Title: Moment of Truth
Author: Joolz
Category: Missing Scene, Slash
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack/Daniel/m?
Episode/Season: Lockdown/ season 8
Spoilers: Only Lockdown, specifically
Summary: Anubis has Daniel’s body, and wants Jack’s
Notes: Just a quick Sunday Afternoon fic, not
beta’d
Warnings: This is another hard-to-write-warnings-for
fic. Definitely graphic m/m sex. Not non-consensual, but not entirely
consensual either. You’ll see what I
mean.
Disclaimer: Not my lovely characters, just playing with
them.
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Moment of Truth
Anubis was pleased
with himself as he strode down the halls of Stargate Command. He appreciated the great irony of inhabiting
the body of a certain Daniel Jackson, galactic thorn in his side. This insignificant human had for some reason
been chosen to ascend to the realm of the Ancients, and once there had had the
temerity to challenge HIM. The
irritating insect had interfered with his plans, but Anubis had the
satisfaction of knowing that he had been punished by being returned to this
weak, corporeal state.
Entering Daniel
Jackson’s on-base quarters Anubis continued to poke about in the human’s mind,
sifting for knowledge and information that could be of use. The archaeologist was scheduled to go
off-world within hours, which suited his plans perfectly. Soon he would be free to return to his
rightful place in this benighted universe.
The room was
utilitarian, consisting of a bed, a dresser and a closet, with no personal
touches other than a leather-bound journal and pen setting on the pillow. He removed the annoying wire and glass
contraption from his face and dropped it on the dresser.
Looking up he
caught sight of himself in the mirror.
Clear blue eyes drew attention to the pleasantly formed face. He smiled, watching Daniel Jackson’s lips
turn up on command. His occupation of
the two Russians had been focused on arranging to obtain access to the
Stargate, but now that that task was complete, he took the time to feel what it
was like to inhabit a human form once again.
It reminded him of long ago, when he had enjoyed the use of a human
host. Like that one, Daniel Jackson’s
body was young and strong, as yet unaffected by the deterioration which had
destroyed the Russians.
Anubis lifted
Daniel Jackson’s hand to stroke the smooth skin of the face. Yes, this body would be quite adequate for
the short time that he would have need of it.
Perhaps he should take advantage of the opportunity.
Anubis slid the
jacket off of his shoulders and dropped it on the bed. It was soon followed by the light shirt and
trousers. Anubis stood before the
mirror and inspected the naked body with approval. He caressed skin from the flat belly upward, goose bumps rising
in the wake of his touch. Brushing over
the small nipples, he smiled again as a current of pleasure shot to his
groin. The appendage between his legs
stirred, and Anubis remembered this one advantage that the corporeal animal had
over the energy being. Physical
sensation. The addictive drive to
pleasure through mating with another of the species.
Using the fingers
that were now his, Anubis played with the penis and testicles, watching with
satisfaction as the column of sensitive flesh rose under his hand. He stroked the erection, the sexual organ
ready for intercourse, and let the other hand play over the smooth skin and
light hair of the thighs. Reaching
behind, he dug the fingers into the muscular buttocks, further stimulating
physical desire. As he dipped lower to
brush the puckered opening, one of Daniel Jackson’s memories intruded into his
awareness.
How
interesting. Daniel Jackson had a
lover. And not just any lover, but the
other human who had earned his particular wrath. The one who was responsible for the destruction of so much of
Anubis’ power. O’Neill. Oh, this development held great potential.
As if summoned by
the thought, a light tapping sounded at the door and O’Neill’s voice called,
“Daniel, are you in there?”
Turning to face
the portal, Anubis answered with Daniel Jackson’s voice, “Come in, Jack.”
~~*~~
Jack opened the
door and stepped into Daniel’s room, then froze at the sight of his lover
standing naked in the middle of the floor, one hand encasing an impressive
erection. After the initial shock, he
quickly closed the door and locked it behind him. A smile quirked his lips.
“What’cha doin’?”
Daniel’s eyes
never left his face. “Waiting for you.”
“Well, as glad as
I am that you weren’t waiting for someone else, don’t you think this was a
little unwise?” Daniel knew perfectly
well all the reasons why they couldn’t do anything on base. He was usually the one to enforce the ban
when Jack’s hormones got the better of him, so this was odd.
As though the
sight of all that gorgeous skin weren’t enough, Daniel pulled roughly on his
cock, provoking an answering surge of arousal in Jack.
“Come on,
Jack. I’m going off-world soon. Shouldn’t we say a proper goodbye?”
The intense
expression on Daniel’s face startled Jack.
His lover was perfectly serious.
God, that was hot.
“Uh. You know we can’t.”
“What’s the point
of being in charge if you can’t do what you want? Come here, Jack.”
Three involuntary
steps later Jack was standing inches from the very naked, very aroused love of
his life. It was all he could do not to
touch. “Daniel…”
“Take your clothes
off, General.”
The tone of
command in Daniel’s voice finished bringing him to full attention, as it
were. He blinked at the other man
uncertainly.
“I said, take your
clothes off, General.”
Why not? The door was locked, there were no cameras
in the private quarters, and he was in charge.
And horny as hell, by the way.
His fingers fumbled with the buttons on his jacket as Daniel watched him
with smoldering eyes, still jerking meaningfully on his cock. The almost predatory expression on the
younger man’s face left no doubt about what he intended to do with that hard
organ. Jack fumbled faster.
He had to bend
over to untie his boots, bringing his head close to Daniel’s groin. He could smell the distinctive perfume of
Daniel’s arousal and moaned softy in delight.
Before he could straighten up again, Daniel’s hand locked into his hair
and held him in position – a somewhat awkward position for a man of his age and
decreasing flexibility. Daniel pulled
him closer and rubbed his erection against the side of Jack’s face, smearing
pre-come across his cheek. Jack opened
his mouth, ready and willing, but Daniel pushed him away, making him stumble as
he stood up.
Daniel pointed to
the floor beside the bed. “Kneel down
there and present for me.”
Oh, yes-indeedy,
sir! He knelt facing the bed, leaned
forward onto the mattress, and shifted his legs open, his breath coming
faster. Daniel was a skillful lover,
inventive and exciting, and he did often call the shots, but he was rarely if
ever brusquely dominant. This was a
side of Daniel he hadn’t seen before, and he wasn’t minding the development at
all.
His lover stood
over him. “Very nice, General. Hold that position. In just a moment I’m going to take you like
you’ve never been taken before. I’m
going to put it in you and make you scream.”
Jack was almost
hyperventilating with need. The raw
power in Daniel’s voice was better than the most exotic aphrodisiac, and he
shifted back a bit so that his own weeping erection wouldn’t brush against the
side of the bed. The smallest
stimulation would put him over at this point.
Daniel opened a
drawer and fished out a tube of hand cream.
He smoothed the lotion onto his cock and then knelt between Jack’s
spread legs. Aligning himself with
Jack’s opening, he pushed forcefully, the sudden breach making Jack cry
out. Oh, they made love often enough
that Jack didn’t actually need much preparation, but Daniel was always adamant
about it anyway. This abrupt stretching
and slight pain took Jack to a new level of excitement. He groaned, “God, yes, Daniel!”
Daniel pushed all
the way in. When he came to a stop, his
balls bouncing against Jack’s, he reached out and pried Jack’s hands away from
the bedcover he was clutching, and pulled them behind his back. Holding Jack’s wrists with one hand, Daniel
leaned forward, resting his weight on Jack’s back. The other hand clenched into Jack’s hair and pushed the side of
his head against the mattress. He was
completely immobilized, he couldn’t have moved if he wanted to.
While this was
certainly erotic, it was also a bit unsettling. Whatever games they played in bed, he and Daniel always, always
made love. This was…different.
His solid weight
holding Jack still, Daniel flexed his hips, pulling back and plunging into Jack
roughly. As the motion repeated Daniel
growled sensually in his hear, “Do you submit to me, O’Neill?”
The violent
thrusts scraped against Jack’s prostate, effectively eliminating any misgivings
he might have had. “Yes.”
“What?”
“Yes!”
Daniel pounded
into him, shaking Jack and the bed.
“Who owns you, O’Neill?”
Jack was panting
so hard he could barely respond. “You…”
“Who?”
“You do!”
Daniel’s thrusts sped
up, the rhythm of a man pursuing climax.
Just when Jack was wondering if his body could take any more, Daniel
stilled, groaned a triumphant, “Yes!” and came hard into Jack. As the orgasm subsided, Daniel collapsed all
his weight onto Jack, wrenching his arms painfully.
Never once had
Daniel touched Jack where he needed it, and the older man was still agonizingly
hard. He gasped, “Daniel.” A grunt was his only response. “Hey, Daniel!”
Appearing to
realize what was expected, Daniel reached under him and ran his fingertips
along the length of Jack’s erection.
The slight stimulation was painful, and he bucked, trying to increase
the contact. He begged, “Please!”
With a low,
rumbling chuckle, Daniel wrapped his hand around Jack’s organ and pumped. It only took three strokes before Jack came
with a cry.
The orgasm that
shook through him was so powerful that he blacked out for a minute. When he regained awareness he had been
released, and in fact had slid onto the floor.
He turned around to lean against the bed and found Daniel standing over
him, already dressed. Jack stared up at
him with his mouth open, trying to think of something to say.
Before he could,
Daniel quipped, “Have to go get ready for the mission. See ya later.” Almost gloating, Daniel slipped out of the room. Jack still didn’t have an appropriate
parting comment, but did ask himself, ‘Who was that masked man?’
~~*~~
After canceling
the mission Jack looked down into the embarkation room with concern. Daniel was acting strangely. When he grabbed one man and shot another, it
clicked. The whatever-it-was had
Daniel.
Charging into the
‘Gate room he saw Teal’c zat the two men.
They fell, but Daniel, it,
didn’t stay down. Jack roared,
“Daniel!” but the man groped for the gun, ready to fire again.
Jack did the only
thing he could do. He shot Daniel. He’d lost track of how many people he’d shot
in his life, but he had never shot Daniel before. It didn’t seem real. And
it didn’t seem real when a black, amorphous shape rose from his lover’s body
and floated through the ceiling. As he
stood staring down at Daniel, bleeding passively on the floor, another thought
clicked, making him wish he could pass out himself.
~~*~~
After explaining
that it was Anubis they were dealing with, Daniel had slept for several
hours. When he awoke and the pain
returned, he remembered that Jack had been the one to shoot him. He didn’t know how he felt about that. He knew that Jack loved him and wouldn’t
have done it if it weren’t absolutely necessary, but still.
The whole thing
was pretty hazy, but it was starting to come back. He could remember seeing through Anubis’ eyes, so to speak Very weird.
And creepy. He shuddered to
think what would have happened if Anubis had succeeded in taking his body
through the gate. He would have to
remember to thank Jack for shooting him.
Then he saw
Jack. Jack staring at him with a
pole-axed expression as he struggled to take his uniform off. Then, in a distant way like an echo down a
long hall, he felt himself holding Jack down and taking him violently. Anubis had…? Oh, god!
Daniel sat up
suddenly, gasping, not from the pain in his arm, and mumbling incoherently,
“Oh, god. Oh, god.”
Then Jack stepped
to his bedside and Daniel stared up at him in horror. “Oh, god, Jack! I… He…
I’m sorry.”
Jack smiled down
at him indulgently, affectionately. He
started to reach out towards Daniel, then pulled his hand back. The infirmary was too public for even a
small gesture of affection. He said,
“It’s all right, Daniel.” Daniel shook
his head in denial, but the other man repeated, “It really is all right. I only wish that it had been you.”
Daniel frowned,
his eyebrows pulled low. “Wha…?” Jack wished it had been him? He vaguely remembered that Jack had been
incredibly turned on by what happened.
Had gone off like a rocket, in fact.
He wished it had been Daniel who had dominated him like that? Oh?
His eyebrows went
up. “Oh?”
Jack’s smile
deepened mischievously. “Yeah,
oh.”
Daniel’s eyes
widened. “Oh!”
“We’ll talk about
this later, Danny.” His back to the
loitering medical personnel, Jack mouthed, ‘I love you.’
Daniel nodded in
amazement and eased himself back onto the pillow. Jack winked at him and walked out of the room.
Daniel stared
after him. Well, this was a
surprise. Apparently General O’Neill
didn’t have to be in charge to get what he wanted after all. His body responded to the thought most
pleasantly. If Daniel ran into Anubis
again, he might just have to thank him.
End