Possession, Part 5
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brainofckNote from the Guilty PartyAuthor:
I have made much hay of Daniel's height relative to Jack's in this piece. This resulted in the gentlest imaginable critique that Michael Shanks and Richard Dean Anderson are actually very nearly the same height. You will find the discussion in both the comments, below, and also in this post. I have a strong reality squick myself, and am particularly annoyed with writers who try to make Orlando Bloom substantially shorter than Viggo Mortensen, when they are clearly the same height, and the various comments nearly convinced me to revise this chapter. However, I have decided to leave the piece as it is, with apologies to those of you who might be irked, and a promise not to do it again. :) Kind regards, CK
Title: Possession, Part 5 (of ?)
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
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
"He won't let you leave the room meaning – we're supposed to take up where we left off, but with you in charge, now?"
"Yeah, something like that," Jack agreed.
"Well," Daniel shrugged and sprawled back on the bed, "let's see what you've got, then."
Jack blushed furiously.
"I'm not doing this, Daniel."
Daniel pushed back up onto his elbows.
"Oh, yeah, you are," he said. "The snake in your head has made that pretty clear. He thinks this is the key to your soul. Not to mention that he hasn't gotten any in fifty years or so. You've got to know better than I do that we're going to do this, one way or the other."
"And honestly? I'd rather do this with you than him."
Jack still looked embarrassed and distressed. God, how could this be more surreal. Daniel definitely did not want the goa'uld to come back. So what? Seduce Col. Jack O'Neill? Daniel wondered in how many languages he could say motherfuckingsonofabitch?
"Unless of course, you're not up to it, old man? Or you don't know what to do with that thing?" Daniel said with a little smirk.
"You can't do better than that, Daniel? That would be lame, even from me."
"Fine," Daniel replied with a huff. He hopped back out of the bed and was standing in front of Jack again in two strides. Before Jack could startle back away from him, he brushed by Jack's protesting hands and wrapped his arms around his shoulders and reached up and kissed him.
The kiss brought them together at chest, hip, belly and thigh, and it was all not-quite right. Hard where there should be curves. Hair where there should be smooth. Jack's erection, caught between them again, and his own coming on strong, rising to meet it. The whole thing was bizarre, right down to the sensation of being a head shorter than the person he was kissing, standing on tiptoe for the right angle. Bizarre.
But somehow working.
Jack's weakly flailing hands finally came to rest, one hesitant on the back of Daniel's hip, the other slipping deliberately around the curve of his skull.
Daniel felt the moment Jack gave in.
The hand on his hip became an arm around his waist, lifting him just enough to make him the perfect height, and in the process, bring their cocks together in a way that brought a groan from both of them that vibrated through their kiss. Daniel found himself off-balance, clinging to Jack tightly, and he wondered absently if this was one of the reasons women liked to date a tall guy – this feeling of the world falling away.
He didn’t realize that Jack had walked him backwards until his calves hit the edge of the bed, and he completely lost his balance, his backwards fall managed neatly by Jack, who landed on top of him and grinned down at him smugly.
And suddenly Daniel had had enough of being the girl. Here was Jack, for the moment himself, and Daniel wasn't at all sure how long he would have him. With a surge that surprised Jack, Daniel pounced, reversing their positions.
He perched on Jack's chest and gazed down at him thoughtfully. He let his fingers play in Jack's hair, as he rolled his hips occasionally.
"How much of this is you?" Daniel asked. He hated to bring up the goa'uld, even tangentially, but he had to know, and this might be his only opportunity to ask.
Jack blushed and the nervous look came back again, so Daniel leaned down and kissed him. Carefully and thoroughly, with lots of tongue and some teeth, until Jack was making small appreciative noises, and squirming under him, trying to get contact and friction that Daniel was making very difficult from his position of better leverage.
"How much?" Daniel finally asked again, not stopping the kiss, but changing it, licking and kissing along Jack's jaw to draw the swirls of his ear, sucking and licking and nibbling there, until Jack was panting. The whimper Daniel finally drew from him sent a quiver through Daniel's body. His cock twitched hard against Jack's belly.
"Fuck!" Jack swore and suddenly he shoved Daniel off. Daniel laughed and Jack attacked him, wrestling him around until Daniel was on his back looking up at Jack again.
"Lube," Jack practically snarled. But of course, Jack knew exactly where it was, because he had put it there, in a way. He reached out to pop the little panel in the headboard, and brought out the small jar of cream.
"You do know what to do with that?" Daniel asked, apprehension winning out for the moment over pounding lust.
Jack just grinned down at him wickedly, smeared the cream over his palm, and reached down between them.
He caught both their hard cocks in his slicked hand. The surprise of that first touch made Daniel yelp. Jack made a sort of gasping sound that changed to a whimper, as he pumped the slick hand twice over their hot, hard flesh. Then he took his hand away.
"Bastard," Daniel groaned, trying to thrust up against the body above him. But Jack was moving, kneeling above him now.
"Roll over," he said, dropping down for a kiss that brought only their mouths together. Daniel tried to reach up and drag him down for more contact, but Jack sat back again. "Over!" he laughed.
"You know what you're doing?" Daniel couldn't stop himself from asking, as he squirmed over onto his belly. Jack caught him behind one knee and Daniel allowed himself to be manhandled into position, with one leg tucked up under him, knee to chest.
The pause that followed was long enough to make Daniel twist his head around, to try to see what was going on. Jack was just staring down at him. He reached out a hand and trailed trembling fingers down Daniel's exposed back and arched spine. Then he bent down and kissed him. Between the shoulders. In the dip of his lower back. At the rise of a buttock. Then ran his tongue down and over the curve of his ass to the back of his thigh.
"You taste amazing," he whispered, the feel of lips and the slight brush of a day-old shave against the back of his knee making Daniel feel dizzy and desperate.
The cream on Jack's fingers was cool then warm. Daniel wondered if even in this small thing the goa'uld had managed some sort of advance – because he was sure that a good finger-fucking could not possibly be making him this delirious with lust. That's what it felt like. As if he were feverish and completely losing touch with reality. The whole universe narrowed down to what Jack was doing to him. Jack's forearm across Daniel's back, left hand, firmly holding his ass, weighing and pinning him in place. The fingers of Jack's right hand moving in and out of him, pausing when Jack slicked them again, but always coming back to a careful, persistent rhythm.
It was good that Jack was holding him down, because when Jack had first found Daniel's prostate, he'd jumped hard. He'd been reduced to begging and cursing, the feeling of being held in place almost as good as the way Jack was unerringly caressing him from the inside out.
Jack's cock was bigger than his fingers. And better. And worse. Daniel was painfully aroused, certain again that the cream smeared over his own dick was magnifying everything, but positioned as he was, he couldn't touch himself or even try to bring himself off against the mattress beneath him. He was trapped and immobile, as Jack took up a long, rocking stroke that went on and on. His hands roved over Daniel's back and ass, slick fingers of his right hand feathering over the sensitive back of Daniel's thigh and knee. Daniel's entire body was coiled impossibly tight around itself. He had lost the ability for coherent thought, when Jack repositioned his knees so that rather than kneeling above him, he brought his chest down flush with Daniel's back. His weight was a delicious new torment, crushing Daniel down into the softness of the bed. The long strokes quickened, and as Jack was shuddering to his climax, he whispered into Daniel's hair.
"All of it. Everything. Every single bit of it is true."
Daniel felt the sweat pouring off his lover in hot, heavy droplets. It felt like tears.
Jack collapsed over him in his afterglow and Daniel panted into the sheets.
"One of us has got to finish me off," he begged plaintively.
Jack caught him under the folded knee, and with a deft movement, flipped him onto his back.
And went down on him.
Sucked and licked and Daniel was so ready he came screaming in seconds.
When he came down off the dizzying high of it, Daniel turned his head to look at Jack, who was laying on his back next to him, an arm thrown across his eyes.
Feeling him move, Jack rolled over and propped himself on an elbow over him.
"Now that wasn't so difficult, was it?" the goa'uld growled.
His eyes were gold.
Possession, Part 6 - please read disclaimers
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
I have made much hay of Daniel's height relative to Jack's in this piece. This resulted in the gentlest imaginable critique that Michael Shanks and Richard Dean Anderson are actually very nearly the same height. You will find the discussion in both the comments, below, and also in this post. I have a strong reality squick myself, and am particularly annoyed with writers who try to make Orlando Bloom substantially shorter than Viggo Mortensen, when they are clearly the same height, and the various comments nearly convinced me to revise this chapter. However, I have decided to leave the piece as it is, with apologies to those of you who might be irked, and a promise not to do it again. :) Kind regards, CK
Title: Possession, Part 5 (of ?)
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
Part 4
"He won't let you leave the room meaning – we're supposed to take up where we left off, but with you in charge, now?"
"Yeah, something like that," Jack agreed.
"Well," Daniel shrugged and sprawled back on the bed, "let's see what you've got, then."
Jack blushed furiously.
"I'm not doing this, Daniel."
Daniel pushed back up onto his elbows.
"Oh, yeah, you are," he said. "The snake in your head has made that pretty clear. He thinks this is the key to your soul. Not to mention that he hasn't gotten any in fifty years or so. You've got to know better than I do that we're going to do this, one way or the other."
"And honestly? I'd rather do this with you than him."
Jack still looked embarrassed and distressed. God, how could this be more surreal. Daniel definitely did not want the goa'uld to come back. So what? Seduce Col. Jack O'Neill? Daniel wondered in how many languages he could say motherfuckingsonofabitch?
"Unless of course, you're not up to it, old man? Or you don't know what to do with that thing?" Daniel said with a little smirk.
"You can't do better than that, Daniel? That would be lame, even from me."
"Fine," Daniel replied with a huff. He hopped back out of the bed and was standing in front of Jack again in two strides. Before Jack could startle back away from him, he brushed by Jack's protesting hands and wrapped his arms around his shoulders and reached up and kissed him.
The kiss brought them together at chest, hip, belly and thigh, and it was all not-quite right. Hard where there should be curves. Hair where there should be smooth. Jack's erection, caught between them again, and his own coming on strong, rising to meet it. The whole thing was bizarre, right down to the sensation of being a head shorter than the person he was kissing, standing on tiptoe for the right angle. Bizarre.
But somehow working.
Jack's weakly flailing hands finally came to rest, one hesitant on the back of Daniel's hip, the other slipping deliberately around the curve of his skull.
Daniel felt the moment Jack gave in.
The hand on his hip became an arm around his waist, lifting him just enough to make him the perfect height, and in the process, bring their cocks together in a way that brought a groan from both of them that vibrated through their kiss. Daniel found himself off-balance, clinging to Jack tightly, and he wondered absently if this was one of the reasons women liked to date a tall guy – this feeling of the world falling away.
He didn’t realize that Jack had walked him backwards until his calves hit the edge of the bed, and he completely lost his balance, his backwards fall managed neatly by Jack, who landed on top of him and grinned down at him smugly.
And suddenly Daniel had had enough of being the girl. Here was Jack, for the moment himself, and Daniel wasn't at all sure how long he would have him. With a surge that surprised Jack, Daniel pounced, reversing their positions.
He perched on Jack's chest and gazed down at him thoughtfully. He let his fingers play in Jack's hair, as he rolled his hips occasionally.
"How much of this is you?" Daniel asked. He hated to bring up the goa'uld, even tangentially, but he had to know, and this might be his only opportunity to ask.
Jack blushed and the nervous look came back again, so Daniel leaned down and kissed him. Carefully and thoroughly, with lots of tongue and some teeth, until Jack was making small appreciative noises, and squirming under him, trying to get contact and friction that Daniel was making very difficult from his position of better leverage.
"How much?" Daniel finally asked again, not stopping the kiss, but changing it, licking and kissing along Jack's jaw to draw the swirls of his ear, sucking and licking and nibbling there, until Jack was panting. The whimper Daniel finally drew from him sent a quiver through Daniel's body. His cock twitched hard against Jack's belly.
"Fuck!" Jack swore and suddenly he shoved Daniel off. Daniel laughed and Jack attacked him, wrestling him around until Daniel was on his back looking up at Jack again.
"Lube," Jack practically snarled. But of course, Jack knew exactly where it was, because he had put it there, in a way. He reached out to pop the little panel in the headboard, and brought out the small jar of cream.
"You do know what to do with that?" Daniel asked, apprehension winning out for the moment over pounding lust.
Jack just grinned down at him wickedly, smeared the cream over his palm, and reached down between them.
He caught both their hard cocks in his slicked hand. The surprise of that first touch made Daniel yelp. Jack made a sort of gasping sound that changed to a whimper, as he pumped the slick hand twice over their hot, hard flesh. Then he took his hand away.
"Bastard," Daniel groaned, trying to thrust up against the body above him. But Jack was moving, kneeling above him now.
"Roll over," he said, dropping down for a kiss that brought only their mouths together. Daniel tried to reach up and drag him down for more contact, but Jack sat back again. "Over!" he laughed.
"You know what you're doing?" Daniel couldn't stop himself from asking, as he squirmed over onto his belly. Jack caught him behind one knee and Daniel allowed himself to be manhandled into position, with one leg tucked up under him, knee to chest.
The pause that followed was long enough to make Daniel twist his head around, to try to see what was going on. Jack was just staring down at him. He reached out a hand and trailed trembling fingers down Daniel's exposed back and arched spine. Then he bent down and kissed him. Between the shoulders. In the dip of his lower back. At the rise of a buttock. Then ran his tongue down and over the curve of his ass to the back of his thigh.
"You taste amazing," he whispered, the feel of lips and the slight brush of a day-old shave against the back of his knee making Daniel feel dizzy and desperate.
The cream on Jack's fingers was cool then warm. Daniel wondered if even in this small thing the goa'uld had managed some sort of advance – because he was sure that a good finger-fucking could not possibly be making him this delirious with lust. That's what it felt like. As if he were feverish and completely losing touch with reality. The whole universe narrowed down to what Jack was doing to him. Jack's forearm across Daniel's back, left hand, firmly holding his ass, weighing and pinning him in place. The fingers of Jack's right hand moving in and out of him, pausing when Jack slicked them again, but always coming back to a careful, persistent rhythm.
It was good that Jack was holding him down, because when Jack had first found Daniel's prostate, he'd jumped hard. He'd been reduced to begging and cursing, the feeling of being held in place almost as good as the way Jack was unerringly caressing him from the inside out.
Jack's cock was bigger than his fingers. And better. And worse. Daniel was painfully aroused, certain again that the cream smeared over his own dick was magnifying everything, but positioned as he was, he couldn't touch himself or even try to bring himself off against the mattress beneath him. He was trapped and immobile, as Jack took up a long, rocking stroke that went on and on. His hands roved over Daniel's back and ass, slick fingers of his right hand feathering over the sensitive back of Daniel's thigh and knee. Daniel's entire body was coiled impossibly tight around itself. He had lost the ability for coherent thought, when Jack repositioned his knees so that rather than kneeling above him, he brought his chest down flush with Daniel's back. His weight was a delicious new torment, crushing Daniel down into the softness of the bed. The long strokes quickened, and as Jack was shuddering to his climax, he whispered into Daniel's hair.
"All of it. Everything. Every single bit of it is true."
Daniel felt the sweat pouring off his lover in hot, heavy droplets. It felt like tears.
Jack collapsed over him in his afterglow and Daniel panted into the sheets.
"One of us has got to finish me off," he begged plaintively.
Jack caught him under the folded knee, and with a deft movement, flipped him onto his back.
And went down on him.
Sucked and licked and Daniel was so ready he came screaming in seconds.
When he came down off the dizzying high of it, Daniel turned his head to look at Jack, who was laying on his back next to him, an arm thrown across his eyes.
Feeling him move, Jack rolled over and propped himself on an elbow over him.
"Now that wasn't so difficult, was it?" the goa'uld growled.
His eyes were gold.
Possession, Part 6 - please read disclaimers
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
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Date: 2005-07-19 03:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-19 11:15 am (UTC)ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!
Date: 2005-07-19 04:12 am (UTC)Where's the next part?
Re: ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!
Date: 2005-07-19 11:15 am (UTC)Re: ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!
Date: 2005-07-19 01:59 pm (UTC)Well, get it out, O Queen of the Cliffhangers.
P.S. Blackadder to the goa'uld: "You wouldn't know if Cunning Plan if one painted itself purple, got up on the harpsicord, and starting singing Cunning Plans are here again."
Re: ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!
Date: 2005-07-19 02:08 pm (UTC)Re: ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!
Date: 2005-07-20 06:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-19 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-19 11:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-19 10:59 am (UTC)(I have one, teeny, tiny quibble - there's only an inch difference in their heights. RDA is 6'1", MS 6')
How tall are they, really
Date: 2005-07-19 11:14 am (UTC)I have watched several shots of the team, lined up, where they all appear to be in the same plane, and CJ and RDA look to be the same height, and MS definitely looks shorter. Scenes with the two of them together seem to confirm a fair height difference. I realize that the camera plays tricks, and it is even possible that the director is doing that deliberately, to make Jack our clear alpha male, but that's my research, and I'm sticking with it. :D
I am amused that the author of Dr. Jackson's Diaries (http://www.livejournal.com/users/brainofck/55458.html) had the same problem. At various points in the Diary, Daniel describes different height differences between himself and Jack - though mostly Jack shrinks, and Daniel remains IMDB height...
Re: How tall are they, really
Date: 2005-07-19 11:28 am (UTC)Re: How tall are they, really
Date: 2005-07-19 11:40 am (UTC)And, if I may say, "Arrrghghghghghgh!!!!"
Um.
Please see my most recent journal entry.
End transmission.
Re: How tall are they, really
Date: 2005-07-19 12:20 pm (UTC)Re: How tall are they, really
Date: 2005-07-20 06:19 am (UTC)Re: How tall are they, really
Date: 2005-07-22 02:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-19 11:26 am (UTC)Hot stuff! Waiting for more, please! :D
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Date: 2005-07-19 03:03 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2005-07-19 04:04 pm (UTC)His eyes were gold.
I wanna kill that fucking snake. [snarl] I was almost feeling a bit sympathetic, thinking maybe he's not the same selfish bastard all the others are, whatever. But that's just gloating, plain and simple.
Angie, going after the snake with a shovel
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Date: 2005-07-19 04:16 pm (UTC)I love it so much, and I can't decide whether I want to kill that gorram snake or hug it!
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Date: 2005-07-22 02:09 am (UTC)I did today! :)
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Date: 2005-07-19 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-19 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-20 12:21 am (UTC)Not sure who my hero is, but I think Daniel and Mulder would be at the top, mind you, I'm a M/K fan so I do think Krycek is hot. *g*
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Date: 2005-07-22 02:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-20 07:12 am (UTC)Heh :)
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Date: 2005-07-22 02:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-21 01:50 am (UTC)BRING IT, WOMAN. It just gets better and better every chapter!
And like I told you elsewhere. You know a fic's great when you hear the characters voices loud and clear in your head. I did, Daniel spoke REALLY loudly. Which means you nailed him.
Er, or Jack nailed him. Or snakeeyes. Whatever. Daniel's been nailed.
BTW, I love you, even though I suck. KEEP WRITING!
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Date: 2005-07-21 01:54 am (UTC)*ponders nailing Daniel*
You will not have Part 6 for coffee in the morning. Serious possibility of Part 6 for coffee Friday morning, however.
I think 6, 7, 8, and possibly 9, and we're done and I can turn my mind back to Arena...
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Date: 2005-07-21 01:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-21 08:23 pm (UTC)Possession pt 5
Date: 2007-11-17 09:24 pm (UTC)But, it was Jack and he must take some solace in that, even if the Goa'uld took vicarious pleasure from it.
"All of it. Everything. Every single bit of it is true."
*sobs with Jack*
Oh, and wading in on the 'height' thing - for years I thought MS was a midget in comparison to the others! He always seemed to be doing this short, baggy *bdu's* walk and then I met him for the first time in 2003. I was stunned at his tallness! I blame the director of photography! :P
6 here I come1