know that you and the Colonel are exclusive, but...?" He left the sentence hanging, no doubt due to the fact that on Earth it was common to share partners and even swap them among groups. Teyla understood that their concerns over unplanned procreation or spread of disease were no longer a concern due to some alien medicinal understanding they had been given. That seemed to have sparked much of the Earth society to explore more, and due to their new colonies in their home galaxy, and no doubt soon in this one, meant that population control was unnecessary for them. Teyla had received much of the medicine benefits of Earth, but she was a private and possessive woman, now that she had found a male who satisfied much for her. And she knew that not all from Earth were open in their relationships - John would not approve of this man crawling his way towards her, his eyes begging.
"I have no interest in engaging in anything with you," Teyla informed the man.
He nodded, his eyes dropping and then lifting to hers again. "Yet, you are here." He had a point, but her presence here had little to do with seeking and more to do with observing.
"I have come to watch and nothing more," she replied.
"Then, may I sit with you and watch as well?" He asked.
Teyla looked away from him to the wide-open doorway that led through to the room beyond. Naked bodies filled the space, moving over one another, sharing and touching each and everyone as they could.
"You may do as you wish," she replied to him, her attention on the doorway now.
There had been a day when she may have joined the edges of that room's activities, to be touched and to find some element of release and freedom from worries and restrictions that life seemed to have placed on them all.
Her mind drifted to a year ago, in a room very much like the one she now watched. At that time she had occasionally seen John at such parties, and when he was he had usually been seeking out solo encounters, not the orgies in the other rooms. She had seen him only rarely in the dance and seating areas with a woman sat on his lap as many had in these rooms, hands sliding over shoulders and chests as they kissed deeply, often grinding through clothes to the heavy music playing at these parties. Yet, beyond that average situation in these parties, she had never seen him any further involved.
She had worked with him for all of her time in the city and had considered him a close friend, of which she had few, but she had not known much of his sexual interests. Until one party in which she had reclined on a comfortable chair at the edge of one full room and had allowed Kanaan to touch her, along with a Greek scientist who had been offering interest for a while before. She had lain under their insistent, yet rather uninspiring touches, only to look through the shifting light to see John watching. She had never seen him in those rooms before. He had kept close to a dark wall, a drink in his hand, and his attention solely focused on her, the rest of the room's naked frivolity ignored.
She had been shocked by how aroused his attention had made her, though had been barely able to see the details of his face and expression. She had responded to the others' touches with more intensity, allowing her body to move as it wished, as she focused solely on the fact that 'he' was watching her. She had not realised until then how much he had truly interested her sexually, or that she had interested him. Yet, during that party, she had felt his eyes hot on her, as he sipped at his beer, the shadows obscuring most of his face. When she had begun to reach the point of abandonment, she had looked back to where he had stood, and found it empty of his presence.
That evening had obscured the difference between friend and sexual interest for her, something that she had always tried not to allow in the light of day. They had not spoken of it afterwards, but she had found herself attending the parties from then on with the sole intention to see if he would be there. During those times, she had never seen him again, but had on occasion thought that she had felt his eyes on her, though she could not see him anywhere in the busy rooms. She had begun watching the orgies herself more intently, looking for his form among the writhing aroused players. She had never before found such observation all that exciting, but it had become a new hobby of hers, though with the sole focus of looking for him among them. Not once did she ever see him there, but she saw echoes of him – the similar shape of a limb, dark hair almost like his and she had begun to lose interest in other male company. Dark fantasies had formed of what she wished to do with him. She had acted out a couple of those fantasies with willing men, but it had only seemed to lead to further frustration for her rather than satisfaction.
Then one night, in a massive citywide celebration following a particular victory over their enemies, it had all changed. She had walked the many rooms and halls of the city, through organised fights, dancing halls and the outside barbeque, to find him stood alone to one side outside, his usual group of teammates absent. She had kept in the shadows and watched him, allowing herself to look at him differently, as she did in her mind and fantasies, which was different from what she allowed others, and him, to see in the light of day. He had watched her once before and so she had watched him then, though be it in a far more sedate environment.
Dr Beckett had approached him with two women, their hands full of plates of food from the barbeque. She had watched as one of the women had handed John a plate, her interest very clear. Teyla had felt the instinctual jealously rise, and with it a powerful aggression. Looking back, she had been able to see that the woman's interest had not been fully returned, but at the time she had been angered by her false hopes and desires. She had looked bitterly at the group, only for his attention to be caught, perhaps as she had moved too far into the light, and he had seen her. She had held still, making sure that he knew what it felt like, and that she had in turn had been watching him.
Then she had turned and walked away.
She had sought out the party high up in one tower, which had a wide loud busy back room and she had sought out the usually willing Kanaan. She had removed all her clothes and laid down on the edge of the others' activity, and closed her eyes against the strange new demands that thinking of John had given her. She had accepted Kanaan and another male's touch over her, but inside she had been trying to banish the weakness that she had allowed. She had hated herself for weakening that way, to grow soft for one particular man, when her focus should always remain on strength, self-fulfilment, and working for the ultimate goal of defeating the Wraith.
She had surrendered to the touches over her, but not the emotions, looking for the physical excitement that she had formally enjoyed in these parties to overwhelm the feelings.
Then, he had appeared over Kanaan's shoulder and had pulled Kanaan up off her. Kanaan had protested, but had been shoved aside without interest. John had knelt straight into the mix, his body naked and his arousal clear. She had parted her legs around him and he had leant over her, pausing to shove away the other man's hands from her chest and belly. He turned dark, warning eyes to the man, who had completely backed off from her, and she had taken a good grip around John's neck and shoulders to pull him down against her.
He had pressed his body flush with hers, hard plains against her curves, demanding mouth to her throat and breasts. It had been the start of the most intense and interesting partnership she had ever enjoyed. She had found that she could play out her fantasies with him and get no complaint, but on occasions, the battle of wills would take over and they had shared even more intense passions.
She had found her taste for these parties had rarely excited her anymore, preferring to play with John. He had no interest in others watching them and in fact could be very aggressive with men who even simply tried to flirt with her. Yet, tonight she was here, watching the bodies rolling with each other, hands sliding, mouths sucking and licking. The blue-eyed man crouched beside her, his interest shifting between the room and her watching it. He clearly would like her to join him in that other room, but knew she would not. She wondered if the other version of her would have liked this kneeling man. She looked at him, his profile lit up by shifting coloured dull lights, his eyes wide as he watched those in the other room. She suspected he was a man who needed to be ordered around, to know his place, and would not know how to speak to women outside these places.
"Go and join then," she ordered him.
He looked back up at her and she knew what the next words from his mouth would be – that he would ask her to join him as well. However, his eyes widened with alarm as he looked past her.
She did not need to look round to know who would frighten him that much in this situation. Yet, she looked up anyway, a little surprised to see that he was here.
John strode through the darkened room, the shadows of his jaw, hair and angry eyes rose her interest instantly. He moved with a controlled power that made her breasts ache to just watch him move towards her, and her abstinence from him these last days, and the two days before during his mission, left her body calling for him. She remained in her seat, amused despite herself and feeling a slight flush of victory, though she had not known she had wished for it.
He moved around the clusters of chairs, heading straight for where she was seated, but his attention was fixed on the man knelt before her. She heard the man take a breath, ready to defend himself, which would be a mistake with John. However, once John reached them, John simply lifted a boot and pushed at the man with it, knocking him over and pushing him out of the way. Teyla watched the man fall back against several chairs behind him, but he recovered himself, climbing to his feet. Teyla kept her eyes on him, ignoring John standing above her.
"Go join them," she instructed the man again, drawing his attention from the male need to fight. If he fought against John, there would be a chance that he would be seriously injured. John was an excellent fighter, more so now that she had trained up his skills.
The man's resentful eyes dropped from John to hers. She nodded her head in the direction of the other room and gave him a meaningful look. He looked away and then back, and finally nodded. He turned away and headed towards the other room, glancing back as he did. She watched him, making sure he entered, only for John to shift to stand directly in front of her chair, his feet wide apart, blocking her view.
He was dressed completely in black, his uniform, and she glanced up at him, but did not tilt her head back up towards him. He frowned down at her, his jaw tense showing his anger level was high.
She lifted an enquiring eyebrow up at him.
"What are you doing here?" He demanded hotly, his voice pitched at a quiet, yet angry tone.
"What are you doing here?" She asked in turn.
"Looking for you," he replied. "Ronon said he'd seen you here."
She glanced away to where she had thought she had seen Ronon earlier. He had been sat sprawled in a darkened corner seat, Amelia over his lap. Teyla had not realised that they had left so soon. They were usually to be found down at the fights, rarely attending the parties, unless one of them was injured from training or from their own form of play fighting that had one of them often visiting the infirmary for sprains, bruises, and even a few fractures over the last year. Teyla did not ask what they did, only had noted that in each other Amelia and Ronon seemed to have found someone who could keep up with them finally.
"Teyla," John demanded drawing her attention back to him.
He stood tall over her, but she was not intimidated by him physically, but his emotional anger was clear. She glared up at him in reply, making him see that she did not appreciate his tone.
He bent down over the chair, setting his hands on either side of her, as he leaned over the chair, bringing his face down close to hers. Her body sang more than a little at the closeness.
"You planning on joining them in there?" He asked angling his head back towards the other room. "Because if you are, I'm going in there with you," he stated plainly as a threat. If he were to follow her in there, he would not allow anyone else to touch her. "I thought we had an understanding?"
"As did I," she replied without thinking.
He looked surprised and frowned at her, clearly not understanding her point. He had accepted her distance in the evenings these past days, mostly as he had had late duties, but it seemed that he had finally had enough. He also clearly did not understand what had led her to reject him these past days. He had not noticed the coincidence of her distance since he had told her of his latest visit to another reality. She knew it was foolishness to think as she did, but it seemed that she was possessive of him even in regards to other versions of herself. It was foolishness, but she could not stop the annoyance and resentment.
"What are you punishing me for?" He asked confused as to what she had meant.
She lifted at eyebrow at him. "I have not even begun to punish you yet," she responded.
That clearly pleased him, despite what she had said. His anger level dropped and he shifted to rest more weight around her, leaning further over her, pushing her back into the chair a little. She held as still as she could, not letting him dominate her too much, yet his closeness was a balm on wounds that had been festering for days.
"You've got other guys on their knees for you," he said softly. "That's punishing me for something."
She smiled with enjoyment at that, feeling her resentment melting slightly. He had this annoying ability to cut through all her defences and make her feel. It was something that was a curiosity for her, yet also an annoyance at times. When events in the past would have led her to close herself away to deal with her feelings, he had instead demanded to share them with her, to sit silently with her even if she ordered him away. He was a very persistent man, and she liked that about him.
She dropped her gaze to his lips, full and slightly pursed with his frown. She studied his darker jaw, the stubble grown through far too much for her liking. She looked up at his eyes.
"He was merely watching," she informed him, indicating where the blue-eyed supplicant had knelt.
"He was worshipping at your feet," John replied immediately, his breath over her face he was so close. "And I know all about that," he added quieter. She could taste the dark coffee sweetened with sugar he had recently drunk. His mouth would taste both bitter and sweet with the mix.
She looked away so as not to let him see her smile at his compliment. Then she straightened her expression and looked back up into his face more directly.
"I am not pleased with you," she stated.
"What've I done?" He asked.
They had rarely fallen out of favour with each other, their minor arguments usually ending in quick resolution followed by physical enjoyment to reaffirm their connection. She knew he was pushing for an answer now to get to resolution and then onto the physical gratification that he had been denied for five days now, from his mission and from her distance. She knew he would not go to another woman for any relief, as she had previously experimented with denying him. A test for them both to see how long he could hold off from pushing things to follow her restrictions. He had lasted a month, which had impressed her and she had especially enjoyed their reunion session at the end of that month, though she would not employ chastity on them again for no good reason. Yet, she had been without him for these past days now, though now her annoyance with him was fading tonight, her foolish feelings having repaired themselves somewhat.
"You diverted your affection to another," she stated plainly for him.
He frowned down at her, clearly not having understood when he had done that. She watched his frown clear after a moment. "You can't seriously be jealous of yourself?" He muttered amused as he realised.
She glared up at him. "Do not laugh, John. Or I will not allow you to make this up to me."
He instantly schooled his expression to hide his amusement, but she could see the sparkle in his eyes. She felt some of the weight lift off her shoulders, knowing that it was spoken out loud and now she would deal with it. She had not liked feeling jealous of another woman who she could not fight or put in their place. She found herself suddenly seeing the amusement herself. If he were ever to have affection for another woman, how foolish of her to be bitter that it was another version of herself. She should only be flattered, yet it was still a woman who was not her exact self of which he had likely been thinking about, fantasising about…
She pushed against his shoulders as she moved to get up from the chair and he pulled back to allow her to stand. On her feet, she looked up at him, seeing the relief and excitement as well as the amusement in his eyes.
"You will make this up to me," she informed him and he nodded. "You will go to your quarters and shower, shave your face, and meet me in my quarters."
"Yes," he replied, falling into the role they had played so often. He had put just the right amount of subservient excitement in his tone.
She moved around him, pushing him slightly out of her way and she headed out through the party. He followed her, she knew, not having to look over her shoulder to be sure. As she left the dark rooms and headed down the normal evening lit hallway of Atlantis, it was like stepping out of one world and into another. John's steps followed her at just that right distance that made her feel his closeness, but not too close to touch. It also created the feeling that he was pursuing her, and she liked the flutter it gave her stomach to feel his attention on her as she led him where she wanted.
A transporter trip, through which she ignored him completely, and they were heading through the main hallways of the living quarters. She walked ahead, past others who nodded greeting, but John remained quiet and behind her, keeping that distance that excited her. She led them through the corridors to pass by his quarters first. She stretched out her arm, pointing towards his door as she passed it, her command to him, and she heard his steps turn and the sound of his quarters opening. She resisted the urge to look back at him, knowing that he would be watching her walk away, and that she normally would look back at him. However, she communicated that he was still in the wrong, and was to be punished, by not looking back at him.
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