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kathierif_ficTitle: Of Morons And Idiots
Author: Kathie
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: FRM
Pairing: Rodney McKay/Radek Zelenka
Word Count: 911 words
Summary: Rodney enjoys humiliating people in public…maybe a bit too much.
Author’s Notes: A little writing experiment. Set during season one of SGA. Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kink_bingo challenge, prompt: 012. Humiliation (public).
~*~*~
For Rodney McKay, there had never been anything more satisfying than being right and to let everybody around him know about it. Even as a kid, there had been nothing that gave him this exhilarating sense of triumph, of a fast beating heart and sweaty palms, like this: being right and telling other people around it; preferably people who were considered smarter than him and experts on their areas of expertise.
As he grew older, this particular habit only grew, at the same rate as his awareness of how much smarter than everybody else he really was. By the time he was fifteen, he’d been able to make grown men cry with words alone, and he was proud of it.
It was such a rush every time, Rodney had, at that point, considered it to be at least as great as having an orgasm, without the mess to clean up or explain afterwards.
“Idiot!”
The addition of swearwords and insults made the experience only so much sweeter, and Rodney cherished every syllable like a piece of dark, expensive chocolate, letting it melt in his mouth and keeping it there before spitting the words out, and letting it, for at least a second, fill every little corner of his consciousness.
By the time he was twenty-five, he knew that he enjoyed this at least as much as sex, if not more.
Being the smartest man in not only Atlantis, but in two whole galaxies, gave him a whole lab of smart, intelligent scientists to work with, and the fact that they all reported to Rodney added an extra edge to his enjoyment of this. He could single out one member of the scientific contingent of the expedition and rightfully humiliate them in public. He also could do it with the military, of course, but most of them he considered too dumb to understand his carefully constructed insults and jabs, and if they did, they could do serious bodily harm to him, so he tried to curb the urge to do it a little, unless he was in a situation of stress, at which point, he didn’t care about things like the feelings of the people anymore.
They had to deal with him or die a horrible death.
It didn’t mean that he didn’t care for these people, because he did. He cared for the members of the Atlantis expedition almost more than for his own family, and even if they were idiots they still were his idiots and it was his responsibility that they didn’t electrocute themselves with the Ancients’ equivalent of a toaster.
No.
The fact that he cared so much for these people only made him enjoy the experience so much more.
Of course, there was a difference between humiliating people for his own enjoyment and acting quickly to prevent something bad from happening while yelling and spluttering about their idiocy, and Rodney was careful to pick the right moment for his little hobby, even if it didn’t appear like that to an outsider.
To everyone else, it seemed as if Rodney just had a very abrasive personality.
It suited him just fine.
He was a master at this game.
Every verbal blow he gave was like a strong fist, a fist that hit the most sensitive areas of his victim and at the same time, like a strong fist wrapped around his cock and teasingly stroking it.
“You moron! What did you do?”
The words were spoken with all the disgust he could muster while his fingers, already slippery with sweat, clenched around the tablet computer he held pressed to his lower stomach, hiding the growing bulge in his khaki pants. Of course, he’d quickly determined that they didn’t all die a horrible death and that the faux-pas really was just a minor complication before starting on his tirade, and he bit the inside of his mouth lightly - not enough to really hurt, but enough to remind him that he needed to stop, unless he wanted the sticky and uncomfortable sensation of coming in his pants, not to mention the embarrassment of the whole lab witnessing it. Every word he said now was like a pleasurable jolt through his entire body, making his toes curl in his shoes and his cock throb with arousal.
It was, he thought, at least as enjoyable as sex.
“Now go,” he said, “And let me fix your mess!”
He almost groaned at the expression on the other man’s face, who was staring at Rodney with wide, wild eyes and his hair dishevelled before turning around, muttering something under his breath and leaving the lab, pretending not to notice how everybody around him averted their eyes from him.
Rodney smirked in triumph. He’d picked the perfect moment – a lot of the scientists had witnessed this moment of humiliation.
He quickly followed the other scientist out, intent on finding some privacy to have a hand wrapped around his dick and finish this experience the best possible way.
Yes, Rodney enjoyed humiliating other people in public.
It was just his luck, he thought with a crooked smile when he caught up with a still flushed Radek and pulled him into an empty room, one of his hands still holding the computer pressed against his front while the other was already impatiently tugging at Radek’s shirt, that he’d found someone here who enjoyed being yelled at and humiliated almost as much as Rodney enjoyed the yelling…
~End.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: FRM
Pairing: Rodney McKay/Radek Zelenka
Word Count: 911 words
Summary: Rodney enjoys humiliating people in public…maybe a bit too much.
Author’s Notes: A little writing experiment. Set during season one of SGA. Written for the
kink_bingo challenge, prompt: 012. Humiliation (public).~*~*~
For Rodney McKay, there had never been anything more satisfying than being right and to let everybody around him know about it. Even as a kid, there had been nothing that gave him this exhilarating sense of triumph, of a fast beating heart and sweaty palms, like this: being right and telling other people around it; preferably people who were considered smarter than him and experts on their areas of expertise.
As he grew older, this particular habit only grew, at the same rate as his awareness of how much smarter than everybody else he really was. By the time he was fifteen, he’d been able to make grown men cry with words alone, and he was proud of it.
It was such a rush every time, Rodney had, at that point, considered it to be at least as great as having an orgasm, without the mess to clean up or explain afterwards.
“Idiot!”
The addition of swearwords and insults made the experience only so much sweeter, and Rodney cherished every syllable like a piece of dark, expensive chocolate, letting it melt in his mouth and keeping it there before spitting the words out, and letting it, for at least a second, fill every little corner of his consciousness.
By the time he was twenty-five, he knew that he enjoyed this at least as much as sex, if not more.
Being the smartest man in not only Atlantis, but in two whole galaxies, gave him a whole lab of smart, intelligent scientists to work with, and the fact that they all reported to Rodney added an extra edge to his enjoyment of this. He could single out one member of the scientific contingent of the expedition and rightfully humiliate them in public. He also could do it with the military, of course, but most of them he considered too dumb to understand his carefully constructed insults and jabs, and if they did, they could do serious bodily harm to him, so he tried to curb the urge to do it a little, unless he was in a situation of stress, at which point, he didn’t care about things like the feelings of the people anymore.
They had to deal with him or die a horrible death.
It didn’t mean that he didn’t care for these people, because he did. He cared for the members of the Atlantis expedition almost more than for his own family, and even if they were idiots they still were his idiots and it was his responsibility that they didn’t electrocute themselves with the Ancients’ equivalent of a toaster.
No.
The fact that he cared so much for these people only made him enjoy the experience so much more.
Of course, there was a difference between humiliating people for his own enjoyment and acting quickly to prevent something bad from happening while yelling and spluttering about their idiocy, and Rodney was careful to pick the right moment for his little hobby, even if it didn’t appear like that to an outsider.
To everyone else, it seemed as if Rodney just had a very abrasive personality.
It suited him just fine.
He was a master at this game.
Every verbal blow he gave was like a strong fist, a fist that hit the most sensitive areas of his victim and at the same time, like a strong fist wrapped around his cock and teasingly stroking it.
“You moron! What did you do?”
The words were spoken with all the disgust he could muster while his fingers, already slippery with sweat, clenched around the tablet computer he held pressed to his lower stomach, hiding the growing bulge in his khaki pants. Of course, he’d quickly determined that they didn’t all die a horrible death and that the faux-pas really was just a minor complication before starting on his tirade, and he bit the inside of his mouth lightly - not enough to really hurt, but enough to remind him that he needed to stop, unless he wanted the sticky and uncomfortable sensation of coming in his pants, not to mention the embarrassment of the whole lab witnessing it. Every word he said now was like a pleasurable jolt through his entire body, making his toes curl in his shoes and his cock throb with arousal.
It was, he thought, at least as enjoyable as sex.
“Now go,” he said, “And let me fix your mess!”
He almost groaned at the expression on the other man’s face, who was staring at Rodney with wide, wild eyes and his hair dishevelled before turning around, muttering something under his breath and leaving the lab, pretending not to notice how everybody around him averted their eyes from him.
Rodney smirked in triumph. He’d picked the perfect moment – a lot of the scientists had witnessed this moment of humiliation.
He quickly followed the other scientist out, intent on finding some privacy to have a hand wrapped around his dick and finish this experience the best possible way.
Yes, Rodney enjoyed humiliating other people in public.
It was just his luck, he thought with a crooked smile when he caught up with a still flushed Radek and pulled him into an empty room, one of his hands still holding the computer pressed against his front while the other was already impatiently tugging at Radek’s shirt, that he’d found someone here who enjoyed being yelled at and humiliated almost as much as Rodney enjoyed the yelling…
~End.