Summary: Ronon encounters a stranger in the forest.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn't shoot you, little man,” Ronon said, aiming at a spot right between Aiden's eyes. Aiden smiled and extended his arms to either side, palms up.
“Take your best shot,” he taunted. Ronon grunted and adjusted his aim, but when Aiden didn't flinch, he lowered his gun slightly and glared at him. “Who are you?”
“What difference does it make? You're going to kill me, right?”
“Where did you come from?” Ronon demanded. “Did the Wraith send you here?”
“Did you see me shoot that Wraith back there? I saved your sorry ass.”
“How did you get here?”
“How do you think I got here, fool?” Aiden replied. “I flew in on a C-130 Hercules.”
“Are you going to shoot or just talk me to death?” Aiden spat back.
“Who are you? Answer my question!”
“And if I don't?”
“I'll give you one more chance,” Ronon said, raising his gun. “Who are you?”
“This is boring,” Aiden said, turning to leave. Ronon fired off a shot before he could do so, hitting Aiden's arm. “Ouch,” Aiden said sarcastically. He continued to walk away.
“The next one goes through your heart,” Ronon promised. Aiden turned back and smiled.
“Okay, okay,” he said. “Be like that.” He dropped the gun he hadn't bothered to raise in his own defense and pulled out a long knife. He flashed a wicked smile, openly challenging Ronon to a fight.
“Are you insane?” Ronon said, amused by the absurdity of the situation.
“Haven't you got a knife? I kind of prefer hand to hand combat.”
“Look, shithead! I'll drop you where you stand before you have a chance to charge!”
“Are you sure about that?” Aiden said with a maniacal gleam in his eye. He lunged at Ronon, who fired off a single shot before Aiden closed the distance between them with unexpected speed. Ronon fired again but to his amazement, the point blank shot didn't faze Aiden. Ronon dropped his gun and the pair fell to the ground, wrestling for control of the knife.
Ronon's opponent was more than his equal in strength and Aiden had tactics that were completely foreign to Ronon, who tried to ignore his confusion as he struggled to gain an advantage. But neither man seemed to be gaining the upper hand until Aiden suddenly stopped laughing and pinned Ronon to the ground with embarrassing ease. Ronon growled and surged forward, but Aiden simply sat back far enough to elude the head butt. He prised the knife from Ronon's hand and tossed it over his shoulder.
“That was fun,” Aiden said calmly. “What else can you do?”
“I can wring your scrawny neck,” Ronon said through gritted teeth. He tried to reach up and Aiden calmly loosed his wrists and grabbed hold of his hands. He pressed them to the ground on either side of Ronon's head. Ronon looked into his eyes and saw something he couldn't define, but the ceaseless twitching of Aiden's muscles was even more intriguing. Ronon could literally feel the thrum of energy pulsing through Aiden's veins.
“What did they do to you?” he asked suspiciously, knowing instinctively that the Wraith were somehow responsible for Aiden's condition even if he couldn't discern what it was. There was something preternatural about Aiden's demeanor and it both intrigued and annoyed Ronon.
“You're really pretty when you're angry,” Aiden said with a smile. “You could really use a bath, though.” He bent his head to sniff at Ronon's throat. Aiden's groin pressed into his as Aiden leaned forward again and nuzzled his ear. Ronon growled but he was aroused in spite of himself. “You like that,” he said huskily. “I can smell your pheromones. I can hear your pulse racing. Want to fuck? It's been a while for me. How about you?” Ronon tried to buck him off, surging up again and falling back helplessly. “Hey, the party's just started. Where are you going?” Aiden said smoothly. Ronon spat in his face and Aiden laughed. “Just for that you are going to have a bath before I fuck you. I was going to let it slide, but now we're both dirty.”
Aiden rose up and hauled Ronon to his feet. Ronon immediately began to fight him, but Aiden dodged a few blows and then grabbed him in a headlock. He dragged Ronon to the edge of a nearby pond and threw him into the water. He dusted off his hands and waded into the water after him. Ronon surfaced and came up fighting. Aiden laughed as he splashed around, barely putting up a fight when Ronon hauled him up and threw him onto the bank. He pinned Aiden to the ground exactly as Aiden had done to him previously.
“If you wanted to top all you had to do was say so,” Aiden said easily. “I'm easy, man.”
Ronon was infuriated by Aiden's composure. He ripped at Aiden's shirt and bared his chest, noting as he did so that Aiden's arm bore no wound where he'd been hit.
“What are you?” he demanded, but he no longer cared. His arousal grew as Aiden writhed beneath him in a mocking fashion. Ronon lifted his hips only long enough to flip Aiden over. He quickly straddled him again, smiling when Aiden offered no resistance.
“Let's see what you've got, big man,” he teased. “Give it to me.”
“Be careful what you wish for, little man,” Ronon said, reaching for his zipper. He freed his erection and spat on his hand to lubricate his cock just enough to penetrate Aiden's ass. “This is going to hurt like hell.”
“You can't hurt me,” Aiden said, laughing. Ronon couldn't see his face but he knew that that gleam was in Aiden's eye again. “I'm so full of juice right now I'm invincible! I feel no pain! You couldn't hurt me if you tried!”
“Yeah, little man?” Ronon shouted, grabbing Aiden by the back of his neck. He drew Aiden up onto his knees and yanked at his pants.
“Wait, wait,” Aiden said hastily But rather than plead for mercy he reached for his waistband. “These are my only pants. Do you mind?” he quickly lowered his pants and began to stroke himself with one hand as Ronon positioned himself. “Go for it,” he said gleefully.
Ronon growled and pressed home. Aiden pushed right back with equal force, nearly overwhelming Ronon in the process. It was too much, way too fast. Ronon tightened his grip on Aiden's neck in an effort to regain control, but Aiden set an aggressive pace, intent of getting off as quickly as possible.
“Is that all you got?” he cried. “Give it to me, damn it! Give it to me!”
Ronon growled again and began to give as good as he got. But it was over too soon and he bit down on Aiden's shoulder and came so hard he nearly blacked out. He collapsed onto the ground as Aiden moved to one side. Panting, Ronon stretched out in a pool of sweat and body fluids, too spent to care. But Aiden wasn't done with him just yet.
“Hey, wake up, big guy. It's my turn,” he purred in Ronon's ear. “I got something nice and special for you,” he continued. Aiden pinned one of Ronon's hands behind his back. He rolled over and clumsily got up on his hands and knees. Something cold and wet was spread between his legs. He squirmed, but Aiden's death grip on his arm held him in place.
“You know, when I first saw you I thought we had a few things in common, you know? Both soldiers of fortune, both out here in the wild trying to make a killing,” Aiden said, giggling. “I was wrong, though. You like to play rough. Well, I can run with the big boys, but when it comes to sex I like it smooth. Maybe they don't have lube back where you come from. But I say never leave home without it. And if you can't buy it, make it yourself. This stuff is--well, it works. I have the distinct impression you wouldn't want to know what it is,” Aiden said as he spread Ronon's legs and slowly entered him.
Ronon was surprised by the lack of pain, but he was soon too overcome by pleasure to remember the question he wanted to ask. This time Aiden moved with agonizingly slow, deliberate strokes. The effect on Ronon was the same as before, however. He was aroused and frustrated and eventually angry at Aiden's composure and superior control. He began to fight back in an effort to speed things up, and to his surprise, Aiden released his arm and leaned forward to take his erection in hand.
“You know, I'm only letting you have your way because I got somewhere else to be,” he purred in Ronon's ear before he slowly licked along the edge. “Can't stay here and play all day. Places to go, people to see.” He gripped Ronon's cock and thrust one more time before Ronon came. “Damn,” Aiden said, withdrawing and getting to his feet to fasten his pants.
Ronon slowly rolled over to look up at him. Aiden shook his head and went over to the edge of the clearing to collect his knife and other gear before coming back to stand over him.
“That was my favorite shirt, doc. But it was worth it. You are well and truly fucked, my man,” Aiden said. “I wish I could stay and play with you, but I've got to go. My friends are here.”
Ronon sat up, frowning.
“Your friends? What friends?” he said, scrambling to his feet on shaky legs. “Wait!” he shouted as Aiden disappeared into the forest from which he'd come. Ronon sighed and sat down on a rock. “Well and truly fucked,” he said.
He sat for a few minutes until he'd regained his energy, then he grabbed his gun and receded into the hills. He knew where to hide where he couldn't be found unless he wanted to be. He'd be ready the next time his little friend appeared. Ronon vowed that he wouldn't lose the next round.