Allegiances And Assignations

by Euphrosyne

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ase/euphrosyne/allass.php
Summary: I wondered why Jack was so tired in the morning when Sam discovered that the naquadah generator had been sabotaged. His experience with Kanaan left him with issues that only Jacob and Selmak could help him resolve and they had required most of the night to do that

"Hey...how's the leg?" Jack sat down with a sigh.

"It's better. One of the perks of being a Tok'ra." Jacob spoke without turning and tried to sound upbeat.

"If you say so. Hey, what was all that crap at the funeral?" His frustration with the entire scenario was apparent.

"I wouldn't read too much into it." Jacob continued to look out into the camp.

"Why do you guys have to be so dang..." Jack paused, looking for the right word.

"Arrogant?" Jacob offered.

"Yeah, okay." It wasn't exactly the word he wanted to use but it was close enough.

"It's complicated...symbiote and host. The blending of two personalities does sometimes have it drawbacks."

"Tell me about it." Jack said, his distaste obvious.

"Jack, there's no denying you had a bad experience...but if you hadn't had a symbiote implanted..."

"Ack, please...don't use that term, huh?"

"If you hadn't been blended with Kanaan, you'd be dead right now. By the way, if I hadn't become a Tok'ra, I'd be dead too. Kanaan broke one of our highest laws; he used you. I can tell you that even Selmak was sickened by it and there's no way he could have hidden those feelings from me, but Kanaan did something terribly wrong while trying to do the right thing. You can't forgive him for that?"

"No." Jack long ago had elevated grudge holding to championship levels. He wasn't about to let Kanaan off so easy.

"It's a shame a true blending never really occurred. You might be able to understand the Tok'ra a little better."

"Oh, I think I understand 'em just fine." A snake was a snake was a snake.

"You don't like us much any more, do you?"

"I like YOU..."

"I see the Jaffa differently. Most of the Tok'ra hosts come from worlds conquered by the Goa'uld. Born into a feudal system where their only choices were forced labor or death."

"So it's the host's fault?"

"It's history. For 2000 years, every time a Tok'ra died at the end of a staff weapon, a Jaffa was holding it. We just got our asses kicked by an army of Jaffa loyal to Anubis. You think that helps?"

"No."

"There's talk among the Tok'ra ranks that the end is closer than we think...and I don't mean the end of the Goa'uld. I mean the end of us...all of us. The Jaffa rebellion isn't exactly rolling as well as could be expected either, I take it?"

"No. No, It's not."

"Then at least we have that much in common."

"Well... WE have a little more in common than just that, Jacob." Jack looked around the camp briefly, trying to judge how far away the nearest person was to where they sat. Jack's head dipped and a tiny smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Jacob turned his head just enough to see the suggestive expression. He smiled slightly and nodded. "And there's that, too." Jacob nodded, smiling.

"Soo, Jake... think we could spend a little quality time before I have to go home?" Jack carefully plowed little rows in the dirt at his feet with the toe of his boot.

"Here? You can't be serious?"

Jack's head tilted slightly and he brought his hand up to tug on the brim of his cap. "I'm always serious, Jacob, especially about stress-relief."

Carter laughed. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

"Well, isn't it?" Jack looked up at Jacob and away from the hole he'd dug with his boot.

"And exactly how do we accomplish this, with a camp full of Tok'ra, Jaffa and need I point out...US Air Force personnel?"

"I think I'm up for a little covert activity. What about you?"

"Whatever you say, Jack. You know, the Tok'ra and Jaffa don't have any issues with same sex relationships... I can't say the same thing for the Air Force, however. Are you sure you wanna take that kind of chance?"

"Let's just say that if I get any hornier I'm gonna explode, ok?" Jack said softly.

Jacob laughed and then dropped his chin to his chest. Jack saw the move and knew that Selmak had something to add.

"While I admit that I very much look forward to our little trysts, Jack, I must agree with Jacob. Are you certain that you wish to take that kind of risk?"

Jack scrubbed a hand across his face and took a deep breath. "Look, I'm the only one risking anything here and I'm willing to accept that. You can't tell me that you aren't more than just a little interested yourself." Jack smirked.

"Where and when?" The resonant voice said quickly.

"Uh, let me talk to my people and I'll get back to you. Just play along with whatever you hear."

Jacob Carter's head dipped briefly again. "Jack, I'm not so sure that this is..."

"Please, Jacob... I need this. I need to feel like I'm in control of my own body again.

Carter nodded reluctantly.

Jack stood and looked up at the sky, then tugged on the brim of his cap again.

"Don't forget the lube." He whispered as he moved away.

Jacob shook his head and smiled. "Whatever you say, Jack."

As evening fell, O'Neill moved towards the mess tent. He collected a tray, utensils and a bowlful of beef stew. He grabbed a couple of biscuits and a carton of milk and headed for the table where Teal'c and Carter sat talking.

Carter looked up.

"Sir! We were wondering where you were."

Jack sat down and picked up his bowl, sniffing the contents with a look of glee on his face. He put the bowl down and picked up a biscuit breaking it in half. "I was doing all the paperwork and requisitions to take back. We need to adjust the supply reqs to account for all the extra mouths to feed."

"I assured Major Carter that you would not miss the evening meal."

"I still don't understand why it is that you love field cooking so much, sir."

"It tastes better, Carter, that's why."

"It's the same food, sir."

"It isn't exactly the same, Carter. Field meals actually tend to be higher in fat and calories than the traditional commissary fare. Maybe that's why they taste better."

"I dunno, sir. I still don't see the attraction. Field meals just seem to go right to my hips."

"Well, I wasn't going to say anything, Carter." Jack spoke around a mouthful of biscuit, a large spoonful of stew just about to join it."

After their meals finished, they sat and talked over coffee.

"So look guys, I've kinda invited Jacob to my hut for a little conversation. Selmak knew the snake they gave me pretty well and Jacob thinks that he can help me with some of those annoying flashes I keep getting."

Teal'c nodded. "I think that is most wise, O'Neill. I am certain that you have many issues from your experience with Kanaan that Selmak may be able to help you resolve."

Sam nodded. "I agree, sir. Talking with Martouf helped me immensely after Jolinar. Hopefully, Dad will be able to help you work through some of those memory fragments."

"Yeah, well, although I'd rather forget about the entire matter, I think this is probably one time I'll be better off talking about it."

"Then it is most fortunate that Jacob Carter is available to assist you with this. I do not believe that you would feel so inclined were it not he."

"Boy, you got THAT right, T." Jack said nodding, and then leaned forward and whispered urgently. "So, listen... I'd REALLY appreciate it if you guys would keep this under your hats, okay? I don't think anyone else needs to know about it. Most of them think I'm crazy already and I don't want to burst their bubbles by doing the sensible thing."

Carter started to laugh, snorted and then quickly lifted a napkin to her face, in an attempt to cover the embarrassing noise.

Teal'c looked from O'Neill to Carter and then back. "I was not aware that I should have brought headwear, O'Neill."

Jack rolled his eyes and then he looked the Jaffa right in the face, waving a spoon in his direction. "Stop, T. Don't even try it. You know exactly what I'm talking about, here."

The Jaffa's head dropped once in a single, majestic nod.

O'Neill continued to wave the spoon at him as he spoke. "You know, you can't keep pulling that, 'I'm from another planet, I don't understand what you mean' stuff. It gets old after a while. You need some new material, T."

"As you say, O'Neill." Was Teal'c's only response.

Carter wiped her mouth with the napkin and then rose with her tray. "As much as I'd like to stay, I have to go I have a meeting to go over the plans for the site expansion."

"You haven't done that yet? I need those designs to go over the building reqs with the quartermaster. Hammond wants the whole shebang at the debriefing so there's no delay in re-supplying these guys."

"I know, sir. You'll have it first thing in the morning." She turned towards the exit. "And don't worry, sir. I'll make sure you aren't disturbed this evening."

"Thanks, major."

"As will I, O'Neill."

"Thanks, T."

"No one places a higher value on your improved mental health than I..."

O'Neill's head tilted and eyes shifted sideways puzzling over the Jaffa's remark.

Teal'c rose smoothly and gripped his tray, half bowing to the silent colonel.

"...I only hope that my increased life span will permit me to live long enough to witness such an event." Teal'c moved away before O'Neill could muster an appropriate response.

Jack moved around the metal framed hut that served as the site commander's office and living quarters of which he was the current sole occupant, moving furniture, securing windows, and generally making ready for his visitor.

In fact, he felt a little guilty to be benefiting from a friend's misfortune. The Alpha Site Commander for this rotation was supposed to be Craig Schilling, but the Colonel had to be evac'ed to the SGC for surgical repair of the ankle fracture and other injuries he sustained when he had been caught in a rock slide during a training exercise. The Alpha Site's only medic, Lieutenant Alpert, had also been injured while trying to protect his commander from further injuries as the rocks fell, garnering enough damage to himself to require some infirmary time. With so many personnel unavailable for one reason or another, Doctor Fraiser had decided to stand in as the Alpha Site's Medic until Captain Chavis came back from leave in 5 days, and Jack had volunteered to step into Schilling's spot. The unexpected evacuation of the Tok'ra base and Jacob Carter's arrival had come as another surprise and only served to underline to Jack just how desperately he needed this.

It was nearly 2200 when Jacob tapped at the door.

The door swung open and revealed a smiling O'Neill clad in BDU pants and black tee, barefoot. "Come on in, Jacob. I've been waiting for you."

"So I hear. I ran into Sam and Teal'c on the way over. They were still meeting with Bratac, Malek and Major Castro to determine the building layout and needs."

"Yeah, I have to go over the reqs first thing in the morning. Hammond wants them at the debrief." Jacob paused just inside and watched Jack locking the door.

"By the way, I have a message for you from Teal'c; he said to tell you that although it is rare, the Jaffa lifespan has been known to be as long as 250 years. What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Jack shook his head as he pulled the wood panel down that served as a blind on the door window.

"It means, that Teal'c is polishing his stand up routine for open mike night at the comedy club...you had to be there."

"I'll take your word for it. Jaffa jokes, huh?"

"Jaffa TRIES anyway..." Jack shrugged "...come on in. I hope you brought lube."

"Yes, Jack...I brought lube." They stepped over the high threshold and into the living quarters, Jack stopped to secure the door here too. Jacob looked around.

It was spacious by camp standards. There were 3 metal framed military bunks. Two had been lashed together to make a double sized bunk, the other was pushed against the wall. The doubled bunk was covered with an opened out sleeping bag, on top of the mattresses with an additional two sleeping bags lying across the foot as covers, he supposed, there was a small stack of towels on the floor next to it.

In the corner was a metal field desk and two portable file cabinets. There were several metal camp wardrobes standing around the room and six footlockers had been stacked 3 high next to each other. Obviously, Jack had been busy turning what was designed to comfortably house three field grade officers in a pinch into a more suitable place for a rendezvous.

"I love what you've done with the place, Jack," Jacob laughed. He turned to see O'Neill stripping the tee shirt over his head, folding it and placing it on the single bunk in the corner. He sat down on the chair and swiveled to watch as Jack's hands moved to release his belt.

"I kinda thought you might. Where's the lube?"

"I want you to know I brought real lube, not that lame sunscreen you guys always have. They keep quite a supply here. They use it for Jaffa who have been wounded; it helps to replace the normal pouch secretions while they are healing." Jacob held up a full tube of surgical lubricant.

"Oh, excellent job, mon general." Jack opened his belt and started to unbutton his pants.

"Come here, little boy and let me help you with those buttons." Jacob smirked placing the tube on the desk as Jack moved closer.

He unbuttoned the pants and pushed them wide, then leaned in and buried his nose into the front of the exposed boxers beneath them, inhaling deeply.

Jack's head dropped back at the feeling of hot breath against his cloth clad package and his hand went to the fringe on the back of Jacob's head.

"Ooo, if you keep that up I'm gonna come in my shorts."

Jacob smiled and leaned further in, he opened his mouth and nipped mid shaft at the cloth covered organ growing before him.

Jack jumped slightly and then shivered.

"Jesus! Jacob... you really want this to end early, don't you?"

"Drop 'em, Jack... drop 'em now." Jacob pushed him back and started to release the belt on the Tok'ra tunic. He removed the tunic and laid it on the desk next to him, and then his hands moved to untie the pants. Jack stepped out of his pants and shorts and dropped them on the bunk next to his tee.

Then he knelt down in front of Jacob and, reaching out, stilled the Tok'ra's hands.

"Let me." Long fingers deftly unlaced the breeches as Jacob's hands threaded through the short silver strands on Jack's head.

Jacob lifted as Jack tugged and the pants and strange Tok'ra undergarment were suddenly down around his shins. Jack leaned in to nuzzle at the hard cock that sprung free and as he did his chest hair brushed bony knees.

"Stop it. That tickles. Let me get these pants off and we can get comfortable," Jacob said as he tried to push him back.

Jack chuckled and swiped the length of the hardening cock with his tongue. "I am comfortable."

"You're a damned liar, O'Neill. You're on your knees and that hasn't been a comfortable position for you since, well, since 1988, I think. You think I'm some naïve trick?"

Jack smirked and looked up. "Nah, no way that anyone would think YOU naïve, as for trick...I'm thinking more treat than trick." Jack sat back on his heels and pulled one of the Tok'ra's boots off and then the other before removing the pants completely and laying them alongside the tunic on the desk.

Jacob stood, grabbed the tube of lubricant and leaned down to help Jack from his awkward and uncomfortable position. "Bed...Now!" was all he said once Jack was standing.

Jack stretched and they were both surprised by the sound of popping joints.

"Tell me again how comfortable you were," Jacob remarked as he sat down on the bed, patting the empty spot next to him.

"Yeah, okay, so you called my bluff. Wha'dya want? A medal?"

"No, I want your ass. Right here. Right now."

"Yes, sir," Jack said as he sat down.

Jacob immediately turned to face him and pushed him to lay back, his hands roaming all across the lean, hard form. His fingers tangled briefly in dog tags and chest hair, then traced the dark and silver line from Jack's breastbone to the nest of darker hair that framed his hard cock.

Jack's eyes closed at the touch of Jacob's hand against his skin, then he sighed in contentment as Jacob's hand wrapped around his cock and tugged.

"Take it easy there, Jake. We don't want the party to end too soon."

Jacob leaned in and smiled then claimed Jack's mouth, sucking Jack's bottom lip between his. "Oh, that's not going to happen, Jack, because Selmak and I have plans for you and your ass. Did I mention to you that Selmak wants you to shave?"

"I do, every day, sometimes twice depending on..." Jack stopped mid sentence as he suddenly figured out what Jacob was talking about. Jacob's straight face gave way to a laugh then a smile as Jack figured it out.

"...oh, you mean SHAVE, shave... well, that's SO not going to happen as long as I wear these." Jack flicked his dog tags with his finger. "Still have those communal showers and all...don't want to rattle the troops too much ya know."

"See, that's one of the perks of being a general, you get your own quarters on base WITH a private shower." Jacob laughed.

"Well, Tok'ra perks, general's perks...you're just a perk magnet aren't you? Kinda makes a guy wonder just how you got those stars," Jack said as he toyed with Jacob's right nipple.

"You just have to know the right people, Jack." Jacob's hand released Jack's cock and his fingers slid further along to stroke the sensitive flesh behind Jack's balls as his mouth slipped towards Jack's neck.

"Know? How well?" Jack managed with a gasp as Jacob's fingers found their target and his warm tongue licked at a pulse point in Jack's neck.

"Intimately...now would you stop trying to distract me? You're the one who requested this little meeting; I'd like to make the most of it before Selmak wants in."

Jack gasped again and lifted one leg to allow Jacob's fingers better access. "Soo, you fucked your way to the top is what you're saying? Is that right?"

Carter reached back and snagged the lube, rolling his eyes. "Are you finished, Jack?"

"I was just asking, Jacob." Jack loved yanking the older man's chain; it tended to make Jacob play a little rougher.

Jacob popped the flip top on the tube and squeezed some lube onto his fingers then immediately slid them into the cleft behind Jack's balls.

"SHIT! That's cold, Jacob...warn a guy will ya?"

"Well, I would have if I could have gotten a word in edgewise." Carter smiled and dropped down for a kiss as his fingers worked their magic. Jack's hips twisted in response, his eyes closed as one of the digits first circled, teasing, and then breeched him.

"Ohh, yeah...that's so good." Jack whispered against Jacob's lips, before parting them to allow the older man to ravage his mouth as he opened him.

Jacob worked swiftly, adding a second and third finger within moments.

Jack took a deep breath and exhaled against the sudden discomfort. "In a bit of a hurry, Jake?"

"Just trying to shut you up, Jack."

"Well if that's what you want, I suggest you replace those fingers with something else."

Carter leaned in for another kiss and pulled his fingers out. He quickly slicked his cock and stood as Jack pulled both his knees back.

Guiding his cock, the older man leaned forward forcing the head through the ringed muscle with a nearly audible pop.

He paused, and looked down into O'Neill's face with a smile. "What? Nothing to say now, Jack? No snide comments?"

When it looked like O'Neill was opening his mouth to speak, Jacob canted his hips and sunk a little further inside. Jack's mouth closed with his eyes. When the sable eyes opened again, Jacob pushed forward again and stilled.

"Jesus, take your time, why don't ya?" Jack griped, his voice raspy.

Carter smirked. "I thought I'd managed to shut you up?" His hips moved again and he sank all the way, his balls cradled between the two bodies.

"So tight, Jack. You need to relax."

"So... you spent all of what... two seconds on foreplay there, Jake. I spend longer than that finding the right magazine pictures to jerk off over."

Jacob pulled back and then pushed forward again, giving a final nudge as he sank deep. His head dropped briefly to his chest as Selmak took over.

"I believe that Jacob is just trying to, how you say, 'get you off' so to limit the risk involved in this meeting. I, on the other hand, can think of no more pleasant way to spend the time than buried deep inside you, my friend." Selmak swiveled his borrowed hips a bit before pulling back and slamming home hard enough to drive Jack further across the bed.

"Jacob is a bit over cautious sometimes, Selmak...fuck me."

"I intend to, Jack."

Selmak pulled Jack's legs over his upper arms, holding the narrow hips tightly. He began driving into Jack with more force, constantly swiveling his hips to change the angle until Jack's head snapped back, mouth opened and eyes closed signaling that he had located the perfect angle.

"I do so enjoy this part." The resonant voice of the symbiote sounded very Goa'uld like to Jack, but he could have cared less at this point.

The pressure was building and with every stroke, Jack felt himself teetering closer to the edge of orgasm. He reached down and started to follow Selmak's rhythm, wringing his cock in his own fist.

Selmak knew that this orgasm would be an emotional as well as a physical release for the Tauri colonel and would be tough coming. He saw the anguish in the features of the man under him, the silver hair already plastered by sweat.

"Stop..." Selmak stilled mid thrust; halting Jack with his voice "...did I give you permission to touch yourself?"

Jack continued to lift his hips momentarily, trying to meet a thrust that had stopped.

"What?"

"I did not give you permission to touch yourself. I will decide when and how you come."

"Selmak... I need to..."

"I can stop and leave right now. Jacob did not wish to chance this meeting at all. He would not be upset." Selmak began to step back, lowering the long legs draped over his arms.

Jack dropped his own hard cock and reached toward Selmak. "No... you can't...don't do this. Don't leave me like this." The soft voice was full of emotion.

Selmak stood still, the expression on the borrowed face unreadable. He pulled out and lowered the long legs completely, then stepped back.

Jack's eyes went wide and his brow furrowed. "Wait! I'm sorry, Selmak, I won't do it again. Please don't leave."

Selmak moved around the room, collecting things, as Jack watched. He pulled the wide belt from his own tunic and lacing from his britches, then the cloth belt from Jack's BDU pants. He moved silently back to the bed.

"Sit up and give me your hands." That Selmak was still in control did not surprise Jack; Jacob was notoriously vanilla in his sexual tastes. Jack hesitated briefly, then extended his arms. Selmak wrapped Jack's own belt around one wrist then walked to the head of the dual bed and tied the belt to the same lashing that held the two beds together. Jack had to lie back as his arm was stretched out and back. He watched silently as Selmak moved back and wrapped Jack's other wrist with the belt from his own tunic and repeated the move at the bottom of the bed, pulling Jack's arms wide from his body.

"Now what?" Jack asked as Selmak moved back towards the side of the bed.

"Now, you will do as I say. If you please me, I may allow you to come. If not, than I will make certain that you will be left bereft, or as Jacob likes to say, 'with blue balls'. Is that clear?"

"Yes." Jack spoke softly.

"Yes, what, human?" Selmak stood unmoving, waiting for Jack to get his drift.

At first, Jack looked puzzled as he tried to figure out what it was that Selmak wanted from him. Selmak decided that perhaps he needed a little help.

"You are trying my patience, human. I will not tolerate such behavior in my slaves."

"Yes, m-my l-lord Selmak." The speech was hesitant, the look worried.

Selmak smiled with Jacob's face and nodded appreciatively.

"Better, slave... you will submit?"

"I guess so." Jack said quietly.

Selmak's hand struck out with inhuman speed, grabbing Jack's testicles so quickly that O'Neill was barely able to utter a squeak before the delicate tissue was clamped in a vice-like grip.

"You will submit, slave?" The fingers tightened slightly, eliciting a gasp from O'Neill.

"Yes, my lord Selmak."

"Good..." The grip eased again "...tell me what you are."

"I am, I am my lord Selmak's slave."

"Good... and when will you touch yourself?"

"When it pleases you, my lord."

"When will you come?"

"When you tell me to, my lord."

"Excellent, slave." Selmak released his grip on Jack's scrotum and located the midpoint in the length of lace from his pants. He slipped it around Jack's balls under his cock and crossed the ends over each other on top. Then he snugged the loop taught before further looping it around the slightly flagging erection above it. He pulled the loop tight enough to be uncomfortable without restricting circulation, then reached down and stroked the organ back to full hardness.

"There, now you will do as I tell you or pay the price in pain, my slave."

"Yes, my lord."

"Pull your feet up on the bed and open your legs, I wish to grace you with my seed."

O'Neill lifted his legs, placing his feet flat and wide apart on the edge of the bed.

"Lift your hips, slave. Your lord should not have to stoop to your level."

Jack pushed up with his feet and shoulders, his hips lifting from the bed. Selmak stood and watched, smiling and allowing his hands to stroke along the inside of the long thighs before him, his fingers teasing without mercy.

He grabbed one of Jack's calves in each hand and, straightening the long legs, lifted them high and to the sides and pushed them back towards Jack's head. Then he lunged forward, somehow managing to impale O'Neill in one powerful stroke.

Jack gasped and shuddered at the sudden discomfort; Selmak had not bothered to use any more lubricant and the entry was a bit rough. Selmak pulled back slightly and lunged again, now fully sheathed. Jack groaned and his hips dropped slightly.

Selmak shifted his grip on one leg, then reached down and grabbed the ends of the thong that trussed Jack's cock and balls and tugged upwards. Jack's hips followed, to ease the tension.

"Did I not tell you to lift your hips, slave? I will be obeyed or you will pay."

"Yess, my... lord Selmak." Jack hissed through the discomfort of holding the awkward near shoulder stand.

Selmak pulled back and lunged in again, the new angle striking that deep spot that shot electricity through every nerve in Jack's body. This time Selmak stilled, then pushed a fraction of an inch deeper before throwing his head back and coming, his load pulsing hot against that same electrical spot inside O'Neill.

Jack quivered with every pulse, his own near orgasm forgotten amid the physical stress of holding himself at the ready for his lord Selmak.

The last of his orgasm draining into O'Neill, Selmak stepped back, releasing his hold on the thong-leash around Jack's cock and balls. Jack still held his uncomfortable position, waiting to be released like a good slave.

Selmak smiled. "Good, my slave. You have served me well and for this you will be rewarded. You may lower your hips."

Jack relaxed with a groan and placed his feet back flat on the bed, trying to see exactly what Selmak was up to now.

The Tok'ra sat down on the wheeled office chair and moved back towards the bed. He opened the lubricant again and generously coated the fingers of his right hand, then immediately pushed three of them into Jack's pouting anus.

Jack's hips shot up in response.

"Shhh, my pet..." Selmak's tone was gentler now "...I will take care of you." Selmak easily pushed his cupped fingers in and out, relentlessly stroking across Jack's prostate, the excess lubricant and Selmak's own come squishing out with every thrust of his fingers.

Jack's hips moved in time, pushing back on the invaders again and again, looking for more.

Selmak pulled the fingers back and added a fourth finger, plunging in as far has he could reach, his thumb laying flat along O'Neill's perineum, the thumbnail scratching at the restrained ball sack.

Jack exhaled, blowing out deeply against the cramping fullness, until Selmak's fingers started tapping directly on the hard nub of gland inside.

O'Neill's body tensed and the deep breathing turned into shuddering pants as his system was jolted again and again. Selmak stood and looked down, Jack's eyes were closed, the sweat rolled off his face and chest a small puddle of it trickled into the concavity of his belly, mixing with the viscous pre-come that leaked profusely from his cock.

"Tell me what it is you wish, my slave." Selmak's voice opened Jack's eyes.

"I wish to come, my lord... please, let me come?" Jack's throat was so dry, the words were barely audible.

"Soon, pet...very soon." Selmak laughed. He leaned over and with his free hand lifted Jack's cock to his lips. Sucking the head into his mouth he resumed the tapping with the fingers of his other hand still deep inside Jack's body.

O'Neill writhed on the bed like a fish out of water, pulling against the restraints at his wrists; trying to alternately plunge his cock deep into the mouth surrounding it and drive the fingers that tortured him harder against the nub of gland they drummed.

Selmak swallowed Jack's cock deep and pushed hard at the gland while simultaneously releasing the restraint from Jack's cock and balls.

Jack gasped and lifted his hips, tensing against the onslaught, then whimpered pitifully and collapsed, as his load shot deep inside Selmak's throat. Selmak kept up the assault swallowing as fast as he could; milking every drop Jack had to give him. Jack's movements softened with his cock, he collapsed against the bed, his breathing shallow and eyes closed.

"Jack?" Selmak's voice was gentler now; he carefully eased his fingers out and grabbed one of the towels that Jack had stacked next to the bed. He wiped first his hand and then the lube and his own come from where it escaped Jack's swollen and reddened opening.

He dropped that towel and moved to the sink at the corner of the room. He washed his hands and wet another towel in the cool water and then moved back to the bed. He gently first untied and then kissed each wrist, grateful that they weren't too abraded and placed them on the bed.

Moving around to the side of the bed, he carefully straightened and then lowered each leg placing both feet on the floor. Then he began to wipe the accumulated sweat and come from Jack's limp form. He made several trips to the sink, rinsing and rewetting the towel until the front of Jack's body was clean and dry.

Inside his mind, Jacob nagged for him to wake Jack. He reassured his host that he would after he had made him more comfortable. He rolled O'Neill towards the top of the dual bed and rolled up the saturated sleeping bag under him, spreading one of the other two out in its place. He quickly ran the damp towel across the broad sweaty back followed by a dry towel before rolling Jack back the other way and stripping off the sweat soaked sleeping bag. He turned the limp form so that Jack's head was at the head of one bed and lifted the long legs as well, leaving Jack on his side. He opened the other sleeping bag and draped it over the naked form then set out to straighten the room. Selmak moved quickly, first unlashing and moving the second bed back into an approximation of the way he remembered the room had looked. He was grateful for the detailed memory of his kind and the relative predictability of the US military in interior design. When he was finished, he wiped himself down and rolled the towels up in the discarded sleeping bag, adding the nearly empty tube of lube, then took the Zat from where Jack stacked his weapons and fired three times, removing any incriminating evidence. He dressed and moved towards the bed with Jack's tee and shorts.

The salt streaks at Jack's temples had escaped him. He stood and picked up another towel and moved back to the sink. He wet one end and used it to wash the salt that had accumulated all along O'Neill's hairline and neck. Folding back the sleeping bag, he managed to slip both legs into the shorts and pull them most of the way up, then he pulled the tee shirt over Jack's head and threaded each arm into the appropriate opening.

Finally, with no further excuse, his head dropped and Jacob once again controlled his own body. He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked O'Neill's face. "Jack?... come on Jack, I know you're in there." Jacob leaned in and kissed Jack softly, tugging on Jack's bottom lip as he finished. Jack's eyes opened as Jacob leaned back.

"Is... is that you, Prince Charming?" His voice was cracked and hoarse.

Jacob smiled, "Selmak said you might be dehydrated, but he never mentioned brain damaged or blind... how you doing?"

"I feel like I've run a marathon or been run over by one. What happened?"

"Yeah, about that, I think you passed out..." Jacob got up and pulled three bottles of water from the small cube refrigerator next to one of the file cabinets and came back to the bed. He cracked one open and held it.

"First, pull your shorts up and straighten your tee shirt, Selmak only managed to get you part of the way into them."

Jack shifted and adjusted his underwear. When he sank back down on the bed, Jacob handed him a water bottle. "Here, you're gonna need a couple of these."

Jack drank greedily, finishing one bottle right down and reaching out for another.

"Easy, Jack... not too fast."

This bottle was lowered after a couple of swallows, then Jack leaned in and kissed Jacob.

"Thank you, Jake... you and Selmak. You have no idea how much I needed that."

"It was mostly Selmak, Jack. I didn't think it was safe, remember? I still don't, but I'll tell you I think Selmak may have enjoyed playing Goa'uld and slave a little too much... you're gonna be sore for a couple of days, my friend, and sitting down isn't gonna be a picnic either. How do you feel?"

"Sore, but a good sore... I feel like I could sleep for a week. Thank you for everything, Jake. I hate feeling so needy."

Jacob glanced up at the two clocks hanging side by side above the door. "Yeah, well... you have about three hours, so I suggest you don't squander anymore time than you have already."

"I don't consider the time we spend together to be a waste, Jacob. I look forward to it."

"Yeah, well that's because you're a sex-starved hot shot...but you could do better than an old prop jockey like me, O'Neill."

"I don't think I could, Jake... and besides the fact that you are now in better shape than I am, I LIKE spending time naked and sweaty with you...I have for a long time... and NOW I get..."

"Now, you get two for one and Selmak gets to play Goa'uld and slave on occasion. Plus, I have better staying power and a few more miles per gallon in me than I used to... but that doesn't change the fact that you need to find someone, Jack. Someone who you can spend more time with, entire nights and wake up in each other's arms, you deserve that."

"You really don't get it, do you, Jake? I'd rather spend a few stolen hours with you than a whole month of nights with anyone else... no one understands me and what I need like you, I don't think I ever even understood Sara as well as I did you."

"Did?"

"Well, Selmak brings another whole new aspect to things; but I still would not trade us for anyone else. I can pick up the occasional trick, if I'm careful and venture far enough from home, but those are just quick fucks with little talking and less meaning." Jack yawned as he finished.

"This is a conversation for another time, Jack... you need to sleep now. I'll make a visit to the SGC in a week or so and we'll see if we can steal some time alone, okay?"

"That sounds great, Jake. Thanks."

"Now lie down and get some sleep, I already took care of zatting the towels and the other sleeping bag. I put most of the furniture back, but you'll still have to straighten up later. Drink up."

Jack finished the second bottle and handed it over, then dropped back flat onto the single bunk with a sigh.

Jacob stood and drained his own bottle of water and dropped all three empties into the trash can next to the desk. "I'm gonna turn the lights out in here, but the doors won't be locked."

"That's okay, Jake. Thanks."

Jacob stood at the door watching Jack settle down between the two sleeping bags, then switched off the lights and left.

"Good night, Jack."

"Good night, Jacob... Selmak... and thank you."

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