Title: CHIEF OF HEAVEN 2: Trial by Fire
Author: Joolz
Feedback: If you like J [email protected]
Genre: Slash/Het
Rating: NC-17
Parinings: Jack/Daniel, Sam/Teal’c
Category: Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Established
Relationships
Date: February, 2002
Status: Complete
Series: Sequel to CHIEF OF HEAVEN: The Portal
Season/Spoilers: 5,
reference to Enemies, Threshold, a few other tiny ones
Synopsis: When the team meets Min in person, each is
pushed to the edge. And beyond.
Notes: Many thanks to lovely betas Catspaw and
Sharon Graves, who were very patient and understanding when I was freaking out
about this one.
Warnings: language; one torture scene; intense,
challenging sexual situations; graphic m/m and m/f sex; angst and more angst
Disclaimer: Not my lovely characters, just playing with
them and being careful not to damage them too much.
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CHIEF OF HEAVEN 2: Trial by Fire
By Joolz
Jack knew that it was
going to be another briefing about Min, and was determined to behave himself
this time. He thought he’d probably
gotten all that out of his system by now, and besides, what other surprises
could there possibly be?
Also, Jack was a lot
mellower these days, so much so that people were commenting on it. He was getting funny looks when instead of
scathing sarcastic comments, he responded with smiles and supportive praise. If he kept this up, everyone on base was
going to figure out he was in love and having the best sex of his life, and
then it wouldn’t be long till the coin dropped about with whom. Maybe a little intentional ragging here and
there would be in order. --I can do
that. For a good cause and all.--
The object of his
obsession walked in with his usual assortment of papers and gadgets and
proceeded to scatter them all over his section of the table. God, that man was cute. Adorable.
Cuddly. Hot. --Whoa there, tongue back in mouth. We’re going for ‘Good old Jack’ here, not pod
person softie.--
He drawled, “So you need
some help with y’r pencil case there, Daniel?”
The scientist just looked
puzzled.
--Lame, O’Neill. Pathetic.
The kid’s really taken your edge off.
Hadn’t foreseen this particular problem.--
General Hammond cleared
his throat and began, “Dr. Jackson, I understand you have some more information
regarding the Goa’uld Min. I trust
everyone will be on their most professional behavior during this discussion.” He sent a warning glance around the
table.
“Yes, General. You all recall that I reported that the
temple we found on T5R-169 contained very little information.” They nodded.
“Well, I was wrong about that.”
Sam was surprised. “I thought that aside from the, er,
instructions on the door, there wasn’t anything else written there.”
“There wasn’t. There were no other clear symbols or
language, but that doesn’t mean there was no message.”
Daniel dimmed the lights
and brought a picture up on the screen.
It showed the ceiling of the sanctuary with the starry design on a blue
background. “This, I believe, is a note
telling us where they went.”
“Care to explain that,
Doctor?”
“Egyptian art was very controlled, with no
place for free artistic expression. They
considered a work to be a great success if it was identical to the other
paintings or carvings that had come before it.
Normally, this kind of night sky painting has evenly spaced, orderly
stars. This one breaks that
tradition.” Daniel zoomed in on one
portion of the ceiling. “See how the
stars are loosely grouped together in what appears to be a cluster? Compare that pattern to this.” Another image appeared alongside the painted
stars. It was one of the gate symbols,
and the similarity was noticeable if you connected the dots.
Jack grinned, “Damn,
Daniel, you’re good. Takes me back to
the old days, you seeing the constellations in the gate glyphs.”
“Well, it was a bit easier
this time, I’ve been looking at these symbols for years now.”
“Yes, it does.” A picture of the entire ceiling came up
alongside a set of seven glyphs. “I’ve
already checked the computer, and this isn’t an address we’ve come across
before. It isn’t on the Abydos
Cartouche, nor is it one of the ones Jack gave us from the Ancients.”
“And you’re suggesting SG1
follow this up? We don’t know what you
would find over there. It could well be
a Goa’uld stronghold.”
“That’s just it. We don’t know. I’m not insisting that we go. I mean, whether Min is there or not I don’t
know what strategic advantage we could obtain.
But that’s the point of what we do.
We go to new worlds to find out who and what is there, and this is no
different. Except that it’s possible the
other Goa’uld don’t know this address, which means there might be some
technology that they haven’t scavenged yet.
And if we did go we’d have a better idea of what to expect than we
usually do.”
Teal’c spoke,
“DanielJackson may be correct. I never
heard of Min in all my years with Apophis, so if he is still alive then he may
be in hiding. If he or his people went
to this planet, they may continue in isolation there.”
O’Neill raised his
eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders at the General. “Your call, sir.”
Daniel nodded, and Sam
offered, “We’ll get right on it, sir.”
The General looked
piercingly at her. “And I want utmost
care taken with anything you people might bring back. I will not tolerate a repeat of the last
fiasco. Understood?”
The woman paled. “Yes sir, perfectly.”
Jack shot her yet another
look to say ‘I’m sorry I got you into this’.
She’d done as he requested and turned on the ‘Hard-On Generator’ for a
brief time in the SGC. The General had
not been amused. Not in the
slightest. She hadn’t had a dressing
down like that since she’d been a cadet.
Jack wished he could have taken the flak for her, and had indeed tried,
but alien technologies were her responsibility, and in the General’s
unambiguous opinion she should have used better judgment.
If he’d been able to take
the heat on it, Jack definitely would have thought the little episode
worthwhile. The uncontrollable arousal
the men on base had experienced was very effective in curbing the sniggers and
jokes that had been following SG1 around for days. Not to mention the unspeakable photo
manipulations!
“All right, people, we’ll
see what you find and make the call then.
You’re dismissed.”
General Hammond left the
room but SG1 remained seated.
Jack asked, “Is anyone a
little nervous about looking up old Min again?
I mean, it worked out pretty well in the end last time, but he’s
obviously someone who pushes the envelope in terms of socially acceptable
behavior. Even if it’s only some of his
followers there, they could be, you know, friendlier than your average native.”
They thought about it for
a minute. At last Teal’c spoke, “We shall have to be exceedingly cautious if
this mission is approved. I do not wish
a recurrence of our previous experience.
My body is mine alone to use or share as I choose. I do not appreciate being manipulated in such
a fashion.”
O’Neill agreed. “I’m with you on that. Just so we all know what the stakes are…”
Daniel affirmed, “We’ll be careful,” and Sam nodded in
conformity.
“Then let’s go see what
there is to see.”
**********************************
The gate engaged without
delay when the new coordinates were entered.
The remote reconnaissance devices revealed a panorama surprisingly
distinct from T5R-169. Where the
previous planet had been an exuberant tropical jungle, the new one appeared
more like a highly landscaped urban park.
The Stargate was located in the midst of a large square of green, neatly
trimmed grass, set in smooth paving stones like a decorative ornament.
Groups of people were
scattered about on the grass, which was bordered by graceful marble buildings
accented with clumps of trees and small flower beds. The people, who seemed to have been lounging
or playing games, reacted to the activation of the Gate and the appearance of
the MALP with surprise, exclaiming excitedly and pointing, but without
fear.
The SGC techs sent through
the UAV to get a wider view of the area, and the images revealed more of the
same kinds of attractive structures set into pleasing greenery. Half a kilometer away the buildings became
larger, more official looking, and beyond that was a single sprawling complex
surrounded by a low wall.
The overflight generated
more interest on the part of the locals, and the group observing from the SGC
was able to get a good look at many of them.
The people appeared to come in all sizes, shapes and colors, and were
wearing loose, summery clothing. There
were some small motorized people carriers in use on the winding walkways, but
no sign of larger transport vehicles.
The readings pouring in
from the MALP indicated perfectly breathable atmosphere, with signs of light
industrialization. There were no Jaffa
in evidence, and no signs of Goa’uld style architecture.
Watching through the video
link as a small group cautiously approached the MALP for a better look, Daniel
commented, “Well, we’ve certainly announced ourselves. Maybe we’d better go say hello in person.”
*************************************
Jack entered the locker
room and found his Daniel changing clothes before the mission. Peering quickly around the facility he determined
that they were alone. Hmmm, his Daniel
was showing quite a bit of skin just at the moment. The scientist stood, stepped into his combat
trousers and began to pull them up, but Jack shmoozed on up behind him and
breathed onto the back of his neck, “Hey there, gorgeous.”
Daniel shivered and
scolded over his shoulder, “Not at the office, dear, you know the rules.”
“Made to be broken.”
“Not this one.”
Jack ignored him and slid
his fingers under the waistband of Daniel’s briefs and ran them back and forth
sensually across the skin at the top of his buttocks.
“Jaaack!”
O’Neill pulled the elastic
of the waistband away and released it with a snap before moving his hand lower to
cup a cheek through the soft cotton. He
murmured suggestively, “Maybe later I can straighten your straps for you.”
“God, Jack, would you
stop!”
The older man leered over
his shoulder at the growing evidence of the effect he was having, “My, my. Look who’s come out to play. If you go out in the hall with that much of
your assets on display you’ll definitely be considered a hazard, and I might
have to discipline you. I’d better take
some preemptive action.”
Daniel was holding his
pants at thigh level and belatedly tried to finish pulling them on, but Jack’s
hands were in the way.
Suddenly the locker room
door opened, and Jack jumped away trying to look casual. Thank god, it was only Teal’c. The Jaffa narrowed his eyes at the pair, and
Daniel joined him by turning and glaring at his CO accusingly, pants now
securely buttoned and zipped.
Jack sighed loudly. “I know, I know, not on base. But can’t a guy have a little fun once in a
while?”
Teal’c admonished,
“O’Neill, I am familiar with the regulations regarding personal conduct to
which you are subject. If you continue
to behave inappropriately, you will have ample time in a jail cell during which
to amuse yourself. Is that your intent?”
Jack sighed again, more
sincerely. “Okay, I’m sorry.” He included both the men in his apology,
serious now. “It just…it just takes a
little getting used to, is all.”
Daniel’s expression
softened. “I know, but if we aren’t
going to let anything come between us, it’s going to take willpower and
focus. Concentrate on what’s important
here. That’s us, but that’s also the big
picture. So keep it in your pants at
work, Jack, and keep your mind out’a mine.”
O’Neill nodded and soberly
went to his own locker and changed clothes.
He really hoped that he could adjust to the new game plan. He hoped they all could. Carter and Teal’c were now definitely an
item, as were he and Daniel. It was so
soon, though. It had been less than a
month since that life changing visit to 169, and they had yet to settle into a
new team dynamic anywhere near as seamless as before. They were overcautious about appearances on
the one hand, and on the other sometimes they still slipped up, and he knew he
was the worst. He worried, and he
suspected the others did too, that the new arrangement wasn’t going to work
out. It was one thing to say that what
everyone else at the SGC didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, including General
Hammond. It was another to live and
breathe in violation of the regs he’d sworn to uphold. Jack thought that he would be willing to say
to hell with how their team was supposed to be, if he were sure that how
it was could still get the job done.
He thought about his
team. Carter was still the same, still
brilliant and caring. Teal’c was still
wise and strong. Daniel was still a leap
ahead of everyone else, and he himself was still damn lucky to have this
job. But it was like too much of the
personal stuff between them had shifted too fast, and they were trying to catch
up. They just had to find a way
through this.
--Willpower and focus.
Concentrate. It’ll have to be enough.--
***********************************
Teal’c waited for Samantha
to emerge from her turn in the locker room.
As she came out the door she looked up from fastening her vest, saw him
standing there leaning against the wall, and her face lit up. He let his own joy project back to her
through his sparkling eyes. Teal’c
couldn’t fault O’Neill for his enthusiasm, young love was a heady thing, but it
was necessary for its outward manifestations to be much more subtle.
So this couple limited
themselves to grinning foolishly at each other in the hallway. If anyone asked, they could say they were
merely sharing the latest Jaffa joke.
After a moment, they turned and began the walk to the Stargate. Neither spoke, but their laughing eyes were
never long parted.
Teal’c continued to be
amazed that the fates had seen fit to grant him such a boon, the regard of this
amazing female. He was unsure what such
an intelligent, beautiful, and passionate woman saw in him, a simple warrior,
but see something she did. O’Neill often
said that the ways of scientists were strange and incomprehensible, and perhaps
this was the explanation.
Anyway, Teal’c recalled
with wonder that night on T5R-169, when he had sat in their tent struggling and
failing to find his way into kel’noreem, only to be pulled back to the present
moment by a soft touch on his cheek. He
had opened his eyes to find her golden haired, blue eyed face floating before
his own. Tentatively, unsure of his
reaction, she had spoken words that he himself had longed to articulate. She had spoken of her growing attraction to
him, and of her concern for what consequences it might bring, but also of her
desire to share that night with him.
He had responded by
telling her of his feelings, assuring her that he did not need the assistance
of Min to express his appreciation of her, and that it needn’t be for just one
night. He had enfolded her in his arms,
lowered her gently to the ground, and slowly they had explored the familiar yet
new territory of their bodies. The first
time had been almost reverent. The
second almost violent. It was a
territory only partially mapped, the pleasure of discovery constant.
Teal’c thought that the
other half of SG1 had perhaps been preparing for their union for some
time. Not so himself and
SamanthaCarter. He had had
responsibilities only recently resolved by Drey’auc’s official termination of
their marriage. Samantha’s personal life
had been in turmoil for years, due to a series of tragedies and
misunderstandings.
They had found in each
other an unexpected oasis in the pain and loneliness of their lives. Now they walked side by side down the halls
of the SGC as so often before, their years of mutual respect and quiet
friendship transformed into elation in the presence of the other.
They approached the heavy
steel doors leading to the gateroom.
“Are you prepared, SamanthaCarter?”
That smile again. “Always, Teal’c. You know it.”
************************************
Daniel and Jack waited at
the bottom of the ramp for the rest of the team to arrive. Jack moved around in front of Daniel, and
fiddled with the straps of his pack.
Just for an instant, Jack allowed a message to appear in his eyes. It said, ‘Even if I can’t show you now, know
that you’re loved, oh archaeologist mine.’
Daniel’s eyes lit up and he clamped down on a smile as he quickly
glanced away, then turned as the door opened.
When Sam and Teal’c walked in, they looked like two cats who’d swallowed
canaries, and they probably thought they were being discreet. Daniel imagined that if it were possible to
harness the energy shooting around between the four of them, it would probably
be more powerful than a naquadah generator.
Jack grinned at the new
arrivals. “Nice of you to join us!”
“It is our pleasure,
O’Neill.”
“I’m sure it is.”
The amplified voice of the
man standing in the Control Room sounded out loud and clear. “SG1, are you ready to go?”
Jack called back, “Yes,
sir. Ready as we’ll ever be.”
“Activating dialing
sequence now. Good luck, people.”
The giant ring began its
rotation.
Going to this planet had
been Daniel’s idea. Why then did he feel
so nervous about it? Why did he have the
urge to call up to them to abort the dial-out, forget it, we’re not going? Everything checked out on the recon, so what
was the problem?
Min. Min was the problem. It didn’t look like there was Goa’uld
influence on this planet, but what if they were wrong? Goa’uld were always bad news. They tended to try and kill Jack. Or himself.
Or Sam, or Teal’c. He was really
not feeling up to one of those encounters right now.
The wormhole engaged and
they walked up the ramp. It’s not like
backing out was an option. They were
SG1. They would boldly go where angels
feared to tread. Jack disappeared into
the event horizon followed closely by Sam.
Teal’c was waiting for Daniel to proceed, so he took a last breath and
stepped through himself.
After the usual wild ride,
he stepped out on the other end. The
scene was much like they’d last seen it.
It was a sunny day, and quite a few people were approaching, leaving
their leisure activities in favor of the new arrivals.
Jack looked back at him,
“Daniel, you’re on.”
Daniel stepped forward and
called out to the group of men, women and children, “Hello! I’m Daniel Jackson, from the planet
Earth. Can you understand me?”
One man answered
graciously, “Yes, and welcome to Ahkmim.
Blessings be upon the travelers.”
On the surface that
sounded encouraging, but not necessarily.
In addition to being a human sexual fertility god, one of Min’s other
aspects was the protector of travelers.
And Ahkmim was one of Min’s holy sites in Egypt.
He continued, “This is Jack O’Neill, Samantha Carter and
Teal’c. We’ve come to learn about your
world and share knowledge. Is there
someone specific we should speak with?
Your leaders or scholars?”
The crowd, now numbering
at least twenty, had closed in around SG1.
A woman answered, “Our Adored One
will wish to greet you himself. We will
take you to him.”
Jack spoke up, “Your
adored one?”
Another woman answered,
“Yes, you will have the great fortune of receiving the personal attention of
the Most High.” The group began to move,
herding the team along with them. They
walked past the DHD toward the edge of the green space.
Jack tried to get their
attention. “Hold on now. Tell us a little more about this adored one.”
The crowd kept them
moving. It wasn’t hostile, rather pleased
and friendly, however the only way they could have resisted the forward
momentum was with physical force.
A man responded,
ecstatically, “The Adored One cares for us.
He provides us with the bounty of life, so that we never want for
anything. He gives us pleasure and
abundance. He is powerful but merciful.”
Jack growled a question,
“Daniel?”
Daniel looked back at
him. “I don’t know!” He turned to the people beside him. “Is your Adored One a human man?”
The first woman answered,
“A man, yes. Yet so much more. You are most fortunate to be received by
him.”
“Does he have a name?”
“Our Adored One is called
Min.”
The four stopped in their
tracks. Jack called out, “That’s
it! Back to the gate.”
The archaeologist
thought, --I knew it, I knew it. Damn Goa’uld are everywhere we go! Maybe we can still get out of this.--
Daniel tried to smooth it
over, “I’m afraid we can’t stay today.
We need to go home, but we’ll return another day to meet with Min. We’ll bring appropriate gifts to honor
him.” They tried to turn back, but the
crowd, which had now grown, wouldn’t budge.
“Oh, no. That won’t be possible. The High One has asked that all visitors be
brought before him to receive his blessing.
You are most honored to be granted this personal audience. Our Lord is great and loving and wise.”
Jack brought up his gun,
Sam and Teal’c followed suit. Jack
snapped, “No, really. The man said not
today, and not today it is. Stand back
and let us pass.”
As the team tried to force
their way through, the crowd closed ranks.
A man spoke, “I do not understand.
Why do you resist the blessing?”
Jack had gone deadly
serious. “Because we need to go home
right now. Thanks for the hospitality,
but don’t try to stop us.”
Another man asked, “You
refuse to come?”
“That’s right, now let us
through.”
The man shook his head
sadly, and raised his hand. Across the
palm was a metallic device.
Sam called a warning, “Be careful, that’s a…!”
Then in the middle of a
bright, sunny day, all went dark.
********************************
Sam awoke lying on the
floor. It wasn’t a cold, dark dungeon as
she would have expected, but a pleasant airy room with oversized cushions
spread over the floor, one of which was tucked under her head. The Colonel was already up and prowling
around the room. Teal’c was lying at her
feet, beginning to stir, and Daniel sprawled to one side. They didn’t have their weapons or packs.
She blinked and pulled
herself up. O’Neill noticed her movement
and came over to squat beside Teal’c. As
he shook the Jaffa’s shoulder he asked her, “Okay, Carter?”
“Yes, sir. I think so.”
Teal’c’s large hand shot
up and wrapped itself around Jack’s wrist.
“I am awake, O’Neill.”
“Good.” He stood and walked over to Daniel, but
didn’t immediately kneel beside him.
Jack looked around the room again, like he was expecting something to
jump out at them, then nudged Daniel’s hip with the toe of his boot. Sam suspected he was trying to avoid showing
favoritism, so as to not give the enemy something to use against them. Excellent point, duly noted.
She glanced briefly at
Teal’c as she stood up, just to be sure he was okay, then turned away and
scanned the room again. “Well, this is
an unusual Goa’uld holding cell.”
“Ya think? C’mon, Danny, up and at ‘em.”
The younger man groaned
and rolled over on his side to avoid the prodding foot, then jerked to a
sitting position. His eyes were wide
behind his glasses as he looked around.
“Min. We were captured and
brought to Min.”
“That’s my rocket
scientist. Oh, sorry. Carter’s the rocket scientist. You figured it out anyway, though. Congratulations.”
Great. If the Colonel was snapping at Daniel, he
must be plenty worried. Not that she
wasn’t.
The door slid open, and an
entourage of scantily dressed men and women flowed in, bearing trays and
jugs. They moved around SG1 as though
they weren’t there, arranging cushions on the floor surrounding a display of
food and drink. Then they disappeared
back out the door they had entered.
As the last one passed, a
tall man stepped into the room. He
looked young, maybe mid twenties, and had olive skin, long dark hair and
startling green almond shaped eyes. His
body was slim yet muscular, and they could easily see most of it. He wore only a long split skirt of a
clinging, semi-transparent material which was largely open in the front
revealing his long legs as he walked.
His physical appearance together with a powerful charismatic presence
made him one of the most handsome men Sam had ever laid eyes on.
Min, so she assumed,
strode gracefully forward into the room, and all four members of SG1 stared at
him openmouthed as he moved. The
compelling figure turned a dazzling smile on them and held out his hands in
greeting. His voice rumbled slightly,
but did not carry the usual deep Goa’uld resonance. “Welcome to my home. It has been many years since I have had the
pleasure of greeting travelers to my kingdom.”
He motioned to the feast laid out on the floor. “Please sit, and join me in a small
meal. Tell me about yourselves.”
Daniel cleared his throat,
and with his eyebrows pulled together and lifted up asked hesitantly, “You, uh,
you are Min, right?”
The face grew even more
stunning as he beamed his pleasure at Daniel.
“Yes, lovely boy, I am Min!”
Daniel had to ask, “And
you are a Goa’uld, right?”
Teal’c intoned
disapprovingly, “He is,” and didn’t take his eyes off their host,
Min turned to him, and his
expression saddened. “A Jaffa. I have not encountered one of your kind in
nearly a thousand years. You are
impressive, I see Apophis continues to choose his First Primes well.”
“I no longer serve the
false god. I have joined these warriors
in their efforts to defeat the Goa’uld.”
“This is good to hear,
because Apophis would not be welcome here.
You,” he motioned to the three others, “are not Goa’uld. Though you,” he approached Sam and touched
her cheek, “are haunted by the ghost of one.”
He turned again and sat gracefully on a cushion. “Please join me, and we shall learn of one
another.”
Sam looked at the Colonel
who was observing the alien with skepticism.
He glanced at the open doorway noting that there were no guards posted.
Min spoke again. “You are the leader, and think to remove your
friends from the danger you perceive in my presence. Understandable, but you may not go, not until
we have gotten to know each other better.
Join me.”
O’Neill frowned. “Then you will let us leave?”
“If you still so desire
it, yes.”
Jack held Min’s gaze for a
moment, then glanced at his teammates and nodded briefly. The four seated themselves in front of the
Goa’uld keeping the dishes between them.
As she sat, Sam suddenly
noticed that Min’s cross-legged position had caused his split skirt to fall to
the sides of his thighs, opening it all the way up to the waist band. His semi-engorged penis lay in plain sight,
and it was…long. And thick. And… She tore her eyes away quickly, only to
see that the others had also noticed their host’s exposure. All three of them were staring openly, while
Min smiled at them in amusement. She was
sure the display was intended to provoke just this reaction.
Daniel nudged Jack with
his elbow. “There, you have the answer
to your question.”
Min leaned forward and
asked, “What question was that?”
Jack wrenched his eyes
upward and managed to answer. “I’d seen
pictures of you. I wanted to know if the
equipment was original.”
Min was pleased. “Ah, my reputation precedes me. Where are you from that you have knowledge of
my attributes?”
Daniel answered, “We’re from Earth. We are Tau’ri.”
The Goa’uld’s smile
faltered at that. “The first world. I… I thought the Chaapa’ai there was lost or
destroyed.”
“We recently discovered
and reactivated it.”
Min’s voice was
wistful. “I remember that world with
such fondness. My people were born from
that womb.” He shook himself, and
returned to his jovial presentation, picking up a morsel from a plate and
popping it in his mouth. “Eat, my
friends.”
Jack responded
sarcastically, “Sorry, but we make it a rule to never eat with sn…” Both Sam and Daniel shot him warning
looks. “…Goa’uld.”
Min raised his perfectly
shaped eyebrows at Jack.
Daniel broke in, “So, Min.
How long have you been on Ahkmim?”
“I will tell you the
story.” He turned suddenly and leaned
towards Sam. “Do not be afraid to
satisfy yourself, my dear. I promise you
that the food is not poisoned or drugged.
I have no need for such things.”
Sam was startled. She’d been perfectly happy to let the guys
carry this conversation; chatting with virtually naked sex gods was a bit
unnerving. She glanced at the Colonel
again, found him still glowering at Min, and declined with a brief shake of her
head.
“No matter. You want to know why I’m not busily enslaving
you. I do not share my brethren’s
fondness for territorial conquest. My
own needs are simple. They involve the giving
and receiving of pleasure and knowledge, not senseless bloodshed.” He looked almost apologetic. “I prefer the company of humans to
that of my own kind, especially since the others seemed incapable of leaving me
to my own pursuits.
“Many years ago I decided
to consolidate my kingdom on one planet, and when by accident I discovered this
one, I knew that it was perfect. I was
able to bring my people here, and as I never leave this paradise, I’ve not had
the displeasure of meeting another Goa’uld since.
“You will find here none
of the afflictions which plague most human worlds. There is no hunger or want, no destruction or
warfare. All my people live in harmony
and health.” He raised his head
proudly. “There are now over seven
billion humans on this planet.”
He looked at the wall and
a view screen came to life, showing images of different beautifully laid out
cities and towns, abundant crops, smiling children and natural scenery. “This world has been meticulously planned to
achieve the greatest comfort with the least environmental disturbance. Everyone has access to as much education as
they desire, and the citizens have even begun to improve on my own
designs. They have taken the technology
I brought here in the first days, and advanced it so that should we ever be
attacked, we can defend ourselves. I
have ordered that everyone be trained in the use of the hand device that you
experienced earlier just in case the necessity arises. My people are
happy; I am their guide, their
inspiration, their Adored One.”
Carter said, “That device
was very interesting. Could I get a look
at one of them?” Jack gaped at her like
he couldn’t believe she asked that, and she shrugged back that it didn’t hurt
to try.
Min considered her. “Perhaps in time.”
Daniel ventured, “So, all of that sounds pretty ideal…”
Min nodded proudly.
“Heaven.”
“Yeah, right. Heaven.
But we’ve never met any Goa’uld who would be satisfied with such a quiet
lifestyle. Don’t you want…more?”
“I have more. Every day new souls are born, with their
infinite diversity. So many
personalities to get to know, so many people to bless, so many exquisite bodies
to stimulate. My people are happy, but
they are also capable of all the drives and emotions available to any
human. I never get bored with such
variety at hand.”
Teal’c asked, “If you
oppose the Goa’uld, why do you not join with the Tok’ra to overthrow them?”
“I do not oppose
them. I do not care what they do out
there, as long as they leave me alone.
Let me ask a question. How did
you find your way to Ahkmim?”
Daniel explained, “We
discovered the gate address on the ceiling of a temple on a jungle planet.”
“That was Koptos. That’s very clever of you. Tell me, was the gift I left still
functioning?” Their expressions answered
him. “And did you enjoy it?” He smiled at their evident discomforture and
furtive glances. “Oh, my dears, I am so
glad you’ve come to join me. Bestowing
my blessings upon you will be a great pleasure.”
O’Neill protested, “No one
said anything about joining you. In
fact, when we were so rudely zapped by your hand thingy, we were in the process
of trying to go home. It’s been real
swell meeting you and all, but now that we’ve had our little chat, I think
we’ll be on our way.”
He stood, and the others
followed.
Min responded, “Oh,
no. It’s not time for you to go
yet.” As the foursome turned toward the
door, an attendant entered the room and raised his hand. SG1 was frozen mid step. While they were aware, they could not move a
muscle. Min walked amongst them briefly,
intimately caressing each with long elegant fingers, his erection standing out
in front of him. Min purred, “My
exquisite guests, there is much deeper knowing to be had between us.” He faced them. “A depth of knowing such as you have not
previously experienced.” They could not
respond, and Min nodded to the attendant.
With alarm Sam saw him raise his hand again, and darkness descended.
************************************
Teal’c was determined that
this Goa’uld would get nothing out of him.
Min had presented himself as friendly, but that was obviously a
lie. He had been tortured by the best,
and did not doubt that he could withstand anything the outcast could devise,
even up to the point of death. It was
almost boring to find himself once again in this position. He’d lost count of how many times superiors
or adversaries had tried to intimidate or break him, and this seemed to be one
of their favorite settings.
He was in a cold, dark
stone dungeon, standing between two solid metal posts to which his wrists were
attached by manacles, arms stretched straight out on either side. His ankles were similarly restrained, leaving
him very little mobility. To one side
there was a rack of pain inducing implements standing at the ready. Oh, and they had also completely removed his
clothing.
Teal’c stood with his head
held high, awareness turned inward to conserve his strength for the coming
ordeal. He had repeatedly attempted to
enter kel’noreem, but his mind seemed unable to achieve that escape. His thoughts returned repeatedly to concerns
for his teammates. He was sure that he
could endure this abuse, but images of DanielJackson, O’Neill
and…Samantha…similarly bound and awaiting torment, or worse experiencing it at
this very minute, haunted him.
Teal’c was usually able to
turn his thoughts from such useless imaginings, but this time they threatened
to overwhelm him. He had seen so much
pain inflicted by the Goa’uld, had inflicted so much pain himself, that in
order to remain useful he usually had to shut all that away in a corner of his
mind. Now, though, those memories passed
before him in an endless stream. He
concentrated all his willpower into pushing the agonized faces, screams and
flowing blood aside in order to strengthen his mind to resist whatever was in
store.
Suddenly he was aware of
another presence, and opened his eyes to find Min standing before him. Teal’c returned the Goa’uld’s gaze, his eyes
filled with disgust.
Min watched him for a
minute, then spoke in a conversational tone.
“Jaffa, you no longer serve the Goa’uld, but you once did. Now you seek to defeat and destroy the
Goa’uld, but you once called them master and did their bidding. I know that you must have killed, and maimed
and tortured many, and you must have been good at it to become First Prime.
“Yet you serve the
Tau’ri. I can understand your attraction
to them, they are sweet morsels, are they not?
But so delicate. Not only do their
bodies break easily, but their wills are weakened by concepts of good and
right. How do you do it? How do you coexist with those who force you
to hide your true nature? Do they have
any idea of the depths of your rage and hatred, and of the lengths to which you
are willing to go to appease those impulses?
You may say that you have changed, but even if they believe it, you must
know the truth.”
Teal’c didn’t answer, but
continued to glare at Min. The alien
could not possibly know the suffering they had all recently endured because of
Teal’c’s unquenched hatred, yet his words cut close to the bone.
Min took a step forward,
bringing him almost chest to chest with Teal’c, and looked into his face, head
tilted inquisitively.
“You still have much
pride. I would like to know how this is
possible, as well. A fine physical
specimen such as you,” he brought his hand up as if to touch Teal’c, but it
hovered an inch away from his chest, “must have been called upon to pleasure
your Lord and his followers many times; I’m sure that Apophis’ tastes have not
changed in this last thousand years.
They should have stripped you of any sense of dignity or individual
worth by using you at their whim. Or did
you have a highly placed protector who interceded on your behalf? Still, you could not have been completely
shielded from the appetites of your Gods.
Surely they did humiliate and debase you. Yet since they did not break you, those
experiences must continue to fuel your loathing.
“Teal’c. I have a gift for you today. You will have the opportunity to express your
hatred for the Goa’uld.” Min’s eyes
flashed glowing light several times and then dimmed. “I am a Goa’uld. You may act out your hatred for my race upon
me.”
Teal’c flexed his hands,
pulling on his chains. I truth, he
longed to wrap his fingers around the neck of this parasite ridden-abomination
and squeeze until bones snapped and flesh leaked through his fingers.
Min continued, “You are bound because if you were able to
act directly, you would become lost in the pleasure of it, and it would be over
too quickly. If you must observe and direct,
then you can savor your victory to its full extent.” The Goa’uld motioned with his hand, and two
leather clad attendants moved closer.
“All you need do is tell these men what you want. They have been instructed to obey your
commands, short of releasing you.
Anything else, Teal’c. Tell them
what you would have done to the Goa’uld.”
Now Teal’c spat back,
“Like all Goa’uld, you lie. They will
not seriously harm you. And you have a
sarcophagus to heal any injuries that should befall you. It is a false offer.”
“You are correct to assume
that I have no intention of dying permanently.
But whatever you tell them to do they will, and I will experience it
all, the same as you would, or your friends, or any mortal. You do not believe me? Test it.
What have you to lose?”
Teal’c glowered at the man
before him, thrown off balance by the idea of finally being able to exact his
revenge for all the wrongs done to him and to so many others. “Why would you do this?”
Min’s green eyes looked at
him steadily. “It is my blessing to
you.”
“You will take it out on
my friends.”
“I will not. This is between us.”
Teal’c looked at the two
attendants. He ordered, “Strike him.”
The first one obeyed
immediately, and landed a powerful blow into Min’s kidney. Moments later the other followed with a fist
into the side of his head. Min stumbled
and grunted in pain, but quickly regained his composure.
“That was just the
start. Surely you can do better.”
Teal’c’s lips curled up in
a sneer. He wanted to cause this monster
pain, he wanted to personally rip open his chest and pulp the insides, then
tear his head off. He wanted to
annihilate this Goa’uld so that it was as though it had never existed. He observed the two attendants again. Would they really do what he ordered?
After eyeing the rack of
implements, he commanded, “Use the pain stick.”
One of the men removed the
long metallic tube from the rack, moved in behind his master, and rammed the
device into his back. Min’s lithe body
arched, and light shone from his eyes and mouth as a scream ripped from his
chest. After a moment the stick was
withdrawn, and the victim fell to his hands and knees, panting for breath.
Teal’c felt elation rise
up in him. It was sweet, to issue an
order and see a Goa’uld suffer. He liked
it.
“Again,” he instructed.
The attendant complied,
and another scream echoed in the chamber.
Teal’c smiled with
satisfaction, and didn’t hesitate. “The
hot iron. Burn him.”
The other man retrieved
the tool. “Where would you like it
done?”
“Strip him. Burn him on the inner thigh.
The man ripped off Min’s
flimsy skirt, and pushed him onto his back on the floor. The Goa’uld didn’t resist, but one attendant
held him down by the shoulders while the other pushed his legs apart and
lowered the glowing rod to the smooth, tender flesh. Muffled groans broke through Min’s clenched
teeth, but did not drown out the sound of sizzling flesh, nor distract from the
distinctive smell.
“The other leg.”
The man did as he was
told, holding the burning brand to the skin for several long seconds. When he withdrew it, Min lay weakly
recovering from the pain.
“On the chest, on the
neck.” Teal’c felt powerful. At last he could return some of the torture
the Goa’uld had inflicted. Of course the
creature would be taken to a sarcophagus
when he was finished, but in the meantime he could relish being the one
to control the fate of one of his hated enemies. He was actually grateful to Min for
restraining him; it was so pleasurable to watch while others obeyed his word.
“Strangle him.”
The creature writhing in
pain on the floor was pulled to his knees, and a cord was looped around his
neck and pulled tight. Min’s hands
involuntarily went to his throat, digging at the rope as he struggled for breath,
blood running down his chest from the aggravated burn on his neck. His eyes were on Teal’c’s face until they
began to roll back into his head with asphyxiation.
“Release him. I do not want him to die so soon.”
The satisfaction of power
was overwhelming. This was like a
hundred of Teal’c’s deepest fantasies come true. He realized that with the intensity of it, he
had grown hard, his erection standing out proudly in front of him. Yes, there was definitely a sexual thrill to
dominating his enemy in this manner. He
could see that Min was becoming aroused, too.
The perverted monster must actually enjoy the pain.
“Bind him in chains and
bring him before me.”
An interconnected set of
chains was attached to the kneeling Goa’uld’s ankles, wrists and neck, and the
men dragged him over to face the Jaffa.
“Behold, beast. I do not kneel before any God. You kneel before me.”
“I do, master. I will do anything you want. The Goa’uld forced you to pleasure them. Will you require me to pleasure you?” The strong lips approached Teal’c’s throbbing
organ, and touched the very tip, tongue darting out to lick a bead of pre-come
off the end.
Memories flashed unbidden
through Teal’c’s mind. He had been lucky to be Bra’tac’s
favorite and thus spared much of what he knew happened to other Jaffa. But he was not spared all. He could tell himself that those humiliations
did not diminish him, but in truth the wounds were still raw.
“Hold his head.”
The men secured Min by the
shoulders and hair, positioning his mouth in front of Teal’c’s erection. He could simply thrust forward and impale
himself within a Goa’uld’s mouth. He
knew that with his size, he could easily choke the detestable mutant to death
in the act. Teal’c burned with desire as
he looked down upon the perfectly formed body, bound, marked and bleeding by
his command. The handsome face was
upturned, mouth open, breath ragged. The
green eyes observed him with a fiery gaze;
watching, waiting for something.
Unexpectedly Teal’c saw
himself from outside, witnessing one man about to force himself on
another. He suddenly imagined how it
would look to Samantha, or even worse, to DanielJackson; he could see the
disappointment in the gentle scholar’s eyes.
And O’Neill. Would he approve of
what Teal’c was doing? He found that he
hoped not.
But they were not
here. This was Teal’c’s decision
alone. He sneered down at the face
inches from his straining, burning organ, and the green eyes abruptly glowed
with the golden Goa’uld light. Teal’c
made his choice.
**********************************
Daniel’s room was cozy and
intimate. The only lighting came from
candles arranged in groups of two or three on small shelves around the
walls. There was a low, plush divan covered
with cushions, and a small table holding jugs of wine and water. Bowls of flowers and intricate tapestries
completed the sensual atmosphere. The
temperature was pleasantly warm, which was good because Daniel was totally
naked.
--Great,-- he mused, --classic
bordello.--
He wondered if people in
other disciplines had the same problem, of being disappointed when they finally
met a famous personage about whom they’d written a paper in school. Daniel smiled to imagine the reaction Professor
Krause would have to the updated history of the Chief of Heaven, he’d probably
get a failing mark on that essay.
As he sat perched on the
edge of the divan, Daniel absently scratched a pattern on the velvet
cloth. It was no use worrying or being
nervous, they hadn’t actually been hurt so far, so if he kept his head he might
find a way out of this. Not easy to
do. He found himself distracted by the
visual images around him, what he could see of them without his glasses; the
colors, the textures, the flowing lines and sharp angles. The rich feel of the material under his hands
kept him fascinated for several minutes before he shook himself back to the
present.
In the present he was
thirsty. Daniel eyed the jugs setting on
the table wistfully, knowing that he wasn’t supposed to drink. But he had been there for hours without any
sustenance, and he might weaken if he became dehydrated. Well, maybe a compromise was in order. He’d have a cup of water, but not touch the
wine. The water was so cool and refreshing
going down, that he decided to have a second cup. If Min wanted to drug him, he had already had
plenty of opportunity, and it felt so good to quench his thirst.
He sat the cup down with a
bang as the entrance to the room opened.
Min stepped in, and the door closed behind him. His captor stood in the doorway examining
Daniel, and Daniel looked back. Min was
still wearing the same light skirt.
Daniel mused that he’d so often seen paintings or carvings of Egyptians
in this kind of attire, but had never seen it actually worn. Well, now he knew.
Min looked radiant. His skin was oiled and glowing, his black
hair brushed to a glossy sheen. He
looked relaxed and self assured. And why
wouldn’t he? He held all the cards here.
Daniel decided to make the
first move. “So, what next? The setting here leaves little to the
imagination as to what your plans are.”
“Do you fear me?”
He answered sarcastically,
“Well, ye-ah! I haven’t had very many
experiences with Goa’uld that were pleasant.
In fact, let’s make that none.”
Min moved closer and let
the full force of his personality wash over Daniel.
“I want you, Daniel, but I
will not force you. I intend to make you
want me.” He sat down, and Daniel
scooted back along the divan to keep some distance. “You
are beautiful and tender, yet so undeniably male. Your deep, musky scent alone would be enough
to arouse me.”
The nervous young man
noticed that Min’s phallus of mythic proportion was rising to attention out
from under the edges of his skirt. He watched
it with an almost scientific fascination as it extended to its full size.
“Gee, I know you’re just
being polite, but don’t get up on my account.”
The other man turned the
full intensity of his magnetic gaze on Daniel.
“Do not be afraid. You have a
naturally sensual nature that you haven’t fully explored. Your body is capable of heights of ecstasy
that you cannot imagine, and what’s more you could give pleasure such that your
lover would never again be satisfied with any other.”
He leaned forward and
touched Daniel lightly at the base of his throat, and let the finger glide
slowly across his chest to brush softly over one nipple. Daniel froze and held his breath as his skin
burned under the contact. Part of his
mind said that he should be over on the other side of the room by now holding
up some weapon in a defensive posture.
Why exactly wasn’t he doing that?
“Don’t.” His voice sounded weak even to him.
“You must know what is
offered before you can refuse it. You
are a seeker of knowledge. Don’t you
wish to know what more your body can teach you?” Min’s finger continued its journey downward
across Daniel’s flat abdomen.
“I do just fine. I didn’t come here asking for sex
lessons.” His eyes were drawn from Min’s
face, to the hand on his belly, then back again. His own loins were stirring under the
stimulation, much to his chagrin.
“Didn’t you?” Min’s other hand grasped the hair on the back
of Daniel’s head, and held his face steady as his own drew in closer. “You have a hunger in you, a need for
more. A need for passion and
release. I see it in your eyes. Do you deny this?”
“Yes.” His voice squeaked, and his face was
red. His mind urged him, --Move away,
dammit! Get away from him. It’s too dangerous.--
Min’s strong hands guided
him backwards to lie down on the divan, and came to rest on Daniel’s
shoulders. The Goa’uld leaned over him,
the lust in his eyes unconcealed. He
began to caress Daniel’s arms, looking greedily down at the reclining
figure. Daniel felt the gaze brush over
him like a flame, and realized that he wanted Min to want him. As the hands moved to his hips and down over
his thighs, Daniel groaned and threw his head back. Min moved his thighs apart and knelt between
them, caressing Daniel’s now compelling erection with the smooth, slick skin of
his belly.
--Get out now,
Jackson! Don’t let this happen! It’s not right.--
Min lowered himself onto
Daniel’s body, buried his face in his neck and licked and nipped into a spot
under his ear. He whispered, “Tell me
that you want it, Daniel.”
All the nerves in his body
where on fire as Min pressed against him.
He slowly rocked his head from side to side, fingers clutching at the
cloth beneath him, but he didn’t move to push the other away. Min’s mouth closed over his own, the tongue
delving deeply, sucking, provoking. The
feel of warm fingers stroking his balls caused him to jerk his pelvis into the
sensation.
He groaned and
stiffened. Oh, god, what was he
doing? He forced out, “Stop.”
“I don’t really believe
that you want me to. I think you still
want more. I am going to give you more,
and you are going to thank me for this blessing with your passion.”
The beautiful dark head
lowered again to Daniel’s body, tasting him.
One hand grasped his erection, while the other skimmed lightly over his
skin. Daniel could barely think as his
physical senses overwhelmed him. He was
panting, his face contorted with desire and confusion.
Min lifted himself off
slightly, and suddenly Daniel felt a burning pain stab through his chest, and
cried out. He tried to focus his eyes on
the man leaning over him, and saw that he held a small flail in one hand. The handle terminated in three narrow strips
of solid leather. Where had that come
from?
Daniel stared wide eyed at
Min, who held his gaze intently. Without
warning the flail flashed out and struck Daniel’s chest again. He gasped, and almost sobbed as a bolt of desire
shot through him making his erection jump.
The pain appeared again, on his side just below his ribs, and he arched
into it, moaning, “Oh, god!” Min
squeezed and pulled at his stiff penis, making him writhe uncontrollably. The flail fell again, on his belly, causing
him to scream and clutch at Min’s arms.
The other man shook his
hands off, and moved down to grasp Daniel’s shins and push his knees up towards
his chest and apart, exposing his groin and ass. His head bent and Min sucked Daniel’s swollen
member into his mouth for a fleeting minute, then moved down to lick his
balls. It felt so good, Daniel was
afraid that he would come any moment.
Then the tongue continued on its path, touched the edges of his asshole
and delved sensually. Sensation exploded
through Daniel, making him buck and moan.
Pulling back up, Min
leaned his shoulders onto Daniel’s knees, holding his legs in position, then
grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the upholstery, effectively immobilizing
the young man. The fire of desire seemed
to flow through Daniel’s entire body, then abruptly his awareness focused as he
felt something press against his opening.
He looked up into the Goa’uld’s face, and knew that it was the tip of
that spectacular phallus. It prodded
again, so near to breaking through. Min
purred, “Tell me that you want it. Say
yes.”
Daniel stared at the
Goa’uld and he did want it. But he
didn’t. Oh, god! The Goa’uld.
Jack. The need. What was he going to do?
Min pressed against him
again more firmly, and nearly sent Daniel over the edge. “Say yes.”
Mind and body aflame,
Daniel reached inside to find the ability to form his one word answer.
*********************************
Samantha thought that her
accommodations were perhaps the most luxurious rooms she’d ever been in. The bedroom contained a soft four-poster bed,
surrounded by heavy wooden furniture and artfully placed mirrors. It was obvious what you were supposed to be
watching in the mirrors, but the overall effect fell short of being tacky. The bathroom contained ornate marble fixtures,
including a giant sunken bath, and the sitting room was large and light, with a
huge plate glass window looking out over a flowering garden. On a side table a variety of tempting finger
foods and drinks had been arranged.
Choosing to ignore them, she sat on the arm of a huge overstuffed chair
in front of the window.
Well, she’d been in worse
prisons. There was even a way out if she
chose to take the route of breaking the window and jumping down from what she
estimated was a second story height. If
she did that, she might actually make it back to the Stargate, but that would
mean leaving the guys behind. Sam
decided to hold that option in reserve.
She wasn’t too pleased
with the costume design department.
Someone had seen fit to dress her in an ivory colored strapless
corset-like piece, which pushed up her breasts, but only covered them as far as
just above the nipples. A silky skirt
flared out from the fitted waist and flowed intimately over her belly and hips
to brush the tops of her thighs. She
wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her
most private bits were covered, but it was annoying as hell. She normally wouldn’t even go into a store
that would sell things like this. Not
her style at all.
Wandering around again,
she caught sight of herself in a mirror, and looked away quickly. Then she looked back to make sure it actually
was her that she’d seen there. Sam
thought that she looked, well, ‘different’ was a place to start. She’d expected to look like a whore, but she
didn’t. Somehow, the outfit managed to
look elfin and innocent, while emphasizing her shapely feminine features and
long legs. She stared for a while,
turning to look at herself from different angles. It was…nice.
Not that she’d go out in public in it, but…
She finally pulled away
from the mirror, and wandered out to the sitting room again. It had been hours of just sitting here and
waiting, not knowing what was happening with the guys.
The guys. There was the men’s club of three, and then
there was her. No matter how she tried,
she’d never be one of the guys. She
could cut her hair short, wear shapeless clothing, shoot and fight with the
best of them. Even her name, Sam, was masculine. And what did it get her? Nada.
She could think circles around most of the men on the base, but she’d
never be invited over for sports night.
So what was the point?
She drifted back into the
bathroom and idly fingered various bottles on a shelf. Popping the cork of one, the luxurious sent
of real lavender swirled around her. She
eyed the bath tub. When was the last
time she had allowed herself a nice long fragrant soak in a tub? She could hardly even remember.
Sam set down in a chair
before a counter lined with various cosmetics, perfumes and powders, and looked
at the reflection in the mirror in front of her. Maybe it was the lighting; she hoped she
didn’t really look like that. Pale, thin
face with too large eyes, slightly garish lipstick her only concession to
feminine vanity – a not entirely successful one, she thought. Her hair not so much styled as
fall-where-it-will, and now starting to look a little flat. She picked up a small brush and fluffed and
arranged it so that it looked a little softer.
Maybe a little bit of powder….
She stopped. What was the use. She was just good old ‘Sam’ll fix it’. It’s not like anyone would notice the
difference. It’s not like anyone really
looked at her.
Well, that wasn’t entirely
true. Teal’c was looking at her. After almost five years he’d finally noticed
she was a woman. Dear Teal’c. Better late than never.
She heard a sound and
returned immediately to the sitting room.
Min was standing just inside the doorway. Her breath caught at the sight, just like it
had the first time she’d laid eyes on him.
He was the archetype of stunningly attractive male. And he was holding a long stemmed pale pink
rose in his hand.
He took a step forward,
and held the rose up before him. “This
was my favorite flower on the first world.
I made sure to bring some here, and tend them carefully so that I would
never be without their beauty. I brought
this one for you, but now that I’m here, I see that it is inadequate. No flower could really be appreciated in your
presence; your own beauty would eclipse it.”
She blushed. --Careful, this guy’s a real charmer.--
He moved another step
forward, and continued, “You are exquisite, and yet you are not tended
carefully, are you? That is difficult to
understand.”
“I don’t need
tending. I’m a Major in the United
States Air Force.”
“Even so, this is for
you.” He took a final step to reach her,
and held out the rose.
Despite her intention to
throw it in his face, she took it, and sniffed it. The smell took her back to her grandmother’s
garden when she was a child. She and her
brother would make garlands of flowers for their heads, tie scarves around
their necks as capes and pretend to be the prince and princess. He would offer to slay dragons for her, and
bring them to lie at her feet.
She looked up at Min, and
found him studying her intently. “Such
loveliness, but the others don’t see it, do they? It isn’t entirely their fault, though,
because you hide it well. Such a pity.”
He reached out and guided
the head of the rose to her face, and used the petals to stroke her cheek. Sam blushed again, and looked down. Of course that was exactly where that
impressive penis was starting to make its appearance again. She backed away suddenly. “Oh my god.”
“No, I am not a god, just
an admirer of feminine beauty. How could
any man look on you and not want you?”
He moved towards her again and gently ran a finger over the upper curve
of her breasts. “How could any man look
on you and not want to caress your skin, feel your nipples in his mouth, move
inside you?” Desire shown in his astonishing
green eyes.
As those images took form
in her mind, Samantha felt a wave of heat wash through her. Alarmed, she jumped back, walked to the
window, and faced him again. “Stay away
from me.”
“I will not hurt you,
Samantha. I am just telling you how
attractive you are. Perhaps you do not
hear that often enough.”
--Don’t listen to
this. He’s trying to manipulate you.-- She knew
how vulnerable she was to flattery. All
it took on the rare occasion that it happened was for a man to show the slightest
interest in her, and her knees wobbled.
Of course, for the most part that seemed to mark them for imminent
death, but that wasn’t a concern in this case.
She spoke boldly, “I don’t
know what you’re trying to prove with this, but I want to be taken to my
friends. Where are they?”
“Your friends are
well. They are enjoying the pleasures
that my home has to offer, while you continue to hide. Of course it is easier for males to indulge
their senses, is it not? One of the
advantages of being a man. It’s a shame, though, that you should be left
out.”
They wouldn’t actually be
doing anything, would they? Teal’c
wouldn’t? They had all done it before,
though. All except her. As a woman, she couldn’t sample any of the
native offerings. A ripple of self pity
rose into her throat. Why was her body
the only one off limits?
Suddenly, Min was directly
in front of her, so close she could feel the energy flowing between them. She looked into his eyes, which were darkened
with passion. He whispered, “Oh,
Samantha, please let me touch you.”
He exuded animal
magnetism, and her body responded. She
could feel desire tingling in her; her breasts longing to be handled, her
vagina aching. Her mind told her that it
was pheromones, a trick. Her body said so
what?
Confused, she turned away
from him to face the window. Gentle
sunlight fell on her skin like warm breath, and she tried to inhale deeply to
clear her head.
Min moved in behind her,
and she could feel his chest pressing into her back. His hands came around and cupped her breasts
from beneath, partly on the cloth of her outfit, partly on the delicate
skin. His thumbs brushed lightly at the
swell of her breasts.
“Samantha, you deserve so
much more. You deserve to be seen and
appreciated for the sensual, beautiful woman that you are. Any man would feel lucky to be able to touch
you like this.”
Frozen in place by the
conflicting emotions storming within her, Sam felt his fingers begin to unhook
the fastenings of her corset. Her
breasts bobbed as the first hooks came loose.
She sucked in a breath, and braced her hands against the window at head
height.
Min murmured into her
neck, “So beautiful. So exciting. I want to see all of you. I want to see you naked before me. I want to be inside you.”
She was burning up. As his hands worked down her abdomen, she
could feel his long phallus rubbing against her butt. Its hardness increased and pushed more
insistently onto her. God, it was so
intense, so primal; the attraction of the male and the female. And she was very female.
As Min’s fingers released
the last of the fastenings at her belly, the entire garment slid over her hips
and onto the floor. She stood naked,
hands pressed against the glass, panting.
His hands found her breasts again, and began to massage them. He growled, low and rough, “So
beautiful. Any man would want you.”
Then he shifted even
closer to her, and his erection slid between her thighs. He rocked slightly, so that she could feel its
length rub along her slit. She gasped
and let a small cry escape.
“Look out, Samantha. Look outside the window.”
She forced her attention
to focus outward, saw the colorful flower garden sprawled below them, and then
noticed the gardeners. There were three
men kneeling within the beds, tools in hand.
One was looking up at the window that the pair were standing in. Sam saw him speak, and the other gardeners
followed his gaze. All three stopped
what they were doing and stared.
Min’s fingertips brushed
her nipples, then trailed down over her ribcage to her belly and then her
hips. He said softly, “When those men
look at you, they do not see a Major in the United States Air Force. They do not see someone who’s smart or
someone who’s trying to prove herself.
All they are seeing is an incredible, perfect female body. They are seeing my hands on that body, and
wishing it was them.”
Sam was almost frozen with
shock. She could feel the gaze of those
anonymous men taking her in as she stood totally exposed before them. It was…liberating. She was in that moment a purely sexual
creature, displaying to potential mates.
As Min moved more urgently between her legs, one of the gardeners slid
his hand into his trousers, and began to rub himself.
“See how they want
you. It has been too long since you’ve
been looked at like that.”
She was so aroused, she
thought Min might be able to feel how wet she was. But still she was able to note that the last
part wasn’t true. Only this morning
Teal’c’s expression had been reverent as he had examined the space between her
legs before lowering himself onto her and sliding inside. She gasped again at the feeling that memory
produced, the feeling of being filled and completed.
Min’s hands slid down her
legs and back up along her inner thighs, starting to move them apart. “Let me love you now, while they watch. Let all the world see my pleasure as I push
into you. Let me make you feel as
beautiful as you are.”
She groaned as her mind
tried to think it through. She was
locked in the embrace of an ardent, virile man who was on the verge of entering
her. Three more looked on expectantly,
excited by her body. It would be so easy
to go along, to say the sex god made her do it.
It was just sex, no complications or consequences. It would just feel good. Something special just for her. Did she want it? Did she need it? Would she allow herself to have it just this
once?
*********************************
Jack had resumed pacing in
his cell. He’d actually convinced
himself to sit down for a while but it was no use, the inactivity made him
nuts. Aside from the movement of his
body, there was nothing to distract him from his worries. There were four institutional gray walls, one
securely locked door, one narrow bed frame attached to the wall covered with a
thin mattress, one basic wooden table, and a sink and very minimal sanitary
facility in the corner. It was an awful
lot like a prison. In fact, it was just
like a prison. And he was locked up and
couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Helpless.
Since they’d taken his
watch, along with everything else he’d been carrying or wearing, and there was
no window, he didn’t know how long he’d been in there, or how long he’d been
unconscious before waking up. He figured
that the temporal deprivation along with hunger, cold and nakedness were all
part of the plan to shake him up, make him easier to interrogate.
He was on to them. It’d take a lot more than this to rattle
him. What he was worried about was the
others. Teal’c would be okay. None of this would faze him. Of course, for that very reason they might
try something a lot more drastic with him.
They didn’t know what they
were taking on with Carter. She’d
probably bite the head off the fist person who tried to get near her. Still, a woman is a hell of a lot more
vulnerable in a situation like this than a man.
And Daniel, he was one
tough guy. Nobody knew that better than
Jack O’Neill. But he would be hating
this. He’d be frustrated and he’d be
scared. And when they started the
interrogation, or whatever was on the agenda, they might hurt him. They might even do more than that. God, it’d been so fucking long, they might
have already done something to him.
Daniel could be lying dead in a pool of blood right now.
Jack knew that it was
counterproductive to think like this, but each time he tried to assure himself
that Daniel was fine, he’d flash back to all the times his friend had been hurt
in the past. On those occasions, the
only thing that kept him from going into shock was the requirement to act in
some way. When they’d been forced into
downtime after Daniel’s memorial service, he’d nearly lost his mind, as the
General’s car window could testify. When
Jack had left him to die on Apophis’ ship, he’d still had to get through saving
the world. That done, he’d thought it a
good day to die. When those damn
Bedrosians took Daniel away for questioning and brought him back obviously
tortured, Jack had been ready to chew through the bars of his cage, electrified
or not. And Netu. And etcetera, etcetera. Daniel had only been his teammate and friend
then, now he was the love of his life, and living without him was not going to
be an option. The thought of anyone
causing him pain made his stomach hurt as though someone were driving knitting
needles into it.
--Maybe I should quit
this job. Maybe we both should. Too many bad things can happen out here, and
they could happen to that one gorgeous, irritating, precious
archaeologist. I don’t think I can risk
him anymore.--
Daniel had to be all
right. And Carter and Teal’c, too. All his kids, all his family. He’d come too close to losing each of them at
one time or another. What if their luck
ran out?
The soles of Jack’s feet
were starting to hurt from wearing a path into the hard slate floor. He knew he needed to rest, even sleep, but if
he did, then he might wake up to find that something awful really had happened. His fears might be real then. If he could keep moving, somehow it kept
anything bad from catching up. Jack
recognized that this was irrational, but couldn’t stop the train of thought.
The loop of worry and fear
was just starting another circuit when the door opened. Tensed and ready to spring, Jack faced Min as
he entered. He somehow managed to
refrain from screaming, and merely barked, “Where are my people? I want to see them right now.”
Min shook his head and
said placatingly, “Patience, Jack O’Neill.
Your people are very, very well.
I have been enjoying spending time with each of them, sharing the
blessing of my body. They were each a
bit reluctant to accept what I was offering, but they found their way to me in
the end.”
--I don’t believe
that. He’s got to be lying. None of them could stoop so low.--
Min moved into the room
and leaned against the table. He
continued conversationally, “Teal’c was perhaps the easiest. He has had experience with Goa’uld in the
past, so his training allowed him to slip back into the role of being
controlled by one. The conditioning that
Jaffa receive is designed to make them pliant before the sexual demands of
their masters. You may have thought that
he was loyal to you now, but in the end all Jaffa wish to serve the Goa’uld, and
after a little persuasion he served me very well.”
--Teal’c…?--
“Your Major Carter of the
United States Air Force took some more convincing. She is a fiery and stubborn woman, but a
woman nevertheless. Most of them only
need to be shown who’s in charge, and then they open their legs easily
enough. With one such as her, the battle
for conquest is nearly as enjoyable as the victory.” He smiled in satisfaction. “Oh, yes, and she does know how to please the
man who succeeds in dominating her. But I
don’t suppose you would know about that.”
--My god, if he’s hurt
Carter. Could she have…?--
“And then there’s
Daniel.” Min signed, and a dreamy look
came over his face. The knitting needles
were active in Jack’s gut again. There’s
no way that Danny would betray him.
Couldn’t happen. No way.
The Goa’uld continued,
seemingly oblivious to Jack’s torment.
“I spent more time with him than with the other two combined. The poor boy was most distressed at the
beginning. It seems he felt committed to
some agreement with you.” Jack’s eyes
widened. “Oh yes, he told me all about
it. He was most reluctant, so I’m afraid
I had to take him by force that first time.
Once he’d experienced the ecstasy of sexual intimacy with me, though, he
abandoned all thought of you. I’m sorry,
but I think that he no longer finds you quite adequate now that he’s had the
best.”
--No. No.
No.-- Daniel wouldn’t leave him for a snake head
rapist. Not even a drop dead gorgeous
one that is a famous Egyptian sex god who has everyone swooning at his
feet.
“He wishes to stay with me
now, but insists on speaking with you.
Something about doing the right thing by telling you in person. I think a clean break is better, personally,
but I’ll let him have his way on this.
It is definitely worth spoiling him a little to keep him sweet and
willing.”
Jack stood frozen. He’d feared losing Daniel to violence, but
the thought that Daniel might choose to leave cut though him like a
knife. What if he wasn’t enough for his
lover?
Min continued
sympathetically, “You mustn’t feel badly about this. I’m sure it’s no reflection on you.” He stood, stepped closer in front of Jack,
and looked him over frankly. “Of course,
you are on the old side for satisfying a vital young man. That’s definitely not your fault. And you do still retain some charm.” His hand closed around Jack’s flaccid member,
and began to stroke it. Jack remained
imobilized with shock. “Hmm, not very
responsive. I have some potions that
could probably help you with that.” The
hand continued the massage.
Jack’s heart was pounding
in his chest. This couldn’t be
happening. It couldn’t be true. It was his worst nightmare, one he’d barely
admitted to himself; he was too old, and Daniel was leaving him. Even if it wasn’t true now, it was only a
matter of time. Nine years is a big age
difference when you start getting up there.
Min whispered as he worked
Jack’s penis. “That boy is delightful
when he’s exploring his sensual side;
willing to try anything, insatiable.
And the sounds when he’s being pleasured orally, those small gasps and
cries that he doesn’t even realize he’s making…” Jack began to stiffen at the memory of those
noises, the memory of Daniel’s flushed face.
“The way he opens himself to receive me with his whole body, finding
gratification in the slightest touch to any part of him. Though of course there are some places, like
the side of his throat, which make him writhe and moan.” Jack knew that was true; the uncontrolled
wriggling was one of the funnest parts.
Min continued to taunt him, “I introduced him to some new erogenous
zones, and he was very receptive.”
Having succeeded in
bringing Jack to a full erection, Min released him and stepped away. “It’s too bad that you’ll never again be the
one to give him that delight. Just by
way of apology, I could let you make love to me, then perhaps I could give you
a few suggestions so that your next partner won’t leave you quite so soon. That is if you can keep it up long enough to
achieve the objective.”
The
damn finally broke. His fists clenched
painfully. --God DAMN that smug bastard! He WON’T take Daniel away from me. And he WON’T ridicule me and get away with
it!--
Min turned his back and
bent over slightly, leaning his hands on the table. “I found it quite intriguing how alike
Daniel’s body and mine are. Especially
our rear ends, don’t you agree?” He
parted his legs and swayed his hips. The
transparent cloth revealed enough to let Jack confirm the truth in that
statement. The high, rounded buttocks
set between narrow hips and tapering into firm muscular thighs were almost
familiar.
The Goa’uld continued
casually, “So I wondered if it wasn’t a bit incestuous that he should take such
pleasure in fucking me up an ass that’s so like his own. Not that that was a problem for me, I
certainly enjoyed fucking him up the ass, too.”
Jack hated this
creature. How DARE he touch Daniel? He deserved to die for that. Jack wanted to hurt him. He wanted to show him that he shouldn’t be
underestimated. He wanted to slam into
him until Min was bleeding and begging for mercy.
In a blur of motion Jack
stepped up behind Min, ripped the skirt away, and shoved the other man down
onto the table. God, he really did look
like Daniel from that angle.
Pressing his hard-on into
the cheeks in front of him, he leant over and growled, “I’ll show you what it’s
like to be fucked by Jack O’Neill, and I guarantee you won’t forget it
any time soon.”
Min twisted his head to
look back over his shoulder, eyes smoldering.
“You do that.”
*************************************
Sam woke up with the
feeling of satin beneath her fingertips.
She was lying crossways on top of a bed covered in shimmering cloth in a
luxuriously decorated room. Beside her
lay Colonel O’Neill.
She rolled onto her side
and poked the Colonel in the shoulder a few times. “Sir?
Wake up, sir.” The man didn’t
respond. Since he was out of it, she
would evaluate the situation on her own.
Scrambling off the side of
the bed, Sam looked down at herself; still wearing the revealing corset
thing. Super. She moved carefully around the room, looking
for exits or hidden dangers. The door
she found easily enough, but it was secured from the other side.
The dangers were not the
least bit hidden. Shelving units lined
much of the wall space, and they were filled with items the intent of which was
clear; ‘sex toys’. Some things looked
like they might be kind of fun, but most had a decidedly painful
appearance. There were jars of ointments,
possibly lubricants. There were whips
and cuffs and chains. There were a
variety of implements, she didn’t want to even imagine what they were for. There were plenty of things to use as weapons
if it came down to it, but Min had shown them that he was in complete control
up till now. That was unlikely to
change.
Sam returned to the bed in
the center of the room. O’Neill lay
sprawled across it just as underdressed as she was. He wore only a filmy split skirt much like
Min used, the silky material draped and clinging so that its wearer was nearly
fully revealed.
She stood looking down at
her CO as though from a great distance.
Nearly five years they had been working together. They knew each other well. They trusted each other with their lives. They cared deeply about each other. Sam had even thought at one time that
something more might be happening between them before they very mutually backed
off. But still, they weren’t truly
friends, not in the sense of really talking or sharing about themselves. They were each a bit uncomfortable with the
other, and most of the time it was easy to maintain a professional distance.
Now, as he lay asleep or
unconscious, she let herself look. She’d
seen quite a lot of his body before;
field missions didn’t lend themselves to much privacy. But his baggy clothes hid a lot of the truth,
and she’d never seen him quite this way.
He was such a big man, tall and broad of chest and shoulder. His body ran in straight lines from the sides
of his solid torso down past his hips to the muscular thighs that were clearly
defined under silky cloth. The lightly
draped bulge at his crotch left no doubt as to how well endowed he was in that
area. He had more scars on him than one
person should be allowed to have. Sam
was tempted to run her fingers over his light, graying chest hair to see if it
was as soft as it looked. She smiled and
pushed that impulse aside.
Sam sat down on the end of
the bed, turned, and continued to study the man beside her. No doubt he was attractive, but he was also
beginning to show his age. From the
lined face on down, he had started to lose the firmness she knew Daniel, for
example, still maintained.
Daniel. Sam hadn’t quite gotten her mind around
Daniel and the Colonel being together.
Not together like that.
Having sex. Of course, they’d had
a unique relationship since the beginning, some kind of special connection the
others couldn’t begin to touch. But
Daniel and ‘The Colonel’ were so habitually at odds, so different, like oil and
water. O’Neill’s harsh sarcasm often
wounded the linguist’s sensitive feelings, while Daniel’s single-minded
determination often threatened the Colonel’s sense of control. O’Neill’s almost manic energy kept him
constantly in motion, tough to catch, tough to pin down. But looking at him now, so soft and open in
sleep, she could begin to understand. In
the stillness there was a space where someone like Daniel could get in. This was a side of him he usually only showed
in brief flashes; the man, not ‘The Colonel’.
She could imagine them lying together like this, coming together in
tenderness. She smiled in
amusement. --Or not! Come to think of it, they’re both pretty high
energy individuals.--
She reached out and gently
moved a lock of hair off of his forehead.
O’Neill stirred, and opened his eyes.
“Carter.”
“Hi.”
Jack struggled to sit up,
and swung his legs over the end of the bed.
He wobbled broadly for a second and moaned, “Whoa!
Still on the merry-go-round.” He
ran his hands over his face and head, then his mind seemed to clear and he
focused on her.
“Are you all right? Did Min hurt you? He said….
He said he’d taken you. He said
he’d taken all three of you.” His brown
eyes showed the anguish he felt.
“Well, he lied, at least
about me. It was close, but when I asked
him to stop he did. I’m fine, really.”
The man nodded shallowly
to himself, some kind of battle going on below the surface. “Good.
That’s good. Maybe Daniel and
Teal’c are okay too.” He began to
absently knead his naked, scarred knees.
Sam asked, concerned,
“What about you? Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” He was barely audible, looking at the
floor. “He just… He almost made me do
something I didn’t want to do.”
Sam nodded and answered
sadly, “Me too.”
He looked up at her then,
and there was a new quality between them.
For the moment all the barriers were down. For the moment there was no rank, no gender. No differences in temperament or aptitude, no
expectations of themselves or each other.
They were just two people who were both feeling vulnerable and a little
scared.
Jack reached over, picked
Sam’s hand up from her thigh, and laced his fingers through hers. The locked hands rested on the mattress
between them, and they simply sat there on the opulent bed in the Goa’uld
playroom, and waited.
**********************************
When Teal’c regained
consciousness he found himself in bed with DanielJackson. Well, on top of the bed, but very much with
DanielJackson. Teal’c was laying on his
back, with the scholar draped almost entirely over him, their arms and legs
intertwining them intimately. They also
seemed to be very nearly naked.
Teal’c focused his senses
out into the room, and was assured that they were alone. He gingerly extricated one arm from beneath
the other man, and reached up to reposition Daniel’s face so it wasn’t being
squashed straight into Teal’c’s chest.
The archaeologist murmured and shifted slightly, actually tightening his
grip on Teal’c. Part of that shifting
involved a movement of the young man’s thigh which massaged the length of
Teal’c’s penis. Said organ responded
promptly to the stimulation.
Teal’c groaned
inwardly. A man would have to be dead to
not be aware of DanielJackson’s charms, but Teal’c would not act on it. Not only because there had never been any
invitation from Daniel to do so, but also because strong and capable warrior
that he was, Teal’c suspected that he would be dead within minutes if Colonel
O’Neill had the slightest hint that he had ever thought of Daniel that
way. Teal’c smiled at the image. The Colonel was nothing if not possessive, as
was well. It is a man’s right to
safeguard his treasures.
Holding him close, the
Jaffa gently rolled Daniel onto the bed, following through with his own body so
that he lay facing the younger man. He
pulled his arm out from under Daniel’s back, and propped his head up on his
hand. A quick visual inspection revealed
no major injuries, but several red streaks on Daniel’s chest and abdomen. Teal’c’s anger grew. Min had hurt his friend. He did not wish to speculate about what might
have been done to him.
With great tenderness,
Teal’c brushed his fingertips across Daniel’s shoulder. “DanielJackson. Please awake now. You are safe here.”
Daniel’s face contorted
briefly, then he opened his eyes blinking at the light. He looked at Teal’c’s face, inches from his
own, and his eyes widened. “Teal’c! Are you…are you all right?”
“I am, DanielJackson. And are you well?”
“I’m fine.” But his gaze shifted away too quickly. He was hiding something.
Before Teal’c could
question him, Daniel slid over and sat up on the edge of the bed, pulling the
thin material of his ‘skirt’ up over his thighs. He rubbed his hands into his eyes and
commented numbly, “Knocked unconscious three times in one day. We’re having some fun here.” Daniel wrapped his arms around himself and
looked off at a point on the wall.
Growing ever more
concerned, Teal’c sat up next to his friend.
“Daniel.” The use of his first
name alone and the gentleness of the tone made the young man turn to him. “Will you tell me what has happened?”
Daniel tried to look away,
but was drawn back to the focused gaze.
His face twitched briefly through various emotions, and finally he said,
“I…I’d rather not.”
“When you are reunited,
will you tell O’Neill what has happened?”
Now there was fear in his
reddening eyes. “I don’t know.” He looked away again.
Teal’c knew better than to
pressure his stubborn companion. He
satisfied himself with creating a variety of scenarios by which he could slowly
and painfully dismember the repulsive Goa’uld.
***********************************
Some time later the door
opened, and several of Min’s servants entered.
Daniel and Teal’c stood and faced them apprehensively as the group
approached. One of the men spoke, “You,
Daniel Jackson, will come with us now.”
A growl rumbled low in
Teal’c’s chest and he said, “He will not!” The large man stepped forward in front of
Daniel, but the servant raised his hand revealing Min’s device. Without a flicker of effort, he froze Teal’c
in place, and motioned to Daniel to follow.
As he stepped around his
friend, Daniel said softly, “It’s okay.
We don’t have any choice.” Head
hanging, he followed the others out of the room.
As they proceeded down the
ornate hallway, Daniel saw another group heading towards them. Sam was in the middle of it! As they came along side, the two teammates
moved toward each other and locked their hands around each other’s wrists. Daniel could hear Jack’s voice shouting from
further down the hall, “You sons of bitches!
Bring her back here right now!” but for the moment concentrated his
attention on the woman.
“Sam, are you okay?”
“Yeah, you?”
“More or less.” He took in what she was wearing and blurted
in surprise, “Wow! You look great!”
Sam laughed out loud at
the inanity of a comment like that under the circumstances, and the sound
helped to ease some of Daniel’s tension.
She replied affectionately, “Well you’re not looking too shabby
either. The skirt’s a good length for
you.”
One of the servants pushed
himself between them while they tried to maintain their hold on each
other. “You will accompany us now. Do not oblige us to use force.”
As their hands were torn
apart, and they were jostled farther down the hall in opposite directions, Sam
called out to him, “It’ll be okay. We’ll
get out of this!”
Daniel watched her over
his shoulder until he stumbled over one of his guards, then his focus shifted
to the doorway in front of him. The
attendants pushed him into the room and closed the door. Pacing a few feet away, Jack suddenly stopped
and stared at Daniel.
Jack’s piercing brown eyes
raked over him, looking for any signs of damage or distress, and came to rest
on the red marks across Daniel’s torso.
Jack took a step forward, and raised his hand to touch his lover.
Daniel took a quick step
back, and crossed his arms across his chest.
“It’s all right. I’m fine.”
Jack stopped, looked
Daniel in the eyes, and apparently didn’t like what he was seeing. Without moving, his gaze reached across the
space between them. He ordered, “Come
here.”
“What about not giving
anything away to the enemy?”
Jack let out an
exasperated breath. “Danny, judging by
what’s happened so far, I don’t think I have any secrets left in this
place. And I need to know how you
are. Come here. Please.”
Daniel was afraid, but he
couldn’t refuse Jack. He moved forward
slowly and let the other man take him in his arms. When he didn’t relax into the embrace, Jack
pulled away again, led him by the arm to the bed, sat him down, and squatted in
front of him.
Jack tenderly touched the
side of his face, and spoke so quietly it was almost a whisper, “Daniel,
sweetheart, please don’t shut me out.
I’m here with you, baby, tell me what happened. What did that bastard do?” When Daniel didn’t answer, Jack continued,
“Did he…rape you?”
Daniel shook his head no,
and with tears in his eyes let his forehead fall onto Jack’s shoulder. He just sat there like that with his hands in
his lap.
Jack prompted softly,
“Tell me.”
Daniel drew his head back
a bit and agonized, “How can I tell
you? It wasn’t Min, it was me. Well it was him, but mostly it was me. I don’t know myself anymore. You don’t know me, either.”
Again, gently, “Tell me.”
Daniel shifted away to put
some space between them. He really
didn’t want to talk about this, but Jack deserved to know. He couldn’t keep a secret from him. Daniel took several deep breaths to calm
himself, so he could speak coherently.
“He said he wouldn’t force
me, but he did try to seduce me. The
things he was saying, the way he was touching me, it was… I didn’t want it to,
but it was getting to me. I could barely
resist him. I thought I might be drugged
or something, but then….” He wanted to
stop, but forced himself to continue.
“He used a whip on me.” He
motioned to the red marks to illustrate.
“It was a small flail. It hurt,
but you can see it didn’t do any real damage.
But Jack,” he looked his friend
in the eyes, “I liked it. He used a whip
on me and I liked it, and it wasn’t because of any drugs. I got excited, aroused, like you wouldn’t
believe. I wanted more. I wanted him, so much! He was so close, he was going to enter me,
and I wanted him to.” Daniel trailed off
in despair.
Jack’s face was pale. “What happened then?”
Daniel wiped an errant
tear from his cheek, and continued sadly.
“I thought of you. He’s a
Goa’uld, Jack. I wanted a Goa’uld to
fuck me.” His face crumpled with anguish.
“But if I let that happen, how could I ever offer myself to you
again? I’d be disgusting. I am disgusting. I’m so sorry.” He hung his head. “I wanted it. But I knew I didn’t want him. I wanted you.
I said no and he stopped. But
that doesn’t matter, because now I know it’s there inside me. You can’t love someone who could feel like
that, Jack. You can’t trust me.”
Jack moaned, “Jesus,
Danny” and pulled the younger man close, wrapping his arms around him. “That is so totally not true. I do love you. I know what you’re thinking, but this isn’t
important. Let me show you that it
isn’t.” Jack held him and stroked him
and kissed him in a way that was definitely heading into lovemaking.
Daniel pulled back. “Here?”
“Yes, here.” He grew serious. “Look, by now Min knows all about me, and it
sounds like he knows a lot about you.
And it is a sex god’s palace, not like there’s anything he hasn’t seen
before. But mostly, I need you
back. I need you to release this guilt
and come back to yourself. Let me show
you that what’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours isn’t the only way to
look at it. Trust me, Daniel.”
Of course Daniel trusted
him, he just thought Jack might be wrong.
This time his constant protector might not be able to kiss it and make
it better. Daniel still felt confused,
but this was Jack in front of him, so reluctantly he nodded.
Jack darted over to one of
the cabinets, and brought back a jar of what looked like oil. He unfastened the hooks on the waistband of
first his, then Daniel’s single items of apparel, though they’d posed little
impediment anyway. Lying back on the
bed, he motioned for Daniel to lie on top of him. As Daniel complied, Jack opened his legs to
let him settle between them and wrapped his arms tightly around him.
The silver haired man
murmured softly as he stroked Daniel’s tense body, “Relax my love, it’s just me. I know you love me, so just let it happen.”
Jack wanted him to forget
what had happened before. Sweet of him,
but it wasn’t going to be that easy. He
realized that he’d spoken that thought out loud when Jack answered, “No, I
don’t want you to forget. I want you to
understand. And I want you to trust me
now, and go with it. I promise you,
Daniel, no matter what happens it’ll be all right.”
--God, I don’t want to
screw this up and hurt Jack, but I owe it to him to try.--
He nodded again. “Okay.”
The closeness of Jack’s
beautiful body, the caresses, the soft words and kisses all conspired to awaken
the ardor within him. Daniel didn’t feel
very comfortable about that, it was too much like what he’d felt with Min, but
Jack kept urging him to let go, so he tried to relax and not think too
much.
Jack began moving under
him, tilting his pelvis in a way that told Daniel what he wanted. Jack wanted Daniel to make love to him. He ran his fingers into Jack’s hair, and held
his lover’s face in front of his own.
“No, Jack. I...I need you.”
Jack tried to shake his
head, but Daniel held it still. “Daniel,
I don’t think…”
“Listen, I don’t know if I
can explain it, but if this is going to help anything, I need it to be you
inside of me. I need it to be YOU inside
of me. Please, don’t make me beg.”
The older man’s resistance
broke in an instant. He wrapped his arms
more tightly around Daniel’s body and held him closely to his chest. “I would never make you beg for anything you
needed. Maybe for fun, but never for
serious. I’ll love you, Daniel.”
Amidst more kisses and
murmurs, Jack oiled himself and prepared his lover, who continued to lie on his
chest. Then, straddling the other man,
Daniel raised himself up and positioned himself to feel the tip of the penis
against his opening. He froze for a
moment, eyes closed, breathing hard, as the memories warred with the present
moment.
“Daniel.” The beloved voice called to him. He opened his eyes and looked into the gentle
countenance below. “Stay with me here,
love. Stay with me.”
This was Jack. He’d do anything for Jack, give him
anything. He could give him himself at
this moment, at the very least. Eyes
locked with warm brown ones, words of praise and encouragement in his ears and
Jack’s hands on his hips, Daniel lowered himself slowly, taking his partner
into his body. This was Jack. Jack wanted to be inside him. It was okay.
Oh, God, it was more than
okay. When he had taken the other
completely into himself, Daniel stopped and savored the feeling of being
joined. He rocked very slightly, to feel
the full length inside. Daniel’s breath
came in small gasps, and he fought back tears of gratitude for being able to
experience this again. After a moment he
began to move rhythmically, and Jack raised his knees and braced his feet
against the mattress, changing the angle of penetration. Daniel gasped loudly as the hot organ scraped
against his prostate. This was so good,
and it was Jack.
Daniel began to lose
himself in the sensation. He moved
instinctively to increase the intensity of contact, as Jack’s hands roamed up
stroking his chest. It was so good, he
melted into the pleasure.
Suddenly, a sharp pain cut
through him, as Jack ran a fingernail roughly along the length of one of the
red welts on his chest. Along with the
shock of it, a bolt of fire shot into his groin, increasing his arousal. His mind reeled. He couldn’t believe that Jack would do that,
would remind him of the whip right then.
Daniel felt devastated that the pain should still excite him, especially
when it was Jack who caused it. He still
needed release, and couldn’t stop moving, but through it stared open mouthed at
Jack, sorrow creasing his brow.
Jack didn’t say anything,
but watched Daniel’s face carefully and continued to stroke his chest and
arms. When Daniel began to calm down
after the shock of the scratch, Jack moved his hands so that his thumbs rubbed
the hardened nipples, sending further ripples of pleasure through his
body. Then without warning, Jack pinched
the nipples relentlessly, causing Daniel to cry out at the excruciating pain,
just as a further flame of desire rushed to his sex.
Daniel couldn’t believe
it. Jack had hurt him again, caused him
pain on purpose. Was this punishment for
what had happened with Min? Was it that
Jack really wanted to humiliate him? But
the pinching of nipples was a pain that they had shared before, each giving and
each receiving as part of their love making.
What was going on?
As the intensely aroused
man continued to rock helplessly, Jack’s voice broke into his confusion. “Daniel, listen to me. It’s the same thing, Daniel. It’s sensation, it’s feeling you’re
alive. It’s only wrong if there’s intent
to harm. Don’t worry about this.” He ran a finger gently over a lash mark on
Daniel’s abdomen. “You’re just
experiencing more of life.”
The tears began to flow
now, as he looked down on Jack. The love
he felt for this man exploded through him, washing away his doubts.
Jack finally took hold of
Daniel’s straining erection, and began to pump it fervently as the young man
cried out his emotion. Jack’s voice cut
through to him louder, holding him present.
“Who do you want, Daniel?”
He managed to drag the
answer out of his mouth. “You!”
“Who loves you?”
“You do.”
“Who are you with right
now?”
“You.”
“Does anyone else matter?”
“God, no!”
Jack laughed breathlessly,
a massive smile on his face, as he thrust and pumped into their mutual
passion. “Good boy!”
With Jack’s voice ringing
in his head, Daniel slipped over the edge, and his own orgasm prompted his
lover to follow suit. Both their
wordless voices sounded out into the room, then Daniel slumped bonelessly into
Jack’s arms, tears still running down his cheeks. They both pulled great, contented gulps of
air into their lungs as their heart rates began to calm.
Jack cradled and rocked
Daniel to him as he kissed the tears away.
After a minute the older man broke the silence.
“Daniel, I’m going to say
something to you, and I want you to listen.
Are you listening?”
“Mm-huh.”
“Good. This is it:
I want to know all about you. I
want to share everything you’re experiencing without judgment or
reservation. There is nothing you could
ever feel or do that would make me stop loving you. If you ever forget that, let me know and I’ll
remind you again. You get it?”
“Yes, I do. Thank you.”
“And I hope that you can
do the same for me, because I’m going to want to talk about what happened
between me and Min, too, and that’s not gonna be the easiest thing in the
world.”
“I want you to tell
me. I love you, Jack.”
“All settled then. Welcome home, Danny.”
They nestled against each
other, holding the love between them.
After a while they fell asleep.
******************************
When Sam was ushered into
the room, she found Teal’c standing dejectedly in front of the door. His expression lightened briefly, then
clouded over again. He said with
longing, “Samantha.”
Her heart jumped at the
sight of him. He was so solid and real,
everything about him said home and safety.
She was suddenly afraid that he would find out about what she had done
and turn her away. Then his expression
broke through her own fears, and she realized that he was in great pain
himself.
She walked to him and let
her fingertips settle on his arm.
“Teal’c? Are you all right?”
His answer was formal and
distant. “I am uninjured.”
“But are you all right?”
He gazed at her
solemnly. She couldn’t believe the depth
of the uncertainty in his eyes. She’d
never seen that before. Even when he’d
been brainwashed by Apophis, he’d been sure of himself. She grasped his biceps and massaged them
gently. “Teal’c, sweetie, what’s wrong?”
He shook his head and
pulled away from her. Turning his back,
he answered, “I have behaved very badly.
I have done things that you would not approve of. I fear that I sully your purity and goodness
by my presence.”
Sam rolled her eyes self
depreciatingly. “God, Teal’c, if you
only knew. Purity is not a word
that applies to me.” He turned his head
and narrowed his eyes at her. Fear
coursed through her stomach, but she continued, “Look, I don’t know what went
on with you, but I think we haven’t been acting much like ourselves today. I know I haven’t. Are we going to let Min come between us? Can’t you talk to me about it?”
Teal’c turned and walked
to the bed and sat down on the edge, his head hanging despondently. After a moment he looked up at Sam, sad, but
more open. She joined him on the bed.
Hands clenched in his lap,
he said, “When I was with Min he taunted me.
I should have withstood his goading, but I did not. My hatred for the Goa’uld and all that they
have done caused me to become like them.
I took pleasure in causing pain, I could not inflict enough
torment. I have become what I hate.” He looked at her, willing her to
understand. “I do not like myself right
now, Samantha.”
Her face crumpled in
empathy, she leaned into him, rested her head on his shoulder and murmured into
his neck, “Oh, Teal’c.” She placed her
hand over his heart and asked, “Do you still feel that way?”
“That is the worst
part. It was not a momentary aberration;
yes I still feel the hatred.
DanielJackson was here with me before you arrived, and when I saw that
Min had hurt him, the same desire to destroy returned. I do not know when it will happen again. I do not know if you are safe with me.”
“I am safe with
you.”
His posture softened
slightly, and he brought his arm up around her.
“I…I want to be worthy of you.”
“You have a lot of reason
to hate the Goa’uld, don’t judge yourself so harshly. Maybe it would help if you didn’t think of me
as perfect. I’ve had to face a side of
myself today that I’m not too comfortable with.
If you expect me to be perfect, then…well, I can’t. Do you think maybe we could just be flawed
together?”
He gently pulled her onto
his lap and held her tightly. His voice
strained with emotion he whispered, “Samantha.”
She wrapped her arms
around his neck and rubbed her cheek against his. “Sweet Teal’c. I still want you. Please say that you still want me.”
His low voice rumbled, “Do
you wish me to show you?”
She smiled at him
tentatively, “Yes, please.”
He lifted her, turned, and
lay her down on the bed. He leaned over
looking down as though he didn’t know where to start.
Sam helped him out by
reaching up and pushing the corset top down away from her breasts, and looked
at him invitingly. One large hand moved
to trace the outer curve of one breast, then his head lowered to take the nipple
in his mouth. She moaned and arched her
chest upward, and his mouth moved to the other breast while that sensual hand
covered the first.
Her hands cupped the back
of his head, encouraging him to continue sucking and stimulating her, then
trailed urgently across his muscular shoulders, trying to pull him closer.
Teal’c slid one thigh
between hers, pressing himself against her.
Feeling his desire, she groaned and pulled at him more insistently,
trying to insinuate her hips underneath his.
He shifted fully on top of her, and spread her legs further with his
knees. His mouth covered her upper chest
and neck with lingering kisses, as his hands locked with hers and pressed into
the mattress. Their lips met and their
bodies began to thrash together in increasing passion.
Sam loved this feeling. She loved the wanting and the seeking. She loved the weight of him, and the contrast
of his dark and her pale skin. She loved
the heat they generated between them here in bed, and just by meeting each
other’s eyes across a room. She loved
learning his ways and his needs. She
loved him.
Teal’c murmured something
against her neck in a language she didn’t speak, but understood perfectly. He adjusted the angle of his hips and rested
poised at her opening. Their eyes
locked, and he slid forward, stretching and filling her inch by inch. Sam heard small cries that could only be
coming from her, as the intensity of the sensation increased. “Teal’c!
Teal’c!”
Entering her until his
penis tapped against her cervix, he then partially withdrew and thrust in again
harder. She cried out and arched into
him. “Oh god, yes!”
He thrust again and she
could feel the power of his body concentrating in their joined sexes. His smoldering eyes caught hers and he
growled, “Are you enjoying this, Samantha?”
She gasped, “YES!” and
arched up into him again. They moved
against each other, with each other, sharing the raw ecstasy of their fervent
coupling. He called out, “Samantha!” and
she willed him onward with her mind and body.
He thrust in hard, and she felt him come, the pulse and heat deep
inside. Her vagina contacted as her own
orgasm ripped through her, obliterating all other sensation.
Flushed, sweating and
sated, they disengaged, and turned to lay on their sides facing each other,
hands stroking sensitized skin as they recovered.
Looking deep into his
eyes, Sam asked, “Are you all right now, Teal’c?”
“Yes, I believe so.”
They shared a smile that
said much more, and began to relax.
Forehead to hers, Teal’c
said almost shyly, “SamanthaCarter, you look very pretty in that clothing. I hope that we will be able to take it back
home with us.”
“Honey, if we can’t I’ll
go out and get another outfit just for you.
Or two or three.”
“That would be
acceptable.”
*********************************
Jack and Daniel were led
back to the room where they had all first met Min. Jack snapped at the attendants, “Well thanks
a bunch for letting us walk somewhere for a change.”
Barely a minute later
Teal’c and Carter joined them. Jack went
over and inspected them thoroughly. He
looked at Teal’c carefully, “Everyone okay?”
“Indeed.”
“Good. Look, I don’t know what all this is about,
but we really need to be getting out of here, ASAP. Anyone got any ideas?”
Before they could respond,
the door opened again and Min appeared.
All four of them shifted
into alert, defensive mode as the tension in the room skyrocketed. Min entered, but stopped quite a distance
away. He placed his hands on his hips,
and asked patiently, “So are you all feeling better now that you’re back
together?”
Jack forced out between
clenched teeth, “You are an evil, slimy snakehead bastard. You get your kicks for today, or do we have
more fun and games in store?”
Min walked around them and
poured himself a cup of wine from a pitcher on the sideboard. Turning back to them, he answered, “Everyone
calm down, and we’ll talk about what transpired. You will not be harmed. Is everyone calm?”
Jack responded, “I think
calm is a lot to ask for under the circumstances. I think we can compromise by refraining from
tearing you into little bitty pieces.”
Min sat his cup down and
looked at them openly. “You really don’t
know what happened here today, do you?
You each have been blessed. I see
that you do not understand that yet, but perhaps in time you will.”
“Oh, right. Being drugged and abused is a real blessing.”
“I would put it
differently. You were not drugged. Not in the sense of altering your minds or
controlling your behavior. You were all exposed
to a mild form of nishta, one that merely relaxes you and lowers the defenses
which you erect around your inner selves.
It eliminates your inhibitions.
It allows you to act on your true hidden desires.
“If any of you had acted
on the desire to join with me in sexual union, no matter the source of the
impulse, you would have been bound to me forever. None of you was forced into any action and
unfortunately each chose to withdraw from the encounters, but had you carried
through I assure you that you would each have experienced the most intense
sexual climaxes of your entire lives.
There is a chemical reaction which takes place when one couples within
the influence of the nishta, opening one to an unimaginable ecstasy which they
cannot then live without. Had you
succumbed, you would not have wanted to leave me. If another had compelled you to do so, then
you would have pined and wasted until you were allowed to return. Connection to this level of physical
awareness would, in fact, have been a blessing for you.” Seeing the skepticism on their faces he
continued, “You have seen the happiness of my people. This is not through mind control, but is the
result of the liberation that I have taught them to achieve. They truly love me and one another. You do not know what you have refused.”
Min looked sad. “I’m most disappointed that none of you chose
to accept this blessing. I really, truly wished for you to stay. It is rare for
any individual to resist, and that four of you should do so in one day is most
disheartening. I fear the bonds between
you were too strong for me to loosen. I
understand that more clearly after seeing you together.”
He moved to stand in front
of Daniel, and looked him somberly in the face.
“I especially wished for you to stay, Daniel. You posses a unique blend of qualities that I
would have cherished, and my existence would have been enhanced by your
presence. For this reason I pushed you
much farther than I should have.” Min
actually faltered, a guilty expression passing briefly over his face. “I very nearly…It took more self control than
I am accustomed to exercising to keep from taking you against your will. The effect would have been the same, you
would have stayed with me, but it is not my way to rape. I apologize for my weakness.”
Daniel’s face was pale and
tight, and he was trembling slightly, but Jack resisted the urge to move closer
to him. The young man deserved to be
allowed to face his tormenter on his own.
Daniel regarded Min with a
cold expression, and finally shook his head slightly. “I understand that you thought you were doing
me some kind of a favor, but I…I don’t forgive you. I can’t, you hurt me too much.”
Min sighed. “I accept that.” He moved to face them all again. “I want you to understand, though, that the
offer of unsurpassed sexual bliss was not the only blessing which you received
today. I also made you the gift of
self-knowledge.
“The effect of the nishta
is not only sexual. The lowering of
mental shields allows you access to the parts of your personalities which you
hide away, even from yourselves. These
are truly part of your essence, and you cannot be complete as long as you deny
their existence. I provoked each of you
in ways which made you face things about yourselves that you would have avoided
otherwise, to your own detriment. I know
that the process is painful, but someday you may appreciate the result.”
Min looked at each of them
piercingly. “Understand this. None of those qualities are in themselves
bad. They all have their positive
aspects if you can recognize them. Let
me make that clearer for you.”
He stood in front of
Teal’c, whose downward turning mouth expressed his continuing disgust. “Unconfronted, your hatred can cause you to
act impulsively and destructively. It
can, however, be channeled to feed the very valuable strength you bring to the
fight against the Goa’uld. It is only by
refusing to see it that it becomes a danger to you and your friends. Welcome your anger for how it serves you.”
He moved sideways to face
Samantha. “You have long believed that
your gender is a weakness and hindrance to your life. You have tried to suppress and hide your
femininity so that your mental and physical capabilities could stand out,
allowing you to be more comfortable in a male dominated world. But your feminine side is still there
clamoring to be valued. By refusing to
do so, you are wasting half of what you could offer. When the womanly qualities in you live and
are expressed, it is an incalculable gift to these men who are your friends,
and also to everyone you come into contact with. Value your beauty, and by this I do not mean
your physical form, and do not be so selfish as to withhold it.”
Min took a position once
again in front of Daniel. “Similarly, you
see your sensual nature as a weakness, and attempt to deny and suppress the
need for ever more stimulation. You do
not see that this is what allows you to connect so deeply to the people and
events around you. You are fully part of
the world and all its physical and emotional potential. If you embrace this fact, then not only will
you be more effective in your interactions, but you will find that the universe
will be able to nourish your body and soul as well.”
Finally, he stood in front
of Jack, whose gut was knotted with tension.
He so didn’t want to hear this.
He. Did. Not. Want. To. Hear. This!
He wanted to reach down that throat and pull the snake out by its
tail. But the Goa’uld began to talk, and
he stood spellbound.
“You know perfectly well
the fear of loss that you hold inside, yet you try to pretend that it doesn’t
affect you. If you don’t acknowledge it,
then it can paralyze you, lead you to doubt your worth and abilities. It can also cause you to strike out in anger,
hurting others unintentionally. But you
see, your fear is the other side of the coin to your love. It drives your need to protect those you care
for. Harness that energy, and it can be
the source of powerful action for good.”
Jack couldn’t speak. He heard Teal’c choke out one word, “How…?”
Min turned toward
him. “How, when I’ve only just met you,
could I know so much about you? How did
I know exactly what approach to make to each of you?” Min smiled fondly at the large man. “Many years of experience, my friend. The sexual self provides a means of access to
the darker parts of human nature, where the greatest gifts of self knowledge
lie. I have provided this blessing for
many thousands, and have learned to perceive a person’s essence through even
limited observations. And none of you
are nearly as unique as you probably believe yourselves to be.”
O’Neill could barely take
in all he had heard. He’d have to do
some thinking later, but for now he was still angry. “So I suppose you think we’re gonna thank
you.”
Min shook his head
philosophically. “No, my dear. It is too soon, though in the privacy of your
heart you might do so one day.”
Daniel asked, “So what are
we going to do? You said before that you
would let us go.”
The Goa’uld was slightly
troubled by that. “Ah, yes, I did say
that. Of course, at the time I assumed
that you would all be choosing to stay here after your blessing. You understand that I have a problem.
“I am most willing to
allow you the freedom to leave, as I have said, but you see, the continued
existence of my paradise world is dependant on its presence being unknown to
the others. If you go back, you will
tell your world about us, and the information could easily fall into Goa’uld
hands. My people would make excellent
hosts or slaves for my ruthless brethren, and I would not put them at such
risk. Our defenses are excellent, but we
could not hold out alone forever, and many lives would be lost. And you, the Tau’ri, must have grown powerful
if you are able to tempt a First Prime to join your cause. You will sooner or later feel the need to
destroy me, simply for what I am. How
can I let you go?”
Despite everything that
had happened, Jack felt that Min was being sincere. They needed to find a solution that the
Goa’uld could accept.
Daniel was obviously on
the same page. He said tentatively,
throwing Jack a questioning glance, “What if…what if we promised not to tell
anyone?”
Min looked at Daniel
doubtfully, and Jack nodded for the linguist to continue.
“What if we went back and
said that Min’s people were here but not Min, and that they didn’t have
anything to offer, and didn’t want anything from us. The Tau’ri wouldn’t have any reason to
return, and there would be no additional danger from the Goa’uld.”
“Why should I trust you to
do such a thing?”
Jack stepped in, “Look, as
much as I dislike you, I can understand your situation. We’ve visited a lot of Goa’uld controlled
worlds, and most of them are pretty miserable.
I’m not thrilled about leaving a planet full of people here at your
mercy, but they’re not in such bad shape.
And we, uh, have a personal interest in not having to explain exactly
what went on here.”
Carter just had to point
out another consideration. “Sir, from
what we’ve seen, some of the technology here is more advanced than what the
Goa’uld have. It’s just the kind of
thing we’ve been looking for.”
--Dammit, Carter! First priority is to get out of here alive.--
“Way I see it, Major, this
is Goa’uld technology. We don’t
exactly have access to it, now do we?”
“But sir…”
“Ah!” He raised one finger. “Forget it.”
Turning back to Min, “So what do you say? You let us go and all is forgotten?”
Min studied him carefully,
and Jack added one more argument. “You
say you know us so well. Do you believe
we’ll keep our word?”
The serious, beautiful
head nodded and he said slowly. “Yes, I
believe you would.” He thought for a
moment. “All right. You’re free to go.”
Daniel asked, surprised,
“Just like that?”
Min nodded again. “I will take the risk. Should you attack us, you would not find it
an easy battle. Our population is large,
and they would all defend me.”
Jack was ready to get into
action. He’d had enough talking to last
a lifetime. “Okay, kids, let’s move
out. Hey Min, we need our stuff back.”
Now Min smiled
mischievously. “Oh, I think you can
return to your world just as you are. My
little revenge for denying me the pleasure of your company.”
Sam said to him, “We need
the devices that were on our wrists in order to return home safely.”
“All right, I’ll have them
brought. Please follow Dominga, she will
lead you back to the Chaapa’ai.” He
gestured toward an attendant in the doorway.
Teal’c, Carter and Daniel
turned and walked away without another look at Min, but Jack stood for a moment
regarding the Goa’uld. He was
confused. The snake had caused them all
so much pain, and yet was just going to let them go home.
Min said softly, “It is a
pity we won’t meet again. Treasure every
moment with your jewel of great worth.
You are a lucky man, O’Neill. And
so is he.”
Jack didn’t respond, just
turned and followed the others into the hallway.
***********************************
The four of them were
walking abreast down a wide, tree lined avenue. Children were running and playing around them,
the parents relaxing or joining in. Sam
wondered if it was always a warm Sunday afternoon here.
Daniel commented, “Well,
Min sure wasn’t your average Goa’uld.”
O’Neill snorted. “Not average, but he doesn’t miss it by
much.” The others looked at him
questioningly. “He may be a benevolent
dictator, but he’s still a dictator.
He’s an arrogant, manipulative Goa’uld playing god to the locals. And he may not have forced us to stay, but he
did his damnedest to get us to capitulate to him. He just gets his kicks from making people
betray themselves. And those free
psychotherapy sessions were forced on us, weren’t they? Sort of a Goa’uld-style form of new age
torture.”
Daniel nodded, “I could
have lived without it.”
Teal’c agreed somberly.
They stepped out of the
shade onto a sunny walkway that lead to the grassy park where the Stargate was
visible. Sam glanced at her teammates,
and stifled a giggle as an image rose unbidden in her mind.
Jack prompted, “Carter?”
“Oh, I’m just tired and a
little punchy. Just thought of something
funny.”
“Care to share?”
Sam grinned and looked
down at her bare feet. As they walked
on, she started to sing,
Here we come
Walkin’ down the
street.
We get the funniest looks
from
Everyone we meet.
While Daniel chuckled and
Jack groaned, Teal’c looked at her strangely.
She smiled at him. “Another part of American culture that I
really need to introduce you to some time.”
As they approached the
DHD, Sam moved towards it, but the Colonel stopped her, and faced the other
three.
“Okay, we all clear on
what happened here? Nothing of
interest.”
Daniel waved a hand at his
skimpy attire, “What about…?”
“The natives insisted we
use their dress, and we couldn’t offend them, could we? One more thing, and listen up, people.” He drew himself up in front of them. “We are, without a doubt, the best looking
team at the SGC. When we go back through
there, heads are gonna turn, and people are gonna be green with envy when they
get a load of our collective assets. I
want every one of you to project the attitude that if anyone says anything,
anything at all, they can expect a prompt bullet to the head.” He peered at them menacingly. “You think you can do that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Undoubtedly.”
“Good. I knew I could count on you. Okay, Carter, let’s do it.”
As the wormhole engaged
and Daniel pressed the code into the GDO, they formed their line again. Heads held high, danger shining in their
eyes, the team stepped through.
********************************
Two days later O’Neill called an unofficial
debriefing at his house, combined with Thai carry-out. They’d
managed to make it through their med checks and debriefing with very
little said, but between them there was plenty of unfinished business.
To start, they told each
other what had happened in their encounters with Min, at a level of detail such
that each story was about two sentences long.
Aside from what each couple had shared between them, no one wanted to
know too much more.
When the last had
finished, they sat in silence for a few minutes, lost in thought. Then Jack signed, and said softly and
seriously, “I know this has all been a
lot more up close and personal than we would usually get, and I don’t think we
need to belabor the issue, but there is one thing I’m taking away from this
that would be good for us all to think on.
“For the past month we’ve
all been skating on thin ice, and I know I’ve been wondering if we were going
to be able to continue to function as a team, or if our personal attachments
would be too much of a weakness. I just
wanted to point out that it was our personal attachments that saved our butts
this time.” He snorted and shook his
head. “Maybe not the best choice of
words, but what I mean is that when the crunch came, it was our strong feelings
for each other that kept us from crossing the line. Would we have been able to resist if we were
all still just friends, I don’t know.
Fact remains that we all came home, and that may be pretty much of a
miracle. I’d say that in this case our
relationships made us stronger, not weaker.
We’ll still have to be careful how we handle this, both off world and at
the SGC, but I’m feeling much more confidant that we’re going to be okay. I propose that we just relax and do our jobs
the best we can for as long as we can.
What do you kids say?”
Samantha responded
first. “I see what you mean, sir, and
I’d like to try. But there are some
things I’m still very uncomfortable with.” Her face contorted with
uneasiness. “I feel badly enough about
keeping our relationships secret from General Hammond, but I know there’s no
other alternative, especially for you two.”
She indicated the Colonel and Daniel.
“But now we’ve started lying to him directly. We totally misrepresented the situation on
Ahkmim, and that’s something we’ve never done before.” She motioned to O’Neill to let her continue. “I know we had to promise to do that in order
to get home, but once we start lying where will we stop? I feel I deserve to be court martialed for
that alone.”
Jack was the one who
needed to address this concern, and it was the man more than the Colonel who
responded. “I understand how you feel,
Sam, and I don’t know the answer. All I
can suggest is that we watch ourselves, and be aware of that danger, too. If anything else happens, or if it gets to be
too much of a strain for any one of us, we can talk again. It’s always an option to go lay everything
out for the General, and throw ourselves on his mercy. That might not be such a bad thing. You all right with that?”
The woman nodded, “Like I
say, I’d like to try.”
Teal’c agreed, “I too wish
to continue serving with SG1.”
Daniel nodded. “You know I want that too, as long as we
don’t compromise who we are. But I
believe in you guys, and I can count on you to kick my butt if I stray too far
off the path.”
Jack brightened. “Dibs on being first to kick Daniel’s butt!”
“O’Neill, I shall have to
challenge you to ritual combat for that honor.”
“While you’re doing your
macho thing, I’ll make Daniel a cup of tea and strap a pillow to the endangered
area.”
“Thank you, Sam.”
“You’re welcome. They’re just a couple of bullies.”
“Ooo, Carter! I hear you sucking up to my archaeologist!”
The evening degenerated
back to normalcy from there.
******************************
After the other couple had
left, Daniel and Jack sat next to each other on the sofa. Daniel looked over at the man beside him with
his ‘You’re so goddam hot I’m gonna have to fuck you till we’ve both got steam
coming out of our ears’ look. Jack’s
pensive expression transformed into a fetching lecherous grin.
Daniel knew that this was
one of Jack’s favorite looks to receive, right up there with ‘I love you. I’ll never leave you. And don’t even bother thinking about
trying to make me’. Daniel was going to
make sure that one got a lot of play from now on. He’d been amazed and chastened when Jack had
told him what happened with Min, and how it had only been the physical
similarity that stopped him from completing the brutal act. He’d always known that Jack loved him, and
was overly protective of him, but he hadn’t realized that Jack needed
him, too. And it had never occurred to
him that he might feel insecure about his age or Daniel’s feelings for him.
Daniel had been fooled on
that by the gruff exterior, but no more.
He’d spelled it out last night in bed while buried in his lover as deep
as he could go. “Do you feel that, Jack? Do you think that’s ever going to get
old?” Jack grunted by way of response,
which Daniel considered eloquent considering the man’s current state of
dissipation. Daniel continued, “Your
body is amazing. I was a bit surprised
to find out that I could feel this way about a male body, but fact is the shape
has nothing to do with it. I love your
body because it’s yours.” His lips
tickled Jack’s cheek, breath hot and moist.
“It’s you, Jack. You excite me,
and that’s not going to change. When
you’re 105 and I’m 96, I’ll still be trying to cop a feel. We’d better start looking for old folks’
homes with soundproof walls, or we’ll scare the nursing staff.”
Jack’s blissful, teary
smile told him he’d gotten it right.
THE END
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