When Worlds Collide, 2 of 2, J/D, NC-17
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sidNC-17 for porny talk about BDSM
Part 1 is here
WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE
Part 2 of 2
~~
Daniel and Jackson talked for over an hour. Daniel had so much to think about that on his drive home he suddenly found himself at a red light and didn't immediately recognize the intersection. He had missed his turn two blocks back. He tried to shut down his brain and concentrate on driving after that.
When he got home and walked into the living room, Jack was sitting on the couch watching the Discovery Channel and drinking scotch. Jack gave him a long look, picked up an object from the coffee table, said "I don't want to play tonight," and dropped the object again. It was Jack's collar, and the buckle thunked dully against the wood as it landed.
Daniel felt a chill in the pit of his stomach. “It’s always been your choice,” he said mildly. Jack nodded, eyes on the television screen. “Could we turn that off?”
Jack scratched at his cheek, picked up the remote, and flicked off the television. “Sure. Let’s talk!” he said with mock eagerness.
“I had a long talk with Jackson before I left the Mountain.”
Jack exhaled loudly. “That must have been fun.”
“Well, not fun, no, but I think it was helpful. Hope so, anyway.”
Jack drummed his nails against the coffee table and picked up his drink, taking a large swallow. “So you know what happened.”
“Yeah. And I know it was painful.”
“Just don’t say you understand,” Jack said very softly. “Because you wouldn’t like my reaction.”
Daniel blinked. “Well, that takes care of empathy, and I already knew sympathy wouldn’t go over too well. How do you feel about compassion?”
“Save it for someone who needs it,” Jack advised gruffly.
“Yeah, that’s kinda where I was heading,” Daniel said, wincing. Jack looked at him with narrowed eyes. “O’Neill needs it.”
Jack was very still, and his facial muscles went slack. “Excuse me?”
Daniel pulled out the letter from O’Neill and placed it gently in front of Jack. “We haven’t read it.”
Jack stared down at the envelope with his handwriting on it. His face was pale. “An apology, I suppose,” he said, sounding unconvinced.
“Probably. And maybe an explanation. I just know from talking to Jackson that O’Neill was pretty much of a wreck.”
Jack’s face showed his confusion. “I don’t get it.”
“Want me to take a shot at explaining it? Or do you want to read the letter first?”
Jack took a moment to decide. “You first.”
“Okay. Okay, history lesson. I’ve told you about my first experience with spanking.”
“Right,” Jack said impatiently. “College girlfriend.”
“Right. All sex was new and exciting at that point; I was seventeen years old. The fact that she enjoyed being spanked just blew my mind. But I liked it. And we experimented, got into light bondage, paddles, nipple clamps.”
“I’ve heard this all before, Daniel. What’s your point?”
“She shaped who I became, sexually. Now what if she had been turned on by giving spankings?” Jack blinked at him. “Sex, new, exciting. You think I wouldn’t have responded, gotten off on it?”
Jack gestured with his hands uncertainly. “Maybe. I don’t know. How can you know?”
“As it is, I moved on from that experience by getting deeper into various aspects of domination. Jackson’s first experience of kink, on the other hand, was with a college boy who liked tying him up and spanking him. He learned to like being on the receiving end of rough sex. He’s not a submissive, not really, but he gets off on the sex.”
Jack absorbed the information. “What’s that got to do with me? And...him?”
“I’ll get to that,” Daniel said with a quick smile. “The two of them started a relationship very early on. O’Neill was never married, Jackson didn’t marry Sha’re. I’m not sure of the exact timeline, but evidently they were moving towards something not long after Abydos.”
“That’s...” Jack stared. “Wow,” he said softly.
“I know,” Daniel agreed. “Freaky to think about, isn’t it?” Jack nodded, looking a little dazed. “Anyway, they were fairly vanilla to begin with, I gather. For quite a long time. O’Neill had no experience with BDSM, but apparently he did have a liking for the occasional bout of rough sex. Jackson let him know how much he liked that, eventually they tried new things together, adding things all the time. It just grew from there into a lifestyle.”
“Jackson seduced him to the dark side of the Force?” Jack suggested with a quirk of his lips.
Daniel chuckled. “Yeah, something like that I suppose. To be honest, I think they’re more dark side than we are. Jackson told me that they have a playroom.” Jack looked interested. “Soundproof. In the basement.”
“No shit?” Jack asked. “He mentioned chains. You think...?”
“I’m actually trying not to think about it,” Daniel said with a grimace.
Jack shrugged. “Probably better that way.”
“Speaking of better, you seem to be a little more relaxed about all this.”
“Well, I’m still waiting for you to get to your point, but I’m detecting the direction that you’re headed in,” Jack admitted.
Daniel nodded happily. “Good! My point, obviously, is that there is no right or wrong here. No matter what genetic predisposition each of us might have been born with, our experiences shape us. Now, try to imagine this. That day that you found the BDSM tape in my VCR. With me?”
“So far.”
“Imagine that I came home, found you watching it, excuse me, enthralled by it.” Jack gave him a dirty look, which made Daniel grin hugely. “But I’m like the other Daniel. I like the submissive role. What would I do?”
“The opposite of what you did do?” Jack asked, looking as if his head was beginning to ache.
“I ordered you into the bedroom and punished you for watching my tape. If I were more like Jackson, maybe I would have gotten down on my knees? Said, I don’t know, something like, ‘I’m bad for watching this stuff, but it turns me on. And I can tell you’re turned on, too.’”
“Yes, the hard-on was a dead giveaway,” Jack mumbled, trying not to picture Daniel on his knees.
“Maybe I would reach out and start to open your pants. Maybe you would let me. Maybe you would enjoy what I was doing. Maybe you’d agree that I needed a spanking.” Daniel’s eyes were earnest as he tried to make his point.
“Isn’t there just one problem with that?”
“What?”
“You being a sub wouldn’t turn me into a dom. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work that way.” Jack’s mouth was set in a grim line.
“At that very moment in time, you weren’t exactly anything. You’d seen videos before, heterosexual ones, and you hadn’t really identified with any specific player in the scenes you saw. I doubt if you really would identify with a woman who was being spanked.”
“Well, not completely.” Jack darted a glance from side to side, as though wondering what he had just said. “Obviously.” He cleared his throat. “Sometimes it was the guy getting it, though.”
“Right, but again, you weren’t completely identifying with the submissive role. You were simply more in tune with the male. It’s just natural. And I’m sure you thought the dominant woman was hot.”
“Oh, totally. Trust me on that one,” Jack smirked.
“So, you had an awareness, and an interest. But you had never seen two men in a BDSM scenario until that day, and then I...gave you a push. The only push you needed, as it turned out.”
“What, so that means that you made me a sub?” Jack’s smirk had disappeared.
“No, no, it was something that was within you, that I helped bring out. But if I had been like Jackson...”
“Yeah, so how does that make me a dom?” Jack asked with an angry edge to his voice. “I go whichever way you push? Sounds submissive to me!”
“Remember what happened on Tanvar?”
“What? No.”
“P3X-183.”
“Oh, like that’s going to help!”
“You got sick, Jack.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“Janet never could figure out what was wrong with you...”
“You’re still going to have to be more specific, Daniel!”
“Fine! You shoved me face first into a tree...”
“I remember now,” Jack said in a rush.
“You were acting like a shining example of a possessive alpha male. And I had to ask you, afterwards, when you were better, if the way you had behaved was a reflection of some secret need or desire to dominate me.” Jack’s eyes were on the floor. “Do you remember what you said?”
“Not exactly,” Jack mumbled.
“You said that if it were true, it was buried so deeply that it was a secret even to you.” Jack was absolutely still, only the rise and fall of his chest indicating life. “I think we’ve just met a man who has never been confronted by his submissive side, and he’s terrified. He doesn’t know who he is anymore.”
“I’m starting to know how he feels,” Jack said abjectly.
“Jack, no! Neither one of you is any different than you were this morning! It’s like when you and I first got together. You just know yourself a little better than you did before, and, yeah, that can be scary, but you’re still you.”
"I want what we've got. I want to keep it. I say that to you a lot, don't I?"
"Yeah, you've said it before. You know I feel the same way, don't you? Jack, changing doesn't always mean losing."
"I'm old. I don't want change."
"You're not old," Daniel said lovingly.
"Don't kid yourself," Jack said sourly, but there was appreciation in his eyes.
"You worry too much." Daniel laid his hand over Jack's.
“Bottom line. Are we still us?” Jack wanted to know. “What is going to change from all this?”
“Maybe nothing,” Daniel said. “Maybe a few things. Nothing major. The core of who we are and what we have is unchanged.” He looked at his lover anxiously.
“Okay,” Jack said quietly. He reached out for the letter from O’Neill.
"I'll be in the bedroom if you need me." Daniel touched his shoulder, rose, and left the room.
Jack,
I feel like this should be a formal apology, since I was officially on duty, and on a diplomatic mission. But it’s too personal for that.
I can only imagine what you must have been thinking when I walked out like that, but on the other hand who would know better than me? I hurt you, and I apologize. It wasn’t intentional.
You had to think that I was judging you, but that wasn’t it at all. I’m fine with who you are. But, right at that second, it was like I was looking in the mirror (bathroom, not quantum) and seeing...well, I don’t know how to put it. Maybe ‘recognizing’ is a better word for what happened.
Yeah, I panicked. And I ran. And I should have gone back and apologized as soon as I realized what that had to look like to you, and I realized almost right away. So I’m a coward and a jerk, and I’m sincerely sorry.
I’m going to have to readjust my perception of myself, and I know you know just how much fun I’m thinking that will be. So, I’m a little depressed. Talking some with Danny has helped already. You’ll understand that.
Bottom line, I still have a mission to accomplish, and I hope that we’ll be able to work together. It won’t be for long anyway, if you want to keep telling yourself that.
Sincerely,
Jack O’Neill
Jack folded the letter, his eyes soft and thoughtful, and tucked it back into its envelope. He started to go to Daniel, but turned back around after a few steps. Bending, he picked up his collar. He stroked the soft leather, remembering the day Daniel had given it to him, what it had meant to both of them. He flashed back further in their relationship, to the very beginning. He remembered his very real feelings of panic and doubt.
He understood, and forgave.
~~
Jack woke hours before dawn and reached out for Daniel in a deep-of-the-night panic. Daniel's lovemaking soon had him sweaty, relaxed and peaceful. "I felt ashamed," Jack admitted. "I've never felt that way about us before." He touched Daniel's face. "Then I started to resent you."
"That explains why you didn't want to wear your collar," Daniel said, sliding a leg in between Jack's.
"It was because it was me, you know? Rejecting myself. Well, I thought so at the time anyway." Jack yawned. "I can't even begin to tell you how that felt."
"I wish you hadn't had to go through that. Want me to kick O'Neill's ass in the morning?"
"I want you to stay away from his ass." Jack wrapped his arms around Daniel. They kissed sleepily.
"Okay," Daniel whispered.
They slept soundly until the alarm went off, an hour earlier than usual. Jack started the coffee while Daniel, more than half asleep, took his shower. By the time Daniel was dressed, the coffee was ready for him. Jack showered quickly and left for the Mountain with Daniel about ten minutes behind.
Jack's office desk was still piled high with the documents he and O'Neill had been working on. He moved some of them carefully out of the way and tackled his inboxes. Daniel knocked on his open door about half an hour later.
"Hey. I talked to Jackson, and what we thought might work best is for you to talk to him while I talk to O'Neill."
Jack frowned. "It's not that I don't want to put it off as long as I can, but why'd you guys decide to do it this way?"
"Both of us think the insight would be valuable. Well, for us anyway." Daniel grinned a little. "Maybe for you both, too."
"Insight?" Jack checked his watch. "Isn't it awfully early in the morning for that kind of thing?"
Daniel quirked a finger and Jack rose, making a face, and followed him out into the corridor.
~~
Jack knocked on Jackson's door. Daniel stood in front of O'Neill's room, planning to wait until Jack was out of the hallway before he knocked. Jack stuck out his tongue at him and quickly put it back in his mouth when Jackson's door swung open. "Morning," he said, feeling like a fool.
"Hey, Jack. Come on in."
Jackson stood back and Jack went inside. "So," he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"Don't be nervous, please," Jackson said with a crinkled brow.
"Well, this is a trifle awkward, don't you think?"
"I'm hoping we can get past that." Bright blue eyes drew Jack in.
"I'll give it my best shot."
"Oh, good," Jackson sighed. "Sit down, sit down."
The two men sat down next to each other at the table. Jackson smiled a little shyly and Jack's heart beat a little faster.
“I wanted to tell you how sorry I am about what happened yesterday,” Jackson said.
“Not your fault,” Jack responded automatically. “Or, wait. Was it?”
“It was?” Jackson blinked.
“Nah. I’m just yanking your chain.”
Jackson chuckled. “You’re good at that in any universe.”
Jack’s eyes widened. “Oh, hell, I didn’t mean that literally. Chain, I mean.”
Jackson pursed his lips. “Somebody’s been talking!”
“Non-specific,” Jack hastened to assure him. “Vague. Well...”
“Well?” Jackson asked.
“There was some mention of canes...”
“Ah!" Jackson's eyes sparkled. "You don’t get into that?”
“Oh, we do. Not very often. Daniel kind of restrains himself, I think. Okay, poor choice of words there.”
Jackson smiled broadly. “It’s one of my favorite things.”
“Yeah, Danny’s, too. He freaks out a little over how much he gets into it.”
“Jack can get a little carried away, too, if I don’t stop him. And when I get carried away first...”
“Ow!” Jack grimaced.
“So, you do it for him?” Jackson suggested softly, intent on Jack's face.
“Not entirely. But I would.” Jack flushed, knowing that he was laying himself bare for this virtual stranger with Daniel’s face. No, more than just his face. His soul.
“I suppose you could say that my Jack does it for me.” The two men stared at each other silently. Jack was the first to smile warmly. “It’s a good thing you and I aren’t from the same universe,” Jackson said, shaking his head.
“What?” Jack felt taken aback. He’d thought they were getting along so well.
Jackson's smile was sweet. “Our sex life would be awfully dull, wouldn’t it?”
“Oh.” Jack gave a snort. “I guess it would at that.”
Jackson touched Jack’s arm and leaned in hesitantly to kiss his cheek. But Jack turned his head, and their lips met softly.
When the kiss ended, they sat there for a minute, each with one arm around the other’s waist, foreheads touching.
“Yeah,” Jack said. “Pretty boring.”
Both men were smiling fondly.
~~
Next door, things had gotten off to a creaky start. "So, you must hate my guts," O'Neill said regretfully.
"No," Daniel assured him. "I wish you'd handled things differently, but I think I understand." O'Neill's eyes were full of doubt. "I did hate you. Yesterday."
"Ah!" O'Neill said, and visibly relaxed.
Daniel's lips twitched. "But Jack's forgiven you, so why should I hold a grudge?"
"He has?" O'Neill's gaze was intent.
"He told me so last night. After he read your letter."
"Well, he's apparently a better man than I am."
"Or you're a better letter writer than you thought," Daniel teased lightly.
"There is that," O'Neill agreed. "I always did get high marks in English class."
"Well, there you go."
"Should we?" O'Neill gestured towards the table. They sat, and O'Neill said, "I'm not really sure what we're supposed to be talking about here. I'm just still trying to catch my breath after yesterday."
"You had a shock," Daniel said.
"And now I've got an identity crisis," O'Neill said, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Anything you'd like to ask me? I'm sure you have questions."
"Millions of them," O'Neill said gloomily. "I wouldn't know where to start."
"It doesn't matter where," Daniel said quietly. "Pick one. It'll get easier after that, I promise."
"Okay. Is Jack a true sub? And what does that mean anyway? To someone like me, I mean. I don't know what I mean." O'Neill waved his hands apologetically.
"Yes, he is," Daniel answered. "But there are varying degrees. Jack doesn't have the slave mentality, for example. A slave will do anything to please his master, whether there's a reward in it for him or not. Jack feels innate pleasure from submitting to me, but I don't think that would be enough if there weren't physical and emotional payoffs. Sex and approval."
"Daniel and I," O'Neill hesitated. "We've joked about how he orders me around. Gives a whole new meaning to 'pushy bottom', and all that. But I don't think I let it happen because I need his approval."
"It made you happy to make him happy?"
"Well, sure! But there's nothing kinky about that. That's what lovers do. Or should do."
"And you don't feel that it demonstrates submission on your part."
O'Neill thought for a minute, and then stared at Daniel. "It's not exactly dominant behavior, though, is it?"
"There're degrees of dom behavior, too. Some doms would think that I'm not quite a true dom, because there are places where I draw the line. I want to sleep with the man I love; I don't want him in a cage at the foot of my bed. Jack’s my partner, not somebody that I call names and smack around.” Daniel shrugged.
“Would he sleep in the cage if you asked him to?”
“He probably would. But that’s not the kind of thing that you ask. Not to me, anyway. It’s something that requires an order. And I don’t think he’d like that, at all. There are undoubtedly places where he would draw the line, too. It’s just never been necessary, because my boundaries are mutually compatible with his. So far, anyway!”
“Do you think that I’m missing out on something? If I try to ignore this, am I making a huge mistake?”
Daniel winced. “Please don’t ask me for advice. I can tell you what you’re missing, but that doesn’t mean you have to embrace it.”
“What about Jack? Or you? You’re affected, too, right? Do you think you want to explore your submissive side? Is Jack going to want to go there with you?”
“I knew once you asked that first question it would get easier,” Daniel said with mock regret. “I don’t know what we’re going to do. We haven’t really discussed it.”
“But do you think Jack would be willing?”
“I’m not comfortable speculating about Jack with you. I’m sorry. Of course, if you want to ask him later...”
“Yeah, probably not.” O’Neill looked slightly alarmed at the thought.
“What I could do,” Daniel said, thoughtfully, “is tell you what I might do with someone like you, someone who expressed an interest in exploring their submissive side. Doms have been known to switch, you know. And some purposely spend time learning what a sub’s life is like, because they think they’ll be better doms as a result.”
“I’d heard of that, but not of anybody actually switching.”
“Sometimes it’s just a matter of interacting with the right partner. Falling in love, wanting to please.”
“Well, that part sounds like me.”
“Well, if someone like that came to me, I would probably start with something simple, like blowjobs. I’m sure you’ve knelt in front of your lover?”
“Sure,” O’Neill said, flushing.
“You’d always kneel for me. And I’d instruct you, tell you what I like, and how to please me best. And I’d praise you when you showed improvement.” O’Neill’s eyes flickered but didn’t leave Daniel’s face. “Maybe some light bondage next? Tie your wrists with something soft and play with your cock. Maybe make you beg before I took you in my mouth. You’d be pulling against the cloth that was holding you, desperate to come...”
O’Neill’s hand shot out and grabbed Daniel’s arm. “Don’t,” he said hoarsely. “Not another word.”
Daniel’s eyes gleamed wickedly. “You didn’t say please.”
O’Neill patted Daniel’s arm. “Please.”
Daniel’s lashes fluttered. “See? Begging already,” he said softly.
“Damn, you’re good,” O’Neill growled.
There was a knock at the door. “Want me to get that?” Daniel teased.
Glaring at him, O’Neill called, “Come in.”
Jackson poked his head in, surveyed the two of them, and arched his eyebrows. “Need more time?”
“No,” O’Neill said loudly. Daniel snorted. “Come on over.” Jackson vanished, and reappeared a few seconds later carrying a chair from next door, followed by Jack with another chair.
Jack wound up sitting next to O’Neill. “Thanks for the letter,” he said quietly.
“We good?”
“We are.” Jack offered his hand and O’Neill shook it solemnly.
“I’m still kicking myself for behaving so unprofessionally. Guess after this I’ll avoid personal subjects when I run across another Jack O’Neill.”
“Nothing like this has happened before, obviously?” Daniel asked.
Jackson and O’Neill exchanged glances. “Well, no,” Jackson said. “We’ve never had the occasion to discuss relationships before.”
“Why this time?” Jack frowned.
Another exchange of glances. “Well, after that alpha display of yours in the Gateroom, we just figured we’d finally hit a universe where we, you, were a couple,” O’Neill said.
“Alpha display?” Daniel’s jaw dropped. “That was,” he looked at Jack, “that was just the colonel in Jack. Threat assessing...”
“Oh, please!” O’Neill said. “If there was ever a clearer case of a man protecting his mate, I haven’t seen it. You had ‘hands off‘ written all over you.”
Daniel stared at Jack, who began to look sheepish. “Huh.”
There was a knock at the door. “Come,” O’Neill called.
It was Carter, whose eyes got wide at the sight of the four men around the table. “Oh, good morning, sirs. Daniels. Sorry to interrupt.”
“That’s okay,” O’Neill said easily. “What is it?”
“Teal’c and I were about to head for the commissary, and I came to see if you wanted to join us?”
“Go ahead,” O’Neill said. “We’ll be along in a few minutes.” Carter nodded, smiled and backed out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind her. “What’s left to cover here?”
“You two are comfortable? You’re going to be able to work together?” Jackson asked.
Jack and O'Neill exchanged glances. “Sure,” they said in unison.
“Well, that takes care of the immediate past,” Daniel said, “and the immediate future.”
“Anything else is just speculation,” Jackson said. “Where we’re going from here.”
O’Neill and Jack exchanged looks, but said nothing.
“Well, I want to say this,” Daniel said. “I’m willing to try new things with Jack, if he’s interested.” Jack looked wary. “For example, you can’t tell me that there’s never been a time when you wanted to take me over your knee and give me a good sound spanking, can you?”
“Only in the field. Not in the bedroom.” O’Neill and Jackson snickered.
“Use your imagination, Jack. Me, naked, bent over your knee.”
“I don’t have to imagine it, we did that, remember?” Jack glanced at the other men. “Not for a spanking.”
“Yeah, we did. I liked it pretty much as I recall. I think you did, too.”
“Well, you’ve got a great ass. What can I say?”
“Imagine it pink, and hot,” O’Neill interjected. He held up his hand. “I can tell you, it fits just right against your palm. Just right. And the way it rises and falls, begging for more...”
“Jack!” Jackson protested faintly.
“Sorry, dear,” O’Neill said insincerely. He winked at Jack, who was staring at him, wide-eyed. “Breakfast?”
“Not if it means getting up from this table anytime soon,” Jack winced. The others chuckled.
“So, breakfast, back to work. We don’t have all that much left to do,” Daniel said, looking at Jackson for confirmation. “Then what?”
“I’ll talk to Hammond and recommend that we share our intel,” Jack said.
“Thank you!” Jackson said. “We appreciate that.”
“Helps put dollars in the budget,” O’Neill added.
“Maybe some of that will trickle down to the meatloaf,” Jack said.
“Remind me to get the recipe,” O’Neill answered.
~~
General Hammond okayed the exchange of information, and while that was being compiled, the two teams were able to complete their original assignments, including the documents that had been outsourced to other SGC personnel. Information provided by Jackson launched Daniel in the direction of completing three translations that had been languishing for months. When the okay came down from Hammond, Jackson dug into his briefcase and brought out a folder full of problem translations of his own. The two men happily put their heads together once more.
O'Neill had a lengthy interview with the general, while Jack made elaborate plans for a send-off dinner, which were entirely unfeasible and largely illegal on a military base. The Carters, operating on next to no sleep, managed not to endanger the entire base with their insanely clever ideas. Teal'c and Murray worked out, kel'no'reemed, tortured Marines under the guise of providing essential training, and spoke tearfully about home and family.
They held a final debriefing, where the documents they were sending through the Mirror were given a thorough going-over. It lasted a long time, and it was a roomful of very tired people who sat and watched as airmen packed everything into boxes.
The scaled-down version of the send-off party took place very late in the evening. Sparkling cider took the place of champagne, and carry-out pizza took the place of steak and lobster, but even Jack didn’t care. There was cake, and it was entirely satisfactory. Hammond ate two slices. Murray made a toast. Carter giggled as much as if she were drinking actual champagne.
Departure was set for 0840 the next day; forty-seven hours after the visitors had arrived. After Hammond left for the night, the two teams lingered over the stacked boxes that no longer contained pizza.
~~
The two SG-1s assembled in the Gateroom. The boxes and bags that were going back to the alternate reality waited at the foot of the ramp. Sergeant Harriman had begun the dialing procedure. General Hammond had shaken hands with the visitors, and was standing back to give them room for private goodbyes.
The Sams embraced each other, eyes a bit moist. “I’m sure I’ll think of half a dozen new questions as soon as I walk through the ‘gate,” Carter bemoaned.
“Oh, I know! Me, too!” Sam said. “This just feels so strange, like we should be promising to keep in touch.”
“We need to invent quantum email,” Carter giggled. Sam giggled back.
The two Teal’c’s clasped arms in their Jaffa warrior fashion. “I will remember you, brother,” Teal’c said.
“And I, you,” Murray answered. “We fight the same battle. Perhaps we both someday shall win, and our people will be free from their oppressors.”
“May that day come quickly.”
The gate activated, and airmen began to cart boxes up to the top of the ramp. The Daniels looked at each other sorrowfully and shook hands one last time. They had said their private goodbyes earlier, neither one wanting to make a display in front of so many others.
Jack beckoned to O’Neill with a jerk of his head. The two men stepped aside, where they could speak more privately. “Your Daniel,” Jack began. “He, uh, big on penetration?”
O’Neill blinked. “Depends,” he said uncomfortably.
Jack shot a glance around to make sure no one was near by. “Toys?” he pursued delicately.
“Oh. No.” O’Neill cleared his throat. “Unfortunately.” He grimaced. “It would be kinda nice.”
“I’ve got two words for you,” Jack said. He leaned in a little closer. “Glass. Dildo.”
O’Neill flushed a bit, and then started to smile. “Really?”
“Oh, yeah.” Jack grinned, and O’Neill’s smile grew wider.
“Interesting.”
“Get one with a blue swirly thing,” Jack advised, making a spiral motion with his forefinger.
“I’ll have to look into that,” O’Neill said. They beamed at each other with pleasure.
“Uh oh,” Jackson said, from where he and Daniel stood watching their lovers warily. Daniel nodded, and both men did something complicated with their eyebrows. “Looks to me like one of us is in for a surprise.”
Daniel smiled secretively, thinking of the gesture Jack had just made.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure that’ll be you.”
THE END
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Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 04:44 am (UTC)Loved the Teal'c's getting teary over home and family. Seems really reasonable that the Daniels would say goodbye privately and keep it that way.
But seriously, Sid, porn.
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Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 04:47 am (UTC)talk abouttry out. :-)Thank you for the love!
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Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 03:38 pm (UTC)Fine, fine story! Brava, Sid! Break out the champagne!
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Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 04:26 pm (UTC)I think Jack and Daniel might have taken their clothes off when they went to bed. So, one sentence's worth of actual sex and nudity. Huh.
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Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 04:47 pm (UTC)I'm sure Jack and Daniel took their clothes off when they went to bed.
And I'm sure Jackson and O'Neill weren't just playing gin rummy in their quarters until Lights Out, either.
So there was Teh Secks. It was just Between The Lions.*g*
Hmmmm....
Library sex.
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Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 04:53 pm (UTC)Yes. Cuddling. Sweaty, manly cuddling.
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Date: Jul. 21st, 2006 06:40 pm (UTC)(This is actually a quote from the latest Jennifer Cruise book - a collaboration with a Special Forces Guy whose name I forget. It's a hoot!)
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Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 03:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 04:30 pm (UTC)Just don't look for anything soon. *drops from exhaustion*
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Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 04:47 pm (UTC)"I wish you hadn't had to go through that. Want me to kick O'Neill's ass in the morning?"
You know, that would have been sexy as hell!
O’Neill’s hand shot out and grabbed Daniel’s arm. “Don’t,” he said hoarsely. “Not another word.”
Daniel’s eyes gleamed wickedly. “You didn’t say please.”
O’Neill patted Daniel’s arm. “Please.”
Daniel’s lashes fluttered. “See? Begging already,” he said softly.
“Damn, you’re good,” O’Neill growled.
Rrrraaaaawwwrr! *fans self*
“Oh, please!” O’Neill said. “If there was ever a clearer case of a man protecting his mate, I haven’t seen it. You had ‘hands off‘ written all over you.”
Hee! Love it!
“For example, you can’t tell me that there’s never been a time when you wanted to take me over your knee and give me a good sound spanking, can you?”
“Only in the field. Not in the bedroom.” O’Neill and Jackson snickered.
*snickers too* Talking about Daniel's spankable butt before breakfast SO not a good idea!
Plus hyperactive Carters, Teal'cs torturing Marines and Jack's favorite meatloaf -- I love it!
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Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 04:59 pm (UTC)Carter was a bit of a giggler, wasn't she? And O'Neill was flushed a lot, and Jackson was such a flirt. I'm afraid I let Murray down, though, in the personality trait department. Although, he did raise the opposite eyebrow from our Teal'c! *g*
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Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 05:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 05:46 pm (UTC)Teal'c, in that icon of yours, looks alarmingly like Clarence Williams III on The Mod Squad (from about 1969, in fact).
Groovy.
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Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 06:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 06:52 pm (UTC)Yes, yes, Julie, but tell us which one! She says, "I told you. It's between the two of them." And in the background Pete and Linc are skipping off into the distance, holding hands.
My first exposure to slash!! :-O
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Date: Dec. 25th, 2012 03:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 06:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 06:54 pm (UTC)So glad to hear you lurved it. :-)
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Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 08:14 pm (UTC)Okay, I would be lying if I didn't say that I'm missing the porn too but there's so much potential to go from here. Guh, you just opened so many doors with this one.
quantum email??? *rofl*
You know what I really like in your fics of this universes? Your way of words - you're letting Daniel be the linguist he is, making him enthrall everyone with what he's saying - even a dom!Jack. *smirks*
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Date: Jul. 20th, 2006 08:25 pm (UTC)Interestingly, it was when O'Neill was talking that Jack got turned on. Both times. Guess Daniel isn't the only one with a silver tongue, lol!
You like the quantum email? *BG* That just popped into my head when I thought of the Sams as two girls saying goodbye at the end of summer camp. "Keep in touch!" "I'll quantum email you!" :-D
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Date: Jul. 21st, 2006 06:52 am (UTC)I'm sure the Colonel can wrap everyone around his little finger if he wants to. Even if he's not aware of it.
*hehe* It would be interesting to see who gets faster/stronger reactions with his linguistic skills...
The quantum email is so typical Sam! It fits so well. Only problem is that they would probably never get sleep anymore because of them working on problems all the time. *lol*
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Date: Jul. 21st, 2006 01:00 pm (UTC)Nah. Combination of both. :-D
(Hammond would have to restrict Sam's access to the quantum email. "Not tonight, young lady. You get yourself to bed!")
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Date: Jul. 21st, 2006 05:20 pm (UTC)While thinking of quantum email... that gives cyber sex a whole new meaning. Think of all the fun the Jacks and Daniels could have... :D
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Date: Jul. 21st, 2006 05:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jul. 21st, 2006 04:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jul. 21st, 2006 12:46 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. :-)
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Date: Jul. 21st, 2006 08:21 am (UTC)I think actually I might have read something by you before. I don't know how it could be I can't remember; how does someone forget this much HOT?!
ZOMG. domDaniel pushing domJack around, hurt!subJack and domDaniel making it all better with some sweaty sex.
My mind, it whirls with Daniel on Jack on Jack on Daniel moments however. But that's me, never happy with what I actually have. Grass is greener and all that.
So much love for this story!
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Date: Jul. 21st, 2006 12:50 pm (UTC)No OT4 on base. Unfortunately. Or probably fortunately for me, because I would have melted my brain writing that!
I've only had LJ since January I think, and not all of my older stuff is archived here. Everything (except this story) is at Area 52, though! :-)
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Date: Jul. 21st, 2006 11:23 am (UTC)*g*
What an incredibly wonderful story! When I was panting...er, fawning over your little short glimpses into this universe, I could tell it would be perfectly done, and it was! And you were very right to restrict it to talk, however greedily I might be anticipating more. *g*
Marvelous, thank you so very, very much!
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Date: Jul. 21st, 2006 12:55 pm (UTC)I wanted the new boys to seem real to the reader, and in the process of writing the 'glimpses' I grew pretty darn fond of them. They'll certainly get a follow-up visit. Or 2 or 3. ;-)
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Date: Jul. 28th, 2006 08:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jul. 28th, 2006 11:44 am (UTC)I'm very glad you liked it. It kinda ate my brain, but opened up a lot of doors for future stories. That's gotta be a good thing!
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Date: Jul. 30th, 2006 06:32 am (UTC)I was expecting some sex, possibly an orgy. *g*
But the surprising part was the bluring of the roles. Dom!Jack thinking about his submissive side and sub!Jack thinking about his alpha display.
I had thought the two realities were distingushed by D/j and J/d. I mean, I thought that was your intention so I was surprised when you put the characters on paths where they may switch roles in either or both realities. Does that make sense?
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Date: Jul. 30th, 2006 01:18 pm (UTC)I don't think anybody is about to switch roles - they've all been very happy with the status quo. But there's room for experimentation, finding new mutual turn-ons, playing new games. ;-)
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Date: Jul. 30th, 2006 03:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jul. 30th, 2006 01:28 pm (UTC)It wasn't until I finished this fic that I realized what I had really done. I gave myself dozens of new stories to tell! AU characters that I've grown attached to, and new things for both pairs to explore.
Of course, that was my plan all along. *cough*
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Date: Jul. 30th, 2006 04:09 pm (UTC)Well, of course it was! :-)
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Date: Aug. 14th, 2006 06:04 am (UTC)And today… I stumble upon this wonderful little follow up COMPLETELY BY COINCIDNECE. I swear to god it must be fate.
Now, to get on to an actual coherent review that is not just heaping random praise upon your ever so deserving head.
Your writing is phenomenal, from the first paragraph I was sucked into the story (an experience which happens all too rarely in my opinion) and I was literally squirming with excitement to see what would happen next. And boy was it worth the wait. This is unequivocally the hottest thing I’ve ever read that doesn’t actually involve porn. Good grief the characters you portray could get an Asguard hot and bothered!
Jack watched all this with narrowed eyes. Only belatedly did he recognize what that clatter of feet on the metal staircase behind him had meant. Only when Daniel shot into view beneath him. “Daniel,” he growled.
“Go,” Hammond authorized. Jack ran for the staircase.
Everyone is so in character it is amazing, I can totally see this happening, and it made me giggle like a maniac.
Jack raised his eyebrows. “And you and I? Will be talking about what?”
O’Neill grinned. “Fishing?”
Jack’s eyebrows stayed up. “I admire your sense of priorities.”
It’s a good thing Jack knows himself so well. :)
"I think we could say that my Jack just collided with a new reality, and his airbag failed to deploy."
Bravo with this line, it was just perfect.
“Remember what happened on Tanvar?”
“What? No.”
“P3X-183.”
“Oh, like that’s going to help!”
“You got sick, Jack.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“Janet never could figure out what was wrong with you...”
“You’re still going to have to be more specific, Daniel!”
“Fine! You shoved me face first into a tree...”
This conversation was so Jack and Daniel I almost squee’d myself to death… awesome exchange.
Jackson touched Jack’s arm, and leaned in hesitantly to kiss his cheek. But Jack turned his head, and their lips met softly.
When the kiss ended, they sat there for a minute, each with one arm around the other’s waist, foreheads touching.
Awww *melts*
O’Neill’s hand shot out and grabbed Daniel’s arm. “Don’t,” he said hoarsely. “Not another word.”
Daniel’s eyes gleamed wickedly. “You didn’t say please.”
O’Neill patted Daniel’s arm. “Please.”
Daniel’s lashes fluttered. “See? Begging already,” he said softly.
“Damn, you’re good,” O’Neill growled.
So, so hot, Daniel should come with warning stickers.
“We need to invent quantum email,” Carter giggled. Sam giggled back.
Giggly Carter’s, gotta love ‘em. Lol ‘quantum email’ that would be so much fun to write.
“Get one with a blue swirly thing,” Jack advised, making a spiral motion with his forefinger.
Daniel smiled secretively, thinking of the gesture Jack had just made.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure that’ll be you.”
*Gets down on knees* Please oh please write this sometime… I beg of you. They’re all so cute together I may die, crushed by adorable yet unfathomably hot talk!porn!!!!
Sorry about the really long and overly enthusiastic review, I’m usually not this spastic I promise, but when someone writes something really well in one of my favorite fandoms with my favorite pairing and every kink that hits me hard… I tend to want to thank them.
Off to Area 52 to find out what other wonderful offerings have been at my disposal while I have been terribly horribly ignorant of their existence.
~icelushypnos
PS: May I friend you?
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Date: Aug. 14th, 2006 12:18 pm (UTC)The first story that introduced the Quantum Mirror pairing. Just a drabble, and never meant to go any further. But, boy it did!
http://www.area52hkh.net/ass/sid/striking.php
Alternate Alternative Lifestyle, The Flip Side, Congruence with Mirrors, and Moving into Alignment are the other AU pairing fics.
First story in a 3 part series, our universe, glass dildo debuts in part 2!
http://www.area52hkh.net/ass/sid/itsagift.php
And this is the one where Daniel winds up face first into a tree:
http://www.area52hkh.net/ass/sid/mine.php
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Date: May. 31st, 2008 01:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jun. 2nd, 2008 03:04 am (UTC)I feel so guilty now, because I set up this great opportunity for future roleplaying and experimentation and never did anything with it.
I deserve a spanking. Must try to revisit this universe soon. :-)
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Date: Sep. 14th, 2009 09:47 pm (UTC)Daniel’s eyes gleamed wickedly. “You didn’t say please.”
O’Neill patted Daniel’s arm. “Please.”
Daniel’s lashes fluttered. “See? Begging already,” he said softly.
“Damn, you’re good,” O’Neill growled.
Talk!porn is so hot.
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Date: Sep. 18th, 2009 05:37 am (UTC)