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By Bluespirit 

Title: Hiding in Plain Sight
Author: Xanthe
Fandom: SGA/NCIS crossover
Pairings: Gibbs/DiNozzo, John/Rodney, Carson/Caldwell, Teyla/Ronon, Ziva/McGee, and some other pairings that would spoil the story if I revealed them.
Genre: Slash, het
Category: AU, BDSM-verse, hurt/comfort, romance, BDSM, spanking, action/case, angst
Rating: NC17 for explicit BDSM sex (m/m slash, femslash and het) and spanking. There are also scenes of torture in some parts of the story.

Summary: When a serial killer murders three marines on Atlantis, NCIS are called in to investigate. However, their arrival brings complications for everyone – revealing a lie, a prophecy, a secret and a nemesis.

This story is set in my Coming Home universe, and takes place a few months after the events depicted in General & Dr Sheppard. You don’t have to read them to make sense of this although some events from those fics are referenced in this one, particularly General & Dr Sheppard. Some of the concepts of the universe are also referenced.  

Further notes beneath the cut )
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Title: Coming Home
Author: Xanthe
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard (AU, set in a bisexual/BDSM universe)
Genre: Slash
Category: Romance, BDSM, spanking, hurt/comfort, angst, drama/action, BDSM-verse
Rating: NC17 for loving, consensual BDSM sex and spanking scenes.
Spoilers: Season One.
Wordcount: 183,800 – give or take *g*.
Posting: Because of the size of this story, I’ll be posting it in daily installments to my LJ. There are 19 installments of between 8000 and 11,000 words each. This story is finished and complete. I'll post links to the entire story at the end.

This novel-length story is a prequel to General & Dr Sheppard telling the story of how the AU John and Rodney first got together.

Summary: “Colonel John Sheppard knew, from the moment he first met Dr Rodney McKay, that the man would be trouble.”

Author’s Notes and Thank Yous

1. “Coming Home” is set in the same storyverse as ‘General & Dr Sheppard’ (G&DS). You don’t have to have read that in order to read and enjoy this.
2. This story is set entirely in a universe where bisexuality and BDSM sex are the norm. The BDSM depicted in this story is lifestyle BDSM – so it’s more intense than the “silk scarves” variety. It is safe, sane and consensual and the characters enjoy their sexuality. If you are squicked by BDSM practices (such as spanking, bondage, biting, marking, and dominant/submissive power exchange) please don’t read this story.
3. First and foremost this is a story about two people finding each other and learning how to be together. The BDSM is just a backdrop to that story.
4. Obviously as this is an AU, where bisexuality and BDSM are the norm and people are comfortable with that, the characters speak and act a bit differently to how they might speak and act in our universe. It was established in G&DS that the characters in this universe are much more open about their sexuality and comfortable talking about it.
5. Some events from the actual show are depicted in this story but they don’t necessarily happen in the same order, and they certainly don’t happen in quite the same way as they happened on the show. In a few places I have used some actual lines of dialogue from ‘Suspicion’, Hide and Seek’, and ‘38 Minutes’. This was done on purpose to emphasise the fact that this universe sometimes has echoes of our own.
6. Please don’t post to tell me how and why this society won’t work – I'm pretty sure I already know! If you like this kind of thing then it’s an enjoyable fantasy. It's not intended to be a "how to" guide to the functioning of a BDSM society or as to how BDSM should be practised. It's a story about people first and foremost.
7. I’m not postulating that this society is any better or worse than our own – it’s a fantasy construct with its own good and bad points.
8. I was working off my own canon here as some of the events that happen in ‘Coming Home’ are referred to in ‘G&DS’. I tried to make everything fit appropriately, and hope I succeeded. Some things will be picked up in the next story in this series, whenever I get around to writing it *g*. Please note that although John is a General in G&DS, he starts out as a Colonel here.
9. I love getting friendly feedback so please leave some if you enjoy this story!
10. A note about the posting method. I'm posting in installments but the story is finished. I'm posting in installments for various reasons: firstly, I do like to reply to feedback. I think if people have been kind enough to leave it then I like to acknowledge it. So if I posted more than 2 a day I simply wouldn't be able to keep up with the feedback and I want to enjoy the feedback and give people proper responses. Secondly, I asked my flist how they wanted the story to be posted and the consensus was that daily installments were best. People mentioned how they felt G&DS had been a real event, and they'd loved having something new to read each day and being able to chat with other readers about the fic. Of course people who don't like installments can wait until the entire story is posted and then read it all in one go - no problems there! There are 19 installments to this fic.
11. My apologies for the exceedingly long author’s notes! There was a reason why I felt they were necessary with this story.
12. Just to recap - if you dislike BDSM, or the way I write BDSM in particular, and/or you hated ‘G&DS’, then there’s really no reason for you to read ‘Coming Home’. If you loved 'G&DS' and/or really enjoy the way I write, then yay and hoorah and I hope you get a kick out of this one too – it's you guys I'm writing for!

Big Thanks To:
[livejournal.com profile] bluespirit_star for constant encouragement, discussion and support, to say nothing of prompt and helpful beta. I honestly couldn’t have written this without you, and most of the time I was actually writing it *for* you! Thanks so much.
[livejournal.com profile] flyingnorth for enthusiasm and many a long discussion about this universe
[livejournal.com profile] shrewreader for US beta.
Everyone who has been so encouraging (and patient!) about this story and all my flist for being so supportive whenever I mentioned it.
[livejournal.com profile] bluespirit_star again for yet another gorgeous title graphic

Now, on with the story!

Coming Home - Part One: Trouble with a Capital ‘T’.
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Title: Queen
Author: Xanthe
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Teyla/John
Genre: Het
Category: romance, angst, domination
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Obliquely for "Allies".
Warning: Rough sex! Female domination, male submission.
Author’s Notes:
1.This isn’t a pairing I’d normally write but I wanted to offer myself as a pinch hitter in the [livejournal.com profile] atlantiskink's kinkathon and I really enjoyed doing something a bit different. I am primarily a slash writer but I’ve also written some het in my time. I did my very best to fulfil the prompt although I didn’t manage to cover all the kinks – I hope the person I’m writing for likes it and my apologies if not, but I really did try.
2. I’ve made up some stuff about the wraith. I like making stuff up – I don’t think it’s contradicted in canon.
3. Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] bluespirit_star for beta.

Summary: “Sex or death…”

This fic was written for [livejournal.com profile] atlantiskink's kinkathon for [livejournal.com profile] saeva whose request was as follows:

Want: My ultimate want would be Teyla/Sheppard with Sheppard's voluntary, not drug or alien influenced submission (preferably without reference to 'earth goddess'es.) In this scenario, please don't give Sheppard a vagina. Metaphorically. If you want to give him a literal vagina I'm okay with that. Lt. Cadman/Carson would also rock my socks. So would Cadman/Sheppard.

Kinks (mix & match): People losing their tempers. People losing control. Whimpering. Dog-tags. Interrupted orgasm. Blindfolds. Earplugs. Non-verbal begging. Abrasion. Patience training. Sparring. Voluntary submission/restraint. Uncertainty. Hitting/bruising/violence (but not organized punishment). Hard sex. Woman on top.

I do not want: fecal play, male-to-female crossdressing, emasculation/sissifying, pathetic men/bitchy women. Thanks!

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Title: Doctor's Orders
Author: Xanthe
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Rodney McKay/Carson Beckett
Genre: Slash
Category: romance, angst, BDSM, humour
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 20,000ish
Author's Notes: This story was written for [livejournal.com profile] atlantiskink's kinkathon for [livejournal.com profile] ravenlaughing who requested: "I have a desperate need for/would like McBeckett, with Carson as the Dom. Spanking's hot, being tied to something's just as good, and I sure as hell wouldn't mind Forceful!Carson. In a good way, not in a rape way."

Warning: This fic was written for a kinkathon so, needless to say, it's kinky! There's some dom/sub type sex, some light bondage, and some spanking. Please don't read if that squicks you.
Disclaimer: I was working to a deadline here during an insanely busy time in my Real Life so there might be some technical details about the city that I've got wrong. I DID do research but couldn't find an answer so I've invented some stuff. I don't think it's important to the overall story though.

Many thanks to: the sparkly pink Bluespirit for usual fabulous beta and the very naughty icon *g*

Summary: "You are NOT the person you pretend to be, Carson Beckett!"

Doctor's Orders - 1/2 )

Home - 1/1

Mar. 7th, 2006 11:59 am
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Title: Home
Author: Xanthe
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Genre: Slash
Categories: Romance, schmoop, PWP, established relationship. Just a happy fic really *g*
Summary: John wasn't entirely sure when he'd started thinking of Atlantis as home...
Rating: PG.
Thanks, as always, to Bluespirit

Home )
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Title: General & Dr Sheppard
Author: Xanthe
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing/s: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard. Rodney Sheppard/John Sheppard
Genre: Slash
Category: Romance, BDSM-verse, BDSM, UST, hurt/comfort, angst
Spoilers: Trinity and The Brotherhood.
Summary: An accident with Ancient technology sucks a John and Rodney from an alternate universe onto Atlantis – and they have very different ideas about sex, marriage and relationships.
Rating: NC-17

Many thanks to: Bluespirit for unwavering support, constant enthusiasm, good suggestions and beta help and for just being fabulous. I really can't thank Bluespirit enough. She's been so fabulous and I seriously doubt I'd have continued writing this story without her help and support. Any mistakes are my own. Special thanks also to Flying North for discussions and suggestions. Separate thanks also due to the fantastically talented Bluespirit for the amazingly inspiring title graphic ;-). There's a standalone piece to this title graphic as well which I'll be posting with the next chapter as it goes with it so well.

Warning: BDSM lifestyle themes, graphic, loving BDSM sex, dark, possessive sex, and consensual spanking. Please DO NOT READ if those ideas upset or squick you.

Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. It is not intended to be a how-to guide for BDSM - there are plenty of sites on the net for that. The alternate universe depicted is intended to be hot and fun - it's not a serious attempt to analyse how such a society would really work.

Extract: New John grinned. "Perhaps we should introduce ourselves. I'm General John Sheppard…"

"General?" John frowned. "Damn." He wasn't sure why that annoyed him, but somehow it did. You can't possibly be competitive with *yourself* he told himself, but the idea that this John outranked him niggled at him.

"Hah – so it seems that the John in their universe has progressed a little further up the career ladder than you, Lieutenant-Colonel," Rodney said, stressing John's title pointedly, in a tone of malicious glee, holding his hands behind his back and rocking back and forth on his heels a little in enjoyment of John's discomfort.

"And this is my husband, Dr Rodney Sheppard," new John added, gesturing towards his Rodney. The look on Atlantis's Rodney's face was so comical that John almost fell about laughing there and then.

Part One: Making History )
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Title: Shrine

Author: Xanthe

Fandom: SGA

Pairing/Characters: McKay/Sheppard

Summary: Rodney is busy with his devotions so John will just have to wait...

Rating: NC17

Spoilers: None.

Wordcount: 2,356

Keywords: Smut!

Author's Notes: This ficlet was written for the lovely [livejournal.com profile] bluespirit_star :-)

Next time you blow me in the puddle jumper I'm going to put duct tape over my own mouth to stop me promising you *anything*, ever again. )

By Xanthe

Shrine: n. 1. a place of worship hallowed by association with a sacred person or object

Rodney didn't believe in God. He preferred to focus his attention on what he could see, hear, taste, smell and touch, and sometimes, during the course of his work, it was necessary to really concentrate on all five of those senses, without distraction.

"Uh…Rodney…how long is this going to take?" John asked.

"Ssh. Ssh. Sssh!" Rodney snapped irritably. "Can't you see I'm working?"

John's sigh was loud and audible. Rodney ignored it and returned to his task. His nimble fingers gently stroked the leather, enjoying the feel of the soft, black fabric under his skin. This required all his concentration and he went about his task slowly, carefully, paying attention to every small detail. The leather was warmer than he'd been expecting, having been heated by close proximity to the human body it was currently nestled against. Rodney slid his fingers under the black strap and worked it free. He noted that the leather was worn from frequent use where the buckle fastened and he stroked a couple of stray fibres away, humming softly to himself as he worked.

"Anytime today would be good," John muttered.

"Some things can't be hurried, Colonel. Even someone as impatient as you should recognise that," Rodney retorted.

"*I'm* impatient? Me?" John protested. "My god, I've never met a more impatient man than you. I can't believe you just said that."

"I'm not impatient – I'm just quick," Rodney told him, his fingers carefully prising the leather belt and accompanying holster away from John's thigh.

"Not right now you're not," John retorted.

Rodney didn't reply. He was too busy raising the newly released thigh holster to his nose and inhaling the smell of warm, John-scented leather.

"Ugh. That's just so…oh, whatever," John sighed.

Rodney ignored him. He placed the thigh holster on the nightstand and then gazed at the smorgasbord laid out on the bed in front of him, wondering what to delight his senses with next. His gaze settled on the tight, slinky black shirt with the teasing glimpse of chest hair peeking out from beneath. He straddled John's upper torso and placed his fingers on the cool zip fastening of his lover's shirt.

"Okay. So you were just teasing me down there. Now you're coming up here," John muttered. "I suppose that at least puts you within kissing distance but you could have taken care of business while you were down there." He nodded in the direction of the erection currently tenting the front of his pants but Rodney shook his head, his eyes transfixed by the little zip that was currently taunting him.

"You have no idea how often I've looked at this little bastard and wanted to do…this…" Rodney took the zip between thumb and forefinger and slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, drew it down as far as it would go, revealing…"Oh god," Rodney moaned, feeling his own erection swell even more in his pants.

"What now?" John sighed.

Rodney lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose to the newly revealed dog tags as they lay nestled in his lover's dark chest hair. He liked the little chinking sound they made as he nudged them and the cool feel of the metal under his nose - and most of all he liked the way they gleamed against John's pale skin. Those dog tags got to be where Rodney wanted to be every minute of every day – pressed against John's naked flesh. Rodney shivered and placed his mouth reverently on the little patch of flesh that the dog tags had vacated, enjoying the faintly metallic scent that soon disappeared to be replaced by the salty, musky taste that was pure John.

John sighed, but this time it was a sigh of pleasure. He sank back into the bed and his hands came to rest on Rodney's ass. Rodney wriggled his ass, shaking them off.

"No touching," he said.

"Oh come ON, Rodney," John growled, his arousal sounding in his voice.

"Not yet," Rodney told him reprovingly. "You said we could do things my way, remember."

"I made that promise under duress!" John protested.

"I know." Rodney sounded kind of smug.

"You were blowing me!" John continued.

"I was," Rodney grinned, remembering.

"In the puddle jumper," John added.

"Yeah." Rodney's grin broadened.

"While I was flying it!" John said. "You were under the damn console on your knees. I was flying and coming at the same time. I'd have promised you anything right then as you damn well know!"

"I do." Rodney nodded solemnly. "It was perhaps a little unfair of me to exact that promise from you at that precise moment in time but if you will have weaknesses then you must expect me to exploit them."

"I thought you were my boyfriend not my blackmailer," John groused.

"I'm perfectly capable of being both at the same time," Rodney retorted. "Now…back to business." He glanced down at the tight fabric covering his lover's chest. Under the dim Atlantean lights the fabric looked ever so slightly shiny, stretched over the two little mounds of aroused flesh on his lover's chest. "Hmm…these are perky." Rodney ghosted his fingers over John's nipples and his lover gave another growl.

"You can talk," he muttered. "Yours stand to attention the minute I walk into the room."

"My nipples are indeed highly responsive to visual stimulation," Rodney told him, nodding. "But yours…are more subtle. I have to actually sit on top of you and stroke them to get a reaction. Feels good huh?" His fingers didn't stop moving over John's nipples as he spoke and he could feel them harden even more under the slinky black fabric that was covering them. "Time to lose the shirt I fear," Rodney said regretfully.

"About damn time," John said. "There's a distinct lack of nakedness in this room, Rodney!"

"Ssh. I'm busy," Rodney replied, shifting backwards so that he was straddled over John's waist now. He gently tugged the shirt out of his lover's pants and slowly slid it up John's body, enjoying the way it glided over his lover's skin, pooling into little ripples, revealing acres of toned, hard flesh. Rodney dipped his head and licked a pathway up the skin he had just uncovered, and John moaned and bucked up slightly beneath him, partially dislodging him.

"Naughty," Rodney told him, regaining his position straddling his lover's body. "I'm allowed to do what I like to you remember?"

"When I agreed to that I had no idea it would involve torture!" John complained. Rodney raised an eyebrow.

"So far I've removed your thigh holster, unzipped your shirt and licked your stomach. Pray tell exactly how this can be considered torture?" he invited, with a quizzical look in John's direction.

"It's a slow torture, devised by one of the most cunning and devious minds in the Pegasus galaxy," John moaned. Rodney grinned and then ducked his head and ran his warm tongue over one of John's newly exposed nipples. John gasped out loud and Rodney held him down and licked his nipples like a kitten, lapping at them with his tongue, roving from one to the other, gently teasing them into hard peaks. He could feel John beneath his thighs, squirming in ecstasy.

Rodney finished his work and then sat up. John lay there, beneath him, looking like he was going to pass out if Rodney didn't move things along. Rodney grinned. He'd never had a lover pass out on him before; it would be a novel experience. He certainly had no intention of moving things along any time soon. He was enjoying his devotions far too much.

"Arms up," Rodney ordered. He shifted his knees a fraction to allow John to move his arms and then swiftly removed his lover's shirt and threw it on the floor, leaving John naked from the waist up…and leaving his hair endearingly dishevelled.

"Ah. Oh dear." Rodney shook his head sadly. "It's no use. I was going to go back down and take that hard cock of yours in my mouth but now I've seen that…" He gave a regretful sigh. "I'm afraid I'm going to be waylaid."

"Why? WHY?" John demanded. "What was wrong with the going down and the mouth thing? Where else is there that you have to be right now?"

"Here." Rodney shifted forward, planted his hands on either side of John's head, and then leaned in close…and sniffed John's hair.

"WHAT?" John exclaimed.

"Mmmm," Rodney inhaled.

"You're kidding me right?" John growled, trying to wriggle away, but Rodney had him firmly pinned down between his knees. Strangely, for a man who could only run to save his life and was crap at hand to hand combat, Rodney was peculiarly strong. Of course most of John's blood had ebbed away into the enormous erection he was currently sporting so that might have explained his inability to break free.

"Nope," Rodney said, burying his nose in John's dark hair. "It was looking all mussed up and delicious. I had no choice," he said, with a tragic sigh. John gave a sigh of his own and sank back down in the bed again, allowing Rodney to continue unopposed. Rodney caressed his lover's hair with his fingers, running them lightly over John's scalp, and John started to zone out. He looked as boneless as a plate of jello by the time Rodney finally finished playing with his hair. Rodney grinned down at him.

"So, how's the torture going?" he asked. "Still suffering?"

"You're a sadist," John muttered. Rodney considered that and then smiled happily to himself.

"Very probably," he replied. He trailed the tips of his fingers over John's chest, brushing ever so lightly, loving the way John's breath hitched and gasped as Rodney's fingers touched the sensitised skin. "Mmm. I think you're almost ready now," he said.

"You think?" John growled. "Next time you blow me in the puddle jumper I'm going to put duct tape over my own mouth to stop me promising you *anything*, ever again."

"Ooh, duct tape - kinky!" Rodney grinned. "Although of course nobody actually said there would be another time in the puddle jumper."

"Rodney!" John's voice held a sharp note of complaint. Rodney ignored it. His fingers were now slowly undoing his lover's pants, and he was humming to himself as he worked, intent on the task.

"If I was undressing myself I'd have been done half an hour ago!" John growled.

"Mmm, but if you were undressing yourself it wouldn't have been half as much fun," Rodney replied serenely. "Now shift your ass." He slid his fingers under John's boxers and pulled them down as John raised his hips. "Ah…is this what's been bothering you?" Rodney asked in a faux innocent tone, as John's enormous erection bobbed into view.

"I can easily get you back for this," John told him, with a faintly malicious grin.

"Really?" Rodney sounded doubtful. "I'm the cunning and devious one, remember."

"You think I can't be cunning and devious?" John replied, his eyes gleaming. "I could whisper in your ear during a briefing…" Rodney paused, his fingers poised in mid-air, remembering how hard he had got last time John had done that to him – and his lover hadn't even whispered anything dirty! But just the gossamer touch of John's breath on his ear had almost been enough to make him come there and then. "Or I could fasten my thigh holster…ever so slowly…just as we're about to gate offworld," John told him, warming to his theme. "In front of everyone," John added. Rodney swallowed hard, his own erection swelling even more as he fantasised about that. It would be excruciating and embarrassing…and oh so hot. The thrill of seeing John's fingers caress the leather holster, and the knowledge that Rodney couldn't do anything about his arousal because they were just about to gate offworld…combined with the utter torment of having to push said arousal back down because people were watching. "Or…I could play with my dog tags while you're trying to work," John grinned.

"Oh god." Rodney closed his eyes, remembering the last time John had done that. Radek had been in the middle of explaining some complicated thingummy and John had been leaning against the wall, his long index finger sliding over the cool metal of his dog tags, absently, without the slightest idea of what it was doing to the contents of Rodney's boxer shorts. "Okay, okay! I give in!" he capitulated, undressing John the rest of the way with much more haste than he'd hitherto shown.

Then he paused, and just gazed at his lover, spread out before him, naked and beautiful. John's dark hair was even more mussed up than ever from where Rodney had played with it, and it stood out in a shock against the white pillow. John's naked flesh was firm and inviting, his nipples still glistening slightly from where Rodney had sucked on them. And John's cock…John's hard cock was standing out proud, dark and pulsing and utterly beautiful. Rodney swallowed, hard, as he surveyed the utterly luscious sight in front of him.

Rodney knelt in silent reflection of what was in front of him for several long seconds, and then he bent his head, abased himself before the shrine that was his lover's body, and took John whole into his mouth, almost laughing out loud as John roared with delight and bucked up against him. Rodney loved the way his own mouth felt when it was stretched around John's hard, powerful length. He loved the way his lover's body smelled, warm and musky and heady with arousal, and he loved the way John's beautiful cock tasted as it slid between his lips, back and forth, back and forth, making all Rodney's nerve endings tingle. Most of all, though, he loved the way John called out his name, in a low, loving growl of pure pleasure as he came, his hand tangled in Rodney's hair.

Rodney didn't believe in God, but he was very familiar with the concept of worship.

The End

Friendly feedback much appreciated!

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Title: Breaking the Rules
Author: Xanthe
Fandom: SGA
Genre: Slash
Pairing/Characters: McKay/Beckett
Categories: angst, romance
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Bluespirit for the fastest beta in the west!

Summary: Rodney misses his cat and Carson has a remedy for that. A story featuring a cuddly Carson and an ever so slightly autistic Rodney.

Breaking the Rules )
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I really wrote this SPANKY fic just for myself on a down day and it really cheered me up. It features a psychological/punishment spanking rather than an erotic one so don't read it if that notion upsets you. The spanking is entirely consensual :-)

Title: Bad Day
Author: Xanthe
Genre: Slash
Category: Spanking, angst, romance
Pairing: Carson Beckett/Rodney McKay
Spoilers: This story is a post ep for "Trinity".
Summary: Rodney's had a bad day – but luckily Carson is there to give him what he needs.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: This story features a loving, consensual spanking but if you don't like spanking, or you feel that fictional characters shouldn't like dealing with their issues by spanking, then please don't read it.

Thanks to: Bluespirit for kind beta :-)

Bad Day )
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Title: Rodney McScrooge
Author: Xanthe
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Genre: Slash
Category: humour, romance
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Word count: 4,786
Author's Notes: This fic is for Bluespirit with the biggest hugs in the world.

Thanks: To Bluespirit for the wonderful (as usual!) title graphic and for the great beta :-) Any mistakes are my own.

Summary: It's Christmas - and not everyone in Atlantis is happy about that.

It seemed to him that this whole festival was crammed full of traps for the unwary and he absolutely refused to get sucked into it. )
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Title: Back from the Well
Author: Xanthe
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Beckett/McKay/Sheppard
Genre: Threesome
Categories: hurt/comfort, non-con, romance, angst, drama
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rape
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: This is a very long story (over 50,000 words) so I've split it into 6 chapters. As for the "pairing" - because it's such a long story there is a lot of McShep, McBeck and Beck/Shep interaction and emotion so I think lovers of those pairings who aren't necessarily into threesomes would get something from this fic.
Thanks to: Massive thanks to Bluespirit for constant support and encouragement and great comments and for the totally wonderful title graphic. Big thanks to Sergeeva for helpful comments and lovely feedback and to Phoebe for the medical beta :-)

Summary: Atlantis has been invaded and her people sold to work as slaves.

Extract: "I just want it back to how it was before. You, me, John…nothing good like that ever happened to me before and it's all falling apart. I can't look at Radek without remembering the plantation and being thrown down against that bloody well and, and…and you're walking around with the weight of the entire galaxy on your shoulders and John…John isn't John at all! There are some things you can't just tidy up, Carson."

Back from the Well - Part One
Back from the Well - Part Two
Back from the Well - Part Three
Back from the Well - Part Four
Back from the Well - Part Five
Back from the Well - Part Six

The Chair

Nov. 19th, 2005 08:30 pm
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Title: The Chair
Author: Xanthe
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Spoilers: This story is set immediately after "The Siege, Part 3" so spoilers up to and including that episode.
Summary: "...are you saying I exist merely to be John Sheppard's plaything?" The Wraith have returned, the city is on the verge of destruction and Rodney makes a shocking discovery that could change his relationship with Sheppard forever. Meanwhile, Sheppard has made an equally startling discovery of his own...
Rating: R for graphic m/m sex.
Keywords: Angst, humour, romance, two preposterous things happening before breakfast...and teh hawt sex, obviously *g*.
Website: www.xanthe.org. This story can be found there, complete with appropriate picture, at http://www.xanthe.org/slash/otherfandoms/SGA/thechair.htm
Word Count: 17,617 in total
Feedback: Yes please! The friendly variety always makes me happy :-)
Email: Xanthe@xanthe.org
First Posted: 24th October, 2005
Author's Notes:
1. This story is dedicated to my dear friend, Bluespirit. Happy Birthday, Bluespirit! I hope you have as much fun reading this story as I had writing it :-)
2. This is my first Stargate: Atlantis story and therefore my first McShep fic. It's so good to have new boys to play with!

The Chair, Part One
The Chair, Part Two

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