Possession, Part 4
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brainofckTitle: Possession, Part 4 (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.
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rugbytacklers, I have done a Stargate crash course located here.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
The Jaffa entered the room with a deferential bow.
"My apologies for interrupting, Dr. Jackson," he said quietly. He turned to Sam and Teal'c.
"His Lordship has instructed that I should show you to your quarters."
"No," said Sam bluntly. "I'm not going to leave Daniel here by himself." Teal'c's heavy menace at her side was enough to make the Jaffa shift nervously.
"Major, I assure you that Dr. Jackson will be perfectly safe. He is better protected than my master himself."
"Funny, that doesn't make me feel any better about leaving," she spat back.
The Jaffa refused to be baited. More soldiers had entered the room while they were speaking. They stood respectfully at attention, but the threat was clear.
"Major. Teal'c. His Lordship has requested that you be shown to your quarters. They are very near and quite comfortable."
"I think it's time for you to go," Daniel said.
"Daniel..." she protested.
"Everything's going to be OK, Sam," Daniel assured her. Teal'c was watching him again.
"Good night, DanielJackson," Teal'c said quietly, inclining his head.
Sam just gave him a worried look and trailed out of the room after Teal'c.
After they left, Daniel couldn't settle. He paced the rooms that made up his small suite. He found a reading device*, and tried to flop on the couch to explore what was on it. But it was in Goa'uld. Too much work to translate while flopping. He tossed it to the floor and paced again. What he wouldn't give for some sagas in Old Norse…
If they were going to be here for a while, maybe he could put in a request.
They hadn't been able to come up with anything particularly useful over dinner, and had agreed that they would have to be alert and watch for opportunities. But none of them were particularly optimistic. Jack knew them too well. More to the point, they had managed too many great escapes with Jack as their leader. He knew the stupid things the bad guys did when they took prisoners.
And Jack knew, of course, that they would be trying to either rescue him, or kill him on the way out.
Since they had to presume that the goa'uld knew what Jack knew, they expected this combination of knowledge and expectations would keep them immobilized for at least several days until opportunities to escape began to present themselves.
Daniel had the terrible suspicion that this mission was going to end as badly as it had started, with himself as Jack's assassin and all of the rest of them dead. None of them said it, but he knew them well enough to see it in their eyes. They all knew.
Which of course meant Jack knew, too.
Frustrated and headachy, he gave up waiting for the goa'uld to appear, and went to bed.
He woke when the bed shifted. Daniel didn't wait, but slipped out the other side, away from the goa'uld. He wanted to meet his captor on his feet, not on his back. The goa'uld sighed heavily and flipped on a bedside lamp. He looked tired. Like Jack after a very long and difficult mission, when he would announce he was going home to sleep for eighteen hours.
"Daniel, let me apologize for what happened last night. I'm very sorry about that."
It was the voice of the goa'uld for the moment, not hiding behind Jack.
"The best way you could make up for it? Stop referring to me as your consort. Were you doing that already, when you sent for me to have dinner with you? That would certainly explain the Jaffa giggling behind their hands."
The goa'uld smiled and shrugged.
"Come to bed, Daniel."
Daniel blinked.
"I thought you were apologizing for your behavior last night. How does that fit in with a new proposition?"
The goa'uld was visibly trying not to let Daniel provoke him.
"Daniel, I already told you what I want from you. That you are part of what I am offering Col. O'Neill. That hasn't changed. You let him kiss you last night. You let him touch you. Come to bed. We won't go any farther then you want to go."
"Great. Then I'm just going right out to sleep in the chair out there," Daniel said, heading for the door.
The goa'uld jumped from the bed to stop him.
The goa'uld in the form of a very naked, very aroused Jack O'Neill.
Daniel took a step back. The goa'uld followed him.
"Just. Stop." Daniel said, trying not to sound flustered or afraid. "You say you are doing this for Jack. But I think we both know that Jack wouldn't want this - like this."
The goa'uld sighed. When he spoke again, the bass vibration was gone, and it was Jack's voice.
"Strip off, Daniel, and come to bed."
"And what if I don't?" he asked angrily.
"There are Jaffa outside who can help."
"Oh. That would make Jack really happy," Daniel replied acidly. He stepped back across the room. The goa'uld caught the over-shirt that hit him square in the chest. T-shirt hit the floor. Pants and underwear followed.
The goa'uld's eyes roved over him.
"So what's Jack think?" Daniel asked.
The goa'uld was crossing the short distance across the room to him. Daniel forced himself to be calm and still. He wished he could just believe the Jack-illusion again, as he had last night. But this was too distant from any reality that could involve Jack.
Jack just wouldn't.
The goa'uld was standing directly in front of him now, so that he had to look up to meet his eye. Long arms reached out and encircled him, drawing him against Jack's chest. The goa'uld held him tightly, bringing naked skin together. Jack's cock was crushed between them, hard against Daniel's belly.
"I'm not going to pretend that this is only about Jack," the goa'uld replied. Jack's voice was roughening. Daniel thought that of all of this, the thing that was most wrong was that voice. He shouldn't hear that lust in Jack's voice.
"I was joined with my last host for 450 years. I loved him." The goa'uld's fingers found their way to Daniel's hair and twined there absently as the goa'uld spoke. His voice was barely more than a whisper, turned inward and a little sad.
"He and I met as my host before that was coming to the end of a long life. We blended when he was just 17, and we were perfect for each other. As he grew older, beyond the normal lifetime of a blended human, I actually thought of a sarcophagus for the first time in 3000 years…"
"By the end he was very frail. We hadn't had a lover in decades. Now here I am in this strong, healthy body… I'd forgotten how powerful the urges and needs can be in a human in his prime."
Daniel shifted restlessly and was surprised that the goa'uld didn't try to hold him as he pulled away. Giving in to the inevitability - he knew where he was going to end up anyway - Daniel went and lay back down on the bed, crawling under the covers and laying down on his side.
"I don't see why you need me for that," Daniel stated flatly. "I would imagine you could ask almost any person on this ha'tak, and they would join you gladly. Why choose one of the three people here that you know won't do this willingly?"
The goa'uld shrugged. Jack's face was apologetic.
"Not only has it been 450 years since I joined with a new host. It's been nearly 2000 years since I chose a host that I had not carefully selected and groomed to be a perfect match for me. Not to mention that Jack is the oldest human with whom I have ever joined. Blending is a delicate thing with any host. Blending with a host that has lived a life of his own already… Jack is the most amazing human mind I have ever met."
"Major Carter has told you about her experience of Jolinar's memories. You have discussed Jacob's experience with Salmac."
"Jack's thoughts are in many ways my thoughts now. His memories and experiences feel like my own. And Jack wants you. His desire is my desire. And his desire is strong. And I don't share his will to deny myself what we both want."
The goa'uld lay down facing him and reached out again to touch his hair.
"So in a way, I'm as trapped by you as you are stuck with me."
"No. You're not. And don't try to blame this on me, or Jack, or anyone but yourself."
"Alright, I won't," the goa'uld whispered, pressing Daniel back into the mattress and leaning over him, exploring Daniel's bare, exposed skin with Jack's rough fingers. The heat of his erection was a constant presence between them, like a third entity in the bed.
Lips and tongue soon followed fingers, but unlike yesterday night, Daniel couldn't lose himself in it. No matter what the goa'uld said about going only as far as Daniel wanted, he knew where this was leading.
The goa'uld's licking was taking him down Daniel's body, tongue leaving damp warm-then-cool trails on his skin. He made love to Daniel's belly button, then began moving farther southwards.
When he didn’t find what he was expecting, he finally stopped. He sat back on his heels and looked down at Daniel, worry and concern written all over Jack's face.
"Why are you both so difficult," the goa'uld muttered to himself.
Daniel didn't bother to answer that.
Then the goa'uld changed his tactics. He crawled back up Daniel's body, and settled on top of him. Then he kissed him. Gently and sweetly. When he got no response, he kissed his way down Daniel's jaw, nibbled at his ear, gently caressing the shell with his tongue, tracing the swirls and curves. When Daniel turned his head away, he just kissed his mouth again.
Then suddenly, he stopped. The goa'uld pulled back, as if startled. Then he scrambled off him and out of the bed and stared at Daniel in horror.
Oh, God.
Not the goa'uld anymore.
Jack.
He stood there with huge eyes. One trembling hand, seemingly of its own accord, found its way to his own lips, touching them tentatively.
"Daniel?" His voice cracked.
Daniel swallowed hard. His first impulse was to leap across the room and hug his friend and tell him that everything's OK. You're alright.
Except that everything wasn't, and particularly Jack wasn't alright, and Daniel was mortified that knowing that it was Jack standing there now, for real, already had him half hard. He didn't think that a hug from him was going to be very comforting to Jack right now.
"Jack, it's OK. I know this isn't your fault." It was the best he could manage, under the circumstances.
"Oh, yeah," Jack replied in a shaky voice. "Oh, it definitely is."
He turned suddenly and made for the door. And came up as sharply as if he'd hit a wall.
"God, get this thing out of my head," he yelled. He went to his knees, yanking at his own hair with both hands, cursing goddamnmotherfuckingsonofabitch.
Daniel found himself across the room, gripping Jack tightly by the wrists. Then he was holding him, crying, whispering his name over and over, murmuring the soothing refrain that he had rejected earlier.
"It's alright, Jack. Everything's going to be OK. Jack, it's OK…"
"Why don't we get up from here?" Daniel finally suggested, when both of them were finally breathing normally again. "I can't believe you haven't complained about your knees yet."
Jack was still clinging to him for dear life, but he chuckled weakly and began to let go.
"One of the only benefits of a snake in your head. He's fixed my knees."
They helped each other to stand, and suddenly they were face to face again, and much too close for comfort. Daniel stepped back and turned to leave the bedroom.
"There might still be some take out left," he said, palming the door switch.
Jack didn't follow him.
"He won't let me leave this room," Jack said quietly.
Daniel sighed in resignation and shut the door again.
*Geek attack! Anybody know what those tablet-thingies are called?!
Part 5
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
Part 3
The Jaffa entered the room with a deferential bow.
"My apologies for interrupting, Dr. Jackson," he said quietly. He turned to Sam and Teal'c.
"His Lordship has instructed that I should show you to your quarters."
"No," said Sam bluntly. "I'm not going to leave Daniel here by himself." Teal'c's heavy menace at her side was enough to make the Jaffa shift nervously.
"Major, I assure you that Dr. Jackson will be perfectly safe. He is better protected than my master himself."
"Funny, that doesn't make me feel any better about leaving," she spat back.
The Jaffa refused to be baited. More soldiers had entered the room while they were speaking. They stood respectfully at attention, but the threat was clear.
"Major. Teal'c. His Lordship has requested that you be shown to your quarters. They are very near and quite comfortable."
"I think it's time for you to go," Daniel said.
"Daniel..." she protested.
"Everything's going to be OK, Sam," Daniel assured her. Teal'c was watching him again.
"Good night, DanielJackson," Teal'c said quietly, inclining his head.
Sam just gave him a worried look and trailed out of the room after Teal'c.
After they left, Daniel couldn't settle. He paced the rooms that made up his small suite. He found a reading device*, and tried to flop on the couch to explore what was on it. But it was in Goa'uld. Too much work to translate while flopping. He tossed it to the floor and paced again. What he wouldn't give for some sagas in Old Norse…
If they were going to be here for a while, maybe he could put in a request.
They hadn't been able to come up with anything particularly useful over dinner, and had agreed that they would have to be alert and watch for opportunities. But none of them were particularly optimistic. Jack knew them too well. More to the point, they had managed too many great escapes with Jack as their leader. He knew the stupid things the bad guys did when they took prisoners.
And Jack knew, of course, that they would be trying to either rescue him, or kill him on the way out.
Since they had to presume that the goa'uld knew what Jack knew, they expected this combination of knowledge and expectations would keep them immobilized for at least several days until opportunities to escape began to present themselves.
Daniel had the terrible suspicion that this mission was going to end as badly as it had started, with himself as Jack's assassin and all of the rest of them dead. None of them said it, but he knew them well enough to see it in their eyes. They all knew.
Which of course meant Jack knew, too.
Frustrated and headachy, he gave up waiting for the goa'uld to appear, and went to bed.
He woke when the bed shifted. Daniel didn't wait, but slipped out the other side, away from the goa'uld. He wanted to meet his captor on his feet, not on his back. The goa'uld sighed heavily and flipped on a bedside lamp. He looked tired. Like Jack after a very long and difficult mission, when he would announce he was going home to sleep for eighteen hours.
"Daniel, let me apologize for what happened last night. I'm very sorry about that."
It was the voice of the goa'uld for the moment, not hiding behind Jack.
"The best way you could make up for it? Stop referring to me as your consort. Were you doing that already, when you sent for me to have dinner with you? That would certainly explain the Jaffa giggling behind their hands."
The goa'uld smiled and shrugged.
"Come to bed, Daniel."
Daniel blinked.
"I thought you were apologizing for your behavior last night. How does that fit in with a new proposition?"
The goa'uld was visibly trying not to let Daniel provoke him.
"Daniel, I already told you what I want from you. That you are part of what I am offering Col. O'Neill. That hasn't changed. You let him kiss you last night. You let him touch you. Come to bed. We won't go any farther then you want to go."
"Great. Then I'm just going right out to sleep in the chair out there," Daniel said, heading for the door.
The goa'uld jumped from the bed to stop him.
The goa'uld in the form of a very naked, very aroused Jack O'Neill.
Daniel took a step back. The goa'uld followed him.
"Just. Stop." Daniel said, trying not to sound flustered or afraid. "You say you are doing this for Jack. But I think we both know that Jack wouldn't want this - like this."
The goa'uld sighed. When he spoke again, the bass vibration was gone, and it was Jack's voice.
"Strip off, Daniel, and come to bed."
"And what if I don't?" he asked angrily.
"There are Jaffa outside who can help."
"Oh. That would make Jack really happy," Daniel replied acidly. He stepped back across the room. The goa'uld caught the over-shirt that hit him square in the chest. T-shirt hit the floor. Pants and underwear followed.
The goa'uld's eyes roved over him.
"So what's Jack think?" Daniel asked.
The goa'uld was crossing the short distance across the room to him. Daniel forced himself to be calm and still. He wished he could just believe the Jack-illusion again, as he had last night. But this was too distant from any reality that could involve Jack.
Jack just wouldn't.
The goa'uld was standing directly in front of him now, so that he had to look up to meet his eye. Long arms reached out and encircled him, drawing him against Jack's chest. The goa'uld held him tightly, bringing naked skin together. Jack's cock was crushed between them, hard against Daniel's belly.
"I'm not going to pretend that this is only about Jack," the goa'uld replied. Jack's voice was roughening. Daniel thought that of all of this, the thing that was most wrong was that voice. He shouldn't hear that lust in Jack's voice.
"I was joined with my last host for 450 years. I loved him." The goa'uld's fingers found their way to Daniel's hair and twined there absently as the goa'uld spoke. His voice was barely more than a whisper, turned inward and a little sad.
"He and I met as my host before that was coming to the end of a long life. We blended when he was just 17, and we were perfect for each other. As he grew older, beyond the normal lifetime of a blended human, I actually thought of a sarcophagus for the first time in 3000 years…"
"By the end he was very frail. We hadn't had a lover in decades. Now here I am in this strong, healthy body… I'd forgotten how powerful the urges and needs can be in a human in his prime."
Daniel shifted restlessly and was surprised that the goa'uld didn't try to hold him as he pulled away. Giving in to the inevitability - he knew where he was going to end up anyway - Daniel went and lay back down on the bed, crawling under the covers and laying down on his side.
"I don't see why you need me for that," Daniel stated flatly. "I would imagine you could ask almost any person on this ha'tak, and they would join you gladly. Why choose one of the three people here that you know won't do this willingly?"
The goa'uld shrugged. Jack's face was apologetic.
"Not only has it been 450 years since I joined with a new host. It's been nearly 2000 years since I chose a host that I had not carefully selected and groomed to be a perfect match for me. Not to mention that Jack is the oldest human with whom I have ever joined. Blending is a delicate thing with any host. Blending with a host that has lived a life of his own already… Jack is the most amazing human mind I have ever met."
"Major Carter has told you about her experience of Jolinar's memories. You have discussed Jacob's experience with Salmac."
"Jack's thoughts are in many ways my thoughts now. His memories and experiences feel like my own. And Jack wants you. His desire is my desire. And his desire is strong. And I don't share his will to deny myself what we both want."
The goa'uld lay down facing him and reached out again to touch his hair.
"So in a way, I'm as trapped by you as you are stuck with me."
"No. You're not. And don't try to blame this on me, or Jack, or anyone but yourself."
"Alright, I won't," the goa'uld whispered, pressing Daniel back into the mattress and leaning over him, exploring Daniel's bare, exposed skin with Jack's rough fingers. The heat of his erection was a constant presence between them, like a third entity in the bed.
Lips and tongue soon followed fingers, but unlike yesterday night, Daniel couldn't lose himself in it. No matter what the goa'uld said about going only as far as Daniel wanted, he knew where this was leading.
The goa'uld's licking was taking him down Daniel's body, tongue leaving damp warm-then-cool trails on his skin. He made love to Daniel's belly button, then began moving farther southwards.
When he didn’t find what he was expecting, he finally stopped. He sat back on his heels and looked down at Daniel, worry and concern written all over Jack's face.
"Why are you both so difficult," the goa'uld muttered to himself.
Daniel didn't bother to answer that.
Then the goa'uld changed his tactics. He crawled back up Daniel's body, and settled on top of him. Then he kissed him. Gently and sweetly. When he got no response, he kissed his way down Daniel's jaw, nibbled at his ear, gently caressing the shell with his tongue, tracing the swirls and curves. When Daniel turned his head away, he just kissed his mouth again.
Then suddenly, he stopped. The goa'uld pulled back, as if startled. Then he scrambled off him and out of the bed and stared at Daniel in horror.
Oh, God.
Not the goa'uld anymore.
Jack.
He stood there with huge eyes. One trembling hand, seemingly of its own accord, found its way to his own lips, touching them tentatively.
"Daniel?" His voice cracked.
Daniel swallowed hard. His first impulse was to leap across the room and hug his friend and tell him that everything's OK. You're alright.
Except that everything wasn't, and particularly Jack wasn't alright, and Daniel was mortified that knowing that it was Jack standing there now, for real, already had him half hard. He didn't think that a hug from him was going to be very comforting to Jack right now.
"Jack, it's OK. I know this isn't your fault." It was the best he could manage, under the circumstances.
"Oh, yeah," Jack replied in a shaky voice. "Oh, it definitely is."
He turned suddenly and made for the door. And came up as sharply as if he'd hit a wall.
"God, get this thing out of my head," he yelled. He went to his knees, yanking at his own hair with both hands, cursing goddamnmotherfuckingsonofabitch.
Daniel found himself across the room, gripping Jack tightly by the wrists. Then he was holding him, crying, whispering his name over and over, murmuring the soothing refrain that he had rejected earlier.
"It's alright, Jack. Everything's going to be OK. Jack, it's OK…"
"Why don't we get up from here?" Daniel finally suggested, when both of them were finally breathing normally again. "I can't believe you haven't complained about your knees yet."
Jack was still clinging to him for dear life, but he chuckled weakly and began to let go.
"One of the only benefits of a snake in your head. He's fixed my knees."
They helped each other to stand, and suddenly they were face to face again, and much too close for comfort. Daniel stepped back and turned to leave the bedroom.
"There might still be some take out left," he said, palming the door switch.
Jack didn't follow him.
"He won't let me leave this room," Jack said quietly.
Daniel sighed in resignation and shut the door again.
*Geek attack! Anybody know what those tablet-thingies are called?!
Part 5
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
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Date: 2006-07-30 06:54 pm (UTC)FYI,
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