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Kink Bingo Ficlet:Something to Fight Against (John/Ronon) Adult

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Jun. 15th, 2009 | 06:14 am
posted by: the_minx_17 in sheppard_dex

Title: Something to Fight Against
Author: the_minx_17
Fandom (Pairing)/Rating: Stargate: Atlantis (John/Ronon) – Very Adult
Word count: ~770
Kink: **Consent Play **
Summary: Ronon excels at giving John something to fight against.
A/N: Part of my Kink Bingo card. Thanks to fl3tch3r and tabakat for the prereads.



Ronon slams John into the wall. "I saw you out there, offering your ass to that boy."

"What the hell!" Then John's training kicks in and he starts fighting back. Kicking and biting and....

… losing spectacularly. Ronon is bigger than John, and in a hand-to-hand match, bigger is usually better. Especially when the backgrounds, the training, are comparable.

Ronon knocks John's feet out from under him and follows him to the ground, rolling until John is pinned face down, body wedged between Ronon and Atlantis' unforgiving floor. "Still ready to play the whore, Sheppard?"

"You don't want to do this, Ronon." John claws at the floor, scrabbling for purchase with his hands and feet. His words are choppy, broken by heavy gasps for air. "Just stop and think."

"Been thinking..." and Ronon pushes a hand between John and the floor, "about this..." then his fingers wrap around John's flaccid dick and he squeezes. Hard. "All day."

John stays silent, saves his breath for the fight. He twists and turns, squirms until he has his knees bent and is a in a semi-kneel, and then he starts rocking, gaining momentum in the hopes of pushing off Ronon's body and getting away.

Instead, as John lunges forward, the sound of ripping fabric fills the air. His pants are torn, shredded from the waist to below his ass. Never has he cursed the soft, wash worn BDUs more. John's dick jerks, starts filling and growing, slowly becoming hard and erect. John tells himself it's just the rush of adrenaline. Maybe. Hopefully.

Ronon squeezes again and John hisses, "Dammit."

"Knew you wanted it. Just didn't know how much," Ronon chuckles darkly.

Then Ronon shifts his grip, transfers a hand to the elastic band of John's boxers, and pulls. They are just as worn, just as weak as the BDUs and then, as the rent of fabric slices the air, John's ass is exposed.

"Son of a bitch!" With the words, John renews his fight. He kicks back blindly, catching Ronon full on. Ronon's curse brings a sliver of satisfaction, even if it doesn't slow him down one whit.

If anything, it spurs Ronon on. He pulls John's ankles and then, using his weight, holds John in place. A leather thong appears, most likely one of the laces from Ronon's pants, and John's hands are bound together at the wrist. "Come on, Sheppard," Ronon whispers directly into John's ear. "Fight me."

Instead John stills, clenches every muscle tight, and snarls, "Fuck you."

"Close enough." Ronon forces the cheeks of John's ass apart, digs his fingers deep into the malleable flesh and wrestles the muscle until John's body yields just enough for his hole to be seen. Ronon spits – once, twice, three times – and coats the wrinkled opening in warm saliva.

Then Ronon's cock is pushing into John, stretching him, bruising him from the inside out, and all John can think to do is push back and accept it, ride both the cock and the pain. Because fighting now would just be stupid. "Fuck. No, no. no."

"Come on," Ronon snaps, hands on John's hips as he pulls and pushes, thrusting and retreating in a fast, steady rhythm. "Give up."

"Goddammit!" John roars as his balls tighten and his dick empties out, untouched. "Damn it."

Ronon tenses, his knuckles straining with the fury of his grip, and comes.

Silently, Ronon slips free of John's body. He rolls to the side and stretches one arm out, releasing John's wrists from the binding leather, as the other feels behind him, looking for and locating a bottle of water. He opens the bottle and pushes it into John's hands.

John tips the bottle back and chugs until it is empty. He mentally catalogs the cuts and scraps and multitude of bruises: his ass, his wrists, his ribs, his everything. He's definitely going to feel this one tomorrow. He can't help but smile at that; it's exactly what he'd wanted, what he'd needed to work off the aggravation and stress and downright pissiness of Atlantis' latest clusterfuck. "Hey, Ronon," he says once his breathing is under control, "Thanks."

Ronon nods and then, groaning as he stands, growls, "You owe me a massage, Sheppard."

John's lips quirk into a small smile as he follows Ronon to the shower. He owes his lover a hell of a lot more than a rub down.

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Gaffsie

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from: gaffsie
date: Jun. 15th, 2009 01:54 pm (UTC)
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I love that Ronon is willing to give this to John, and that John trusts Ronon enough to ask for it.

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Minxie

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from: the_minx_17
date: Jun. 15th, 2009 05:25 pm (UTC)
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It is all a matter of trust, on both sides of the coin. *g*

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kimberlite

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from: kimberlite
date: Jun. 15th, 2009 04:09 pm (UTC)
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Guh! :)

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Minxie

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from: the_minx_17
date: Jun. 15th, 2009 05:26 pm (UTC)
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Thanks! :)

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Ruric

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from: ruric
date: Jun. 15th, 2009 11:39 pm (UTC)
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HOMG

*fans self*

Just...yeah. That level of trust and understanding and give and take?

*nods nods*

That's the John and Ronon in my head.

*bookmarks*

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Minxie

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from: the_minx_17
date: Jun. 16th, 2009 01:12 am (UTC)
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*VBG*

So happy to know I'm not the only one that sees such a high level of trust and co-dependence between John and Ronon.

Thanks so much!

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