☆warnings: Sheppard x Todd, m/m, smut, penetration
☆timeline: after the show, 1th sga book (Legacy series)
☆notes: english is not my native language
☆word count: 6818
☆ (book context) ☆
Carson had put the Wraith into stasis. Everybody knew it was stasis or starvation. Or medical experimentation and that wasn't acceptable. Even for a Wraith.
"I mean, no offense, Todd, but look how that worked out with Michael. You'd look terrible with short hair." John snickered again at the thought, untangled himself from the console and moved closer to the chamber, staring up at the figure inside. "How long does it take your guys to do their hair in the mornings and, jeez after you hibernate a couple hundred years, the line for the blow dryer has to be something awful-"
His smile vanished again, and he sank to the floor, turning so that he sat with his knees drawn up and his back against the solid surface of the chamber. He could feel the city's hum through it, through the floor, the faintest of vibrations that told him he was still on Atlantis. But for how long? They had to go back, there were people depending on them, people they'd made promises to.
"And that includes you, Todd. Whatever your name is. If you have names." John tipped his head back so that it was resting against the stasis chamber.
It had to take some guts to go into stasis here, to voluntarily make yourself helpless, leave it to your enemies to choose when to wake you. If they were going to wake you... "We had a deal" he said quietly. "We have a deal."
John gasped for air, feeling as if his chest was beying crushed. He sprung up, sitting up with cold sweat running down his forehead. "Damn it." He groaned as he rubbed his tired eyes. This was a third night this had happened. Conveniently 3 nights after they put Todd in that damn stasis chamber.
Sheppard didn't like that idea from the start. But he also knew it was the only way to unsure the wraith was free from the Area 51. Which was perhaps better outcome even for the IOA. It wouln't be the best idea to bring Todd into a base packed with Goa'uld tech.
Sheppard chuckled at the idea of Todd breaking out from there, using the damn snake technology. His smirk immediately faded. That again. That damn smirk. It apeared too often now when thinking of the wraith. John jumped to his feet, walking out his quarters in just his sweatpants and oversized, comfy black t-shirt.
Instead of going for a run, as he always did when wanting to clear his head, he headed to the lab. He visited Todd twice already. Just... watching him. Talking to him. Well, practicly taking to himself since Todd couldn't hear him in the stasis. "I must be going crazy."
John exhaled deeply and hid his hands in his pockets as he came face to face with the stasis chamber. The alien froze inside, sleeping. Hibernating? John wasn't really sure. But the second he entered the lab he could feel it again. The sence of beying watched, drawn to the place.
"Fuck this." He groaned, marching right to the stasis chamber without a second thought. He wasn't even sure why he wanted, no. Needed to do this. But he was already tapping his fingers against the controls of the chamber. He saw Carson close the damn thing, he sure was gonna figure out how to open it. He thought. And only a few seconds after, he actually did.
A hiss of the chamber opening echoed through the lab. The wraith inside still for a second before taking a first breath in days. He groaned, as if waking up from a really good nap. His cat like pupils tightened into two thin strings at the suden light. His vision slownly comming to.
The very first view after days in stasis beying the smaller human colonel staring up at him like a thirsty man lost in the desert, finally finding water. "Colonel?"
Todd groaned softly, his voice rough and tired. He was still disoriented, so no wonder he raised his feeding palm when his lips sudenly went warmer. The human standing on his tiptoes, right hand gripping the collar of Todds leather coat, and the left one wrapped in his hair.
Todd had no idea what, no. Why was this happening. But he knew two things. He was hungry. Gods he was starving. But there one other need taking over his sence now. Instead of slamming his feeding palm against johns chest to take his fill, he snaked it to Johns own hair. Digging his sharp nails into the back of Johns head, causing the human whine but not pull back.
Todd had no idea what has gotten into Sheppard. But he sure was not going to complain about it. He tilted his head more, returning the sloppy open mouthed kisses. His sharp teeth brushing against Johns lips from time to time, making him pull by Todds long hair more possesively.
This might be the last time he got the chance to do this. John though. To finally man up and just take what he wanted. He didn't like the fact that he wanted this specificaly. But whatever this was...damn it! It made him weak in knees. His breath hitched when two strong hands spinned him around, holding him tightly, his back facing Todd now.
This was the first time he realised how stupid this was. Realing the wraith...unarmed, with non of his friends knowing where he went. The hair on the back of his neck standing up as he felt Todds hot breath against it. "This was quite a foolish move colonel..." He groaned under his breath. John closed his eyes and groaned, shaking his head as if saying "what a dumbass i must be to get myself into this".
But his heart skipped a beat in relief and also excitement at Todds next words. "A move that proves that you finaly chose to trust me?" John chuckled amuzed, leaned his head back against Todds shoulder, looking up into those cat like eyes. "No. Just that I wanna..." He looked Todd up and down. His sweatpants already growing tighter. "Real bad."
Todds eyes sparkled with mischif. His fangs flexing with a wide grin. He leaned over his smaller body, his front tightly pressed against Johns back. His own bolge twitching against the humans round bottom, making him arch his lower back and whine against Todds grasp. Todd splayed out his palm firmly against Johns left pack. Feeling his fast hearbeat. His feeding hand comming up to cup johns jaw from behind, making Sheppard feel lightheaded.
He haven't felt this manhandled in years. His face red and his legs feeling like jelly. "You are adorable when you are not trying to command the room for ones." Todd purred in Johns ear seductively and kissed along it, sending wave of bliss straight to Johns erection that was tenting his sweatpants emberresingly visibly. Already leaking through them since he wasn't wearing any boxers under them. He rushed here from his bed after all.
The big alien glanced over Johns shoulder, shamelesly taking in the view. Sheppard felt a wave of emberresement that swiftly turned into desire as Todd hooked two fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants.
Sheppards mind completly blanked out after that. All he could remember was sudenly feeling his erection hanging out his sweatpants and leaking down on the floor. His lower back arched, fingers digging in Todds arms that were squeezing tighty his chest. His hips snapping from behind against Johns. The sensual sounds filling the lab, beying only drowned out by Johns high pitched whimpers and needy groans.
Todds wild eyes fixated on Johns face, taking hungerly in every little expresion of delight. His nose rubbing against Johns neck, enjoying the sweet smell of his human. The sharp fangs hovering over johns shoulder, saliva dripping off them, making sheppards hair stand up.
Pathetic whimpering and greedy groaning. That was only two things John was capable of by then. His green eyes rolling back with every harsh thrust, his puffy lips parted slick with saliva. His body trembeling, overwhelmed by the aliens manhood massaging every inch of his insides.
He must have looked ridiculous. God, if his team would to find him like this. Johns stomach flipped. Both in worry and arousel. The view of Todd manhandling him like that, pulling him possesively back into the chamber everytime John accidentaly leaned a little to farward. Fuck and Todd. Beying thirsty for him like a damn animal in heat.
John closed his eyes shut and gasped for air with a loud high pitched whimper as his insides throbed around Todd. His arching erection realising in intense waves, making a mess of the glossy floor under him. The alien clearly enjoying the view, his long pointy tongue slownly dragged against johns neck as he finnished as well.
"Jezus fucking..." Sheppard trailed off as he panted and trembeled like a leaf. He never felt this full before. He threw his head back against Todds shoulder. Todds own panting strangely soothing against his back. Todd glanced down and smirked softly. Making Johns do the same with a tired sigh.
















