Fic: Pleasure Principle
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Title: Pleasure Principle
Rating: R
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Summary: ‘Conversion’ missing scene(s). Three ways it might’ve gone.
PLEASURE PRINCIPLE
superego
“Rodney,” John says, opening the door and stepping inside. Hands hidden carefully away. “I just wanted...”
“Don’t,” Rodney says, turning around, eyes wide with worry. John frowns. “I don’t want to hear a litany of last words and regrets. I don’t want to hear it.”
“Well, maybe I need you to listen,” John says quietly. “I don’t have much time--”
Rodney’s hands fall flat at his sides. “Don’t say that, John.”
He deliberates for a moment, then slowly removes his own hands and holds them out, forcing them into plain sight. “I’m serious, Rodney.”
Rodney shudders, just like John worried he would. “I know.”
John nods. “Then we need to deal with this.”
Rodney shakes his head. “I can’t. I don’t want to. I don’t want to just deal with things anymore. I want--”
“What?” John prompts.
Rodney’s fingers tremble as he reaches out. John realizes what he’s about to do and tries to jerk back, but his body isn’t exactly cooperating, is it, and before he can stop him, Rodney’s hands are sliding slowly over his.
“I want to be honest.”
John sighs. “I’m not sure I know how.”
“We could try.”
He looks down at their clasped fingers, Rodney’s ashen white, his turning blue, turning black.
“Let’s try,” Rodney whispers.
John stares at him, meets weary eyes with weary eyes. “I hope it’s not too late for that.”
ego
“McKay,” John says, slipping quietly into the room. Hands tucked neatly in the pockets of his pants. “I just...”
“Don’t.” Rodney looks irritable as he turns around. John frowns. “I don’t want to hear it.”
“Too bad,” John says, “‘Cause I need you to listen. There isn’t much time--”
Rodney’s hand flashes through the air like a blade, cutting him off. “Don’t be ridiculous, Colonel.”
His own ruined fingers fly out and attach themselves to Rodney’s shoulder. “This is fucking serious, McKay!”
Rodney recoils, just like John figured he would. “I know, all right? You think I don’t know that?”
“Of course you do! So fucking deal with it, already! I am!”
Rodney shakes him off. “You’re not! You’re just giving up, giving in, and I don’t want to--”
“What?” John snarls.
Rodney’s trembling with anger. John realizes what he’s about to do and moves a hand up to block him, but Rodney’s body is more adaptable than it looks and the punch turns into a grab, a snatch that plucks John’s hand out of the air and holds it tight.
“I don’t want to watch you die!”
John blinks. “Believe me, if I knew how to stop it--”
“Goddammit, try!”
Their joined fists break apart with a shudder as Rodney pushes him away, and John feels it with nerve endings that are aching and alive even as he dries up inside.
“Try!” Rodney demands.
John can’t look at him, can’t face his hopeful, hopeless eyes. “I’m afraid it might be too late for that.”
id
“Rodney,” he says, slipping inside. His hands twitch inside his pockets. “I want...”
“Don’t,” Rodney says, and he can see the fear, there, as the other man turns to face him. He smiles. “I don’t want to.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “But I need you. And we have plenty of time.”
Rodney holds his hands out in front of him. “Don’t do this, John.”
A flash of lovely new speed and he has Rodney’s biceps hot under his hands, his body drawn rigid against his own. “You’re not serious.”
Rodney quakes, goes limp, just like he hoped he would. “You don’t know...” He stutters, swallows. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Of course I do. And--I know what I want.”
Rodney’s whole body shakes. “You’re not yourself. You’re not who I--”
“What?” he whispers.
Rodney trembles as he reaches out. He tries to jerk back, but this new body is wonderfully accommodating and there isn’t much Rodney can do to resist it. His hands slide slowly up Rodney’s shoulders and move to caress the sides of his neck, his cheek.
“You’re not who I want.”
He grins. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”
“John, try...”
He draws a thumb over Rodney’s lip, every sensation magnified a thousandfold, the myriad vibrations of Rodney’s deliciously warm, human body an eager instrument under his touch.
“Try to control yourself!” Rodney pleads.
But he just grins at him: wicked-sharp, hands and teeth and eyes. “Sorry,” he says, “but it’s far, far too late for that.”
*************
mciac-sponsored outings) is boring; instead you get fic.Title: Pleasure Principle
Rating: R
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Summary: ‘Conversion’ missing scene(s). Three ways it might’ve gone.
PLEASURE PRINCIPLE
superego
“Rodney,” John says, opening the door and stepping inside. Hands hidden carefully away. “I just wanted...”
“Don’t,” Rodney says, turning around, eyes wide with worry. John frowns. “I don’t want to hear a litany of last words and regrets. I don’t want to hear it.”
“Well, maybe I need you to listen,” John says quietly. “I don’t have much time--”
Rodney’s hands fall flat at his sides. “Don’t say that, John.”
He deliberates for a moment, then slowly removes his own hands and holds them out, forcing them into plain sight. “I’m serious, Rodney.”
Rodney shudders, just like John worried he would. “I know.”
John nods. “Then we need to deal with this.”
Rodney shakes his head. “I can’t. I don’t want to. I don’t want to just deal with things anymore. I want--”
“What?” John prompts.
Rodney’s fingers tremble as he reaches out. John realizes what he’s about to do and tries to jerk back, but his body isn’t exactly cooperating, is it, and before he can stop him, Rodney’s hands are sliding slowly over his.
“I want to be honest.”
John sighs. “I’m not sure I know how.”
“We could try.”
He looks down at their clasped fingers, Rodney’s ashen white, his turning blue, turning black.
“Let’s try,” Rodney whispers.
John stares at him, meets weary eyes with weary eyes. “I hope it’s not too late for that.”
ego
“McKay,” John says, slipping quietly into the room. Hands tucked neatly in the pockets of his pants. “I just...”
“Don’t.” Rodney looks irritable as he turns around. John frowns. “I don’t want to hear it.”
“Too bad,” John says, “‘Cause I need you to listen. There isn’t much time--”
Rodney’s hand flashes through the air like a blade, cutting him off. “Don’t be ridiculous, Colonel.”
His own ruined fingers fly out and attach themselves to Rodney’s shoulder. “This is fucking serious, McKay!”
Rodney recoils, just like John figured he would. “I know, all right? You think I don’t know that?”
“Of course you do! So fucking deal with it, already! I am!”
Rodney shakes him off. “You’re not! You’re just giving up, giving in, and I don’t want to--”
“What?” John snarls.
Rodney’s trembling with anger. John realizes what he’s about to do and moves a hand up to block him, but Rodney’s body is more adaptable than it looks and the punch turns into a grab, a snatch that plucks John’s hand out of the air and holds it tight.
“I don’t want to watch you die!”
John blinks. “Believe me, if I knew how to stop it--”
“Goddammit, try!”
Their joined fists break apart with a shudder as Rodney pushes him away, and John feels it with nerve endings that are aching and alive even as he dries up inside.
“Try!” Rodney demands.
John can’t look at him, can’t face his hopeful, hopeless eyes. “I’m afraid it might be too late for that.”
id
“Rodney,” he says, slipping inside. His hands twitch inside his pockets. “I want...”
“Don’t,” Rodney says, and he can see the fear, there, as the other man turns to face him. He smiles. “I don’t want to.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “But I need you. And we have plenty of time.”
Rodney holds his hands out in front of him. “Don’t do this, John.”
A flash of lovely new speed and he has Rodney’s biceps hot under his hands, his body drawn rigid against his own. “You’re not serious.”
Rodney quakes, goes limp, just like he hoped he would. “You don’t know...” He stutters, swallows. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Of course I do. And--I know what I want.”
Rodney’s whole body shakes. “You’re not yourself. You’re not who I--”
“What?” he whispers.
Rodney trembles as he reaches out. He tries to jerk back, but this new body is wonderfully accommodating and there isn’t much Rodney can do to resist it. His hands slide slowly up Rodney’s shoulders and move to caress the sides of his neck, his cheek.
“You’re not who I want.”
He grins. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”
“John, try...”
He draws a thumb over Rodney’s lip, every sensation magnified a thousandfold, the myriad vibrations of Rodney’s deliciously warm, human body an eager instrument under his touch.
“Try to control yourself!” Rodney pleads.
But he just grins at him: wicked-sharp, hands and teeth and eyes. “Sorry,” he says, “but it’s far, far too late for that.”
*************
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Date: 2005-09-12 06:05 pm (UTC)ohh my.
you made me late for french class. and it was totally worth it :P
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Date: 2005-09-15 06:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-12 06:10 pm (UTC)(yey! a+ missing bits. those writers need slashers on staff. or more slashers, since trinity convinces me there's at least one closetslasher.)
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Date: 2005-09-15 06:12 pm (UTC)So, thank you. I'll try to come down off my megalomaniac high now. *eg*
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Date: 2005-09-15 06:14 pm (UTC)And you know what this means...
*dances around, chanting "One of us!" "One of us!"*
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Date: 2005-09-12 07:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 06:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-12 09:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 06:15 pm (UTC)And yes, there needs to be more "Conversion" fic. Like, now.
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Date: 2005-09-15 06:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 07:06 pm (UTC)Although...have you read Shed Your Skin (http://www.livejournal.com/users/seperis/264894.html?style=mine)?
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Date: 2005-09-16 04:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-12 09:29 pm (UTC)Errr, anyway, that was yummy and its a perfect Conversion fill in the blanks fic, thanks so much:)
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Date: 2005-09-15 06:17 pm (UTC)Erm, but I'm glad you liked it anyway. ;-)
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Date: 2005-09-12 09:49 pm (UTC)1. “I want to be honest.”
John sighs. “I’m not sure I know how.”
2. “Rodney,” he says, slipping inside.
i read that line a few times over purrrrrring at different ways it can be taken. yes, yes.
i can't remember if i commented on the doll house piece but oh! (uh oh oh! ... sorry, video killed the radio star is on repeat) i love your work simply for the movement and style you have going on. i love it just 'cause mine is similar, lol. when reading your work i always get this sense of quiet and calm with a clever rhythm and just so quality that has me nodding and grinning. bravo!
*clicks add*
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Date: 2005-09-15 06:25 pm (UTC)Other than that, thank you for the awesome compliments, both on this and "Little Things." I really appreciate it, especially the rhythm comment--I work hard at that, and I always figured nobody would notice but me.
*happily adds you back*
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Date: 2005-09-12 10:29 pm (UTC)Rodney’s whole body shakes. “You’re not yourself. You’re not who I--”
“What?” he whispers.
Wow.
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Date: 2005-09-15 06:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-13 12:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 06:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-13 12:45 am (UTC)Very interesting scenarios... definitely would have improved this episode!
:)
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Date: 2005-09-15 06:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-13 06:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 06:49 pm (UTC)Re: not related, but *squee!*
Date: 2005-09-15 06:52 pm (UTC)And where's JAYNE? They said there's supposed to be a Jayne. *pouts*
Big squee for the idea, less for the execution. Thanks for the link, though, and my apologies for being so Marvin-ish today. ;-)
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Date: 2005-09-14 12:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 06:53 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2005-09-14 02:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 06:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-15 10:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-19 08:38 am (UTC)