Title: Leader of the Pack

Author: Joolz

Feedback:  If you like J  [email protected]

Category:  Slash, PWP, ER

Rating:  NC-17

Pairing:  Jack/Daniel

Season/spoilers:  Any/none

Archive:  please ask

Notes:  This one is for Sue G, she knows why. <wink> And thanks, Sue for the great help with the beta.

***Anyone who has squiks about non-con and doesn’t mind being spoiled PLEASE read the warnings.  Everyone else, read on!  

Summary:  Just who’s in charge here, anyway?

Disclaimer:  Not my lovely characters, just playing with them

Warnings:  m/m sex, fantasy rape

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Leader of the Pack

 

 

Daniel wasn’t sure why, exactly, but he woke with a start.  He was lying face down in his bed with his arms wrapped around his favorite pillow, but something felt wrong.  Barely lifting his shoulders he dragged his head over to face in the direction of the wrongness.  Prying sleep-swollen eyes open he jumped again.  Looming directly over his bed was the silhouette of a man outlined against the pale light coming though the bedroom door. 

 

Daniel’s heart started pounding with the adrenaline rush of fear.  As his vision cleared his eyes focused on the handgun the figure was pointing directly at him.  Swallowing and attempting to still his nerves he followed the outline from the gun up the arm to the face.  He blinked and queried with startled relief, “Jack?””

 

“Don’t move.”  It clearly was Jack, but the voice didn’t sound like his.  It was flat, emotionless, icy cold.

 

Daniel started to turn onto his side to face the unexpected visitor, beginning, “Jack, what’re you…”

 

The business end of the gun was pressed against the nape of Daniel’s neck, stopping him in place.  Jack again ordered, “I said don’t move.”

 

The earlier relief evaporated in an instant as possible scenarios flashed through Daniel’s mind.  Alien possession, mind control, imposter, clone, or something he couldn’t even imagine.  All he knew was that Jack in his right mind would never menace him with a gun.  After years of experience with unknown threats he was able to school his voice into the mild, inquisitive tone he was accustomed to using with dangerous aliens.

 

“What do you want?”

 

Daniel couldn’t see Jack very well from his position, but he could sense the other man’s body leaning over him.  When Jack spoke again his tenor was still bland and slightly sad.

 

“I didn’t want it to have to come to this, Daniel, but you’ve left me no choice.  It stops here and now.  What happened yesterday on that planet will not repeat itself.”

 

Daniel tried to lift himself up again but the cold metal pressed harder into his neck.  “Come on, Jack.  I know you’re mad at me for arguing with you in front of those warriors but why don’t we go make some coffee and talk?  I know you won’t shoot me.”

 

The quiet answer, “Won’t I?” made his blood run cold.  He was sure Jack wouldn’t shoot him.  Right?

 

The older man went on regretfully, “I’ve tried to teach you how to function as part of a team, but you’ve refused to learn.  We’ve talked, I’ve insisted, you’ve ignored.  You can’t seem to understand that I’M in command of SG1, not you, and because of that you’ve disobeyed my orders repeatedly and undermined my command, placing all of us at risk.”  He sighed.  “I’m afraid the time for talking has passed.  I’m afraid you’ll have to learn the hard way.  It’s for your own good and the good of the team.”

 

Daniel felt the covers being ripped away from his body and the cold early morning air added another dimension to the chill in Daniel’s gut.

 

“Good.  You sleep in the nude.  That makes it easier.”

 

Daniel knew he had to keep talking, but the rising pitch of his voice betrayed his nerves.  “Jack, whatever you have planned, just stop it right now.  We can work this out like two rational adults.”

 

Jack interrupted him, “Ah!  No talking, Dr. Jackson.  I haven’t lived through what I have and become a Colonel by accepting insubordination in the ranks.  I’m a practical man and a survivor, and I do what it takes to make sure my team survives, no matter how distasteful.  As a civilian you may not be familiar with the rather primitive pack structure of the military; there is one leader and there are subordinates.  There are ways to enforce this structure if one member of the pack steps out of line.”

 

Muscles clenched as a rough hand caressed his buttock and down the back of his thigh.  Suddenly dry mouthed, Daniel couldn’t think of anything to say.

 

The gun remained in place as Jack shifted onto the bed and on top of Daniel.  He felt Jack’s chest press his torso into the mattress and denim-clad knees push his own apart. 

 

Shifting tactics, Daniel decided that maybe talking wasn’t going to work and threw his weight to one side, trying to dislodge the other man.  It was like trying to move a mountain.  After thrashing ineffectually, the only progress was that the gun had gone from his neck and instead was clasped between Jack’s hand and Daniel’s wrist where it was pinned to the bed beside his head.

 

The cool voice returned, “Don’t fight me, Daniel.  You’ll only make it worse.”

 

Daniel was openly panicking now.  This could absolutely NOT be happening.  He tried again, his voice shaking with shock. “Jack, don’t do this.  You’ve made your point, now let me up.  I thought we were friends.”

 

“We are friends, that’s why I want to keep you alive.  This is a lesson that you’re going to have to understand with your body since it isn’t sinking into your brain.  It’ll be over soon.”

 

After one strong hand left Daniel’s wrist he felt a squirming and heard the whir of a zipper opening. Jack lifted his weight enough to grab a pillow and shove it brusquely under Daniel’s stomach, raising his ass and leaving his genitals hanging.  As his legs were pushed farther apart Daniel began to struggle again.  A strong body and long legs immobilized him and he was still unable to dislodge the attacker.

 

He felt prickly whiskers brush his ear and hot breath against the side of his face.  “Submit, Daniel.  You will submit.”

 

Like hell he would.  He tried to buck upward, but that only made it worse.  He felt Jack’s penis, a very hard and erect penis, pushing against his balls.

 

The sensation took his breath away with disbelief.  Jack really intended to do this! 

 

Jack’s free hand burrowed between their bodies and quickly pinpointed the location of Daniel’s opening.  Without preamble a spit slicked finger pushed into him past the clenched sphincter.  As the digit pumped in and out Daniel pleaded desperately,  “Oh, God, Jack.  No!”

 

A second finger joined the first.  Daniel was sweating from his exertions and the heat of the other body pressing down on his.  This act, a rape, was always a possibility on Earth as well as on missions.  Daniel was aware of the attention he tended to attract, but so far he had avoided it, at least from a male.  And now it was Jack, his best friend, who was going to do it to him.  His eyes filled with bitter tears. 

 

He begged again, “Please, Jack.  No.  Please?”

 

His commanding officer ignored him.  The fingers withdrew and a large, blunt force pushed into him, quickly at first to breach the opening and then slowing to enter at a more leisurely pace.

 

Daniel panted with pain and distress and, to his infinite surprise, arousal.  He couldn’t believe that he was turned on by what was happening, but in truth there was something extremely erotic about being covered and forced by a dominant male.  He felt the primal power radiating from the man taking him, all of it focused completely on him.  In a way, that gave the power to him, didn’t it?  Daniel choked back a cry, not wanting to examine its origin further.

 

Jack pushed forward until he was entirely encased within Daniel, then he stopped, letting his weight rest on the other man’s back.  After a moment he whispered, “Do you understand now, Daniel?”

 

Helpless, dominated, Daniel could do no more than nod and murmur, “Yes…”

 

“Good.”  The hand not holding the gun slid along Daniel’s ribcage and hips.  “Beautiful Daniel.  You belong to me.”  Jack pulled most of the way out and thrust in again.  “You know that now, don’t you?”

 

Daniel couldn’t respond.  He was gulping air, overcome by the sensations bombarding him within and without.  Jack thrust in again and Daniel dropped his forehead to the mattress beneath him.  He stopped breathing altogether when a large hand cupped his balls and hefted his heavy erection.  Jack thrust again.  Losing his train of thought to the overwhelming physical sensation, Daniel pushed back, trying to take him deeper, make more contact. 

 

The low voice purred roughly, “That’s it, Daniel.  Give it all to me.  Surrender.”

 

An inarticulate groan welled up from deep inside as Daniel writhed underneath Jack, this time not in an attempt to escape.  The gun lay forgotten beside the pillow as Jack used his arms for better leverage, driving deeply into Daniel’s body.  Teeth nipped along Daniel’s shoulder, leaving a path of fire as Jack claimed him with every fierce thrust. 

 

The rocking and pounding continued relentlessly.  Just when Daniel thought he couldn’t take any more Jack wrapped a hand around his straining organ and squeezed.  Daniel tried to drive more of himself into that hand, needing the friction like his life depended on it.  Jack was touching something inside that made him want to scream and was rubbing him outside in a way that made him want to cry.  Gasping uncontrollably, he bucked his hips up and down, seeking more.

 

“Do it, Daniel.  Come for me.  Give me that, too.  Give me everything.”

 

Daniel complied.  His orgasm shook through him until he collapsed, defenseless under the continuing onslaught of Jack’s passion.  Jack took him hard and fast until his whole body tensed with climax.  Daniel felt heat filling him, completing his subjugation to the other man. 

 

Jack disintegrated into a warm, wheezing mass on top of Daniel and then slid to one side onto the mattress.  Daniel turned so that he could wrap his arms and legs around his still clothed lover.  The gun shaped cigarette lighter (Jack refused to play with a real weapon, even unloaded) fell off the side of the bed with a thud.   His head pressed to Jack’s chest, Daniel smiled to hear the heart thundering under his ear as the other man recovered from his exertions.

 

Jack groaned roughly, “God, Danny.  You are so fucking good at that.”

 

Daniel lifted his head to peer into the slack, beloved face.  “Like it, did you?”

 

Snort.  “Couldn’t you tell?”

 

Daniel grinned.  “Yes, I could, actually.”

 

The younger man quickly and gently removed the clothing from the uncooperative body, wanting skin contact before they snuggled down again.  He let his lover drift almost to sleep before asking, “Jack?”

 

Grunt.

 

“If you liked that, I was thinking about next weekend…”

 

Sated brown eyes fixed on him with affection.  “Ah, Danny, you know perfectly well that it’s my turn to choose.”

 

“I know, of course it is.  I wouldn’t try to influence you in any way.  It’s just that I had this idea.”

 

Jack ran his fingertips over the smooth skin of Daniel’s back.  “And what, pray tell, has that imaginative mind of yours come up with now?”

 

“Well,” he began, watching Jack’s expression, “there are so many hiking trails around here, a lot of them are barely used.  I was thinking, you know how we have that ‘no sex on missions’ rule?  Well, maybe we could put on our BDU’s and head up one of those deserted trails and pretend to be exploring off world.  Then maybe I could wander off without telling you, or touch something you told me not to.  You would have to punish me, wouldn’t you?  You would probably need to tie my hands behind my back, say, with those plastic quick cuffs.  Then you could pull my pants down around my ankles and push me down over a fallen tree, take me right there.  The bark scratching against my belly as you pounded into me.  There would be the danger that some natives might happen by.”

 

The sparkle in the brown eyes was a definite sign of interest.  With pursed lips Jack acceded, “That has potential.  Tell me something.  Could you see that scenario working the other way around?”

 

Daniel pretended to consider it.  “I think I could manage something along those lines.”

 

After a quick grin the no-longer-tired Colonel pushed away from Daniel and scrambled off the bed.

 

“Where are you going?”

 

“To get my parks map.  It’s Sunday all day today.  No need to wait till next weekend, is there?”

 

The early morning sunlight gave him a lovely view of Jack’s naked ass as he jogged out the door and into the hall.  Daniel smiled smugly.  Jack was so easy to manage.  Daniel loved that about him.

 

Then he had another thought.  Jack jogging naked.  There were definite possibilities there.  Perhaps they could be captured by a group of slavers, stripped, tied together and forced to run alongside the caravan.  In the evening their captors could shove them down next to the bonfire and force them to provide entertainment by having sex in front of everyone. 

 

Alternatively, they could escape through the woods and take shelter in a small cave, still tied together.  It would of course be cold and they would have to share body heat.  In this scenario maybe the two of them had never thought of each other that way but the close physical proximity and nudity would cause them to respond anyway.  In that case there could be some shy, tentative exploration and gentle discovery before passion engulfed them.

 

Daniel suddenly reached over and grabbed his journal and pen from the bedside table and began to write.  He didn’t want to forget these ideas before they had a chance to play them out.  Daniel smiled again.  The possibilities were infinite.

 

 

End

 

 

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