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Don't Think We're In Kansas, Chapter 2, Supernatural/Stargate Atlantis, NC-17
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/Supernatural Crossover
Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter 2 (Chapter 1)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter) Sam/Dean, John/Dean, Rodney, Teyla, Lorne, Weir, Beckett, hints of John/Ronon (will become Sam/Dean, & Sam/Dean/John/Ronon)
Word Count: 7486 (this chapter)
Rating: NC-17 (here comes the porn! Giggle...yes, I'm twelve)
Summary: John Sheppard receives his new "servant"...only things don't go exactly as he expected. Dean Winchester is not a happy man. Sam is trying to be.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is a bunny "given" to me by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
denyce36. I don't know if she knew what she was getting into. Um. So...warnings. This is a slave fic. This is Dean slave fic...nothing like the OTHER slave!Dean fic. This is new and different. This will involve dubious con, and kinky, kinky sex. Yeah. Here. *points*
Another knock on the door and the woman was back, and with her came Dean, escorted by five men. John stopped and stared. Dean was naked and his skin gleamed. Leather cuffs adorned his wrists and upper arms, thighs and ankles, but nothing else interrupted the view of skin…and muscle.
Ronon cleared his throat and John dragged his eyes away. Sam was kneeling up, his eyes tracking Dean’s every move. The woman directed the men, who cajoled Dean into moving, standing him beside the table.
“Emir Colonel to come. Har is good. Har is strong.” She held up another of the filmy things and beckoned him with it.
John exhaled slowly and nodded, then stepped in front of Dean. His eyes flashed with emotion and John tried to look as sincere as possible. “I need you to trust me, just a little longer, okay Dean?” John said as quietly as he could. Those eyes got bigger and John nodded. “Sam told me. It’s okay. I’m just trying to get us all out of here in one piece, okay? They won’t let us just walk out; we have to do this their way. This is gonna feel…funny.”
John lifted the film from the woman’s hands and settled it around Dean’s neck. It did its thing, and Dean swayed on his feet. John reached out a hand to steady him and felt a wave of arousal sweep through him. He gasped a bit and stepped back, but it was obvious he wasn’t alone in the feeling.
“See? Good har,” the woman said, a pleased smile on her face. She held up yet another piece, smaller, shorter.
“What’s that one for?” John asked.
“Har-pe.” She indicated Dean’s groin with her free hand.
“What?”
“To go apeh.” She pointed again and this time it was Dean who reacted, holding up both hands and taking a step back away from John, until two of his escort caught him.
“Okay, let’s everyone calm down.” John said, as much for himself as the rest of the room. He was suddenly aware of Sam beside him, hovering over him. He glanced up and the kid’s face was…distressed, but his eyes were only on Dean.
Sam raised both hands, stepping between John and Dean, resting his hands on Dean’s shoulders. John could see Dean’s face relax. Sam’s hands slid down Dean’s torso, to his hips and rested there for a minute. John exhaled slowly, hoping the kid could keep him calm, so that they could all get out of there.
Sam was pressing soft kisses to the side of Dean’s neck, which seemed to calm him…then not, judging by the way Dean shoved Sam. Sam wouldn’t be pushed away though, and his hand seemed to soothe Dean as Sam went to his knee, his hand stroking over Dean’s stomach and down to his thighs.
John arched an eyebrow as Dean’s body seemed to respond, his cock hardening a little more, then Sam looked up at John in expectation and John looked down at the filmy piece of technology that was suddenly in his hands. “Okay…when we get back to Atlantis, Rodney will fix everything. It’s going to be fine.”
He took a step closer, willing Dean to just relax and close his eyes. To John’s surprise, he seemed to do just that. John swallowed and stepped still closer, close enough now. He reached out slowly, sparing a glance at Ronon, who seemed far too amused by the whole show, then at the woman who smiled at him. “Yeah, right. Here goes nothing.”
He settled the film at the base of Dean’s cock, and Sam set one hand on Dean’s back to steady him as it came to life and started its melding process.
“Is good. Har to first. I come back after. Test. Adjust. Make perfect.” Then the woman was gone, taking the men with her, leaving Sam and Dean and John and Ronon.
Dean’s eyes were still closed, the ring around his cock taking far longer to mesh into his skin than the others. John found he couldn’t take his eyes off it. He couldn’t deny Dean was…John’s mouth dropped as tiny tendrils rose up out of the cock ring, sliding along the length, up onto his belly, down, under, around…moving along and then under the skin. Dean’s eyes shot open and Sam sat down hard.
Dean’s hands tried to stop them, pinching at his skin, and John saw it on his face the minute they met and invaded his ass. John turned Dean quickly, but there was nothing he could do.
Dean grabbed the wall and held on as the tendrils rippled under his skin, two around his waist and down into his ass, two more up under his cock, lifting and separating his balls and then into him. They moved…rippling in and out…and Dean’s hands clenched into fists…it was almost like they were…
“Hey…you okay? Look at me.”
Dean’s face came up, but his eyes fluttered closed…and that…John knew that look. It was arousal. He reached out, touched Dean’s arm. That was a mistake, the nakedness, the arousal…and the fact that John hadn’t gotten laid in almost a week…he was hard and horny and…
He pulled Dean up and kissed him…it was strange and awkward, but after only a second, Dean’s mouth was open and giving beneath his. Dean fell flush against him, his hard cock pressing against John’s, separated only by John’s clothing.
It took a minute for John to find himself and he pulled back almost forcibly, as if it was the last thing he wanted to do. “Whoa. That…I – I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
But Dean wasn’t concerned with his apology, his chest heaved and his cock was leaking, his hands cupped around it.
“I think I do.” Ronon said, coming closer. “I think you’re supposed to…you know?”
“What? No. I can’t…I mean…not that you’re not…attractive…or….what have you…because…well, obviously…”John turned away.
“You can’t leave him like that.” Ronon said, following John.
“What do you want me to do, Ronon?”
“You may have to…you know, relieve the situation.”
John shook his head. As aroused as he was, he wasn’t ready for that. “Maybe…maybe that’s what Sam’s for? You know?” John turned, watching as Sam knelt beside Dean, looking up at him with something like adoration.
Ronon came to stand beside him, looking over his shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t have sent Teyla away.”
“What, you’d want her to see this?”
Ronon shook his head. “Maybe she could explain.”
Sam was looking up at them now, distress clear on his features. Dean was pushing Sam away, but Sam clung to him, even as he looked up at John. “Yeah…Okay…let me…let me look.” John went to stand beside Dean. Dean was nearly biting through his lip and if he had the capacity to speak, John was sure he’d be whimpering. His hands hovered over his cock, but couldn’t seem to touch it. “Okay…how bout…if I just…”
John licked his lips and reached out to touch him, tentatively, and Dean shuddered as his hand made contact with his dick. John closed his eyes and nodded. “Okay…I can…do this.”
He glanced up at Ronon, then down at Sam. Dean’s hips jerked forward and John felt his own cock respond, pressing against the inside of his boxers uncomfortably. “Shit.” Dean was rocking steadily into his hand now, but didn’t seem any closer to orgasm than he had been when John started.
“I think he needs more.” Ronon said.
“Thank you for your keen observations, Captain Obvious.” John said. “Okay…let’s…whew…let’s get him over to the bed.” There was no denying his body was capable of doing more. In fact his own cock was nearly as desperate as Dean’s. “I…Dean…you have to know…I didn’t…” How do you tell the man that you just bought that you didn’t really intend for this to happen?
Dean grabbed John’s hand and slapped it behind him, onto Dean’s ass. There was no mistaking the words he mouthed though. “Shut up” and “Fuck me” were all pretty clear.
John nodded. “Yeah…yeah. Okay…” He stood up and pulled off his shirt, looking around for something to use to ease the way. Ronon pulled open a pocket on John’s vest and tossed him some lube. “I forgot that was there.”
“I didn’t.” Ronon said with a smirk.
Dean was on the bed, kneeling, his face already pressed to the bedspread. John set the lube on the bed and started to pull his boots off. Sam picked up the lube and squirted some on his fingers, then moved behind Dean as if this was perfectly normal. Dean’s hips rolled as Sam’s fingers moved into him, penetrating him easily and working the lube in, opening him up as John pulled his pants down. John just stared as Sam worked up to three fingers, then pulled out and stepped aside.
“I’m sorry about this.” John said, even as he was lining up for his first thrust. Dean just grabbed the sheets harder and pushed back.
John couldn’t help but groan as he sank in, and Dean likely would have moaned if he could have. John could feel the vibrations as Dean’s body shook…and then there were the tiny tendrils just under the tender skin, rippling along John’s cock. “Fuck.”
It only took a few seconds for him to forget Ronon and Sam were even there, lost in the heat and tight grip that was Dean. He knew the minute he found the right spot…that deeply buried bundle of nerves. His hand moved around Dean, determined to get them both off now that he’d come this far. Dean’s head came up, back against John’s shoulder as John’s hand circled around his cock, pulling in time to the strokes he made inside Dean with his own cock. “Come on…let’s do this.” John whispered. Okay, not the most romantic…He pulled once more a little harder and that was all it took, Dean was shooting come onto the bed and John was following not far behind.
Dean sank slowly forward onto the mattress and John pulled back, pulled away. Sam was back on his pillow, kneeling. Ronon was across the room, looking pointedly anywhere but at the bed.
John pulled himself together, zipped up his pants. He crossed to the picture window, looking down into the main hall. “Well, this is not what I had in mind.”
Ronon came to stand over him. “You okay?”
John ran a hand over his face. “I guess I have to be, don’t I? At least until we get out of here, get these things off.” He looked out at the lobby. Judging from the change in light slanting through the big windows it was nearly noon. The truth was, he was far from okay. He’d just bought two slaves. He’d just essentially raped one of them. Worse, he knew he’d do it again. Right that minute even. He couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“It was pretty hot.” Ronon whispered.
John gave him a dirty look, then glanced back at where Dean was slowly sitting up, Sam was beside him, petting over him. “So…I’m guessing these things somehow affect their behavior.” John thought how hot Dean would look on his knees, sucking his cock, and damn if Dean didn’t lick his lips and start to stand. John blew out slowly and looked up at Ronon. He had to get this under control. Before he did more damage.
“That would make sense.”
John was lost for a second, then realized what he meant. “Don’t say I told you so.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
He took a deep breath and figured he should try at least to salvage the situation as much as he could. “Okay…Sam, Dean....” He sighed and held his hands out to his side. “We’re kinda stuck here until my team comes back. They left this morning before we came here. They should be back this afternoon, tomorrow at the latest. Until then, we just have to make the best of this.”
Dean’s face was a growl John could nearly hear, then Sam was off the bed and scurrying to where the pad of paper and pen had been forgotten. He handed them to Dean. Dean scribbled and held up the paper. “WTF?”
John parsed out what the initials meant then nodded. “As near as we can figure, the…bands are…somehow controlling some of your behavior.” He rubbed his left hand over his right wrist. He could almost feel it responding to him, pulsing lightly. “Now…now…” He held up his hands as Dean stood, fuming. “I’m sure we can get them off. My team has the best resources in two galaxies. Not to mention the ancient database…In the mean time…we just have to stay calm.”
“Calm?” Dean wrote, his face clearly indicating anything but calm.
“Yes. Calm. Apparently our translation of what was happening was less than accurate. It happens. I’m sorry.” Except that parts of him really weren’t sorry, and that much was evident by the way he was already thinking about what would happen if they couldn’t remove the devices. The image of Dean on his knees came again and before John could say anything, he was. On his knees. In front of John. There was shock on his face, and John imagined his own looked the same.
Sam was at his side instantly, a hand on his head. John couldn’t help but notice the boy was hard. Which led to totally different images. Ones of Sam on his knees, licking Dean clean…sucking come off his skin…out of his ass…
Ronon cleared his throat and John opened his eyes, not realizing he’d closed them. Ronon’s hand was on John’s back. Hot. Searing. John shook his head and stepped back away from Dean. This was so many kinds of wrong, John was pretty sure they’d have to invent new words for it.
He took a deep breath and willed his mind to steer away from sex all together. They had a problem. They needed to deal with the problem. “Okay. Why don’t you boys…sit on the couch…I’ll sit…over there…and I’ll tell you what I can in the meantime.”
Several hours passed with only brief moments of discomfort as John filled Sam and Dean in on the basics of where they found themselves and Dean did his best to explain how he and Sam came to be there, on the pad of paper, exchanging meaningful glances with Sam while they answered questions. John got the impression he wasn’t getting the whole story.
“Mirror?” John asked, looking at the word on the paper. Dean shrugged. He scribbled some more and held up the pad. “You found a big mirror and you touched it, and ended up in a cave?” John frowned.
Sam grabbed the paper and the pencil and started to sketch, though Dean tried to take them away, gesturing at Sam’s broken arm. Sam leaned away and kept drawing, though John could see the pain it caused. After a few minutes, Sam had drawn the ornate mirror they’d found…the one that brought them here.
“Is that familiar?” Ronon asked as John frowned.
“Maybe.”
The knock on the door startled all of them and John stood as the woman swept in, all smiles. “Is good?”
John nodded distractedly. “Yeah…we’re fine.”
“I come test har.” She held out a device and gestured for Dean to stand. He looked at John who shrugged. Dean looked annoyed as he stood, still naked…beautiful really. Dean’s eyes wandered toward John as she waved it over him and made a strange sound through her teeth. “Best har. Never this much. Hafine is good for Emir. Very good.”
John inhaled sharply, very aware that Dean was hard. Again. It made the fourth or fifth time in the last few hours. He was also painfully aware that he had about a half dozen ideas about what to do about it.
The woman seemed very pleased with herself as she pressed a finger against her wrist and several men came in bearing food on trays. “Meal to you. Yes. Good. Much good.”
Only moments later she was gone again and John looked from the closed door to Ronon, then to Dean. He shrugged and settled back onto the pile of pillows he’d been sitting on, watching as Sam filled a plate with food and gave it to Dean. Judging from the perplexed look on Dean’s face as he stared at Sam, this wasn’t something Sam did normally.
Sam looked up at him, and kind of cocked his head, then started filling another plate, standing and coming to kneel beside John, holding up the plate in offering.
“Um…thank you?” John said, smiling and looking down at the plate. He was surprised to find Sam had chosen only the local delicacies John actually liked, but more surprised by the flush of pleasure the simple gesture gave him. “But not necessary.”
“I think maybe it is.” Ronon said, directing John’s eyes back to Sam who seemed to be waiting for John.
Sam looked at Ronon, then back at John, a question in his eyes. John shook his head, clasping his free hand to Sam’s shoulder, hoping it was comforting…reassurance. “No. Feed yourself.” John glanced at Ronon with a smile. “Ronon’s a big boy.”
Ronon snorted and reached for a plate and John’s eyes snapped back to Dean’s. He was clearly not pleased as they watched Sam fill a plate for himself and settle to a spot on the floor at Dean’s knee.
Dean stared at Sam’s head, and John figured this behavior was clearly not normal. Sam looked up as he felt eyes, looking at John, Ronon…then up to Dean, his face blushing.
The quiet got weird, awkward and heavy with a need to do something. But John didn’t want to think about the something they could do. Not when there were cherry-like fruits that looked like they were the perfect size for Dean’s belly button…or that honey stuff…that would look so pretty on his nipples…
John shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “When Teyla and Rodney come back, we’ll get a better explanation, and figure out what we need to do.” John said.
Dean just glared back, one hand falling absent mindedly on Sam’s shoulder.
It was getting to be too much. With Dean there, naked, and hard every time John thought the slightest thing about sex. Even if it was about Ronon. John found himself moving as far away from the boys as he could, because the stimulation was going to drive him to…well…things he didn’t want to do, except that he did.
They were asleep now, on the bed. Dean’s head on Sam’s shoulder. John had insisted on giving Sam a pain killer when the kid had tears in his eyes after bumping the arm. Dean had originally crawled in beside Sam to comfort him, but in the end it was Dean who ended up on the receiving end, cradled to Sam’s side.
It had been hours. It would be evening meal soon. John wasn’t looking forward to spending the night here. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself. John’s radio gave an indication that his team was returning, a vague crackling sound giving way to Teyla’s voice. “Colonel Sheppard, this is Teyla.”
John reached behind him for the radio, looking up as Sam’s head lifted from the pillow. “Go ahead Teyla.”
“We are in orbit over the planet.”
“Good. We’re guests of the Village Emir. I need you to do some translating.”
“I am certain that Dr. McKay and Major Lorne can handle the delivery. I will make my way into the village as soon as we land.”
John stood, nervous now, because he was beginning to believe that he wasn’t going to like what he’d learn once Teyla began translating. “There. Now…we’ll get to the bottom of this.” Sam stirred, then seemed to realize Dean was curled up next to him and settled back to the bed, his hand holding to Dean’s shoulder.
John swallowed and looked away. Sam had huge hands. He was fairly certain Dean was awake now.
Sam watched the goings on around him, half concerned, half convinced he’d gone completely crazy. Dean was unhappy. Sam was acutely aware of how unhappy. He’d always been highly attuned to his brother, but this was something else. Something more.
He had a vague idea that it had something to do with the collars. The har…the woman had called them that. It had him doing things. The whole thing with the food. It just…felt right. And when Sheppard had smiled Sam had felt pleasure. It was as if his body knew things his mind hadn’t caught on to yet. He had no idea why he knelt beside Dean before, only that it felt good. It felt like where he was supposed to be.
And if he could never take his hands off his brother, he’d be perfectly content the rest of his life.
Colonel Sheppard was near the door with the new comer, a woman he called Teyla and the woman who had brought the har. They were animated, and Shepard was…perplexed, embarrassed even. Sam wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he did, even though he couldn’t hear them.
Dean was dressed now…after a fashion. Sheppard had insisted he be given clothes. He was in the same gauzy white pants that Sam wore and they’d both been given shirts of the same material and sandals, though neither of them had put them on yet. Sam felt every time Sheppard looked at Dean, felt the rush of arousal that flowed in to Dean.
More than that, he was starting to get impressions of what exactly it was Sheppard was thinking. And it should be disturbing how much that turned him on….should bother him to think of his brother like that…if not because Dean was his brother, than because Dean really didn’t have a say in things.
They sat side by side on the soft couch with the one called Ronon near them. Sam recognized the look, the posture. He was there to protect them, though at this point Sam couldn’t begin to imagine what they’re being protected from.
Sam’s eyes skirted over Ronon. It was actually the Colonel that Ronon was protective over, and that kind of seemed to include him and Dean now. Ronon looked comfortable, relaxed, but Sam could see the difference, understood the way his eyes moved around the room, followed Sheppard’s head. It reminded him of Dean.
He looked to Dean and shook his head lightly. Sheppard had given him something for the pain in his arm and while he’d slept most of it off, it had him a little looser than he probably should be, given the situation. He moved a hand onto Dean’s knee.
He could feel his brother’s eyes and the questions burning in them. Any other place, Dean would be shoving him away, demanding to know what Sam thought he was doing. But even as Dean stared at him, his body accepted the attention of Sam’s hands, his legs falling open a little.
Of course, Dean wouldn’t be happy, wouldn’t understand. He’d been violated…and Sam had helped, had willingly stepped in to make it easier on him…and touched him in places brother’s don’t touch one another, in ways that brother’s don’t think about…don’t fantasize about…except that Sam had…for years.
They would be leaving soon. Sheppard wanted them dressed. Sam squinted in his direction, but slipped to the floor and reached for Dean’s sandals, lifting one of Dean’s feet. Dean’s hands batted him away and Sam fell back, confused. He watched as Dean fumbled with the unfamiliar shoe, managing to get it secured, more or less while Sam put his own on.
“We’re leaving. Ronon, get our gear.” Sam looked up and the Colonel’s face was red, his lips a tight line. He was upset. He was really upset. And then he was pulling his vest on.
Sheppard was not amused. Dean wasn’t happy. At the moment Ronon and Sam seemed to be the only ones adjusting to this…situation. Dean stood and helped Sam up, his hand resting on the small of Sam’s back in true big brother fashion.
Sam pulled his shirt on and looked from Dean to Sheppard, then to Teyla as she came toward them.
If Sheppard was unhappy, Teyla was angry, judging just from the look on her face. She paused in front of them, a tight smile on her face. “If you will follow me, Sam, Dean.”
Sam and Dean glanced at Sheppard. He sighed, aggravated, his face pinched in frustration. Sam tried to see past it to see the source of the feeling, but the…link…between them obviously didn’t work that way.
They weren’t going to tell them more, Sam could tell. At least not now. Not here. Dean seethed beside him, but stepped forward when Teyla moved away. Sam fell into step beside him, following Teyla out into the hall and out through the ornate lobby.
The one called Rodney was leaning against…what Sam supposed they were calling the Jumper. Sam remembered him from that first day, in the tent. The one with the Wranglers, though Sam couldn’t see him in jeans…he seemed more the tweed jacket and loafers type. Another man was sitting on the ramp leading into the vehicle.
“Rodney, Major Lorne, I have brought our guests. This is Sam and this is Dean.” Teyla said with a smile for the boys. “This is Doctor Rodney McKay, and Major Lorne.”
McKay looked nervous, wiping his hands on his legs before holding one of them out. Dean looked at it and very slowly lifted his hand to grasp Rodney’s. “Welcome, I guess. Not the best circumstances of course, but at least no one’s shooting at us.” He smiled and let go of Dean’s hand with a squeeze. “I ah…I realize you’ve been through a lot, but I have a hundred questions. Not the least of which is how you got here? Where’d you come from?”
“Shut up Rodney.” Sheppard said as he swept by and into the ship. “Everybody in. We’re headed home.”
“He’s in a mood.” Rodney said as he followed, and Teyla smiled tightly. “I mean, these are important questions. If they got here, can someone else get back? Sheppard, have you even thought about that?” Rodney followed Sheppard into the jumper…his voice trailing off.
“Please.” She gestured into the ship and Sam felt a wave of fear roll off of Dean. Okay, that was an understatement. Dean looked up, into the blue of the sky, then stepped backward, his body bumping into Sam and for a moment, Sam couldn’t breathe for the fear. His stomach seized up.
He slipped his hand into Dean’s and squeezed. Flying was not ever something Dean was comfortable with. Sam had never realized how bad it was though. He tried to project peace and calm toward him, but wasn’t sure if Dean felt it.
Sheppard’s voice came to them then. “What’s taking so long? I said in the damn jumper!”
Dean’s first steps were still hesitant, but the order was implicit, psychically as well as verbally. Sam saw Dean’s face set with determination and he let go of Sam’s hand before taking three long strides into the jumper. Sam followed, with Ronon bringing up the rear in a bit of a sprint.
Teyla showed them where to sit. Sam watched his brother as the door shut and the jumper shuddered, coming to life. Dean tensed as they lifted off the ground. He’d have been cussing under his breath if he had a voice. Sam reached for his hand, but Dean pulled away. Sweat covered his face and his hands were shaking.
He was freaking out. Sam could feel it, though he still thought that was crazy. They were moving pretty good and Sam’s eyes were pulled to the front as they broke atmosphere. Dean grabbed Sam’s knee, squeezing hard.
Sam petted down Dean’s arm in a calming motion. This entire thing was too surreal…he wasn’t sure he’d actually believed “other planet”, let alone “other galaxy” but now…now he was forced to consider that either they really were a million light years from everything they knew, or he was having a psychotic break.
Considering that this insanity had handed him one of his fantasies on a silver platter, Sam was forced to give the whole psychotic break idea a certain credence.
Not that he’d ever voiced those fantasies. Dean would never…because brothers just didn’t…Sam looked up at Dean. His green eyes were filled with panic and his grip on Sam’s knee was painful. He wanted to talk to him…to whisper soft words of comfort. Then a thought occurred to him. He should be able to make noises that didn’t come from his vocal chords. “Shhh.”
It startled him and Dean both, and Sheppard turned sharply, before whipping back around to adjust something.
“Is he okay?” McKay asked, turning in his seat. Sam scowled at him. Of course Dean wasn’t okay, did he look okay? “He doesn’t look okay.” McKay said, looking now to Sheppard. “He’s not going to throw up is he? Cause I can’t be responsible for—“
“Rodney!” Sheppard’s voice was filled with exasperation.
The major touched Sheppard’s arm and pointed back at Dean. Sam couldn’t hear what he said, but got the impression that he was shocked by whatever it was. He got up, which only made Dean’s panic ratchet up a notch or five.
He pried Dean’s fingers loose from his knee and weaved their fingers together, squeezing to let him know it was okay.
“It’s okay. Lorne’s flying.” Sheppard said, breathing deep. “I don’t know how to help, Dean. I get that you’re afraid. But it’s a real short flight, okay.”
Sam shook his head. Sheppard wasn’t beginning to get through. His jaw clenched tight and he glanced at Teyla. “Mayana said that you could affect them, their state of mind.” It was obvious even to Sam that Teyla didn’t like that idea.
John blew out a long breath and closed his eyes. It took a few minutes, but Sam could feel Dean relax. A little. Then a little more. Sheppard’s eyes opened and he leaned forward without touching either of them. “We’ll work on it.”
Sam felt Dean’s hand loosened in his and he nodded at Sam to say he was okay. Sheppard went back to the front, sliding into his seat. “Let them know we’re coming.” Sheppard murmured as he punched buttons on the console between him and Lorne. Sam looked up and out the front, his eyes widening as the circle that hung above the planet lit up and what appeared to be water swooshed through it. It looked like they were heading right for it.
Dean’s hand tightened on his, and his lips were moving, his heart racing. Not like before…but Sam was sure that was Metallica he was mouthing.
“Colonel Sheppard this is Atlantis.”
“Sheppard, go ahead Elizabeth.”
“I want to see you as soon as you land.”
“I’m not surprised. I need to see our guests to the infirmary.”
“Carson will meet you in the jumper bay. I want you in my office. Immediately.”
“Yes ma’am.” Sheppard turned to look at them, his eyebrows raising. “I think she’s angry.” He looked at Rodney with an accusation on his face. “What did you tell her?”
“That you were busy buying slaves.” Rodney answered, glancing back at Sam with an apologetic shrug.
“Great.” Then they were moving into the ring…into the…water…and emerging on the other side.
Sam got a brief impression of some sort of control room, then the ship was moving up and away and Sheppard was turning to face them. “Auto-docking. Don’t worry about it. Everything’s going to be okay.”
Ronon snorted and John looked at him pointedly. “When we’re down, I’ll introduce you to our senior doctor. We have the best doctors. He’ll take you down to the infirmary and look you both over…run some tests, take care of your arm. I’ll come get you when I’m done with Dr. Weir.”
Ronon snorted again and stood up. “She sounded pissed. It could take a while.”
“Never mind him.”
The door opened and Teyla and Lorne preceded the others out. Sam squeezed Dean’s hand and he nodded very stiffly. Sheppard put a hand on Dean’s shoulder, and Sam felt a wave of…need from his brother, accompanied by an image of Sam on his knees and Dean…Sheppard blushed as if he knew that Sam had seen and pulled away. “We’ll find a way. Take care of this, and get you boys home.”
“Yeah, that’s right. Don’t ask if I can fix it, just assume I can.” Rodney said.
“You always do.” John countered.
“You shouldn’t make promises.” Rodney said as he brushed by them.
John sighed and gestured to the ramp, keeping space between himself and Dean. Sam nodded and stood, drawing Dean with him. Dean didn’t fight or try to pull his hand free, just followed Sam. A small knot of people were waiting for them. “Dr. Carson Beckett, this is Sam.” Sheppard gestured at him. “We think the arm is broken. This here is Dean. They’ve both been fitted with devices that make it so they can’t talk, and these…collars.”
As he said the word, Sam noticed that he could suddenly see Dean’s, like a tattoo around his throat. Sheppard cocked his head and pointed. Sam stared, his good hand rising to his own throat, wondering if his could be seen too. Strange how the thought of it went straight to his cock, even as it made him blush with embarrassment.
“Yeah…those.” Sheppard looked at his own wrist and it’s tattoo like device. Carson’s fingers ran over it, then he turned his attention to Sam and Dean.
“Welcome to Atlantis, lads.” Beckett said in a Scottish accent, his voice soft and oddly comforting. “I’m sure this is all very confusing for you. Let’s see if we can’t deal with the immediate needs, okay?”
Sam looked to Sheppard who nodded, then to Dean.
“You boys go. I’ll be along once I’ve explained things to Elizabeth.”
“I’m going to want to see that wrist of yours too, Colonel Sheppard.” Carson said.
Dean was starting to find his footing again, Sam could tell. He let go of Sam’s hand and nodded in echo of Sheppard. Dean took the lead as they followed Beckett out of the hangar. Sam fell into step behind him, just as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“What were you thinking, John?” Elizabeth asked as the door closed behind him, keeping the rest of his team outside for the moment. “No, scratch that. I don’t want to know.”
John held his hands out in a placating motion. “I couldn’t very well just leave them there, Elizabeth.”
She sat and looked up, some of the fire draining from her face, now that they were back safe and they could deal with it. “You’re sure they’re from Earth?”
“The jeans, t-shirts…Converse sneakers. Kansas, Elizabeth. They’re from Kansas.” He sat and leaned forward. “They were going to be separated and sold, one way or another. If we weren’t there, we would never have known.”
“How did they get here?”
John shook his head, then pulled a piece of paper out of his vest. “Sam drew this. From what I got, they found it and it brought them here.”
Elizabeth took the picture and held it up, squinting at it. “Is this what I think it is?”
John shrugged. “Their description sounded like a quantum mirror. That they found.”
“Found?”
John sighed. “We won’t get more info until they get their voices back.”
“I get the impression that there’s information here you aren’t telling me.”
“If we’re done with the yelling at me part of the debriefing, I’d like to get Teyla and Rodney in on the conversation.”
She nodded and beckoned them in. “So we’re believing that this…” she held up the picture of the mirror, “is what brought them to Pegasus?”
“According to Dean, they found a large mirror in a warehouse. He touched it while Sam was touching his back. Then they were in the cave, which is where Sam fell.”
Rodney picked up the paper. “Is this…” He frowned at it, then shrugged. “It could be a quantum mirror…but, they tend to cross dimensions, not galaxies. Although Carter had some interesting theories…totally unexplored…”
“Rodney?” He looked up and shrugged.
“I’d need to see it.”
“Well that’s not going to happen.” John said, looking to Teyla for confirmation.
“No, it is not.” She turned to Elizabeth. “The cave is in a forbidden region. It is guarded and inaccessible. It has been so for generations.”
John’s knee bounced nervously. “It’s probably a cache of ancient technology.” John said, standing, pacing. He needed to go. Needed to…be with Dean. “I should get back to them. They’re probably flipping out. And Rodney, I need you to figure out the damn…collars.” John’s left hand wrapped around his right wrist and caressed over it.
“Collars?” Elizabeth stood and John blushed, his heart racing. He wasn’t ready for her to know all the messy details. He looked up at Ronon…almost groaning when the big man licked his lips.
“Yeah…It was the strangest thing. They called them…har.” John held up his hand and his wrist darkened, showing the outline of the device. “They absorb into the skin. I…don’t know. We haven’t figured the whole thing out yet.”
Elizabeth grabbed his hand and ran a finger over the wrist. “You let them put this thing on you without knowing what it was?”
“I’m afraid that part is my fault, Dr. Weir.” Teyla said. “My translation of this…device was incomplete at best. I did not understand the har, and what it would do. To the best of my ability to understand, the har is…purpose.”
She stood to join them, crossing her arms. “The Sagare, as a people, have no penal system. All criminal behavior is seen as a need. The person who violates their law is then…tested and given a purpose…the har…and sold to serve the community by fulfilling their har.”
“And what is the purpose assigned these two?” Elizabeth asked, looking at John.
John blushed. “Ah. Yeah. Dean is…well my personal…assistant.”
Ronon cleared his throat and John glared at him with raised eyebrows. It was bad enough that Teyla knew exactly what that meant. He wasn’t ready for Elizabeth or for that matter, Rodney, to know. “Sam…I’m not sure I get the whole thing, but he takes care of Dean.”
“I don’t like this John.”
“That makes two of us Elizabeth, but I had to get them out of there before they sold them off to someone else, and I didn’t think we needed more enemies.”
“So you bought them.”
John inhaled deeply and drew himself up. “No. I traded medical supplies for their freedom.”
Rodney snorted. “Some freedom.”
“We’ll figure it out.” John said, turning his frustrated glare on the scientist.
“You mean I will.” Rodney crossed his arms and muttered something about the price of being brilliant.
“Yeah. You. So get busy.” John licked his lips nervously. “I mean…you can, right? You can fix it?”
“I don’t know, Colonel.” Rodney was already reaching for his laptop though. “I’ll need to see Carson’s report on the devices…and I’ll check the Ancient’s database, see if I can find something.” He started typing, then looked up. “It’s going to take a while.”
“Okay. John, you go to the infirmary and have Carson check you over. Rodney—“
“Colonel Sheppard.” Carson’s voice cut in over the communications system.
“Yeah, Carson?”
“I think you better get down here right away.”
“Is everything okay?”
“No…hurry.”
“On my way.” He tossed an apologetic look at Elizabeth and bolted from the room, headed toward the infirmary at a run with Ronon and Elizabeth on his tail. He flew into the room and came to a dead stop as Carson came toward him. “Carson?”
“I can’t explain it.” Carson glanced aside at the instrument his nurse was holding and nodded. “He was just fine, then he collapsed. Now he’s fine again.” He rubbed at the back of his neck and turned to an approaching doctor, taking the chart from her. “It makes no sense.”
John pushed past Carson, drawn to where Dean was laying on a bed. His face was pale, a little green around the edges…looked like he would be sick at any moment, but as John came closer Dean’s coloring improved. “You okay?”
Dean nodded. John glanced at Sam in the next bed. He seemed to be fine, other than an obvious concern for Dean. A nurse was unwrapping his arm and he winced. “So…whatever this was, it was just Dean?”
Carson nodded, looking up at Elizabeth. John looked her way too, but his concern was all for Dean. He stepped even closer to the bed and Dean sat up, squinting at John. He reached out and put a hand on Dean’s shoulder in reassurance.
“How you feeling now?”
Dean rolled his eyes, pissy attitude back in place, then his eyes snapped to Elizabeth, a question in their green depths. “Oh, yeah. Dean, Sam…this is Dr. Elizabeth Weir.”
Elizabeth stepped closer and held out her hand. “Welcome to Atlantis. John.” Her eyebrow was raised nearly off her face as she stepped back. John squeezed Dean’s shoulder and followed her over to Carson.
“I’ve only just started my examination, but the young man has a pretty severe break in the arm and a sizeable concussion. I’m going to want to keep him here at least overnight.”
“What about the other stuff, the collars?” John asked, hands on his hips
“I haven’t started. Give me a few hours with them.”
“What about John?” Elizabeth asked, concern coloring her face.
Carson reached for the wrist. “Aye, I’ll need to examine this too. Is it affecting your behavior at all?”
John blushed a little, but he wasn’t going to tell Carson that he thought it was making him extraordinarily horny, especially not in front of Elizabeth. “Other than the fact that it seems to transfer thoughts about things I need to them?” John asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
“Aye, other than that.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll start with them. We’re going to have to set that arm. Whoever treated him didn’t do a very good job.”
John shook his head. “I don’t think they were concerned with it healing. From what Teyla said, they didn’t expect him to live long.”
Carson frowned at him. “Why do you say that?”
John shrugged and looked at Elizabeth, then noticed that Ronon was standing next to Dean’s bed. Dean looked irritated. Pissed. “I don’t know. I don’t think they elaborated.”
Dean was snapping his fingers at them and John went to him. Dean pointed sharply at Sam. “What?” John asked, then sighed, fishing out the pad of paper and handing it to Dean.
“Is Sam okay?” John looked over his shoulder at Carson, then nodded. “I’m sure he’s fine, Dean. I know this is frustrating.”
Dean scribbled on the pad. “Just be patient. Carson’s doing his best. I’m sure this will be over soon.” He wasn’t actually sure of anything…other than the fact that he was really horny. He wanted to drag Ronon into the quarantine room and…Dean grabbed his arm and John blinked. “Oh. Sorry.”
“What about their voices, Carson?” Elizabeth asked as they approached.
“I don’t know yet. I was going to start my examination of Dean when he collapsed.”
“I’d like to be able to talk with them about how they got here, soon.”
“Aye, Elizabeth. Colonel Sheppard, I suggest you get comfortable.”
John sighed and started removing his vest. They needed to find rooms for them, get them settled in, get them some clothes. Figure out their next move. John was not looking forward to explaining to anyone exactly what sort of assistant Dean was meant to be. Or that he had…fucked him. Or that he totally wanted to again. He could almost feel Dean’s skin under his hands, and his cock was stirring at the sensation.
If he closed his eyes he could feel Dean’s hands on his skin, his lips on his cock. “Damn.” John groaned and turned away, hiding his instant erection behind his vest.
“John?” Elizabeth pressed closer, her concern almost palpable.
“I’m okay, Elizabeth. Just…tired.”
Dean chuckled soundlessly. John could feel it. At least he made the guy feel better.
“I’ll leave you to it.” Elizabeth said, though the look on her face said that she didn’t buy it. “Keep me informed, Carson.”
“Always, Elizabeth. As soon as I have something.”
John groaned again. “I…I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?” Carson called.
John grabbed Ronon by the arm. “Bathroom. Be right back.”
Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter 2 (Chapter 1)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter) Sam/Dean, John/Dean, Rodney, Teyla, Lorne, Weir, Beckett, hints of John/Ronon (will become Sam/Dean, & Sam/Dean/John/Ronon)
Word Count: 7486 (this chapter)
Rating: NC-17 (here comes the porn! Giggle...yes, I'm twelve)
Summary: John Sheppard receives his new "servant"...only things don't go exactly as he expected. Dean Winchester is not a happy man. Sam is trying to be.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is a bunny "given" to me by
denyce36. I don't know if she knew what she was getting into. Um. So...warnings. This is a slave fic. This is Dean slave fic...nothing like the OTHER slave!Dean fic. This is new and different. This will involve dubious con, and kinky, kinky sex. Yeah. Here. *points*Another knock on the door and the woman was back, and with her came Dean, escorted by five men. John stopped and stared. Dean was naked and his skin gleamed. Leather cuffs adorned his wrists and upper arms, thighs and ankles, but nothing else interrupted the view of skin…and muscle.
Ronon cleared his throat and John dragged his eyes away. Sam was kneeling up, his eyes tracking Dean’s every move. The woman directed the men, who cajoled Dean into moving, standing him beside the table.
“Emir Colonel to come. Har is good. Har is strong.” She held up another of the filmy things and beckoned him with it.
John exhaled slowly and nodded, then stepped in front of Dean. His eyes flashed with emotion and John tried to look as sincere as possible. “I need you to trust me, just a little longer, okay Dean?” John said as quietly as he could. Those eyes got bigger and John nodded. “Sam told me. It’s okay. I’m just trying to get us all out of here in one piece, okay? They won’t let us just walk out; we have to do this their way. This is gonna feel…funny.”
John lifted the film from the woman’s hands and settled it around Dean’s neck. It did its thing, and Dean swayed on his feet. John reached out a hand to steady him and felt a wave of arousal sweep through him. He gasped a bit and stepped back, but it was obvious he wasn’t alone in the feeling.
“See? Good har,” the woman said, a pleased smile on her face. She held up yet another piece, smaller, shorter.
“What’s that one for?” John asked.
“Har-pe.” She indicated Dean’s groin with her free hand.
“What?”
“To go apeh.” She pointed again and this time it was Dean who reacted, holding up both hands and taking a step back away from John, until two of his escort caught him.
“Okay, let’s everyone calm down.” John said, as much for himself as the rest of the room. He was suddenly aware of Sam beside him, hovering over him. He glanced up and the kid’s face was…distressed, but his eyes were only on Dean.
Sam raised both hands, stepping between John and Dean, resting his hands on Dean’s shoulders. John could see Dean’s face relax. Sam’s hands slid down Dean’s torso, to his hips and rested there for a minute. John exhaled slowly, hoping the kid could keep him calm, so that they could all get out of there.
Sam was pressing soft kisses to the side of Dean’s neck, which seemed to calm him…then not, judging by the way Dean shoved Sam. Sam wouldn’t be pushed away though, and his hand seemed to soothe Dean as Sam went to his knee, his hand stroking over Dean’s stomach and down to his thighs.
John arched an eyebrow as Dean’s body seemed to respond, his cock hardening a little more, then Sam looked up at John in expectation and John looked down at the filmy piece of technology that was suddenly in his hands. “Okay…when we get back to Atlantis, Rodney will fix everything. It’s going to be fine.”
He took a step closer, willing Dean to just relax and close his eyes. To John’s surprise, he seemed to do just that. John swallowed and stepped still closer, close enough now. He reached out slowly, sparing a glance at Ronon, who seemed far too amused by the whole show, then at the woman who smiled at him. “Yeah, right. Here goes nothing.”
He settled the film at the base of Dean’s cock, and Sam set one hand on Dean’s back to steady him as it came to life and started its melding process.
“Is good. Har to first. I come back after. Test. Adjust. Make perfect.” Then the woman was gone, taking the men with her, leaving Sam and Dean and John and Ronon.
Dean’s eyes were still closed, the ring around his cock taking far longer to mesh into his skin than the others. John found he couldn’t take his eyes off it. He couldn’t deny Dean was…John’s mouth dropped as tiny tendrils rose up out of the cock ring, sliding along the length, up onto his belly, down, under, around…moving along and then under the skin. Dean’s eyes shot open and Sam sat down hard.
Dean’s hands tried to stop them, pinching at his skin, and John saw it on his face the minute they met and invaded his ass. John turned Dean quickly, but there was nothing he could do.
Dean grabbed the wall and held on as the tendrils rippled under his skin, two around his waist and down into his ass, two more up under his cock, lifting and separating his balls and then into him. They moved…rippling in and out…and Dean’s hands clenched into fists…it was almost like they were…
“Hey…you okay? Look at me.”
Dean’s face came up, but his eyes fluttered closed…and that…John knew that look. It was arousal. He reached out, touched Dean’s arm. That was a mistake, the nakedness, the arousal…and the fact that John hadn’t gotten laid in almost a week…he was hard and horny and…
He pulled Dean up and kissed him…it was strange and awkward, but after only a second, Dean’s mouth was open and giving beneath his. Dean fell flush against him, his hard cock pressing against John’s, separated only by John’s clothing.
It took a minute for John to find himself and he pulled back almost forcibly, as if it was the last thing he wanted to do. “Whoa. That…I – I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
But Dean wasn’t concerned with his apology, his chest heaved and his cock was leaking, his hands cupped around it.
“I think I do.” Ronon said, coming closer. “I think you’re supposed to…you know?”
“What? No. I can’t…I mean…not that you’re not…attractive…or….what have you…because…well, obviously…”John turned away.
“You can’t leave him like that.” Ronon said, following John.
“What do you want me to do, Ronon?”
“You may have to…you know, relieve the situation.”
John shook his head. As aroused as he was, he wasn’t ready for that. “Maybe…maybe that’s what Sam’s for? You know?” John turned, watching as Sam knelt beside Dean, looking up at him with something like adoration.
Ronon came to stand beside him, looking over his shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t have sent Teyla away.”
“What, you’d want her to see this?”
Ronon shook his head. “Maybe she could explain.”
Sam was looking up at them now, distress clear on his features. Dean was pushing Sam away, but Sam clung to him, even as he looked up at John. “Yeah…Okay…let me…let me look.” John went to stand beside Dean. Dean was nearly biting through his lip and if he had the capacity to speak, John was sure he’d be whimpering. His hands hovered over his cock, but couldn’t seem to touch it. “Okay…how bout…if I just…”
John licked his lips and reached out to touch him, tentatively, and Dean shuddered as his hand made contact with his dick. John closed his eyes and nodded. “Okay…I can…do this.”
He glanced up at Ronon, then down at Sam. Dean’s hips jerked forward and John felt his own cock respond, pressing against the inside of his boxers uncomfortably. “Shit.” Dean was rocking steadily into his hand now, but didn’t seem any closer to orgasm than he had been when John started.
“I think he needs more.” Ronon said.
“Thank you for your keen observations, Captain Obvious.” John said. “Okay…let’s…whew…let’s get him over to the bed.” There was no denying his body was capable of doing more. In fact his own cock was nearly as desperate as Dean’s. “I…Dean…you have to know…I didn’t…” How do you tell the man that you just bought that you didn’t really intend for this to happen?
Dean grabbed John’s hand and slapped it behind him, onto Dean’s ass. There was no mistaking the words he mouthed though. “Shut up” and “Fuck me” were all pretty clear.
John nodded. “Yeah…yeah. Okay…” He stood up and pulled off his shirt, looking around for something to use to ease the way. Ronon pulled open a pocket on John’s vest and tossed him some lube. “I forgot that was there.”
“I didn’t.” Ronon said with a smirk.
Dean was on the bed, kneeling, his face already pressed to the bedspread. John set the lube on the bed and started to pull his boots off. Sam picked up the lube and squirted some on his fingers, then moved behind Dean as if this was perfectly normal. Dean’s hips rolled as Sam’s fingers moved into him, penetrating him easily and working the lube in, opening him up as John pulled his pants down. John just stared as Sam worked up to three fingers, then pulled out and stepped aside.
“I’m sorry about this.” John said, even as he was lining up for his first thrust. Dean just grabbed the sheets harder and pushed back.
John couldn’t help but groan as he sank in, and Dean likely would have moaned if he could have. John could feel the vibrations as Dean’s body shook…and then there were the tiny tendrils just under the tender skin, rippling along John’s cock. “Fuck.”
It only took a few seconds for him to forget Ronon and Sam were even there, lost in the heat and tight grip that was Dean. He knew the minute he found the right spot…that deeply buried bundle of nerves. His hand moved around Dean, determined to get them both off now that he’d come this far. Dean’s head came up, back against John’s shoulder as John’s hand circled around his cock, pulling in time to the strokes he made inside Dean with his own cock. “Come on…let’s do this.” John whispered. Okay, not the most romantic…He pulled once more a little harder and that was all it took, Dean was shooting come onto the bed and John was following not far behind.
Dean sank slowly forward onto the mattress and John pulled back, pulled away. Sam was back on his pillow, kneeling. Ronon was across the room, looking pointedly anywhere but at the bed.
John pulled himself together, zipped up his pants. He crossed to the picture window, looking down into the main hall. “Well, this is not what I had in mind.”
Ronon came to stand over him. “You okay?”
John ran a hand over his face. “I guess I have to be, don’t I? At least until we get out of here, get these things off.” He looked out at the lobby. Judging from the change in light slanting through the big windows it was nearly noon. The truth was, he was far from okay. He’d just bought two slaves. He’d just essentially raped one of them. Worse, he knew he’d do it again. Right that minute even. He couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“It was pretty hot.” Ronon whispered.
John gave him a dirty look, then glanced back at where Dean was slowly sitting up, Sam was beside him, petting over him. “So…I’m guessing these things somehow affect their behavior.” John thought how hot Dean would look on his knees, sucking his cock, and damn if Dean didn’t lick his lips and start to stand. John blew out slowly and looked up at Ronon. He had to get this under control. Before he did more damage.
“That would make sense.”
John was lost for a second, then realized what he meant. “Don’t say I told you so.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
He took a deep breath and figured he should try at least to salvage the situation as much as he could. “Okay…Sam, Dean....” He sighed and held his hands out to his side. “We’re kinda stuck here until my team comes back. They left this morning before we came here. They should be back this afternoon, tomorrow at the latest. Until then, we just have to make the best of this.”
Dean’s face was a growl John could nearly hear, then Sam was off the bed and scurrying to where the pad of paper and pen had been forgotten. He handed them to Dean. Dean scribbled and held up the paper. “WTF?”
John parsed out what the initials meant then nodded. “As near as we can figure, the…bands are…somehow controlling some of your behavior.” He rubbed his left hand over his right wrist. He could almost feel it responding to him, pulsing lightly. “Now…now…” He held up his hands as Dean stood, fuming. “I’m sure we can get them off. My team has the best resources in two galaxies. Not to mention the ancient database…In the mean time…we just have to stay calm.”
“Calm?” Dean wrote, his face clearly indicating anything but calm.
“Yes. Calm. Apparently our translation of what was happening was less than accurate. It happens. I’m sorry.” Except that parts of him really weren’t sorry, and that much was evident by the way he was already thinking about what would happen if they couldn’t remove the devices. The image of Dean on his knees came again and before John could say anything, he was. On his knees. In front of John. There was shock on his face, and John imagined his own looked the same.
Sam was at his side instantly, a hand on his head. John couldn’t help but notice the boy was hard. Which led to totally different images. Ones of Sam on his knees, licking Dean clean…sucking come off his skin…out of his ass…
Ronon cleared his throat and John opened his eyes, not realizing he’d closed them. Ronon’s hand was on John’s back. Hot. Searing. John shook his head and stepped back away from Dean. This was so many kinds of wrong, John was pretty sure they’d have to invent new words for it.
He took a deep breath and willed his mind to steer away from sex all together. They had a problem. They needed to deal with the problem. “Okay. Why don’t you boys…sit on the couch…I’ll sit…over there…and I’ll tell you what I can in the meantime.”
Several hours passed with only brief moments of discomfort as John filled Sam and Dean in on the basics of where they found themselves and Dean did his best to explain how he and Sam came to be there, on the pad of paper, exchanging meaningful glances with Sam while they answered questions. John got the impression he wasn’t getting the whole story.
“Mirror?” John asked, looking at the word on the paper. Dean shrugged. He scribbled some more and held up the pad. “You found a big mirror and you touched it, and ended up in a cave?” John frowned.
Sam grabbed the paper and the pencil and started to sketch, though Dean tried to take them away, gesturing at Sam’s broken arm. Sam leaned away and kept drawing, though John could see the pain it caused. After a few minutes, Sam had drawn the ornate mirror they’d found…the one that brought them here.
“Is that familiar?” Ronon asked as John frowned.
“Maybe.”
The knock on the door startled all of them and John stood as the woman swept in, all smiles. “Is good?”
John nodded distractedly. “Yeah…we’re fine.”
“I come test har.” She held out a device and gestured for Dean to stand. He looked at John who shrugged. Dean looked annoyed as he stood, still naked…beautiful really. Dean’s eyes wandered toward John as she waved it over him and made a strange sound through her teeth. “Best har. Never this much. Hafine is good for Emir. Very good.”
John inhaled sharply, very aware that Dean was hard. Again. It made the fourth or fifth time in the last few hours. He was also painfully aware that he had about a half dozen ideas about what to do about it.
The woman seemed very pleased with herself as she pressed a finger against her wrist and several men came in bearing food on trays. “Meal to you. Yes. Good. Much good.”
Only moments later she was gone again and John looked from the closed door to Ronon, then to Dean. He shrugged and settled back onto the pile of pillows he’d been sitting on, watching as Sam filled a plate with food and gave it to Dean. Judging from the perplexed look on Dean’s face as he stared at Sam, this wasn’t something Sam did normally.
Sam looked up at him, and kind of cocked his head, then started filling another plate, standing and coming to kneel beside John, holding up the plate in offering.
“Um…thank you?” John said, smiling and looking down at the plate. He was surprised to find Sam had chosen only the local delicacies John actually liked, but more surprised by the flush of pleasure the simple gesture gave him. “But not necessary.”
“I think maybe it is.” Ronon said, directing John’s eyes back to Sam who seemed to be waiting for John.
Sam looked at Ronon, then back at John, a question in his eyes. John shook his head, clasping his free hand to Sam’s shoulder, hoping it was comforting…reassurance. “No. Feed yourself.” John glanced at Ronon with a smile. “Ronon’s a big boy.”
Ronon snorted and reached for a plate and John’s eyes snapped back to Dean’s. He was clearly not pleased as they watched Sam fill a plate for himself and settle to a spot on the floor at Dean’s knee.
Dean stared at Sam’s head, and John figured this behavior was clearly not normal. Sam looked up as he felt eyes, looking at John, Ronon…then up to Dean, his face blushing.
The quiet got weird, awkward and heavy with a need to do something. But John didn’t want to think about the something they could do. Not when there were cherry-like fruits that looked like they were the perfect size for Dean’s belly button…or that honey stuff…that would look so pretty on his nipples…
John shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “When Teyla and Rodney come back, we’ll get a better explanation, and figure out what we need to do.” John said.
Dean just glared back, one hand falling absent mindedly on Sam’s shoulder.
It was getting to be too much. With Dean there, naked, and hard every time John thought the slightest thing about sex. Even if it was about Ronon. John found himself moving as far away from the boys as he could, because the stimulation was going to drive him to…well…things he didn’t want to do, except that he did.
They were asleep now, on the bed. Dean’s head on Sam’s shoulder. John had insisted on giving Sam a pain killer when the kid had tears in his eyes after bumping the arm. Dean had originally crawled in beside Sam to comfort him, but in the end it was Dean who ended up on the receiving end, cradled to Sam’s side.
It had been hours. It would be evening meal soon. John wasn’t looking forward to spending the night here. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself. John’s radio gave an indication that his team was returning, a vague crackling sound giving way to Teyla’s voice. “Colonel Sheppard, this is Teyla.”
John reached behind him for the radio, looking up as Sam’s head lifted from the pillow. “Go ahead Teyla.”
“We are in orbit over the planet.”
“Good. We’re guests of the Village Emir. I need you to do some translating.”
“I am certain that Dr. McKay and Major Lorne can handle the delivery. I will make my way into the village as soon as we land.”
John stood, nervous now, because he was beginning to believe that he wasn’t going to like what he’d learn once Teyla began translating. “There. Now…we’ll get to the bottom of this.” Sam stirred, then seemed to realize Dean was curled up next to him and settled back to the bed, his hand holding to Dean’s shoulder.
John swallowed and looked away. Sam had huge hands. He was fairly certain Dean was awake now.
Sam watched the goings on around him, half concerned, half convinced he’d gone completely crazy. Dean was unhappy. Sam was acutely aware of how unhappy. He’d always been highly attuned to his brother, but this was something else. Something more.
He had a vague idea that it had something to do with the collars. The har…the woman had called them that. It had him doing things. The whole thing with the food. It just…felt right. And when Sheppard had smiled Sam had felt pleasure. It was as if his body knew things his mind hadn’t caught on to yet. He had no idea why he knelt beside Dean before, only that it felt good. It felt like where he was supposed to be.
And if he could never take his hands off his brother, he’d be perfectly content the rest of his life.
Colonel Sheppard was near the door with the new comer, a woman he called Teyla and the woman who had brought the har. They were animated, and Shepard was…perplexed, embarrassed even. Sam wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he did, even though he couldn’t hear them.
Dean was dressed now…after a fashion. Sheppard had insisted he be given clothes. He was in the same gauzy white pants that Sam wore and they’d both been given shirts of the same material and sandals, though neither of them had put them on yet. Sam felt every time Sheppard looked at Dean, felt the rush of arousal that flowed in to Dean.
More than that, he was starting to get impressions of what exactly it was Sheppard was thinking. And it should be disturbing how much that turned him on….should bother him to think of his brother like that…if not because Dean was his brother, than because Dean really didn’t have a say in things.
They sat side by side on the soft couch with the one called Ronon near them. Sam recognized the look, the posture. He was there to protect them, though at this point Sam couldn’t begin to imagine what they’re being protected from.
Sam’s eyes skirted over Ronon. It was actually the Colonel that Ronon was protective over, and that kind of seemed to include him and Dean now. Ronon looked comfortable, relaxed, but Sam could see the difference, understood the way his eyes moved around the room, followed Sheppard’s head. It reminded him of Dean.
He looked to Dean and shook his head lightly. Sheppard had given him something for the pain in his arm and while he’d slept most of it off, it had him a little looser than he probably should be, given the situation. He moved a hand onto Dean’s knee.
He could feel his brother’s eyes and the questions burning in them. Any other place, Dean would be shoving him away, demanding to know what Sam thought he was doing. But even as Dean stared at him, his body accepted the attention of Sam’s hands, his legs falling open a little.
Of course, Dean wouldn’t be happy, wouldn’t understand. He’d been violated…and Sam had helped, had willingly stepped in to make it easier on him…and touched him in places brother’s don’t touch one another, in ways that brother’s don’t think about…don’t fantasize about…except that Sam had…for years.
They would be leaving soon. Sheppard wanted them dressed. Sam squinted in his direction, but slipped to the floor and reached for Dean’s sandals, lifting one of Dean’s feet. Dean’s hands batted him away and Sam fell back, confused. He watched as Dean fumbled with the unfamiliar shoe, managing to get it secured, more or less while Sam put his own on.
“We’re leaving. Ronon, get our gear.” Sam looked up and the Colonel’s face was red, his lips a tight line. He was upset. He was really upset. And then he was pulling his vest on.
Sheppard was not amused. Dean wasn’t happy. At the moment Ronon and Sam seemed to be the only ones adjusting to this…situation. Dean stood and helped Sam up, his hand resting on the small of Sam’s back in true big brother fashion.
Sam pulled his shirt on and looked from Dean to Sheppard, then to Teyla as she came toward them.
If Sheppard was unhappy, Teyla was angry, judging just from the look on her face. She paused in front of them, a tight smile on her face. “If you will follow me, Sam, Dean.”
Sam and Dean glanced at Sheppard. He sighed, aggravated, his face pinched in frustration. Sam tried to see past it to see the source of the feeling, but the…link…between them obviously didn’t work that way.
They weren’t going to tell them more, Sam could tell. At least not now. Not here. Dean seethed beside him, but stepped forward when Teyla moved away. Sam fell into step beside him, following Teyla out into the hall and out through the ornate lobby.
The one called Rodney was leaning against…what Sam supposed they were calling the Jumper. Sam remembered him from that first day, in the tent. The one with the Wranglers, though Sam couldn’t see him in jeans…he seemed more the tweed jacket and loafers type. Another man was sitting on the ramp leading into the vehicle.
“Rodney, Major Lorne, I have brought our guests. This is Sam and this is Dean.” Teyla said with a smile for the boys. “This is Doctor Rodney McKay, and Major Lorne.”
McKay looked nervous, wiping his hands on his legs before holding one of them out. Dean looked at it and very slowly lifted his hand to grasp Rodney’s. “Welcome, I guess. Not the best circumstances of course, but at least no one’s shooting at us.” He smiled and let go of Dean’s hand with a squeeze. “I ah…I realize you’ve been through a lot, but I have a hundred questions. Not the least of which is how you got here? Where’d you come from?”
“Shut up Rodney.” Sheppard said as he swept by and into the ship. “Everybody in. We’re headed home.”
“He’s in a mood.” Rodney said as he followed, and Teyla smiled tightly. “I mean, these are important questions. If they got here, can someone else get back? Sheppard, have you even thought about that?” Rodney followed Sheppard into the jumper…his voice trailing off.
“Please.” She gestured into the ship and Sam felt a wave of fear roll off of Dean. Okay, that was an understatement. Dean looked up, into the blue of the sky, then stepped backward, his body bumping into Sam and for a moment, Sam couldn’t breathe for the fear. His stomach seized up.
He slipped his hand into Dean’s and squeezed. Flying was not ever something Dean was comfortable with. Sam had never realized how bad it was though. He tried to project peace and calm toward him, but wasn’t sure if Dean felt it.
Sheppard’s voice came to them then. “What’s taking so long? I said in the damn jumper!”
Dean’s first steps were still hesitant, but the order was implicit, psychically as well as verbally. Sam saw Dean’s face set with determination and he let go of Sam’s hand before taking three long strides into the jumper. Sam followed, with Ronon bringing up the rear in a bit of a sprint.
Teyla showed them where to sit. Sam watched his brother as the door shut and the jumper shuddered, coming to life. Dean tensed as they lifted off the ground. He’d have been cussing under his breath if he had a voice. Sam reached for his hand, but Dean pulled away. Sweat covered his face and his hands were shaking.
He was freaking out. Sam could feel it, though he still thought that was crazy. They were moving pretty good and Sam’s eyes were pulled to the front as they broke atmosphere. Dean grabbed Sam’s knee, squeezing hard.
Sam petted down Dean’s arm in a calming motion. This entire thing was too surreal…he wasn’t sure he’d actually believed “other planet”, let alone “other galaxy” but now…now he was forced to consider that either they really were a million light years from everything they knew, or he was having a psychotic break.
Considering that this insanity had handed him one of his fantasies on a silver platter, Sam was forced to give the whole psychotic break idea a certain credence.
Not that he’d ever voiced those fantasies. Dean would never…because brothers just didn’t…Sam looked up at Dean. His green eyes were filled with panic and his grip on Sam’s knee was painful. He wanted to talk to him…to whisper soft words of comfort. Then a thought occurred to him. He should be able to make noises that didn’t come from his vocal chords. “Shhh.”
It startled him and Dean both, and Sheppard turned sharply, before whipping back around to adjust something.
“Is he okay?” McKay asked, turning in his seat. Sam scowled at him. Of course Dean wasn’t okay, did he look okay? “He doesn’t look okay.” McKay said, looking now to Sheppard. “He’s not going to throw up is he? Cause I can’t be responsible for—“
“Rodney!” Sheppard’s voice was filled with exasperation.
The major touched Sheppard’s arm and pointed back at Dean. Sam couldn’t hear what he said, but got the impression that he was shocked by whatever it was. He got up, which only made Dean’s panic ratchet up a notch or five.
He pried Dean’s fingers loose from his knee and weaved their fingers together, squeezing to let him know it was okay.
“It’s okay. Lorne’s flying.” Sheppard said, breathing deep. “I don’t know how to help, Dean. I get that you’re afraid. But it’s a real short flight, okay.”
Sam shook his head. Sheppard wasn’t beginning to get through. His jaw clenched tight and he glanced at Teyla. “Mayana said that you could affect them, their state of mind.” It was obvious even to Sam that Teyla didn’t like that idea.
John blew out a long breath and closed his eyes. It took a few minutes, but Sam could feel Dean relax. A little. Then a little more. Sheppard’s eyes opened and he leaned forward without touching either of them. “We’ll work on it.”
Sam felt Dean’s hand loosened in his and he nodded at Sam to say he was okay. Sheppard went back to the front, sliding into his seat. “Let them know we’re coming.” Sheppard murmured as he punched buttons on the console between him and Lorne. Sam looked up and out the front, his eyes widening as the circle that hung above the planet lit up and what appeared to be water swooshed through it. It looked like they were heading right for it.
Dean’s hand tightened on his, and his lips were moving, his heart racing. Not like before…but Sam was sure that was Metallica he was mouthing.
“Colonel Sheppard this is Atlantis.”
“Sheppard, go ahead Elizabeth.”
“I want to see you as soon as you land.”
“I’m not surprised. I need to see our guests to the infirmary.”
“Carson will meet you in the jumper bay. I want you in my office. Immediately.”
“Yes ma’am.” Sheppard turned to look at them, his eyebrows raising. “I think she’s angry.” He looked at Rodney with an accusation on his face. “What did you tell her?”
“That you were busy buying slaves.” Rodney answered, glancing back at Sam with an apologetic shrug.
“Great.” Then they were moving into the ring…into the…water…and emerging on the other side.
Sam got a brief impression of some sort of control room, then the ship was moving up and away and Sheppard was turning to face them. “Auto-docking. Don’t worry about it. Everything’s going to be okay.”
Ronon snorted and John looked at him pointedly. “When we’re down, I’ll introduce you to our senior doctor. We have the best doctors. He’ll take you down to the infirmary and look you both over…run some tests, take care of your arm. I’ll come get you when I’m done with Dr. Weir.”
Ronon snorted again and stood up. “She sounded pissed. It could take a while.”
“Never mind him.”
The door opened and Teyla and Lorne preceded the others out. Sam squeezed Dean’s hand and he nodded very stiffly. Sheppard put a hand on Dean’s shoulder, and Sam felt a wave of…need from his brother, accompanied by an image of Sam on his knees and Dean…Sheppard blushed as if he knew that Sam had seen and pulled away. “We’ll find a way. Take care of this, and get you boys home.”
“Yeah, that’s right. Don’t ask if I can fix it, just assume I can.” Rodney said.
“You always do.” John countered.
“You shouldn’t make promises.” Rodney said as he brushed by them.
John sighed and gestured to the ramp, keeping space between himself and Dean. Sam nodded and stood, drawing Dean with him. Dean didn’t fight or try to pull his hand free, just followed Sam. A small knot of people were waiting for them. “Dr. Carson Beckett, this is Sam.” Sheppard gestured at him. “We think the arm is broken. This here is Dean. They’ve both been fitted with devices that make it so they can’t talk, and these…collars.”
As he said the word, Sam noticed that he could suddenly see Dean’s, like a tattoo around his throat. Sheppard cocked his head and pointed. Sam stared, his good hand rising to his own throat, wondering if his could be seen too. Strange how the thought of it went straight to his cock, even as it made him blush with embarrassment.
“Yeah…those.” Sheppard looked at his own wrist and it’s tattoo like device. Carson’s fingers ran over it, then he turned his attention to Sam and Dean.
“Welcome to Atlantis, lads.” Beckett said in a Scottish accent, his voice soft and oddly comforting. “I’m sure this is all very confusing for you. Let’s see if we can’t deal with the immediate needs, okay?”
Sam looked to Sheppard who nodded, then to Dean.
“You boys go. I’ll be along once I’ve explained things to Elizabeth.”
“I’m going to want to see that wrist of yours too, Colonel Sheppard.” Carson said.
Dean was starting to find his footing again, Sam could tell. He let go of Sam’s hand and nodded in echo of Sheppard. Dean took the lead as they followed Beckett out of the hangar. Sam fell into step behind him, just as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“What were you thinking, John?” Elizabeth asked as the door closed behind him, keeping the rest of his team outside for the moment. “No, scratch that. I don’t want to know.”
John held his hands out in a placating motion. “I couldn’t very well just leave them there, Elizabeth.”
She sat and looked up, some of the fire draining from her face, now that they were back safe and they could deal with it. “You’re sure they’re from Earth?”
“The jeans, t-shirts…Converse sneakers. Kansas, Elizabeth. They’re from Kansas.” He sat and leaned forward. “They were going to be separated and sold, one way or another. If we weren’t there, we would never have known.”
“How did they get here?”
John shook his head, then pulled a piece of paper out of his vest. “Sam drew this. From what I got, they found it and it brought them here.”
Elizabeth took the picture and held it up, squinting at it. “Is this what I think it is?”
John shrugged. “Their description sounded like a quantum mirror. That they found.”
“Found?”
John sighed. “We won’t get more info until they get their voices back.”
“I get the impression that there’s information here you aren’t telling me.”
“If we’re done with the yelling at me part of the debriefing, I’d like to get Teyla and Rodney in on the conversation.”
She nodded and beckoned them in. “So we’re believing that this…” she held up the picture of the mirror, “is what brought them to Pegasus?”
“According to Dean, they found a large mirror in a warehouse. He touched it while Sam was touching his back. Then they were in the cave, which is where Sam fell.”
Rodney picked up the paper. “Is this…” He frowned at it, then shrugged. “It could be a quantum mirror…but, they tend to cross dimensions, not galaxies. Although Carter had some interesting theories…totally unexplored…”
“Rodney?” He looked up and shrugged.
“I’d need to see it.”
“Well that’s not going to happen.” John said, looking to Teyla for confirmation.
“No, it is not.” She turned to Elizabeth. “The cave is in a forbidden region. It is guarded and inaccessible. It has been so for generations.”
John’s knee bounced nervously. “It’s probably a cache of ancient technology.” John said, standing, pacing. He needed to go. Needed to…be with Dean. “I should get back to them. They’re probably flipping out. And Rodney, I need you to figure out the damn…collars.” John’s left hand wrapped around his right wrist and caressed over it.
“Collars?” Elizabeth stood and John blushed, his heart racing. He wasn’t ready for her to know all the messy details. He looked up at Ronon…almost groaning when the big man licked his lips.
“Yeah…It was the strangest thing. They called them…har.” John held up his hand and his wrist darkened, showing the outline of the device. “They absorb into the skin. I…don’t know. We haven’t figured the whole thing out yet.”
Elizabeth grabbed his hand and ran a finger over the wrist. “You let them put this thing on you without knowing what it was?”
“I’m afraid that part is my fault, Dr. Weir.” Teyla said. “My translation of this…device was incomplete at best. I did not understand the har, and what it would do. To the best of my ability to understand, the har is…purpose.”
She stood to join them, crossing her arms. “The Sagare, as a people, have no penal system. All criminal behavior is seen as a need. The person who violates their law is then…tested and given a purpose…the har…and sold to serve the community by fulfilling their har.”
“And what is the purpose assigned these two?” Elizabeth asked, looking at John.
John blushed. “Ah. Yeah. Dean is…well my personal…assistant.”
Ronon cleared his throat and John glared at him with raised eyebrows. It was bad enough that Teyla knew exactly what that meant. He wasn’t ready for Elizabeth or for that matter, Rodney, to know. “Sam…I’m not sure I get the whole thing, but he takes care of Dean.”
“I don’t like this John.”
“That makes two of us Elizabeth, but I had to get them out of there before they sold them off to someone else, and I didn’t think we needed more enemies.”
“So you bought them.”
John inhaled deeply and drew himself up. “No. I traded medical supplies for their freedom.”
Rodney snorted. “Some freedom.”
“We’ll figure it out.” John said, turning his frustrated glare on the scientist.
“You mean I will.” Rodney crossed his arms and muttered something about the price of being brilliant.
“Yeah. You. So get busy.” John licked his lips nervously. “I mean…you can, right? You can fix it?”
“I don’t know, Colonel.” Rodney was already reaching for his laptop though. “I’ll need to see Carson’s report on the devices…and I’ll check the Ancient’s database, see if I can find something.” He started typing, then looked up. “It’s going to take a while.”
“Okay. John, you go to the infirmary and have Carson check you over. Rodney—“
“Colonel Sheppard.” Carson’s voice cut in over the communications system.
“Yeah, Carson?”
“I think you better get down here right away.”
“Is everything okay?”
“No…hurry.”
“On my way.” He tossed an apologetic look at Elizabeth and bolted from the room, headed toward the infirmary at a run with Ronon and Elizabeth on his tail. He flew into the room and came to a dead stop as Carson came toward him. “Carson?”
“I can’t explain it.” Carson glanced aside at the instrument his nurse was holding and nodded. “He was just fine, then he collapsed. Now he’s fine again.” He rubbed at the back of his neck and turned to an approaching doctor, taking the chart from her. “It makes no sense.”
John pushed past Carson, drawn to where Dean was laying on a bed. His face was pale, a little green around the edges…looked like he would be sick at any moment, but as John came closer Dean’s coloring improved. “You okay?”
Dean nodded. John glanced at Sam in the next bed. He seemed to be fine, other than an obvious concern for Dean. A nurse was unwrapping his arm and he winced. “So…whatever this was, it was just Dean?”
Carson nodded, looking up at Elizabeth. John looked her way too, but his concern was all for Dean. He stepped even closer to the bed and Dean sat up, squinting at John. He reached out and put a hand on Dean’s shoulder in reassurance.
“How you feeling now?”
Dean rolled his eyes, pissy attitude back in place, then his eyes snapped to Elizabeth, a question in their green depths. “Oh, yeah. Dean, Sam…this is Dr. Elizabeth Weir.”
Elizabeth stepped closer and held out her hand. “Welcome to Atlantis. John.” Her eyebrow was raised nearly off her face as she stepped back. John squeezed Dean’s shoulder and followed her over to Carson.
“I’ve only just started my examination, but the young man has a pretty severe break in the arm and a sizeable concussion. I’m going to want to keep him here at least overnight.”
“What about the other stuff, the collars?” John asked, hands on his hips
“I haven’t started. Give me a few hours with them.”
“What about John?” Elizabeth asked, concern coloring her face.
Carson reached for the wrist. “Aye, I’ll need to examine this too. Is it affecting your behavior at all?”
John blushed a little, but he wasn’t going to tell Carson that he thought it was making him extraordinarily horny, especially not in front of Elizabeth. “Other than the fact that it seems to transfer thoughts about things I need to them?” John asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
“Aye, other than that.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll start with them. We’re going to have to set that arm. Whoever treated him didn’t do a very good job.”
John shook his head. “I don’t think they were concerned with it healing. From what Teyla said, they didn’t expect him to live long.”
Carson frowned at him. “Why do you say that?”
John shrugged and looked at Elizabeth, then noticed that Ronon was standing next to Dean’s bed. Dean looked irritated. Pissed. “I don’t know. I don’t think they elaborated.”
Dean was snapping his fingers at them and John went to him. Dean pointed sharply at Sam. “What?” John asked, then sighed, fishing out the pad of paper and handing it to Dean.
“Is Sam okay?” John looked over his shoulder at Carson, then nodded. “I’m sure he’s fine, Dean. I know this is frustrating.”
Dean scribbled on the pad. “Just be patient. Carson’s doing his best. I’m sure this will be over soon.” He wasn’t actually sure of anything…other than the fact that he was really horny. He wanted to drag Ronon into the quarantine room and…Dean grabbed his arm and John blinked. “Oh. Sorry.”
“What about their voices, Carson?” Elizabeth asked as they approached.
“I don’t know yet. I was going to start my examination of Dean when he collapsed.”
“I’d like to be able to talk with them about how they got here, soon.”
“Aye, Elizabeth. Colonel Sheppard, I suggest you get comfortable.”
John sighed and started removing his vest. They needed to find rooms for them, get them settled in, get them some clothes. Figure out their next move. John was not looking forward to explaining to anyone exactly what sort of assistant Dean was meant to be. Or that he had…fucked him. Or that he totally wanted to again. He could almost feel Dean’s skin under his hands, and his cock was stirring at the sensation.
If he closed his eyes he could feel Dean’s hands on his skin, his lips on his cock. “Damn.” John groaned and turned away, hiding his instant erection behind his vest.
“John?” Elizabeth pressed closer, her concern almost palpable.
“I’m okay, Elizabeth. Just…tired.”
Dean chuckled soundlessly. John could feel it. At least he made the guy feel better.
“I’ll leave you to it.” Elizabeth said, though the look on her face said that she didn’t buy it. “Keep me informed, Carson.”
“Always, Elizabeth. As soon as I have something.”
John groaned again. “I…I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?” Carson called.
John grabbed Ronon by the arm. “Bathroom. Be right back.”