Log in

No account? Create an account
21 July 2010 @ 02:20 pm
Sensitivity (1/1)  
Title: Sensitivity
Author: somehowunbroken 
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Evan/David
Word count: 947
Rating/warnings: PG-13/language
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate: Atlantis.
Prompt: Lorne/Author's Choice - In an offworld lab Evan gets infused with a pair of wings.

Sheppard burst out laughing as soon as Evan walked through the gate.

“That… is… priceless,” the man gasped out. “Holy shit, Lorne, what did you touch?”

Evan pointed a finger at Dr. Lansing, who was cowering near the corner of the Gate room. “Get him reassigned,” he growled, brushing past Sheppard and heading to the infirmary. This was not going to be fun. This was already not fun.

Dr. Keller gaped – literally gaped, mouth hanging open in shock – when Evan walked up to her, sat on a bed, and asked, “Can you get them off?”

“Major Lorne,” she said, “you have… wings!”

“I’m quite aware of that, Doc,” Evan replied dryly. “Please tell me you can figure out how to get the damn things off.”

“Um,” she answered. “We’ll have to do – tests. I’m not sure how to – I mean, I’ve ever seen anything-” Her hand was fluttering out and back in, almost-but-never-quite brushing against the large, feathered wings sprouting from Evan’s back, and he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The wings extended about eight inches over his head, and swept gracefully down to the top of his hips. They were covered in soft, tiny white feathers. He couldn’t fly. He’d already tried.

“Just touch them,” he said to the doctor. “They don’t hurt.”

Dr. Keller reached out hesitantly and brushed her hand gently from the tip of one wing to its bottom. Evan shivered. No, that certainly hadn’t hurt at all. In fact…

“So, can you get them off?” he asked, trying to distract Keller, make sure she didn’t do that again. This was embarrassing enough without her figuring out that the wings were apparently some sort of super-sensitive pleasure zone. He shifted and hunched over, at once giving her a better view of the wings and shielding himself from further embarrassment.

He was in the infirmary for six hours before Dr. Keller let him leave. She had run every test she could think of, drawing more blood than Evan knew he possessed and running more scans than she’d be able to analyze in days. She then sent him off, advising that he “try to go about things as normal.”

With a fuck-off huge pair of wings. Normal. Right.

Evan pasted a glare on his face that had been known to melt Marines in their tracks and walked into the mess hall. Three steps later, the only sounds to be heard were made by his feet as he walked steadily towards the food line, studiously ignoring the fact that everyone was staring quite openly. Evan picked food from the line mechanically, not even really looking at what he was getting, and set his tray at the first empty table he came to. He swept the glare around the room and watched with dim satisfaction as most of the gazes dropped. Sheppard grinned and waved from the other side of the room, mouthing something that Evan was glad he couldn’t distinguish.

“I miss all the good trips,” a voice said, and Evan saw David drop a tray across the table from him and sit. “If I had known it was going to be one of those missions, I would have had Katie look after the Velascare irrambosa.”

Evan stuck his fork into his… macaroni, maybe? He frowned at it before taking a bite. Yeah, macaroni. “I think Lansing’s off the team.”

“Good,” David said, digging into his own questionable pasta. “He was bound to screw up sooner or later. I’m just glad you only got wings. He could have killed you.”

Evan considered this. “True, I guess.” He started to relax for the first time since he’d felt the wings sprout from his back. David had that effect on him.

“So, what are you planning to do with the rest of your day?” David asked as they finished off their plates. Evan snorted.

“Doc says I should try to just go about my daily routines,” he said, and David gave a laugh. “However, since I was supposed to do some training this afternoon and I’m pretty sure that’s a bad idea, I’m gonna take the rest of the day off.”

“You’re not very intimidating at the moment,” David agreed, scooping both trays up and walking with Evan towards the exit. “We could dye them black if you want to be more menacing.”

“I just want to get rid of them,” Evan said, then stilled completely as David turned to throw away their garbage. David’s arm brushed gently back and forth across the edge of his wing, a gossamer, barely-there feeling, and Evan let out a strangled sound.

“Stop moving,” he grated out, and David froze. Evan took two careful steps away from the other man.

“I’m sorry,” David said, turning immediately when he felt Evan move away. “I didn’t realize they were painful.”

“They’re not.” Evan was desperately thinking of un-sexy things. Mold. Ants. Changing his nephew’s diapers. It wasn’t helping; the electric current that David had produced by brushing against him was having a quick and noticeable effect.

“Oh,” David said, clearly puzzled. Then, “Oh.” He shifted slightly, blocking Evan from view of the mess hall, and resumed a normal speaking tone. “Well then, Major, if you’re going to spend the afternoon slacking off and watching movies, I’m going to keep you company.”

Evan managed a nod and walked stiffly from the mess hall to the nearest transporter. David climbed in with him. When the doors shut, he reached out and ran a hand from the tip of one wing to its bottom, exactly as Keller had done hours before, and Evan let out a moan.

David chuckled. “Maybe we’ll skip the movie.”

ETA: Look what nanuk_dain  made! It's glaring-at-lunch!wings!Lorne! Thanks so much, dear!
ETA, again: Now with a wing!porn sequel!
saphirablue on July 21st, 2010 06:40 pm (UTC)
I have to admit that I don't like Evan/David but I read the fic for the wings... I have a thing for wings and picturing Evan with white Angel wings: *lol* So great!

Thank you for this fic! :)
Kisomehowunbroken on July 21st, 2010 07:14 pm (UTC)
I had thought originally to make it Evan/John, but I couldn't resist having John just make fun of him for it, so I went with Evan/David :)
clwilson2006clwilson2006 on July 21st, 2010 06:53 pm (UTC)
Wing!fic my utter utter favourite!! Lorne wih wings! whoo-hoo

now I want to know what happens next, wing!porn with my favourite pairing.

Luv U
Kisomehowunbroken on July 21st, 2010 07:15 pm (UTC)
If I had any artistic talent, I would draw Lorne with wings and the death glare from the lunch table. I'd love to see angry!wings!Lorne.

What happens next... hmmm... perhaps :)
Nanuk Dainnanuk_dain on July 27th, 2010 03:46 pm (UTC)
All right, you really got me here. I love this story, and when I read your comment about wanting to have a picture of Evan with his wings and a death glare at the lunch table, I just couldn't get the image out of my mind... So I made it. I draw, too, but I'm more the photo manipulation kind of artist, so I hope that's fine with you. So here's your death-glare-lunch-table-Lorne: http://pics.livejournal.com/nanuk_dain/pic/0003czf4 I'll post it at my Lj later, but I'll make sure to credit you and your great story (btw, I'd love to read the whole sex-with-wings that would have followed... XD). Thank you so much for the inspiration and I hope my wee art pleases you. Keep on the great work!
Kisomehowunbroken on July 27th, 2010 04:32 pm (UTC)

That is just perfect! Sweet mercy, you've just made my day. This is my desktop picture.

Seriously, that's pretty much exactly what I had pictured :) Thank you so much!
Nanuk Dainnanuk_dain on July 27th, 2010 05:08 pm (UTC)
*grins* Yesss, I made your day! I feel so honoured you made the manip your desktop pic! Glad I managed to get it right the way you imagined it. Maybe you just described it so well that I actually had the exact same picture in my mind... Oh, and I don't know if you're interested, but I've made some more manips with Lorne: http://nanuk-dain.livejournal.com/tag/stargate_atlantis
samjohnssonsamjohnsson on July 21st, 2010 10:28 pm (UTC)
Loved it. And would be par for Pegasus. Surprised you had them stop at the waist, though. Any reason he didn't end up with proportional, usable ones?
Kisomehowunbroken on July 22nd, 2010 01:29 am (UTC)
...mostly so he couldn't actually fly, because that makes him just that much more annoyed with them :)

Glad you enjoyed it!
jya_bd_cp_ttgbjya_bd_cp_ttgb on July 21st, 2010 10:35 pm (UTC)
Of course he tried to fly with them. *shakes head*
Kisomehowunbroken on July 22nd, 2010 01:31 am (UTC)
Of course!he did! It was the second thing he did, right after glaring at Dr. Lansing till his brain melted a little.
theeverdreamtheeverdream on July 22nd, 2010 08:34 am (UTC)
Okay so, I think probably Dr. Lansing's brain melted from the force of the glare? But I'm imagining Lorne glaring so darn hard that his own brain just can't handle the stress of trying.
Kisomehowunbroken on July 22nd, 2010 08:42 am (UTC)
...well, I meant the first, but with how angry Evan is... could be either.
EmeraldSnakesemeraldsnakes on July 21st, 2010 11:42 pm (UTC)

So, I was the one to prompt this...and to see it written is awesome. What makes it even more awesome is that *you've* written it. I love your writing. You've had me in love with it since the first fic you posted to sg_flyboys.

Loved the little comment on Evan trying to fly. Very flyboy of him. I also like that you made them sensitive too. I see wing!porn in the future.
Kisomehowunbroken on July 22nd, 2010 01:33 am (UTC)
Well, if he could get the wings to work, that would be one thing he flew that John could never compete with... :)

Glad you liked it, especially since it was your prompt!
calcitrix: amishlornecalcitrix on July 22nd, 2010 02:06 am (UTC)
This made me snort and giggle, because useless wings are hilarious and awesome, and Parrish joking that dying them black would make Lorne more menacing is priceless.

Also pretend I'm shouting "Wing porn! Wing porn!" at you fifty or sixy times.
Kisomehowunbroken on July 22nd, 2010 02:29 am (UTC)
...duly imagined.

theeverdreamtheeverdream on July 22nd, 2010 08:22 am (UTC)

Lorrrrne with wings.

Lorne with really super sensitive wings.

*dies happily*

p.s. I <3 the first three paragraphs a lot.
Kisomehowunbroken on July 22nd, 2010 08:40 am (UTC)
I aim to please :)
spacedogflspacedogfl on July 23rd, 2010 02:52 am (UTC)
Annoyed, flightless Evan...absolutely fantastic! Only John, having been there himself, could feel good about his misery.
Kisomehowunbroken on July 23rd, 2010 03:40 am (UTC)
Absolutely :)
fififolle: Wings - armpitfififolle on August 3rd, 2010 08:26 am (UTC)
Lorne with wings! OMG best thing ever *g*
That's a lovely manip, too ♥ Well done nanuk_dain

With a fuck-off huge pair of wings. Normal. Right.

Ooh, such a yummy little fic, thank you :)
Kisomehowunbroken on August 3rd, 2010 02:46 pm (UTC)
Hehe thanks! There's a sequel on its way... somewhere... I'm working on it, I swear. :)
fififolle: Wingsfififolle on August 3rd, 2010 09:16 pm (UTC)
Ooh, yay!! *puts up deck chair*

Pixie Child: marvel; UncannyXMen v500 - Pixiefai_dust on September 27th, 2010 10:27 pm (UTC)
*gapes* Cool concept and you did it really well, too.
Kisomehowunbroken on September 27th, 2010 10:39 pm (UTC)
:) Thanks!