Possession, Part 8
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brainofckTitle: Possession, Part 8 (of 9? 10? Close to the end...)
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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: None. Argh. Or maybe for melodrama. This chapter... I dunno... ;)
Spoilers: MINOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON THREE - not that you couldn't see it coming 100 miles away... I know. Look. I just finished Season 3 last week. We're still out there, we newbies...
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.
"I don't know what to say." Daniel began to get to his feet.
And to his surprise, found himself flat on his back in the sand when Jack swept his knees and pounced.
Except not Jack. Eyes glowed over him like two novas against the background of stars.
"Why don't you say that you want him?" the goa'uld growled. "Why don't you tell him that when you come, you call his name? Even when I was ready to punish you again, you didn't beg me to stop. You begged him to stop me."
Daniel's heart was racing. He'd never seen the goa'uld this angry. Crouched over him, snarling. Daniel was intensely aware of the ribbon device snaking around Jack's arm. He knew first-hand what those could do.
"Tell him you don't want me, but you do want him."
Then the scowl turned to panicky confusion and Jack leapt back off him again.
"Whoa!" He yelped, stumbling to his feet and trying to get his bearings.
Daniel stayed where he was. Just shut his eyes and listened to Jack mutter to himself, barely audible. Something was going on inside his head. Daniel could guess.
"Did he decide to share after all?" Daniel asked.
"Daniel?"
The sound of that voice was so frightened and small, that Daniel was scrambling over the damp sandy soil towards his friend before he even thought about it.
But Jack kept his distance, backing away hastily, and Daniel didn't follow him.
"What have I been doing to you?!" Jack sounded horrified.
Daniel knelt helplessly in the sand as Jack moved away from him, as if Daniel were some sort of wild animal Jack didn't want to frighten.
"Jack, I looked into Sha're's eyes while Amonet tried to burn my brain out of my skull. I, of all people, know how to tell the difference between a goa'uld and a host."
Jack shook his head.
"No. There's a difference, Daniel. Sha're didn't want you to die. She didn't want to kill you. But the fucking goddamned snake in my head knows what I want, doesn't he?"
Their eyes met across the sand, and Daniel saw all his own feelings reflected on Jack's face - anger, frustration, humiliation, fear.
What was Daniel supposed to say?
He knew what he should say, of course. But he couldn't look Jack in the eye when he said it. He sat back on his heels and his eyes fell to the dark water and the reflected stars.
And he couldn't make himself say anything.
The silence was filled with the lapping of the ringlets in the pond and the rustle of the undergrowth.
Daniel finally looked up into the glowing eyes of the goa'uld.
He was smiling Jack's hard, cynical smile.
Then a Jaffa stepped out of the greenery, startling them both.
"Master, they're asking for you," he said.
The goa'uld nodded curtly and gestured to Daniel.
"I want him nearby, in case we need him," the goa'uld ordered.
"Before we can move forward, you need to send Dr. Jackson back through this Stargate," Hammond demanded.
"That point is not negotiable," the goa'uld replied calmly. "The release of Major Carter and the shol'vah was my gesture of good faith. Dr. Jackson stays with me until I'm certain that you will complete your part of the agreement."
"I want to see him before I agree to any further cooperation with you," Hammond stated. He didn't sound surprised, but he did sound angry.
The goa'uld nodded to a Jaffa, who immediately left the room.
"Have the Tokra considered my proposal?"
"Yes, they have agreed. The arrangements are under way. We are all relieved and grateful that you would go to this effort. We are very interested in trying to ensure that this goes smoothly."
The goa'uld nodded.
"I'd like to extend my apologies to the Tauri, and SG-1 in particular, for my rash actions. Perhaps when the procedure is complete we will have an opportunity to discuss a relationship more acceptable to you."
They were interrupted by Daniel's entry.
"Dr. Jackson!" General Hammond said warmly. "It's good to see you! How are you?"
"Worried," Daniel replied. "Are Teal'c and Maj. Carter there with you, sir?"
"Yes, they are," Hammond paused, then continued in a more serious tone.
"Maj. Carter has informed of the conditions of your captivity, Dr. Jackson. I am inclined to make a formal protest on your behalf."
Daniel felt himself go pale.
"No," he replied, shocked at how calm he sounded. "I don't think that's necessary, sir. The situation has changed since Maj. Carter left."
A formal protest would mean that the sordid details of the last few weeks would become a matter of record. Assuming they ever de-snaked him, it could put an end to Jack's career, and very possibly finish Daniel's own participation in the Stargate program. In the best case, he doubted if they would ever be able to work together again. He knew the fraternization rules and what they were for. If what had happened between him and Jack on this mission became common knowledge, Daniel was sure the general would be forced to split the team.
"Very well, Dr. Jackson. However, I would like to remind you, sir, that Dr. Jackson is your prisoner, and I expect him to be accorded the rights and protections that would be offered to any prisoner of war."
The goa'uld smiled Jack's nastiest smile.
"General Hammond. You know so little about the customs of the goa'uld. Dr. Jackson has been accorded courtesies and privileges that would never be expected by a Jaffa captured by the enemy. They would expect to die slowly, after their symbiotes were ripped out and slaughtered before their eyes. In the context, I think you can see that my treatment of Dr. Jackson has been exemplary."
There was silence in the room.
"I'm ready to discuss the finer points of our plans," the goa'uld finally said to the M.A.L.P. His Jaffa escort ushered Daniel out of the room.
Daniel had fallen asleep on the couch, the tablet resting on his chest. He was awakened by the door opening.
"Hey."
Daniel blinked. Jack?
"Jack, what's going on?" he asked groggily.
"I have no idea, but Sam sent us Chinese again," Jack said, dumping the bags on the table.
"Nice," Daniel replied, sitting up and scrubbing at his tired eyes. He hadn't been sleeping well.
"Surely he's told you why you get to talk to me twice in one day?" Daniel insisted.
Jack looked up from dishing out food onto the plates already set at the table.
"Oh. That. Do you like this stuff with the shrimp and lobster?" He scooped pork fried rice onto Daniel's plate.
"Yes. That. Jack?" He caught Jack's wrist and took the box of Double Happiness away, spearing a large piece of lobster with a chopstick.
Jack looked guilty.
"As best I can tell, snakeboy has made some sort of agreement with Gen. Hammond. We're leaving the ha'tak in the morning for a meeting down on the planet down there, and you are apparently staying here to be sure that the General holds up his end of the bargain, whatever that might be."
The queasy feeling was back. Suddenly the rich smell of the seafood was more than Daniel could face. He set the little box down carefully and walked back over to flop onto the couch.
"You don't eat anymore," Jack said. "It really bugs snakeboy," he gestured toward his own head with the chopsticks. "You stopped as soon as we got here."
"Nerves. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop," Daniel replied, rubbing his eyes again. "Sometimes it does. Sometimes it doesn't." Daniel shrugged.
Jack set down the Szechwan string beans and licked his fingers as he walked across the room. He stood over Daniel, looking down at him worriedly. Finally, he sighed and settled on the edge of the sofa. Daniel shifted over to make room for him.
"Daniel," he began.
"Don't start, Jack," Daniel said quietly.
"Alright," Jack said. He stared down at his hands. Smirked at the mu gu gai pan smudged on the stone of the ribbon device. He licked it off. He got up again and wandered back over to the table for his plate and brought it back.
"But if I'm not supposed to start, we have to do something. Here," he picked up a piece of baby corn and offered it to Daniel on the end of his chopsticks.
Daniel turned his head away. The garlic smell made his stomach turn.
"Come on," Jack insisted, "if you eat, you'll feel better."
Daniel gave him a sidelong look, then reluctantly let himself be fed the bite of vegetable.
Jack grinned and scooped up a bite of fried rice for himself.
Daniel moved to get up from the sofa, but Jack stopped him with a chopstick full of lo mein.
"I know it's your favorite," he said, sounding slightly menacing to Daniel, who was still not convinced that eating was a good idea.
Daniel opened his mouth to protest that he could feed himself, if Jack would just let him go get his plate, and Jack stuffed the noodles in.
Daniel glared and chewed.
"It's more fun this way," Jack assured him with a grin.
"Fine," Daniel said grudgingly, and sat back on the couch. But then Jack sprung up. Then turned and pointed at him.
"Stay," he ordered.
Jack went back to the bags and pulled out a couple of sweating bottles of Tsingtao. With another snicker to himself, he popped the lids with the thumb guard of the ribbon device, and snagged Daniel's plate on the way back. He handed Daniel a bottle and peered at the hand device.
"I wonder if I can break this thing?"
Daniel just chuckled and took a swallow of the beer.
So Jack fed him and they drank Sam's Tsingtao, and Daniel felt better. Better than he had in days, in fact.
Now they were sitting with two fresh bottles, Daniel's feet in Jack's lap, Daniel just the other side of drunk, and Jack contemplating the ribbon device.
"You know what sucks about having a snake in your head?" Jack asked suddenly.
"I can imagine a lot of things that would suck about it," Daniel replied. "You have something specific in mind?"
"I'm not even buzzed," Jack complained.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think as soon as I try to stand up we're going to find out that I'm drunk enough for both of us."
Jack smirked.
"Yeah. I was noticing that. Anyway, how am I supposed to make a drunken pass at you if I can't get drunk?"
Daniel blinked at him.
"You were starting on the apology and guilt thing earlier. What changed your mind?" Daniel asked, shifting restlessly.
"You told me not to start…" Jack tried for his most brazen, shameless grin, but Daniel, even drunk as he was, could tell that Jack was working at this. Trying to find new footing. Trying to find a way to be friends again now that they were something else.
"Alright. So I guess the responsibility for making a drunken pass falls to me, then," Daniel said.
Daniel sat up and carefully set his bottle on the floor. The room was a little wobbly. Not too bad. Then he carefully and deliberately crawled into Jack's lap.
"You are drunk enough for both of us," Jack laughed. Daniel scowled down at him as he took off his glasses and laid them on the table.
"I'm not that drunk," he said, then he leaned down and kissed him. A long, lush, sloppy kiss. Jack melted into it. Daniel liked this position. It gave him leverage, Jack was at his mercy, and with his knees splayed wide, it put certain parts of his anatomy in a very interesting position relative to certain parts of Jack's anatomy. Daniel was already wishing there were fewer clothes in the way.
His fingers went to the laces of Jack's vest, and with practiced efficiency began working them loose. Jack laughed.
"Daniel!" he protested, and caught Daniel's wrists.
"What?"
"I'm not taking advantage of you while you're this drunk."
"I'm not…"
"Yes. You are. Besides, this is our first date. Shouldn't we be doing first date type stuff? Stay up all night eating Chinese food and watching movies. Maybe make out on the couch. A little groping. I don't see you being the kind of girl who puts out on the first date."
Jack was teasing him gently, but his smile was sweet.
"The problem with that argument," Daniel said, trying to get his arms free to continue his work on the laces, "Is that this is not our first date, and I actually did put out, as I hope you recall."
"Nah. That was the snake, pimping you out…"
Daniel laughed at that.
He tried for a deep, resonant baritone, reaching as low as he could go.
"Hey, flyboy, check out this nice little piece of archaeologist ass! Twenty-three languages, and those are just the ones he can list on his Tauri resume. Imagine what he can do with that tongue." Daniel snickered at his own joke.
"Alright, maybe I am drunk," he conceded. He quit fighting Jack's hold on his arms and kissed him again.
After long minutes, Jack let him go. One hand wandered up to gently touch Daniel's cheek, slipping back to trace his ear and wind its way into his hair. The other came to rest on Daniel's hip. Daniel groaned as warm fingers wndered under the hem of his shirt and Jack's palm pressed lightly into his lower back.
Under the circumstances, Daniel felt it was unreasonable to expect him to have any self-control whatsoever. His hands found their way back to Jack's clothes almost of their own accord.
"Daniel!"
"I don't feel like this is our first date, Jack," Daniel protested, as Jack caught his hands again. "I feel like you're shipping out tomorrow and you're not coming back."
"Come on, Daniel. That's why the snake's leaving you here. You're the insurance policy. Gen. Hammond's not going to take me out while they've got you as a hostage."
Daniel thought about that statement for a minute or two. Prevented from undoing the vest, Daniel leaned forward to idly explore Jack's ear with his tongue. He found that breathing gently over the damp shell sent shudders all through Jack's body, pinned under him. When he dipped his tongue into Jack's ear canal, tasting bitter wax, Jack groaned and shoved him off, laughing breathlessly.
"I'm not so sure about that, Jack," Daniel continued, somewhat out of breath himself. "There have always been priorities more important than the lives of any one of us. It's possible that you are a big enough security risk that they'd give me up, if it meant they could neutralize you."
Jack still had him by the wrists. Daniel slid back off his lap and got to his feet, tugging Jack up after him.
"But that's not what worries me," he continued, drawing Jack towards the door to his bedroom. "I'm worried that when you go, you'll be gone for good." He thought this through and realized he really was much more drunk than he thought. He was making no sense at all.
Jack was resisting been led to bed. He brought Daniel up short and wrapped his arms around him.
"That doesn't seem very likely," Jack said. "You know these snakes. They like their big ships. We'll be back." Jack's fingers were tangling in Daniel's hair again. Jack tugged his head back for another long, sweet kiss.
"What if…" Daniel finally managed, "What if the snake comes back, but you don't."
Jack paused where he was nuzzling back behind Daniel's ear. He straightened up slowly and looked hard at Daniel.
"The other night, the goa'uld told me this was all a mistake. I think he's given up on trying to use you as a host." Jack looked like he was considering this.
"Come to bed, Jack," Daniel said, in what he realized was an echo of their first night together. "You're not coming back from this trip tomorrow. Torranach is. If I ever see you again, it'll probably be back at the SGC, and everything will be different then."
This time, Jack allowed himself to be pulled through the doors separating Daniel's sleeping area from the rest of his quarters.
Crossing the threshold took them back to that first night again. Daniel saw the same reluctance on Jack's face. Knowing what would happen, Daniel made another attempt at untying the vest. But when Jack tried to stop him this time, Daniel set his feet, twisted his hips, and pulled hard.
With a yelp, Jack lost his balance, and Daniel gave him a push that landed Jack squarely on the bed. Daniel chortled triumphantly and followed him, but Jack was quick. He caught Daniel almost mid-leap, and somehow, Daniel found himself on his back looking up at Jack again. Only this time, it stayed Jack.
"I already told you, I'm not taking advantage of you while you're drunk," Jack insisted.
Daniel stared up at him in disbelief.
"How can you not understand what is happening here, Jack?" Daniel demanded. "The snake was right about me. I don't want him. But I do want you. And he's about to take you away from me. I want something good to come out of this before you go, Jack."
Jack took a deep breath.
"If he's really going down to the planet tomorrow to get free of me and move to a new host," Jack said quietly, "It doesn't really make any sense for him to keep you here, does it?"
"He's planning to hold on to you, isn't he? He's not going to ever let you leave?"
"Maybe," Daniel agreed, "That's the thought that occurred to me."
"We won't leave you here, Daniel."
"Why don't you just quit being so noble and principled and fuck me into next week?"
"Maybe we can come to a compromise," Jack finally said. He was reaching across the bed to the little doors in the headboard again. A different door this time. One that Daniel hadn't found before.
Jack pulled out two loops.
"Jack…"
"Daniel…"
One loop over his right wrist, and then caught in a clasp on the headboard.
Second loop over his left wrist, and wound through another clasp.
"The compromise requires that you behave," Jack admonished him.
"Alright," Daniel agreed.
Jack had a certain genius for torture, Daniel thought.
Kissing had led to groping. Groping had led to more thorough explorations, and now Daniel lay helpless and half naked, and Jack was propped up on an elbow next to him, apparently trying to decide what to do next.
"You're so good at this," Jack said, his voice husky. Daniel held out some hope that this was as difficult for Jack as it was for him, and that Jack would eventually crack under the strain. Couldn't hurt to be hopeful.
"At what? Being tied up, squirming and at your mercy?" he asked.
"That, too."
Then Jack dipped his head, and ran a tentative, feathery light tongue along the side of Daniel's cock.
"Please," he begged. Jack looked up at him, and for a man fully dressed and in total control, he looked completely debauched. Flushed, lips swollen and wet, eyes dark and wild, breathless.
"I have to have something hard inside me, right now. You know you want to, Jack."
Jack crawled up his body and kissed him. Daniel could taste salt and his own flavor on Jack's mouth.
But the kiss made the craving to be penetrated worse, not better.
"Jack, please. Please…" Daniel was begging. He arched his back and neck to see what Jack was doing and almost cried in relief to see him open the little door that hid the jar of balm.
"I'm going to let your arms loose, now. Daniel. Are you paying attention? I'm going to untie you, but you have to do exactly what I say."
His arms were free.
Jack lifted him by one knee.
"Help me, Daniel," he said.
Daniel caught his own calves with his forearms, and waited.
The touch of cool slick fingers made him sob. The press of first one, then two digits was excruciating. Jack seemed to know exactly where to rub. Maybe the goa'uld was helping him. But Jack had a patience for drawing it out that the goa'uld had never shown. In - carefully and as deep as he could reach. Out - in long pulls that seemed to last an eternity, every one drawing a whimper from his lover. In and out over and over until Daniel couldn't breathe.
Then another warm-slick hand wrapped around Daniel's cock and pumped him 'til he came in a splatter over his own belly.
Daniel fell asleep with Jack wrapped around him.
Possession, Part 9
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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: None. Argh. Or maybe for melodrama. This chapter... I dunno... ;)
Spoilers: MINOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON THREE - not that you couldn't see it coming 100 miles away... I know. Look. I just finished Season 3 last week. We're still out there, we newbies...
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.
"I don't know what to say." Daniel began to get to his feet.
And to his surprise, found himself flat on his back in the sand when Jack swept his knees and pounced.
Except not Jack. Eyes glowed over him like two novas against the background of stars.
"Why don't you say that you want him?" the goa'uld growled. "Why don't you tell him that when you come, you call his name? Even when I was ready to punish you again, you didn't beg me to stop. You begged him to stop me."
Daniel's heart was racing. He'd never seen the goa'uld this angry. Crouched over him, snarling. Daniel was intensely aware of the ribbon device snaking around Jack's arm. He knew first-hand what those could do.
"Tell him you don't want me, but you do want him."
Then the scowl turned to panicky confusion and Jack leapt back off him again.
"Whoa!" He yelped, stumbling to his feet and trying to get his bearings.
Daniel stayed where he was. Just shut his eyes and listened to Jack mutter to himself, barely audible. Something was going on inside his head. Daniel could guess.
"Did he decide to share after all?" Daniel asked.
"Daniel?"
The sound of that voice was so frightened and small, that Daniel was scrambling over the damp sandy soil towards his friend before he even thought about it.
But Jack kept his distance, backing away hastily, and Daniel didn't follow him.
"What have I been doing to you?!" Jack sounded horrified.
Daniel knelt helplessly in the sand as Jack moved away from him, as if Daniel were some sort of wild animal Jack didn't want to frighten.
"Jack, I looked into Sha're's eyes while Amonet tried to burn my brain out of my skull. I, of all people, know how to tell the difference between a goa'uld and a host."
Jack shook his head.
"No. There's a difference, Daniel. Sha're didn't want you to die. She didn't want to kill you. But the fucking goddamned snake in my head knows what I want, doesn't he?"
Their eyes met across the sand, and Daniel saw all his own feelings reflected on Jack's face - anger, frustration, humiliation, fear.
What was Daniel supposed to say?
He knew what he should say, of course. But he couldn't look Jack in the eye when he said it. He sat back on his heels and his eyes fell to the dark water and the reflected stars.
And he couldn't make himself say anything.
The silence was filled with the lapping of the ringlets in the pond and the rustle of the undergrowth.
Daniel finally looked up into the glowing eyes of the goa'uld.
He was smiling Jack's hard, cynical smile.
Then a Jaffa stepped out of the greenery, startling them both.
"Master, they're asking for you," he said.
The goa'uld nodded curtly and gestured to Daniel.
"I want him nearby, in case we need him," the goa'uld ordered.
"Before we can move forward, you need to send Dr. Jackson back through this Stargate," Hammond demanded.
"That point is not negotiable," the goa'uld replied calmly. "The release of Major Carter and the shol'vah was my gesture of good faith. Dr. Jackson stays with me until I'm certain that you will complete your part of the agreement."
"I want to see him before I agree to any further cooperation with you," Hammond stated. He didn't sound surprised, but he did sound angry.
The goa'uld nodded to a Jaffa, who immediately left the room.
"Have the Tokra considered my proposal?"
"Yes, they have agreed. The arrangements are under way. We are all relieved and grateful that you would go to this effort. We are very interested in trying to ensure that this goes smoothly."
The goa'uld nodded.
"I'd like to extend my apologies to the Tauri, and SG-1 in particular, for my rash actions. Perhaps when the procedure is complete we will have an opportunity to discuss a relationship more acceptable to you."
They were interrupted by Daniel's entry.
"Dr. Jackson!" General Hammond said warmly. "It's good to see you! How are you?"
"Worried," Daniel replied. "Are Teal'c and Maj. Carter there with you, sir?"
"Yes, they are," Hammond paused, then continued in a more serious tone.
"Maj. Carter has informed of the conditions of your captivity, Dr. Jackson. I am inclined to make a formal protest on your behalf."
Daniel felt himself go pale.
"No," he replied, shocked at how calm he sounded. "I don't think that's necessary, sir. The situation has changed since Maj. Carter left."
A formal protest would mean that the sordid details of the last few weeks would become a matter of record. Assuming they ever de-snaked him, it could put an end to Jack's career, and very possibly finish Daniel's own participation in the Stargate program. In the best case, he doubted if they would ever be able to work together again. He knew the fraternization rules and what they were for. If what had happened between him and Jack on this mission became common knowledge, Daniel was sure the general would be forced to split the team.
"Very well, Dr. Jackson. However, I would like to remind you, sir, that Dr. Jackson is your prisoner, and I expect him to be accorded the rights and protections that would be offered to any prisoner of war."
The goa'uld smiled Jack's nastiest smile.
"General Hammond. You know so little about the customs of the goa'uld. Dr. Jackson has been accorded courtesies and privileges that would never be expected by a Jaffa captured by the enemy. They would expect to die slowly, after their symbiotes were ripped out and slaughtered before their eyes. In the context, I think you can see that my treatment of Dr. Jackson has been exemplary."
There was silence in the room.
"I'm ready to discuss the finer points of our plans," the goa'uld finally said to the M.A.L.P. His Jaffa escort ushered Daniel out of the room.
Daniel had fallen asleep on the couch, the tablet resting on his chest. He was awakened by the door opening.
"Hey."
Daniel blinked. Jack?
"Jack, what's going on?" he asked groggily.
"I have no idea, but Sam sent us Chinese again," Jack said, dumping the bags on the table.
"Nice," Daniel replied, sitting up and scrubbing at his tired eyes. He hadn't been sleeping well.
"Surely he's told you why you get to talk to me twice in one day?" Daniel insisted.
Jack looked up from dishing out food onto the plates already set at the table.
"Oh. That. Do you like this stuff with the shrimp and lobster?" He scooped pork fried rice onto Daniel's plate.
"Yes. That. Jack?" He caught Jack's wrist and took the box of Double Happiness away, spearing a large piece of lobster with a chopstick.
Jack looked guilty.
"As best I can tell, snakeboy has made some sort of agreement with Gen. Hammond. We're leaving the ha'tak in the morning for a meeting down on the planet down there, and you are apparently staying here to be sure that the General holds up his end of the bargain, whatever that might be."
The queasy feeling was back. Suddenly the rich smell of the seafood was more than Daniel could face. He set the little box down carefully and walked back over to flop onto the couch.
"You don't eat anymore," Jack said. "It really bugs snakeboy," he gestured toward his own head with the chopsticks. "You stopped as soon as we got here."
"Nerves. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop," Daniel replied, rubbing his eyes again. "Sometimes it does. Sometimes it doesn't." Daniel shrugged.
Jack set down the Szechwan string beans and licked his fingers as he walked across the room. He stood over Daniel, looking down at him worriedly. Finally, he sighed and settled on the edge of the sofa. Daniel shifted over to make room for him.
"Daniel," he began.
"Don't start, Jack," Daniel said quietly.
"Alright," Jack said. He stared down at his hands. Smirked at the mu gu gai pan smudged on the stone of the ribbon device. He licked it off. He got up again and wandered back over to the table for his plate and brought it back.
"But if I'm not supposed to start, we have to do something. Here," he picked up a piece of baby corn and offered it to Daniel on the end of his chopsticks.
Daniel turned his head away. The garlic smell made his stomach turn.
"Come on," Jack insisted, "if you eat, you'll feel better."
Daniel gave him a sidelong look, then reluctantly let himself be fed the bite of vegetable.
Jack grinned and scooped up a bite of fried rice for himself.
Daniel moved to get up from the sofa, but Jack stopped him with a chopstick full of lo mein.
"I know it's your favorite," he said, sounding slightly menacing to Daniel, who was still not convinced that eating was a good idea.
Daniel opened his mouth to protest that he could feed himself, if Jack would just let him go get his plate, and Jack stuffed the noodles in.
Daniel glared and chewed.
"It's more fun this way," Jack assured him with a grin.
"Fine," Daniel said grudgingly, and sat back on the couch. But then Jack sprung up. Then turned and pointed at him.
"Stay," he ordered.
Jack went back to the bags and pulled out a couple of sweating bottles of Tsingtao. With another snicker to himself, he popped the lids with the thumb guard of the ribbon device, and snagged Daniel's plate on the way back. He handed Daniel a bottle and peered at the hand device.
"I wonder if I can break this thing?"
Daniel just chuckled and took a swallow of the beer.
So Jack fed him and they drank Sam's Tsingtao, and Daniel felt better. Better than he had in days, in fact.
Now they were sitting with two fresh bottles, Daniel's feet in Jack's lap, Daniel just the other side of drunk, and Jack contemplating the ribbon device.
"You know what sucks about having a snake in your head?" Jack asked suddenly.
"I can imagine a lot of things that would suck about it," Daniel replied. "You have something specific in mind?"
"I'm not even buzzed," Jack complained.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think as soon as I try to stand up we're going to find out that I'm drunk enough for both of us."
Jack smirked.
"Yeah. I was noticing that. Anyway, how am I supposed to make a drunken pass at you if I can't get drunk?"
Daniel blinked at him.
"You were starting on the apology and guilt thing earlier. What changed your mind?" Daniel asked, shifting restlessly.
"You told me not to start…" Jack tried for his most brazen, shameless grin, but Daniel, even drunk as he was, could tell that Jack was working at this. Trying to find new footing. Trying to find a way to be friends again now that they were something else.
"Alright. So I guess the responsibility for making a drunken pass falls to me, then," Daniel said.
Daniel sat up and carefully set his bottle on the floor. The room was a little wobbly. Not too bad. Then he carefully and deliberately crawled into Jack's lap.
"You are drunk enough for both of us," Jack laughed. Daniel scowled down at him as he took off his glasses and laid them on the table.
"I'm not that drunk," he said, then he leaned down and kissed him. A long, lush, sloppy kiss. Jack melted into it. Daniel liked this position. It gave him leverage, Jack was at his mercy, and with his knees splayed wide, it put certain parts of his anatomy in a very interesting position relative to certain parts of Jack's anatomy. Daniel was already wishing there were fewer clothes in the way.
His fingers went to the laces of Jack's vest, and with practiced efficiency began working them loose. Jack laughed.
"Daniel!" he protested, and caught Daniel's wrists.
"What?"
"I'm not taking advantage of you while you're this drunk."
"I'm not…"
"Yes. You are. Besides, this is our first date. Shouldn't we be doing first date type stuff? Stay up all night eating Chinese food and watching movies. Maybe make out on the couch. A little groping. I don't see you being the kind of girl who puts out on the first date."
Jack was teasing him gently, but his smile was sweet.
"The problem with that argument," Daniel said, trying to get his arms free to continue his work on the laces, "Is that this is not our first date, and I actually did put out, as I hope you recall."
"Nah. That was the snake, pimping you out…"
Daniel laughed at that.
He tried for a deep, resonant baritone, reaching as low as he could go.
"Hey, flyboy, check out this nice little piece of archaeologist ass! Twenty-three languages, and those are just the ones he can list on his Tauri resume. Imagine what he can do with that tongue." Daniel snickered at his own joke.
"Alright, maybe I am drunk," he conceded. He quit fighting Jack's hold on his arms and kissed him again.
After long minutes, Jack let him go. One hand wandered up to gently touch Daniel's cheek, slipping back to trace his ear and wind its way into his hair. The other came to rest on Daniel's hip. Daniel groaned as warm fingers wndered under the hem of his shirt and Jack's palm pressed lightly into his lower back.
Under the circumstances, Daniel felt it was unreasonable to expect him to have any self-control whatsoever. His hands found their way back to Jack's clothes almost of their own accord.
"Daniel!"
"I don't feel like this is our first date, Jack," Daniel protested, as Jack caught his hands again. "I feel like you're shipping out tomorrow and you're not coming back."
"Come on, Daniel. That's why the snake's leaving you here. You're the insurance policy. Gen. Hammond's not going to take me out while they've got you as a hostage."
Daniel thought about that statement for a minute or two. Prevented from undoing the vest, Daniel leaned forward to idly explore Jack's ear with his tongue. He found that breathing gently over the damp shell sent shudders all through Jack's body, pinned under him. When he dipped his tongue into Jack's ear canal, tasting bitter wax, Jack groaned and shoved him off, laughing breathlessly.
"I'm not so sure about that, Jack," Daniel continued, somewhat out of breath himself. "There have always been priorities more important than the lives of any one of us. It's possible that you are a big enough security risk that they'd give me up, if it meant they could neutralize you."
Jack still had him by the wrists. Daniel slid back off his lap and got to his feet, tugging Jack up after him.
"But that's not what worries me," he continued, drawing Jack towards the door to his bedroom. "I'm worried that when you go, you'll be gone for good." He thought this through and realized he really was much more drunk than he thought. He was making no sense at all.
Jack was resisting been led to bed. He brought Daniel up short and wrapped his arms around him.
"That doesn't seem very likely," Jack said. "You know these snakes. They like their big ships. We'll be back." Jack's fingers were tangling in Daniel's hair again. Jack tugged his head back for another long, sweet kiss.
"What if…" Daniel finally managed, "What if the snake comes back, but you don't."
Jack paused where he was nuzzling back behind Daniel's ear. He straightened up slowly and looked hard at Daniel.
"The other night, the goa'uld told me this was all a mistake. I think he's given up on trying to use you as a host." Jack looked like he was considering this.
"Come to bed, Jack," Daniel said, in what he realized was an echo of their first night together. "You're not coming back from this trip tomorrow. Torranach is. If I ever see you again, it'll probably be back at the SGC, and everything will be different then."
This time, Jack allowed himself to be pulled through the doors separating Daniel's sleeping area from the rest of his quarters.
Crossing the threshold took them back to that first night again. Daniel saw the same reluctance on Jack's face. Knowing what would happen, Daniel made another attempt at untying the vest. But when Jack tried to stop him this time, Daniel set his feet, twisted his hips, and pulled hard.
With a yelp, Jack lost his balance, and Daniel gave him a push that landed Jack squarely on the bed. Daniel chortled triumphantly and followed him, but Jack was quick. He caught Daniel almost mid-leap, and somehow, Daniel found himself on his back looking up at Jack again. Only this time, it stayed Jack.
"I already told you, I'm not taking advantage of you while you're drunk," Jack insisted.
Daniel stared up at him in disbelief.
"How can you not understand what is happening here, Jack?" Daniel demanded. "The snake was right about me. I don't want him. But I do want you. And he's about to take you away from me. I want something good to come out of this before you go, Jack."
Jack took a deep breath.
"If he's really going down to the planet tomorrow to get free of me and move to a new host," Jack said quietly, "It doesn't really make any sense for him to keep you here, does it?"
"He's planning to hold on to you, isn't he? He's not going to ever let you leave?"
"Maybe," Daniel agreed, "That's the thought that occurred to me."
"We won't leave you here, Daniel."
"Why don't you just quit being so noble and principled and fuck me into next week?"
"Maybe we can come to a compromise," Jack finally said. He was reaching across the bed to the little doors in the headboard again. A different door this time. One that Daniel hadn't found before.
Jack pulled out two loops.
"Jack…"
"Daniel…"
One loop over his right wrist, and then caught in a clasp on the headboard.
Second loop over his left wrist, and wound through another clasp.
"The compromise requires that you behave," Jack admonished him.
"Alright," Daniel agreed.
Jack had a certain genius for torture, Daniel thought.
Kissing had led to groping. Groping had led to more thorough explorations, and now Daniel lay helpless and half naked, and Jack was propped up on an elbow next to him, apparently trying to decide what to do next.
"You're so good at this," Jack said, his voice husky. Daniel held out some hope that this was as difficult for Jack as it was for him, and that Jack would eventually crack under the strain. Couldn't hurt to be hopeful.
"At what? Being tied up, squirming and at your mercy?" he asked.
"That, too."
Then Jack dipped his head, and ran a tentative, feathery light tongue along the side of Daniel's cock.
"Please," he begged. Jack looked up at him, and for a man fully dressed and in total control, he looked completely debauched. Flushed, lips swollen and wet, eyes dark and wild, breathless.
"I have to have something hard inside me, right now. You know you want to, Jack."
Jack crawled up his body and kissed him. Daniel could taste salt and his own flavor on Jack's mouth.
But the kiss made the craving to be penetrated worse, not better.
"Jack, please. Please…" Daniel was begging. He arched his back and neck to see what Jack was doing and almost cried in relief to see him open the little door that hid the jar of balm.
"I'm going to let your arms loose, now. Daniel. Are you paying attention? I'm going to untie you, but you have to do exactly what I say."
His arms were free.
Jack lifted him by one knee.
"Help me, Daniel," he said.
Daniel caught his own calves with his forearms, and waited.
The touch of cool slick fingers made him sob. The press of first one, then two digits was excruciating. Jack seemed to know exactly where to rub. Maybe the goa'uld was helping him. But Jack had a patience for drawing it out that the goa'uld had never shown. In - carefully and as deep as he could reach. Out - in long pulls that seemed to last an eternity, every one drawing a whimper from his lover. In and out over and over until Daniel couldn't breathe.
Then another warm-slick hand wrapped around Daniel's cock and pumped him 'til he came in a splatter over his own belly.
Daniel fell asleep with Jack wrapped around him.
Possession, Part 9
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Date: 2005-07-29 03:50 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2005-07-29 04:37 am (UTC)I don't know if I should be worried, a bit squicked, or completely turned on.
Hoping RL lets you get ch. 9 up soonest.
I thought I was being pretty good...
Date: 2005-07-29 10:40 am (UTC)Re: I thought I was being pretty good...
Date: 2005-07-29 01:55 pm (UTC)Yup, squicked was the wrong word. "Scared like a little girl" was really the correct term.
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Date: 2005-07-29 10:59 am (UTC)Angie
Sneaky snakey
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Date: 2005-07-29 12:21 pm (UTC)DANIEL!!!Chinese food, yep!Excellent chapter! And rowr hot, much more so cause it's Jack and not Snakeface. *hisses at snake*
Dinner is served
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Date: 2005-07-30 02:04 am (UTC)Creeping up on them
Date: 2005-07-30 10:49 am (UTC)That's one thing I like about Daniel as a character, though. He's got his eyes open, and he's not afraid of what he will see, either in the universe or in himself. I think I've written his character in canon. He *would* be able to make the distinction between host and goa'uld, and keep his reaction to them separate. (
Re: Creeping up on them + pt 8
Date: 2007-11-19 06:23 am (UTC)And...all this goes to prove that the snake may control the body, but that is the extent of his 'control'. So, neena, neena!
PS - "Jack had a certain genius for tortur" Oh yeah!!!!