Fic: Still on the Plantation (No Precious Time Series, 18/28)
Title: Still on the Plantation (No Precious Time Series, 18/28)
Author: The Time Being/SGAtlantisLight
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Genre: Smutty angst, H/C
Rating: NC-17 overall, though some chapters are lower
Author's Notes: Part of the No Precious Time Series. Beta and encouragement from a lot of people, but especially LJ user lapislaz, LJ user mice1900, and inkscribe.
Warnings can be found here for those who can't read without them. These contain plot spoilers.
Disclaimer: I own them all! But, alas, not in this universe.


"You can be up to your boobies in white satin, with gardenias in your hair and no sugar cane for miles, but you can still be working on a plantation." - Billie Holiday

Radek leaned back, pulling his glasses off and rubbing his eyes tiredly. He replaced them to re-read the letter.

Dear John,

I'm sorry to do this by letter, but I'm afraid the words would desert me if I were to try and tell you in person.

I have been thinking about what has happened between us and have come to realise that regardless of what we say this is, regardless of what I say this is, you have and will always see it as more. I should have realised it the other night at Rodney and Carson's, but I waved it away as an act of desperation. It may have been an act of desperation, but it was one that assumed much about me that you know is not true. The incident earlier today was much the same.

I am and always will be your friend, but I cannot love you. It isn't in my nature. And that is what you are seeking.

I'm still very shaken from what happened today and right now I don't think I can see you. I've given you all the help I can. I'm sorry.

Perhaps in a few days we can talk.

Your friend, Radek

With a regretful sigh, he sent the email.

***

"Welcome back, Colonel," Elizabeth greeted.

"Doctor Weir," Caldwell greeted. "The various trial personnel are on board the Daedalus. I'm thinking for those intended to remain unbiased it might be better to keep them aboard."

She nodded. "Good idea. I'm assuming we want to convene the trial pretty quickly."

"Absolutely. This sort of thing can be really bad for morale." He followed her as they walked to her office. "I understand Colonel Lorne and Doctor Beckett have also been infected?

"They were, yes. It appears that Colonel Lorne managed to successfully fight it off." She sat at her desk.

"That's good. I don't think Atlantis could afford to lose another CO." He settled into the chair in front of the desk. "How's Sheppard?"

She hesitated and then shook her head. "Not well. None of the rescuees are doing well, to be honest. He had a seizure that was probably caused by the build-up of stress. It's likely we'll be seeing more of it."

He grimaced. "I know Sheppard and I never exactly saw eye to eye, but I am sorry to see him go through this."

"Really?" she asked.

"I know I was opposed to his continuing in a command capacity, but I'm not a heartless man, Doctor Weir. My professional assessment of his suitability for command wasn't personal. And, frankly, from what I've heard of this virus, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy."

"I still believe he could have performed his duties if he hadn't been... encouraged to resign." She gave him a hard look.

Caldwell shrugged. "You aren't military. You can't really understand all the implications of his... frequent choices of... relief to the men under his command."

Elizabeth glared, but knew she wasn't going to win this one, and there was no reason to make him hostile to John. "We'll just have to agree to disagree on this one."

***

"I can't," Rodney said, not meeting Carson's eyes.

Carson gently took his hands. "Can you tell me why, love?"

"We'll just mess it up. I'll mess it up."

Carson considered him a moment, then put a finger under Rodney's chin and tilted his head up to look into his eyes. "Is this because of what happened before between you and John?"

Rodney tried to look away, then sighed and met his eyes. "We... I hurt you. And I can't... I couldn't..."

"But it would be both of us, not just you and John, and with my knowledge and consent."

"I know, but..." Rodney swallowed, blinking rapidly. "Do you... do you want to do this?"

"Not without you being comfortable with it."

"But what if we... what if one of us ends up wanting him more than, than the other one."

"I suppose that's a risk," Carson said, nodding. "Long-term threesomes take a lot of work-- a lot more work than a couple does. If you're not comfortable with it, then we won't."

"But you want to try it," Rodney said, his voice flat.

"I'll admit, the idea intrigues me, but not enough to endanger our relationship." Carson sighed. "I've... I've got a confession to make." Rodney's eyes widened, a hint of panic in them. "It's nothing too horrible, love," Carson assured him. "It's just this morning, when we were having sex in the one empty lab-- the one with the large window?"

Rodney nodded.

"Toward the end, I looked up and... and John was there, watching us."

"He was?" Rodney squeaked.

Carson nodded. "At least I think so. It may have been a trick of my mind. All I know is the thought of him there, watching..." Carson swallowed, remembering how aroused it had made him, how he'd come so hard. "But when I opened my eyes after coming, he wasn't there. So I don't know."

"He was watching us." Rodney shuddered and shifted uncomfortably.

Carson's gaze travelled down to where he held Rodney's hand and saw the tenting in Rodney's trousers. He looked up in surprise.

Rodney's eyes shifted away from him. "Yeah. It turns me on. Sorry."

Carson debated for a moment and then slipped his hand down to stroke Rodney's erection through his clothes. "And would it turn you on to have me watch you and John together?"

Rodney moaned.

"Or for you to watch John and me?" Carson risked.

Rodney's hips thrust up. "You're not being fair," he groaned.

Carson leaned forward and kissed him. "I love you, Rodney, and I'll never leave you. But I'd like you to think about Teyla's suggestion... seriously think about it, because I think you're interested and afraid to say it."

Rodney pulled him in for another kiss and they were soon lost in each other.

***

"We shouldn't be doing this," Christopher Parrish gasped. "Caldwell--"

Evan growled against his throat. "I don't give a damn about Caldwell. I want you."

"Evan..."

"Don't. Just hold the fuck still."

Christopher went still, two feet inside Evan's room, right smack in front of the door, completely visible if anyone were to come in. He whimpered as Evan unbuttoned his khakis, then pushed both them and his boxers down to mid-thigh. Evan kissed him hard, hand curling around his cock, and then slid to his knees. "Oh, God!" Christopher stuttered out as Evan's mouth took his full length.

Evan hummed around him and Christopher fought the urge to pump forward. Evan's hand cupped his balls, playing with them slowly as his mouth played fast and dirty on Christopher's cock.

Christopher wanted to slow it down, but Evan's mouth was relentless, and within minutes he was moaning, spilling into Evan's mouth. His knees went weak, but Evan's arm curled around him, holding him up till he got his breathing under control.

As soon as Christopher had recovered, Evan stood, an evil smirk on his face. "Turn around and put your hands on the door."

Christopher shuddered and did as he was told, wanting to protest the danger, but still too aroused to do so. He shivered as he heard the snick of the lube opening and widened his stance.

One thing was obvious, they were certainly making up for lost time.

***

John returned to the area of the city they called their own, feeling bruised and exhausted, a prescription bottle of anti-depressants rattling in his pocket and a promise to take them weighing on his mind. There were no questions, no pity, and no false smiles. He may have been the first to have a seizure, but odds were good he wouldn't be the last. Fear and anger and despair lay thick in the air. Something was going to have to break soon.

***

"May I join you?"

Teyla looked up from her meal to see one of the rescuees standing there. "Of course you may. You are Veza, correct?"

The woman nodded and sat down, examining the food on her tray. "Do you know what this fruit is?"

"It is an orange. It is both sweet and tart." Teyla smiled. "You should avoid eating it while in the presence of Doctor McKay."

"Doctor McKay? That is Rodney, Carson's man?"

Teyla nodded. "He is allergic to oranges as well as certain other Earth fruits." She reached across and picked up the orange. "You will need to peel it first. Allow me to show you." She began peeling it, slowly so Veza could see what she was doing. She could tell the woman had something on her mind, but was content to wait.

Veza took a section and tried it, smiling at the flavour. "Oh! I have had the juice of this fruit. This is delicious."

"It reminds me very much of fainal fruit," Teyla said.

"Yes. It is similar." Veza sighed. "Such fruit was only given rarely in the brothel."

Teyla watched as the woman took a bite of sandwich. "I believe that is turkey."

Veza grinned. "John's favourite. I will have to bring him one." Hesitation flashed in her eyes and then she looked away, concentrating on her salad for a moment. She cleared her throat. "I... I had a question. About your people..."

***

At dinner as they all sat around the table, not talking about the thing on everyone's mind, Ri suddenly stood. "We need to... have an orgy or a gangbang or something."

John blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Now that we've gotten our memories back, we're trying to be what we were before-- holding back, reserving sex till we're in a lot of pain and pretending that we don't need it, but we do need it. Until this virus is out of our systems, we're whores, pure and simple. So for tonight, I think we need to forget who we were, who we want to be and just... fuck till we can't walk straight. Tomorrow... tomorrow we can go back to pretending."

***

John shuddered as Veza secured his hands to the bed. "How did I end up as one of the ones to be tied down again?"

She smiled and kissed him. "Luck of the draw."

Jastain hurried in and handed Veza a blindfold, eyes sweeping down John's form. "You look really pretty, John."

"Thanks," John answered noncommittally, watching Jastain practically skip out. "I don't know if I can handle this."

"By your people's standards, they may be children, but they aren't so here," Veza said, placing the blindfold over his eyes. "Certainly not now. Lift your head, John. That's good."

"But they're--"

She put a hand over his mouth. "They know your feelings on the matter. Tonight, you're a vessel for others' pleasure. If they so choose to use you, it is their choice, not yours. Now, relax, John, and let me prepare you."

***

After her fingers had worked him open and slicked him up while her mouth teased him to hardness, Veza slipped up to straddle him and sank down on him, burying him in her heat. Denied sight or touch, John strained against his bonds to arch up against her. He whimpered as she stopped and then climbed off.

As he started to protest, the bed dipped and someone straddled his chest. He felt warm, silken flesh against his lips, sliding along them and leaving slickness behind. John opened his mouth, accepting the cock. The other man exhaled in pleasure as John let his tongue play over the head, but made no vocalisation to identify himself. John could feel the other man shift forward and tilted his head back to take the cock deeper. The other man was almost silent as he began slowly pumping into John's mouth and John lost himself in the slide of flesh, the taste of pre-come, the quiet pleasure sounds the other man was making.

The bed dipped again and he felt hands on his legs, body slipping between them, hands kneading his ass, opening him up. The first man hardly slowed in his thrusts, filling John's mouth, pushing into his throat. John groaned around the cock as the second man pushed into his ass, not stopping until his balls were snug against John. John's hands curled around the straps binding him to the bed as the two men took him, their rhythm converging, thrusting into his body and withdrawing in a profane dance.

John relaxed back, focusing on breathing in rhythm, wondering who was taking him, but unable to protest regardless. Sense memories flashed across his mind-- the feel and taste of Rodney's cock as John had sucked him, the scent of Carson and Rodney as Carson had pumped into his lover, the darkness of Carson's eyes as he'd looked up to meet John's. He knew the men on the bed were rescuees, but his mind filled in the details-- Rodney, fucking his mouth, and Carson, pumping into his ass. He groaned at the thought, cock hardening even further. His body sang with their rhythm. He was a vessel. The first man gasped, pumped hard into his mouth and came, filling John's mouth with warm, bitter fluid. The other man slammed into him, harder and faster, breathing raggedly, cock stroking against John's prostate with every thrust, and then froze almost all the way out and slowly pushed in till John was full, full, full, and then began throbbing, filling him. John arched and came, pleasure flashing through him, momentarily burning away the constant throb of pain.

As he lay in shocked silence, the other two men climbed out of the bed, leaving John none the wiser on who had just taken him. Before he could recover his breath, the bed dipped again and another body took its place between his legs, cock pushing into his come-slick hole, and began to slowly, leisurely fuck him.

***

"John, can ye hear me?"

He swam up from inky darkness, blinking his eyes in confusion. Carson sat on the edge of the bed, one hand slowly rubbing John's wrists, a look of concern on his face. The scent of sex still clung to the room, the taste of semen in his mouth, the burn and slick in his ass. A sheet had been pulled up around his waist, but it didn't entirely cover the drying semen on his abdomen and chest. Most of the rescuees were crowded into his door. "C-Carson? What happened?"

"You fainted," Carson answered simply, slipping an arm under him. "Can you sit up? There. All right? Gentle now. Nikal, lad, did you get that drink? Oh, good. Drink this," Carson said, pushing a drink into his hands.

Confused, John drank, trying to sort out his memories. "I fainted?"

"Aye, you did. Gave everyone quite a scare. How do you feel now? Any dizziness, nausea, headache?"

John shook his head. "Just confused."

"Let me see your eyes."

John looked into Carson's face, blue eyes caring and worried. A light blush adorned the doctor's cheeks.

"I fainted... while having sex?"

"Mmmhm," Carson answered, checking one eye and then the other. His cheeks got a bit redder. "And despite all the portrayals in literature and movies, it's not all that common an occurrence. Were you hyperventilating?"

"Um. I, uh, I don't remember."

"Hm. And have you been taking the anti-depressants Doctor Heightmeyer prescribed?"

"Yeah." John looked away, embarrassed to admit that weakness.

"All right. Fainting is an uncommon side effect. We'll need to keep an eye on you and see if it happens again. If it does, we'll switch meds. Don't stop taking them, all right?"

"Yeah. All right."

Carson smiled and squeezed his arm. "Good. I don't think it's anything to worry about. If you start feeling light-headed, lie down till it passes and then get yourself to the infirmary, okay?"

John nodded.

Carson stood and smiled at the people crowded around the door. "He's all right. So, I'll leave you folks to your... activities."

There were several murmured thanks as Carson slipped through the door and left. John looked at them all and noted how pale and shaken Nikal appeared and his stomach clenched in suspicion, memories of bedding the teen back at the brothel flooding his mind. He lay back in the bed, fighting the revulsion that flooded through him. "Sorry," he croaked.

"It's okay," Amaro said. "We're all pretty good now."

There were murmurs of agreement, but John noticed no one said anything about doing it again.