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Sheppard had just been cleared by Dr. Keller for lack of any medical anomalies. John hopped off the table smiling that slightly playful, irritated smile of his before walking out with Teyla, giving her shoulder a squeeze before they parted ways.
As Teyla dreamed, several figures were clear, but none other than John had her attention as his dream form raked his eyes over her form in a way that made her shiver. She could feel her heart rate increasing as he approached, a mission apparent in his eyes, even in her dream she wanted to look elsewhere, at anything but him. That changed when fingers on her chin raised her face towards his into a gentle but firm kiss. She felt herself melting as both her body and the kiss heated up, before it could go any further she pushed him away and woke up in a thick sweat, panting heavily.
That day at lunch, Teyla shared her dream with her good friends Ronon, and Rodney, still heavily embarrassed from having such an explicit dream. What made them all jump slightly was John taking his usual seat next to Teyla, his lunch tray clacking against the cool metal of the table as he made himself comfortable.
“What’s up guys?” John began, noticing the awkward glances and turned away blushing Teyla.
“Teyla had a sex dream about you,” Ronon bluntly stated.
Teyla flung her arms wildly before she quickly spoke in hushed tones, “All that happened was a kiss, nothing as wild or intimate as what Ronon attempts to imply.”
John, sensing she was uncomfortable with the nature of the dream and their friends teasing, offered a sympathetic look before stating with his funny way of expressing himself, “I can’t control your dreams, horny or not.”
Teyla huffed and collected her tray, rising from the table to leave without saying another word. John looked at the two remaining an eyebrow raised, “Did I do something wrong?”
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Teyla, not wanting to have a similar dream again, asked Dr. Keller for medication that would ensure a dreamless sleep so she wouldn’t lose any more important sleep. Dr. Keller gave Teyla a comforting pat on the back as she sent Teyla on her way.
That night Dr. Keller had a dream where she was called into the infirmary for a medical emergency. She checked her watch before she went as quickly as she could manage to the infirmary, only instead of finding O.R. nurses found John Sheppard in scrubs. Confused, she approached him beginning to ask what the emergency was before he began to remove his scrubs, revealing the package he had underneath. She blushed furiously as her breath caught in her throat, her arousal beginning to bud in her lower gut at the display of slow seductive teasing and a crooning finger beckoning her closer. Following her desire she slowly approached him until he pulled her into a hot needy kiss. Her knees buckled as her hands clutched at his strong form, His hands keeping her from falling. Those hands were everywhere, caressing and fondling whatever had her producing the most noise. Just as she was about to come, he stopped, his hands falling away from her as he pulled back with an evil smile. He winked then she woke up covered in sweat and heaving as she needed to catch her breath.
She got out of bed to go to the infirmary to get herself some of the medication she prescribed Teyla, having this intense of a dream would not do for the Medical Head at Atlantis. As she relocked the cabinet, she jumped as she turned around to find Sheppard and Ronon, Ronon with a deep cut along his brow, a sheepish yet smug Sheppard beside him.
“Oh my god what happened?” She asked as she began looking at the cut.
“We were sparring and I got in a lucky shot.” John answered, Ronon turned enough to smile mischievously at him and stated, “Just wait until tomorrow when I get to pay you back.”
“That’s what I’m not looking forward to…” Sheppard grimaced as Dr. Keller asked, “Why are you both even sparring this late in the night?”
Ronon smirked and said, “Late in the night for you maybe.” She rolled her eyes and with a sigh said, “Well this is going to need stitches.” Both men nodded, John then said good night to them both before heading out of the infirmary, Dr. Keller’s eyes followed him as he retreated. Ronon noticed this look and commented, “He’s not seeing anyone as far as I know.” Dr. Keller blushed furiously and shook her head, instructing Ronon to lay down, before beginning to work on his stitches as she touched his forehead, his laying down position and the late hour having him fall asleep.
Ronon’s dreams were of a sensual nature, a pair of hands taking their time as they worked out the knots and muscles in Ronon’s tired, strained body. The massage therapist seemed to follow what Ronon was wanting without saying anything. The hands, so warm and strong all along his back, his ass, his thighs, he was in heaven. He didn’t even think about the fact that he was hard, who wouldn’t be from an orgasmic massage session like this. A pair of lips blew on his ear before whispering in a familiar husky voice, “That’s it Ronon relax, you’re in good hands.” Ronon’s eyes shot open as he pushed himself up by his elbows, his wild eyes finding a shirtless oiled up John Sheppard as he was working on Ronon’s calves. “Need some help with that?” His husky voiced masseur asked him, he was stunned but that didn’t stop him from agreeing. John’s hands seemed more teasing as they glided up Ronon’s oiled skin stopping just short of where he needed John the most. Normally Ronon was in command in such dreams as these but he was rather excited as John got on his knees before him, his calloused hands resting on Ronon’s thighs. A confident look in Sheppard’s eyes as he kissed the tip of Ronon’s cock, the taller man shuddering. Being in such a position with his team member on his knees worshipping his cock, it wasn’t going to take long before Ronon unraveled, his hands fisting in John’s hair as he began fucking the other man’s mouth. Sheppard smirked around him, as Ronon began to come, Sheppard jerked his head back, tongue out prepared to catch whatever release possible, the sight heavenly to Ronon’s blissed out state. Sheppard licked his lips then stood up, pleased at having brought Ronon so much pleasure, he leaned in and softly asked, “Ready for more?” Ronon nodded sluggishly as John took a step back and mockingly sing-songed, “Too bad~.”
Ronon awoke with a start, scaring Dr. Keller as she was still working on his stitches, a faint blush across her cheeks. She cleared throat before saying, “You fell asleep while I was working on you…did you have a good dream?” She asked while her eyes briefly flicked to the prominent boner that Ronon was sporting. Before Ronon could say anything Dr. Keller spoke for him, “I’m almost done then you can get some sleep.”
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The mess table the next day was a hushed flurry of conversation between Teyla and Dr. Keller, Dr. Keller suspected that Sheppard being in both their dreams had to be in some way related to whatever he had touched on that planet. Ronon cleared his throat, an unusual flush across his cheeks as he quietly spoke, “I had one too.” It was around this time that Rodney sat down with his mountain of food, his normal oblivious demeanor not with him presently as he noticed the flushed faces of his seated companions. His eyes darted between them all several times before he dared to ask, “Did something happen?” Teyla, still embarrassed as she was, was the first to speak, “Yes Rodney, it appears we’ve all had… romantic dreams involving John as the focal point…” Rodney panicked, looked each of them in the eyes and pointed to Ronon and said, “You too?” Teyla spoke over Ronon’s flustered silence, “Yes, His was the most…’Atheletic’ of the dreams.” Dr. Keller interjected, “Which is why I’m thinking it has something to do with that weird crystal John touched that’s causing all of us to have these dreams. It must be transferred through touch. John touched Teyla, then I touched Teyla, and then I touched Ronon while giving him stitches.” Rodney, without missing another beat, quickly suggested, “Then why don’t we go back to the planet and retrieve the one that Sheppard
touched?!”
Soon a return mission was conducted with a grumbling Sheppard in attendance as He, Rodney, and Zelenka walked through the dense alien forest in Hazmat suits to prevent accidental touching of whatever biohazard had been plaguing their compound. They located the now dormant crystal bud that John had touched, then Rodney pointed out an active one. They took both back to The Lab at Atlantis to begin studying the creatures components and how to zero in on their energy signatures.
A day later, Zelenka came to their new head of operations Colonel Carter and told Her, He had discovered how to track the active creature. Without another word, he began typing at the main desk terminal connected to the closest screen they could view. A white dot appeared as it zeroed in on the exact floor and tower the white dot was located in. Both Carter and Zelenka stared at the screen and then each other when they read the name on the dot.
Rodney had a scornful look on his face as he gazed up at Carter, and crew in the now heavily padded room he was in.
“What do you mean it’s in me? Like I have the time to be terrified by Sheppard in my dreams when he’s already doing such a good job at it in reality!”
He bit as he paced the relatively small room, Teyla and Dr. Keller briefly looked at each other before diverting their attention back to Rodney.
Carter cleared her throat, “We’ve had these walls padded with electromagnetic blockers to trap the creature, so uh…hang in there Rodney.”
He scoffed in response, “Of course, I’ll just stay awake for the rest of my life seeing as this thing MIGHT kill people!” Sheppard leaned against the railing against the observation deck, attempting a joke but it came out as a more of a tease when he said, “Gee thanks Rodney, spending one night with me would kill you.” Rodney blushed, his fist clenching as his arm flung forward, an accusatory point directed at Sheppard before he deflated and turned away with a huff. Sheppard smirked before clearing his throat, an idea suddenly popping into his mind as he overheard Dr. Keller said it would be dangerous to keep Rodney awake for too long before it became detrimental to his health.
“Put him to sleep, but put me in his dream. This thing has taken my face and I’ve gotten tired of sharing. I could help Rodney fight his…horny demons and hopefully kick this thing's butt.”
Before either man had a say in Sheppard’s idea, there were at least a dozen medical professionals checking both Rodney and Sheppard’s vitals as they were hooked up to different medical tables, about 10 feet apart.
Rodney turned to look at Sheppard and said in a worried voice, “Don’t get freaked out by my crazed Sex dreams Sheppard, they can get pretty intense, I’m talking Catwoman and Wonder Woman sandwich here.” Sheppard chuckled and rolled his eyes before answering, “I’m sure I can handle it better than you can Meredith~” He teased Rodney’s actual first name trying to help ease Rodney’s worries even in a small way. Rodney was not amused at all as he turned his attention towards the ceiling, jumping slightly as another cold sensor was attached to his skin. He muttered under his breath, “If I survive this, I’m going to kill my sister for telling you my name.”
Rodney’s muttering soon quieted as the medication in his system did its job, rendering him speechless in sleep. Within moments, John’s consciousness was transferred into Rodney’s dreamscape, he steeled himself to prepare for anything, None of his team had really given him any information about this creature’s habits. He also was prepared to expect either the most tame sexual encounter ever or just a room full of various superwomen fawning over Rodney, telling him how much of a genius he was.
The last thing John expected to walk into was seeing himself, aggressively making out with Rodney, and Rodney’s…hands being wrapped tightly around his alter egos form? Interesting. Taking big strides, he crossed the basic dorm room to the bed where this altercation was taking place. He grabbed at his other selves shoulder but was unable to pry him free from his iron grip on Rodney. The alter ego paused if only to give Rodney a breath, it was strange looking at another you as it seduced your longtime friend and coworker but here they were. “It’s about time you showed up, I have my hands full with this one.” The imposter spoke as Rodney heaved beneath him. John was about to speak in protest but was cut off by the other him continuing to speak. “In all the people I’ve visited, seeking thrills, feeding off their pleasure. This one right here,” He paused, dragging his nail along Rodney’s jaw making him shudder. “This one thinks of you frequently, I barely had to do anything to have him be putty in my hands. It’s really a shame you don’t use this to your advantage..” John’s fists clenched by his sides as he was being belittled by himself, he still however couldn’t help the tent that had formed in his pants from seeing such a vulnerable side to Rodney. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Rodney suddenly crying out as the other John shoved his hands under Rodney’s clothes, touching and squeezing his tits and ass. “Tell you what, If you prove to both of us how much pleasure you can give this pathetic wretch, then I’ll leave.” He said before relinquishing his hold over Rodney’s form. The writhing husk of a man trying to catch his breath as the Sheppard’s stared each other down. Who Rodney assumed was the real John approached him, his vision was a bit blurry but that wouldn’t matter at this point anyway since there were Two carbon copies of John Sheppard standing before him. He gulped and fanned himself a bit, he stood on shaky legs and grabbed the John on the left, pulling him down into bed before planting a needy kiss on his lips. Right John did not let this injustice go unanswered as he climbed into bed behind the seated men and began kissing and nibbling on the back of Rodney’s neck. Rodney had no earthly idea how he was managing and handling all this attention from the man or rather in this circumstance men he had loved desperately for the past 4 years. There were 4 hands all over him and 2 sets of the same perfect lips kissing him everywhere, he pushed somewhat sternly on whichever part of each man he could reach. “O-ok, this is ridiculous, I need a better idea of who’s who, and since in these scenarios, you never know who the real one is until after one is gone, I’ll call you John,” He said pointing to the John looking directly into his eyes with desire in his. “And I’ll call you Sheppard.” He said, turning to look at the other John behind him. “Does that arrangement work with the both of you?” The Sheppard’s looked at each other before nodding, John leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Rodney’s lips before he whispered against them, “Whatever makes you the most comfortable.” Rodney internally swooned as John recaptured his lips, Sheppard wasting no time at all by beginning to remove his own clothing. Rodney gasped when he felt something warm and hard behind him. He then felt warm rough hands on his stomach as they slid up his torso until he raised his arms so they could remove his shirt. Sheppard squeezed Rodney’s chest from behind as John placed gentle kisses down Rodney’s torso, but that was around where the sweetness ended because mere moments later, John’s teeth held Rodney’s zipper, and pulled until Rodney’s pants pooled at his ankles. John quickly followed suit with Sheppard and stripped down to a smile as both men took Rodney’s underwear off with one swift coordinated movement. All at once, Rodney felt like prey being circled by two predators. “What do you want us to do Rodney?~” Sheppard asked while both men approached. Rodney’s cock was already leaking precum at this point, to distract himself he gulped and suggested a thing he thought they wouldn’t do but secretly wished they would. “How about both of you taking me at once?” His face was beet red as his challenge was accepted, he yelped as Sheppard and John but held him between them by his thighs. Without any further ado, Sheppard slid into Rodney first, slowly followed by John until they were both as close to bottoming out as one can get when sharing such a treat. Both men immediately set a brutal pace, giving each other the death glare as Rodney was a moaning mess between them. “Look at this cockslut, such a whore for our attention. Such a needy little thing.” Rodney had no earthly idea which man had said it, he was too busy holding on for dear life, literally.
After what felt like hours of being used and abused, Rodney felt two presences become one, the sensation of a soft kiss on his forehead waking him up. His eyelids slowly fluttered open to find John above him, they were back in Atlantis, in theory. Rodney sat up to take in his surroundings, noting the empty room with monitors, sensors, and John Sheppard. Rodney squinted his eyes skeptically before asking, “Which one are you?” John smiled and placed a gentle kiss on Rodney's forehead again. “John.” Rodney looked left, he looked right, up at the empty observation deck, and back down to look at John before he wrapped his arms around John’s shoulders and pulled him into a thankful kiss. John happily returned it, picking Rodney up with ease, leading him to his room where they had several things to discuss.