Possession, Part 3
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brainofckTitle: Possession, Part 3 (of ?)
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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
Part 2
It was shockingly easy to give in to the illusion of Jack. Daniel would wonder why that was later.
For now, Jack was holding him hard by the hair, though not really for control anymore. Daniel had clearly surrendered. He seemed to want the perfect angle for kissing him breathless. When Jack finally broke off the kiss, Daniel swallowed hard and opened his eyes.
There was Jack, perched above him, looking like he hardy knew what to do next. Catching Daniel watching him, he had the grace to blush.
When he reached out and gently took Daniel's glasses away, Daniel didn't argue.
The brief pause seemed to be all Jack needed to regroup. His fingers found the hem of Daniel's shirt and pushed it up as far as his bound arms would allow. Then Daniel was drowning in an onslaught of kissing and licking and gentle bites.
Jack attacked a nipple, alternately sucking and licking with a broad, flat tongue. When he had Daniel arching into it, begging for it, Jack stopped and took sensitive flesh very carefully between his teeth. Daniel whimpered as Jack bit, so, so lightly, licking behind his teeth, until Daniel heard himself whispering little words of pleasure that he really shouldn't be saying to his unit commander. Or his best friend. Or the goa'uld who had captured his team and snaked Jack.
Jack groaned in response.
He moved on eventually, following a wandering line across Daniel's chest, then lower, back across his abdomen, pushing down the waist of his pants to find the perfect spot high on Daniel's hip, then he settled in to licking and sucking again.
Jack's hands wandered.
His palm settled over Daniel's embarrassingly growing erection. The warm pressure was just enough to torment. Daniel squirmed, but that sent little thrills up his spine. He forced himself to be still, but he couldn't quite bring himself to tell Jack he was going too far, even as Jack continued to caress the curve of his hip with tongue and teeth, and that wandering hand began to gently squeeze and massage.
He really ought to say something. Like no. Or stop.
But it felt amazing. And it was Jack.
Not Jack, said a little wheedling voice in the back of his brain, maybe his conscience. Maybe his better judgment. But his cock was running the show now, depriving his grey matter of blood and oxygen. This was Jack. Daniel went with that.
Then the wandering hand was groping at the fastenings of his pants.
"No!" Daniel yelped in panicked surprise. He pushed with his feet and managed to slip out from under the body above him, struggling to sit and drawing up his knees defensively. Jack didn't try to stop him. Just remained crouched as he had been.
The frustrated, angry look was back. Eyes flared gold.
The goa'uld stood and swept from the room, leaving Daniel shaking.
"DanielJackson."
A familiar, gentle voice disturbed his sleep. He blinked groggily at his friend.
"Teal'c?"
"Major Carter is here, as well."
Daniel was curled against the back of the couch, where he had fallen asleep trying to keep the pressure off his arms.
"Can you do something about this," he asked, turning enough so that Teal'c could see the bindings.
Teal'c raised an eyebrow. That could mean so many things, but Daniel suspected this time it indicated surprise.
"Indeed," Teal'c replied. Sam was watching with interest. Teal'c reached behind him and Daniel felt the restraints fall away. The sudden release of his arms made him groan. They were numb and tingling, and they were going to hurt like hell in a few minutes.
"So what's going on?" he asked, trying to clear his head. Sam handed him his glasses.
"We thought we might ask you that," she replied. "Apparently, we've been chosen to attend this goa'uld's human consort. She's lonely and needs companions, or so we've been told. Personally, I'm not sure we're really attendant material, but I figure, if she's human, there's a chance we could gain a sympathetic ear and get her help to get out of this place. Maybe even to take Jack with us."
Teal'c was watching Daniel closely. Daniel found he couldn't hold his direct gaze. He let his eyes slip away to fall on the coiled threads of the bindings where Teal'c had let them fall to the floor.
"So what do you think? Did he change his mind about introducing us to his queen?"
"Not queen," Teal'c corrected her reflexively.
"Fine. Consort. What's the delay?"
"There is no delay, Major Carter."
Teal'c reached out to lightly touch the mark on Daniel's neck.
"Incoming wormhole, sir. No signal, but we've got M.A.L.P. telemetry."
The picture was fuzzy. But it was definitely O'Neill.
"Colonel, what's your status? You're more than twenty-four hours overdue."
"We've had a little problem on this end, sir. A big problem, actually. A big, kinda embarrassing problem..."
"Colonel?"
"SG-1 has been invited by this system lord to act as technical military advisors against a half-dozen local rivals."
"Colonel, has your team been taken prisoner?"
"Yes, sir." O'Neill clearly didn't want to admit it.
"Then, not to put too fine a point on this, how is it that you are contacting us now?"
"This goa'uld claims that he has no interest in Earth or our part of the galaxy. He says he's giving us an opportunity to help him get rid of some pretty nasty snakes. And as a gesture of good will, he has suggested that we phone home for some take-out Chinese, get your okay, then have an all night strategy session to come up with some fresh ideas about how he could knock these guys out."
"If you could send somebody to The Lotus for us, you could take it out of my next check."
"Colonel, I'll let you make the judgment in the field about whether it is in our best interest to help this goa'uld or not. But your codes are being cancelled as we speak. If you want to come home, you're going to have to call for an escort."
"Understood, General."
"And if you want your dinner, I want to see all of SG-1 alive and well on the other side of that monitor when we dial back."
The goa'uld wasn't there when they were escorted to the Gate.
"His Lordship instructs that you speak to the General of the Tauri though the instrument there, and accept the items that he sends you through the Stargate."
The General reacted very badly to their news.
"Major Carter, you are to offer no assistance this goa'uld. Your orders are to escape, and bring Colonel O'Neill back with you if possible. If not, I know you are all aware of his wishes regarding a possible infestation by a goa'uld. And with his knowledge of this base and it's operations, he's too big a liability to be left behind. If you can't bring him out with you, I want that goa'uld dead, at all costs. And we all know that's what Colonel O'Neill wants, too."
"Understood, sir."
"Well, that was bizarre," Daniel said bemusedly, as they reentered his suite with arms full of Lotus takeout bags.
Possession, Part 4
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
Part 2
It was shockingly easy to give in to the illusion of Jack. Daniel would wonder why that was later.
For now, Jack was holding him hard by the hair, though not really for control anymore. Daniel had clearly surrendered. He seemed to want the perfect angle for kissing him breathless. When Jack finally broke off the kiss, Daniel swallowed hard and opened his eyes.
There was Jack, perched above him, looking like he hardy knew what to do next. Catching Daniel watching him, he had the grace to blush.
When he reached out and gently took Daniel's glasses away, Daniel didn't argue.
The brief pause seemed to be all Jack needed to regroup. His fingers found the hem of Daniel's shirt and pushed it up as far as his bound arms would allow. Then Daniel was drowning in an onslaught of kissing and licking and gentle bites.
Jack attacked a nipple, alternately sucking and licking with a broad, flat tongue. When he had Daniel arching into it, begging for it, Jack stopped and took sensitive flesh very carefully between his teeth. Daniel whimpered as Jack bit, so, so lightly, licking behind his teeth, until Daniel heard himself whispering little words of pleasure that he really shouldn't be saying to his unit commander. Or his best friend. Or the goa'uld who had captured his team and snaked Jack.
Jack groaned in response.
He moved on eventually, following a wandering line across Daniel's chest, then lower, back across his abdomen, pushing down the waist of his pants to find the perfect spot high on Daniel's hip, then he settled in to licking and sucking again.
Jack's hands wandered.
His palm settled over Daniel's embarrassingly growing erection. The warm pressure was just enough to torment. Daniel squirmed, but that sent little thrills up his spine. He forced himself to be still, but he couldn't quite bring himself to tell Jack he was going too far, even as Jack continued to caress the curve of his hip with tongue and teeth, and that wandering hand began to gently squeeze and massage.
He really ought to say something. Like no. Or stop.
But it felt amazing. And it was Jack.
Not Jack, said a little wheedling voice in the back of his brain, maybe his conscience. Maybe his better judgment. But his cock was running the show now, depriving his grey matter of blood and oxygen. This was Jack. Daniel went with that.
Then the wandering hand was groping at the fastenings of his pants.
"No!" Daniel yelped in panicked surprise. He pushed with his feet and managed to slip out from under the body above him, struggling to sit and drawing up his knees defensively. Jack didn't try to stop him. Just remained crouched as he had been.
The frustrated, angry look was back. Eyes flared gold.
The goa'uld stood and swept from the room, leaving Daniel shaking.
"DanielJackson."
A familiar, gentle voice disturbed his sleep. He blinked groggily at his friend.
"Teal'c?"
"Major Carter is here, as well."
Daniel was curled against the back of the couch, where he had fallen asleep trying to keep the pressure off his arms.
"Can you do something about this," he asked, turning enough so that Teal'c could see the bindings.
Teal'c raised an eyebrow. That could mean so many things, but Daniel suspected this time it indicated surprise.
"Indeed," Teal'c replied. Sam was watching with interest. Teal'c reached behind him and Daniel felt the restraints fall away. The sudden release of his arms made him groan. They were numb and tingling, and they were going to hurt like hell in a few minutes.
"So what's going on?" he asked, trying to clear his head. Sam handed him his glasses.
"We thought we might ask you that," she replied. "Apparently, we've been chosen to attend this goa'uld's human consort. She's lonely and needs companions, or so we've been told. Personally, I'm not sure we're really attendant material, but I figure, if she's human, there's a chance we could gain a sympathetic ear and get her help to get out of this place. Maybe even to take Jack with us."
Teal'c was watching Daniel closely. Daniel found he couldn't hold his direct gaze. He let his eyes slip away to fall on the coiled threads of the bindings where Teal'c had let them fall to the floor.
"So what do you think? Did he change his mind about introducing us to his queen?"
"Not queen," Teal'c corrected her reflexively.
"Fine. Consort. What's the delay?"
"There is no delay, Major Carter."
Teal'c reached out to lightly touch the mark on Daniel's neck.
"Incoming wormhole, sir. No signal, but we've got M.A.L.P. telemetry."
The picture was fuzzy. But it was definitely O'Neill.
"Colonel, what's your status? You're more than twenty-four hours overdue."
"We've had a little problem on this end, sir. A big problem, actually. A big, kinda embarrassing problem..."
"Colonel?"
"SG-1 has been invited by this system lord to act as technical military advisors against a half-dozen local rivals."
"Colonel, has your team been taken prisoner?"
"Yes, sir." O'Neill clearly didn't want to admit it.
"Then, not to put too fine a point on this, how is it that you are contacting us now?"
"This goa'uld claims that he has no interest in Earth or our part of the galaxy. He says he's giving us an opportunity to help him get rid of some pretty nasty snakes. And as a gesture of good will, he has suggested that we phone home for some take-out Chinese, get your okay, then have an all night strategy session to come up with some fresh ideas about how he could knock these guys out."
"If you could send somebody to The Lotus for us, you could take it out of my next check."
"Colonel, I'll let you make the judgment in the field about whether it is in our best interest to help this goa'uld or not. But your codes are being cancelled as we speak. If you want to come home, you're going to have to call for an escort."
"Understood, General."
"And if you want your dinner, I want to see all of SG-1 alive and well on the other side of that monitor when we dial back."
The goa'uld wasn't there when they were escorted to the Gate.
"His Lordship instructs that you speak to the General of the Tauri though the instrument there, and accept the items that he sends you through the Stargate."
The General reacted very badly to their news.
"Major Carter, you are to offer no assistance this goa'uld. Your orders are to escape, and bring Colonel O'Neill back with you if possible. If not, I know you are all aware of his wishes regarding a possible infestation by a goa'uld. And with his knowledge of this base and it's operations, he's too big a liability to be left behind. If you can't bring him out with you, I want that goa'uld dead, at all costs. And we all know that's what Colonel O'Neill wants, too."
"Understood, sir."
"Well, that was bizarre," Daniel said bemusedly, as they reentered his suite with arms full of Lotus takeout bags.
Possession, Part 4
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
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Date: 2005-07-12 02:53 am (UTC)Cool!
Date: 2005-07-12 02:57 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2005-07-12 03:22 am (UTC)You suck. :)
YES I AM IN BED I AM SENDING THIS ON DELAYED TRANSMISSION.
That's what you get for not going to bed on time
Date: 2005-07-12 10:28 am (UTC)Bwahahahahahahaha!
Well, as with all my stories, there is an unreadable (as in, THAT's never going down in electrions!) (*snert* She said "Going down!") version, in which Teal'c plays a much more active role in the seduction of DanielJackson.
Still considering if there ought to be any goa'uld rituals where there need to be witnesses when a goa'uld takes a new consort. *wanders off whistling*
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Date: 2005-07-12 03:55 am (UTC)YOU ARE AN EVIL FREAKING TEASE!!!
But I like the adventure part, just a little surprised.
So?
Date: 2005-07-12 10:29 am (UTC)You're point being?
And, Hey! It's Stargate. Do you think they should just sit around the ha'tak, eating Chinese food and getting molested?!
Now, back to my evil ways...
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Date: 2005-07-12 10:59 am (UTC)Heh. Takeout. Definitely bizarre.
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Date: 2005-07-12 12:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-12 04:34 pm (UTC)Stopping...
Date: 2005-07-13 01:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-12 04:56 pm (UTC)I think the general consensus about you is that you are a tease. And oooh, you so are! I'd ask for longer installments, but I can't want to wait for them.
Absolutely no self-control
Date: 2005-07-13 01:33 am (UTC)I have notably used the word hickey in a story, but usually I go with mark/bruise.
Lovebite was suggested by someone, and I have rejected it as just too silly...
I have no more patience than you do. That's why I do tiny little posts. No self-restratint whatsoever.
Yes, Teal'c put 1 and 1 together.
Re: Absolutely no self-control
Date: 2005-07-13 01:50 am (UTC)Jeez, I'm so stupid, but I guess I shouldn't take any offense to thinking hickey considering I've only just gotten out of high school (yet I can't think of any times when I've used it in a story.)
Note to self: Go through past stories for use of 'hickey.'
Have to agree that 'lovebite' sounds funny. You know... I don't think I outright call it anything since the stuff that happens after sex in my stories is usually there to diffuse the hot sex into something fun and mellow. But... uh, yeah.
Re: Absolutely no self-control
Date: 2005-07-13 01:55 am (UTC)Re: Absolutely no self-control
Date: 2005-07-13 01:57 am (UTC)Re: Absolutely no self-control
Date: 2005-07-13 02:49 am (UTC):snort: Yeah, right. Thesaurus.com here I come.
Re: Absolutely no self-control
Date: 2005-07-13 10:41 am (UTC)Re: Absolutely no self-control
Date: 2005-07-13 11:00 pm (UTC)Re: Absolutely no self-control
Date: 2005-07-19 01:23 pm (UTC)pornoscript with my ideal actors for the roles filled in for convenience... ;)Re: Absolutely no self-control
Date: 2005-07-19 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-12 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-13 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-13 02:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-13 10:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-13 12:17 pm (UTC)Angie, still snickering
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Date: 2005-07-13 04:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-14 07:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-15 02:21 am (UTC):) Thanks! This may come of having seen about 6 seasons of Stargate on DVD in the last two months, averaging about 2 a day at the moment...
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Date: 2005-07-15 02:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-15 02:22 am (UTC)I love how wonderfully on target the character voices are.
:) Thanks! This may come of having seen about 6 seasons of Stargate on DVD in the last two months, averaging about 2 a day at the moment...