|An Acceptable Sacrifice
The next night started as it had
night before and the night before that, with Rodney stripping as soon
as he entered Temal's cell then quietly kneeling between the mans knees
and sucking him.
It never stopped there, though. Rodney always ended up on his back or
his hands and knees, with Temal fucking him. And it felt good, every
time, no matter how much Rodney didn't want to be there, no matter how
much he wished he could stay with John. No matter how often he
remembered why he was there, with Temal--that he had become a
whore, with the currency John's life.
He hated himself, but he was fairly certain that anyone would
prefer the almost gentle way Temal had taken him the last two days to
being viciously raped by Petron that first night. Wouldn't they? It
didn't mean there was something wrong with him, did it? Surely it
Rodney lay on his back on Temal's cot, his legs hitched up over the
tall alien's lean shoulders. Temal slid painlessly into Rodney's
well-lubed and stretched ass.
"See, Rodney," Temal gloated, panting with pleasure. "You enjoy it,
don't you? How I can make you feel."
Rodney bit back a gasp as Temal reached forward and started to work on
his flaccid cock.
"I want you to come for me Rodney," Temal crooned. "I want to see you
come hard and panting. I want you to come with my name on your lips."
Rodney gritted his teeth as he felt his cock harden under Temal's
Rape! Rodney's mind hissed at him. This was rape no matter
way you looked at it, wasn't it? Rape was when you didn't have a
choice, and what choice had Temal ever given him?
Submit or let John die. Which was no choice at all.
Temal pulled back until he was almost out of Rodney, then slid back in
one smooth movement. Temal's his cock grazed Rodney's prostate, which
sent pleasure--as irresistible as it was unwelcome--coursing through
his body. Rodney moaned under Temal, lifting his hips pushing into his
"It feels good doesn't it, Rodney?" Temal demanded. "I can make you
feel good. I could make you beg me for release--but not tonight.
Tonight, I want this. I'm going to see you break again. Break for me."
He quickened his pace on Rodney's cock, wrenching his orgasm out of him.
"Call my name, Rodney when you come," Temal ordered him, fisting
Rodney's cock faster. "Call my name and give your friend another day of
life." He slid his thumb over the top of Rodney's cock as he started to
thrust almost frantically into his ass.
Rodney sobbed, lost somewhere between shame and desire, trapped between
the reactions of his body and the revulsion in his mind. He felt that
familiar rising spiral of pleasure, the tremor in his thighs as he
fought off his orgasm--and then he was coming anyway.
"Temal," he said quietly.
Rodney kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to see the mocking smile or
the self-satisfied expression on Temal's face.
He felt the man's hands slip down over his hips, heard him groan as he
pushed deep inside him. He clenched his muscles around Temal's cock,
and felt Temal dig his nails into his ass. Then Rodney felt Temal jerk
and pulse inside him, and he knew Temal was coming finally, filling him
with bitter fluid.
Slowly, Temal pulled out of him and Rodney opened his eyes. The alien
nodded and Rodney brought his legs down off of his shoulders.
"You better go," Temal said as he wiped himself with a cloth. "You have
Rodney rolled off of the cot onto his knees, catching his breath. He
felt Temal's hand on his shoulder, almost a caress, but when he jerked
his head to stare sharply at him, Temal pulled his hand away.
"Go," Temal said again. He turned away from Rodney to get dressed, but
Rodney could still feel his eyes on him.
He wondered what Temal wanted.
Slowly Rodney got to his feet. He found his trousers and pulled them
on, but didn't bother with his shirt--everyone in the prison knew what
he had been doing, anyway.
Everyone, that was, except John.
Rodney grabbed the shirt and made for the door.
"Petron is back tomorrow," Temal said. And was that regret in his
voice? Rodney didn't even want to try to guess. "I don't know if it
will just be me tomorrow night. It depends on whether he has brought
something pretty back with him. An hour before lock up, Rodney."
Like usual. Rodney nodded. "I'll be here," he said thickly. He had no
choice, after all.
He headed back to his cell.
John felt cold, he shivered. He was wet? Was he wet? He fought to open
his eyes and then something--no, someone--was turning him onto his
side. Something cool drifted over his skin, and then there was the
scratch of coarse cloth.
He tried to talk, to ask what was going on, but all that came out of
his mouth was a weak moan.
"It's okay, John. You're okay. I--I just need to get you cleaned up,
Rodney finished drying John, then wiped the plastic-coated mattress
before rolling John gently onto his back.
Rodney shook his head. If anyone had told him before he left for
Atlantis that he would end up stuck in some alien prison washing John
Sheppard's backside--not to mention allowing himself to be fucked by an
alien to keep someone else alive--he would have told them they were out
of their fucking mind.
And yet here he was.
He sat himself down beside John.
"I'm so fucking tired, John," he said softly. He brushed John's sweaty
hair back from his forehead. "I don't know what to think anymore. I'm
scared, too. I'm so fucking scared I'm going to lose you, that you'll
die before I can even tell you how I feel. I don't know what's right
any more. Temal--he's playing mind games, John. I know it, he knows it,
he knows I know it..." Rodney half-laughed, half-sobbed. "But it
doesn't stop me from wanting what he's doing, instead of the
alternative." Rodney took a shaky breath, though his hand didn't waver
or pause as he gently carded his fingers through John's hair. "He made
me call his name tonight when he made me come."
Rodney scrubbed his hand viciously over his face. "God, I didn't want
to. I swear on my life, John, I didn't want to. And he said tomorrow
the guard--Petron--will be back. God help me."
Rodney closed his fist around John's wet hair, enough to make John's
eyelids flutter, though they didn't open. "Don't you die on me, John
Sheppard," Rodney nearly snarled at him. He used his grip to give
John's head the tiniest of shakes. "Do you hear me? Don't you fucking
die on me after I've sold myself for you, after I've given up every
last piece of self respect--!"
Rodney abruptly let go and buried his head in his hands.
"God," he said. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's not your fault. I'm sorry.
I shouldn't take it out on you. I'm sorry." He let out a shuddering
breath. "Just, please don't die, John. Please, don't die."
John listened, each word echoing around his troubled, fevered mind.
Slowly, he forced his eyes open as he managed to turn his head to the
Rodney looked up with a start, tear tracks on his face, his eyes puffy
"You're awake." Rodney's voice sounded strange, it was small and broken.
John gave Rodney a pained smile. "Yeah," he said hoarsely. "Thirsty."
"Thirsty," Rodney said quickly. "Right. Of course you are. Hold on."
Rodney scrambled onto his knees as John watched dully and made his way
to the table. He filled one of the wooden bowls with water, then
brought it back to John.
"Still here?" John croaked.
Rodney blinked at him as he held the bowl to John's lips, then his eyes
widened as he understood. "Yeah," he said quietly as he took the bowl
away. "Yeah, John. We're still here."
"Thought it...was a bad dream," John said.
Rodney wiped a little water from John's chin. "It's not a dream, John.
You're hurt, hurt badly. I can give you something for the pain, if you
John shook his head. "I want to be awake," he said rustily. "You need
to stop. Heard you. Stop, Rodney, please."
Rodney closed his eyes. "I can't," he said evenly. "They'll make you
run, John. You'll die."
"Rodney," John tried to reach for him, but as soon as his arm left his
side white-hot pain flared behind his eyes and he couldn't hold back
In an instant Rodney was over him, gently holding him still as John
still tried to move, despite the pain. "Stop it! Stop it, just fucking stop
it! You could push that piece of rib through your lung, you stupid
John finally stilled, panting, and Rodney moved back, taking great
gulps of air as he tried to calm himself.
"You've got pneumonia, John," he explained more quietly. "And your
chest is all busted up. You need to stay still." Rodney pushed a strand
of newly sweat-soaked hair away from John's eyes. "For God's sake, just
"Kiss me," John whispered.
"Kiss me?" John repeated. He managed a faint, hopeful smile.
"Oh, God." Rodney bent his head and ghosted his lips across John's. He
watched as John's eyelids fluttered, as John fought uselessly to keep
"Please, R-ney," he whispered. "D-n't go -ack." John's eye's closed as
his energy left him.
"I've got to." Rodney rested his head on John's cot and closed his
eyes. "I won't let you die. Atlantis needs you.
"I need you."
Ladon Radim sat fuming in a holding cell on the Daedalus.
"You have no right to do this, Dr. Weir," he insisted angrily. "We have
an alliance! Would you treat others that stand with you in your fight
against the Wraith in this manner?"
Elizabeth stood at the other side of the small table.
"You know why you are here, Leader Radim," she said. "I want John
Sheppard and Rodney McKay freed. And before you say another word, might
I remind you again that it was the Genii who sought out an alliance
with us, and that was only after you had casually planned to
kill several of my people in your coup. For your part, you have been
nothing but a thorn in our flesh ever since." She leaned forward, her
eyes narrowing. "I have absolutely no problems keeping you here until
this situation is resolved."
Ladon Radim made to counter her remark and get to his feet, but two
strong hands came down hard on his shoulders, shoving him back down.
"Don't," Ronon said. He dug his fingers into Radim's shoulders just to
make sure the Genii knew he meant business.
Elizabeth stood and made her way to Radim's side.
"You said you needed proof that McKay and Sheppard are innocent," she
said. "I have your proof." Elizabeth lifted her hand to her earpiece.
"Colonel Caldwell, could you ask Hermiod to join us?"
A few minutes later Stephen Caldwell, Carson Beckett and Hermoid were
there in the room with Elizabeth, Ronon and Radim.
Ladon gasped as the little naked alien made its way towards him.
"I have been informed by Doctor Weir that you need proof of the
incident in which Colonel Caldwell was host to a Goa'uld," the alien
Radim swallowed hard. "Yes."
"Colonel." The alien turned to Caldwell. "If you would, please."
Stephen Caldwell put the metal briefcase that he had brought with him
onto the table and opened it.
"Every procedure that takes place in Atlantis is recorded," he said.
"My--" he broke off, unable to continue as the memories of what had
taken place when he tried to destroy Atlantis flashed through his mind.
He steeled himself, and took a breath, feeling his lover move closer to
"This is a video recording of my interrogation by Colonel Sheppard and
Specialist Dex," he told Radim. "Although I was conscious of what was
going on, I was unable to communicate with the Colonel until I
was..."--his breath hitched--"until the Colonel shot me with a taser.
The electric shock gave me the opportunity to tell Colonel Sheppard
what he needed to know to disarm the bomb."
Stephen slipped the video into the recorder and Ladon Radim watched.
When it was finished, Stephen changed the video.
The little alien spoke up as Radim watched what looked like nothing so
much as a nimbus of white light surrounding Colonel Caldwell's head,
and then what looked like a finned snake suddenly appearing in a jar.
"Removing the simbiot was a very delicate operation, and was only
achieved using Asguard technology. The simbiot itself died shortly
after being removed from its host." there was no hint of emotion in the
alien's voice. "As you can see, the operation was a success and Colonel
Caldwell has long since returned to active duty."
Radim stood very slowly, feeling Ronon Dex crowd in at his back.
Elizabeth stood directly in front of him.
"We want our people back," she said.
Radim nodded slowly. "All right," he said.