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brainofckThis final chapter is dedicated to zats_clear in honor of her natal day. I'm a little late, but she tells me her birthday is not celebrated by a single day, but rather a season, lasting a full month, so I'm not even pushing the deadline! :D
The WIP is complete! Go! Read, all you WIP fearing sorts!
Title: Bright, Rich, Sweet (6 of 6)
Author:muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck, with special contributions by cocoajava
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill/Samantha Carter/ Teal'c
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A vampire cannot live by (chicken) blood alone. Jack becomes a vampire.
Content/warnings: Does one warn for bloodplay in a vampire story? Het content, Chapter 3 (incocoajava's journal), Chapter 5 and Chapter 6
Words: Final length, 28,000. 3,573 this part.
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, we are certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, we'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. Our journals only.cocoasmut and brainofck
The Matrix: Taste. The Matrix is located here.
Beta: Beta free since '93! (Heh. Just kidding. But this chapter, no beta.) Thanks togreen_grrl and zats_clear for beta services and editorial advice over the course of this piece.
Chapter 5
To start from the beginning, click here for Chapter 1.
"So, how long am I in for this time?" Jack asked the doctor. Jack had three broken ribs, two bullet wounds and a moderately severe concussion, in addition to third degree burns over large areas of his body. It was going to be a long, unpleasant recovery, he was sure. Not to mention that his hunger was fierce. Fraiser's blood was right there in her carotid artery, smelling tart and citrusy.
"Possibly not long," she replied. "I'm moving you to a suite." He averted his eyes from her pulse, refocusing on the infirmary's ceiling tiles. They should put motivational posters up there, he thought, considering the amount of time SG teams spent flat on their backs.
"VIP quarters?" Jack drawled. "Not that I don't appreciate the upgrade…" He hoped she hadn't noticed him staring at her neck.
"Apparently," Fraiser interrupted him, "according to the materials our old friend Gyan gave to Daniel, vampire medicine is all about setting the bones, digging out the bullets, then spending a lot of quality time with your Companion. And possibly every other Companion in the village."
Jack sat up sharply and instantly regretted it, pride and vampire stamina the only things preventing him from collapsing back onto the bed.
"No," he said firmly, not panicking. "No more SG-1 sexual healing. Not Daniel, and not Carter," he whispered in the almost empty infirmary, just to be one hundred percent clear.
Fraiser looked uncertain, possibly persuadable.
"Will Gyan let me go there?"
"Janet, could we have a moment?" Daniel asked from the doorway. Jack felt his hunger throb. His teeth ached for Daniel's rich, dark flavor.
"No," Jack growled, just as Fraiser said, "Of course," and marched to her office, heels clicking.
Daniel pulled up one of the hard plastic chairs and sat by the raised head of Jack's bed. The tie he felt to Daniel, created by the feedings on Zella, made Jack feel dizzy with want.
"Yes, Jack," said Daniel in little more than a murmur. "I know you hate what happened to you. I know you think you shouldn't exploit us, or any of the other people who care about you and want to help you."
Jack wanted to smack the understanding kindness right off Daniel's face, even as some weak, lost part of him deep inside sought to cling to that gentle voice for dear life.
"I'm not feeding on you anymore. Or Carter. Or anybody else. Zella was… I appreciate what you did," he said harshly. "But not again. I have other options. I'll go to Gyan's planet, where I belong."
"Give it a rest, Jack! Let it go! I want to do this," Daniel whispered fiercely. "I want to do it as your friend. But I won't deny I want to do it for the sex, either."
When Jack tried to argue, Daniel slapped his palm over Jack's mouth.
"I want to do this for the chance to really be your Companion," Daniel breathed, so softly that Jack thought he only heard him because of his vampire ears.
"You want me. Not to feed on. As your lover. You already did, before. Didn't you? Gyan kept calling me your "beloved," not your Companion. I want that."
Daniel was blushing furiously as he eased his hand away, freeing Jack to speak again. Everything about Daniel's scent, his stuttering heart beat, his body language, told Jack he was completely sincere.
"I love you, too," Daniel stated simply.
Jack just stared at him, speechless.
Daniel waited, watching him, but after almost a minute of Jack just staring back, Daniel rolled his eyes and stood. Fraiser appeared, as if by magic, pushing a wheelchair.
"Can we get him moved as soon as possible?" Daniel asked needlessly.
"Help me," she ordered.
Teal'c was waiting for them in the hall. He opened the door. The room's lighting was adjusted to the softest setting, warmed by the addition of Teal'c's candles. He heard the distinctive sound of a laptop snicking closed. Carter, sitting propped against a huge pile of pillows, looked sheepish.
Teal'c and Daniel each had him by an arm, urging him out of the chair, taking his weight when his wobbly legs seemed likely to give out on him. Carter was busy resituating the pillows as Daniel's hands slipped under the loose elastic of the infirmary scrubs. Jack was already bare-chested, aside from the tight wrapping around his ribs and shoulder.
Carter had been waiting for them mostly naked, just in unexpectedly pink panties and bra. Watching them guide him to the bed, she looked more worried than seductive. He thought that was probably a reasonable reaction to the cracked, angry burns covering the exposed part of his torso, his arms, his legs. He could feel the lack of elasticity in this face. He was hurting and he was so hungry. He could already taste the bright, clear flavor of her on his tongue, carried in the warm, slight currents of air in the enclosed space of the suite. He tried to do what Daniel – what they all – wanted him to do and get past it. He needed the help she wanted to give him.
"We know you can feed normally on the same person every day," Daniel said. "And from our experience on Zella, we know Teal'c can contribute energy from outside, even if you are not drinking his blood. So we're hoping that you can feed twice a day from us, with Teal'c contributing an extra wallop, and hopefully it will be enough."
"Normal feedings," Jack ground out. In the middle of them, with Zella only hours behind them, with his need so great, he could barely form the words. "What if I don't feed normally? What if I take too much?"
He found himself perched over Carter, Daniel and Teal'c both touching him, but barely supporting him any longer. Carter looked a little alarmed at the three of them hulking over her.
"You gonna be okay with this, Major?" he asked, even as her pulse drew him down inexorably.
"Yes, sir," she replied reflexively. "Though honestly, this whole vampire lust thing is kinda freaking me out." She was radiating a weird combination of anxiety and desire. Jack was sure the second thing could only be the vampire glamour, as he wasn't looking like anybody's dream lover at the moment.
"Nobody answered my other question," he prompted, his lips caressing her skin. He was holding himself back by sheer, fading, willpower, waiting for reassurance they wouldn't let him hurt them.
"Dr. Fraiser has set strict parameters for DanielJackson and MajorCarter's blood pressure, heart rate and temperature, as well as providing other guidelines. It will be my duty to review their health after each encounter," Teal'c rumbled to his right, and that was all Jack could wait to hear, as he applied his fangs to her soft, delicate flesh and took the first sips of her blood.
He was naked, but she wasn't and she wasn't going to be. He could feel the heat of her arousal through the thin fabric of her panties, and he pressed against her clit, rubbing, pleasuring without penetration.
"Holy Hannah," she breathed, her arms and legs wrapping tight around him. Daniel and Teal'c were still touching them both, Teal'c's fingers tangling in Jack's hair, Daniel's hand kneading into Jack's ass. Carter laughed breathlessly, as she had on Zella, pushing back against him. He didn't know why it surprised him to learn that Carter was happy in bed. Not to mention aggressive. She bucked under him, resetting their hips to her satisfaction, then driving hard into his rhythm. He thought she would have flipped them and ridden him, if it hadn't been for his grip on her neck.
Distantly, he heard Teal'c breathe, "Samantha," but it was Daniel who tipped them over, cursing as he climaxed hard on the heels of Teal'c's whisper. Carter laughed in a delighted burble as the three men came in a cascade that slammed into her last. She gave a full-throated yell as Jack seized her orgasm and rode it, drinking through it. An aftershock shook the whole group when Jack finally pulled his teeth away.
Jack rolled to his good side, away from Teal'c. Daniel was braced up on one elbow, breathing hard. Jack was basking in the glow of the power they had released. It defied principles of conservation of energy. He didn't understand how what they did could make them all more, but he could feel that all three of them were brimming over with whatever internal energy it was that drove their glowing auras.
Daniel finally regained enough composure to make his way to the suite's bathroom and bring back a warm, damp wash cloth. He reached across Jack to wipe the fluid from Sam's belly, setting off another wave of bright laughter and a responding grin from Daniel.
"I'm glad you all think this is so funny," Jack groused for the sake of form.
Teal'c stirred from where he had collapsed on the other side of Carter. He began by taking her blood pressure, then her pulse and temperature. He dutifully noted the statistics, moving on to Daniel, then putting the cuff around Jack's unbandaged arm.
"How do they look, T?" Jack asked.
"Within Dr. Frasier's parameters," Teal'c rumbled.
"DanielJackson, if you would?" Teal'c prompted him. Daniel snuffled and jerked upright in response to hearing his own name, blinking guiltily.
"Were you already drooling on me?" Jack asked indignantly.
Daniel just grunted noncommittally in response, taking the stethoscope from Teal'c and finishing up Dr. Fraisier's required statistics-gathering, noting down Teal'c's own blood pressure, pulse, temperature.
"I'm hungry," Carter announced to the room. Recent exsanguinations aside, she got up and started putting clothes on.
"Hey!" Jack protested.
"Samantha," Teal'c admonished her. "Allow me to call for refreshment to be brought."
She made a rude, dismissive noise, waving them both off.
"Yes, room service," Daniel slurred, slumping back, his duties done. "I want pie," he ordered.
"Lemon meringue would be very satisfactory," Teal'c agreed, watching his teammate worriedly. Carter dialed the phone and began a long, complicated conversation with the kitchen that Jack stopped trying to follow, though he noted that it sounded like she scored a whole lemon meringue pie. Jack was drowsing between Daniel, who was already snoring, and Teal'c, who was suspiciously relaxed on his other side.
"Ten minutes," Carter announced, bursting with energy to counter-balance the men's lethargy, finally returning from the living area. She humphed upon seeing them all asleep, or nearly.
"Make space," she growled, prodding Teal'c as she climbed over him to squirm between him and Jack. "And you're getting the door." When Teal'c lifted his head to look at her, raising an eyebrow, she said, "Bite mark," and continued pushing and shoving at them to make herself comfortable.
"This bed is not sufficient for four people," Teal'c complained, as Jack let himself join Daniel in a little nap.
When he woke up he knew it was hours later, though his internal clock was still off and he couldn't say exactly how long. Teal'c and Carter were watching The Empire Strikes Back on the DVD player in the living area. Daniel was still sleeping next to him. Jack was already as hungry again as he usually would be three or four days after. As he turned his head to look at Daniel he found his friend already looking at him with clear eyes.
"How long did we sleep?" Jack asked softly. This close to Daniel, looking into those beautiful eyes, the world fell away and for a moment there was nothing but his Beloved Companion.
Daniel pushed up to squint at the clock on the bedside table.
"Wow. A long time," Daniel murmured. "You're hungry," he added.
"I'm starting to feel like I'm always going to be hungry," Jack said, raising on his own elbows, ignoring his complaining shoulder wound, seeking Daniel's mobile mouth.
"If you hurt yourself, you're going to get me in trouble with Janet," Daniel admonished him, urging him back down, but following avidly after him.
They spent a long time kissing wetly. Jack pushed back against his hunger, indulging in the pure hedonism of tongues and arms and legs and fingers, so unexpected. Daniel loved him. It was a fantasy. It was unrealistic. He wasn't sure what it would mean, but he believed it. Daniel Jackson would not say those particular words if they weren't true.
"What's the best way to do this?" Daniel whispered. It made Jack's heart skip a beat, knowing that, just like him, Daniel didn't want to attract their friends yet. "I think you should stay on your back."
Because of how they had left him in the sun, there were no burns on his back.
"Probably the least strain would be if I blew you," Daniel continued. He was eyeing Jack's erection with a hungry look.
"It seems awkward for the bite," Jack breathed, watching Daniel turning his attention to Jack's cock.
"Sixty-nine," Daniel murmured. "There are good veins down there."
Jack groaned as Daniel climbed over him and closed his mouth around Jack's dick.
Daniel's thighs were either side of Jack's head. His blood was there, and in his red erection, hanging, brushing against Jack's sternum. The need for that blood briefly overwhelmed the amazing feeling of Daniel's mouth on him. He turned his head to the right and drank.
The initial penetration brought a sharp intake of breath from Daniel.
"Sam. Teal'c," Daniel called in a strangled voice. He took Jack in his mouth again, not waiting for them. Jack thought they might both have died from embarrassment to be found this way, if the opening, flooding pleasure of the feeding left any space for that much thought.
Carter and Teal'c didn't try anything fancy. Teal'c lay down next to him, his broad warm back pressing into Daniel's leg and Jack's side and hip. At first he wasn't sure what had become of Carter. Then she threw her leg over Teal'c's knees, foot light against Jack's calf. He thought maybe her hand was somewhere on Daniel's leg. He was also pretty sure the other two were up to something over there, because the power surge was like a goddam vertical takeoff. Daniel was spurting all over Jack's chest, Carter moaned deeply as Teal'c grunted harshly, and Jack came last, releasing his bite just before he shattered into a hundred bright shards and the room faded away.
He woke to Carter shaking him.
"Sir," she was calling insistently. "Colonel? You need to wake up. Daniel didn't stop bleeding."
He jerked fully awake with a shock.
"How long?" he asked sharply.
"Only about a minute. Can you fix this, or do we need to call Janet?" she asked him. He was gratified to see Teal'c already had the phone in his hand. He wasn't fooling around. Good. Safety first.
Jack rolled up to his hands and knees. He was already feeling huge improvement, as if he had been recovering for days, or even a couple of weeks. He was breathing easier around the ribs. The horrifying burns on his hands and arms had faded to tender-looking new pink skin.
Daniel was out cold. Blood was welling slowly from the wound. Daniel wasn't bleeding out by any means – probably the reason Carter thought Jack might be able to resolve this on his own. Jack followed the scent of Daniel's blood and started licking the wound clean. He didn't really know what he did that healed the bite site, whether it was the physical contact or his saliva or something else. As he savored the blood, he placed his hands on Daniel, one over his slowly beating heart, the other on his thigh by the wound. He heard the doctor arrive. She didn’t try to stop him, just started checking Daniel's vitals.
"Sir?" she finally addressed him.
He was pretty sure Daniel was fine. He sat back and let her look. Daniels' skin was almost smooth, the bite even less distinct than the one on Carter's neck.
"Well," the doctor said, looking around at them. "Looks good now." Her eyes fell on Jack appraisingly and he was suddenly very conscious of not having a stitch of clothes on. That must have been a scene to arrive and see: naked colonel, ass in the air, licking inner thigh of naked, unconscious civilian consultant. He had yet new respect for Fraiser's professionalism.
"The burns are healing quickly," she commented. "Since I'm here anyway, let's have a look at you."
Teal'c and Carter were busy taking each other's vitals. Jack tried not to give that a double entendre in his head and simultaneously wondered how this command was going to hold together once they all got done fucking like bunnies to save the damned vampire. The doc peeled away the dressing on his thigh first. Jack had a fair amount of experience with bullet wounds, both his own and other people's, and he didn't need Fraiser to tell him that this one was looking pretty good. She hummed once under her breath, probing the area around the wound with careful fingers, finally leaving it uncovered as she turned her attention to the shoulder. More humming. Jack winced as he realized that his dressing was probably covered with Daniel's cum.
"Lay back, Colonel, let's have a look at those ribs," she ordered him. He did as instructed. He was amazed. Nothing hurt particularly.
Dr. Fraiser broke out into a huge grin.
"Well," she said. "If group sex could just cure all of my patients this way, I'd have the fraternization regs turned on their heads in no time! The gunshot wounds are well on their way to healed with no sign of infection and minimal scarring. The fractures are coming along nicely. And the burns! Just for the sake of burns alone I wish I could bottle this!" She waved a hand vaguely to indicate what they had done for him.
"I'm not going to bother with putting any of this back," she said as she gathered up the discarded bandages and wrappings. "Gyan's instructions are for a minimum of forty-eight hours with your Companion, and I like the safety in numbers here, so I'm going to ask if the volunteers will stay for another day?" Teal'c and Carter both nodded. Daniel was still out cold.
"Thank you. So..." It was as if the doctor had suddenly realized that she was standing in the middle of an interrupted orgy.
He didn't catch them at it, but he woke up after a particularly graphic wet dream covered in his own spunk to find Daniel mounting him, aggressively attacking his mouth.
"Teef!" he protested around Daniel's tongue.
Daniel pulled back a moment, "You're kidding right?" he said breathlessly, before diving back in, rubbing frantically in the slick on Jack's belly. Jack swore Daniel deliberately tongued a fang, the resulting drop of blood a sweet burst of spicy Daniel on Jack's palate. Too sated after their recent feedings to want more, Jack twined their tongues together, willing the hurt away, absorbing the warm glow of Daniel's orgasm as he went rigid and still, then collapsed on Jack's chest.
Jack prodded Carter's limp foot with one toe.
"Next time, get a room, people!" he complained.
The only response was a non-committal grunt from Teal'c.
He looked himself over in the suite bathroom's mirror. He looked better than he had in months. Hell, maybe years. Like some kind of ad for metrosexual skin care products or hair gels or something. Well, no Neutrogena product was going to do this. There was no trace of the burn left. Just healthy, smooth skin to replace it. Hardly a scar to be seen from the gunshots. The ribs were still a little stiff, but he could move and breathe with minimal pain. Seventy-two hours later it was as if Zella had never happened.
He slipped into clothes and left his team sleeping peacefully. He sauntered into the infirmary at 1500. There wasn't much going on; the beds miraculously empty. Fraiser took one look at him and shook her head.
"Hop up on a table, Colonel," she said. "Let me clear you to go home."
Epilogue
Jack sat on the deck and looked out over the yard. They had a pool now. He liked swimming laps at night. Daniel sometimes came out to complain about the mosquitos, though Jack mostly encouraged him to sleep when he wasn't working. The greatroom that was Daniel's library on the second floor overlooked the back yard. Often Jack swam in the light of Daniel's all-nighters.
It was too cold for swimming tonight. Jack had already shut down the pool for winter.
Daniel came up behind him. Jack could smell the dishwater on his hands and the spicy, tangy flavor of Daniel's dinner of homemade cheese enchiladas clinging to his clothes.
"Mission tomorrow," Daniel stated, as if Jack needed reminding. "I'm going up to bed. You coming soon?"
Jack turned to smile at him.
"Soon," he agreed. He turned his eyes back to the stars. Daniel settled into the chair beside him. A warm, comforting presence. Jack reached out and lay his right hand over the pulse in Daniel's wrist. The strong steady beat said home more than anything about their shared residence.
He inhaled another deep breath of Daniel and drifted on the thrum of his beating heart.
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zats_clear in honor of her natal day. I'm a little late, but she tells me her birthday is not celebrated by a single day, but rather a season, lasting a full month, so I'm not even pushing the deadline! :DThe WIP is complete! Go! Read, all you WIP fearing sorts!
Title: Bright, Rich, Sweet (6 of 6)
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck, with special contributions by cocoajava Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill/Samantha Carter/ Teal'c
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A vampire cannot live by (chicken) blood alone. Jack becomes a vampire.
Content/warnings: Does one warn for bloodplay in a vampire story? Het content, Chapter 3 (in
cocoajava's journal), Chapter 5 and Chapter 6Words: Final length, 28,000. 3,573 this part.
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, we are certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, we'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. Our journals only.
cocoasmut and brainofckThe Matrix: Taste. The Matrix is located here.
Beta: Beta free since '93! (Heh. Just kidding. But this chapter, no beta.) Thanks to
green_grrl and zats_clear for beta services and editorial advice over the course of this piece. Chapter 5
To start from the beginning, click here for Chapter 1.
"So, how long am I in for this time?" Jack asked the doctor. Jack had three broken ribs, two bullet wounds and a moderately severe concussion, in addition to third degree burns over large areas of his body. It was going to be a long, unpleasant recovery, he was sure. Not to mention that his hunger was fierce. Fraiser's blood was right there in her carotid artery, smelling tart and citrusy.
"Possibly not long," she replied. "I'm moving you to a suite." He averted his eyes from her pulse, refocusing on the infirmary's ceiling tiles. They should put motivational posters up there, he thought, considering the amount of time SG teams spent flat on their backs.
"VIP quarters?" Jack drawled. "Not that I don't appreciate the upgrade…" He hoped she hadn't noticed him staring at her neck.
"Apparently," Fraiser interrupted him, "according to the materials our old friend Gyan gave to Daniel, vampire medicine is all about setting the bones, digging out the bullets, then spending a lot of quality time with your Companion. And possibly every other Companion in the village."
Jack sat up sharply and instantly regretted it, pride and vampire stamina the only things preventing him from collapsing back onto the bed.
"No," he said firmly, not panicking. "No more SG-1 sexual healing. Not Daniel, and not Carter," he whispered in the almost empty infirmary, just to be one hundred percent clear.
Fraiser looked uncertain, possibly persuadable.
"Will Gyan let me go there?"
"Janet, could we have a moment?" Daniel asked from the doorway. Jack felt his hunger throb. His teeth ached for Daniel's rich, dark flavor.
"No," Jack growled, just as Fraiser said, "Of course," and marched to her office, heels clicking.
Daniel pulled up one of the hard plastic chairs and sat by the raised head of Jack's bed. The tie he felt to Daniel, created by the feedings on Zella, made Jack feel dizzy with want.
"Yes, Jack," said Daniel in little more than a murmur. "I know you hate what happened to you. I know you think you shouldn't exploit us, or any of the other people who care about you and want to help you."
Jack wanted to smack the understanding kindness right off Daniel's face, even as some weak, lost part of him deep inside sought to cling to that gentle voice for dear life.
"I'm not feeding on you anymore. Or Carter. Or anybody else. Zella was… I appreciate what you did," he said harshly. "But not again. I have other options. I'll go to Gyan's planet, where I belong."
"Give it a rest, Jack! Let it go! I want to do this," Daniel whispered fiercely. "I want to do it as your friend. But I won't deny I want to do it for the sex, either."
When Jack tried to argue, Daniel slapped his palm over Jack's mouth.
"I want to do this for the chance to really be your Companion," Daniel breathed, so softly that Jack thought he only heard him because of his vampire ears.
"You want me. Not to feed on. As your lover. You already did, before. Didn't you? Gyan kept calling me your "beloved," not your Companion. I want that."
Daniel was blushing furiously as he eased his hand away, freeing Jack to speak again. Everything about Daniel's scent, his stuttering heart beat, his body language, told Jack he was completely sincere.
"I love you, too," Daniel stated simply.
Jack just stared at him, speechless.
Daniel waited, watching him, but after almost a minute of Jack just staring back, Daniel rolled his eyes and stood. Fraiser appeared, as if by magic, pushing a wheelchair.
"Can we get him moved as soon as possible?" Daniel asked needlessly.
"Help me," she ordered.
Teal'c was waiting for them in the hall. He opened the door. The room's lighting was adjusted to the softest setting, warmed by the addition of Teal'c's candles. He heard the distinctive sound of a laptop snicking closed. Carter, sitting propped against a huge pile of pillows, looked sheepish.
Teal'c and Daniel each had him by an arm, urging him out of the chair, taking his weight when his wobbly legs seemed likely to give out on him. Carter was busy resituating the pillows as Daniel's hands slipped under the loose elastic of the infirmary scrubs. Jack was already bare-chested, aside from the tight wrapping around his ribs and shoulder.
Carter had been waiting for them mostly naked, just in unexpectedly pink panties and bra. Watching them guide him to the bed, she looked more worried than seductive. He thought that was probably a reasonable reaction to the cracked, angry burns covering the exposed part of his torso, his arms, his legs. He could feel the lack of elasticity in this face. He was hurting and he was so hungry. He could already taste the bright, clear flavor of her on his tongue, carried in the warm, slight currents of air in the enclosed space of the suite. He tried to do what Daniel – what they all – wanted him to do and get past it. He needed the help she wanted to give him.
"We know you can feed normally on the same person every day," Daniel said. "And from our experience on Zella, we know Teal'c can contribute energy from outside, even if you are not drinking his blood. So we're hoping that you can feed twice a day from us, with Teal'c contributing an extra wallop, and hopefully it will be enough."
"Normal feedings," Jack ground out. In the middle of them, with Zella only hours behind them, with his need so great, he could barely form the words. "What if I don't feed normally? What if I take too much?"
He found himself perched over Carter, Daniel and Teal'c both touching him, but barely supporting him any longer. Carter looked a little alarmed at the three of them hulking over her.
"You gonna be okay with this, Major?" he asked, even as her pulse drew him down inexorably.
"Yes, sir," she replied reflexively. "Though honestly, this whole vampire lust thing is kinda freaking me out." She was radiating a weird combination of anxiety and desire. Jack was sure the second thing could only be the vampire glamour, as he wasn't looking like anybody's dream lover at the moment.
"Nobody answered my other question," he prompted, his lips caressing her skin. He was holding himself back by sheer, fading, willpower, waiting for reassurance they wouldn't let him hurt them.
"Dr. Fraiser has set strict parameters for DanielJackson and MajorCarter's blood pressure, heart rate and temperature, as well as providing other guidelines. It will be my duty to review their health after each encounter," Teal'c rumbled to his right, and that was all Jack could wait to hear, as he applied his fangs to her soft, delicate flesh and took the first sips of her blood.
He was naked, but she wasn't and she wasn't going to be. He could feel the heat of her arousal through the thin fabric of her panties, and he pressed against her clit, rubbing, pleasuring without penetration.
"Holy Hannah," she breathed, her arms and legs wrapping tight around him. Daniel and Teal'c were still touching them both, Teal'c's fingers tangling in Jack's hair, Daniel's hand kneading into Jack's ass. Carter laughed breathlessly, as she had on Zella, pushing back against him. He didn't know why it surprised him to learn that Carter was happy in bed. Not to mention aggressive. She bucked under him, resetting their hips to her satisfaction, then driving hard into his rhythm. He thought she would have flipped them and ridden him, if it hadn't been for his grip on her neck.
Distantly, he heard Teal'c breathe, "Samantha," but it was Daniel who tipped them over, cursing as he climaxed hard on the heels of Teal'c's whisper. Carter laughed in a delighted burble as the three men came in a cascade that slammed into her last. She gave a full-throated yell as Jack seized her orgasm and rode it, drinking through it. An aftershock shook the whole group when Jack finally pulled his teeth away.
Jack rolled to his good side, away from Teal'c. Daniel was braced up on one elbow, breathing hard. Jack was basking in the glow of the power they had released. It defied principles of conservation of energy. He didn't understand how what they did could make them all more, but he could feel that all three of them were brimming over with whatever internal energy it was that drove their glowing auras.
Daniel finally regained enough composure to make his way to the suite's bathroom and bring back a warm, damp wash cloth. He reached across Jack to wipe the fluid from Sam's belly, setting off another wave of bright laughter and a responding grin from Daniel.
"I'm glad you all think this is so funny," Jack groused for the sake of form.
Teal'c stirred from where he had collapsed on the other side of Carter. He began by taking her blood pressure, then her pulse and temperature. He dutifully noted the statistics, moving on to Daniel, then putting the cuff around Jack's unbandaged arm.
"How do they look, T?" Jack asked.
"Within Dr. Frasier's parameters," Teal'c rumbled.
"DanielJackson, if you would?" Teal'c prompted him. Daniel snuffled and jerked upright in response to hearing his own name, blinking guiltily.
"Were you already drooling on me?" Jack asked indignantly.
Daniel just grunted noncommittally in response, taking the stethoscope from Teal'c and finishing up Dr. Fraisier's required statistics-gathering, noting down Teal'c's own blood pressure, pulse, temperature.
"I'm hungry," Carter announced to the room. Recent exsanguinations aside, she got up and started putting clothes on.
"Hey!" Jack protested.
"Samantha," Teal'c admonished her. "Allow me to call for refreshment to be brought."
She made a rude, dismissive noise, waving them both off.
"Yes, room service," Daniel slurred, slumping back, his duties done. "I want pie," he ordered.
"Lemon meringue would be very satisfactory," Teal'c agreed, watching his teammate worriedly. Carter dialed the phone and began a long, complicated conversation with the kitchen that Jack stopped trying to follow, though he noted that it sounded like she scored a whole lemon meringue pie. Jack was drowsing between Daniel, who was already snoring, and Teal'c, who was suspiciously relaxed on his other side.
"Ten minutes," Carter announced, bursting with energy to counter-balance the men's lethargy, finally returning from the living area. She humphed upon seeing them all asleep, or nearly.
"Make space," she growled, prodding Teal'c as she climbed over him to squirm between him and Jack. "And you're getting the door." When Teal'c lifted his head to look at her, raising an eyebrow, she said, "Bite mark," and continued pushing and shoving at them to make herself comfortable.
"This bed is not sufficient for four people," Teal'c complained, as Jack let himself join Daniel in a little nap.
When he woke up he knew it was hours later, though his internal clock was still off and he couldn't say exactly how long. Teal'c and Carter were watching The Empire Strikes Back on the DVD player in the living area. Daniel was still sleeping next to him. Jack was already as hungry again as he usually would be three or four days after. As he turned his head to look at Daniel he found his friend already looking at him with clear eyes.
"How long did we sleep?" Jack asked softly. This close to Daniel, looking into those beautiful eyes, the world fell away and for a moment there was nothing but his Beloved Companion.
Daniel pushed up to squint at the clock on the bedside table.
"Wow. A long time," Daniel murmured. "You're hungry," he added.
"I'm starting to feel like I'm always going to be hungry," Jack said, raising on his own elbows, ignoring his complaining shoulder wound, seeking Daniel's mobile mouth.
"If you hurt yourself, you're going to get me in trouble with Janet," Daniel admonished him, urging him back down, but following avidly after him.
They spent a long time kissing wetly. Jack pushed back against his hunger, indulging in the pure hedonism of tongues and arms and legs and fingers, so unexpected. Daniel loved him. It was a fantasy. It was unrealistic. He wasn't sure what it would mean, but he believed it. Daniel Jackson would not say those particular words if they weren't true.
"What's the best way to do this?" Daniel whispered. It made Jack's heart skip a beat, knowing that, just like him, Daniel didn't want to attract their friends yet. "I think you should stay on your back."
Because of how they had left him in the sun, there were no burns on his back.
"Probably the least strain would be if I blew you," Daniel continued. He was eyeing Jack's erection with a hungry look.
"It seems awkward for the bite," Jack breathed, watching Daniel turning his attention to Jack's cock.
"Sixty-nine," Daniel murmured. "There are good veins down there."
Jack groaned as Daniel climbed over him and closed his mouth around Jack's dick.
Daniel's thighs were either side of Jack's head. His blood was there, and in his red erection, hanging, brushing against Jack's sternum. The need for that blood briefly overwhelmed the amazing feeling of Daniel's mouth on him. He turned his head to the right and drank.
The initial penetration brought a sharp intake of breath from Daniel.
"Sam. Teal'c," Daniel called in a strangled voice. He took Jack in his mouth again, not waiting for them. Jack thought they might both have died from embarrassment to be found this way, if the opening, flooding pleasure of the feeding left any space for that much thought.
Carter and Teal'c didn't try anything fancy. Teal'c lay down next to him, his broad warm back pressing into Daniel's leg and Jack's side and hip. At first he wasn't sure what had become of Carter. Then she threw her leg over Teal'c's knees, foot light against Jack's calf. He thought maybe her hand was somewhere on Daniel's leg. He was also pretty sure the other two were up to something over there, because the power surge was like a goddam vertical takeoff. Daniel was spurting all over Jack's chest, Carter moaned deeply as Teal'c grunted harshly, and Jack came last, releasing his bite just before he shattered into a hundred bright shards and the room faded away.
He woke to Carter shaking him.
"Sir," she was calling insistently. "Colonel? You need to wake up. Daniel didn't stop bleeding."
He jerked fully awake with a shock.
"How long?" he asked sharply.
"Only about a minute. Can you fix this, or do we need to call Janet?" she asked him. He was gratified to see Teal'c already had the phone in his hand. He wasn't fooling around. Good. Safety first.
Jack rolled up to his hands and knees. He was already feeling huge improvement, as if he had been recovering for days, or even a couple of weeks. He was breathing easier around the ribs. The horrifying burns on his hands and arms had faded to tender-looking new pink skin.
Daniel was out cold. Blood was welling slowly from the wound. Daniel wasn't bleeding out by any means – probably the reason Carter thought Jack might be able to resolve this on his own. Jack followed the scent of Daniel's blood and started licking the wound clean. He didn't really know what he did that healed the bite site, whether it was the physical contact or his saliva or something else. As he savored the blood, he placed his hands on Daniel, one over his slowly beating heart, the other on his thigh by the wound. He heard the doctor arrive. She didn’t try to stop him, just started checking Daniel's vitals.
"Sir?" she finally addressed him.
He was pretty sure Daniel was fine. He sat back and let her look. Daniels' skin was almost smooth, the bite even less distinct than the one on Carter's neck.
"Well," the doctor said, looking around at them. "Looks good now." Her eyes fell on Jack appraisingly and he was suddenly very conscious of not having a stitch of clothes on. That must have been a scene to arrive and see: naked colonel, ass in the air, licking inner thigh of naked, unconscious civilian consultant. He had yet new respect for Fraiser's professionalism.
"The burns are healing quickly," she commented. "Since I'm here anyway, let's have a look at you."
Teal'c and Carter were busy taking each other's vitals. Jack tried not to give that a double entendre in his head and simultaneously wondered how this command was going to hold together once they all got done fucking like bunnies to save the damned vampire. The doc peeled away the dressing on his thigh first. Jack had a fair amount of experience with bullet wounds, both his own and other people's, and he didn't need Fraiser to tell him that this one was looking pretty good. She hummed once under her breath, probing the area around the wound with careful fingers, finally leaving it uncovered as she turned her attention to the shoulder. More humming. Jack winced as he realized that his dressing was probably covered with Daniel's cum.
"Lay back, Colonel, let's have a look at those ribs," she ordered him. He did as instructed. He was amazed. Nothing hurt particularly.
Dr. Fraiser broke out into a huge grin.
"Well," she said. "If group sex could just cure all of my patients this way, I'd have the fraternization regs turned on their heads in no time! The gunshot wounds are well on their way to healed with no sign of infection and minimal scarring. The fractures are coming along nicely. And the burns! Just for the sake of burns alone I wish I could bottle this!" She waved a hand vaguely to indicate what they had done for him.
"I'm not going to bother with putting any of this back," she said as she gathered up the discarded bandages and wrappings. "Gyan's instructions are for a minimum of forty-eight hours with your Companion, and I like the safety in numbers here, so I'm going to ask if the volunteers will stay for another day?" Teal'c and Carter both nodded. Daniel was still out cold.
"Thank you. So..." It was as if the doctor had suddenly realized that she was standing in the middle of an interrupted orgy.
He didn't catch them at it, but he woke up after a particularly graphic wet dream covered in his own spunk to find Daniel mounting him, aggressively attacking his mouth.
"Teef!" he protested around Daniel's tongue.
Daniel pulled back a moment, "You're kidding right?" he said breathlessly, before diving back in, rubbing frantically in the slick on Jack's belly. Jack swore Daniel deliberately tongued a fang, the resulting drop of blood a sweet burst of spicy Daniel on Jack's palate. Too sated after their recent feedings to want more, Jack twined their tongues together, willing the hurt away, absorbing the warm glow of Daniel's orgasm as he went rigid and still, then collapsed on Jack's chest.
Jack prodded Carter's limp foot with one toe.
"Next time, get a room, people!" he complained.
The only response was a non-committal grunt from Teal'c.
He looked himself over in the suite bathroom's mirror. He looked better than he had in months. Hell, maybe years. Like some kind of ad for metrosexual skin care products or hair gels or something. Well, no Neutrogena product was going to do this. There was no trace of the burn left. Just healthy, smooth skin to replace it. Hardly a scar to be seen from the gunshots. The ribs were still a little stiff, but he could move and breathe with minimal pain. Seventy-two hours later it was as if Zella had never happened.
He slipped into clothes and left his team sleeping peacefully. He sauntered into the infirmary at 1500. There wasn't much going on; the beds miraculously empty. Fraiser took one look at him and shook her head.
"Hop up on a table, Colonel," she said. "Let me clear you to go home."
Epilogue
Jack sat on the deck and looked out over the yard. They had a pool now. He liked swimming laps at night. Daniel sometimes came out to complain about the mosquitos, though Jack mostly encouraged him to sleep when he wasn't working. The greatroom that was Daniel's library on the second floor overlooked the back yard. Often Jack swam in the light of Daniel's all-nighters.
It was too cold for swimming tonight. Jack had already shut down the pool for winter.
Daniel came up behind him. Jack could smell the dishwater on his hands and the spicy, tangy flavor of Daniel's dinner of homemade cheese enchiladas clinging to his clothes.
"Mission tomorrow," Daniel stated, as if Jack needed reminding. "I'm going up to bed. You coming soon?"
Jack turned to smile at him.
"Soon," he agreed. He turned his eyes back to the stars. Daniel settled into the chair beside him. A warm, comforting presence. Jack reached out and lay his right hand over the pulse in Daniel's wrist. The strong steady beat said home more than anything about their shared residence.
He inhaled another deep breath of Daniel and drifted on the thrum of his beating heart.
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Date: 2009-11-01 03:16 am (UTC)