Um, so, I was at lunch...
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hth_the_first and, while it does not fit the requirements exactly, it kind of does and... yeah... Slashiest thing I've pretty much ever written and posted (as far as you know...).Universe: SGA
Pairing: Sheppard/Ronon (hint of Teyla/Rodney)
Challenge Response: Gun Kink
Rating: Let's go with NC-17...
Original Challenge:
Fandom: SGA
Character/pairing/threesome or moresome: Ronon/Sheppard
Kink/cliche/fannish trope: gun fetishization/gun play
Phrase/word/idea/lyric: “lying with his eyes while his hands are busy”
I didn't get the final part, but I got the rest.
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“Oh my god, I knew he was unstable!” were the first words out of Rodney’s mouth upon entering the room. Before him, Sheppard knelt with his hands bound behind him, Ronon towering over him with his pulse pistol aimed at the Lieutenant Colonel’s head. Rodney reached for a gun that was not there, slapping his empty thigh instead. Realizing he was in the city and not on a mission, he reached up to his ear and keyed the central command frequency. “Security to Sheppard’s quarters!” he ordered, frantically wondering why the maniac had not yet turned the gun on him to shut him up.
He felt a soft hand on his shoulder, lightly drifting to pull his wrist away in an iron grip as Teyla calmly whispered, “I believe you have misjudged the situation.”
He turned to look at her, seeing the amusement in her eyes before returning to re-evaluate the scene before him. Sheppard still knelt on the floor, and Ronon still towered above him, but Rodney noticed for the first time that both men were stark naked with rather impressive erections. Well, they were impressive, but John’s was starting to wilt now that the blood was rushing elsewhere, such as his face.
McKay’s eyes grew wide but, to his credit, his voice stayed perfectly calm as he re-keyed him com and stated, “Scratch that, complete misunderstanding. Security team can stand down.” He shook his head, whether to clear his mind of the image before him or to try to erase the whole thing from his memory all together, even he was not sure. “You guys are completely fucked,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.
“Not yet, but we hope to be,” Ronon responded with a feral grin.
Rodney did not think he could roll his eyes any further without hurting them, so he settled for a, “Yes, yes, very clever.”
The soft hand returned, this time at his elbow, guiding him towards the door. “Perhaps we should leave them to their... recreation?” Teyla suggested. She politely shoved him towards the door, not waiting for an answer.
Before he left, Rodney spared one last glance towards his other two team mates, watching with more than idle fascination as John’s breath hitched when Ronon stroked the barrel of his pistol gently across his captive’s cheek and slowly down his chest.
“I have been meaning to introduce you to some new techniques with the Bantos rods,” Teyla’s whispered voice sounded in his ear. She batted her eyes innocently at him before stepping out into the hallway and calling over her shoulder, “Of course, that is only if you are interested.”
Rodney followed her, mentally locking the door to John’s quarters along the way. “Well, we apparently have the time,” he conceded. “And I’m always up for learning new things...”
“Excellent,” the Athosian enthused. “I am certain you will find the experience most invigorating.”
He was certain he would find it something else, but wisely kept his mouth shut and played the game. Yep, he thought as they reached the nearest transporter, completely and totally fucked.
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I'm kind of afraid to ask for feedback on this one...