Crossover "Stargate Atlantis"
"SG-7, you have a go. Give my regards to Colonel Carter," General O'Neill spoke through the loud speaker in the Gateroom."Yes, sir," SG-7's team leader, Colonel Chris Larabee replied, giving his friend a quick salute. Then, to his team, he called, "SG-7, let's go to Atlantis!"
Chris watched as members of his SG team, Sgt. JD Dunne, Lt. Nathaniel Jackson, Civilian Consultant Dr. Josiah Sanchez, Civilian Consultant Ezra Standish, Capt. Vin Tanner and Major Buck Wilmington, walked one after the other through the Stargate, on their way to Atlantis, their new post. He followed soon after.
Colonel John Sheppard had personally requested SG-7, having worked with them before, and knowing of their reputation as a tough, no-nonsense team. Atlantis was having some tough times in its faraway galaxy, fighting not only the Wraith and the Genaii, but the Replicators, too, these days. Sheppard thought that SG-7 would make a perfect addition to the fighting force of Atlantis.
When the entire team had made it through the Stargate, they'd been welcomed by Sheppard and Atlantis' lead team.
"Colonel Larabee, SG-7, welcome to Atlantis," Colonel Samantha Carter, Atlantis' leader spoke up.
Chris gave her a smart salute and a smile. "Glad to be here, Colonel. General O'Neill sends his regards."
Carter smiled back at the mention of her former CO. "Gentlemen," she continued, regarding the rest of Larabee's team.
"Shep!" Buck cried out, moving from the group to greet Sheppard, who happened to be an old friend.
"Bucklin," Sheppard replied, moving forward to give Buck a firm handshake and a pat on the shoulder. "Chris," he added, nodding to Larabee. "'Bout time you came to visit me. Let me introduce you to my team: Dr. Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan and Ronon Dex," he gestured to in turn.
"Vin Tanner, Nate Jackson, Josiah Sanchez, Ezra Standish and JD Dunne," Chris listed, pointing down the row, each man nodding when named.
While the team leaders had been exchanging pleasantries, Vin had been silent, taking in the sight of the complex and the people in it. Right away he noticed the man in leather - obviously not in his own military. He knew it must be Ronon Dex, the alien. He'd heard about him, even seen pictures, but never believed him to be so dangerous looking. And beautiful.
Their eyes met, each sizing the other up, eventually nodding to each other in understanding, before moving on to check out the other members of their teams.
"We'll give you the tour as we head to your quarters," Sheppard announced, leading the group out of the Gateroom.
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Vin quickly settled into his quarters, stowing his gear neatly in the dresser and closet. Chris had told he and the others to meet up in the mess hall in an hour, where they'd start their orientation sessions to learn about the workings of Atlantis, and what their roles would be.
Done early, Vin decided to do some exploring first. Picking up his newly issued comm. unit, he fastened it to his left ear and headed out.
Vin had made to the third level above his room when he met up with Dex.
"Lost?" Ronon asked.
"Not yet," Vin replied easily, looking up to meet Ronon's eyes. "I'm sure it wouldn't be too hard to do, though."
"For most," Ronon retorted, implying a bit of superiority.
Vin smiled. "For most," he agreed. He continued walking, heading toward the corridor that would lead to the mess hall. "So what do you guys do for fun around here?" Vin asked, quickly adding, "Besides kick Wraith butt."
Ronon smiled at the quip. "Well, there's always movie night."
"You ever let anyone else shoot that gun you got?"
Ronon stopped walking and looked at Vin. "When they ask nice."
Vin nodded his head and continued walking.
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Vin and Ronon quickly became friends, their similar abilities in weaponry and tactics and their fierce protectiveness toward their teammates forging common bonds. Due to their teams' many off-world missions, though, they didn't get to spend too much time together.
SG-7 had been at Atlantis for just over two weeks and had completed four away missions, following up on some leads that there might be some Wraith worshiping activities on one of the planets Atlantis had trade relations with. While the team had not come up with any solid evidence, had not encountered any Wraith, the missions had not been easy, either. The planet had come into its rainy season and the team had to battle wet and cold weather. They'd all come back from their last mission complaining about needing warm food and showers and even warmer beds.
When Vin emerged from his shower, feeling his toes for the first time in 24 hours, he was met with a surprise. Ronon Dex was sitting on his bed, waiting for him.
"Dex? Something going on?" Vin asked, confused.
"Heard you guys had a rough trip," he replied. "Weather on Yangota gets nasty. Spent a week or two there in my running days. Sometimes it took more than a warm cup of broth or an extra blanket to get your body heat back."
Vin had to agree. "Yeah, it got nasty cold all right." Hoping he was reading Ronon's intent correctly, he dropped his towel and walked toward his bed. "So, how do you Satedans get warmed back up?"
"Shared body heat usually works best," Ronon replied, pulling the blanket on Vin's bed back, making room. After Vin got in, Ronon stood.
"Works for us, too," Vin said, moving over a bit, making sure Ronon had room to join him, making sure Ronon knew he was welcome to join him, too. "Usually works best when it's skin on skin."
Ronon smiled and slowly removed his clothing, making sure Vin saw what he had to offer: muscles, scars and tattoos, before joining him under the covers, covering Vin's body with his own.
It didn't take long for either man to give in to his body's need to move, rubbing their engorged cocks against one another. Vin let his hands slide up and round Ronon's back scraping his fingers along the Satedan's shoulders, stopping briefly when he found the large scars from the Wraith tracking devices, before finally settling on Ronon's ass, giving the cheeks a rough squeeze as he pulled him down closer, gasping.
Ronon, his long dreadlocks swinging over Vin's chest and head, grunted as Vin pulled him closer. He felt one of Vin's fingers rub over his hole and he shoved his hips downward, crushing their cocks together. "Yeah, again," he begged.
Vin rubbed his finger over and then into Ronon's ass this time, and was surprised, pleasantly, when it found no resistance. "You came prepared," he remarked, shoving another finger in.
"Sheppard told me something about Boy Scouts once," he managed to reply with a groan.
"Don't think they're supposed to be that prepared, but I'll go with it," Vin replied, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of Ronon's ass.
"You warmed up yet?" Ronon asked.
"I forget who's warmin' who up," Vin replied.
"Time to get hot, then."
Ronon moved up, then, rising up on his knees over Vin's groin. Vin grabbed his cock, slicking it with some of the lube from Ronon's ass, and held it up. He let out a low moan as Ronon sank down on it, and Ronon let out a breathy moan of his own. The two men stayed still for a moment, each adjusting to the new feelings, getting their breathing under control. Then Ronon, his hands on his muscled thighs, rose up off Vin's cock, just a few inches, and settled back down again.
"Damn," Vin swore, his hands reaching for Ronon's hips, knowing he was going to need to hold onto something for this ride.
Ronon rode Vin hard - varying his pace from slow and easy to fast and punishing, eventually leaning over Vin, hands on either side of Vin's head, dreadlocks swinging violently, sweat pouring off of him in rivulets.
Vin, no slouch, was doing his best to meet Ronon's demands, shoving his hips up, his cock into Ronon's ass at an equal pace.
After Ronon heard a change in Vin's breathing, a slight hitch, he grabbed Vin's hands and put them on his cock, demanding, begging, for Vin to stroke it. Vin complied eagerly, roughly handling the large organ, until it began spurting and Ronon groaned in release.
It was microseconds later, as Ronon's orgasm caused the Satedan's ass to clamp down on Vin's cock and his movements became erratic, that Vin's own orgasm was pulled from him, and a raspy, "Ronon!" was voiced.
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Chris smiled as he heard the sleepy, raspy moan come from his lover. He moved his fingers again, gently moving them in and out of Vin's ass, adding some more lube.
"Yeah, that's it," Vin whispered, spreading his legs wider.
Chris took his cue and settled on his knees behind Vin, moving his cock closer, against Vin's ass and then shoved it in, both men groaning at the sensation.
"Oh, yeah, Chris, fuck me," Vin begged, shoving his hips back at Chris, rocking on his hands and knees.
Chris easily obliged, pulling out and pushing back into Vin, giving his lover a gentle slap on his ass.
The two moved in sync, back and forth, in and out, fast and slow, deep and shallow, until they reached their crescendos, each grabbing tightly to the other, sweat-soaked skin slipping and sliding, each trying to get closer, deeper, before their bodies stiffened, their voices crying out each other's names.
After both men collapsed from exhaustion, their breaths back to a normal pace, Chris gathered Vin close and pulled the blanket back over them.
"Can't figure it out, Vin," Chris murmured.
"Figure what out?" Vin asked, lifting his head to meet Chris's gaze.
"Whenever you dream about being on that TV show, that one with the Stargate, fighting those vampire things, you get horny."
"You complainin', Cowboy?"
"I didn't say that," Chris quickly replied. "I guess I just gotta start watching that show. See what it's about..."
Vin just smiled and nodded. He was thinking that it wasn't what it was about, but who...
"...and who this Ronon person is."