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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural, Stargate_Atlantis
  Relationship:
      Ronon_Dex/Dean_Winchester, Ronon_Dex/Melena
  Character:
      Ronon_Dex, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Fusion, Jealousy, Rivalry, Emotional_Hurt, Undecided
      Relationship(s), Secret_Relationship, Infidelity
  Series:
      Part 6 of Sateda_Dean
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-07-28 Words: 387
****** Here on the Floor (Where You Left Me) ******
by poisontaster
Summary
     Shortly before the culling of Sateda.
Dean won't look at him, but he lets Ronon manhandle him on the bed and spread
him out. Ronon presses his mouth feverishly down the line of Dean's spine,
kiss-biting each sharp knob of his vertebrae. Dean shivers, fists wound in the
sheets.
He missed this, he missed this so much.
Dean's been silent too, but he cries out when Ronon eases the slick inside him,
sharp and unwilling, even as his body eases back onto Ronon's fingers. He's
tight; Ronon can't imagine that any man's been in Dean since him and though
that doesn't necessarily mean Dean's been waiting on him, that realization
flushes through him, heating his bones and tightening his cock.
Ronon takes his time with Dean, pressing his apologies in through Dean's skin,
feeling him become looser and more pliant. But he keeps his face turned into
the pillow, stubbornly silent.
Finally, stomach leaden despite the plucked wire tautness of his arousal, Ronon
eases his fingers free and settles back on his heels. "Dean—"
Dean reaches for him without looking, fingertips brushing Ronon's thigh. "Just
do it."
The touch makes him hiss, desire and worry an uneasy mix like two different
liquors in his gut. "Dean—"
"Just do it," Dean repeats, the edge in his voice clear even though muffled.
Ronon bites the inside of his mouth, drawing blood, but he obeys, moving to
cover Dean's body with his own. Dean sighs when Ronon eases into him; a deep,
body-shuddering sigh that ends in a taut stretch of Dean's spine, thrusting,
pushing back, taking Ronon deep and then deeper. "Ronon…" Dean breathes
unsteadily.
Ronon's hands skim across Dean's skin, seeking, starving. "Here. I'm here."
Dean's head is dropped on his neck; Ronon can't see his expression but he
doesn't have to, to hear the jaggedness when Dean says, "You left me. You
left."
It's true; he did. And he can't really explain that to Dean, any more than he
can explain why he's back, when he really does love Melena. It's greedy,
selfish. He wants them both. He loves them both. And he knows that makes him
weak, the antithesis of all he's tried to be. But it's not Dean's fault. So he
says the only think he can, sliding out and then stroking in, "I know. But I'm
here now. I'm here."
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