fateandfortune | Just two vampires, traveling the galaxy... [For Todd the Wraith]

The sensations were different in this position, they fit more tightly together and she felt everything more strongly. Her breathing stuttered as she adjusted to being filled with him so fully, and her moans became louder as he began to move.

She tried to match that pace, the quickness and the sharp thrusts heightening her pleasure, but in the end all she could do was anchor herself to the floor and struggle to keep breathing properly in between the moans and gasps that were nearly shouts as she expressed just how amazing he was making this.

It didn't take long at all for her first climax of the night to suddenly crash over her, and she nearly dropped to the floor as she lifted one hand to clutch at his arm while she shook and her inner walls clenched around him.

He followed right along with her over the edge, claws pinching her skin as he held onto Rogue, his breath puffing against her shoulder as his cock throbbed and emptied deep within her.

Todd pulled her up into a standing position on her knees to turn and kiss him, still buried inside. He didn't let her go, instead, he started to roll his hips again into her, the movement causing his cum to leak out around their joining and onto the floor between her legs.

Rogue let him pull her up, eagerly returning that kiss and reaching back with her free arm to cling to him, holding on as the pressure within her already started to build again. He hardly even had to try, her body responded so eagerly to his every action.

They'd need that bath after all this, that was for certain. Her nails scratched at him again, deeper and rougher this time, enough to leave marks. They would heal, of course, but the point was to raise his level of pleasure, nothing more.

Todd growled again as she scratched him and it encouraged him to go harder. His hands moved under Rogue's thighs to lift her up and thrust in like so. Each time he came, he found a new position, determined to continue until he was utterly spent or she told him to stop, and to keep her entertained, finding a new way to fill her each time.

A quick wash up and dry off before heading back into the bedroom. Getting under the blankets and pelts, he pulled her up on top of him, letting Rogue lay her head against his chest as he spread her legs on either side of his and slipped back into her.

Rogue continued to be a more than willing participant, thoroughly enjoying the creativity Todd was displaying. Each new position left her gasping and shaking in a different way, and she just wished she had his kind of stamina. By the time they moved into the bedroom, she was beginning to wear down and it was honestly nice to lay her head down for a moment.

"You are wearing me out, commander," she murmured, turning her head just enough to press a kiss to his chest before laying her head down again. "My goal was to do that to you tonight, not the other way around."

"My apologies" he grinned. He was a little worn, but if she was exhausted now, he'd likely not be able to exhaust himself into sleep. He considered leaving once she slept to find another partner, obviously a fellow wraith's stamina would be greater than hers and as he'd already been going at it awhile, a new partner could maybe wear him down.

But he wondered about her. She'd likely feel guilty about being unable to satisfy him in the way he wanted. But wraith weren't as devoted to one another as humans were, and she knew that.

He'd go until she could no longer keep up and then leave if he truly could not find some rest.

Rogue wished she had better control over her powers, that she could somehow tap a little of his energy without it hurting him so she could both wear him own and keep up with his pace. As it was, it would be the absolute wrong kind of pain for their current activities and would probably be a major buzzkill.

There would be a little guilt over not being able to help him the way he needed and the way she wanted, but she was well aware of their physiological differences. And while it would be a little strange to her southern sensibilities, she had already long accepted the idea of sharing him with his queen, and she would understand if he went to someone else that night. It was a comfort that she knew he wasn't the type to share the details, though.

That wouldn't stop her from giving it her all, though. Reaching over to take his feeding hand in her left hand, she tilted her head to peer up at him. "I haven't tried this yet," she said, a thinly veiled offer and reminder of the other times she'd explored that slit in his hand, to rather explosive ends. "It might help a little." He seemed to have a lot of energy left, so she wasn't looking for a miracle.

Slowly rocking up inside her, he nodded, "Go ahead" he purred, uncurling his fingers and revealing the slit for her to deliciously abuse. He didn't allow her to do it too often as it was very sensitive, but he might get too used to her toying with him in such away that he became desensitized to it.

His free hand caressed her thigh and along her ass, dipping between her cheeks to feel himself sliding in and out of her wet mound.

She understood his reasoning for not letting her use this particular method very often, and she certainly agreed that neither of them wanted him to become too used to it. Watching him come undone from her 'innocent' ministrations to his hand was one of her favorite things, after all.

For half a moment, she was tempted to sit up and fully take charge of the situation, but she was too comfortable there on his chest, so she just lifted his hand to her, making sure his arm wasn't at an awkward angle. She smoothed her thumb lightly along the edges of the slit, marveling at the strange sight of it for a moment before leaning in close to trace the tip of her tongue along those edges as well, the bitterness of the enzyme a familiar taste by now.

That simple tease drew out a deep groan from the commander and he closed his eyes, slowing his thrusts to just barely moving as she played.

All thoughts of finding another partner were, for the moment anyway, banished as she made him come undone with her actions.

Shuddering beneath her, he moved the hand from between Rogue's legs back to her thigh to let her sit up if she wanted to

She did sit up finally, moving her hips slowly as she kept hold of his right hand, her own caressing his chest and tracing designs with her nails on his skin. Every so often she would brush her mouth over his hand, tasting and testing the lines and depths and textures of the feeding slit in his hand, trying to prolong his sweet torture before squeezing him with her inner muscles that somehow still had strength yet.

It was an enjoyable process for the both of them.

As she drew out the wonderful pleasure to the very limits of endurance, he cried out and filled her again, her teasing of the slit in his palm pulling a longer lasting climax than before.

Chest heaving a bit, he fell limp beneath her, eventually able to pull her down for a kiss.

That seemed to do the trick after all, for he closed his eyes once they were settled and finally managed to get some sleep.

He woke only a couple hours later though, insomnia not relenting.

He stayed put, lightly stroking Rogue's hair until he managed to disentangle himself from her exhausted form. Silently, he left her to try and occupy his mind and possibly his body.

First he went to check on the wraith also experiencing the same symptoms that had been put into hibernation. All their vitals registered normal, but he dare not wake them just yet, wanting them to have the full week of rest in the pods to ensure this was the best cure.

He then ran into one of the engineering heads. Rogue knew him as the wraith who had a sweet tooth among the crew, often suggesting and coming up with recipes that were dessert related. He and the commander sat and talked for an hour before returning to the younger's quarters. Wraith sex was far more more rough and quick and, between his time with Rogue and the engineer's willingness to help his commander, Todd finally managed a few more hours of sleep.

Waking up was not an easy process for Rogue. The commander really had worn her out the night before, and she was groggy and a bit disoriented as she slowly came to. She was also blissfully sore in places she didn't know she had muscles to stretch.

She didn't feel as if she'd slept for very long, but she must have been sleeping like the dead because she hadn't noticed Todd leave. After a few moments of staring up at the blue haze of hyperspace through the skylight, she groaned quietly and rolled out of bed, her legs eventually cooperating enough for her to stumble into the bathroom.

After cleaning up a bit and attempting to wake up more, she decided to give up on the effort entirely and fell back onto the bed, not even bothering with the blankets as she curled up and went back to sleep.

The few hours he did get helped clear his head a bit, but in the end, this new symptom to the gene therapy was not going away by normal means of exhaustion.

He had a meeting with those who were also having the insomnia side effects. He hadn't been the only one trying to exhaust himself to sleep. Two of the four went the same route as he did, sex until the non-symptom partner could barely keep up. One ran for several hours until his healing abilities couldn't keep up with his aching legs. And the fourth sparred with as many others as possible before needing to stop thanks to a nasty knife wound to the lung.

The temptation to wake the three that were in hibernation was great to see if it had any affect, but they still had three more days until they reached Atlantis and Todd felt a full uninterrupted week in the pods was needed to get the full effects of hibernation.

In the meantime, they'd have to find means to keep them busy or there were going to be a bunch of irritated wraith on board.

Todd headed to the labs to test a theory he had. The enzyme had been a problem before when it came to the gene therapy, perhaps it was continuing to do so. He had one of the scientists there drain the enzyme sac in his arm before he finally returned to his quarters, to find Rogue fast asleep.

He undressed and climbed into bed with her, hoping that once the remaining enzyme in his system was burned out, he'd crash and fall asleep.

A second partner meant the large braid and the tiny ones she had fixed in his hair were not alone, two decorative knots were now woven in and a couple of the thin braids gone. If he didn't take the engineer to bed again for a month, they'd be removed upon his and Rogue's next coupling.

Rogue shifted as Todd joined her on the bed, giving a deep sigh as she slowly blinked herself awake enough to look at him. "Hey," she said softly, her voice a bit rough with sleep. "You doing okay?"

Her eyes wandered over his face first, examining his expression before moving onto the rest of him and noticing the changes to his hair. Ah. So that's where he'd gone.

She didn't know who the other party had been, but it was clearly a member of his crew. And truly she didn't mind - it might have hurt if he hadn't still been wearing the large braid she'd given him, the one that had meaning to her, but that pain would have been irrational. He wasn't human and she understood that, there were different physiological needs and social practices between them. Even if he had been human, she wouldn't have minded if they'd been open about things, which they had been.

It was still a little strange, though. Perhaps because she stayed in his room, or maybe it was just a baseless feeling she couldn't shake. Whatever it was, it wouldn't cause them problems. She wasn't the sort of person to let it get in the way of things.

"No, the insomnia is still strong." he sighed, resting his head back into the pillows. "Met with the others sharing the symptom. Two tried our approach with about as much luck, one tried sparring until he got too injured to continue, and another went your route of a run through the ship until his healing ability couldn't keep up. All the results point to that this isn't simply a matter of wearing one out until sleep takes over."

It meant it was a pretty serious symptom that needed to be amended as soon as possible, otherwise within a year the whole alliance would be having sleep-deprivation issues.

"As its too early to revive those in the pods, I've tried something for myself. Draining the enzyme sac. As it was the hindrance of the first round of the therapy, I figured it might still be causing issues. We can only wait and see."

Rogue glanced down at his arm with a frown, doubting that that was much of a pleasant experience in itself. She propped herself up on an elbow so she could see him a little more easily, and reached out to smooth stray strands of hair back from his face before tracing her fingertips down along his cheek and jaw.

"I'm sorry you're having to go through this," she told him with a quiet sigh. "I wish there was more I could do to help you with it. I feel pretty helpless when it comes to stuff like this, and I'm not gonna lie, I don't like it one bit." The last was accompanied with a small smile.

"Stop trying to find a solution for everything, you're turning into McKay." he said, though grinned.

Well, either the residual enzyme in his system was taking awhile to burn off, or his theory was wrong. He settled deeper into the pillows and blankets before picking up the Count of Monte Cristo on the nightstand. Today would be a stay in bed and relax day. While he didn't much like being inactive, it was best to conserve what little energy he'd gained in the precious hours of rest he'd gotten.

He may have grinned, but she gave him a mild glare in response to the McKay comment. And then she proceeded to pluck the book from his hands, turning over onto her stomach so she could prop the sizeable volume on her pillows.

"We'll have to get another book when we're on Atlantis," she remarked, thumbing through the chunk of pages they had left to get through. She was fine with the idea of just lounging around all day, but they were pretty close to finishing the book as it was.

He agreed, not only to read something during their time there but also a few titles to take with them as he suspected that once everything was taken of, most contact to Atlantis would be done via updates through the Stargate. Though to avoid villagers and their deadly snares, flying a dart to a space gate and contacting them that way was far less dangerous, and easier to do.

They read together for a little while, trying not to plow through the entirety of what they had left, but if they had another sleepover date like this, they'd be done in another day or so.

After a little while, her stomach grumbled quietly, reminding her that she'd burned quite a few calories in their escapades the night before and she wasn't wraith - humans needed to eat more than once a day. It was something she didn't always remember.

Groaning, she hid her face in the pillow for a moment before sighing and carefully sitting up, her muscles still protesting from the 'abuse' they'd suffered. "I guess I'm gonna make a quick trip to the kitchen. Do you want me to bring you anything?"

He shook his head, got himself another book from the closet shelves and returned to bed to try and occupy himself.

The next three days were pretty awful. Todd kept away from Rogue except at meal times and bedtime, not wanting his bad mood due to lack of proper rest to rub off on her. He recorded the effects the draining of his enzyme sac had had: none at all. He and the others affected continued to discuss and monitor those in the pods, but all indications read that they were sleeping soundly with nothing out of the ordinary. It boded well, a week's sleep in the pods once in awhile wouldn't be entirely hard to do. And once they'd landed the hive on the planet, they could all take a turn and get ahead of the side effect.

So caught up in the insomnia, they completely neglected to think about waking the queen when they arrived or when they had landed. They decided to wake her ahead of time so that when they contact Atlantis, she could speak to them directly. Also so that they could bring her up to speed on things.

An hour before arriving, Todd and Rogue headed down to the pod she was being kept in. The orange transluscent film obscured her until the commander entered the waking protocols on the console. The film dropped and she took a long deep breath as the tendrils that had both secured and nurtured her within the pod retracted.

"How do you feel?" Todd asked her

"...As well as can be" she replied after a moment before stepping out. Resting a hand on her commanders shoulder, she took a moment to wake up a bit more. "Have we arrived?"

"Not yet, there's been a development, we will fill you in on our way to the bridge" Todd said.

The queen dropped her hand, composed herself and nodded, "Very well, talk"

The trio started on their way up to the bridge, the elder wraith filling the queen in on what had happened while she'd been hibernation. She didn't like the idea of being fed upon by an iratus bug should something go wrong, but approved of his thinking regardless.

"When do you plan on waking those in hibernation?" She asked, referring to the three insomnia-affected wraith.

"After we land the hive." He said. "This way we can deal with them and know if the hibernation cure worked before flying to the city"

Those three days weren't just awful, they were miserable. With the mood of the commander so dark, everyone seemed to be just a little on edge, Rogue included. It was a lonely time for her and she missed him. This was supposed to have been time for them to spend together before the work at Atlantis and the queen demanded all of his time. She understood why he stayed away, she could practically see the dark cloud hovering over him and the others effected by the insomnia, but that didn't help to ease the pain of being deliberately avoided. It was silly and irrational, but she couldn't help but feel that way.

Her headaches weren't helping any either. They were persistent these days, an ache that ebbed and flowed depending on the time of day and how tired she was herself. Perhaps that was the bright side to having spent so little time with Todd - he'd missed most of her frustration and discomfort, and she hadn't seen the need to bring up the matter when he had so much on his own plate.

And now that they were entering preparations for landing on the planet and visiting Atlantis, she just couldn't bring herself to be excited for it as she had been. Yes, the prospect of seeing Colonel Sheppard and his team was a good one, but they would have little privacy in the city, and she'd already decided to spend much of her time on the mainland so as not to be a bother while Todd and the others worked. There was nothing she could do in the city other than be questioned by Rodney about everything under the sun, so after a few days she would join the crew at the hive and try to make herself useful by staying out of the way.

At least the queen seemed to be doing well after her time in hibernation. Rogue agreed that being fed on by one of those creepy bugs wasn't something she would want to do either, but it was better than the alternative.

"It's usually best to have as much information in hand as possible when dealing with Mr. Woolsey, the man currently in charge of Atlantis," Rogue offered quietly, the first time she'd directly contributed to the discussion. She didn't know if that was something Todd would have briefed the new queen on in their many talks. "He can be quite difficult to deal with, even among the humans."

"So I heard. He's already irritating me and I have yet to meet him" she said. Todd chuckled at that. When they finally reached the bridge she asked, "How long do you think the side effects of the therapy will last?" The initial effects lasted a day with the others. But her body chemistry was different than a male's. They were pretty much going into this blind, and while her tone didn't hint at such, her questions about the gene therapy and what it might do to her suggested she was a little anxious. Maybe even scared. She was a young wraith after all, a queen at that. Her reign could be over before the week was out.

"No telling what might happen exactly" Todd said honestly. "But we worked hard and sacrificed much to get the gene therapy to where it is. The problems are relatively minimal compared to before the changes."

She nodded and turned to the screen. Her commander looked to the helmsman, Kenny, who nodded and brought the hive out of hyperspace. "Hailing Atlantis." the second said, pushing a few buttons on the podium he was at.

There was silence for a long while, and then the screen lit up and a familiar bald head appeared, "Hello Todd."

"Mister Woolsey." Todd acknowledged

"You're cleared to land on the mainland. There will be some strict protocols while you're parked here"

"Such as?"

"No more than yourself, your queen, and one other may be allowed on Atlantis at any one time."

"Why so distrustful?" Todd said, feigning hurt, but expecting such.

"We don't feel there's a need to devote more marines than necessary to your stay."

"Fair enough. Anything else?"

"To avoid detection by any hives in the neighborhood, you're to power down your hive to the bare minimum. No wraith ships may fly without express permission from me. A Puddlejumper flown by one of our people will be used to ferry yourself and your other choice back and forth when needed, though quarters have been set up for you again so that the need for that is kept to a minimum. This...procedure, is going to take time, possibly as long as when we had you if the therapy doesn't take right away."

The commander nodded.

"One final bit." Woolsey said, and this time, he turned his attention to the queen, who seemed a little annoyed that the man had been addressing her commander and not her, but kept quiet, deciding a fight over rank among wraith could wait until she met him face-to-face. "Double cross us in anyway, and your hive will be obliterated."

"So the usual threats?" Todd said with a grin.

Woolsey gave the slightest shrug. "Can you blame us?"

"Something more original would be nice." Todd chuffed. "Any other...new security changes?"

"No. For now I think that will do it. Safe landing to you." and he cut out the feed.

It took a hell of a lot of effort for Rogue to stop herself from grimacing or rolling her eyes at Woolsey's words. He could be such an ass at times. Yes, he might have some justification in his distrust of Todd, but the commander had proven himself trustworthy in Rogue's opinion, at least so far as Atlantis was concerned. At this point in time, there was no good reason for Todd's hive to turn against Atlantis, it would only hurt their chances at coming out on the winning side of this civil war. But Woolsey wasn't the sort to listen to that sort of reasoning, or at least not to act on it, and she honestly couldn't say if Sheppard and his team would be any different.

"He's just as charming as I remember him," Rogue commented quietly, her tone as sour as her opinion of the man. Giving a slight shake of her head, she turned to face the commander and queen. "Who will be the third party going with you to the city?" she asked carefully.

Before the communication with Woolsey, she'd been planning to go to the city herself, but now that they were limited, she didn't want to take the spot if Todd or the queen would have need of someone else during their stay. She wanted them to know that, and so her tone was neutrally curious rather than fearfully hopeful. And just because she was human herself, mostly, she had no preconception of being an exception to the rule in Woolsey's book.

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