A Helping Hand

by Mitch H

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Summary: Kasuf worries about the newlywed's lack of intimate contact and as head of the people it is up to him to solve all couple's problems. Kasuf is a wise man

Good Father noticed Sha'ure's quiet demeanor. When the other married women were giggling about their fullness times, his newly married daughter did not join in. As priest of the tribe he had the duty to learn what problem may exist between her and her husband. For several handfuls of nights he listened, and his suspicions were confirmed. It was not her moon time, yet not even once did her husband partake of her gifts.

This could not continue! It would be bad for the man to have no release. The blue-eyed man kept assuring them he was not a god; therefore, he would need the release every man must have. Unless, he was defiling his daughter by daring to seek it silently at his own hand in their bedchamber! Oh, Kasuf would have to confront his new son tonight! Such blasphemous behavior could not be tolerated!

Under the inky, star-strewn sky Daniel Jackson sat on the city wall, alone, studying the shifting dunes of his new home. One of those distant points of light marked where HE was, where Jack O'Neill was. So far away. Daniel sighed and rested his chin on his fist.

As was their habit on cool, calm nights Sha'ure and her younger brother climbed the wall to share Daniel's solitary post far from the crowded city, far from the press of humanity that Daniel normally loved so much. In the heat of summer many moved from the stone rooms to abide in tents within the common area below. Their own family had such a tent, but tonight they were not in it.

Silently Sha'ure moved up behind her husband and draped a shawl over his shoulders. Then she joined her agile brother at his observation post a few feet higher on the steps to Daniel's left. Skaara struck up a pose consciously exactly like Daniel's, watchful, intent on the desert below.

"Good son," Kasuf spoke softly as he climbed up beside Daniel. He did not greet his other children. This was to be a private conversation.

Daniel straightened and smiled warmly. "Good father. Please, join us. How are you this evening?"

"I am well. But, I am troubled."

"Please, sit. Tell me if I may help you?" Daniel scooted over to give the dignified man room to sit with him. Then he returned to staring at the sands.

"I shall tell you. It is not a matter that affords delay. A most serious grievance has come to my attention. And," he paused and cleared his throat nervously, "as high priest it is my duty to solve the problem if it can be solved. A young married couple in our city are not fulfilling their conjugal duties to each other."

"Oh," Daniel said distractedly. Then he straightened, his eyebrows rising. "Oh," he repeated, his mouth remaining in an open O shape as he stared at the desert. "Oh."

Sha'ure and Skaara were silent, not invited into the family discussion; they knew to remain as they were. It was the way of communal living, and all, including Daniel now, were used to it.

"They have not done so for as many days as they have lived in their family's tent dwelling. This is bad for a man's spirit, for his health and sanity. There may be many reasons for this detrimental thing, I understand. It could be her moon time. But . . . I think not."

Daniel shook his head with Kasuf, both agreeing this was not the reason the young unnamed couple were not having sex.

"It could be they have had . . . an argument," Kasuf said, carefully watching Daniel.

The young, non-god shook his head and Kasuf sadly joined him.

"Or, they grow tired of each other, having had too much . . . joining in their first week of privacy."

Before he was finished speaking Daniel was already slowly shaking his head. Kasuf pursed his lips in frustration.

"It might be because the husband wishes again for more privacy, as is afforded all couples on their first nights together in the marriage suite."

Daniel shook his head, and Kasuf joined him. The older man sighed and slumped down a little.

"Perhaps it is because the man misses his home."

Daniel shrugged, but then shook his head.

"Or . . . loves another woman?" Kasuf asked, obviously dreading the answer.

"No!" Daniel exclaimed, and then caught himself. "I mean, surely not."

"I am beginning to wonder if they have EVER--" Kasuf broke off his words as a stunned gaze met him.

Daniel's lips parted. He started to speak, and then stopped. He dropped his gaze to his lap.

"Oh. Oh! Oh, this would not be good for my daugh-- for the young woman. If she were thus rejected . . . Oh. I cannot bear to think on the disgrace to her, the loss of her status. To be relegated to the lowest of the low, a gift rejected is worth nothing! She would be worth nothing in the eyes of her people--"

"Good father," Daniel said urgently, patting the distraught man's arm. "Surely no husband would do this to such a beautiful young wife. Surely he would rather cut out his own heart than reject her in the eyes of her people, to cause her to be sent to the house of the unclean to live as a harlot or beggar. He would rather die first!"

Kasuf clutched at Daniel's hand, weaving dizzily on his perch far above the surface of Abydos. "I . . . Good son, you save me. You save this foolish old man."

Daniel waited until the priest was breathing steadily, and then resumed his stare at the night-swathed desert.

"But still, there is a problem between them. The man must have release or he will become unwell!"

"Good father . . . " Daniel could not continue.

"Perhaps it is a problem I can help with. I am a wise man, you know."

Daniel smiled.

"I am! I know many things. I know many reasons a young man might not lie with a woman, even one as beautiful and loving as she of whom we do not speak."

They stared silently into the desert for a while.

"Maybe his manhood is not well formed!" Kasuf exclaimed brightly. Then Kasuf shook his head, ignoring Skaara's snicker in the dark. "But I have seen him in the baths. It is well formed."

Daniel couldn't help himself. He chuckled at Kasuf's disappointment. "Perhaps it is."

"I have known men to abstain before a battle or a physical contest, but this man is not such as that. Or men might not partake if they are lautie, or ill, or--"

Daniel sucked in an audible breath. Skaara could be heard shifting on the stone step.

"What? Have I named the reason? You are-- I mean, the young man could be ill?" he asked hopefully.

"Not ill," Daniel said softly.

"Not preparing for a physical contest or battle . . . or . . . Oh!"

Kasuf took an audible breath now, as did Skaara in the dark. Sha'ure was silent, as was Daniel. The silence of the young married couple was that of ones who were not surprised by a revelation that should have been shocking.

Finally, Kasuf breathed the word softly. "Lautie. And I have pressed upon this young lautie the duties of a married man, with no regard for his needs. I am grieved for my part in dishonoring this noble young man."

"No, please," Daniel protested softly. "You didn't know. The young man obviously said nothing to you before the wedding when, by all rights, he should have. He should have been smarter, quicker at interpreting the meanings of the offered gift, the union. It was his fault, not yours. Not hers. Never hers."

"But why has he said nothing to me, then? Is he so self-sacrificing that he can protect my daughter-- the young woman this way? To deny what makes him the man he is? I am continually amazed at his strength, this non-god in our midst." Kasuf shook his head sadly.

"He's just a man who didn't understand something quick enough. That's all, good father."

"Have you-- Do you think the young man has spoken with his wife about this?"

"No. He hasn't figured out how yet. But she knows. She's let him know she understands his needs."

In the dark, a rustling sound came from the steps above Daniel and Kasuf. Sha'ure rose and joined her husband. She settled at his side and took his hand in hers.

"Father, my husband and I wish to speak with you of a problem."

"Speak, my daughter," Kasuf urged her.

"I would like my husband to be afforded the rights to a hahbub."

"But it is not permissible this soon after your marriage! No," he asserted with a shocked tone. "It would disgrace you. I will speak of it no further until the marriage has aged to the proper time for a man to take a hahbub. We will speak of it again when you have been married a year."

"Father, he can not be made to suffer for that long. He needs release as all men need it."

"No," Kasuf declared, crossing his arms.

"Sha'ure," Daniel protested.

She ignored her husband. "I would not wish to be relegated to the house of the lowest. My husband sacrifices his manhood for my status, and yet you will deny him any honorable release? Should he seek his own hand then? In our bed at night or in morning? Will this be more permissible?"

"Blasphemy, Daughter--"

"Sha'ure--"

"Please. I beg of you, Father."

"I can not give him the right to seek out a hahbub of the village! All would know. All would see that my daughter--"

"If it was not known," Skaara's low voice came from the dark, interrupting his father. "If the joining of Danyel as lautie with a hahbub was not known to any outside our family, what would it matter, Father?"

"But of all the hahbub currently serving, none would I trust to keep this secret. None." Kasuf shook his head.

Skaara climbed down the stairs and knelt behind his sister and Daniel. "Not one who is currently serving. Someone who is of age, but who has not requested to serve, is unknown to the people." He leaned forward, his mouth by Daniel's ear. "Me," he said softly.

Daniel gasped, his spine straining to be straighter. Skaara's breath was hot on his neck, the young man's maleness scenting the air. He closed his eyes and felt Sha'ure squeeze his hand.

"Yes," she said. "Father, I request that you grant this right to my brother. To lay with my husband and bring him release."

"Daughter!" Kasuf said. "But . . . "

"We can't . . . " Daniel protested.

Again, Skaara breathed on his neck. "I think we can. Together we have defeated a god, destroyed his palace in the sky, killed his armies and freed a world. You think we can't bring a little pleasure into our own lives, Danyel?"

"But . . . oh," Daniel groaned. Sha'ure had taken Skaara's hand and placed it with her own on Daniel's hand. Skaara's other hand was brushing over his shoulder to run down his chest. Suddenly the archaeologist was hot and sweating despite the cold night breeze. "Oh."

"Father?" Sha'ure prompted.

Skaara spoke as he felt his way across Daniel's broad chest, "I am experienced in the ways of the lautie. I have lain with many as is my right as an unmarried male."

Kasuf huffed. He crossed his arms. "My children will be the death of me yet."

Sha'ure put Skaara's other hand on Daniel's chest, keeping her hold on her husband too.

Daniel groaned as the young man touched his nipples. He was achingly hard! Right here on the damned wall elbow to elbow with his father-in-law and his wife!

"Oh, all right!" Kasuf exclaimed. "It is done! But only until Skaara reaches the age he must declare himself a lautie or marry! I will not be pushed on this!" He shook his finger at his family. Huffing, he rose and descended the stairs, mumbling to himself the whole time.

Skaara chuckled, the breaths gusting across Daniel's hot neck. "We have many long and wondrous months ahead of us. Then Danyel may choose another hahbub of age or join with a lautie outside the marriage and no dishonor will be brought on the family. It is well, sister. It is well."

Sha'ure smiled. "My husband, you will have release tonight. Come, your time of pain and denial is over. Let us go home to our bed."

Shaking his head to get his thoughts working again, Daniel stood, then helped his wife to her feet. The moonlight bathed her skin in pure whiteness. She looked up at him with adoration. He looked down at her in awe. "You're beautiful, you know?"

She giggled at him. "Accept your hahbub, my husband."

"Oh!" Daniel looked down at Skaara kneeling at his feet. He reached out and helped the young man to stand.

"Now, take him to bed."

Daniel stared wide-eyed between the siblings, finally absorbing what had been done. Again, he had that feeling of being too slow, too slow to translate and understand a custom that he should have anticipated. "But--"

Sha'ure covered his mouth with her gentle fingertips, and then nudged him toward the stairs.

Abydos was a strange land, a galaxy away from his home world, full of customs and people centuries removed from Earth's distant past. Tonight Daniel struggled to be grateful for that difference. The sprawling tent of their family was almost dark, two oil lamps burned in it this evening. Their good father was in his quarters at one end, possibly meditating. One of the lights shone dimly through cloth partitions from there. The young trio made their way through the dark hanging dividers into Daniel and Sha'ure's bedchamber. It was lit by the other lamp, diffuse, and almost gloomy.

He loved this life. He loved belonging to a family, to a place he could call home. Daniel was content on so many levels, that finding sexual release had been relegated far back in his mind. He had decided before Jack left that this was what he'd choose. Daniel thought he'd chosen correctly. Jack had to return to his home, his wife, all the possibilities that implied, like, maybe a new family, another child. Daniel stayed here. It had been an easy choice to make at the time, but one that was hard to live with.

Sha'ure took Daniel's shawl, and bent to remove his sandals. Skaara joined her in removing Daniel's footwear. The blond man was breathing heavily, tense with anticipation. He stood perfectly still. His mind was full of thoughts of the military man who'd wanted to die, but who'd willingly put himself in harm's way so these people could be free. He admired Jack O'Neill's strength and courage.

Following the mute direction of his sister, Skaara helped undress Daniel. When they had the man down to his linen breechcloth they guided him to the low bed. Daniel sat. His wife then adjusted the lamp wick, brightening the chamber.

With a great deal of ceremony, Sha'ure undressed Skaara completely, removing his breechcloth and freeing his manhood. The muscular youth stood straight and proud, erect, before Daniel's eyes. Then she removed all but her cotton undergarment and fetched a bowl of water. With a damp cloth, she set about cleaning Skaara, wiping from his head to his feet. She prepared him for her husband.

Skaara peered down, his face bright and confident. He never moved a muscle of his finely displayed body. He kept his unwavering gaze on Daniel.

The seated man drank in the vision before him. Muscles gleamed on the young man, strong muscles like Jack O'Neill had. Skaara's hairless chest was well defined, his stomach rippled and firm. His hips were narrow and his cock dark and shockingly thick. Daniel licked his lips. It had been so long! He stared at Skaara's heavy sac, so much fuller than his own, than the men he was used to on Earth. His wife had washed diligently there. Daniel groaned softly. His own cock was hard. His own sac was tight up in its nest of light curls.

Sha'ure appeared at his side with a fresh bowl of water. She helped him to stand, removed Daniel's glasses, then his final garment, revealing that well formed manhood Kasuf was worried about earlier. It truly was well formed, thick and slightly curved toward his navel when fully hard as it was now. The circumcised stretch of foreskin was mauve, darker than the pale shaft. The head was plump, glistening and wet with precum. Daniel's cock was the perfect crown above a very sparse patch of pale hair. Below the hair, he had two heavy balls in a smooth, almost hairless sac.

As he stood there, fully exposed to the young man's gaze, his wife washed him in much the same manner as she had her brother. She started at his face and worked her way to his toes, taking great care with him. Then she stood by the bed and cleansed herself.

Daniel watched her, unsure of her role in what was to come. Hell, he was unsure of his own role! Then she wiped them all down with a cloth scented with a pleasant herb. Everything was happening so fast! He needed things to slow down. He felt he needed days, not hours to adjust to this. Maybe weeks would be better!

Then she took his face in her hands and gazed deeply into his eyes.

"Always, my husband, I give you my love. You take it with you when you join with another man. I show you this with a kiss that you will feel, so you know my sincerity." And she kissed him, more deeply than she'd ever done before.

Daniel was stunned. When she was finished, he stood there, his lips still poised as she'd left them, his eyes closed, his mind blank. As she withdrew her hands from his cheeks, he opened his eyes. He was speechless.

Skaara chuckled at him. "It is the kiss of consent, Danyel. All know it. You have her blessing on your desire now. If you are interested in another man, your wife will give you this kiss for all to know she approves. You are a fortunate man. I am very beautiful," Skaara added as he stroked his fingertips along his hard cock.

Daniel groaned.

Gently Sha'ure urged Daniel to lie back in the center of the bed. His hard cock was throbbing with each heartbeat, thumping against his abdomen. She climbed up above his head and cradled his head and shoulders in her nude lap.

"Husband, relax. Your pleasure is close. He comes to you now. See?"

He looked at Skaara. The young man slowly approached the bed and stood there at Daniel's feet.

"Call to him," she urged.

Daniel opened his mouth but absolutely nothing would come out. He gazed at the male body and felt his cock pulse out another drop of pre-cum to puddle just below his navel. His balls ached.

"Spread your legs, my husband, and show the source of life, the round globes of the code of life. Display for him your manhood. He will come unbidden."

Still Daniel didn't move.

Sha'ure motioned Skaara to come. The young man reached out and shifted Daniel's legs apart. Then he knelt there, one leg between Daniel's and the other outside his legs. Then he slowly crawled up the bed, his body undulating in feline grace. He stopped over Daniel, their faces inches apart, their hard cocks even closer.

Slowly he leaned down and kissed Daniel. The prone man groaned loudly and arched up, his cock brushed the younger body, the younger cock, and he gasped into the mouth over his. Thick strands of black hair brushed around Daniel's upturned face.

"All is well, my husband." Sha'ure brushed Daniel's wild, blond hair from his forehead. "Your pleasure is come to you."

The body over him came down and met him. Daniel arched up harder, pushing himself, his cock against the cock over his. Heat met heat. Hard, stiff cock against hard, stiff cock, he groaned. His balls felt the heaviness of a darker, fuller sac draping over them. Daniel brought his hands to Skaara's hips and held on. He thrust himself against the male loins above him.

Dark skin slid over his pale flesh. Electric tingles of desire danced along Daniel's paler body.

His mind reeled! Pleasure had come to him. Oh, Daniel could not think! He didn't want to think! He just wanted to feel. Feel. He thrust, and was met by answering thrusts. They kissed. His lips felt the moist firmness of younger lips, toying with his, nipping, pressing. Daniel's mouth opened and met the kiss of the younger man over him. He groaned in that mouth and began to thrust in earnest, a fast, frantic pace fueled by need and longing and love.

"You wish to enter him, my husband? Is that your way?"

"Mmno," Daniel moaned into the mouth marauding his so sweetly. "Him in . . . me," he managed around the tongue doing battle with his own. Then Daniel felt shocked at his boldness, at his wanton openness. He'd just eagerly said he wanted to be fucked! He'd just told them both, his wife and his brother-in-law, that he wanted a cock in his ass, to be fucked.

And he did! Oh, how he did. He wanted it. Please! He wanted it. Here in the safe harbor of home and family, where he could bare his soul and announce his wants and needs, he did. He wanted that eager cock in his body.

"Then you shall have it. I have oil. Will it be needed?" she asked.

After several moments, Skaara raised up. "Honored woman, I am wet from lust for your kind husband. But it has been a long time for him since he last coupled, I think. The oil will be welcome."

Daniel was grateful to the younger man. He needed someone to speak for him right now. His mouth was busy with other things. He was sucking at Skaara's neck. He wanted to taste all of the hard male flesh in bed with him. He wanted to lick, suck, and nibble at every square millimeter of flesh on the firm, male body.

"Mm," he groaned, pulling at the young man, urging his mouth back down. Skaara chuckled in amusement and brought his face back down. Daniel's questing tongue found its goal again. He sucked and nibbled, thrusting his tongue in, receiving thrusts from the tongue over him.

He ran his hands up the slender, male hips, found strong ribs, washboard abdominal muscles, and a chest heaving with passion to match his own. He hugged Skaara and felt the weight of the young man drop down on him. Daniel sighed contentedly, loving the hard weight of the male body.

As he kissed and licked the enthusiastic mouth, he felt Skaara's hands flowing down his body, down his hips, his thighs. Skaara's touch was strong, hard and sure, just like Daniel needed. Skaara shifted and was kneeling between his legs now. Daniel slid his feet up the bed, rolling his back, preparing to lift his legs. He didn't have to exert himself at all. Skaara was lifting his thighs, bending his legs even more, positioning him to receive the hard cock pressing, dueling with his own.

Fast, this was going fast. Too fast. But Daniel would not have been able to endure anything slower. He needed release now. It was a miracle he hadn't come the moment Skaara's naked groin touched his.

He saw Sha'ure hold out a small vial to her brother. The young man shifted Daniel's legs to rest on his shoulders, freeing his hands. Skaara took the vial. He tipped the contents out into his palm. It was oil. He smoothed it onto his hot erection.

Daniel gasped. He got a very good look at the size of the cock that would soon be entering him. It would be an incredibly tight fit! He hadn't taken a cock that big since, well, since being left here, of course. Skaara's cock was thicker than Jack O'Neill's was. It wasn't as long, but it was definitely thicker. The advantage of youth, possibly. Or perhaps all Abydonian males were this well endowed?

At the baths Daniel had seen plenty of men nude, but not erect. Skaara was very erect. As his mind had wandered from Jack's hot cock to the countless men he'd seen in the baths here Skaara had gotten himself oiled and was now poised, ready.

With breathless need, Daniel sighed as the young man's cock head brushed against his puckered entrance.

"Yes," he hissed the word out, long and gutturally. Propped in Sha'ure's lap he watched the male body over him move, ripped stomach muscles working, legs and arms strong and graceful in their dance of intimacy.

It was time. All too fast, and not near fast enough. Daniel just accepted it. As with many things in his life, he accepted it, owned the moment and lived in the moment. Skaara was entering him.

It had been a long time. Yes. Too long. Daniel hissed in delicious pain, familiar pain. This pain was an old friend, one who he loved to greet and embrace. Skaara penetrated him, was in him, was pleasuring him.

"So good," Daniel groaned in English. Skaara chuckled and Daniel tried to repeat it in Abydonian but his mind refused to do the translation. "So good," he said in English again.

"Yes. I am thinking," Skaara said with little puffs of breath, "you are praising my extremely marvelous technique, eh?"

"Ye . . . Oh, yes. Marvelous." Daniel closed his eyes and felt Skaara's strong rhythmic motion.

The young man rocked forward on his knees, thrusting himself completely into Daniel, then rocked back, coming almost all the way out. Forward he rocked, slapping his sac against Daniel's ass lightly. Then he rocked back, bringing himself almost all the way out before again, changing direction, inward.

Bliss. Daniel let the young man's rocking set the pace for his breathing. It was short, deep and sweet breaths he took now. So sweet. So warm and loving here in the embrace of his family, safe in his home.

Skaara rocked on as Daniel felt that yearned for bliss fill him up. It entered into every corner and crevice of his being. So good. So loved. So sweet.

"Then you will praise this technique," Skaara said with effort as he worked, "because it is even more marvelous and a wonder."

He changed his position slightly and began thrusting more upward, toward Daniel's belly button. His cock brushed hard over the spot in the center of Daniel's pleasure.

"Oh!" he called loudly, gutturally.

Sha'ure clamped a hand over his mouth lightly. She giggled.

"My husband, you must enjoy, but not disturb."

"Oh!" Daniel called again. He grabbed her hand and pressed it harder over his mouth.

She giggled again, but kept her hand there firmly as he snorted breath through his nose and groaned against her palm.

Skaara grinned, a blatant look of pride on his face. "I am powerful. I am virile. See?"

He thrust faster, his thrusts not as long now, but still buffeting that intimate little spot deep in Daniel. The older man had to grab the younger man's shoulders. He had to hold on. He was going to come. He was going to come very, very hard.

He stared wild-eyed up at Skaara. He wanted to shout, harder, faster, but he dared not. He begged with his blue eyes, begged and pleaded like he wanted to do with his voice. He wanted to shout his passion. He needed to tell the universe that he was alive and preparing to explode.

Then he closed his eyes so very tight.

With a deep thrust Skaara's cock rammed right into Daniel's sweet spot. His nuts, already tight, could take no more. Cum shot up and out of Daniel's cock. It spurted, long jets of white thickness, up his chest, up over his face, up onto his wife. He heard her gasp, heard her say his name in wonder and love. He heard Skaara echo his name with the same wonder, the same love.

His ass, so lovingly full, jerked, spasmed around Skaara's cock. Daniel's orgasm pulled at the invader, sucking it in deep, trying to draw from it what he was spraying out of his own.

The ring convulsed around Skaara's cock. As the cum intensified his ass clamped down, pushing out, out, as all of his muscles fought to expel every single drop of cum from him. Skaara had to fight to get that last thrust in as deep as the others. There was no holding back now.

"I reach with you," Skaara exclaimed softly. "Now. Feel, Danyel. Feel my code of life! It is abundant. I give it to your body. I give you this."

"Ska--" Daniel mumbled behind his wife's hand.

She moved her palm away a few inches.

"Skaara," Daniel whispered. "Yes," he said, drawing the word out as his body was filled with one last stream. "Oh."

"My husband, your pleasure has come to you. We are blessed. We are blessed."

Skaara stilled, his face sweating, his eyes bright with happiness as he gazed down.

With a deep moan, Daniel moved his hands from Skaara's shoulders to cup his face. He drew the young man down until their lips met. He kissed him deeply.

Without breaking the kiss, Skaara pulled his softening cock from Daniel's body and laid down on him. They kissed until their bodies cooled. Until the white cum cooled on exposed skin.

Sha'ure scooted back, repositioning Daniel flat on the bed. She returned with a damp cloth and moved them, cleaning here, there, getting cum and sweat from the two men. Then she nudged Skaara to lay on Daniel's right, their arms around each other. Then she blew out the lamp and lay by her husband's left side, draping a light cover over them all.

The Abydonian night was quiet, cool and peaceful. Daniel listened to the even breathing of the people in bed with him. Contented and loved in his home, he closed his eyes and slept.

End