Fangfic 8

Breathless

by DevilKat

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asd/devilkat/fangfic08.php
Summary: Jack's the vampire here, so why's Danny the one acting Weird?

TEAL'C

It is most uncomfortable, to spy upon DanielJackson. Yet this is what I must do, to determine if he is in danger, from one who was once our friend. From that person, most sadly, for whom I left home, family, and a creature I was still half-convinced was a god.

I must watch, and determine if I must kill the human I...

No. As Major Samantha Carter has expressed it, I will not "go there".

The stake is in my hand. Another "mallet" from the "crow-kay" set that was lying gathering dust in the garage, will no doubt serve well enough to pound in the sharpened point I have carved with his own hunting knife...also shoved into my belt. I am in full battle gear, so as to honor him I may perhaps have to kill within minutes.

I do not know if I will be able to defeat him...I understand the power of these undead creatures, and this added to his former strength may be enough to conquer me. And despite the need to destroy him if he turns out to be what I fear, a deep and somehow painful pride stirs inside me.

Still, despite all, he is a warrior. A hundredfold, now. We are brothers, no matter what darkness may claim him.

Yet I do not follow O'Neill because he is a warrior, or my brother, or even to defeat the Gou'ald. Never will he or any being on this strange world called Earth learn from me the secret of my honor and my shame.

He has never looked at me, or thought of me, in such a way. Nor do I require this. Only to follow him. Only this.

But although I feel this strange emotion of...jealousy...? I can understand the desire he feels for our friend. Truly, now that I have been ...forced...to observe their byplay, to even now see DanielJackson naked, unquestionably aroused, shimmering with the light of his own inner flame as he begs for the darkness that I foolishly thought he feared...it is...understandable. And most disquieting. I feel DanielJackson is not himself, even given the fact that emotional and sexual release have shaken him strongly.

Thank whatever gods exist...and truly I admit I have no knowledge of who or what...or if...gods do exist. But I do thank someone, that O'Neill has not disrobed also. A Jaffa can only stand so much. The dark tight skins he wears are disconcerting enough to one who desires him. If he were totally hairless as well...ah. Again, the command "do not go there" applies.

I have planned and executed a diversion; I do not know if it will occur in time. And even as I grip the stake tighter, prepare for what may very well happen, I feel the strangest idea touch me.

It is that, rather than succor DanielJackson from the grip of a vampire, I should instead be concerned with saving O'Neill from the grip of DanielJackson.

DANIEL

"Burn me...." I whisper to him.

I watch him shiver. I watch, and feel, and exalt in his tongue slowly snaking across the blood on his lip, drawing my finger in, softly sucking. Taking. His hands flowing up like a dream of silk as his eyes fasten on mine. Hands on mine. Holding. Clasping. How beautiful a ring would look, on one of those long muscular fingers. Silver, hieroglyphics engraved. Maybe a piece of jet or ebony, to match his eyes. Silver? Gold might be better. Copper. Warmer, to match the flame he brings to me.

"Daniel?"

Inscription. Mine/mine/mine. Mine forever. Mine for the thousand years he'll give me, the time we'll have. Nothing foolishly wasted, not this time. Mine. His.

Ours.

"Dammit, Daniel! Focus!"

Daniel? Me. Him. Forever. Jack. Daniel.

"DANIEL! I won't do this, dammit!"

He's...what? What happened?

He's across the room from me.

He's...left me.

Left me here, alone...across the room from him. Torn away, abandoned. Again.

God damn you, Jack... I TRUSTED you!

"I trust you," he's saying quietly, in response I think to something I may have...screamed? "What I don't trust is myself. Goddammit, Daniel, I won't do this! I won't suck you down while you're still alive, I won't!"

No. No. I won't be reasonable. Why the hell is HE being reasonable? It's not even like him to be reasonable. His timing SUCKS!

"Danny...please listen. I want you too much. If I bite you now..."

Bite me? Oh, bite me Jack. Take me, eat me...suck me...

"Daniel! Jesus Christ, what are you...doing!"

Why, going straight across the room and crawling right the fuck up your legs, Jack. Since you refuse to come to me...

Oh God, look at those fangs. Look at how much you want me.

Want you too, Jack. Do me. Please. Do me now, now now please do me....screw the neck, bite me right in the cock, Jack, suck me up, every bit of me, give you, love you, Jack Jack Jack....

"DANIEL!"

He's almost screaming, but not the way I want. Throwing me across the room and I could deal with that, I would ignore it and come right back after him, but Teal'c is there and he's catching me, the bastard, holding me tight, and then the doorbell is ringing stridently.

"Who the SHIT is leaning on my bell at this time of fucking NIGHT!" Jack howls, and then he's roaring out to the front door like a whirlwind. Almost as if he welcomes the interruption.

"Teal'c...lemmee go! Jack...gotta put on pants...Jesus...Jack, you..."

There's a clatter from the porch, a muffled yell. Scuffling. Then Jack is stalking back inside and slamming the door. He's carrying a battered box in one hand...on one hand, as if he's a waiter. His hair is sticking out six different directions from when he was dragging his hands through it as he yelled at me. He looks about ready to explode.

"Who the HELL ordered a pizza at this time of night? And what's going ON with this new crop of delivery boys anyway? The guy threw the shit in the AIR! Let out a whoop and..."

"J-Jack..."

"...didn't even give me a chance to pay him, let alone tip..."

"Jack. Jack. JACK."

"...stupid son of a bitch, and I repeat, who the HELL...uh...Teal'c. Hi, there."

"You're showing quite a bit of fang, Jack," I manage to say faintly. "And, uh, the crap all over your jacket looks like...what it is. I think maybe the pizza guy was a bit...intimidated?"

Jack stands there, the ravaged pizza box slightly atilt in one hand, as he processes my comments. "Aw...shit," he finally comments succinctly.

It's too much. It's way, way too much. I start laughing as if I'll never stop again in this life. Total hysteria. I will die laughing and it's all Jack's fault.

I'm dimly aware of Teal'c gently lowering me to the floor. Even more dimly aware of him speaking.

"O'Neill. I am honored that you have returned."

"Huh. Right, Teal'c. What the hell is it makes me think YOU ordered this goddamn pizza at after 10 in the pee-em? Possibly the fact that I think I smell goddamn anchovies? And...achoo!...garlic, for cryin'...ACHOO!"

"I must confess. I wished to distract you from DanielJackson."

"Uh...huh. Distract me."

"My fear was that having become a vampire, you would attack or injure our friend. I must apologize. You are still a good man, O'Neill."

"Right. Ya think? Uh...what are you talking about, Teal'c? I'm kinda outta it, here. Too damn much going on in one damn night, if you catch my drift. And now I've got this damn pizza. Achoo! Dammit!"

Teal'c's words are matter-of-fact, yet they cut into me like whips of metal. "Even though he begged you to, O'Neill, you refused to injure DanielJackson. You are still yourself. I am...pleased."

Refused. How the hell could he...refuse?

Begged. I fucking BEGGED him.

I'm up. Can move. I dash past them both. Pants. Glasses...did I really just toss them to the floor in the frenzy of wanting him?

Idiot. Fool.

"Daniel!"

Stupid gullible dumbass geek.

"Daniel, goddammit, will you LISTEN?"

No.

Never again in your lifetime, Colonel. Never.

JACK

Well. Now I have a definition of hell, don't I just. Updating it now. After all, there were times when I really thought I knew what suffering was. After Charlie. Hathor came in there, got a few licks in, didn't redefine the term so much as add darker shadows to it.

New shadows here. Hell is Daniel. Hot and naked and wanting it so bad. Long bright hair darkened with sweat, blazing blue eyes focused on me as if nothing else in the world has ever mattered to him before this. Breathing my name, coming at me throat-first.

Hell is having to tell him "no".

Begging for it, Teal'c said? Geez, beyond that. Demanding it. And didn't I just want to give him what he wanted. Losing vocabulary here. NOT losing the fangs. I'd go brush the hell out of my teeth with scouring powder, see if that would tame these bastards down, but I can hear Daniel slamming into my only bathroom and well, that takes care of that.

He hates me. I won't be scrubbing his back for him tonight.

Uh...Teal'c. Teal'c is standing there, watching me with that all-encompassing calm. Probably waiting for me to put the frigging pizza down so he can get a bite. I do so. Sure as shit, he moves in and grabs a slice.

Oh, gawd, life used to be so damned simple.

"Ah...Teal'c?"

"Yes, O'Neill?"

"Don't suppose you'd care to enlighten me...as to how long you were lurking by the living room door there? Protecting Daniel from my evil clutches?"

"Approximately one hour and twenty-five minutes." Munch, munch, chew. Damn, but he loves those anchovies. Must be a Jaffa thing.

"I don't suppose...." I harrumph a bit, cough, sneeze, shift feet and eyes in about the same proportion. Dammitall. "I don't suppose you might just, er, forget anything you might've, um, seen in the last approximately one hour and twenty-five?"

Damn. I hate it when he gets smug. Makes him look stuffed. "On the contrary, O'Neill. What I have seen here tonight will live forever in my fondest memories."

Well...shit. Can't get much more honest than that.

"Just don't tell Carter." Damn, now I'M begging.

His dark eyes lock on me, full of a softness I'm not quite ready to work with here. "I promise you. Neither Carter...nor anyone. I am capable of discretion, O'Neill."

"Oh, I don't doubt it. Uh, good. Uh. Daniel!"

"Yes," Teal'c says quietly, snagging another pizza slice. "I do believe you should speak with DanielJackson. I am most concerned for his welfare. He is behaving most irrationally. Truly, I was expecting such behavior from you, O'Neill. I am uncomfortable with the current situation."

Well, thank you oh friend of mine for your support! Irritated, I snag a beer as I go past the fridge on my way to the bathroom. Damned if I know why. Not like I can get drunk anymore. Force of habit. Beer equals calm Jack down.

Good Lord knows I need a big dose of that right now. I've got a pizza-gobbling Jaffa in my kitchen and a furious oh-god-sexy archeologist hogging up my bathroom, which would be okay if he were willing to share the shower.

I rap on the door gently. "Uh, Daniel?" Water running noises. Speak of the devil. "Hey...be glad to help you with that shower, there..."

The water shuts off. I get a quite articulate and thorough description of where I can stick my help and how many times I can spin on it, clockwise.

Well, at least he's still talking to me.

"Daniel, goddammit. You can't stay in my bathroom forever. Need to talk."

Well, I really DIDN'T need to know about that part of my anatomy and how nicely anything I might want to say would fit there.

"Danny. You're wrong if you think I don't want you. It's just...we gotta go slow. Practice. You don't come at me throat-first when I'm all fanged out! I don't know what I'm doing here! I might kill you! Lestat taught me how to kill in new and improved ways, dammit, he didn't teach me vampire sex for cryin' out loud! I'm still getting used to the guy-on-guy thing, and that's at least HUMAN!"

Oh, dammit. That name between us, finally. Didn't mean to just throw it out like that. Stupid, stupid, stupid, O'Neill. Did I mention "stupid"?

Total silence from the bathroom. Goddammit, if he doesn't respond in point five seconds I am so going in there and to hell with what the landlord thinks about broken doors.

Fortunately for my lease, the door cracks open in about point three seconds.

What's not so good is that the Daniel staring out at me is NOT the needing, sex-crazed Dannyboy sprawled all over me in the livingroom.

This Daniel has eyes as blue as glacier ice behind the thin lenses of his glasses. Snugly re-dressed, in much less form-fitting, newer jeans and oh Christ, is that the baggy extra large Kermit the Frog teeshirt I got in the bargain bin, only good for working around the yard? As the antithesis of sexy, it works. Damned well. Even on Daniel.

It's not easy bein' green.

He's trimmed the hair a bit. Only collar length now. Bright and shimmering, as if he's brushed the requisite hundred strokes and then some.

And here I am, still in cum-stained leather with my hair sticking out every which way and my mouth hanging open. The advantage, dare I admit it, is not on my side.

"Yeah, Jack." His voice is brittle as chilled glass. "Let's talk about...Lestat."

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