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Ronon Dex entered the Atlantis canteen, picked up a selection of the weird packaged earth food and looked over to try and locate his friends. Sheppard, McKay and Beckett were occupying the table in the corner, set a bit apart from the rest of the mess hall throng. Ronon sauntered towards them, remembering his experience with them the night before. The good doctor had wanted to get fucked into a stupor, apparently, and Ronon had been more than happy to oblige. He enjoyed the arrangement he had with his three friends, as it reminded him of the companionship he’d enjoyed amongst the men of his unit on Sateda, the sort of casual arrangement he’d found it hard to replicate amongst the humans.
Ronon approached the table, and three fresh faces looked up at him, a couple of them blushing slightly at the sight of him.
“How you doing Doc?” Ronon clapped a friendly hand on Carson’s back, causing the smaller man to choke for a moment on a mouthful of food. He took a seat beside the doctor, and flashed a grin at the other two, who smiled back at him.
“Good,” Carson spoke between coughs, “Thanks, Ronon.”
“Pfft,” Rodney scoffed, “The man’s practically glowing. Had a sort of dreamy look in his eye all day.”
“We’ve got to thank you Ronon,” John started, calmly biting into an apple as though he were merely discussing the weather, “Carson’s a changed man. If only there was a way we could repay you.” The soldier winked at him.
Across the table Rodeny smirked, “Do you have an ultimate fantasy Ronon?”
Ronon ripped into the triangle of plastic surrounding his food and took a large bite. He shrugged.
John picked up the line of questioning. “Anything at all? Something you’ve always wanted to try, or maybe something you haven’t had a chance to do in a while?”
Ronon considered for a moment.
“On Sateda amongst the military there is a fierce and prestigious contest. I haven’t done that in a while.”
“Oh great he wants to rope us into some sort of hellish exercise regime.” Rodney exclaimed, “You get that we’re talking about sex right?”
Ronon cocked an eyebrow, amused by the scientist’s mewling.
“Sex is exercise Rodney, carry on Ronon love.” Carson admonished gently, before smiling up at Ronon, his eyes radiating an innocence which was completely at odds with the image Ronon had of the good doctor from last night.
“It is a contest of endurance and skill, to bring as many men under your command to climax before oneself, against an opponent. John will be my opponent.”
John preened slightly, obviously flattered. “Are you saying it’s a race to have sex with as many men as possible?”
“Yes,” Ronon enjoyed the wide-eyed reaction from the two doctors at the table, “each commander has their platoon available for them and would go to each one in turn-”
“What and whoever gets to the end first wins?” Rodney interrupted incredulously.
Ronon continued calmly, ignoring the interruption. “If the commander reaches the last of his men and has not yet failed to restrain himself then he begins again. And so on until he has defeated his opponent.”
John frowned a little, “So the commander that comes first loses?”
Ronon nodded. “Exactly.”
“And what does the winner get?”
“The victor then takes his opponent in front of all the men under his command.”
“Kinky. I like it. Just one problem, we haven’t got two platoons of men…” John paused, “well, not ones who would be willing to participate anyway.”
Ronon shrugged, “The competition can be modified. We shall use the two doctors, swapping between them until one of us fails.”
John smirked, seeming not to notice the two pairs of wide blue eyes that were fixed upon him.
“A most interesting proposal.”
“Aye,” Carson sighed, “but not for a few days thank you very much, I need a chance to recover from last night. The nurses keep asking why I’m limping. I told them I had a sprained ankle but I don’t think they believe me.”
Rodney snorted, looking a little proud, whilst John regarded his man with an eye of concern. This was typical of the three of them, Ronon mused. John was a protector and a natural leader, exactly the sort of man who would’ve been promoted quickly to a commander on Sateda. And his concern and care for the two men he’d chosen to spend his life with was particularly admirable, but John wasn’t the only one with admirable qualities. Ronon addressed the two doctors.
“Both of you have the capacity to climax many times, and from the act of being taken alone. This is good. It will be a most interesting challenge.”
“Being taken alone?” Rodney frowned in confusion, “Wait, are you saying that you’re not going to touch us whilst all this is going on?” He paused, looking around at each of them as if for help, “but we can touch ourselves right? Right?”
John laughed, “Rodney’s not going to be able to keep his hands to himself. Carson would probably be able to though, if you call him a good boy enough times.”
The medic blushed sweetly at John’s words, but Ronon spoke only to John, the leader of their pack.
“This is not about them. If either one cannot be trusted not to influence the outcome of the match, then they will both be bound. It is a test of the commander’s skill and endurance.”
John smirked, his gaze fixed firmly on Ronon in return. “Sounds fun Ronon, count me in.”
Ronon was pleased to see, over the coming days, how seriously Sheppard was taking his challenge, having more than once stopped by to discuss the rules and logistics of the contest, as well as see to the safety of the other two men. It had been decided that for the week preceding the event, both John and Ronon would remain celibate, in order to keep things as fair as possible, and to that end, John had volunteered to spend the week crashing on Ronon’s couch, so that they could both be sure of each other’s commitment. When McKay had complained, Ronon and John had decided together that it didn’t matter how often the other two indulged in the lead up, so long as they were evenly matched come race day.
And so race day came. John, ever concerned about the welfare of the others, had insisted upon certain preparations and so at lunchtime he and Ronon had ambushed their willing victims. There had been a little token resistance from the two doctors but they had eventually been won over by the sensible precaution and had willingly allowed plugs to be inserted into them, to give them a good amount of time to properly acclimatise to the stretch. Carson had grumbled a little about having to hide away from the ever-observant nurses again, but Ronon could see from his eyes how much the good doctor, and Rodney too, were looking forward to the contest that evening.
It wasn’t long before the four of them were regrouping back in the quarters the three lovers shared, ready for the night’s events. Ronon silently prepared the bedroom, stripping the covers back on the bed, replacing them with fresh towels and making two piles of pillows side by side. A couple of bottles of lubricant were already sitting conspicuously on the bedside table, and Ronon smiled, knowing that was likely the doctor’s doing.
The Satedan hovered in the bedroom doorway, surveying the scene in the living room. The three lovers were standing close, their foreheads all touched together, talking in low voices. John had his hands resting, one on each of the other’s shoulders, and seemed to be giving some sort of pep talk. Ronon knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that John’s sense of fair play meant that he wouldn’t try and rig the contest, so he didn’t mind allowing him this moment alone with the others before they began. John finished soon after, and kissed both of the others lightly each once, before escorting them to where Ronon stood.
“All ready?” Ronon asked.
Carson and Rodney nodded, both sporting expressions that were both apprehensive and excitement.
“Bring it on, big guy.” John guided his charges into the room, “Time to get naked boys.”
Solemnly all four of them stripped off their clothes, putting them all in the corner neatly rather than allowing them to lie haphazardly across the floor. Ronon enjoyed the tempting glimpses of the shining plugs nestled between the cheeks of the two doctors, letting the view inspire him to a modest hardness. John was already obviously extremely aroused and Ronon smirked at the sight, recognising the strategic disadvantage of his opponent. Beyond everything, Ronon wanted to win and with what he’d seen so far, he fancied his chances pretty highly.
Once everyone was properly un-attired, John and Ronon made the final preparations, as they had discussed in the week previous. John produced two lengths of soft chord from under the bed and gently bound each of his lover’s hands behind their backs, making sure the bindings were comfortable, and not too tight, but supportive up as far as the elbow to spare their wrists from taking the whole force of any struggling. Once bound, Ronon guided Carson, and then Rodney, over to the bed, helping them onto their knees on the edge of the mattress, bent forwards with their chests each supported by a pile of pillows. After reassurances that the two men were comfortable, John eased the plugs out of each of them, eliciting groans of loss.
Ronon turned to John and they faced each other, toe to toe, and fixed him with a hard stare, sizing him up. Despite his initial confidence and even with the advantage of previous experience, John, he knew, would still be a formidable opponent. The man’s tenacious determination was one factor, but also the practical advantage that John knew the two doctors intimately in much greater detail than Ronon did. Sure, he’d slept with them a handful of times, but John really knew what made them tick. That was a distinct advantage.
“Ready?” John asked, eyeing him equally intensely. Ronon nodded. John turned to retrieve something from a drawer.
“Heads or tails?”
Ronon smirked, “Tails.”
John nodded before tossing the coin into the air, and catching it efficiently. He peeled his hand back to reveal the result.
“Tails.” John confirmed. “You choose.”
“I’ll take Beckett.” Ronon had spent a week preparing his strategy and so there was no hesitation in his decision. Beckett, he knew, responded well to his size whereas McKay often took a while to adjust. Precious moments that he couldn’t afford to lose right off the start line. By the time John had taken Rodney once the man would be more acclimatised and the adjustment would be easier but Carson would enjoy him from the beginning. What was it John had laughingly called the doctor once? A size queen?
Regardless, it was the correct decision. On the bed Ronon could see Carson was already hard and dripping. An easy first conquest.
“Alright, and I’ll start with Rodney.” John nodded his agreement before offering his hand in the friendly way these earth people did. “Good luck Ronon.”
Ronon took the hand and squeezed it. “You too Sheppard. May the best man win.” He grinned.
Silently they each took position behind their respective steeds.
“Everyone ready?” John checked for a final time, waiting to hear affirmations from all involved before speaking again. “Alright then, in three, two, one, GO!”
In an instant Ronon sprang into action as alongside him John did the same, both grabbing some lubricant from within easy reach and applying it liberally to themselves. In a matter of seconds, Ronon was ready and stepped towards the doctor’s splayed, presented arse. He pushed in as quickly as he dared, spurred on by the pleasant mewling beneath him, and set about moving without any hesitation, aiming for the special spot deep within the man which would prove his undoing. After only a few thrusts he found it, judging by the little squeak of surprise it elicited, and aimed for it hard with every rock of his hips. Soon Beckett was moaning and squirming around him and he knew the man was close. Ronon kept up his rhythm and was soon rewarded by muscles clenching around him and a great cry of pleasure. He had the first victory.
Ronon pulled out and stepped back to observe his opponent. Sheppard was close with McKay, who was mouthing silent ‘yes’s into the pillow. He turned away to slick himself again, not wanting to lose any time between rounds, but managed to turn back again in time to see the scientist come, his penis untouched, spilling out onto the towel that he knelt on.
Sheppard pulled out quickly and they swapped positions, nodding to each other in confirmation of each other’s achievements. Ronon allowed himself one stroke of his own hand to keep his level of arousal steady, before guiding himself into Rodney. The scientist was clearly still enjoying the waves of pleasure left in the wake of his orgasm, and so there was little resistance around him as Ronon pushed in to the hilt. Rodney whined as Ronon began to thrust, not giving the man any chance to recover, and soon the whimpers turned to moans of pleasure once again.
It was very useful that both of the men that they were using were extremely vocal lovers, as it provided a clear indicator as to how each round was progressing. To his right, Carson was making delightful sounds as John ploughed into him hard, his hands gripped tight onto the doc’s hips in a way that was sure to leave cutting imprints from his fingernails. Ronon moved faster in response, provoking a short string of begging words from the man below.
The symphony of moaning breaths to the slap of skin on skin rose in a harmonic flourish and it became harder to distinguish individual sounds amongst the throng, until the melody shifted and Carson’s higher pitched sounds grew towards their crescendo. The doctor spurted onto the towel and John leapt back, breathing heavily, closing his eyes to regain some composure. His cheeks were flushed, Ronon noted with interest, and he seemed to be having difficulty holding on.
Ronon pushed forward, sensing that his own charge was close, whilst eyeing his opponent thoughtfully. John wasn’t pacing himself, although this victory would afford him some recovery time, and now that they were two rounds in, each round now would take increasing amounts of time as the two doctors began to tire.
Ronon was ripped out of his strategic musing by the sensation of Rodney clenching tightly around him, and rode the man through his climax before pulling out once again. It was one-all, but ultimately this wasn’t about winning the battles. Ronon knew that a change of tack was needed and he stepped up to Beckett with a clear plan. Pushing in slowly, he paused for a long moment. Beckett twisted below him, looking up with shimmering blue eyes.
Ronon took a moment to run a hand through Beckett’s hair and the blue eyes fluttered closed for a moment. To his left, John was panting over McKay as he struggled to keep up both the pace and his own control. Ronon resumed his gentle petting with a smile, still not moving inside the doctor, but rather allowing the man to simply feel him. Beckett seemed to respond well to his touch, shaking off the distant stupor that had claimed him, and before long seemed to become an active participant in their connection. As soon as Ronon felt Carson begin to clench and release around him he began to move, rocking gently at first, moving his hand to massage the muscles in the doctor’s neck in time with his motion.
In contrast, the sounds coming from the other couple were fervent and desperate. John had his eyes closed and his teeth gritted in an expression of grim determination, and the scientist below him seemed similarly affected. Tears were leaking from beneath tightly pressed eyelids, and he was shouting in time with John’s thrusts, his voice hoarse.
“Rodney.” Beckett’s voice was low, almost a whisper. Ronon looked back to see Carson gazing intently at the man on the bed next to him. “Rodney love?”
A vibrant, shining blue eye cracked open and Ronon watched as the two doctors fixed upon each other. He continued his slow rocking, noticing that John’s pace had slowed a little too as he also watched the interaction.
“You alright?” Carson continued. Ronon smiled and rubbed his thumb encouragingly across the doctor’s skin. The man’s capacity for care was admirable.
Rodney blinked and the tears that had collected around his eyes shook loose and ran down his damp cheeks. He nodded, his mouth pulling into a small smile although it could’ve easily been more of a grimace. His mouth formed words of thanks, but no discernible sound accompanied them. Behind him John picked up the pace again and Rodney shouted, but kept his eyes locked to his partner’s as they drew strength from one another.
It didn’t escape Ronon’s attention that despite the somewhat distressed edge to the scientist’s cries, the man was extremely aroused again, and appeared to be close judging by the moist gleam at his tip.
Ronon continued his gentle rocking, even as John’s thrusts became more erratic and McKay came for a third time with a scream. He smiled to himself, feeling a smug pleasure in seeing his opponent so close to coming undone, knowing that the competition was falling strongly in his favour. At the moment of Rodney’s untouched release, John had pushed away from him and stepped back a few paces. Ronon glanced over his shoulder to see his opponent pacing, hands linked resting atop his head, his erection dark and throbbing in a way that looked almost painful. His breathing was ragged and every muscle in his body seemed tense.
Ronon smiled to himself and turned back to focus on who he was doing. If John needed to rest and recover his composure then so be it, it would only serve to lengthen the contest, and so Ronon felt no concern in continuing with his slow, deliberate pace.
Doctor Beckett mewled beneath him, his vocalisations becoming more needy and demanding now that he was one orgasm down on his partner. Ronon obliged, angling his motions to knock against Carson’s prostate again, enjoying the moans the action produced. He kept his pace slow, knowing that the teasing rhythm would not only extend his own stamina, but would coax the doctor back into a more receptive state since his first two orgasms had been ripped from him rough and hard. The longer he kept this round going, Ronon also knew, the more it would act as visual stimulation for the other two people in the room. This would help Dr. McKay recover and regain his interest for when Ronon next had to swap over, and would also, with any luck, drive his opponent even closer to the edge.
Behind him John continued to pace uncomfortably. Ronon knew it wouldn’t be long now. He could almost taste victory.
After a few minutes Beckett’s sounds became more demanding again and Ronon growled a little in warning, splaying a hand over the small of his back possessively. Beckett stilled, relaxing under his touch. Ronon knew that the man responded well to such displays of control, and this this would only get him closer to his third climax.
It was only a short while later that Ronon was proven correct, as quite suddenly Carson shuddered beneath him and came again.
Ronon pulled away to come face to face with John, who still appeared quite considerably wound up despite the respite the round had provided him.
“Two-one buddy.” John’s words were light but his tone betrayed the tension running through him.
Ronon merely smirked, reaching over to slick himself afresh from the pot on the table, before stepping past his opponent to where McKay was waiting. He pushed in immediately and set a moderate pace. The scientist had benefitted from the period of rest although would still require some coaxing back to full arousal.
Beside him John groaned as he eased himself into Carson who bucked his hips eagerly. Ronon stifled a laugh. The good doctor was doing half the work for him! He worked at keeping his pace steady. John was close now and so all he had to do was wait, and make sure that he wouldn’t be too far gone himself when it came time for a victory lap.
The soldier lasted a surprisingly long time, considering his state, and Ronon couldn’t help but feel a healthy respect for the man, even as he watched him fall completely apart in the throws of pleasure buried deep within the very happy doctor.
As soon as John’s weight slumped, Ronon pulled away and caught the man before he fell, guiding him down over the edge of the bed between his two lovers. Making sure his fingers were still slick, Ronon slipped two of them into John, past the refreshingly tight ring of muscle and stretched him quickly. John wriggled against him and so he put a steadying hand on the man’s hip to hold him still as he replaced his fingers with his eager shaft.
Ronon pushed in with a shout, eliciting a similar noise from the man beneath him. He stilled for a moment, knowing his size took a fair bit of adjusting to, mindful that John hadn’t benefitted from the same warm up that the two doctors had had. Carson and Rodney, registering that their part in proceedings had finished, both rolled to lie on their sides, shuffling as close to their impaled partner as the could with their hands still awkwardly bound behind their backs. Ronon ignored them for the moment, registering only that they were alright before turning his attention back to his prize.
As soon as John began to relax around the intrusion, Ronon started at a punishing pace, finally allowing his body to take its pleasure without restraint. Although he’d reached a sort of calm equilibrium during the contest, Ronon found that now he’d allowed himself to let go he was much closer to the edge than he’d previously thought. Another flare of respect for the man he was now claiming settled in his chest, perhaps the competition had been a tighter run thing that it had seemed. He grinned and thrust harder, enjoying the breathy whimpers the soldier was producing.
Ronon increased the pace, feeling himself tighten before suddenly he was overcome and orgasmed hard, shouting out his pleasure with a great roar.
As the glow of his climax faded Ronon leant heavily upon the mattress, mindful to keep his weight off of the three men who now fell under his care. After a few selfish moments enjoying the feeling of himself finally softening within the man whom he had defeated, he pulled himself free and padded softly into the bathroom to retrieve some supplies that he had stashed there earlier.
Returning with several warm, damp cloths and a fresh towel, Ronon carefully lifted each of the men one by one, rolling them off the sodden and sticky towels which had covered the mattress. As he went he made sure to run a damp cloth over each of them, cleaning up any drying fluid or sweat soaked skin, before gently untying the chords keeping Rodney and Carson’s arm’s bound behind them. He arranged the three men carefully into an embrace with John in the middle lying on his back, and the other two cuddled around him, their arms stretched over his chest towards one another in a position he knew would be relaxing for their shoulders. All three were awake and cognisant of his actions, yet offered no protest nor attempt to move away from his care, but rather mumbled exhausted words of thanks.
Ronon stepped back, allowing the three of them a moment to reconnect together without him, and took a moment to retrieve his clothes from the pile in the corner. He dressed quickly, before heading to grab a bag he’d brought earlier in preparation. He unpacked a selection of prepackaged snack foods from his bag, all high in sugar, and left them on the bedside table next to a couple of large canteens of water. After making sure all were in easy reach from the bed, Ronon returned to it and leaned over kissing each man that lay there gently on the forehead.
“That was very satisfying John,” Ronon kept his voice low but grinned as the man in question locked his eyes on his, “I knew you would be a worthy opponent. Let me know when you wish for a rematch...”
He smirked as a faint look of horror ghosted over his opponent’s face, before settling into a quiet smile.
“…if you think you can handle it.” He huffed a small laugh and turned to leave.
As the doors to the bedroom whooshed shut behind him Ronon heard the distant voice of Rodney McKay echo after him.
“I don’t know where he gets his energy!”