Dr. Rodney McKay [Stargate: Atlantis] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
energyfieldgood) wrote2029-09-02 02:54 pm
energyfieldgood) wrote2029-09-02 02:54 pm
IC Inbox for Apocalypse Now
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Don't make me call you back and reiterate what important means."
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[He gestures at him, his eyes wide.]
Your fear, I'm causing it, aren't I?
[Crap. He's snacking on Rodney's fear. There's something hungry in his eyes, though, something that glints with the thrill of the Hunt. If he was in his right mind, he would have removed himself from the situation immediately.
But he doesn't. He feels like purring.]
...whoa.
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[It's snippy, acerbic, and very much called out because yeah. Sheppard is freaking him out.
And Sheppard being able to feel that is freaking him out. Plus, it makes him very angry. Maybe he can focus on that. Anger. Agitation. That's good, that's great, he can work with that.
Except he doesn't like the look in his eyes and shifts uncomfortably, maybe moving away a little.]
What? What is it?
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[He says interesting in an unsettingly detached way, as if he can't quite reach the horror that should be there. He's scaring Rodney and on any other day he'd punch himself in the face for even thinking about it, but right now...
...it's intoxicating.
He extends his claws, reaching over in an attempt to gently latch onto Rodney's shoulders, his eyes gleaming and pupils wide and dilated.
There's a purring sound coming from his chest and throat.]
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[He backs off but then Sheppard's hands - claws - are suddenly on his shoulders and he freezes in place.]
Wait, wait, wait, wh-what are you doing?
[And what is that sound.]
Are you... are you purring!?
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[He leans against him, against his chest, a proverbial engine rumbling in his own.
Mmm, the fear is so nice.]
What? No--
[He's totally purring.]
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No really, this is so close and the purring doesn't help?]
Really, cause it, that right there, that sounds a lot like, uh, like it's really easy to mistake for--
[He stutters, terribly stuck, frozen in spot by terror but also his face might flush quite a bit from the sudden... like, did he mentioned how close all of this was...]
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It’s probably fine.
The purring gets even louder.]
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
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J o h n.]
R-really. That's, that's funny because I'd say it's a little hard to miss.
[Rodney's heart is hammering in his chest so hard it feels almost as loud as Sheppard's purring. His fear is taking a sharp spike because this is terrifying - and a little exciting but also terrifying - and he's not sure what to do. There's an impulse to push John away but there are also claws on his shoulders and so very close to his neck and what if it makes Sheppard lash out, he just told him he hunted a guy and that it made him feel like when he turned into a bug and Rodney knows how that ended...]
I... I really think we should take a step back here.
[You. You should take a step back. Away from his chest and-- oh God, is he rubbing against his neck--]
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[And that is an absolutely delicious spike of fear, Rodney.
Wow, his heart is beating so loudly and quickly…
He is very much rubbing against his neck, his purring somehow even louder than before. His claws release from his shoulders, but instead they trail down the side of his arms, lightly, not enough to dig into the skin or clothes.]
Nah, I don’t think that’s necessary.
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[Rodney swallows, feeling an involuntary shiver at the tracing of his arms, the sensation of claws just brushing the thin fabric.]
Uh.
[There's a small tremor in his voice, his breath hitching.]
Then what... what do you suggest we do?
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[And you can just keep on feeding him with that fear, and he’ll just keep purring.
His claws lightly trace up and down his arms, not enough to scratch, just enough to touch.]
This is nice.
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[He glances down at the claws uneasily, wondering if he should run. If he could run. He really wants to run?]
You're not...
[He shifts uneasily, looking around for something, anything to potential defend himself with.]
You're not going to hurt me, are you?
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[He rubs against his neck again, his hands going around Rodney’s wrists.
He doesn’t make any aggressive moves, in fact it looks like he’s just content to hold them.]
No. If I said yes you’d probably be more afraid, but that’s…cheating, I think.
[He could get more delicious fear, though…but even now, he’s aware enough to hold himself back. He leans his head against his neck and just stays there.
He doesn’t seem to want to move away.]
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And that is his head mashed against his neck and Rodney can feel both hair and stubble tickle his skin which makes his face flush. It's probably this unexpected closeness that freaks him out the most because it is so decidedly not John that his fear spikes again.
The physical contact is unfamiliar and overwhelming. Not to speak of the lingering threat of whatever had happened to Sheppard was completely unpredictable. He says he's not going to hurt him but what if the Hunt has other ideas?]
John, you're... you're really starting to freak me out. Which, yes, I realize is the goal here, but...
[He carefully tries tugging against the grip on his wrists, testing the waters.]
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[Yes. Yes, it is the goal here.
Rodney tugs at his wrists and John lets one go, but holds the other.]
Aw, just a few more minutes.
[He takes a deep breath, sighing.]
Your fear is amazing.
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[Or not. Or they could never, ever, ever talk about John's face nuzzling his neck again. If Rodney doesn't end up with a severed carotid artery.
He slowly reaches up, placing his hand on Sheppard's head and trying to push him back.]
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[He's not entirely looking forward to that. But then Rodney tries to push him back and--
--oh.
Because that is an awful lot like a pet.
John pushes his head against his hand, rubbing against it, still purring.]
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But at least John moves away from his neck, aka the more vulnerable parts of his body, following his hand like - right. Again, just like a cat. That's great.
Rodney stares at him, then gives his head an awkward pat.]
Who's a good... Entity-influenced mutating Colonel? You are. I guess you are.
[He pets him again, trying to get his second hand free and coaxing him over to the adjacent rooms. Maybe he can lock him in until he calms down...]
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And he is purring, somehow, impossibly, even louder.
That feels amazing? That's almost as good as the fear. Maybe better. He can't quite decide which is better.
It's enough for him to let go of his other wrist, as he puts his hand against his chest, not realizing where Rodney was coaxing him to.
This is the best!]
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He steps inside, just beyond the door frame so he can reach back and grab the key.
It's fine.]
You really are a cat, huh? Maybe we can get you to hunt mice instead of humans instead, at least until we find a solution...
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It only serves to work him up a bit more, he paws at his chest (thankfully retracting the claws just in time) and leans against his touch, against the scritches.
He has no idea where he even is at this point, not even realizing that Rodney has herded him over to his room.
It's fine.]
Mmm?
[Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, just keep the pets and fear coming.]
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Okay. Here goes nothing.
He pets John one more time, gives one more scritch, then pushes him and jumps back, slamming the door shut and quickly turning the key.]
This is for your own good! And mine! Mostly mine!? But yours as well!
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--and suddenly Rodney pushes him back and he nearly falls backwards, catching himself just in time by hopping back, confused--
--just to see the door slam in his face.
And the sound of a key turning.
Wh...
...what?
You did not just do this to him!? John stares, confused, still utterly entranced by his instincts, and right now his instincts are pissed.]
Rodney!?
[It's almost a yell. Almost a yowl, really. He slams his fists against the door which...rattles quite a bit, unsettingly. He's stronger than he was before. There's the sound of scratching and what would probably be a hasty repair job later or perhaps a poster put up to disguise the fact that he just clawed gouges in his door.
He can't believe he did this! He can't believe he fell for this!]
Rodney, what the hell!?
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He kind of expected Sheppard to be pissed, really, but that really doesn't sound good.]
You're not in your right mind!
[That... is a lot of impact and the unmistakable sound of something sharp on wood. Rodney pales when the door shakes in its hinges and looks around, hurriedly pushing one of the armchairs up against the door. Maybe he should get the couch too, just in case...]
Look, just calm down and wait it out until... whatever is going on with you has settled!
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Luckily the armchair is holding.
Just barely.]
I'm fine!
There's nothing going on with me!
[He can still feel Rodney's fear spiking, but it's not the same without the petting. In fact, he almost doesn't want to feed off of it without the petting. Some of his yells sound an awful lot like yowls.]
Let me out!
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