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All's Fair (Rules of Engagement Remix)

Title: All's Fair (Rules of Engagement Remix)

Author: kageygirl

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Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Pairing: McKay/Sheppard

Rating: PG-13

Summary: "Oh, right, because I'm sure the Wraith are going to observe the rules of engagement."

A/N: Written for Remix Redux III: Reloaded. Leah wrote All's Fair, and this is my take on the same story.

John's body was hard on top of his, muscles tight as he pinned Rodney to the ground in an oh-so-very 10 Million Years B.C. kind of way. He was solid with tension, heavier than he looked, and Rodney was glad that the woven Athosian rug gave him at least some cushioning between his shoulderblades and the dirt floor of the settlement's visitors' hut. The way John stared down at Rodney across the scant space between them was immensely satisfying.

Of course, Rodney could have done without John's manacled hands around his neck, but he hadn't exactly discounted the possibility of that happening, given the circumstances.

"You son of a bitch," John ground out through clenched teeth. His hands twitched on Rodney's neck, the cool links of the chain sliding a little and tickling where they pooled on top of Rodney's shirt. John wasn't cutting off his air, just holding him in place, and Rodney smiled smugly up at him.

He'd won the first round, and it seemed like he might be well on his way to winning this one, too.

"Good afternoon, Major," he said, and if John's eyes widened at his cheerful tone of voice, well, it was hardly his fault if John had expected him to be cowed, or something. Surely he knew Rodney better than that. "Yes, thank you, I'm happy to see you too."

John exhaled harshly though his nose, mouth closed tightly, and Rodney refrained from telling him that grinding his teeth was bad for the enamel. "You bastard. I can't believe you did this, I can't believe you fucking cheated at the fucking war games!"

"Oh, right, because I'm sure the Wraith are going to observe the rules of engagement." Rodney matched John glare for glare. "There's not even the slightest possibility that your team would have to be able to function effectively without its leader, because, seriously, what are the chances that you'd put yourself right on the front lines?"

"It was supposed to be an exercise, Rodney," John said, voice tight. "You had no right to fucking kidnap me before the damn thing even started!"

"And the Wraith have no right to fly here and kill us all, but, oh, look, they seem to have missed the memo." Rodney wrapped his hands around John's wrists, feeling them tremble with John's indignant rage. He spoke more softly, but no less urgently. "This isn't about right and wrong, this is about survival. And we're going to have to do whatever we have to do, aren't we?"

John stared at him, still breathing hard.

Rodney smiled up at him, just a little. "Besides, there was no rule that said I couldn't kidnap you."

John leaned in closer still, though that hardly seemed possible, sliding his hands down to Rodney's shoulders in order to rest his weight on them. "Out of my goddamn bed!"

"Yes, that was particularly embarrassing, wasn't it?" Rodney moved his hands to John's thighs and squeezed them lightly. "The fact that you look indecently good when you're asleep was just an added bonus."

John blinked at him in surprise, then scowled again, though he wasn't entirely convincing. He was clearly losing his grip on his anger. "Don't try to change the subject. I'm still pissed at you."

Rodney raised his eyebrows. "Are you? Or are you simply mad at yourself for not thinking of it first?"

John kept glaring for a moment, then sighed, shaking his head. "Devious bastard," he grumbled.

"It's true, I am," Rodney said, nodding a little. His chin brushed against John's thumbs. "Fortunately for you, I'm on your side." He couldn't help adding, "In the larger sense, I mean, not today, because today my team completely and utterly humiliated your team, and really, Major, you need to train them for such eventualities—"

John made a noise that Rodney would have called a growl if that weren't an absurdly animalistic thing for John to do, and cut him off with a kiss, hard and fast and sloppy.

When John pulled back, Rodney was the one breathing hard, and John grinned in a way that was a little evil, but mostly very, very seductive. "I'm sorry, Rodney. I think you were saying something about needing to think outside the box."

"I was? Yes, of course I was. I—"

John shifted his weight in a way that made Rodney very aware of just how closely their bodies were pressed together. "Because, I don't know if you know this, but I've been known to break the rules a time or two, myself." He slid his hands down Rodney's chest, the chain dragging after them.

"I may have heard something to that effect." He looked up into John's eyes, and saw that yes, behind the sexy, playful attitude, he really had taken Rodney's point seriously. Rodney snagged the chain with his fingers, arresting the creep of John's hands further down his torso. "Of course, when the person making the rules is also the person in possession of the key to your restraints, the person breaking the rules might want to consider the consequences of his actions."

John stopped suddenly, though Rodney didn't miss the flicker of interest in his eyes. "You wouldn't."

"Be tragically unable to find the key? No, I wouldn't." He smiled up at John, and it possibly came out a little wicked. "I'm sure it will turn up after you pay your forfeit for losing the war games. Which I think would be a lot more comfortable back in Atlantis, wouldn't you agree?"

John narrowed his eyes at Rodney, but he stood up and helped Rodney to his feet, the chain clinking merrily. "I'm gonna remember this."

"Good." Rodney tugged lightly at the chain, and John grimaced, but followed him out the door. "I expect you to present more of a challenge next time."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to disappoint you, Rodney," John said in a low voice. Rodney looked over to see that, although John was keeping pace with him obediently, he was giving Rodney a wolfish grin. And there was a hungry look in his eyes.

Rodney smiled back, but he looked away before he did something incredibly embarrassing, like stumbling over his own feet. Or molesting John against one of the Athosian huts.

He wasn't the only devious bastard here, not by a long shot. Because John giving him that look, in a public place?

Most emphatically qualified as cheating.