The Fly Away Remedy
Abby Ebon
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Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate: Atlantis.
AN: Finally, finally, finally, here is the man sex – !
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"Ah, Elizabeth, what can I do for you?" Caldwell asked in a pleasant if somewhat surprised tone, at having seen her. Elizabeth sighed, her fingers tugging at a hair that was clearly annoying her, she looked tired – but the wary set of her jaw told Caldwell that this was not a pleasantry – he sat up straighter, growing serious.
"You'll remember, Caldwell that Command ordered me to send a team to explore the planet that the Wraith seemed to be so interested in?" Elizabeth finally spoke, her eyes flicking off screen to where he knew Atlantis' monitors and controllers to be; Caldwell remembered it well enough – just he said nothing and merely nodded, glancing out of the corner of his eye at his crew who were off screen.
"Let me guess, you need us to go to John's rescue?" Caldwell asked her, trying to make light of it with his bemused tone – but he was still dreading her reply– her lips twitched at something, but she spoke, the answer seeming to be dragged reluctantly from her lips.
"Yes. John and Ronon are still on the planet – we can not reach them." She answered shortly, not unusually defensive - Caldwell only nodded, accepting the lack of information and having no wish to irate her, tried to smile – though it did not reach to his eyes.
"Send us the location, Weir; we'll do our best to get him back." Caldwell promised her solemnly – relief and gratitude flashed in her eyes and she signaled someone off screen to do as he had requested. The screen flicked off as soon as his communications officer signaled that they had gotten the coordinates.
Upon the Daedalus, Caldwell stiffly leaned back into his chair – feeling the hum of the ship as it changed direction – silently he hoped he was letting his crew go about their business, he knew that, technically, he wasn't needed to tell them how to work the ship.
If pressed, he would admit he knew less of the workings of it – but he knew the minds of his crew. He knew when to push them for better results – and when to accept that there wasn't much he could do but to order a retreat. He knew that this would be a small denture – but it was one that had a possibility, of running into the Wraith – which was no small thing.
Caldwell glanced around his crew – they were frayed around the edges and wary from their voyage – but they would, nonetheless, do their duty without complaint.
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Beside him, Ford inhaled deeply – taking in John's scent – for Ronon knew that John was nearby, he was the one doing the tracking after all. Ford walked lightly, and if Ronon hadn't known, he would have said the man had a naturally light step – but such a way of walking, he had learned from John – was trained.
Ronon with his own knowledge of his home planets military had always been impressed with the way John handled his men. Though they had at first thought Ronon a savage, they had learned differently – but that first impression was that John expected more from him, which had always made Ronon want to meet John's expectations.
Now he felt as if he was torn in two – a part of him wanted to find John – help him. The other part of him wanted Ford away from John, wanted to protect the man that had led him to safety and a second chance at life.
As Ford sensed Ronon's unease he paused mid-step, merely staring at him.
"You are certain you aren't lost, Runner?" Ford asked him his hand trailing toward his blade – Ronon's eyes narrowed, fists clenching in the dark. It was night, and the chill made them both edgy – there was no wind though, and that was likely what made Ford so anxious to find John before the scent-trail settled.
"Yes," Ronon snarled, having made up his mind – John had ran off with very little to protect him from this weather – he had to find him – Ronon would deal with Ford after that, "are you done questioning me, Ford?" Ronon stressed, Ford shrugged – and it was such a human gesture that Ronon wondered for a moment how much humanity he had left in him.
"Are you finished debating on running off without me?" Ford asked in turn, lips quirking at Ronon's surprised expression.
"I can practically hear you thinking – not, mind you – that that is very hard for anyone." Ford teased, and Ronon turned his gaze – Ford, quite frankly, gave him the creeps. It felt as if he was walking with a Wraith – but talking to Ford was somewhat like talking to Ford or one of Ford's men.
"Come on – were wasting time." Ronon muttered instead of commenting, moving on ahead of Ford.
"They're watching us, you know that right?" Ford murmured almost too softly to hear – Ronon kept moving for all that his shoulders had tensed.
"Yes." It was a whisper – but there was no mistaking that Ronon had heard and responded.
"Do we have a plan for when they do more then watch?" Ford asked softly, keeping his eyes from moving too much away from their surroundings as he spoke.
"John will think of something." Ronon assured keeping his eyes on the signs that John had made in his rush to get away.
"Are you an idiot? Does running off like this seem like something someone would do if they were capable of thinking?" Ford hissed, his Wraith eye glinting in the darkness of the night surrounding them.
"He'll come back to himself eventually." Ronon answered evenly – Ford snorted in seeming disgust. For all that John trusted both of them in different ways – they could not see the same appeal in each other.
"Yeah – after the hormones have either been satisfied – or worn off." Ford grumbled finding it easier to argue with Ronon if he did not look directly at the other man. Otherwise it was a challenge to wrestle down the need to dominate the other man.
"How long will it take for them to ware off?" Ronon asked in a whisper, Ford sighed softly – every step he took he could smell John more and more – to say it was distracting would be an understatement.
"Weeks – possibly months – it'd be easier just to satisfy them –" Ford would have likely said more, but Ronon had shoved him against a near by tree – when Ford reached for his blade – he found it in Ronon's hand – pressed to his neck.
"You will not touch him." Ronon growled out slowly, his eyes narrowed in his fury.
"Oh – but you can? That is fair." Ford hissed, quite sure that Ronon would not kill him. Ford knew that Ronon knew that John – at least in part – trusted him; for all that Ford had done in the past to cheat that trust.
"What are you implying?" Ronon snarled as the blade's edge nicked the side of Ford's jaw.
"You, Runner – are just as affected by him as I am – do not even try to lie to me – I can smell your arousal." Ford bit out the words, before Ronon could do furtherer harm to him. Ronon stood then - frozen, his weight still against Ford – he looked surprised, but Ford merely smirked, knowing what he had said had gotten to Ronon.
"…I would not do that to him…" Ronon's eyes did not meet Ford's for all that he said it so firmly, it sounded as if he could fool himself into believing his own lie; if not for his senses, Ford would have believed the other man.
"Right – and what if he asked you to do that to him, Runner? What then?" Ford asked, the urge to challenge the other man welling up within him.
"He…he would not." Ronon sounded surer of himself now, for all that his eyes weren't.
"He would, Runner – he'll beg, the hormones would not have affected him if he had not – on some level, wanted them not to." As he spoke Ford sounded bitter, remembering the Wraith Queen telling him the very same thing when he had been affected by their mating season.
Ronon looked shaken at Ford's words – and if he could have, Ford would have breathed a sigh of relief – the Runner was finally beginning to understand what they were walking into.
"I purpose a deal," Ford murmured softly, and Ronon glanced to him – apprehensive, "we both have him…" Ford's blade sank deeper into his neck – and at Ronon's dark glare, he wisely silenced himself.
"I would never share him with you – I'll die before that." Ronon hissed, delighting in the blood that pooled on the blade.
"Then you'll die – I'm trying to make sure you live, idiot – a Wraith Queen will only mate with the strongest male, and for all intents and purposes – with those hormones in him, John is the equivalent of one. If we approach at the same time - the trigger will make us want to kill each other – if one of us approaches first – we live, damn it." Ford hissed out the last when the blade cut into his neck.
"I do not need hormones to make me want to kill you, Ford." Ronon murmured darkly – Ford made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat.
"Fine – Ronon, you approach him first – I've got no death wish – but I'll tell you this now, I will have him after you – death fight or no." Ford snarled, Ronon in his surprise jerked away from the other man – Ford did not approach, merely watching as Ronon backed away from him – then turned to run in the same direction scent told Ford that John was in.
Ford sighed – with the Runner gone he felt as if he could catch his breath again, his fingers reached up to touch his face – despite his fears, he knew it would not scar. Ford settled onto the forest floor, eyes closed as he took in what his sense of smell told him – and his empathy-link with Ronon echoed back of the encounter.
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As Ronon approached where he knew John to be, he found he was still slightly shaken by what Ford had told him, but he was quickly reassured when he glimpsed John apparently asleep against the trunk of a tree.
"John?" Ronon murmured his voice softly coaxing in hopes that John would awaken. He did not stir – Ronon knelt beside him, his hand clasping John's shoulder – his skin was feverish, and Ronon had a bad feeling briefly - before John's eyes snapped open.
"Ronon…?" John spoke, his voice thick and oddly weak. Ronon nodded, and John was reassured – managing to smile slightly up at the other man. Ronon was overcome with the strange urge to kiss John – to hold him, if only to assure him that everything would be alright.
"I don't feel too hot," John admitted softly, almost too softly to hear – Ronon leaned in closer, his ear tilted so it was in front of John's lips, "actually I feel too hot." There was something in John's voice that made Ronon wary – but before he could move away to ask a question – John's tongue had darted out, licking at the shell of his ear.
"What are you doing, John?" Ronon asked shakily, unable to catch his breath – as he was suddenly dizzy with the pleasure he had felt.
"I…I need you, Ronon…" John murmured into the ear he had just licked. "Please?" John pleaded, shifting closer to Ronon's warmth.
Stunned, Ronon had frozen as John moved to tug on Ronon's ear with his teeth. Ronon tried to shake off his arousal – but before he could move away, John's hands were on his shoulders – pulling him closer, and gravity took over, Ronon found him self straddling John.
John groaned lowly in his throat, arching his hips up to press against Ronon's groin. Ronon's breath caught in his throat, the teasing darkening his eyes with want - when John's fingers reached steadily to undo Ronon's pants, he could not help but groan his approval of what John had asked.
John's eyes were dark – catching in the light of the stars above them. Before John could do anything else to surprise him, Ronon turned to his side holding the slimmer man to him all the while – he gently worked at tugging John's pants off.
John was not idle while Ronon did this – his mouth sucked at Ronon's collar bone – encouraging, and John's hands touched at his hair and back – slipping Ronon's shirt off for easier access. Ronon finished with his self appointed task - settled John onto their clothes, kissing him – touching him, for he could not seem to get enough skin-to-skin contact.
John's legs parted holding Ronon against him – they rubbed against each other – John's groin rubbing against Ronon's navel – Ronon finding the in warmth of John's rear near intoxicating. Ronon, out of habit, nearly dismissed the passing memory of having at some point the past hearing two men discussing just what he was about to do to John. They had said something about preparation – about lube – or oil, and stretching.
Ronon had none of that – but John did not seem to care, and even if John did not feel the pain of it – Ronon knew he would later. Ronon knew then that he would have to be careful – but with John's legs wrapped around him, he was hard pressed to keep that in mind.
"John," Ronon knew his voice was strained, but it pulled at John's attention non-the-less, "we – ah, we have to slow down." Ronon murmured, his hot breath panting against John's ear. John shivered, eyes glazed – he licked his lips, struggling to think past the haze of his demanding pleasure.
"Why?" John asked moaning – arching and still aching with need.
"I can hurt you if we don't." Ronon pleaded with John to understand – Ronon felt very grateful when John nodded, something in Ronon's tone or words having gotten through. John panted trying to calm himself – but he knew that option lost when Ronon gasped to feel the nearly scalding heat of his lovers entrance, slowly he eased inside – with small, almost tender - thrusts to ease John's entrance with his pre-cum.
John mewled with Ronon mostly within him, taking things into his own control as he arched – forcing Ronon deeper – and Ronon groaned when he realized he was wholly within his lover. He closed his eyes, giving into the carnal need to take and claim John.
In an almost primal dance they moved against each other – taking and giving, aware of nothing but each other and the building pleasure they felt – there was heat, and the feeling of somehow being caught between shadows and sunlight. Then in a rush of blood, they came back to themselves – and Ronon realized Ford was standing above them, and Ronon could not move – puzzled into almost panic, he looked to Ford for an explanation.
"Sorry I didn't warn you, Ronon – pleasure from the hormone paralyzes Runners." Ford smirked slightly, his lips parting as his tongue darted out to lick his lips – eyes glazed in pleasure John watched Ford's movements.
"It'll ware off about the time you wake up…" Ford spoke, his eyes seeming hypnotized by John.
"I told you I'd have him…" Ford murmured, pulling a dazed John away from Ronon. Ronon struggled with the darkness, but it was a useless battle, for he fell to it - the ache of despair in him only following.