Possession, Part 2
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brainofckTitle: Possession, Part 2 (of 4?)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Goa'uld/Jack O'Neill
Rating: NC-17
Summary: SG-1's luck finally runs out. The ultimate mission failure. A month of possession.
Content/warnings: Stargate. Yes. "Stargate" is a warning. *snickers* Also, non-con. Also, presumes familiarity with the Stargate SG-1 universe.
Spoilers: It's almost impossible to write canon without a few spoilers. Very minor.
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.muck_a_luck and brainofck
Blame: Blame on this one allllllllll goes tococoajava for poking the Stargate part of my brain with a huge pointy stick.
For my loyal![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rugbytacklers, I have done a Stargate crash course located here.
Part 1
"Yeah, well. Try kissing me again, and I'll bite you."
Bite you?! He felt like an idiot. He should have fought for real when he had the chance. Biting just sounded like rough foreplay. He flexed his wrists experimentally, but Daniel suspected that he couldn't have gotten loose from Jack from this position, much less a goa'uld. Well, couldn't hurt to give it a try. He gave a forceful twist and jerk of arms, shoulders and hips.
Mistake. The goa'uld just leered back down at him, and responded with his own shift of hips. Jack kissing him was bad enough. Jack humping him was infinitely worse.
"You wouldn't bite Jack."
"Have you checked with Jack on that?" Daniel snapped back. "What does he think?"
The goa'uld paused momentarily, and Jack's forehead wrinkled the way it did when he was confused. Whatever internal dialog the goa'uld had with his host startled him. Jack's eyes flared gold, and the goa'uld lost his control over Jack's voice. His laughter reverberated with the parasite's growling distortions.
"Jack says he wouldn't put it past the little bastard," the goa'uld chortled to himself. Still laughing he stood swiftly, drawing Daniel up after him by the wrists, and yanking him hard, jerking his right arm up tight behind his back. The goa'uld urged him forward, away from the table toward the sitting area across the room.
Oh. Not good.
"While you're chatting with Jack, you should ask him what I'm going to think of holding hands with a goa'uld on the couch," he said, trying to sound angry, not panicked.
The goa'uld just laughed again and gently but firmly forced him face down into the cushions.
"I followed Jack's advice about not wearing a hand device to dinner with you," the goa'uld murmured in his ear. Jack's voice was back. The brush of lips against his ear made Daniel shiver. "But I brought along a few other toys I thought we might find helpful."
The bindings were silken soft. He could hardly feel them. But they were strong. When he pulled against them, his arms wouldn't move. There was no feeling of restraint at all. Just immobility.
Daniel struggled to sit, and felt better with both feet on the floor.
The goa'uld was pacing, quick and irritated. Daniel had seen that so many times before. Jack, annoyed and frustrated, often enough by Daniel himself.
"You're not gonna make this easy, are you?" Yup. Frustrated Jack. Daniel was much more comfortable with frustrated Jack than amorous Jack. Back on familiar territory, Daniel was ready to breathe a sigh of relief.
Then the goa'uld pounced.
"Please don't make this difficult," the goa'uld growled. He found a grip on Daniel's hair and tipped his head, exposing Daniel's jugular.
"And if you don't bite, we won't."
The touch of Jack's lips was soft. Not at all what Daniel was expecting. Not Jack, the goa'uld, he reminded himself.
The goa'uld said "we."
How much of this was really Jack?
"I think somehow you've gotten the wrong idea about me and Jack," Daniel said, pleased his voice sounded calm an even. His heart was pounding, and he felt like he was having trouble catching his breath.
Jack chuckled, little puffs of breath against the now-damp skin of his neck making Daniel shiver. Jack lightly set his teeth to flesh. The second shiver was stronger.
"You have no idea how many times the only thing that kept Jack from bending you over your own desk and giving you a good seeing to was that damned security camera." The goa'uld or Jack or whoever he or they or… It was too confusing, and Daniel was too distracted to sort it though. At the moment it was somehow easier to think "Jack" than "goa'uld, and he wasn't sure he was happy about that.
So…Jack had pushed Daniel's over shirt off his shoulder and was tugging at the neck of his t-shirt. The caress of light stubble against sensitive skin was almost unbearable. Daniel clenched his jaw against a moan, but the gentle rough soft touches were causing embarrassing and unexpected reactions. Not just shivers. Twitches now. Jack was sucking softly, and Daniel was getting lost in the moment.
Then Jack was pushing him down onto his back, and Daniel remembered that this was a very bad idea.
He struggled some, but Jack just laughed at him, and tugged him by the hair hard enough to tip Daniel's head back. Jack's tongue moved to the hollow of Daniel's neck, then up over and around his Adam's apple and up the underside of his chin, to slip messily over his mouth. The kiss was wet and deep.
Daniel didn't bite.
Possession, Part 3
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: Daniel Jackson/Goa'uld/Jack O'Neill
Rating: NC-17
Summary: SG-1's luck finally runs out. The ultimate mission failure. A month of possession.
Content/warnings: Stargate. Yes. "Stargate" is a warning. *snickers* Also, non-con. Also, presumes familiarity with the Stargate SG-1 universe.
Spoilers: It's almost impossible to write canon without a few spoilers. Very minor.
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
muck_a_luck and brainofckBlame: Blame on this one allllllllll goes to
cocoajava for poking the Stargate part of my brain with a huge pointy stick. For my loyal
rugbytacklers, I have done a Stargate crash course located here.Part 1
"Yeah, well. Try kissing me again, and I'll bite you."
Bite you?! He felt like an idiot. He should have fought for real when he had the chance. Biting just sounded like rough foreplay. He flexed his wrists experimentally, but Daniel suspected that he couldn't have gotten loose from Jack from this position, much less a goa'uld. Well, couldn't hurt to give it a try. He gave a forceful twist and jerk of arms, shoulders and hips.
Mistake. The goa'uld just leered back down at him, and responded with his own shift of hips. Jack kissing him was bad enough. Jack humping him was infinitely worse.
"You wouldn't bite Jack."
"Have you checked with Jack on that?" Daniel snapped back. "What does he think?"
The goa'uld paused momentarily, and Jack's forehead wrinkled the way it did when he was confused. Whatever internal dialog the goa'uld had with his host startled him. Jack's eyes flared gold, and the goa'uld lost his control over Jack's voice. His laughter reverberated with the parasite's growling distortions.
"Jack says he wouldn't put it past the little bastard," the goa'uld chortled to himself. Still laughing he stood swiftly, drawing Daniel up after him by the wrists, and yanking him hard, jerking his right arm up tight behind his back. The goa'uld urged him forward, away from the table toward the sitting area across the room.
Oh. Not good.
"While you're chatting with Jack, you should ask him what I'm going to think of holding hands with a goa'uld on the couch," he said, trying to sound angry, not panicked.
The goa'uld just laughed again and gently but firmly forced him face down into the cushions.
"I followed Jack's advice about not wearing a hand device to dinner with you," the goa'uld murmured in his ear. Jack's voice was back. The brush of lips against his ear made Daniel shiver. "But I brought along a few other toys I thought we might find helpful."
The bindings were silken soft. He could hardly feel them. But they were strong. When he pulled against them, his arms wouldn't move. There was no feeling of restraint at all. Just immobility.
Daniel struggled to sit, and felt better with both feet on the floor.
The goa'uld was pacing, quick and irritated. Daniel had seen that so many times before. Jack, annoyed and frustrated, often enough by Daniel himself.
"You're not gonna make this easy, are you?" Yup. Frustrated Jack. Daniel was much more comfortable with frustrated Jack than amorous Jack. Back on familiar territory, Daniel was ready to breathe a sigh of relief.
Then the goa'uld pounced.
"Please don't make this difficult," the goa'uld growled. He found a grip on Daniel's hair and tipped his head, exposing Daniel's jugular.
"And if you don't bite, we won't."
The touch of Jack's lips was soft. Not at all what Daniel was expecting. Not Jack, the goa'uld, he reminded himself.
The goa'uld said "we."
How much of this was really Jack?
"I think somehow you've gotten the wrong idea about me and Jack," Daniel said, pleased his voice sounded calm an even. His heart was pounding, and he felt like he was having trouble catching his breath.
Jack chuckled, little puffs of breath against the now-damp skin of his neck making Daniel shiver. Jack lightly set his teeth to flesh. The second shiver was stronger.
"You have no idea how many times the only thing that kept Jack from bending you over your own desk and giving you a good seeing to was that damned security camera." The goa'uld or Jack or whoever he or they or… It was too confusing, and Daniel was too distracted to sort it though. At the moment it was somehow easier to think "Jack" than "goa'uld, and he wasn't sure he was happy about that.
So…Jack had pushed Daniel's over shirt off his shoulder and was tugging at the neck of his t-shirt. The caress of light stubble against sensitive skin was almost unbearable. Daniel clenched his jaw against a moan, but the gentle rough soft touches were causing embarrassing and unexpected reactions. Not just shivers. Twitches now. Jack was sucking softly, and Daniel was getting lost in the moment.
Then Jack was pushing him down onto his back, and Daniel remembered that this was a very bad idea.
He struggled some, but Jack just laughed at him, and tugged him by the hair hard enough to tip Daniel's head back. Jack's tongue moved to the hollow of Daniel's neck, then up over and around his Adam's apple and up the underside of his chin, to slip messily over his mouth. The kiss was wet and deep.
Daniel didn't bite.
Possession, Part 3
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
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Date: 2005-07-10 01:35 pm (UTC)There, now that that's taken care of, you can keep on writing *g*
RL...
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Date: 2005-07-10 03:58 pm (UTC)This is so freaking hot!! Dammit, I do not need another fandom! *clings by fingernails* *gives in*
No kidding
Date: 2005-07-10 05:06 pm (UTC)Re: No kidding
Date: 2005-07-11 12:46 pm (UTC)Welcome to the madness, Rae!
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Date: 2005-07-10 04:40 pm (UTC)Ha!
Date: 2005-07-10 05:05 pm (UTC)Re: Ha!
Date: 2005-07-10 07:51 pm (UTC)Ihaveaconfessiontomake.
When Dark Muse first posted, I got a chapter and a quarter in before I stopped reading. Non-con and rape are major squicks of mine, particularly in RPS. In spite of the clear warnings for Dark Muse, I tried to read it anyways and couldn't. No fault of the story, it just wasn't my thing.
Then you posted the Yoga Story, and there was much hotness, all those bendy men. Yummy.
Since I enjoyed that story so much, I decided to go back and give Dark Muse a second try. This time I enjoyed the first couple of chapters, in a hot and creepy sort of way. Then I got to the last half of the story and all I can say is guh! so hot!
I'm so glad I stuck it out.
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Date: 2005-07-11 12:48 pm (UTC)Mushrooms, anyone?Seriously. What others said. So freakin' hot! Keep it going!
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