'Ain't No Sunshine', Cam/Daniel, Jack/Daniel, NC-17

[sid]

This is Season 9 AMTDI.  ~2,125 words.

My writerly mojo has been conspicuously absent this year, so I was delighted to get this idea and I hope you all enjoy it.  Hearty beta thanks to magnavox_23, princessofg, and tejas.  A pleasure, ladies!

 

AIN’T NO SUNSHINE

Cameron Mitchell had a fine, strong body; not as straight as it once must have been, but as straight and strong as hard work and skillful surgery could make it. His skin was still young and supple but marred by too many scars, their once-angry redness in the slow process of fading, of gradually giving way to shiny white as the body began to forgive, but never forget, the trauma that had been inflicted on it.

 

Daniel didn’t want to touch the scars, the sacred, tangible evidence of how this man had nearly given his life. But he didn’t want to call attention to them by not touching them, either. So he tried to ignore their presence, running his hand down Mitchell’s spine, over his hip, along his thigh, but he could feel his fingertips bump over them. He sighed and pressed his forehead to Mitchell’s nape, sliding his hands around lightly furred chest and flat stomach.

 

Mitchell had a fine body.

 

But Daniel had never wanted to touch it.

 

~~~~

 

Head thick. Tongue thick.

 

Daniel tried to speak, to protest. Negotiate, implore. Understand.

 

They’d been captured. Gassed? Daniel remembered bright specks of white behind his eyelids as he fell, never feeling the ground when he landed.

 

Now they sat, slumped, in chairs that held them more or less upright. Locked in place like a row of babies in highchairs, and just as helpless. He couldn’t remember coming here, to this room. Were they dragged? Carried?

 

Mitchell was on his right, Sam on his left. He couldn’t quite manage to turn his head, but he was sure he saw Teal’c’s boot next to hers. All here, all apparently suffering the same effects from whatever had been used on them, because his teammates weren’t exactly raising a ruckus over the treatment they’d been given.

 

A hand seized his chin, not too roughly, and lifted his head. Dizziness assaulted his senses and the face leaning down over him swam, blurred. Daniel moaned, just a little, and heard a sound come from Mitchell. The face turned in that direction and Daniel, trying to follow with his eyes, saw that the man’s other arm was outstretched and probably holding Mitchell’s head up, too.

 

“What do you think, Nareb? Will these please their majesties?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Yes.” The voice sounded thoughtful and the thumb of the hand that held Daniel stroked his face, pulling the corner of his mouth open slightly. “Yes, you two will make a pretty show.” The hand left him and Daniel sagged forward. “Bring them.”

 

A cloth covered Daniel’s nose and mouth and he inhaled something smoky and sweet and fell into blackness.

 

~~~~

 

Daniel’s head was clear now. Shock will do that to you.

 

They’d been taken to a new room while they were unconscious. Not Teal’c and Sam, just the two of them; the ones who’d been picked to put on the pretty show. Brought here.  Brought to.  Stripped.

 

Made to kneel on a rug before the thrones. Given their instructions. Given their incentive.

 

Shown, on a monitor, their teammates, still enclosed in their chairs. Conscious but immobile, and with knives pressed to their necks. Good incentive.

 

Mitchell stood behind him, stroking his back. “So, we’ll give them a show,” he’d said, with bitterness dripping from each word. Hands at Daniel’s hips now, thumbs at the crest of his buttocks. “You with me, Jackson?” he’d asked.  A senseless question on the face of it, but as one of Mitchell’s hands traveled up Daniel’s flank and the other dipped fingertips into his pubic hair, Daniel knew why Mitchell had asked it. 

 

He’d needed permission to do this; to touch. Express consent that allowed him to take Daniel’s cock into his hand, sink his teeth into Daniel’s earlobe, rub his body against Daniel’s. His unaroused body, that soon Daniel would be called upon to awaken, to excite.

 

Daniel laid his hand gently over Mitchell’s wrist as Mitchell began to work his cock and let some of his weight lean back into the other man’s body. Accepting, allowing. “Okay,” Mitchell said gruffly into his ear. His hand stroked a little more roughly, confidently. Daniel let himself harden.

 

Eventually Mitchell moved around in front of him and raised a hand to Daniel’s face, not really meeting his eyes. Looking at his mouth. Touching it with his thumb, pulling it open a bit the same way the other man had done earlier. Daniel flinched. Mitchell flinched, his thumb pulling away as if burned.

 

They stared at each other for a second. 

 

“Part of the show,” Mitchell said, sounding wary.

 

Daniel nodded, licked his lips, and leaned forward. Their mouths met crookedly, adjusted. Mitchell stepped in closer and Daniel’s erection bumped up against his hip. He could feel Mitchell react, feel a shock running through him. He didn’t back off or break the kiss, but his lips became rigid, unmoving against Daniel’s for several seconds.

 

Daniel put his hands on Mitchell carefully, like he was approaching a skittish animal. One hand on a shoulder, one on an elbow. He moved his mouth, opening it a little, altering the pressure. He stroked Mitchell’s shoulder softly. Mitchell shifted his feet and began to kiss Daniel back.

 

They kissed for a while, arms gradually sliding around each other and bodies pressing against each other. Daniel could feel Mitchell’s heart thumping, and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. He pulled back, turning his head a little, gulping oxygen.

 

“Okay,” Mitchell gasped. “Okay, that was weird.”

 

Daniel looked at him. Mitchell was flushed and actually laughing a little, but after a couple of seconds his face got serious as he looked down. Daniel looked down, too. His cock was still hard, and Mitchell’s was still soft, although not quite as soft as before, Daniel thought. Mitchell put his hand on Daniel and jerked gently, once, twice. “Your turn, Jackson.”

 

“Right,” Daniel said. And he moved behind Mitchell and began to touch him. Part of the show. Part of the mission, now. Operation Hard-on. Only the sobering reality of Mitchell’s scars saved Daniel from inappropriate laughter. He eased up close to Mitchell, wrapping him in a hug, then put his chin down on his shoulder and reached slowly for his cock, sliding his hand along Mitchell’s skin to signal his intent. He felt Mitchell’s jaw muscles clench, heard a pop and a loud swallow, wanted to say something. But what? There were no words for this situation.

 

He took Mitchell’s cock into his hand and tried to make it grow. He coaxed; he insisted. He made a little progress, but Mitchell was tense in his arms and getting restless. They had their instructions; this was the way it had to be. Mitchell couldn’t take matters into his own hands. “What do I need to do different?” Daniel whispered.

 

“It’s not you,” Mitchell answered hoarsely. “I just can’t….”

 

“Okay; all right.” Daniel released him and moved around to the front. “It’s all right.”

 

“No, it isn’t.”

 

“Don’t worry.” Daniel lowered himself to his knees, thankful for the rug. He saw Mitchell tremble and sway. “It’s okay.”

 

“Jackson?”

 

“It’s all right.” Daniel reached for Mitchell and took him in, every inch, and swirled his tongue. Within a minute Mitchell was swelling inside his mouth; within two he no longer fit and Daniel began to bob his head.  And Mitchell continued to grow, his hands clutching at Daniel’s head, and loud murmurs of approval came from the dais that held the thrones. Daniel pulled away, gagging.

 

“You okay?”  Soft and anxious, as Mitchell reached down a hand to pull him up.

 

“Sure.” Daniel reached past the offered hand and tugged at Mitchell’s arm. “Come on.” He shifted around and lay down on his back. Mitchell hesitated, then dropped down beside him. “No, get on top,” Daniel said, then cleared his throat.

 

“Yeah.” Mitchell set his jaw grimly. “Guess we’ve reached that part of the show, haven’t we?”

 

“Almost over,” Daniel said encouragingly. He spread his legs and Mitchell got between them, lowering himself onto knees and elbows, pale and sweating. His erection was still strong, though, Daniel was relieved to see, to feel. Daniel reached between their bellies and aligned their cocks. Mitchell gasped and blinked. Daniel coughed. “I’m… any time you’re… you know, just move.”

 

Mitchell looked down at him almost pleadingly, then closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and moved. And it felt good. Lube would have made it better; it was a little rough; Mitchell was a little clumsy. Daniel put his hands on Mitchell’s hips and tried to guide him and that was a little better, and when Daniel began to rock his hips up to meet Mitchell’s push that was a lot better. Skin slid against skin, breathing quickened, heart rates increased.

 

If only Mitchell didn’t look like this was the most dreadful thing he could ever imagine being forced to do, this wouldn’t be so bad. Daniel couldn’t look away from his screwed up face and it was doing nothing to bring him to the brink of orgasm; quite the contrary. He tried to put himself in Mitchell’s place, to guess what the other man might be feeling so that he could figure out how to respond, how to help.

 

And he realized that he might have made a mistake. Daniel had thought that Mitchell, as a straight man, a military man, would be more comfortable on top, taking the more active role. He hadn’t considered that Mitchell, being the good guy that he was, the sweet guy even, probably felt like he was committing assault on his teammate. And if that was what was making this so distasteful….

 

Daniel grabbed Mitchell around the shoulders and scissored his legs and flipped them both over.

 

“Huh?” Mitchell looked dazed.

 

“Part of the pretty show,” Daniel told him. He settled more firmly into place, ignoring shouts of laughter from the dais. He took a deep breath. “Okay?”

 

Mitchell swallowed dryly. “Whatever. Okay.”

 

Daniel took that as his cue to start moving. He watched Mitchell closely at first, making sure that he’d gotten it right this time. Mitchell kept his eyes closed, but his jaw slowly relaxed to the point where his lips parted. And his hips began moving up to meet Daniel, ever so slightly, maybe not even consciously. Daniel drove against him, harder and faster. Saw the hitch in his breathing and the rising color in his neck and face and closed his own eyes, shutting them against that private moment that Mitchell wouldn’t want him to see; that he didn’t want to see.

 

Daniel felt the warmth and wetness of Mitchell’s release against his sweat-damp skin as they breathed harshly into each other’s faces. The scent, the slickness, the knowledge that it was almost over, Mitchell’s limp sprawl… Daniel thrust a dozen more times, feeling his orgasm build, peak, spill over. There was applause. He fell against Mitchell, shuddering, and felt an arm thrown across his back. He lay there until the arm fell away a few seconds later, and then rolled off to the side.

 

The continued applause and mocking calls for more made his blood run cold, but Mitchell was warm against his arm and thigh and he was content for the moment to simply lie there and wait to learn whether or not these people’s word was worth anything. If it was, they’d all be going home soon. If it wasn’t… well, it just had to be.

 

~~~~

 

Daniel was showered and dressed and putting on his shoes when Mitchell came into the locker room. There was a moment of acute and awkward awareness between them, which Daniel hastened to break. “How did it go with Landry?”

 

“Well, I’ve had worse conversations with COs,” Mitchell said dryly, opening up his locker.

 

“But you really can’t remember when?”

 

Mitchell gave him a sidelong look and half of a smile. “Actually, he was great.”

 

“That’s good,” Daniel said.

 

“Yeah.” Mitchell sat down and tugged his boots off. “He was great.”

 

Daniel stood up and hovered uncertainly. “I’m off,” he said, but didn’t head for the door.

 

“Jackson,” Mitchell said quietly, “we gonna be able to put this behind us?”

 

Daniel scratched his head and crinkled his brow. “Put what behind us?”

 

“Yeah,” Mitchell said. He stood up and looked off to the side, both halves of the smile dimpling his cheeks.

 

“See you tomorrow, Mitchell.”

 

“Have a good night, Jackson.”

 

~~~~

 

“Crap, Daniel.”

 

Daniel switched the Asgard communication device to his other hand and wiped sweat from his palm onto his T-shirt.

 

“Are you both all right?”

 

Daniel closed his eyes on a wave of relief as he was reminded, one more time, exactly why he was head-over-heels in love with Jack O’Neill.

Comments

[tejas.livejournal.com]

So nice.

[sid]

:-) I hope to write again one day. :-)

[discodiva76.livejournal.com]

Ooooo, ouch, and awwww!......beautifully written my dear!


Deeds xx

[sid]

Something a little bit different - glad you liked it!

[bugchicklv.livejournal.com]

OMG so hot.

And how much do I love that you had Daniel flip Mitchell over, that he realized Cam's discomfort and WHY...and then did something about it.

More than words.

(And I should have used a Mitchell/Daniel icon, but this one was much more appropriate.)

[sid]

(Hee! great icon!)

I knew that I wanted to get Daniel on top, or that Daniel wanted to get on top (the writing process can be confuzzling), but I didn't realize why until I stopped to think it over. So, so glad you (and others) liked that bit, because that means I got it right. :-)

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

Oh, well done. Thanks.

[sid]

Very happy you enjoyed it. :-)

[magnavox-23.livejournal.com]

Hehe, I still love love LOVE the ending!

[sid]

Gotta keep that OTP intact, ya know! :-D

[princessofg.livejournal.com]

i love this graf more each time i read:

"And he realized that he might have made a mistake. Daniel had thought that Mitchell, as a straight man, a military man, would be more comfortable on top, taking the more active role. He hadn’t considered that Mitchell, being the good guy that he was, the sweet guy even, probably felt like he was committing assault on his teammate. And if that was what was making this so distasteful….

Daniel grabbed Mitchell around the shoulders and scissored his legs and flipped them both over."

it's really a marvel of economy. it's gorgeous. i love the surprise you weave in. we don't know if daniel's gay, if mitchell's, gay, or what, going in, and you let us discover so much about them.

love it! am reccing.

[sid]

Thank you! I discovered things about them, too, especially in the process of writing that paragraph. Because I really hadn't seen that coming. The flipping, yes, I'd planned on that, but the motivation grew from what I sensed about the characters.

I appreciate the rec, so, so much. *ginormous hug*

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes! Cam issuch an officer and a gentleman, and Daniel is so used to getting into the headspace of "okay, this is what reality is here and now." This is exactly the way I see the two of them dealing with this.

And Jack? Is made of love. Literally. ♥

(Also? The aliens are nuts to not want to watch Sam and Teal'c together, but I'm betting they thought Teal'c would be too feisty and Sam would be a better hostage. ;-)

[sid]

They'd do what needed to be done. They'd work together and help each other over the rough spots and avoid talking about it afterwards. :-) For they are manly men.

Yes! to Jack. He says the one perfect thing and it comes straight from his soul.

(My suspicion is that the "pretty show" had a lot to do with what Vala observed about Earth's gene pool. Their majesties perhaps have a "type" that interests them, hence the incomprehensible ignoring of Sam and Teal'c. Of course, I couldn't say for certain. ;-)

[starting-gate.livejournal.com]

I was leery about reading this, but am glad I did. It made a huge difference (to me) that Mitchell was straight. You did a great job handling everyone’s actions and emotions, totally believable and realistic. And yeah, sometimes, Jack says exactly the right thing. :)

Welcome back, mojo!

[sid]

I'm glad you gave it a chance! It's an awkward fic to "market", so I just decided to list both pairings and hope that that would snare the most readers and avoid anyone feeling like they'd gotten suckered.

I suppose I should try writing something else, just to check in on my mojo, huh? Maybe tackle an old WIP? *cringes* Or possibly start something fresh that's been lurking in the Story Ideas folder.

[michare1a.livejournal.com]

Aw! I really enjoyed that!! :-) I really liked when Daniel flipped Cam over, the motivation for doing so really was great :-)

[sid]

Hee, that was a pivotal point in the story, wasn't it? Glad you liked it! :-)

[kuwdora.livejournal.com]

WOW. What a punch at the end there..

lovely, the whole thing was lovely

[sid]

Oh, thank you - I enjoy hearing that like you wouldn't believe! *blushes*

[catspaw-sgjd.livejournal.com]

Oh, lovely and twisty - not at all the direction I thought it was going to take. Kicker of a finish :-)

Well done!

[sid]

I was looking to travel a bit off the beaten path with this one - glad it worked for you! I realized a little while ago that I couldn't remember having seen any Dan/Cam AMTDI, and this idea came to me, and let me keep my OTP intact, too. :-)

[dodificus.livejournal.com]

I love that even drugged up and stressed Daniel is still a linguist, reading Mitchell's body language and always trying to work out what would make this easier/faster.

[sid]

Oh, that's a great point. I love Daniel's communication skills, but I tend to think mainly of his gift of persuasiveness rather than his gift for hearing/seeing and understanding. His concern for all his teammates is totally at the forefront of his actions here, too, which is something else I love about Daniel. :-)

[paian]

That is most awesome. Hooray, mojo!

[sid]

I like mojo. And I'm glad you liked this!

[jd-junkie.livejournal.com]

Know what? You give god Cam. Oh yes, you do. I think you've got inside is head wonderfully here, and yay for Daniel's empathy, because he's got him figured out, too.
Very nicely written, beautifully observed piece of work that is hot and delicious ... and, more importantly, because this is most important of all of course, keeps my/our OTP shiningly intact without dismissing the feelings in the story at all.
Hurrah for mojo and hurrah for you.
*Hugs*

[sid]

*hugs you back*

I really didn't want to be writing another Dan/Cam at this point, but I noticed a lack of this trope in Seasons 9 and 10 and when the story idea popped into my head I had to go with it (hello, mojo!).

But I realized there was no reason why Jack and Daniel couldn't be, and remain, a couple in spite of separation, in spite of events. And then Jack said that wonderful thing, and my story had its ending. :-)

[stultiloquentia.livejournal.com]

Oh, nicely done. Porn-with-character, my favourite kind. :o)

[sid]

Thank you! Yes, this is actually a character study - the porn is a lovely mere byproduct. ;-)

[missmaximus.livejournal.com]

Surprisingly sweet and sexy

[sid]

No romance or passion or even desire - but their majesties were right about the pretty show. And while they enjoy the power to humiliate strangers as much as the sex (or even more), we are all far less shallow and really care about the...

Who am I kidding? :-D

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[msbeata.livejournal.com]

Love it!

Love the flipping.

And the last bit made the whole thing that much better. {{{J/D}}}

[sid]

Glad you liked it! And J/D4Evah!

[khyrra.livejournal.com]

Wow, good job! I really liked that it wasn't cliche(although I like cliche too) AMTDI, in that Mitchell and Daniel didn't declare love for each other during the "pretty show". I like that Mitchell was straight and had a harder time getting anywhere, it made the whole situation that much more believable.

Oh and Daniel, sweetie. Of course Jack wasn't going to be mad. He knows what kind of shit happens in the field!

[sid]

I think it's safe to assume that Mitchell's straight, based on his responses. He may be wondering about Daniel now - then again, maybe not.

Jack not only wasn't angry or jealous, he asked about the two of them, equally. The man is (well, not a saint *g*) completely lovable. :-)

[kyokoaegis.livejournal.com]

Oh that was good! And with my favourite kink too :) And the ending was surprising too. Also have you thought about writting a sequel? Maybe with a threesome?

[sid]

Sadly, Mitchell insists that he's straight and there's apparently no talking him out of it. ;-)

I'm so glad you enjoyed all the twists and turns of this, though! Thank you.

[zats-clear.livejournal.com]

this is so wonderful! I am rereading it and enjoying it all over again. I do so love it when cliches are turned on their head! well done, sid. As always.

[sid]

Thank you kindly! :-)

Nuthin' wrong with a good cliche - or a good twist. Glad it was worth a re-read!

[sarkka]

Nice =)

[sid]

Thanks very much! I felt there was a distinct lack of Season 9-10 AMTDI, so I did my best to fill the gap.