Series: Dutiful Son Part II
Title: Losing Hope
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Sumner wants to play Daddy again
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Pairing: Sheppard/Sumner
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Rising
Disclaimer: They’re not mine. I am only borrowing them from the brilliant creators of the show, MGM, and the Sci-Fi Channel.
Author’s Notes:
1. This is a companion piece to The Dutiful Son. You will need to have read this story first for this one to make any sense.
2. This is a missing scene from the Rising Part I. It takes place between the first meeting between Sheppard and Teyla and the next morning when Teyla takes Sheppard to the ruins.
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The Athosian Home World 06:00 hours
“I like Ferris wheels, college football, and anything that goes over 200 miles per hour,” Sheppard smiled at Teyla.
“Sir, that’s not going to mean anything to them,” Ford whispered.
“Well, feel free to speak up. I’m just trying to break the ice.”
Colonel Sumner leaned towards Sheppard, “If these people can’t help us I would rather not waste my time.”
Teyla observed the three men’s interaction in curiosity. It was apparent that the man named Colonel Sumner was the leader, but the man named Sheppard with the unkempt hair was taking control of the situation, “Each morning before dawn, our people drink a stout tea to brace us for the coming day. Will you join us?”
Ignoring both the Colonel’s and Ford’s hesitation, Sheppard responded the only way he knew how, “I love a cup of tea. See now that’s another thing you know about me. We’re practically friends already.”
Sumner couldn’t help but to smile in apparent surprise in how easily Sheppard had nudged himself into the heart of the Athosian woman. He would have to make sure that he discussed the Major’s strengths in negotiations with the younger man as soon as possible. He felt a tingle of excitement run up his spine thinking about the ways he could reward his good little boy. At the same time, he could think of ways to punish Sheppard for taking over the negotiations with no concern over proper military procedures or the chain of command.
Sumner watched as Sheppard and Ford drank their cup of tea in complete trust of the strangers they had just met. He took the offered cup of tea in his hand and stared at it in suspicion.
“Is there something the matter with your tea?” Teyla asked.
Ignoring Sheppard’s warning glare Sumner responded, “No, I was just wondering if you had a place where my men and I could sit down and discuss our next course of action. We’ve been going hard at it for hours, and I would like a chance to rest and catch my breath before the sun rises.”
Teyla smiled, “Of course, I understand. You must be exhausted from your tiresome journey. I’ll have someone to take you to our guest tent. Some of us will be leaving at first light to gather food for our people. You are more than welcome to accompany them if you wish to learn more about what we have to barter with.”
“Thank you for your hospitality. My men and I appreciate your kindness,” Sumner replied turning towards Ford, “I want you and Bates to make sure that the Gate is secure.” He threw an aggravated sneer Sheppard’s way, “and you and I will make plans for tomorrow.”
Sheppard swallowed hard in a mixture of dread and anticipation because Sumner was obviously pissed about his taking control of the negotiations, but he wasn’t sure if the invite for private time was for punishment or for pleasure. He watched as an Athosian lead the Colonel out of the main tent and he reluctantly followed. They passed several other tents that he suspected served as the Athosian homes, and he wondered if these Wraith he had heard about were the cause of the Athosian’s crude and backwards development. He also wondered if the Wraith were the beings that the woman had spoken of in the Ancient Hologram. He had an uneasy feeling about these Wraiths, and he didn’t even know anything about them. He would make it a point to ask Teyla more about them when he met up with her again.
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Sumner could sense Sheppard’s apprehension and he couldn’t help grinning as the Athosian pulled back the tent flap for them to enter. This tent was obviously for visiting trade partners because it had a large wooden table with two fur-covered benches, a simple rug that covered most of the dirt floor, and six large wooden couch-like pieces of furniture off to the sides. He suspected that the couches also served as single beds for their guests, and he also noticed that the room was filled with several candles that kept the tent filled with a soft light.
He also observed that Sheppard stayed outside the tent waiting for the order to come inside, “Major, you can come inside now. I don’t understand why you are being so respectful to me now when you weren’t respectful to me with that Athosian woman.”
Sheppard stepped inside the tent making sure that the flap closed behind him, “That Athosian woman is called Teyla, and I took over because you and her were headed for a conflict.”
Sumner cocked an eyebrow at the disrespectful officer, “Is that a fact?”
“Yes it is. She said that her people did not trade with strangers, and as I recall, I believe you said ‘Is that a fact’ to her,” Sheppard began to explain. “I could tell by the look on her face that she already didn’t trust you, so I made an attempt to intervene before we lost a chance to ask about a ZPM.”
Sumner dropped his back pack on the floor, threw his armory vest on the table, and headed towards one of the couches against the side of the tent, “Well, you certainly intervened didn’t you? The woman…I mean Teyla probably thinks that you have no respect for your leader, and from my experience, it is important that the potential enemy or ally knows that the leader has a firm grip on his subordinates.”
Sheppard watched as the Colonel sat down on the couch to rest, “I don’t really think that I disrespected you Sir. I was just trying to ease the tension in the room, and I think that I achieved that objective. At least she’s letting us stay in her village.”
“Yes she is…but we’re here for a ZPM not to go hunting with a bunch of primitive humans.”
“I’m sure that I can talk to her and explain our situation with Atlantis, and perhaps she will know of a place where we can get our hands on a ZPM. At the very least, I hope to learn more about these Wraiths the Athosians speak of…”
“Take your clothes off,” Sumner interrupted not interested in talking about Wraith or the Athosians any longer.
Sheppard looked at the man who had obviously lost his mind, “Excuse me?”
“You heard me Boy. Take them off and come and sit in Daddy’s lap.”
Sheppard protested, “Sir, we’re on an alien planet in a tent where anyone could hear us. I don’t think…”
“I didn’t ask you to think Sheppard. Now get the fuck over here and sit on my dick.”
John shuffled nervously on his feet, “Don’t you want to talk about our next course of action?”
“Are you trying to piss your Daddy off John? You wouldn’t want me to have to punish you would you?”
Sheppard was secretly thrilled with the idea of being punished by the older man, but he also knew that they were more likely to be overheard if he was punished harshly. The Daddy game had begun on Earth, and apparently Sumner wanted to play again. He didn’t see the harm in giving into the man’s needs, even if they were on an alien planet trying to save the entire Atlantian team.
“I’m not trying to upset you Daddy. I just wanted to make sure that you knew that there are risks in playing this game at this particular time.”
Sumner stared at Sheppard’s sinuous form while unzipping his own pants, “I’m willing to take the risk. Now get your sweet ass over here.”
John slowly began to strip himself of all of his clothes while he watched Marshall pulling out his dick and stroking it to full hardness. Before taking off his armory vest, John reached in and grabbed the small vile of oil he carried for greasing his gun, “Looks like you could use this,” he teased as he tossed the oil to Sumner.
Sumner opened the vile, poured a small amount onto his hand, and he began to slowly slick up his dick in anticipation of having Sheppard’s tight ass riding him into oblivion, “You’ll need some of this too my sweet boy. If you’re lucky I’ll grease up that pretty little hole before I fuck it.”
Sheppard looked at Sumner’s swollen member and groaned in pleasure remembering how good it had felt to have Sumner inside him at the SGC, “You want my pretty little hole to ride you don’t you Daddy?”
Sumner watched as Sheppard peeled off his shirt and his pants, “Daddy always wants his little boy’s hole.” He squeezed his own dick in an attempt to rein in his excitement when he saw John teasingly pull down his boxers and wiggle his ass in his direction, “Bring that beautiful ass over to Daddy. I want to play with it for awhile.”
Sheppard walked slowly over towards Marshall staring intently at the other man’s swollen shaft. He allowed the other man to caress his lean hips and turn him around so that his ass was facing Sumner. He twitched in surprise as he felt a slick tongue running down from his lower back onto his left cheek and darting its way towards his cleft. Sumner playfully licked and bit both of John’s ass cheeks while he began to slowly trace the tight hole with a slick finger.
Sheppard leaned over to give Sumner better access to his most private entrance. He moaned in pleasure as the slick finger pushed its way inside up to the first knuckle, “That feels so good Daddy.” He arched his back as Sumner inserted the finger all the way inside him in one firm thrust, and his knees began to tremble when Marshal reached around to stroke his dick with his other hand.
Sumner began to suck on one of the meaty cheeks knowing that he was going to leave a questionable bruise on Sheppard’s beautiful ass, but he knew that he had to mark the boy as his own. He slowly withdrew his finger and quickly replaced it with two fingers making sure that he caressed John’s prostate with each thrust, “You like that baby? Is Daddy making you feel good?”
John was eagerly humping himself on Marshall’s fingers, “Yes…but I won’t be able to hold off much longer if you keep doing it this good.”
Sumner could sympathize with the younger man and he released his dick and pulled out his fingers. He pulled the cheeks apart and stared at the puckered entrance that was now slick and red. He gave the hole a few sloppy licks with his tongue, “It’s my precious hole isn’t it?”
John was breathing hard as he felt Sumner’s tongue dwell down deep inside his hot channel, “Yes…it’s your precious hole Daddy, only yours.”
Marshall smiled and withdrew his tongue from the boy’s ass, “I’m glad to hear that John. Now, I want to be inside that sweet wet hole.”
Sheppard stood up straight, turned around to face Sumner, and smiled seductively as he positioned himself on Marshall’s waiting lap, “I’ve noticed you like to fuck me with your clothes on. Is there a reason for that?”
Marshall aimed his dick at John’s tight entrance and watched as the younger man impaled himself on his long hard shaft, “Are you complaining?”
John closed his eyes as he felt himself sinking down onto Sumner’s cock, “It makes me feel dirty.”
“You like feeling dirty. You like being my dirty little boy don’t you?”
John felt Sumner’s balls on his ass as he sank down all the way onto the man’s dick, “Oh fuck yes!”
Sumner ran his hands up and down Sheppard’s chest pinching his nipples and playing with the soft black hair that he found there, “Does Daddy’s dick feel good baby?”
Sheppard felt the familiar tingle of pleasure as he began to rise up off of Sumner’s shaft leaving only the swollen head inside , and then there was the familiar stretch as lowered himself back down on the steel-hard rod, “It feels so fucking good Daddy…I love your cock inside me.”
Sumner put his hands on Sheppard’s hips and helped to guide him in setting the right pace for a quick release, “I would love to fuck you all night baby, but I know that the damn sun is going to be coming up any moment, so we’re going to have to do this quickly.”
John nodded in understanding and he allowed Sumner’s hands to set a brisk pace. He reached to stroke his own throbbing member but his hand was slapped away, “Why can’t I touch myself Daddy?”
“That’s for me to do Boy, and I can’t have you coming all over my uniform, so you’re going to have to wait until I’m through with my own pleasure.”
John stopped fucking himself on Marshall’s dick and pouted, “That’s not possible. I’ll blow my head off when I feel you coming inside me.”
Sumner softly laughed at his pouting boy, “I’ll let you come in my mouth if you can hold off.”
John smiled naughtily, “Well, why didn’t you just say that in the first place?” He eagerly resumed the fucking, determined to hold off as long as possible. He wanted nothing more than to see his Daddy take his seed down his throat.
Sumner began to buck up his hips coinciding with John’s movements, and he quickly approached the pinnacle of his excitement, “You want it Boy? You want Daddy’s cum inside you?”
John placed his hands on Marshall’s uniformed shoulders for support as he was fucked into oblivion, “Yes…give it to me Daddy. Give me your hot sweet cum.” He smiled as he felt the other man releasing his load into his body, and he relished the feel of the other man’s wet slick spunk coating every inch of his insides.
“Stand up John,” Sumner ordered once he regained his composure. John stood up facing the man’s face and watched in appreciation as Sumner pulled him in closer to suck him off. John’s back arched backwards and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as it only took seconds for Sumner to milk the seed into his mouth. Sumner eagerly swallowed every drop of the warm thick fluid, “Damn, you taste good Boy. There’s not an inch of your gorgeous body I don’t enjoy tasting.”
“Thank you Daddy,” John whispered slightly out of breath from the exertion.
“For what baby,” Sumner smiled.
John blushed, “For the compliments…and for the fuck.”
“You keep up the good work Major and your ass will be fucked often.”
John began to dress back into his uniform, wiping the sweat off with his shirt, “I hope it’s fucked hard and thoroughly.”
Sumner zipped up his pants, stood up, and reached for his armory vest, “Of course it will be. That’s standard operating procedure Major.”
Sheppard laughed and stared at Marshall’s lips. He wondered if he would ever get to kiss them. Kissing someone was more intimate to him than fucking and apparently the Colonel felt the same way. He hoped that his lips got the chance later to explore the full mouth like his dick had just done moments earlier.
Once John was dressed and looked like he hadn’t just been fucked raw, Sumner opened the flap of the tent and headed out into the soft light that signaled the beginning of the sun rising. He looked back over his shoulder and saw that Sheppard was following him. They met up with Bates who informed the Colonel of an ancient city that was discovered in the sun’s light. The Athosians were reluctant to let them explore the city, and they had warned them that they should return to their home world to escape the Wraith, but Sumner had other ideas.
Ford, Sheppard, and Sumner walked to the outskirts of the Athosian village and Sumner informed the younger men of his intentions, “Look, I don’t care what they say, that city is worth a look, not to mention the possibility there could be ZPMs there that they don’t know or care about.”
Sheppard looked at Sumner in concern, “What if the Wraith are the enemy the Ancient Hologram lady was talking about?”
“All the more reason for us to have a defensible position, should we have to abandon Atlantis. Stay here and find out what you can. Ford you head back to the Gate, report into Weir and tell her we’ll have answers for her in a few hours.”
Sumner watched in approval as both of his subordinates ran off to follow his orders and he couldn’t help but to feel especially proud of his little boy. He knew that a few more weeks of training on his part would produce an excellent officer who would no longer disobey orders because he didn’t want to disrespect or disobey his Daddy, and he definitely would be up to training Sheppard on a daily basis if not on an hourly basis. The boy obviously needed discipline and love from a father figure, and he would be more than happy to feel that role.
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Six Months Later
John awakened from yet another nightmare about the female Wraith who would have sucked the life out of him if not for Ford’s intervention. The dream was always the same. The screams of agony coming from Sumner were burnt into his memories, as was the image of Marshall’s eyes as he pleaded for John to kill him. The guilt of shooting Sumner and of awakening the Wraith was a constant burden on John, and there wasn’t a night that went by that he didn’t think about that one moment in time that changed his life and the Pegasus Galaxy. In just five minutes, Sheppard had managed to kill his superior officer, kill a Wraith, and sentence thousands of others to an early death.
He wished that Ford had not shown up in time and that the Wraith had killed him then and there. At least he would have died beside his lover, and the countless worlds in the Pegasus Galaxy would be safe from the Wraith for at least fifty more years. It had been months since that faithful day, and his team had ran into several worlds that were being culled earlier than expected thanks to his mistake. Each time he watched a person being taken by the Wraith he felt a twinge of guilt and despair for his role in waking them up early. He had been brought to Atlantis because of his ATA gene and to help with the operation of Atlantis. Instead, he had brought nothing but pain and hardship to Atlantis and her inhabitants and the remorse was overbearing at times.
He wished that Sumner were still alive, and that their Daddy games had become something real. He needed that feeling of mattering to someone else. He needed to be loved and cared for, and he needed someone to put him in his place when he got out of control. Some would think that the games Sumner and he played were twisted and sick, but the truth of the situation was that he really did need a father figure in his life who was also willing to be his lover, and just as he thought he might have finally found what he needed, he was forced to kill the man. He knew that shooting Sumner had been the right decision, but in the process he felt like he had killed something inside of him as well, and that thing was hope. Hope of finally feeling complete as a person, hope of finally being able to stop pretending that he was happy, hope that he would one day be loved and needed by another, and ultimately hope that he would learn to finally love himself.
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