Series: Remote Control

Title: Part 1: Out Of Control

Author: Damion Starr

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Archive: Area 52, Pegasus Gate, WWOMB

Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis

Category: Slash, HC

Rating: R

Pairing: Ford/Steve, Sheppard/Ford

Summary: You can't stay in control of every situation.

Warnings: Non-con, slash, language

Season/Episode: Season 1, "Poisoning The Well"

Spoilers: "Poisoning The Well"

Author's Notes: Inspired by "Mind Over Matter", a fantastic Sheppard/Steve story. A different ending to the scene in "Poisoning The Well" where Sheppard, Ford and Beckett go to retrieve a sample from Steve.

It all happened so fast that it was a blur to those in the room. One minute, Steve the Wraith was still out on the floor while Aiden Ford, John Sheppard and Carson Beckett cautiously left the cell, the next, the Wraith was on his feet.

"Sir!" Aiden cried out when he saw Steve move. He got his Wraith Stunner up, but not quite fast enough. By the time John had turned, Aiden was trapped in Steve's grasp.

"No!" John bellowed before he could stop himself. Sergeant Bates and the others who had come along as back-up had their weapons raised, but could not fire off a shot without risking harm to Lt. Ford.

Steve laughed. The sound was dry and raspy, like sandpaper, in the heavy silence. The only other sound in the room were Aiden's pants. "Well, well, well. Look what I caught," Steve had one arm wrapped around Aiden's torso, pinning the human's arms to his sides and pressing him firmly against the full length of the Wraith's body. Steve's other hand gently gripped Aiden's chin, tilting the Lieutenant's head back. Aiden's jaw clenched when Steve ran one long claw-like nail over his bottom lip.

"Let him go," John demanded, fury burning in his eyes. The other soldiers looked back and forth between their commanding officer and his second in command; his friend.

"No," Aiden visibly flinched at Steve's voice. He had never quite gotten used to it. It was almost seductive, but that sexiness was covered by the pure hatred and malice that oozed from the creatures.

"What do you want, then?" John's entire body was painfully tense. He was ready to rip that Wraith's head off with his bare hands if he made one wrong move.

"Want? I want a lot of things," Steve lazily ran his finger up and down the side of Aiden's face. Ford screwed his eyes shut, and Sheppard could almost hear his thoughts: 'This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening.' "I want my hunger sated. I want to be returned to my own," Steve slowly moved his hand to Aiden's chin, then abruptly gripped it with terrifying strength. Aiden's eyes flew open and his mouth opened slightly in surprise and pain. "And I want you, John,"

Those final words hung in the air with terrible significance. John could feel all eyes on him, but he refused to acknowledge it. "Everyone, give us a moment," Sheppard finally said, amazing himself when his voice didn't crack. No one moved. "That's an order, sergeant,"

Bates hesitated a moment longer, then nodded. "Yes sir," He said quietly, and left. Soon, only John, Aiden and Steve were still in the cell.

"What do you want me for? I'm of no use to you," John asked as he crossed his arms and glared at the Wraith.

"I don't want your help, John. I want revenge,"

John's expression slowly changed from righteous anger to realization as this sunk in. "The female Wraith on Athos..." He whispered.

"My sister," Steve hissed. Fury flashed through the alien's eyes, and his nails dug into Aiden's chin. The Marine yelped as the claws drew blood.

"Stop!" John demanded, taking a step toward them, but only daring that much. "Let him go! You can take me, kill me for all I care, just let him go!" Sheppard's voice eventually broke down into simple pleading. Demands may just infuriate the creature, and that could lead to further injury of Aiden.

"No,"

" 'No'? What the hell do you mean, 'no'?" Anger once again swelled within John, and he found himself unable to quell it, as it was fueled by panic and fear. "You want me, not him. You want me to die because I killed your sister, so let him go and take me instead!"

"It's not that simple, John," Steve's hand moved from Aiden's face, down his throat, to his chest. Ford began to hyperventilate. "I don't want you to just die. Dying would be far too merciful. No, I want to see you suffer," Rather than stop, Steve's hand continued on it's way down Aiden's body to his waist. "You won't be needing this any longer, Aiden," Steve said softly into the Lieutenant's ear as he swiftly undid his belt. Aiden's gun and field knife dropped to the floor along with the belt, and Steve nudged it behind him with his foot. "That's better," Steve nuzzled Aiden's ear as he spoke. Aiden had to purse his lips to keep from screaming and closed his eyes. John could see tears dancing along his long, dark eyelashes. "This makes you furious, does it not? Your precious little Lieutenant, your Aiden, in my arms. Completely at my mercy. Why, I could do anything I want with him, couldn't I?"

"You try it, and you die," John hissed dangerously.

"Try and kill me, human!" Steve snapped, losing his cool veneer for only a moment before recomposing himself. "I wonder what you would do if I did this?" Steve slowly unzipped Aiden's pants and slid his hand inside. Aiden's tears finally won over and rolled down his face.

"STOP IT!" John lunged, but before he could wrap his hands around the Wraith's throat, Steve's hand retreated from Aiden's groin to the young man's chest. Aiden's eyes snapped open and he screamed in pain, arching his back, as energy was sucked from his body. John stopped in his tracks, and Steve broke contact with Aiden's chest.

"Move again and next time I won't stop," Steve snarled. Aiden sagged pitfully in the alien's grasp, fighting to stay conscious.

"Damn you," John whispered mournfully. "What the hell do you want?"

"I already told you,"

"I know all that!" John spat. "What will it take for you to let him go?"

"Everything I asked for," John's spirits rose. Maybe he would have to die, but Aiden would be spared. "Including this delicious creature I hold in my hands,"

"No," John replied quietly before he could stop himself. "You can kill me, but I won't let you have him,"

"I explained this to you, John," Steve said coolly. "Death is too merciful. I want to see you suffer, and watching him-" The Wraith nuzzled Aiden's ear and stroked his cheek for emphasis. "being violated would be the ultimate punishment for you, would it not?"

"John," Aiden wheezed. "Forget about me,"

"I can't," John whispered, tears in his eyes. "Please, please, just let him go," John's posture and voice were that of a desperate, broken man.

"No," Steve answered curtly, and his hand returned to Aiden's groin. The Lieutenant's jaw clenched and his face contorted in an expression of pure horror and disbelief. Steve, seeing his effect on the Marine, ran his tongue up Aiden's jaw.

"You fucker!" John screamed, but did not move. He knew what Steve would do to Aiden if he moved.

"Sir, down!"

John didn't think, just did as he was told and dropped to the floor. An unfamiliar energy blast flew over his head and hit Aiden and Steve, engulfing them in a blue light. The alien and human jerked, then began to fall, Steve backwards, Aiden forwards. John swiftly caught his Lieutenant and dragged him out of the cell as soldiers swarmed in and surrounded the Wraith.

In the hallway, John knelt beside Aiden's supine form and held his face in his hands. "Aiden? Aiden, can you hear me?"

The younger man groaned, and his night-colored eyes fluttered open. "Sir?" Aiden whispered. "What happened?"

"We were saved, that's what happened," John said with a smile.

To Be Concluded...