dare_darcy

Late In The Labs

2008-10-02T19:55:04Z

Radek/Rodney
Rating PG:13...ish? For talk of death.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. More's the pity.
Beta by the awesome lissax . <3 you Lissa!

Radek watched his lover from the doorway. He hated that Rodney seemed to feel that it was entirely up to him to save Atlantis. Even now, now that the latest threat was over, Rodney was right back to work. All of the other scientists had gone to their own rooms as things settled, and Radek himself had been out of the lab for several hours. He had been hoping Rodney would join him of his own accord, but he had also known that the loss of two of the scientists had hit the CSO hard. The two men had been new, fresh off the Daedalus, and Rodney (little as he liked to admit it) felt responsible for all of his scientists, especially before they were on Atlantis long enough to figure out what to do in a crisis. Rodney felt equally responsible for the disaster itself, because the new generators, designed to take some of the pressure off of their ZPM, hadn’t been calibrated properly. The scientists had been killed in an explosion while Rodney was desperately getting the generators offline before they overloaded and destroyed the city. Radek knew his lover well enough to know that Rodney was beating himself up, thinking he could have saved them if he had been just a little faster.

With a small sigh, Radek pushed himself off of the door frame and padded over to where his lover sat, scribbling with one hand and typing with the other. “Rodney,” he said quietly, so quietly that the other man didn’t hear him. “Rodney!” The louder tone got Rodney’s attention, and for just a brief moment Radek saw the pain in his lover’s eyes before Rodney masked it with his patented annoyance.

“What? What is it?” Rodney had mellowed slightly since he had come to sleep with Radek, but really… not so much as he could have. He was still prone to annoyance, and he grew sharper the worse his anxiety or sorrow was. When his lover spoke to him now, his voice held the clipped tones that Radek realized meant Rodney was tearing himself apart with guilt.

Radek sighed. “Rodney… Come to bed. We are all resting, as you should be as well. It has been a long day for all of us.”

Rodney glowered. “I can’t stop,” he growled. “I have to double check the sensors, make sure these calibrations are correct, and then go back and check the connections…”

Radek put a hand on his lover’s arm: Rodney was trembling. “Milacku, there is time for this tomorrow. Come to bed.”

Rodney swallowed hard. “I can’t stop!” His voice was filled with hurt, now, the vulnerability he only allowed Radek to see when they were alone. “They’re dead, Radek. I didn’t save them.” His voice grew cold as Rodney tried to lock the pain away. He didn’t quite succeed, however, when he continued. “You were supposed to be on that team. I could have killed you.”

That was more than enough for Radek to hear, to convince him of the root of the problem, even beyond that of losing two good men. He pulled on Rodney’s arm until his lover stood. “You did not kill them,” he said firmly, forcing Rodney to meet his eyes. “Malfunction in generators killed them. Stupidity of Daedalus engineers killed them. You save entire city by determining how to fix mistake.”

Rodney looked ready to argue, but Radek silenced him with a glare of his own. “All rest of team is in bed. You do not need to save city alone every time, milacku.” He tugged on Rodney’s arm. “Now come to bed.”

With a sigh, Rodney seemed to sag and Radek took that as assent. He dropped Rodney’s arm and wrapped his own around Rodney’s waist, instead. “You work too hard, Milaku. Those men… They knew what they sign up for, better even than we, yes? Is sad… Very sad. But you did what you could.”

Rodney didn’t answer for a long time. Not while Radek shut down the lab at the panel by the door, not when he drew Rodney to the transporter and down the hall to the quarters they shared, not even as he allowed his lover to undress him and push him to bed. It was only when they were ensconced in blankets and Radek lay spooned against him that Rodney could bring himself to speak. He was still shaking.

“When they told me there was an explosion in sector two and the team was down, all I could think was that you were gone. You were gone and it was my fault! I should have… should have saved you…” He sounded dangerously close to tears, a rare thing for Rodney McKay.

Radek moved to hush him, but Rodney spoke right over him. “I was so scared, Radek,” he murmured, and convulsively pulled his lover close. “I was sure you were gone…” He was crying now. “I couldn’t lose you, can’t lose you…” He took a shuddering breath, trying to pull himself together. “And when I was finished… When I stopped the overload and I heard your voice on my radio…” He swallowed hard. “I was glad it was them, because… Because… It wasn’t you.”

Radek sighed softly. He had thought something of the sort. His breath was warm on Rodney’s neck as he pressed a soft kiss to the join between shoulder and throat. “I would have felt the same way, milacku. It is nothing to be ashamed of.”

Rodney let out a small sound, the tears coming again despite himself. “I have to write letters. I have to write the letters to their families,” he whispered desperately.

Radek’s grip tightened and he shook his head. “Tomorrow, milacku. Tomorrow. Tonight stay with me, yes?” He leaned close and pressed a soft kiss to Rodney’s lips, chaste and gentle but there nonetheless. “Sleep, milacku, sleep.”

With a sigh Rodney acquiesced, relaxing into the pillow and pulling Radek close. “I love you, too,” he murmured as his eyes drifted closed into sleep.

In the dark, Radek smiled.

A Temple Affair

2008-09-28T19:16:05Z

Rodney/Ronon,
Rating: PG-13-NC-17 ish...
Beta by the amazing lissax , who gives a followup in her journal here.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. More's the pity.

It was your everyday, average mission. Rodney had discovered serious energy readings right as they came up to the village and had been practically bouncing. They were close to what he thought a ZPM would yield, and seemed to get stronger the closer they were to the village.

Some quick talking by John and Teyla had gained Rodney and ‘one warrior’ permission to enter the temple. He had chosen Ronon mainly for his brute strength, though he had explained it to John and Teyla by saying that they’d need to be negotiating for whatever it was that he found. John had agreed, and that was what had led to Rodney and Ronon being alone in the temple, looking at what appeared to be many Ancient consoles, all of which lit up as Rodney walked into the room.

Glancing around, Rodney found that it wasn’t only Ancient architecture; clearly the people in the village had been building onto the walls for many, many years. Rodney glanced around, trying to decide what the ‘godhead’ was, since it was the only thing he had been told not to touch. Not that he really cared, of course, but he didn’t want to accidentally turn something on that he shouldn’t, or whatever their taboo was based off of. Not seeing anything, he went to work, hooking his laptop up to the first console and starting his diagnostic, trying to find what the power source was.

Ronon was ignored for almost an hour while Rodney ran diagnostics, and the scientist only looked up when he had to stop to change laptops. That was when he saw Ronon standing next to a box, trying to decide whether or not to open it. “What’s that?” Rodney was up and to Ronon in three steps, as the big man shrugged.

“I dunno.” He clearly didn’t, and it took Rodney a few minutes to decipher what the Ancient lettering on the top said.

“Hmm… This looks promising.” He held out his scanner and found elevated power levels in the box. “Really promising. The top of it says ‘power is for those who have need.’ I think we qualify.”

A few minutes of looking and Rodney nodded. “It’s safe. Let’s get the cover off.” He reached on one side, finding two neatly carved hand-holds on each side. “On the count of three. One… Two… Three.”

They got about two seconds of lift before Ronon grunted in pain and Rodney yelped, dropping his side and pulling his hands away. His left palm was bloody, and as Ronon moved away, it became obvious that his right hand was as well. Rodney wiped at his hand and was shocked to find a mark which covered a large chunk of his palm. It was in blue ink, and it seemed… half of the main mark on the top of the case. “Ronon?” Rodney held out his hand, and Ronon’s mark seemed to match Rodney’s; it was similar to a ying-and-yang symbol from Earth, though Rodney might not have realized that right away. “I think we did something we shouldn’t have.”

Sure enough, villagers soon swarmed in from the doors, and the priest approached Rodney. “You have defiled the godhead.”

Rodney’s eyes widened. “What! We did no such thing! You didn’t even tell us where the godhead was!” His voice was annoyed, verging on panic, especially with John’s eyes on him. He hadn’t meant to break any rules! He was just looking for the power source!

Teyla stepped forward. “I am certain Rodney and… Ronon,” she said, noting how his hand, also, had blood on it, “meant no offense, Terrin.” Her voice was placating, hoping to stop this before it got too out of hand.

The priest shook his head. “They have defiled the temple.” His voice was hard as stone and only Ronon’s good hand clamping onto Rodney’s shoulder shut the scientist up. “They must make amends before the negotiations can proceed.”

Rodney’s eyes grew wide. “What? Amends? What are we supposed to do?” His panic was obvious, and even Ronon’s hand on his shoulder didn’t help keep him silent.

The priest snorted faintly. “This is the temple dedicated to the sensuality of the Ancestors.” Rodney looked around himself as that was said, and realized that, indeed, a lot of the artwork was dedicated to sexual things. He swallowed hard, hoping that whatever the amends were… wouldn’t be too much. He didn’t know what amends would be for a temple dedicated to ‘sensuality’, but it frightened him to think about too much.

The priest smiled as he watched things click for Rodney. “The two offenders must complete an act of sensuality,” he said, nodding firmly. “And reconsecrate the temple.”

Rodney’s eyes went very, very wide. “Me? Ronon? Ah… No, no, you don’t…” He didn’t know what the stand was on Sateda about same-sex relations, but he was pretty sure Ronon wouldn’t take well to this. That wasn’t to say that Rodney hadn’t thought about something like this, of course, once or twice in the privacy of his own quarters. Ronon was pretty hot, and Rodney had a fairly active libido. But… In real life? Yeah. ‘Aliens made us do it’ is really a pretty crappy excuse, or so Rodney thought.

Ronon snorted. “Shut up, McKay.” Rodney turned to look at him and Ronon shrugged. “We screwed up. We’ll fix it. What do we do?”

The priest nodded and began to guide them down the hallway, toward the second largest room in the temple. “This is where newlyweds spend their first night together,” he explained as he pushed the door open, revealing many pillows on the floor, as well as lubricants, food and drink that was apparently replaced every day. A balcony ringed the room. “They perform the consecration of their marriages here, and here you will reconsecrate our temple.” He motioned above, to the balcony. “We will watch from there.”

Rodney gasped. “What? No! No, no, no, no…” He couldn’t imagine actually having sex while he was being watched. It couldn’t be happening. No, this was a dream. A horrible dream.

Again Ronon saved the day. “Fine.” His voice was low. “We’ll do it.”

The priest smiled. “Good. Very good! Well. You may begin whenever you wish.”

Then he was shoving the rest of the crowd out without giving John and Teyla even a moment more to protest.

Rodney turned to Ronon. “I can’t…I can’t…” He was babbling, he knew it, but Ronon shook his head.

“Shut up, McKay. I’ll handle it.” His big hands began to roam over Rodney’s body, soothing and teasing through the layers Rodney wore. “Just pretend you want it… I won’t hurt you.”

Rodney swallowed back a moan. This wasn’t… Wasn’t at all what he had expected. A fantasy was about to come true and yet… not. Oh, so very not. “Ronon, I…” Ronon leaned down and silenced Rodney with a kiss as he shoved the jacket off of Rodney’s shoulders. Rodney decided then that it was foolish to not just… go with it, and so his own hands reached up and began to slide up Ronon’s arms, pushing his leather coat to the floor with a thud.

They were naked in just a few minutes and Rodney found himself on one of the long pillows on the floor. He was able to forget about the…perverts above them, entirely focused on Ronon’s long, lean body above him, and the way that their flesh was sliding together.

Rodney’s babbling soon drifted into a litany of Ronon’s name, though Ronon remained stoically silent. Their coupling seemed to last forever, at least to Rodney, but it was still over far, far too soon. After all, if he was only getting it once he wanted it to be memorable.

They lay together, post coital and relaxed, when suddenly applause rang out from the balcony. Rodney gasped, and a blush that was entirely unrelated to the amazing orgasm he had just experienced covered his pale skin. He rolled quickly to cover himself, scrabbling for his clothes and dressing. He so didn’t want to explain this to Elizabeth.

Eyes

2008-06-20T00:23:57Z

The other half from Hair

Eyes
Drabble
PG-13ish
Ronon/Rodney
Beta by the awesome lissax
Disclaimer: I don't own them. More's the pity.

The first (second) thing he noticed were his eyes. Really, he noticed first that he was loud, that his panicked babbles carried. The second things he noticed were wide, frightened eyes, as blue as the sky. They were at his own height only because their owner was hanging upside down.

He’d never seen eyes like that before; he wanted to lose himself in them. The first time they slept together he had lost himself in those eyes. They were so expressive, sometimes he still did.

“Hey! You! Quit staring and kiss me already!” That mouth had its good points, too.

Hair

2008-06-20T00:21:19Z

So I'm in a Rodney/Ronon mood lately.

Hair
Drabble
PG-13...ish? It's got suggestions. xD
Ronon/Rodney
Beta by the awesome lissax
Disclaimer: I don't own them. More's the pity.

Hair. It was the first (second) thing he had noticed about Ronon. The first had been that he was really tall. The second, though, was the hair. Later on, after the fear had subsided, he had wanted to touch it. He was a scientist, after all; experiments were what he did. They looked so springy. And he’d never been in a position to talk to someone with dreads before. The first time they slept together it had been fascinating to watch them move, twitch with passion. Even now, years later…

“McKay, stop thinking and kiss me.”

Oh yeah. That too.

Sometimes a Smile

2008-05-12T18:39:03Z

Rodney/John. Sort of.
Rating: PG 13 ish
Beta by the awesome

lissax
Disclaimer: I don't own them. More's the pity.
Sometimes, late at night, he thought about that day. It had depressed him then, still did, but the Many-Worlds theory buoyed him up. Somewhere, he knew, it had been “I love you,” instead of “so long.” Somewhere he had managed “I love you, too.” Sure, somewhere he had gone anyway. Somewhere it hadn’t worked, somewhere else, it had. In some places, the Wraith triumphed. Sometimes the self-destruct was enough; sometimes they made it to Earth. That all happened, because there were infinite universes. Still, he knew somewhere, John and he both lived, and lived together. That made Rodney smile.

Hello there!

2008-05-12T18:29:04Z

Hi there, my name is Dare and I'm a scifi geek. xD I love my Stargate, and other craziness. It's mostly in my bio, but please don't hesitate to message me and let me know what you wanna know. I'm a pretty easy going gal. I'll be posting this that and the other thing so that you'll be able to read some of the stuff I've written. I think that's all for now, so I'll talk to you all later! :)