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....oh, dear god.
I love my brain.
AHEM. Squickyfic ahead. Which breaks those rules that I just mentioned? Yeah. It does. Cut for your viewing... pleasure. (and... is really kind of disturbing. Go, brain)
A Little Death
by Ana Lyssie Cotton
"Fuck."
Blood was pouring from the massive self-inflicted gunshot wound. Lizzie would go for the rifle, John thought distantly, as the light left her eyes.
"HAH!" Derisive laughter came from behind him and he slowly turned. McKay was smirking evilly. "Now you're mine, Johnnie-boy, and ain't no one gonna take you away from me."
"Rodney." He tried. Tried to fight the apathy engulfing him, "You have to fight it."
"No." And Dr. Rodney McKay reached down and grabbed the front of his pants. "I like this. So should you. Oh, look, is that a rocket in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me, flyboy?"
Oh, god. Oh, God, that actually felt good. And John couldn't fight the inexhorable pressure as his knees gave way, and he felt Lizzie's cooling arms slide around him. "C'mon, lover," her dead mouth purred. "Let's fuck."
Rodney's hand slid inside his pants.
"Please--" he choked off the words as something slick was painted on his neck and he could smell the sickly-sweetness of her blood. And his neck felt sticky now.
A tongue flicked out and traced his artery.
The hand on his cock flexed, and John let out an involuntary groan. A giggle came from behind him, and then fingernails were raking up and down his back, and he was beginning to realize that, fucked up as this shit was, he was so not going to be able to stop it.
It felt almost good, almost right, pleasure rushed through him...
And, dimly, in a small corner of his brain, the part of Major John Sheppard which had not succumbed to the psychic manipulations of the Wraiths gibbered quietly to itself and suffered a little death.
-finis-
AHEM. Squickyfic ahead. Which breaks those rules that I just mentioned? Yeah. It does. Cut for your viewing... pleasure. (and... is really kind of disturbing. Go, brain)
A Little Death
by Ana Lyssie Cotton
"Fuck."
Blood was pouring from the massive self-inflicted gunshot wound. Lizzie would go for the rifle, John thought distantly, as the light left her eyes.
"HAH!" Derisive laughter came from behind him and he slowly turned. McKay was smirking evilly. "Now you're mine, Johnnie-boy, and ain't no one gonna take you away from me."
"Rodney." He tried. Tried to fight the apathy engulfing him, "You have to fight it."
"No." And Dr. Rodney McKay reached down and grabbed the front of his pants. "I like this. So should you. Oh, look, is that a rocket in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me, flyboy?"
Oh, god. Oh, God, that actually felt good. And John couldn't fight the inexhorable pressure as his knees gave way, and he felt Lizzie's cooling arms slide around him. "C'mon, lover," her dead mouth purred. "Let's fuck."
Rodney's hand slid inside his pants.
"Please--" he choked off the words as something slick was painted on his neck and he could smell the sickly-sweetness of her blood. And his neck felt sticky now.
A tongue flicked out and traced his artery.
The hand on his cock flexed, and John let out an involuntary groan. A giggle came from behind him, and then fingernails were raking up and down his back, and he was beginning to realize that, fucked up as this shit was, he was so not going to be able to stop it.
It felt almost good, almost right, pleasure rushed through him...
And, dimly, in a small corner of his brain, the part of Major John Sheppard which had not succumbed to the psychic manipulations of the Wraiths gibbered quietly to itself and suffered a little death.
-finis-
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At a certain point, the fucked-up-ness becomes humor ;) Well worth the extra words past the 100 promised ;)
Um... now I'm going to clean my brain by rereading your NONscary ShepWeir fic :)
-- Little Red
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It's exactly 300. I hit 156 and went "Oooh, but... can't cut anything." And hit 237, and had the same irritated reaction. At 294, I knew I just needed a liiiittle more.
*smirk*
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Very nice.
Now, if only I could get my Ock/Connors fic down, I'd be happy...
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You rock, oh yes.
BTW, hi! I just friended you, 'cause we're on the shepwhore/lizzie list together, and you are coolness. :)
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*eg*
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