|An Acceptable Sacrifice
ate his meal in complete silence, thankful that it was the same
tasteless stew he had eaten the day before, rather than something with
contents he might have to worry about. He never once lifted his head,
never dared to look at Temal. When he was finished he stood and made to
lift the plate.
Temal reached out and grabbed at his wrist.
"I--I need to get back," Rodney stuttered. "John, he needs someone
there with him."
Temal lifted his head and fixed his gaze on Rodney as he released his
"You come straight here at the next bell--your food will be waiting."
To Rodney's amazement, Temal pushed a pile of the dry biscuits across
the table to him.
"Take these," he said. "Sigged tells me if you don't eat you'll get
Rodney merely nodded, too shocked to think of anything to say.
"There are showers at the back of this building," Temal continued. "No
one will bother you if you use them." And with that, Temal rose and
left Rodney still standing at the table.
When Rodney made his way back to the cell, he found the old doctor
washing John down again.
"His fever is high," Sigged said, wringing out the t shirt. "But the
medication is in him, so we do what we can. We wait."
Rodney moved to John's side. John looked more peaceful than he did
before. It might have been his imagination, but Rodney was sure John's
breathing wasn't as labored. He drew a shaking hand across John's
forehead, pushing back a strand of damp hair.
"Temal," Rodney said quietly. "He said there where showers at the back
of this building. Would you sit with John until I get cleaned? And..."
He swallowed. "I...I I need to wash John's uniform."
The old doctor took in the lost look in Rodney McKay's eyes and nodded.
He'd seen that look far too many times before to deny Rodney some sort
of purposeful task. He watched quietly as Rodney gathered together
their Atlantean uniforms and headed out of the cell for the showers.
Sigged sighed heavily and moved to sit beside John.
"To have someone love you as he loves you is rare, Sheppard. If you get
through this, remember all he has done--you won't get a second chance."
Carson woke in the middle of the night to the chill of the night air.
It took him a minute to realize that he was alone in his bed and that
the cool breeze that had wakened him was coming from the balcony.
Slowly he slipped out of the bed and padded across the room. He could
see Stephen leaning against the balcony railing outside Carson's room,
staring up into the night sky.
"Give ye that penny back if you'll tell me what you're thinking,"
Carson said gently as he mimicked the same actions as his lover had
done the night before.
"Just thinking," Stephen said with a sigh. "Who actually said we could
be here? What gives us the right to interfere in what happens in
Carson hugged him tightly, not missing the chill of Stephen's skin.
"Guess it's one of those chicken and the egg questions," Carson said
while he pushed his way between his lover and the rail. "It all depends
on what you believe in. If we weren't meant to be here, then why give
us the ability to get here?"
He wrapped his arms around Stephen's chest. "Your freezing," he said
Stephen laid his head on Carson's shoulder. "I killed a man. I killed a
man I never even knew. I killed him and I didn't even know I had done
it. How fucked up is that? John Sheppard's a good soldier and Dr. McKay
is vital to the mission, and they're both paying for something that I
did--something that I didn't even know I had done." He shook his head.
"If I only fought a little harder, tried to stop the Goa'uld taking
Carson pushed himself and Stephen away from the railing, walking him
back into the bedroom.
"I know you, Stephen Caldwell," he said, gently admonishing. "You would
never do anything that wasn't the right thing to do, if you could help
it. You couldn't do anything to stop the Goa'uld from taking
you over. Nobody could. None of this is your fault."
Both of them came to a halt at the foot of the bed and Carson leaned
in, covering Stephen's mouth with his own. His hands slid over
Stephen's shoulders and gently he pushed him down onto the bed.
"Let me make love to you."
Stephen looked into the concerned eyes of his lover and nodded, pulling
him down onto the bed beside him. Hands roamed everywhere, stroking
skin and warming it after the chill of the night air.
The gentle hands of a healer pumped lazily at Stephen's now wet-tipped
cock and Stephen arched into the feather-light touch. A moment later a
low moan forced its way from tight lips as Carson knelt between
Stephen's legs and sucked him into his mouth. Gently he sucked and
licked, drawing the soldier's orgasm from deep inside him.
His tongue flicked across the sensitive tip before dipping fractionally
into the slit and Stephen came undone, a low guttural moan as he
grasped at the bedcovers the only warning Carson had before Stephen's
hips jerked, filling his mouth with the salty essence of his lover.
Rodney cautiously made his way round behind the block of cells with the
bundle of dirty clothing in his arms. His idea was a simple one—he
could still feel Petron's hands on him and he wanted to wash that
feeling away. And John would need his uniform when he was well enough
to get up, so it needed to be washed. Rodney figured he could do both
at the same time. Later he would wash his own uniform, but John was the
priority here. John's needs came first.
There were a few prisoners in the shower room, but no one came near
Rodney. No one even spoke to him. With shaking hands Rodney stripped
out of the prison uniform he was wearing and put it to one side, then
he dropped the bundle of clothing at his feet. He stepped into a shower
stall and turned on the water. It was lukewarm. Rodney suspected that
the heat from the sun warmed the water stored in the massive tanks
scattered around the complex.
He closed his eyes and turned his face into the spray and just stood
there as the water cascaded over his body.
"I don't suppose you have soap?"
Rodney's eyes sprung open and he whirled in the direction of the voice
to see Temal standing leaning against the wall. Rodney noted numbly
that all of the other prisoners were busily gathering together their
belongings and quickly heading out of the room.
"No...I..." Rodney's words refused to come, and he found himself just
standing naked under the running water, staring back at Temal.
God, he hoped Temal didn't want anything from him. Rodney didn't want
to have to drop to his knees, or brace himself against the shower
cubicle while Temal fucked him. He just wanted a few minutes of peace,
a few minutes to get clean. That was all...
Slowly, Temal pushed himself away from the wall and moved to stand
directly in front of Rodney. Rodney didn't move, waiting like an
animal, unsure which direction the captor would suddenly move.
But, "Here," Tamal said, and he tossed a block of what looked like soap
onto the pile of clothing at Rodney's feet. Then he turned and left.
Rodney sagged under the spray, letting out a breath of relief that left
him feeling light-headed and shaking. He felt like he'd been given a
reprieve--Temal could have done whatever he wanted, there was no way
Rodney could refuse him, but the man had left him alone.
Rodney wasn't sure what that meant, but he wasn't going to waste it. He
snatched up the soap and started scrubbing his body quickly, almost
roughly, determined to be as clean as possible before anything happened.
Half an hour later, Rodney was back in his cell. He draped the wet
clothing over the backs of the two wooden chairs and sat down on his
cot beside Sigged. He didn't' speak for a long time. Sigged just
waited, letting Rodney gather his thoughts.
"Temal told me I didn't need to wait in line for my food," Rodney said
finally. He didn't lift his head.
The old man nodded. "I suspected as much when you were back so quickly."
Rodney lifted his head so he could look at the old doctor. "He brought
me soap." Rodney motioned towards the table where he had dropped it.
Sigged reached over and squeezed Rodney's arm. "I told you," he said
kindly. "Temal can get almost anything." He squeezed Rodney's arm a
little harder, making sure Rodney was really looking at him. "Just
remember why you're doing this." He motioned towards John. "He's
resting more peacefully, and he took a little more water when you went
to get cleaned. Perhaps you should get some rest yourself before the
"Thank you," Rodney told Sigged, hoping he could convey how much he
meant it. Sigged just smiled kindly as he left.
Rodney was alone with John. He was exhausted, physically and
emotionally. One last look at the rapid, shallow rise and fall of
John's chest, and Rodney stretched out on his cot and allowed sleep to
The hours passed quickly, too quickly, and Rodney was jarred awake by
the incessant noise of the evening meal bell. Quickly he slipped off
the cot and moved to John's side. He filled one of the wooden bowls
with a little water and held it to John's lips.
"John!" He slipped his arm under John's neck and lifted him up a
little. "John!" Rodney's voice was louder, more demanding, and to his
relief John's eyes fluttered open.
"Rodney?" John said in a whisper. "Hey, Buddy."
Rodney's heart lurched in his chest. "Oh, thank God, thank God," Rodney
murmured. "You need to drink. Please. A little, for me, John. Please,
just a sip."
He held the bowl to John's mouth and found himself swallowing as John
A moment later he was cradling John in his arms as the coughing fit
"Sorry," John rasped out.
"Don't be fucking stupid! You have nothing to be sorry for." Rodney
tried to snap, but his voice came out as something frighteningly close
to to a sob. Gently, he laid John back down on the cot and watched
helplessly as John closed his eyes again.
"That's the longest he has been awake," A familiar voice came from
behind him. Rodney turned to see Sigged standing in the doorway. "You
should go--you have to eat."
Rodney slowly shook his head. "I'm not leaving him until I have to go
to Temal's cell."
Lifting the bowl that he had used for John, Rodney moved to the table
with the water jug and poured himself some water, then he took the dry
biscuits Temal had given him earlier and started to force them down.
Sigged sighed and shook his head. "I'll return when it's time." And
with that he turned on his heels and left.
Rodney sat for the next hour, just staring at the rise and fall of
John's chest. It was practically hypnotic. He thought, All the
times I've wanted to be close to you while you sleep.
The shadow of the sun moved across the sky and Rodney forced himself
out of his fugue. It was time to prepare himself for Temal and Petron.
Again as he stretched his still sore-ass and inserted the ointment, he
babbled nervously to John, trying to keep his mind off what he was
doing, and what would come next.
"It's not like I don't know now what I have to do, eh? I mean, how many
ways can they fuck my ass? The faster I make them come, the sooner it
will be over and I can come back here to you."
Standing, he fastened his pants. Then he headed out of the door towards
Temal's cell, just as Sigged crossed the courtyard to sit with John.
Temal was sitting on his cot inside his cell when Rodney arrived.
"Strip," he ordered without even lifting his head.
Rodney did as he was told, slipping out of the prison uniform as
quickly and efficiently as he could. When he finished, he moved to
stand in front of Temal.
Temal made no effort to move, and all of a sudden Rodney felt the need
to do something, if only to alleviate the suspense. Without
another word, he dropped to his knees. Rodney reached up and brushed
his hand across Temal's crotch, feeling the man harden instantly.
Temal smirked, then leaned back, spreading his legs open. He watched
lazily as Rodne gently kneaded the hard column of his penis, and then
as Rodney pushed his way wordlessly between Temal's legs. Rodney kept
his gaze low as he slowly worked to free Temal's cock from the confines
of his pants.
His heart hammered in his chest. Partly, it was because Rodney was
waiting for the arrival of Petron, and partly because he wasn't sure if
this was what Temal really wanted. His hands shook unsteadily as he
pulled Temal's prison pants further down over his hips. And then a
picture of John flashed for an instant in his mind: struggling to
breathe, black liquid running from the corner of his mouth.
Rodney lifted his gaze for a moment, locking eyes with one of the men
who held John Sheppard's life in his grasp, then he lowered his head
and licked slowly and gently at the tip of Temal's heavy cock.
If Temal had actually been Rodney's lover, Rodney could not have been
gentler. He listened to the quiet moans and gasps as Temal carded his
long fingers through Rodney's hair. Rodney could feel Temal tremble,
could feel him tighten the muscles in his thighs and he set about
finishing his task.
"Enough." Temal stopped Rodney with a hand--surprisingly gently--on
Rodney's forehead. He eased himself out from between Rodney's swollen
lips. "Get up here, on your hands and knees."
Rodney's heart sank. He had been sure Temal was close, sure he could
have gotten away with just Petron taking his ass.
Reluctantly, Rodney eased himself up off his knees and climbed onto the
cot. He tensed as Temal moved to stand behind him. Cool hands brushed
over his backside and then a finger slipped inside him.
"Petron's been sent on escort duty, I won't be sharing you tonight,"
Temal said. A second finger was pushed into Rodney's still-tender ass.
"I see you're prepared." Rodney whimpered as a finger brushed across
his prostate. "We're not all animals, Rodney," Temal said quietly as he
withdrew his fingers.
Rodney swallowed hard as Temal placed his cock at his opening and
pushed forward sheathing himself in one smooth movement.
Slowly, Temal fucked the body beneath, him hitting that sweet spot
inside of Rodney over and over again, bringing his victim nearer and
nearer to climax. Rodney sobbed, tears pooling at the corners of his
eyes, when Temal reached around and pumped Rodney's cock in time with
him fucking him.
This was all wrong. Temal hit his prostate once more and brushed a
thumb over the sensitive head of Rodney's cock, and Rodney bucked and
came hard with great sobbing breaths. Temal followed as Rodney
tightened around him.
Panting, Rodney felt Temal slip out of him.
"You should get dressed and get back before the last bell," Temal said
matter-of-factly, while he himself pulled up his trousers. Temal went
to the small table in his room, not looking at Rodney again.
Rodney slowly climbed off of the cot, quiet tears streaming down his
face, as he realized how easily Temal had broken him.
With shaking hands he pulled on his clothes, making back to his cell
just as the bell for lockup sounded.