The Fly Away Remedy
Abby Ebon
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Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate: Atlantis.
AN: More man-sex… and "the end"…
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"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.
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John was aware of soft touches, whispered words dipped in honey – too sweet, but addicting –the warmth of another's body as they pulled him close – kissed him. A slick tongue dominating in it's insistence at being the center of his attention.
Despite the heat – the lust – he was aware of what he had done with Ronon– aware that it was Ford who held him now. For all that he knew all this, he couldn't resist – he clung to Ford, panting.
Fingers dug into his sides, and John was sure they would leave slight bruises; he was rather pleased with that thought. A low growl echoed through the woods surrounding them, for a moment Ford looked surprised – and then as John demandingly kissed him, focusing him solely on the other male, Ford remembered that among the Wraith – the Queens may fall to their mating season, but they determined their partners, and who would be claiming whom.
Ford felt his gut clench at the thought that John was aware enough to know who he was – he hadn't wanted to take the other man unwillingly – but the scent he gave off led him into desperation. As if to prove even the smallest lapse of attention might lead astray, John had him pinned to the tree now, licking along his neck and ear.
Ford felt his knees grow weak; he felt limp weak with pleasure held between
John and the tree he only had a moment to be grateful for the support.
Then John was thrusting his naked groin against Ford's the friction and heat so intense it seemed to burn them – swallow them down only to leave them panting – needing more. John's eager fingers pulled at his pants, and Ford moved to help only to hear a growl and see Wraith-black eyes flash a warning.
Ford was left to clench his hands into fists, biting his lip to hold back soft whimpers and encouraging moans, wriggling invitingly as he was finally freed. John only seemed to take his time – teasing, nipping, licking, and scraping teeth against tinder bits of flesh as his pants were lowered to his thighs.
Ford's head tilted back and he couldn't help but groan as John opened his mouth upon him, hands playing with his balls – it was torture, pure, sweet, blissfully hot, but aggravatingly sexy torture. Ford didn't even give a damn to know his thoughts weren't making sense anymore – they didn't need to– all he needed to do was feel and know this was right, and he wanted more.
A growl was snarled past teeth pressed against his groin and Ford only shuddered.
"John…John what are you going to do?" Ford found himself asking –begging – weakly.
"Mine." John answered, his voice deep – the eyes that met Ford's were not sane – they were dark with lust, heat and something that told Ford that John knew on every level, Ford was just as John claimed – his.
A shudder passed his spine and he moaned as John kissed him again, nude body pressed against his clothed one. Not even that seemed to put pause to John's all consuming presence – Ford felt him as if he wasn't wearing clothes –and wondered for a blazing moment what it would feel like to lay skin-against-skin with the other man.
"C-claim?" John's voice asked shakily, licking at his neck with a hot swipe of a tongue that Ford could not ignore. Heat at the thought of being taken – as Ronon had taken John – pressed down on him, burning him, left him panting and wanting what John had offered.
"Y-yes, please, John…" Ford stifled a moan as John pulled away enough to turn Ford against the trunk of the tree, hands holding his hips in a grip that he knew would not falter.
All at once the heat he had felt dimmed as pain pressed, but Ford only grunted as John pushed into him – taking him dry burnt like hell, hurt almost too much to hold on until he felt the pull of pleasure take him like an ocean tide again. Like the ocean it was inevitable he find pleasure in this act – it was something he would treasure – and Ford had always desired John in some way since meeting him.
Pushed into and out of until he was groaning – panting, his eyes clenched shut – head tilted back as John's hot breath teased his neck and teeth nipped at him, Ford finally shook – coming, his body taken so intently by his orgasm that he gasped, his weight fully held by the embrace of the tree, only to whine as he felt John pulse within him, hot semen spilling over his thighs and buttocks as John held him, reassured him.
With gentle persistence, John led him to Ronon and laid him down, curled together – it reminded Ford of a litter of kittens, carefully choosing who they trusted, then trusting them wholeheartedly.
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"Let me guess, you need us to go to John's rescue?"
"Yes. John and Ronon are still on the planet – we can not reach them."
"Send us the location, Weir; we'll do our best to get him back."
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.
"Sir, we are approaching the location." The young woman at the controls stated, Caldwell looked to her, frowning for a moment at her silence.
"Any sign of the Wraith?" Caldwell demanded, she flinched, and bit her lip. He remembered only then that she didn't like confrontation – she wasn't purposefully holding back information, merely trying to word what she saw. Caldwell didn't know why she had gone into the military.
"Yes, sir, one Hive ship hovering over the planet – I believe it sees us. Yet…yet it's made no hostile movement, fascinating…." He remembered then, she was a scientist (one of their best) – she had studied insects on Earth, whose behavior mimicked the Wraith, oddly enough. She had taken the "month-long crash" into the Stargate program and found to be a descent hand at controlling a ship in hyper-drive and had a good eye for detail.
"Do a scan; make sure John and Ronon are down on that planet." He ordered the rest on the command deck.
"They are sir, and one other life sign." One of his other men who had taken the young woman under his wing stated, his tone suggesting perhaps trickery – they knew there was a chance the Wraith had captured them, and if they had gotten away – why was there now another with them?
"Wraith?" He questioned, the young woman shook her head.
"No, sir – human, although there are traces of Wraith DNA, it may be prolonged exposure to feeding." She stated softly, frowning down at the screen. So, Caldwell thought his eyes on the earth-like planet ahead, who have you rescued this time, John?
"Get them off that planet." Caldwell ordered, not wanting to have come so far only to turn back now.
"We can't sir, not without getting closer." One of his subordinates pointed out.
"We know the Wraith are extremely territorial – humans may not be considered a threat to the Hive, but they will react - and there is no way of knowing, if we provoke them, if they'll even let us leave with John and the other two." The woman insisted, biting her lip in worry.
"We have to try." He commanded sternly, and watched as they obeyed, tensed as if ready for physical confrontation, they approached the world, trying to give the Hive ship as much room as they could. Admittedly, Caldwell knew it was quite ridiculous to think of what they were doing as "sneaking" – but that's what it felt like – never mind the fact that both ships dominated the presence not taken up by the planet.
"We are receiving a transmission." The communications officer stated, sounding confused – it was too be expected, the Wraith rarely warned when they were going to attack. There was nothing else out there though – and there was no way that John could possibly attempt communication on the planet.
"Let's see it." Caldwell stated softly, watching the blank screen form into the features of a Queen Wraith.
"You are trespassing. I assume you know this? Yes, of course you do though your attempts at being…discrete…about it are...amusing. I will give you leave to retrieve your Leader and his Consorts. I- we - recognize John Sheppard out of Mali'ja by the Thori'an Hive of the Wraith. Give my…son, my regards – tell him that if he wishes the Thori'an will give alliance with the Tau'ri against other Hives." With that cryptic message, the screen blackened, and before they could respond the Hive ship was gone. Caldwell muttered something unpleasant under his breath then gave the order to retrieve John, placing him in the Medical Wards with the other two life signs.
When Caldwell arrived to the Ward, he found John – Ronon, as expected, but Ford was a surprise. Of the three, he was the one unconscious, likely by drugs – the three were dressed, though Ford in a manner closer to the Wraith, and John and Ronon clearly wore clothes newly issued.
"I've gotten a very strange message from your…mother-Queen, John." Caldwell stated and when John and Ronon looked confused he played the message – and the blush John sported almost drew Caldwell's attention away from the fact that John's eyes were black as the Wraith Queen he had just spoken to.
"It was likely not their intention to acknowledge John, it started, likely – as an experiment. They injected him with Wrath-Queen hormones," Ronon stated, glancing down at Ford with a blank expression, "then let us free reign on the planet – likely to see what would happen, I think they expected death, John… surprised them…"
"What exactly happened down there?" Caldwell asked, for all that, he had seen the health report and suspected – he wanted the truth.
"It's personal." John stated, flashing sharper then human teeth.
"You understand Elizabeth will likely ask the same questions?" Caldwell asked, surely the other man knew that.
"Yes, I also know that she likely can have some of the scientists set to work…fixing this." John stated tensely, ford groaned slightly, chuckling when he saw they were not fooled – they knew he'd been awake, but hadn't told Caldwell. The older man began to feel a little more uneasy – there was something more about the three men in front of him – something that hadn't been there before.
"Doubt it John, they couldn't do much for me." Ford's tone was too matter of fact to hide bitterness.
"How are you doing Ford?" Caldwell asked in a wary way, he seemed calm enough, but he had to wonder what Elizabeth was going to do with the Wraith-enhanced man.
"Other then hearing Wraith whimpering in my head – alien instincts aside, I'm the best I've been in a while, though that might change." Ford answered in a way that was a little dry and more then a little sarcastic. It was enough to get Caldwell out of the Ward.
"What are we going to do?" John asked, he hadn't noticed that touch had become important to him – Ronon placed a hand on his shoulder, and twined his fingers in Ford's hair, seeking reassurance.
"If it comes to it, we can run – it's what I'm good at." Ronon answered a bit unsurely.
"I'd be a bit more worried about what momma-Queen is going to do to them if she shows up for a visit and finds we've run off. If there is one thing I know about them it's that in some way all the Queens are related – mother, daughter, sisters – cousins, something – if momma- Mali'ja by the Thori'an Hive of the Wraith finds out her baby-John is out of the "nest territory" – that being Atlantis – she'll call for help and Atlantis will be in for hell. If there is one thing that the Wraith share that crosses all territories its family-ties, I think they think of John as a newly-born Wraith Queen, for all that he's, well, male." Ford stated, grinning in amusement at the other two who had paled and looked a bit ill.
"You have a way with words." John accused softly, twisting Ford's hair – the other man gasped, remembering the heat and pleasure that crossed over the pain.
"It's all in the fly away remedy." Ford groaned in delight, his eyes heated as John leaned over him for a kiss. Ronon's lips twitched in amusement – he wondered how – or if, Atlantis would take in the three of them. If they didn't, well, as Ford had said, they'd just have to deal unless they wanted to deal with "Mother" Mali'ja and the Wraith Hive Queens.
"The End"