Disclaimer:I don't own "Stargate Atlantis" or any of its characters, wishful thinking aside.

Authors Note #1: Honestly this is just a bunch of porny wish-fulfillment. There will be further chapters with other pairings.

Warnings: sex pollen, dubious consent due to trope, explicit sexual content, romance, drama, angst, sexual tension.

Golden

Chapter One

He slipped out of the infirmary the moment Doctor Beckett turned to check the beeping monitor on Lieutenant Cadman's bed. He knew he was supposed to stay. To get checked over. He knew it was important. But for some reason his feet were moving easily.

He smiled at the dazed looking marine by the door. Stackhouse, he thought. The one Lorne had taken aside when he'd been added to Cadman's mission last minute and told to watch out for him. Of course, he wasn't supposed to know that. But gossip on the city was competitive and cutthroat and he'd heard it for the fourth time in under three hours from Doctor Brown when she helped him pack his sample kit.

Stackhouse had been shadowing him when he found it. That beautiful little glade, choked with ferns and wildflowers. He'd taken so many samples he'd filled his kit. He didn't remember getting to the gate. But he remembered the whooshing sound as it engaged. The way the air hushed through the long grass, swirling the same seed pods he'd found littered on the ground in the glade. Cracking the flakey pods and sugaring the air with a fine mist of muted yellow pollen.

Beautiful.

He remembered extending his hand, letting the pollen freckle across his inner arm. He remembered Stackhouse's tac-vest coated in it. He remembered how pretty it looked powdered in Cadman's tight red braid.

Then they were back on Atlantis and Doctor Weir was high above them, sending them a smile and a wave from the control room. The worry-lines around her mouth easing a fraction as they milled around, debriefing.

She would look lovely with yellow in her hair.

He walked down the hall, away from the medical bay like he was following a thread. Knowing instinctively if he pulled it just right he would be able to watch it unfurl like a bloom. And that he'd be able to find out who he - no, they - really were.

The tips of his fingers tingled.

He felt like an ambassador.

He could see it, what he was meant to do.

And he knew, he knew-

A molten slur of second-hand pleasure ebbed into being when Ronon appeared around the corner. Almost like he could feel their joy before it had even happened.

He smiled serenely, pinging off the wall so they were suddenly close. Trailing his hand down Ronon's arm. Fingers spread in a wide comb. The fact he'd barely spoken a half dozen words to him was immaterial. Feeling so comfortable, so at peace he just hummed a happy note when the man stuttered to a stop. Staring at him. Staring at his hand on his arm. Staring at-

"They're waiting for you in the infirmary," he burbled. So confident he let his hand linger. Rubbing golden sparks into the tan of Ronon's skin.

"Who? ...What?"

He shook his head. It should be obvious. Already he could see the strain of cells under Ronon's skin. The desire to be complete. That was what this was. It was only what fit. What was right. Nothing else.

The thread he was following tugged pointedly. Reminding him he had somewhere to be.

His hand slipped from Ronon's arm with a puff of yellow pollen. Being sure to pat his shoulder encouragingly as he walked past. Leaving Ronon unsteady, but visibly confused in the middle of the hall.

Evan looked up when the door to Sheppard's little used office hushed open. Sending him a look, then another before the focus on his paperwork was soundly broken.

"Doc, hey! When did you get back?"

He smiled, rubbing sweaty palms together until the pollen that coated them made a thin paste. Painting the creases of his skin with off-set yellow.

"Just now. Doctor Beckett is busy, so I thought I'd come see you," he replied truthfully. He didn't need to lie, after all. This was all about truth. The pollen just made it easy. Like pruning an orchid after the blooms had died. Clearing the way for the next stage of flowering.

Evan blinked, surprised, but still smiled. Hand going up to touch his earpiece as a burst of chatter whinged like static in the background.

"Had fun? Did Stackhouse- wait...you haven't been checked out? You should-"

"Oh, yes," he agreed, cock so hard he couldn't help pressing his hand against the crotch. Letting Evan see as he came around the desk and- "You should see my samples..."

"Doc- David?"

He smiled again, feeling it go all the way to his eyes as Evan swallowed. Stumbling a half-step back, eyes flicking from his crotch to his face, then back again. Hand coming up to tap his earpiece. Face a beautiful wreck of slow understanding.

"Lorne here. Say that again?"

He reached out, feeling the thread tighten snugly. Waiting patiently until Evan hesitated, then took his hand in his. Shuffling closer. He looked down at their hands. A perfect fit. Just like he knew it would be. He sighed happily. Threading their fingers together as the paste of pollen smeared thick between them, coating their skin.

He knew Evan would look good in gold.

Everyone did.

They were so close now he could smell him. Taking a moment to paint yellow down the curve of Evan's jaw. Cupping him tenderly until he coaxed him into a soft kiss. The thread settled the same moment the kiss broke. Holding him up as Evan wavered, stunned and weak-kneed. He felt like laughing, so he did. Chuckling as he wrapped his index finger around the radio and tugged it out of Evan's ear. Barely able to hear Colonel Sheppard trying to hail him on the radio. Something about an airborne contaminant.

"Major? Major! Lorne- come in!"

Yes. Yes. Of course.

"I came to tell you something," he hummed. Slotting their hips together as Evan followed willingly. A sturdy, counterpoint weight as he slipped between the Major's thighs.

Because he knew things now. Maybe he'd always known but had been too afraid to try. Afraid that he'd ruin whatever fledgling thing they were working up too. The pollen made it so clear. Now he knew why Evan would show up on the quiet evenings in the botany lab just to talk to him. The extra training sessions. The way he chose him for his team again and again, even when a botanist wasn't specifically need. The way Evan looked at him when he thought he couldn't see him. The way-

"I want this too," he breathed, dragging his lips across Evan's until the wet caught and Evan cursed. Ripping his holster and side-arm clear behind them. Sinking his hand into his hair like he'd spent months wanting to do exactly that.

He groaned, so desperate for skin he tried to climb him. Fighting for his share of kisses and groping hands as Evan kicked the chair away and lifted him up. Snapping a laptop screen and sending tablets flying as he landed on his back across Sheppard's desk.

"David... Jesus! I-"

Evan ripped the zipper of his trousers downdowndown. Making him keen when cold hands seared down his naval. Untucking him from his briefs and swallowing him down in one frantic motion. They stilled like that - pausing with Evan's mouth wrapped tight and wet around his cock. His fingers tangled behind Evan's ears. Spreading yellow. Not able to find anything to hang onto. Anything to keep him grounded. To-

Evan's tongue fluttered across the underside of his cock. Worming a trapped hand out from under them just to ease along his flank. Rubbing soothing whorls into his skin as he breathed. So connected they didn't need words. Just this. Only this. Hopefully forever.

Still- there was something else he had to do.

One more thing before they could lose themselves.

He levered himself up, leaning back on his elbows as Evan watched him through the cover of long lashes. Keeping his cock warm as he sucked him gently. Waiting. Knowing. Beautiful. And best of all, his. Looking at him expectantly with a streak of yellow smeared across his face.

His consciousness furled outwards. Turning everything golden. Focusing all his intent towards the control panel on the wall. Feeling his ATA gene flow into the circuits and wires. Spreading gold as he coaxed the city to open for him. Looking for that one little switch he needed. Almost there. Ah. He grinned as Evan's mind brushed his, feeling the man's connection strongly as the city hummed. Somehow able to feel the way Atlantis jumped eagerly to obey. Turning the ventilation on as high as it would go in the medical bay before the moment was over and the control panel on the wall glowed vibrant blue.

Yes.

He tipped back his head, feeling that secondary burst of pleasure again as an image of his sample kit - open and forgotten on the floor of the medical bay - flashed across his vision. Somehow able to feel…hear…see the seed pod begin to open. Leaking gold into the air, through the ventilation slits, into every room, every space. Reaching. Spreading. Good.

And maybe Evan felt it too, because he reached for him when it was done. Resting his hands on his arms as his greedy mouth started to suck him in earnest. He smothered a smile - then a moan - into the crease of Evan's skin. Hips hitching into the slick of him as the outside world slurred, pleasantly out of focus. Highlighting only Evan. In the way he'd always been meant to see him. Sloe-eyed, slack-jawed and wreathed in sunlight.

Midas had nothing on this type of gold.

A/N: Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think! – There will be more to come.