New SGA story: Advantage
Jul. 4th, 2005 03:27 pmHooray! A full-length story!
Advantage
McKay/Sheppard -- NC-17 -- 88K
This slave-owner thing was a lot of responsibility.
Story notes
Beta thanks to
astolat,
cesperanza,
giddygeek,
giglet,
julad, and
terrio.
Advantage
McKay/Sheppard -- NC-17 -- 88K
This slave-owner thing was a lot of responsibility.
Story notes
Beta thanks to
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Date: 7/4/05 08:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 7/4/05 09:13 pm (UTC)*scampers off to read*
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Date: 7/4/05 10:08 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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Date: 7/4/05 09:44 pm (UTC)I *loved* that Shep was a bossy slave, because he so would be, and I love that McKay was more responsible than you'd expect him to be.
Well, okay, I loved pretty much everything about it.
Most of all I loved that you took a not-so-new plot and made it all fresh and new and pretty and hot.
Thank you.
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Date: 7/4/05 10:08 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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Date: 7/4/05 09:45 pm (UTC)It would be impossible to lose John in the crowd; among these drably dressed people he was dark and shiny and dangerous as a knife in the linen drawer. Rodney couldn't take his eyes off him. He'd had that sleeping beside him. How could he not have known that it would end with his flesh stripped from his bones?
*whimper*
Just...thank you for writing in this fandom!
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Date: 7/4/05 10:09 pm (UTC)So glad you liked it.
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Date: 7/4/05 09:51 pm (UTC)Slave fic done so very, very right -- thank you for all the inner conflict and outer snark and the fabulous, fabulous ending.
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Date: 7/4/05 10:39 pm (UTC)Anyway, gosh this story was great. I enjoyed reading it a lot what with that little slave kink I have, the cool plot and the hot sex. I was nearly biting my nails though in fear of what would happen when John finally lost the virus. Fortunately it all worked out very well in the end so no worries were neccessary :-) .
Thanks a lot for writing and sharing this and posting it as perfect good night story! *beams*
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Date: 7/5/05 01:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 7/4/05 10:50 pm (UTC)Just...yeah.
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Date: 7/4/05 10:59 pm (UTC)*has the fantastic story happies*
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Date: 7/4/05 11:01 pm (UTC)I like the acknowledgement that without John's negotiation by randomness/persuade-the-natives toolkit they could not succeed. How the whole slave-planet sucks.
I was going to say "bad bad scientists" but obviously John had his fun high-jumping. *g*
"I have an almost irresistible desire to come put lotion on your elbows." *ggg*
"Glowering damply". Yes. My kind of mental picture. I am awaiting your novel with more and more impatience, woman! Hell, send me the previous two versions!
"It was actually kind of fun to say 'I order you' to someone who took it seriously, and he got into the role a bit, giving a regal wave of his hand. Zelenka snorted behind him. Sheppard rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, sir," with amazing insincerity, and left."
I love you. No, I would never have your babies or marry you. But.
Bad, bad Rodney again. He does enjoy lording it over. Except when he's badgered, and even then:
"I don't jog," Rodney said. "I don't run for recreation. I run when someone's after me with a weapon."
"That can be arranged," Sheppard muttered, and then he lurked around Rodney's door for so long that Rodney gave in and went jogging with him just to get rid of him."
Of course it is better to have someone fussing over you because he likes you, rather than because he was under chemical compulsion. We want it all after a while. But until then, this is also wonderful:
Sheppard glared at Rodney. "You didn't jerk off."
"Jesus." Rodney covered his eyes with his hand.
"But it was the whole reason I left."
"Oh, you gave me fifteen minutes. How generous of you."
"You need longer than fifteen minutes? What do you do, interpretive dance?"
Mwuahahahaha! That ... that just slayed me more than anything. The image.
Glad when Shep gets some of his bite back, while Rodney persists in wonderful denial. Gladder still that Rodney is glad that John shakes his head and looked "satisfyingly tight-lipped and smoldery".
...
Except you smash that to bits and tell me it's just what Rodney yet again wants! And you are of course correct.
BTW: Backrubs were number three on my list of things-I-hate-in-fanfic, btw *eyes* and you had to make it ... this?! If you do footrubs and bubblebaths next
and make me LIKE itI ... I ... dunno what I will do."Jesus, what good was an imagination if it was going to insist on a higher level of plausibility than his real life did?"
I appreciate how you keep adressing the issue of dominance, control over another, and don't leave it out of sight. Comparing it with the possible women Rodney might fancy *nods*
"if he was going to get his dearest wish, it would be for something that went deeper --
No. No. He was willing to be pathetic up to a point, but there had to be limits.
Sheppard's hands on his body, then, ..."
This is both guh and meta for me, both what he thinks and what I wonder about fic/romance.
Rodney forgoing the whining and bitching to enable Sheppard to save the kids is ... fine, he's fine. Could be on the show. Might be.
"Rodney thought they both must look pretty bad to make Carson volunteer to pilot the jumper."
Awwww. To all of them.
Re: Damn it, this slave-owner thing was a lot of responsibility.
Date: 7/4/05 11:01 pm (UTC)"Sheppard kissed another spot, and another, none of them too close to the burn, all of them desperately sensitive and long-ignored, because there were a lot of things you could do for yourself, but you really couldn't nibble your own neck. Rodney had to close his eyes to block out the reflection of Sheppard's dark, bowed head and his own desperate face."
And I also don't want them to, noooo! Even if they want to and I want to read it.
"He was creative and exploratory, making happy snuffling noises."
*ggg* Stop it, I don't want him mind-controlled *helpless*
"Oh, jesus, Rodney," John was saying. His voice was scratchy, and Rodney didn't entirely like the thrill that gave him. "No, don't, you don't have to, don't --" But Rodney didn't have an obedience virus, and he never took advice; you could ask anybody. So he went on reveling in the great well-being that followed on the heels of the best orgasm he'd ever had in his life, and, slowly and curiously, licking at John's cock."
*thud thud thud
thud thud thud
thud thud thud*
The virus sure has them both. And is infecting me. Notice the break in my running commentary where your sex scene was.
I wonder if it makes me feel better when you insert the seeds of doubt again, like after the vindicating snark and the guh-sex, you say:
"He put his hand on the back of Rodney's neck, and Rodney leaned into the warm touch. Rodney tried to believe John did all this snuggling for his own satisfaction, but he suspected John had figured out that he was touch-deprived, which was just way too pathetic. So mostly he tried not to think about it. "I can't imagine why not. That's so characteristic of your normal way of thinking."
"The virus is probably making sure I don't worry about anything that doesn't involve keeping you happy." He said it like it ought to make Rodney feel better."
Or is it only you manipulating me into thinking I have a free will? Or that you are subverting the slave-owner thing? Or are you making me think this to distract me from it all being just what it is?
"John couldn't read his mind, he knew, but he could feel his distress, and he pulled free of Rodney's mouth -- god, he had to be about two seconds from coming, and it was amazing that he'd had the strength to pull back, pull out of Rodney's mouth, go against both of the things Rodney wanted so he could drop down on the floor and give Rodney the one thing he needed, which was comfort."
Yay for John taking their fate into his hands. I love how Rodney sees John in the crowd of slaves. It plays up on all my early love for the pirate, the unrecognised hero, the romantic underdog; "among these drably dressed people he was dark and shiny and dangerous as a knife in the linen drawer. Rodney couldn't take his eyes off him. He'd had that sleeping beside him. How could he not have known that it would end with his flesh stripped from his bones?" *whimper*
Happy happy ending :)
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Date: 7/5/05 12:25 am (UTC)I could hear DH delivering a lot of these lines, but this one had me rolling on the floor:
"Oh, you gave me fifteen minutes. How generous of you."
And I loved the whole progress of this - John still remaining snarky and sarcastic throughout it all, and the way they come together slowly, fighting it until they can't fight any longer. I ached for Rodney here:
"No," Rodney whispered. He wasn't at all surprised when Sheppard ignored him.
Sheppard kissed another spot, and another, none of them too close to the burn, all of them desperately sensitive and long-ignored, because there were a lot of things you could do for yourself, but you really couldn't nibble your own neck. Rodney had to close his eyes to block out the reflection of Sheppard's dark, bowed head and his own desperate face.
God, I could see that. And this:
Maybe his bond to Rodney would loosen little by little. First he had to be in earshot, and then he could be in another room, and then he could be on a whole other planet. First this was love, and then just a nice warm feeling, and then a period of delusion that he'd look back on with disgust, like an ill-advised drunken pickup only without the mercy of a fuzzy memory.
Or maybe it would disappear all at once.
Fabulous stuff, simply fabulous.
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Date: 7/5/05 01:43 am (UTC)Some stories make me buy Rodney as a confident sex god, but it's pretty rare. People who talk that much are not usually people who are certain that they're being listened to.
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Date: 7/5/05 12:29 am (UTC)As always, exquisitely wonderful characterization throughout; I loved everyone here, and Rodney's voice in particular was marvelous. The bickering was so completely them -- leave it to John to be the galaxy's most obstinate slave (talk about topping from below), and of course Rodney would give in to his worst impulses on the little stuff (oh, John is going to make him pay for the sock washing).
Beyond all the banter and the snark, though, the genuine feeling was eloquent in its understatement. You did a wonderful job of conveying Rodney's growing sense of impending loss as things progressed, and John was clearly a mess behind that battened-down facade. And I'll echo
It would be impossible to lose John in the crowd; among these drably dressed people he was dark and shiny and dangerous as a knife in the linen drawer. Rodney couldn't take his eyes off him. He'd had that sleeping beside him. How could he not have known that it would end with his flesh stripped from his bones?
The pain expressed therein is overwhelming.
Wonderful story -- thanks so very much for writing and posting!
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Date: 7/5/05 01:49 am (UTC)You did a wonderful job of conveying Rodney's growing sense of impending loss as things progressed, and John was clearly a mess behind that battened-down facade.
Bless your heart. This is exactly what I was trying to say without hitting anybody over the head with it. John in particular is very difficult; the more he feels, the less he says, so that I found it impossible to get him to give everyone a status report on just how bad any of this was for him. You just had to know.
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Date: 7/5/05 12:42 am (UTC)Cause oh so funny and fun at first, and then, hello, rip out my heart and dance on it with your little nanovirus-infected feet and then ohmygodyum.
That's just the best thing about my month so far.
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Date: 7/5/05 01:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 7/5/05 12:45 am (UTC)*squee*
*goes off to read the rest...*
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Date: 7/5/05 01:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 7/5/05 01:03 am (UTC)Gah. Going to go read it again now.
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Date: 7/5/05 01:57 am (UTC)[snorkle]
I figure John has probably had lots of experience figuring out how to turn any situation to his advantage; I had lots of fun thinking of how he'd get something out of this one.
And, yeah, I wanted them in the situation just long enough to be absolutely unable to ignore what had happened or go back, but not long enough that it would be impossible to have an unpoisoned future. Glad that worked.
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Date: 7/5/05 02:28 am (UTC)I particularly liked that the virus seemed to be a sort of Jewish-momma virus - "eat, eat, you're not getting enough food, and don't you think you should stop straining your eyes with that computer and get some exercise?"
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Date: 7/7/05 02:16 am (UTC)And, yeah, it was that kind of virus. For some reason I just want to mother Rodney.
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