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brainofckTitle: Possession, Part 6 (of 9?)
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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: This is RAPE people. Not just a little fun, friendly, emotionally-fraught non-con. This is the real thing. Read at your own risk.
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.
Previous chapters available here.
The smirk was Jack's smirk. The one that lead Daniel to his most viscious and uncalled-for acts of verbal assault. The one that Sam had so wanted to wipe off Jack's smug face so many times and Daniel knew it was only the threat of courtmartial that kept her from bloodying the nose of a superior officer. He was quite frankly at a loss for how Teal'c had restrained himself for so long.
But tonight, the flush of orgasm hardly faded, Daniel's heart wrenched in his chest. Anger and grief and fear mixed with lust and adrenaline and he was speechless. So he left.
A paramilitary lifestyle had taught him a few things. He hit the floor moving fast, scooped up clothes on the way, and was dressed by the time he passed the remains of thier dinner on the table in the front room. The door opened for him, and he strode out into the ha'tak, just short of a jog, not seeing the goa'uld behind him, shaking his head at the Jaffa who would have stopped him.
He ended up at Teal'c's door. He had been walking the halls and rooms and decks of the vast ship for hours, trailed by a discreet escort of Jaffa. But every door had opened. He had seen cargo bays, death gliders, Jaffa quarters, kitchens, ceremonial rooms, operations rooms - just about everything the ship had to offer, though he had deliberately stayed clear of anyplace he might meet the goa'uld - just noting routes to the pel'tak, but never going for a closer look.
Teal'c stepped aside to let him enter the room. Daniel wondered what time it was in the ship's day. Suddenly he turned back to the Jaffa that had been following him all this time.
"How do we get breakfast in this place?" he asked.
"Just tell me what you wish, and I will relay the message to the kitchens immediately."
Daniel looked at Teal'c.
"Yogurt," Teal'c said obliquely.
Daniel turned back to the Jaffa.
"Eggs, bacon, toast, juice, coffee, yogurt, granola, fruit, and whatever pastries you can come up with. And where's Major Carter?"
"There is a connecting room through here, DanielJackson," Teal'c said from behind him.
"Great! Thanks," he said, and shut the door in the Jaffa's face.
"So what's our next move, then?" Sam asked. She had attacked breakfast with enthusiasm.
"Well, I had a good look around in the last few hours. I'm pretty sure I can get us from point A to point B when the time comes." Daniel, still shaken from his experience the night before, could only manage some fruit on his nervous stomach. The bit of Danish he'd tried had just made him feel queasy.
"When the time comes… I wonder how long it will take for him to let down his guard?" she said thoughtfully.
"Given enough time, I believe that I may be able to persuade members of the crew to join our cause," Teal'c said. He took another spoonful of his yogurt.
"Well, I think we can assume we'll be here a while," said Daniel.
"Meanwhile," continued Sam, "He seems to have given us pretty broad access to the computer databases and libraries on this ship. I tried the terminal in my quarters last night, and I don't think I was denied access to anything."
"Find anything interesting?" Daniel asked.
"Maybe. Almost all of it was in Goa'uld. I could use your help with it, actually. Or maybe he'd even give me a technical translator. I think part of his strategy to keep us here might be giving us this information. I think there's stuff in there about weapons and shields, space travel technology, medical and biological research… Massive amounts of incredibly valuable information at our fingertips, if we stay here long enough to get through it."
"He's offering us something in return for our cooperation," Teal'c said, discreetly licking his spoon.
The door slid open behind him as he poured over the schematic Sam had pulled up on the display panel. She really was going to have to ask for a technical translator. The scientific Goa'uld was well beyond his mastery of the language.
"Wow. Nice outfit," Sam said.
His Lordship must have arrived.
He was all in black. Leather pants, with black studs up the outside seams. A fitted black silk shirt with short sleeves. A tight black vest that was more rope than leather, with intricate lacings up the sides and front. The ribbon device ran around Jack's muscular forearm in it's delicate spiral. The thought occurred to Daniel that if they could ever de-snake him, Jack and Sam would have to work on ways to incorporate the ribbon devices into their field gear. Daniel wondered if Jack could manage a P90 with that thing on.
He looked strong. Lean. Elegant. Dangerous. Beautiful.
All things, Daniel realized, Jack always had been, when he was at his best.
To Daniel's surprise and complete mortification, his dick twitched. Hard.
"I understand from Col. O'Neill that you have a very low opinion of what he thinks of as 'Goa'uld fashion-sense'. This was the first thing I put on that didn't have him doubled over and crying in hysterics." The goa'uld smiled thinly.
"It must be difficult having someone who truly despises you living inside your own head," Sam said cuttingly, though from the flush in her cheeks and the guilty slide of her eyes, Daniel wondered if maybe she had spontaneously ovulated when she saw Jack all in black leather and rope.
The goa'uld disregarded her comment.
"I have brought you the technical translator you wanted," he said. It was only then that Daniel realized that a human servant was trailing behind the goa'uld. He now stepped forward with a nervous smile.
"He will assist you with anything you need. He is expert at translating scientific terminology between Goa'uld and English. He is also intimately familiar with our data systems and can guide you to whatever topics interest you most. Take whatever notes you wish, and whenever we are not in hyperspace, you may use the Stargate and the M.A.L.P. to send whatever information you like back to the Tauri."
The look of shock on Sam's face was nearly comical. Daniel expected Jack's smug look again, but the goa'uld, if anything, appeared angry.
He turned and stalked over to Teal'c.
"You will not turn my Jaffa, because they have no reason to hate me. My people will not help you to escape. They will not join your rebellion, though I would certainly encourage you to sow whatever seeds of insurrection seemed good to you among the Jaffa of my enemies."
The goa'uld turned to face them all.
"You should know that Col. O'Neill believes that the best way to keep you here is constant vigilance. You are being monitored in real time. Monitors and sensors are watching you constantly, and there are real Jaffa on the other side, all day, all night, every day."
Finally, he turned to Daniel.
There was no doubt about it. He was furious.
"Dr. Jackson, if you will do me the courtesy of joining me at the pel'tak in half an hour. I trust you know your way there, and I won't have to send Jaffa to fetch you."
Then he turned and stalked out of the room.
The goa'uld caught him hard by the waist and spun him to face the pel'tak. He ground his erection hard against Daniel's ass, reaching around to undo the button and zip on his pants. Daniel found himself bent over a the waist, facedown on the control panel, half-naked before he even knew what had happened.
Daniel could feel the gem of the goa'uld's hand device grind into his back where the goa'uld held him firmly between the shoulder blades.
Two saliva slick fingers pushed in and Daniel swore.
"If you want more than spit for lube, you'd better learn to carry something with you." Daniel heard the goa'uld spit, and realized he was slicking himself. Daniel tried to relax, but it was difficult. This was going to hurt.
And it did. Hurt more than he had imagined. He gritted his teeth and bit down on sounds of pain, turning them into curses or non-sounds. He managed to brace his hands on the surface to give himself some leverage, but as soon as he did that the goa'uld growld and kicked at Daniel's feet, spreading his legs as wide apart as possible while his pants still bound his thighs.
The goa'uld didn't hold back his sounds of pleasure. Grunts and groans and little murmured expressions of lust and coarse endearments in a mixture of English and Goa'uld. Daniel was remotely glad, though, that the goa'uld couldn't control Jack's voice in this frenzy.
Daniel wouldn't have to remember Jack doing this to him.
When he was done, he pulled out roughly. The abruptness of it and their position caused his ejaculant to seep back out, slipping down Daniel's inner thigh.
Daniel stood unsteadily, and pulled up his pants. The goa'uld was tucking himself away, rearranging his clothing. The Jaffa guard and pilot of the ship all stood by impassively, pretending not to notice the proceedings.
"Do you know how long I waited for you to return to me last night?" the goa'uld demanded. "I was reduced to relieving myself. Twice. You are my consort. And I will have need of your services. You will not abandon me like that again, or I can make life here very unpleasant for you."
Daniel said nothing as he slowly pulled himself back together. But he knew he didn't have to say anything. Jack was in that goa'uld's head.
When Daniel looked the goa'uld in the eye again, he imagined he could even see the conflict there.
"Get out," the goa'uld finally ordered him.
He walked the ship again, retracing his steps of the previous night, trying new corridors.
Finally he stopped, taking a deep breath and turning to his ever-present Jaffa shadow.
"Clothes? Shower?"
"You'll find everything you need in your quarters," the Jaffa replied. Daniel thought maybe he looked worried.
"Great," he replied. "No thanks." He turned to walk some more.
"Dr. Jackson," the Jaffa ventured, "I can get you back there without meeting any of the rest of SG-1, if that's what you want. And if you will let me station my men inside the suite, they won't be able to tell that you've returned."
"Show me."
The goa'uld came to him after he'd gone to bed again. He came into the dark room and slipped under the covers.
"I'm sorry I was angry earlier," he began. Jack's voice this time.
Daniel said nothing. He didn't react in any way.
"It's difficult for me. I am right on the edge of completely losing control. I realize I hurt you, and I really am sorry." He was pleading. He sounded very, very tired.
He was also all hands.
"We had this conversation about 24 hours ago. It's not going to get you any more sympathy from me now than it did then."
The goa'uld accepted that and stopped trying to apologize. Instead he attempted seduction. Daniel didn't try to hide that he flinched from the goa'uld's attempts at gentle caresses and soft kisses. He finally gave up on all pretext of lovemaking.
"Hands and knees, Daniel," he said quietly.
As a precaution, Daniel had prepared himself, this time. The goa'uld reached for the little compartment above the bed, but he could tell at his first touch that Daniel was ready.
Jack must have gotten that message loud and clear.
"Daniel," he said. The remorse was clear in his tone.
"Just do it and get it over with," Daniel snarled. "And I'd appreciate it if you'd quit trying to pretend to be Jack. Use your own voice, you fucking snake."
It didn't stop him. The goa'uld fucked him anyway. But Daniel took a certain spiteful satisfaction in the fact that it certainly wasn't the romp in the sack he might have been hoping for after Daniel's performance with Jack the last time.
"Are you alright," Sam asked him.
She had been practically bouncing for almost an hour, full of all that she had been able to learn with the help of her assistant, whom Daniel noted absently was also sweet, charming, and very attractive. The goa'uld had certainly seen Sam coming.
"No, I'm not alright. Who knew sleeping with the enemy would be so difficult?"
He hadn't quite meant to say that, but that was how it came out. At least he had the nerve to look her in the eye while he said it. She blushed.
"Has the goa'uld allowed O'Neill to communicate with you?" Teal'c asked.
"Once. Two nights ago. I think Jack's seriously messing with his head. I've never seen a goa'uld in quite the state he's in. Exhausted is the best description. Edgy. Moody – first he's angry and imperious, like every goa'uld you've ever met, then he's apologetic and nervous.
"I don't think we've ever seen that, even in a Tok'ra. Much less in a system lord," Sam said.
"How was Jack?" she asked, after a long pause.
Daniel laughed. It sounded bitter.
"We didn't talk much, honestly. He seemed as well as could be expected under the circumstances. Though at one point he tried to rip his own head open to get the snake out."
The room was quiet a long time after that. SG-1 sat and thought their own separate thoughts.
It had been a week of long nights of sex. Sometimes the goa'uld came to him in the day, as well. It had gotten easier. The goa'uld insisted on using Jack's voice, and Daniel gave in. He felt guilty because of it. Like he was betraying the real Jack. But he let himself give in to the illusion of Jack, and the whole thing was easier. Like that very first night, on the couch.
If he let it be Jack, the sex was good. There had been no repetition of that time at the pel'tak. Daniel came. He allowed himself to be taught to suck. Daniel whispered Jack's name into the sheets, the pillow, the goa'uld's kisses.
And he hated himself more and more each passing day. He didn't know how long he could last like this. Only a week, or a week and a few days, and he wanted to slit his own wrists.
"You're miserable," the goa'uld observed.
The gold in his eyes flared and died back to the familiar deep brown. But he was goa'uld through and through tonight, and his voice resonated with the strange distortion.
"Is there anything I could do to make you happier?"
"Drop us off on the nearest gate world."
"Don't be childish. A real answer, please."
He would regret it.
"You use him against me. You make love to me with his voice. I can smell him on my skin. His fingers touch me. I had his cock down my throat this morning. There's so much of his cum in my belly it's a miracle I'm not pregnant."
"So give me Jack."
The goa'uld was motionless and silent for a long time. Finally, he rolled out of the bed and left.
In all his explorations, Daniel had never been to this area of the ha'tak.
One wall was entirely transparent, showing a breathtaking view of the stars and planet below.
And the room itself was... well...
A garden. Green growing things everywhere. The smell of earth and damp. Surrounding large a rock pool that gurgled like the spring that fed an oasis in the desert. Stone lanterns on the floor lit paths with flickering light.
The goa'uld was watching him closely.
"I appreciate the gesture," Daniel said. "Jack's idea?"
The soil was cool under his palms. Gritty with sand. The moisture of it seeped through the knees of his light trousers. He watched it shift between his fingers as he braced for the first thrust. He felt the heat and pressure. God, he hated it rough and dry. Why bring him to this place, go to the effort, just for this? He took another deep breath of the heavy, moist air.
"Jack, please..." The whisper was so soft, it ought to have been lost in the rustle of the artificial breeze and the lapping of the water against the edges of the pool.
The goa'uld swore. Or Jack did. A hard push sent him face first into the damp earth.
Alone by the oasis, he gave his tears to the captive desert.
The goa'uld didn't touch him. Just stood by the door, wathching him in the dark. Two weeks now.
"This whole thing was a mistake," he said quietly.
Then he left.
Possession, Part 7
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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: This is RAPE people. Not just a little fun, friendly, emotionally-fraught non-con. This is the real thing. Read at your own risk.
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.Previous chapters available here.
The smirk was Jack's smirk. The one that lead Daniel to his most viscious and uncalled-for acts of verbal assault. The one that Sam had so wanted to wipe off Jack's smug face so many times and Daniel knew it was only the threat of courtmartial that kept her from bloodying the nose of a superior officer. He was quite frankly at a loss for how Teal'c had restrained himself for so long.
But tonight, the flush of orgasm hardly faded, Daniel's heart wrenched in his chest. Anger and grief and fear mixed with lust and adrenaline and he was speechless. So he left.
A paramilitary lifestyle had taught him a few things. He hit the floor moving fast, scooped up clothes on the way, and was dressed by the time he passed the remains of thier dinner on the table in the front room. The door opened for him, and he strode out into the ha'tak, just short of a jog, not seeing the goa'uld behind him, shaking his head at the Jaffa who would have stopped him.
He ended up at Teal'c's door. He had been walking the halls and rooms and decks of the vast ship for hours, trailed by a discreet escort of Jaffa. But every door had opened. He had seen cargo bays, death gliders, Jaffa quarters, kitchens, ceremonial rooms, operations rooms - just about everything the ship had to offer, though he had deliberately stayed clear of anyplace he might meet the goa'uld - just noting routes to the pel'tak, but never going for a closer look.
Teal'c stepped aside to let him enter the room. Daniel wondered what time it was in the ship's day. Suddenly he turned back to the Jaffa that had been following him all this time.
"How do we get breakfast in this place?" he asked.
"Just tell me what you wish, and I will relay the message to the kitchens immediately."
Daniel looked at Teal'c.
"Yogurt," Teal'c said obliquely.
Daniel turned back to the Jaffa.
"Eggs, bacon, toast, juice, coffee, yogurt, granola, fruit, and whatever pastries you can come up with. And where's Major Carter?"
"There is a connecting room through here, DanielJackson," Teal'c said from behind him.
"Great! Thanks," he said, and shut the door in the Jaffa's face.
"So what's our next move, then?" Sam asked. She had attacked breakfast with enthusiasm.
"Well, I had a good look around in the last few hours. I'm pretty sure I can get us from point A to point B when the time comes." Daniel, still shaken from his experience the night before, could only manage some fruit on his nervous stomach. The bit of Danish he'd tried had just made him feel queasy.
"When the time comes… I wonder how long it will take for him to let down his guard?" she said thoughtfully.
"Given enough time, I believe that I may be able to persuade members of the crew to join our cause," Teal'c said. He took another spoonful of his yogurt.
"Well, I think we can assume we'll be here a while," said Daniel.
"Meanwhile," continued Sam, "He seems to have given us pretty broad access to the computer databases and libraries on this ship. I tried the terminal in my quarters last night, and I don't think I was denied access to anything."
"Find anything interesting?" Daniel asked.
"Maybe. Almost all of it was in Goa'uld. I could use your help with it, actually. Or maybe he'd even give me a technical translator. I think part of his strategy to keep us here might be giving us this information. I think there's stuff in there about weapons and shields, space travel technology, medical and biological research… Massive amounts of incredibly valuable information at our fingertips, if we stay here long enough to get through it."
"He's offering us something in return for our cooperation," Teal'c said, discreetly licking his spoon.
The door slid open behind him as he poured over the schematic Sam had pulled up on the display panel. She really was going to have to ask for a technical translator. The scientific Goa'uld was well beyond his mastery of the language.
"Wow. Nice outfit," Sam said.
His Lordship must have arrived.
He was all in black. Leather pants, with black studs up the outside seams. A fitted black silk shirt with short sleeves. A tight black vest that was more rope than leather, with intricate lacings up the sides and front. The ribbon device ran around Jack's muscular forearm in it's delicate spiral. The thought occurred to Daniel that if they could ever de-snake him, Jack and Sam would have to work on ways to incorporate the ribbon devices into their field gear. Daniel wondered if Jack could manage a P90 with that thing on.
He looked strong. Lean. Elegant. Dangerous. Beautiful.
All things, Daniel realized, Jack always had been, when he was at his best.
To Daniel's surprise and complete mortification, his dick twitched. Hard.
"I understand from Col. O'Neill that you have a very low opinion of what he thinks of as 'Goa'uld fashion-sense'. This was the first thing I put on that didn't have him doubled over and crying in hysterics." The goa'uld smiled thinly.
"It must be difficult having someone who truly despises you living inside your own head," Sam said cuttingly, though from the flush in her cheeks and the guilty slide of her eyes, Daniel wondered if maybe she had spontaneously ovulated when she saw Jack all in black leather and rope.
The goa'uld disregarded her comment.
"I have brought you the technical translator you wanted," he said. It was only then that Daniel realized that a human servant was trailing behind the goa'uld. He now stepped forward with a nervous smile.
"He will assist you with anything you need. He is expert at translating scientific terminology between Goa'uld and English. He is also intimately familiar with our data systems and can guide you to whatever topics interest you most. Take whatever notes you wish, and whenever we are not in hyperspace, you may use the Stargate and the M.A.L.P. to send whatever information you like back to the Tauri."
The look of shock on Sam's face was nearly comical. Daniel expected Jack's smug look again, but the goa'uld, if anything, appeared angry.
He turned and stalked over to Teal'c.
"You will not turn my Jaffa, because they have no reason to hate me. My people will not help you to escape. They will not join your rebellion, though I would certainly encourage you to sow whatever seeds of insurrection seemed good to you among the Jaffa of my enemies."
The goa'uld turned to face them all.
"You should know that Col. O'Neill believes that the best way to keep you here is constant vigilance. You are being monitored in real time. Monitors and sensors are watching you constantly, and there are real Jaffa on the other side, all day, all night, every day."
Finally, he turned to Daniel.
There was no doubt about it. He was furious.
"Dr. Jackson, if you will do me the courtesy of joining me at the pel'tak in half an hour. I trust you know your way there, and I won't have to send Jaffa to fetch you."
Then he turned and stalked out of the room.
The goa'uld caught him hard by the waist and spun him to face the pel'tak. He ground his erection hard against Daniel's ass, reaching around to undo the button and zip on his pants. Daniel found himself bent over a the waist, facedown on the control panel, half-naked before he even knew what had happened.
Daniel could feel the gem of the goa'uld's hand device grind into his back where the goa'uld held him firmly between the shoulder blades.
Two saliva slick fingers pushed in and Daniel swore.
"If you want more than spit for lube, you'd better learn to carry something with you." Daniel heard the goa'uld spit, and realized he was slicking himself. Daniel tried to relax, but it was difficult. This was going to hurt.
And it did. Hurt more than he had imagined. He gritted his teeth and bit down on sounds of pain, turning them into curses or non-sounds. He managed to brace his hands on the surface to give himself some leverage, but as soon as he did that the goa'uld growld and kicked at Daniel's feet, spreading his legs as wide apart as possible while his pants still bound his thighs.
The goa'uld didn't hold back his sounds of pleasure. Grunts and groans and little murmured expressions of lust and coarse endearments in a mixture of English and Goa'uld. Daniel was remotely glad, though, that the goa'uld couldn't control Jack's voice in this frenzy.
Daniel wouldn't have to remember Jack doing this to him.
When he was done, he pulled out roughly. The abruptness of it and their position caused his ejaculant to seep back out, slipping down Daniel's inner thigh.
Daniel stood unsteadily, and pulled up his pants. The goa'uld was tucking himself away, rearranging his clothing. The Jaffa guard and pilot of the ship all stood by impassively, pretending not to notice the proceedings.
"Do you know how long I waited for you to return to me last night?" the goa'uld demanded. "I was reduced to relieving myself. Twice. You are my consort. And I will have need of your services. You will not abandon me like that again, or I can make life here very unpleasant for you."
Daniel said nothing as he slowly pulled himself back together. But he knew he didn't have to say anything. Jack was in that goa'uld's head.
When Daniel looked the goa'uld in the eye again, he imagined he could even see the conflict there.
"Get out," the goa'uld finally ordered him.
He walked the ship again, retracing his steps of the previous night, trying new corridors.
Finally he stopped, taking a deep breath and turning to his ever-present Jaffa shadow.
"Clothes? Shower?"
"You'll find everything you need in your quarters," the Jaffa replied. Daniel thought maybe he looked worried.
"Great," he replied. "No thanks." He turned to walk some more.
"Dr. Jackson," the Jaffa ventured, "I can get you back there without meeting any of the rest of SG-1, if that's what you want. And if you will let me station my men inside the suite, they won't be able to tell that you've returned."
"Show me."
The goa'uld came to him after he'd gone to bed again. He came into the dark room and slipped under the covers.
"I'm sorry I was angry earlier," he began. Jack's voice this time.
Daniel said nothing. He didn't react in any way.
"It's difficult for me. I am right on the edge of completely losing control. I realize I hurt you, and I really am sorry." He was pleading. He sounded very, very tired.
He was also all hands.
"We had this conversation about 24 hours ago. It's not going to get you any more sympathy from me now than it did then."
The goa'uld accepted that and stopped trying to apologize. Instead he attempted seduction. Daniel didn't try to hide that he flinched from the goa'uld's attempts at gentle caresses and soft kisses. He finally gave up on all pretext of lovemaking.
"Hands and knees, Daniel," he said quietly.
As a precaution, Daniel had prepared himself, this time. The goa'uld reached for the little compartment above the bed, but he could tell at his first touch that Daniel was ready.
Jack must have gotten that message loud and clear.
"Daniel," he said. The remorse was clear in his tone.
"Just do it and get it over with," Daniel snarled. "And I'd appreciate it if you'd quit trying to pretend to be Jack. Use your own voice, you fucking snake."
It didn't stop him. The goa'uld fucked him anyway. But Daniel took a certain spiteful satisfaction in the fact that it certainly wasn't the romp in the sack he might have been hoping for after Daniel's performance with Jack the last time.
"Are you alright," Sam asked him.
She had been practically bouncing for almost an hour, full of all that she had been able to learn with the help of her assistant, whom Daniel noted absently was also sweet, charming, and very attractive. The goa'uld had certainly seen Sam coming.
"No, I'm not alright. Who knew sleeping with the enemy would be so difficult?"
He hadn't quite meant to say that, but that was how it came out. At least he had the nerve to look her in the eye while he said it. She blushed.
"Has the goa'uld allowed O'Neill to communicate with you?" Teal'c asked.
"Once. Two nights ago. I think Jack's seriously messing with his head. I've never seen a goa'uld in quite the state he's in. Exhausted is the best description. Edgy. Moody – first he's angry and imperious, like every goa'uld you've ever met, then he's apologetic and nervous.
"I don't think we've ever seen that, even in a Tok'ra. Much less in a system lord," Sam said.
"How was Jack?" she asked, after a long pause.
Daniel laughed. It sounded bitter.
"We didn't talk much, honestly. He seemed as well as could be expected under the circumstances. Though at one point he tried to rip his own head open to get the snake out."
The room was quiet a long time after that. SG-1 sat and thought their own separate thoughts.
It had been a week of long nights of sex. Sometimes the goa'uld came to him in the day, as well. It had gotten easier. The goa'uld insisted on using Jack's voice, and Daniel gave in. He felt guilty because of it. Like he was betraying the real Jack. But he let himself give in to the illusion of Jack, and the whole thing was easier. Like that very first night, on the couch.
If he let it be Jack, the sex was good. There had been no repetition of that time at the pel'tak. Daniel came. He allowed himself to be taught to suck. Daniel whispered Jack's name into the sheets, the pillow, the goa'uld's kisses.
And he hated himself more and more each passing day. He didn't know how long he could last like this. Only a week, or a week and a few days, and he wanted to slit his own wrists.
"You're miserable," the goa'uld observed.
The gold in his eyes flared and died back to the familiar deep brown. But he was goa'uld through and through tonight, and his voice resonated with the strange distortion.
"Is there anything I could do to make you happier?"
"Drop us off on the nearest gate world."
"Don't be childish. A real answer, please."
He would regret it.
"You use him against me. You make love to me with his voice. I can smell him on my skin. His fingers touch me. I had his cock down my throat this morning. There's so much of his cum in my belly it's a miracle I'm not pregnant."
"So give me Jack."
The goa'uld was motionless and silent for a long time. Finally, he rolled out of the bed and left.
In all his explorations, Daniel had never been to this area of the ha'tak.
One wall was entirely transparent, showing a breathtaking view of the stars and planet below.
And the room itself was... well...
A garden. Green growing things everywhere. The smell of earth and damp. Surrounding large a rock pool that gurgled like the spring that fed an oasis in the desert. Stone lanterns on the floor lit paths with flickering light.
The goa'uld was watching him closely.
"I appreciate the gesture," Daniel said. "Jack's idea?"
The soil was cool under his palms. Gritty with sand. The moisture of it seeped through the knees of his light trousers. He watched it shift between his fingers as he braced for the first thrust. He felt the heat and pressure. God, he hated it rough and dry. Why bring him to this place, go to the effort, just for this? He took another deep breath of the heavy, moist air.
"Jack, please..." The whisper was so soft, it ought to have been lost in the rustle of the artificial breeze and the lapping of the water against the edges of the pool.
The goa'uld swore. Or Jack did. A hard push sent him face first into the damp earth.
Alone by the oasis, he gave his tears to the captive desert.
The goa'uld didn't touch him. Just stood by the door, wathching him in the dark. Two weeks now.
"This whole thing was a mistake," he said quietly.
Then he left.
Possession, Part 7
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Date: 2005-07-21 04:22 pm (UTC)And I told myself I would never read a WIP before, but, guhhh. Stupid RL is interfering! Make RL go away! *^.^*
Can chocolate compel you to write faster?! Or maybe a robot you to fill in for you in RL?
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Date: 2005-07-21 04:44 pm (UTC)*glares at the snake* I hate you. SO glad you're in this story. ;)
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Date: 2005-07-21 05:59 pm (UTC)Thanks!
Date: 2005-07-21 05:59 pm (UTC)Bribes will be accepted, but I make no promises.
I have my teams working on clones and also more hours in the day, in addition to the full head and body transplant and a brainectomy process... You can take on the robot project. :)
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Date: 2005-07-21 06:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-22 01:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-21 08:22 pm (UTC)Angie
A hoe...
Date: 2005-07-22 01:02 am (UTC)Re: A hoe...
Date: 2005-07-24 06:02 am (UTC)Angie
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Date: 2005-07-21 08:32 pm (UTC)Poor Daniel. Poor Jack. Damn.
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Date: 2005-07-22 01:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-22 01:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-22 01:12 am (UTC)What would you expect, being inside the had of someone who DOESN'T WORSHIP YOU?!
Cunning plan *snort* my ass.
OMG! You're killing me!
Date: 2005-07-22 02:08 am (UTC)Re: OMG! You're killing me!
Date: 2005-07-22 02:26 am (UTC)I can practically hear the deal he offered to Jack. I imagine it went something like this: "I'm a kind and loving system lord, so I'm going to take over your body and use your knowledge and skills and, in return, I'll use your body to shag the man you love. Does that work for you?"
How can I resist?
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Date: 2005-07-22 02:31 am (UTC)*cuddles Daniel*
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Date: 2005-07-22 04:51 am (UTC)Thank you so much!
Date: 2005-07-22 11:04 am (UTC)Anyway, was I talking about something?
On the flip side, I have been amazed and gratified at how many LOTR fans have read this just because I posted it here. I'm pleased you've liked it. :)
Funny you say that about AUs. I actually am not violating any Stargate canon with this story. At least, I don't think I am. More like, the mission that went so horribly wrong they acknowledged it to no one...
Possession pt 6
Date: 2007-11-18 09:20 am (UTC):(
The angst-o-meter just climbed into the red for both the guys and it is plain that neither Jack or the Goa'uld are getting any satisfaction from 'any' possession.
I love that you show Jack's apparent influence over the snake and the 'garden' scenes are bitter sweet.