Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Atlantis
Notes: For kink bingo. I don't own anything, not even my car. This is an AU!
Pairing: Cameron Mitchell/ John Sheppard
Word count: 1,000
Square: Humiliation- Situational
John was pulled up roughly, pushed forward as he stumbled, slightly hobbled and naked, his wrists cuffed in a stockade, feeling the collar cut into his throat, his ankles chained as well, being pulled along by a leash, walking in front of a whole crowd of people, all looking, all staring at the broken and captured soldier. John was embarrassed but he was pleased to note that his skin betrayed nothing. He could hear them, whispering and wishing that he was their prize. They would show him what it was to submit; they would use and break him. He was just another rebel psychic after all. Didn’t they know their place by now?
He wanted to yell at them, tell them that he always had a problem with ‘his place’ in life. John wanted to tell them that he was more than just some slave for their nation. That he was one of Atlantis’ elite Psychic Soldiers and that they would protect everyone from the Wraith and their Lord. He flinched, almost falling forward as someone in the crowd spit on him, feeling the nasty glob of mucus roll off and drop to the ground. John braced himself, knowing it was only starting as he felt it pelt his skin, dripping off and leaving a slimy film on his body.
It was a long walk and John was weary after crossing the town. He could still hear their jeers ringing in his ears. John had walked through the entire town of people, feeling the dried spit and most of his fight diminished. He reached out, trying to touch his partner’s mind, knowing that he was dead, he had to be.
John had worn the dampeners before and he could always feel Cameron. His partner, his fellow soldier, his lover. John knew he was dead. He felt it. He felt the lack of his presence and he felt his last, painful moments as the Wraith soldiers captured him. John broke inside, not even finding the energy to care anymore. Maybe this was just his fate. There were others to fight. Others that weren’t raw and scarred. Lorne and Parrish would take his and Cam’s place at the front lines.
He was brought before their Lord, his feet kicked out from under him as he looked up at him.
“Sheppparrrddd. I am pleased to see you alive. I would’ve thought the death of your partner would’ve killed you,” Todd taunted as he surveyed John’s body.
“I… You know me, Todd. I’m resilient,” John said, finding some energy after all.
“Yes. This is true, Sheppard. I’ve enjoyed our battles. You are a good soldier. But with that said, you’re also one of the Psykers. I do this to contain you, to make your powers serve your betters,” he said, gesturing to the guards as they took off the stockade around John’s neck and held his wrists firm. Todd slipped the collar with the chain attached to the throne, around his neck as his powers went absolutely blank. John gasped, pulling and fighting. He thought he had been dampened before but this was like being struck deaf!
John felt a sharp slap and tasted blood as Todd backhanded him. “Stop fighting, slave and begin serving your Master.”
The guards dropped his arms and he looked up at Todd, wishing that he had never saved the fucker and crawled forward, sliding his hands up his legs, even more embarrassed as his hands shook, pulling out his cock and licking it up and down, shivering with displeasure as he tasted Todd’s skin and started sucking, moving back and forth as he tried to imagine Cam, tried to take himself anywhere else. John blocked out the noises around him, knowing they were all watching, feeling his cheeks burn in shame as he suddenly tasted something sour and disgusting in his mouth. Todd quickly grabbed the back of his head and forced him to stay there, making him swallow and not letting go until he went limp inside John’s mouth.
John died a little more inside and resigned himself to this, to being nothing but a display piece. Todd turned, going back to his throne and leaving John kneeling in the floor. He hesitated then crawled to Todd’s feet, trying to get comfortable.
It had been two days since his walk through town and John was still trying not to fight but he couldn’t. He literally tried to just submit, to just let Todd do what he wanted and the collar helped him want to just obey, but there was still something that made John test Todd, push just gently against him.
Defiant to the last.
John narrowed his eyes, seeing the floor start to bubble as if melting. He watched in disbelief as the spot got bigger and far more noticeable. Todd was yelling at his guards to do something as a large spiral of fire burst into the room, killing all those near it and reformed into Cameron Mitchell. Flames danced on his arms and shoulders as he looked at Todd with cold hate. “You son of a bitch,” Cam whispered as he summoned his flame and fired, igniting and burning Todd to a pile of ashes.
John felt Cam pull him up, breaking the collar as he gasped out, screaming in agony as his powers returned full force. He looked at Cam and shook, unable to believe it. “You’re alive?”
“I’m alive. The Phoenix always rises from the ash,” Cam told him gently, taking his coat off and wrapping John up in it.
“You’re alive!” John said, still in disbelief as Cam chuckled and pulled him into a tight hug.
“I’m alive. I had to come back. I wasn’t done,” Cam told him. “I did not know, John.”
“Don’t do this to me again,” John said roughly.
“I won’t. Ever,” Cam promised.
John swallowed and nodded as Cam took off in flight, breaking the palace roof.