Pairing: Ronon/Sheppard, with a hint of Ronon/Sheppard/McKay
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "Look," McKay concluded impatiently, his voice low even though they were alone, "if you want to have him, you'll have to take him yourself, because there's no way he will make the first move."
AN: This is for denyce36, who wanted Ronon, possessiveness/claiming, and first-time. It didn't work out quite the way I wanted, but I hope you still like it. :)
Pounce
Ronon had spent his first few days on Atlantis watching Sheppard watch him.
Initially, he hadn't thought much of it, just the action of a soldier looking out for his people by threat assessing the new presence among them. Then he had wondered if maybe it was curiosity, or probably admiration of Ronon's talents, perhaps even the acknowledgement of a certain kinship.
That was before he had seen the hungry gleam in the other man's eyes when Ronon defeated seven of his soldiers with a few easy movements.
He had caught himself trying to impress the man several times so far, and he had a sneaking suspicion that there would be at least a few more. Sheppard had continued to watch him, but had never said anything, had never made a move. Ronon could understand that. No reason to start anything with somebody who wouldn't stay.
But then he was staying, and Sheppard still wouldn't do anything about it, about the attraction between the both of them, and Ronon was growing confused. The Colonel was his superior; he should have ordered Ronon to please him as soon as the Satedan had agreed to become a part of his team.
He asked McKay about it, another man under the Colonel's command. The scientist choked on his coffee, turned red, then pale, then very amused, and gave a complicated explanation about rules and regulations and cultural taboos and stupid people who wouldn't let themselves have what they wanted and the advantages of sneakiness, until Ronon wasn't sure what he had asked anymore. Oh, and would he please not make hasty assumptions about McKay's sexuality?
"Look," McKay concluded impatiently, his voice low even though they were alone, "if you want to have him, you'll have to take him yourself, because there's no way he will make the first move."
The scientist looked him up and down with a calculative expression.
"It shouldn't be too hard, though. Just overwhelm him with your manly…" a few wild gestures, "manliness, or something. He'll get into the spirit soon enough."
McKay grinned conspiratorially, and Ronon was surprised to find himself grinning back. That man had a way of making you like him without even intending to do so that was almost scary.
Maybe Ronon would try to overwhelm him with his manly something as well one of these days. But first things first.
He found Sheppard in the training room, watching a few of his men practise some of the moves Ronon had taught them. The Satedan warrior felt the familiar hunger well up inside him as he looked at the slender man resting easily against the wall. Sheppard was rather slim, his movements almost lazy, belying his strength. This was a dangerous man, lulling enemies into a false sense of security with his attitude, and Ronon wanted to feel that lean body move underneath him, fighting him, and then surrendering to his own strength.
He wanted it so badly it left him aching.
The Lantean soldiers eyed him warily as he entered. As well they should; he had quite a bit of tension to work out.
"Want to spar?"
They didn't, that much was obvious, but Sheppard nodded slightly, and they positioned themselves around the mat. A few of them had even learned something from their earlier training, and Ronon felt a sense of accomplishment he hadn't even been aware of missing for almost seven years. His satisfaction made him go even harder on them, so they could learn even more, until they were panting and sweating and at the end of their strength.
"I think that's enough for today."
Sheppard's drawl wasn't a suggestion, it was a command, and his soldiers sighed in relief. Ronon dutifully stepped back, waiting as they grabbed their belongings and filed out of the room. His body was still thrumming with restless energy.
"Want to spar?" he asked again, aware that Sheppard's eyes hadn't left him throughout the training.
"I think I'll pass."
"I'll go easy on you." The offer was made with a slight grin. Ronon knew that Sheppard could hardly resist a challenge. And sure enough, the Colonel shrugged out of his jacket.
"No need."
A few brief exercises to warm up, some easy moves to test each other's strength, and then they collided in a flurry of motion, striking and blocking, dancing across the mat. Sheppard was quick, but careless, too daring in his style, leaving more than enough openings for Ronon to take him down again and again. Still, the Colonel managed to get in a few blows of his own, which thrilled the Satedan to no end. He dropped his guard enough to make Sheppard advance on him, then he used the man's movement to slam him down onto the mat, one arm twisted behind his back, the other trapped underneath his body. Sheppard struggled briefly, then he gave up.
"Alright, you proved your point. Now let go."
Sheppard was a strong fighter, that much was sure. But Ronon was stronger. And growing hard.
"No," he growled, twisting Sheppard's arm a little harder, causing the other man to grunt softly.
"No?" The question was delivered in a disbelieving tone.
"No. And it would be wise to close the door."
Sheppard had stilled completely.
"Why?"
"Because I'm about to prove another point."
With that, Ronon pressed his erection against Sheppard's ass, and the Colonel gasped in surprise.
"What the-"
"No talking," Ronon interrupted fiercely, left hand bending Sheppard's arm until his wrist was resting between his shoulder blades, pressing down lightly as a warning. The other was moving over the soldier's firm ass and between his legs, fingers pressing into the cleft between his cheeks, rubbing up and down. "You are mine."
"Are you crazy?" Sheppard demanded, starting to struggle again, trying to push him off. Ronon didn't let him.
"No. I claim you. You are mine," he repeated, pressing down harder, ignoring Sheppard's pained expression as the other man bucked stubbornly underneath him. "It could have been the other way around, but you waited too long.
"Don't fight me. You want this, and I will make it good," Ronon promised, fingers brushing the Colonel's tight balls.
Sheppard surrendered with a silent shudder, hips pushing slightly into the mat. Ronon pressed his fingers against Sheppard's covered hole as a reward, marvelling in the resulting short gasp.
"Mine," he hissed, pressing the other man into the mat and biting down on his clothed shoulder, hard enough to leave a bruise. Sheppard moaned. Behind them, the doors slid shut.
Excited, Ronon reached far between the Colonel's legs, brushing over his balls and moving higher. He closed his hand around Sheppard's hard length, causing him to inhale sharply as he started to pump the erection in his grasp.
"I will take you," the Satedan growled, mouth right next to the other man's ear. "I will fuck you so hard, so deep that you will come screaming. I will leave my marks on your body so you will be reminded of me for days to come. And when they fade, I will take you again, and there's nothing you can do about it."
"God," Sheppard whispered, pushing forward into Ronon's hand, so he pulled it back, playing with the soldier's balls for a while before moving teasing fingers over his hole again, Sheppard writhing and gasping underneath him.
"You want it."
"Yes." The answer was quiet, breathless, almost inaudible, but it was enough.
"Raise your hips."
Sheppard obeyed, and Ronon reached around the other man's hips to unbuckle his belt and open his trousers, pulling them down along with Sheppard's underwear. He let them pool around the Colonel's knees, barely giving him enough room to spread his legs. The fingers of his left hand tightened around Sheppard's wrist, and he knew there'd be bruises later. He didn't care, wanted it, needed the proud man to remember what he, Ronon, had done to him. With him. His mouth watered at the sight of that pale, firm ass he had uncovered, smooth skin sprinkled with dark hair. At the musky smell of Sheppard's arousal burning sharp in his nose. Reverently, he ran his free hand lightly across the gorgeous cheeks before dipping his fingers into the sweaty cleft, circling around Sheppard's small puckered opening, causing the Lantean to shudder with a quiet, half-suppressed moan.
It had been too long. Too long to draw this out, too long since he had allowed himself to have this, too long since he had wanted and taken; simply too long to make it last. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out the small tube of clear lubricant, courtesy of Dr. McKay ("Don't thank me, I've got the day off and access to the surveillance system."). He squirted a small blob on his index finger, then dropped the tube and pressed his finger against Sheppard's hole and inside without further ado. He slid in easily enough, turning his finger inside the slick heat, and Sheppard moaned, pushing back against him. Ronon grinned, giving the man what he wanted by pushing in a second finger. Surprisingly enough, the Colonel had followed the 'No talking' order so far, and the only sounds filling the training room were the soldier's harsh panting and the rhythmic wet squishy noise Ronon's fingers made gliding in and out of the Lantean's ass.
He added a third finger, stretching Sheppard's opening so wide it had to hurt, but the other accepted the intrusion with a deep, throaty moan, pushing back as far as the confinement of his trousers would allow him to, rutting against Ronon's fingers like that alone would get him off. Ronon was sweating himself by now, his own cock straining against the confinement of his trousers, desperate to plunge into that warm, welcoming body before him.
"Beg for it."
Sheppard's chest was pressed against the mat, arm still twisted between his shoulder blades; his black shirt had ridden up, revealing the smooth skin of his back. The firm ass was raised for Ronon to do with as he pleased, fingers buried deep inside, and his trousers were caught around his knees, trapping the man, legs spread as wide as he could. Ronon leaned down, pushed his fingers a little further inside as he started to nibble one pale globe before biting down hard, leaving another mark. The soldier moaned.
"Beg for it," Ronon repeated.
"Fuck me," Sheppard spat, turning his head to glare at him, cheeks flushed with arousal. "Now, fuck me now, or is there a problem?"
"I said beg, not order."
Ronon nibbled along Sheppard's neck, licking behind the other man's ear and finally plunging his tongue inside, making the other man writhe and moan underneath him.
"Now," Sheppard insisted mulishly, and Ronon chuckled.
He turned his fingers inside Sheppard's slick ass, pushing and pulling, stroking the little hard nub until Sheppard started drooling helplessly against the mat, hips bucking into thin air, causing the soft tissue around Ronon's fingers to twist and contract.
"Ronon-"
"Beg."
"God, fuck me, please."
Ronon pulled his fingers out of Sheppard's ass, grabbed the front of his trousers and practically ripped them open, freeing his cock and slicking it up before he thrust into the other man, burying himself in that tight heat so deep that he balls were pressed firmly against Sheppard's trembling body.
"Oh, God," Sheppard groaned, mouth falling slack against the mat as Ronon started to pound ruthlessly into his body, too far gone already to care for any finesse. Next time, he promised silently, next time I'll make you forget your own name, so all you can whimper is mine. Sheppard was moaning constantly now, bucking into him with wild abandon, practically running towards the edge, ready to jump right over. Ronon picked up his speed, fucking the Lantean soldier as hard and as deep as he could.
"Mine," he grunted, pumping into the other man's ass, clutching his hips so hard they would be bearing his fingerprints tomorrow.
"God, yes!" Sheppard panted, then he grunted, jerked, and came with a loud sobbing scream, his semen spurting against the mat. He gave a shuddering sigh, then his body went limp, ass sagging towards the ground. Ronon gripped it even tighter, holding it up as he thrust into the half-conscious man, once, twice, and then he was there, his release a white-hot relief spilling into Sheppard's body. He let himself fall, ignoring Sheppard's muffled "Ooof!" as he pressed him into the mat. They stayed like that for a while, tangled up and panting, until Sheppard began to struggle underneath him: "Ow!"
Ronon snickered and complied, letting go of the other man, watching him rub his wrist and pull up his trousers, before wiping the mat with a handkerchief.
"Been a while, huh?"
Sheppard glared.
"Don't get cocky about it."
The Colonel straightened himself up, sniffed, and left without looking back. Ronon was okay with that.
He knew where to find him.
~~~
End.