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Making You Better	By : ChibiAyane Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Stargate Atlantis Views: 1240 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Stargate or its characters. This story is for fun only.

Chapter List
- 1-Taken
- 2-Changed
- 3-Violated
- 4-Cooperation
- 5-Abuse
- 6-Hope
- 7-Rescue
- 8-News
- 9-Past
- 10-Talk
- 11-Attempt
- 12-Assault
- 13-Exam
- 14-Home
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- 4
Making You Better Chapter 3

John was awoken by fire. The intense burning coursing through his body and wrapping around his mind until knew nothing but the flames that seemed to flare from his belly. He heard someone screaming, only to realize it was he who was screaming in agony. He writhed in his chains, only mildly aware of the hands trying to hold him down. The flames were never-ending and he couldn't get away from them.

He felt a poke in the side of his neck and was swallowed by darkness once more.

John awoke again, feeling like his head was stuffed with cotton. His belly burned still, but nowhere near like it had before.

He turned his head and looked around dazedly. He saw Michael hunched over a work station.

“What did you do to me?” John groaned, voice scratchy and sore from screaming.

Michael turned around so fast, John was amazed he didn't fall over. The hybrid came over and caressed John's cheeks with both hands.

“How do you feel?” Michael asked eagerly.

“Like I just got hit by a truck,” John answered, then frowned. “You don't even know what a truck is.”

Michael hummed, observing John's face for a few moments. One of his hands trailed down from John's face. “The most difficult and important part of your transformation is complete,” he said, the hand that was moving down came to a stop over John's abdomen, just above his groin where there was still a shadow of the same burning that had engulfed him earlier.

“No,” John said slowly. “No!”

“Yes,” Michael said with a broad smile. “Your change is coming along nicely.” Michael's hand rubbed John's belly gently. “You should see yourself. The visible changes are remarkable. You're beautiful, John.”

“Go jump through a space 'Gate!” John said softly, the fight taken out of him by his transformation. He would've spat it out with more venom, but he was too tired for that.

Michael snorted quietly, still studying John's rapt interest. “It won't be long now,” he said. “On the bright side, I can tell you for sure, now, that you won't be laying any eggs.”

John glared at Michael hard.

“You will bear children the way any human female would,” the hybrid continued with a sense of glee. “I can't wait to see you with a swollen belly.”

“Never gonna happen,” John growled.

“Oh, it will,” Michael countered before turning away. “You'll be interested to know that your friends are searching for you frantically. They've even enlisted the help of the Genii and they've contacted the wraith who cooperates with you. What do you call him? Todd?”

He turned back toward John. “They're not even close to finding you. You're not on any planet the Atlantians have ever ventured to. The Wraith avoid this planet because it is uninhabited. The Genii do not know of it for the same reason. There is but one Ancient outpost here that we are currently in, but I don't foresee any of them even giving a planet like this a second thought.”

John ground his teeth. “You son of a bitch,” he hissed, tears pricking his eyes again, even as he seethed with rage.

Michael moved to hold John's face in his hands again. “No need to fret. You're safe with me.”

“We have very different concepts of what 'safe' means,” John hissed.

“You will want for nothing, John,” Michael tried to reassure. “You will have hybrids begging to take orders from you and humans who will worship the ground you walk on. You will have a devoted mate, with whom you will have many children.”

“I don't want any of that!” John spat.

“You will,” the hybrid countered.

“God, why are you doing this to me?” John groaned.

“Isn't it obvious?” Michael asked with a frown.

“No,” John said. “You never quite answered that question!”

Michael simply sighed, though he looked uncomfortable with the subject. “You'll figure it out.”

He leaned in and stole a kiss from John. It was a quick one, as John almost bit him.

"I can't wait for when you'll want to kiss me back," Michael sighed, pulling away.

“Keep dreaming!” John ground out, yanking on his chains again.

Michael turned away and retrieved something from a side table. It turned out to be another injected, which he administered despite John's protests.

“That should be the last one,” the mad scientist announced.

“I'm gonna kill you,” John growled.

"You'll never be able to go home," Michael said. "They'll never trust you again. I should find a mirror so you can see the changes. Change enough that you don't look entirely human anymore, John."

John closed his eyes, his mind calling all kinds of nightmare scenarios forward. He tugged on his chains, somewhat feebly.

“Just let me go,” he begged softly.

“No!” Michael snapped. “And don't ask that again!” The wraith-human hybrid sounded angrier than John had ever heard him. “You will come to care for me the way I do for you! I promise you that!”

John's eyes shot open and he glared daggers at Michael. “You don't tell me who I do and do not care for. I feel guilty for what we did to you, but I will never feel anything more than that for you.”

John's head snapped to the side when Michael suddenly slapped him so hard that he tasted blood. The room went quiet, Michael froze in shock for what he'd just done. John spit blood to the side, not at all fazed by the harsh treatment. He'd expected it.

“I'm sorry,” Michael whispered, still frozen in place. “I... I didn't mean to do that.”

“Oh, shut up,” John drawled. “It was going to happen sooner or later. Keeping me here against my will, locked in chains. The abuse was going to happen, whether you planned it or not.”

Michael stared at John blankly. The hybrid gulped quietly, then turned and walked out of the room. John glared at his back as he left, his mind weighing heavily on his situation.

Hours later, John was studying the parts of himself that he could see when he looked down. His arms were almost hairless now, the skin pale as death with a slight green tinge to it. His fingernails were longer and tougher and looked as though they'd been painted a gunmetal gray. He had one of those weird exoskeleton bone-like protrusions on his middle finger on either hand.

It was all too wraith-like. He was terrified to find out what his face looked like. So, of course, that's when Michael walked in, carrying an old hand-mirror. He didn't want to think about where he'd gotten it.

John watched him carefully, as Michael stood beside him and studied John's face silently.

“Would you care to see how beautiful you've become?” Michael asked, smirking.

“Not really,” John replied. “I'd like to know how to change back into the normal human I was before.”

“There is no going back,” Michael growled, setting the mirror aside. “You have no choice but to be what I have made you. You're mine now!”

“That's all this is, isn't it?!” John shouted. “Taking me out of the game. Making me your pawn instead of theirs!”

“You will never be a pawn, John Sheppard,” Michael said, his hand coming up to caress John's face. “You're going to be my queen.”

“Why?!” John snapped.

“Because I love you!” Michael snapped back, shocking himself. He froze for a moment, then brought both hands to John's face and smashed their lips together again.

John bit Michael's lip, but it didn't faze the obsessed hybrid. If anything, it just spurred him on. Michael moaned, his tongue making a bloody home for itself in John's mouth. John tried to turn his face away, but Michael's mouth was practically glued in place.

Suddenly, Michael's hands began tearing at John's clothes, ripping away his shirt completely. When his hands found John's belt and the placket of his pants, John started pulling frantically on his restraints. Michael seemed to ignore his distress.

The hybrid's hand found a grip on John's cock, the former human was relieved that he still had one. That didn't mean that he wanted Michael touching it.

Michael's lips trailed down John's jaw and neck. His teeth nipped at John's neck, licking at the taut tendon leading back up to his jaw.

“You taste amazing,” Michael panted, his voice tight with arousal.

“Get your damn hands off me!” John shouted. “Michael!”

The hybrid seemed to ignore his plea, continuing his exploration of John's body. He pulled back and John could see his pupil blown wide. Michael moved to undo the chains holding John's ankles down, then proceeded to pull at John's pants. He seemed deaf to John's shouts.

“No!” John gasped. “Stop!”

Michael tossed John's pants aside, along with his boots. He climbed up onto the table, forcing John's legs apart. John tried to kick him, to struggle as much as he possibly could, but Michael was much stronger than him.

“Don't do this!” John begged loudly, pulling violently on the chains holding his wrists to the table.

“You're making me do this,” Michael panted. “I need to prove to you that this is a good thing. Convince you that you're meant to be my mate. If you weren't, it wouldn't have been so easy to make you better.”

“This isn't better!” John growled, thrashing around.

Michael let his weight force him still. John could feel Michael's erection poking against his exposed and drastically changed body. Distantly, John realized he still had a penis and testicles, and most likely a prostate.

But there was also a new orifice, and Michael wasted no time to push his fingers into it. John froze up in shock and discomfort. The sensation was strange and something he never even dreamed he'd ever feel.

Michael really was going to make him have their children. Why was this happening to him?

The hybrid used his other hand to free his straining cock, making John's blood freeze in his veins.

This could not be happening!

“Michael, don't!” John yelled, but the hybrid seemed to be out of his mind with lust. “It's just the pheromones. You said so earlier. You don't want to do this!”

“Oh, but I do,” Michael gasped, stroking himself and rubbing his precum up and down his shaft. His other hand still playing with the newly formed opening in John's body.

“Michael!” John begged, trying desperately not to lose his mind in sheer terror. “Please don't!”

“I have to,” Michael groaned, laying himself out over John's body, forcing his mate to spread his legs further.

John could feel the head of Michael's cock pressing into the freakish new orifice. The Colonel began a mantra of 'no no no' again, while tears leaked from his eyes.

“You're so beautiful,” Michael whispered, as he pushed inside.

He breached John's body, violating a space he'd never thought he'd have.

John grit his teeth, holding in his breath as he was overtaken by pain. He didn't just grow girl parts, he grew virgin girl parts. He felt like he wanted to vomit, especially when Michael bottomed out and moaned into John's ear.

“Finally,” Michael gasped.

One hand grabbed the back of John's neck and forced him into another kiss, as he started bucking and grinding his hips slowly. He didn't want to rush. He wanted this first coupling to be as special as possible. It was already happening on a spur of the moment, he didn't want to devalue it by rushing.

Michael ground into John slowly, lips still sealed over his mate's. He groaned with every thrust, swallowing the whimpers John couldn't choke back.

John gave up on biting Michael's lips and tongue. He clenched his fists so tight his bones creaked. He was not enjoying this in the slightest. Now he understood why women had a harder time finishing than men did. It hurt!

John's obvious discomfort was not enough to stop Michael from picking up the pace until he was pounding into John's body faster and harder. At one point, John let a sob slip through his teeth but Michael took it as a sound of pleasure.

“Yes, that's it! Open up for me!” Michael said once he'd released John's mouth. He groaned and looked into John's eyes with almost crazed eyes of his own. Michael wracked John's body with every thrust.

John closed his eyes, wishing for this to end. But Michael's thrusts became even more painful as he moved faster still. The table was creaking from the violent motions.

It seemed like this was going to go on forever when John felt a warmth filling his insides as Michael gave a loud groan before he bit down on John's shoulder as a lay of claim.

Then everything stopped.

The only sound was their panting. Michael licked at the mark he'd left on John's body, lazily licking up the small amount of blood. He moved his lips up, kissing John's jaw and cheek, as the soldier lay listless under him. He brought his mouth up to John's ear and nuzzled into his hair.

“Now you truly are mine,” he said into John's ear. “My mate. You don't belong anywhere but with me.” John said nothing, just stared off into the distance. Michael watched John's face closely.

“I'll let you come to terms with your new reality in your own time,” Michael said. “Just as long as you know that you will never be going back to Atlantis. Or Earth for that matter.”

John's eyes finally found Michael's. “Go fuck yourself,” he said softly. He was still listless for the most part, only his eyes showed his fury.

Michael finally pulled out of John, the feeling of semen leaking out was immediate. “I'd rather not,” the hybrid answered with a smirk. He looked John in the eye. “They will never accept you back there.”

“Humans aren't like wraith,” John said. “They know me, and they know I'd never hurt them. My friends will find me, and I will go home.”

“Your confidence in them is nauseating,” Michael commented, finally adjusting his clothing back into place.

He picked up the hand-mirror and held it in front of John's face. John got his first look at what Michael turned him into. It wasn't as bad as John's over-active imagination had come up with.

His skin was the same on his face as it was on his arms and hands. He had vague impressions of the wraith nasal slits, his hair had gone salt and pepper gray. His eyes were the same hazel they'd always been but his pupils were slitted now.

He still looked like himself, but he was just different enough that he didn't look human anymore.

“You don't belong with them anymore,” Michael said.

To be continued.
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