Isolation, A Place to Hide

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Claim: Stargate: Atlantis - John Sheppard
Title: Isolation
Author: Kharessa Bloodrose, aka kharessa
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay.
Prompt: 20. Non-Con.
Rating: NC-17.
Length: medium (2,678 words)
Brief summary: Set during The Lost Boys. John knows what he has to do to keep Rodney stable, and he does it; he's struggling with his own powerlessness and lack of control, the thin veneer of consent he tries to rationalize into existence, and the exorbitant price he knows they're both going to pay for it later.

"Don't tell me what I want." John's sarcasm edged drawl sounded false to his own ears, but his words weren't entirely untrue. He knew where all this clinging and comforting was leading, and he knew that in spite of Rodney's shame and denial, enzyme impelled need would overcome his self-control. The sex would be rough and hard and fast, and somewhere in the middle of it, Rodney would forget to be careful. He'd be sorry afterward, but that wouldn't change the fact that, for a little while, Rodney would be high on the primal rush of being able to hold John down and still. It also wouldn't change the fact that, however cooperative and receptive John might be, John would still know that the balance had shifted and that consensuality had become a fiction that he maintained for both their sakes. That fiction could be more comfortably continued if he didn't wait until animal need overwhelmed the side of Rodney that found all of this unforgivably horrifying.

Link to the story: Isolation

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Claim: Stargate: Atlantis - John Sheppard
Title: A Place to Hide
Author: lyndac
Characters: John Sheppard, ensemble.
Prompt: 45. Trapped.
Rating: R.
Length: medium (3,641 words)
Brief summary: Torture sends John deeper and deeper into his own head. It could be abstract and introspective, but instead there's a brilliant premise that's firmly grounded in concrete visual settings with pitch-perfect action and dialogue. Intense, unsettling, utterly believable.

John looks down again and the doctor is talking to his goons, making plans no doubt about how to get John off the wheel.

"Right," John says. He looks up and stares ahead. He has no weapons. He has no strength. He's outnumbered. All he has is places where he can hide for brief moments before the pain gets so bad that he blacks out or the outside begins to bleed in.

John looks at Teyla, unsure of exactly what it is that he wants to tell her, or wants to hear. Doesn't really matter. It's all in his head anyway.

"You must remain strong," she says, the set of her face insistent. "We will come for you."

John looks away and leans back, putting on his sunglasses. "That's what I keep telling myself."

Link to the story: A Place to Hide