You know how sometimes you write a piece in a work and it just lives rent-free in your head? I did that today. Here my ass is trying to finish up this fic and thinking I just have the epilogue to write, right? Yeah, fuck me. Now it's going on 3 years since I've been working on this fic, and I'm so mad about it. (Not really, but I am tired of writing it)
Yes, it's for my SG1/SGA crossover AU. Anyway, so here it is:
Sam smiled. “You were speaking Abydosian,” she whispered.
Daniel closed his eyes and nodded with a sad smile. “It’s.” He took another deep breath and opened them, staring earnestly at Sam. “That was half of a wedding night ritual. They, the men, I mean, worshipped their women as bringers of new souls into the world. I just. I felt compelled. I hope I didn’t….”
Sam felt his loss acutely as he spoke. The vulnerability of his confession broke through the quiet between them. She did her best to push down her own tears that threatened to fall. “You didn’t. Thank you,” she whispered.
After several long seconds, he pulled her close. There was nothing more to be said. They soon fell into a restful, dreamless slumber.
This, ofc, leaves a loose end that I never planned to tie up. Except said loose end is now dangling about.
Stargate SG-1 Polycule (Not Serious, so Please No Hate)
DISCLAIMER: None of this (except Jack/Sam, Daniel/Vala, and Teal'c/Ishta) is serious, so please don't hate on me.
The Wisecracker is sleeping with the Geek Girl, Ancient Aliens Guy, and the guy with the baby snake in his gut. The Geek Girl and Ancient Aliens Guy are also sleeping with each other, but they don't tell the Wisecracker. The Wisecracker and Ancient Aliens Guy are also both sleeping with the woman with a good snake in her head. The weirdo (affectionate) who becomes ruler of a whole planet has a massive crush on the Wisecracker, but the Wisecracker hates his guts. Ancient Aliens Guy's main girlfriend is the hot woman who used to have a bad snake in her head, while the guy with the baby snake in his gut is dating the woman with the baby snake in her gut. Meanwhile, the bald general is trying to make sense of this mess.
Summary: Daniel has a bad round of golf... and Sam is bored.
Tags: spanking, oral, unprotected sex, literally just smut idk what else to say... so MDNI!
Words: 2.3 k
A/N: This has been written in my drafts for over a year and I just got around to polishing it up. Anyway, as usual, this is dedicated to @ofthecaravel because when is it not. (Also pspspspspsps @runwayblues) Title taken from Wild Side by Motley Crue (I swear I don't listen to them that much). Anyway, and as always, enjoy!!
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"God, that was awful!" Daniel yelled as he stormed into the house, throwing his baseball hat into the wall and kicking off his slides. They made a subdued smack as they landed onto the floor near the entrance.
"How was golf?" Sam called out for his spot in the living room, flipping through channels mindlessly. He was bored out of his skull, having already finished all the chores he wanted to do this weekend and really not all in the mood to play any of his instruments.
"I shot in the 90s! I haven't gotten a score like that since high school!!" The golfer raged, now pacing in front of the couch Sam was on. He had to admit, Daniel was hot when he was mad. He'd get this set in his jaw that defined it more and this look in his eyes that reminded Sam of all the times he was pinned underneath Daniel.
Oh, thought Sam, now there’s an idea
"Oh, baby, that's rough," Sam patronized, his voice dripping in manufactured sympathy. He threw the remote down, not needing the tv anymore. His entertainment had arrived.
Though, he felt his heart skip a beat when that rage fueled gaze was cast onto him. His skin began to prickle with goosebumps as Daniel stopped in his tracks, one of Danny's eyebrows cocking up. He felt his blood simultaneously freeze and boil beneath his skin at that look.
"You think you can do better, Samuel?" His tone was even and dangerous, a low grumble in his chest.
Sam had to suppress a shiver at the words. He was diving head-first into the deep end and he knew the risks.
"No… but you should've" Sam retorted, his bratty streak always strong. He knew he was in trouble the moment Daniel crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles very visible under the pliant fabric of his golf shirt.
"You've got quite the mouth on you. Don't you, princess?"
At the pet name, Sam visibly shivered, unable to suppress this one. That name was reserved for the moments when it was about to get nasty. And the way Daniel was glaring at Sam? It was about to get very, very nasty.
"And what about it, big loser?" The bassist really hammered the last nail in the coffin with the smirk and raised eyebrow he sent Danny’s way.
That's what finally set Daniel off.
His arms dropped to his sides, hands balling into fist. Sam watched it happen in rapt fascination, feeling just the tiniest twinge of fear in his heart. However, it was drowned out by the excitement flooding his veins at knowing just how much he had successfully riled up Daniel.
"On your knees.”
Sam was not expecting that of all things for Danny to say. He felt his eyes get big as he swallowed thickly. That fear had turned into surprise, his heart fluttering inside his ribs. He knew where this was going, however he still dumbly asked: "W-what?"
"Get on your knees. Right now, princess," Daniel growled, his teeth clenched as he spoke.
Doing as he was told, Sam slipped off the couch and stood on his knees, his eyes gazing up at Daniel. This was far from the first time Sam had viewed Daniel from this vantage point; it certainly would not be the last, either. At least, not if Sam had any say in it.
"What have I told you about that mouth of yours, princess?" Daniel approached Sam, only a few inches away from him. Danny leaned down just enough so that Sam didn’t strain his optic nerve to look at him, but Daniel still loomed above him. Sam was suddenly reminded of devotees gazing up at their gods on bended knee, feeling a sense of understanding of their blind devotion at that moment.
"That it's only useful wrapped around your cock," Samuel answered, stealing a glance down at the other man's crotch directly in front of him. He felt a rush of saliva at the mere memory of the weight of it on his tongue, having to swallow it down so that he wouldn’t drool.
Daniel hummed in approval, his hand coming to pet Sam's hair. Sam is only mildly ashamed to admit he leaned into it like a cat.
"That's right, pretty boy," Danny used his other hand to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, leaving them on and only freeing his cock, "now put it to good use."
Knowing when to obey, Sam immediately wrapped his lips around the tip of Danny's dick. The growl that slipped past the golfer's lips made Sam's own dick twitch inside his jeans, a whimper escaping his lips.
Sam wasted no time bobbing his head up and down the length of Daniel's cock, hollowing out his cheeks and laying his tongue flat. The long, drawn out moan that escaped from the back of Danny’s throat was music to Sam’s ears. When he looked up at Danny through his lashes, he’d noticed that the drummer’s head had tipped back, his eyes pinched closed as he basked in the pleasure Sam was imparting onto him.
It wasn't long before Daniel grabbed the top of Sam's hair and began setting his own pace, Sam gagging as the other man's cock hit the back of his throat particularly aggressively. But Sammy took it all in stride, only mildly disgusted when the extra spit that flooded his mouth began dripping down his chin. At least Danny would find it hot that Sam now looked all ruined.
Tears fell from his eyes right before Daniel pulled Sam off of him, a string of saliva connecting them as he looked at Daniel with the most lust filled gaze. His eyes half lidded as he panted in order to catch his breath, barely able to breathe around Danny’s girth.
"Take off your clothes, whore," Daniel commanded, his voice rough but still authoritative. He had tilted his head forward in order to look down at Sam.
"Awww, Danny boy's a wreck 'cause of little ol' me," Sam taunted, his voice even more of a mess than Danny's.
Daniel cocked his eyebrow once again, Sam's smirk growing at the reaction he was able to pull from Daniel. However, it quickly fell from his face at what the drummer stated next.
"Clothes off. Get on the coffee table. On your hands and knees.”
Sam's breath caught in this throat, finding himself obeying the commands at the deep, rumbling tone Daniel employed. Once he was stark naked, Sam climbed up onto the wooden coffee table and rested on his hands and knees just as he was told. A twinge of embarrassment made his face pink, overly aware of the heavy staring from Daniel.
"I told you to only use that pretty mouth of yours for sucking, princess. Now it's gotten you into deep trouble," Danny told Sam, his voice deep and guttural.
Sam looked over his shoulder to see Daniel sliding his belt out of his pant loops, gathering the white leather in his hand; the appendage bulging with veins underneath tanned, practiced, and calloused skin.
The bassist involuntarily whined as he put together what was about to happen. Yeah, he was in deep trouble. Like, the deepest fucking layer of trouble he could possibly be in- well… maybe not. There was one time that Sam had continued to mouth off even after this stage and… well… Sam was pretty sure they’d have to move this little shindig to their bedroom to get the rope if he pushed his luck any further.
Sam gripped the edge of the table in his hands as a sharp snap of leather came down onto his ass, a yelp leaving his throat. He didn’t hurt. Far from it, in fact. The noise was one of surprise, more than anything else.
He felt a warm, calloused hand smooth over the spot that was just struck before it remained planted on the opposite cheek. Another blow came, the sound just as loud as the belt made contact with Sam's skin. This time, however, instead of a yelp in surprise Sam let out a needy whine as the pleasure overruled the pain.
Daniel kept going, raining down blow after blow. His fingers dug into the skin of Sam's ass as his moans became needier and needier. Samuel was certain his ass was becoming bright red. But he wanted Danny to keep going, to allow the belt and his digging fingers to leave bruises that would stain the skin there for days; to serve as a reminder for who he belonged to and who belonged to him.
With another snap of the belt, Sam became a waterfall of incoherent pleas. "Oh, please, please, PLEASE, Daniel! I need more fuck- FUCK! I need more, you don't understand how much I need- oh my god please FUCK!"
A pleased hum sounded from the drummer. "Look who finally learned how to run their mouth properly.”
Without any warning, Daniel flipped Sam so his back was pressed against the coffee table. Sam's brow was knit as he pleaded up at Daniel, his lips pouting slightly.
"God, fuck! You don't know how easy you are to fucking need with a face like that!" Daniel lost his composure momentarily after gazing upon the visage of Samuel fully exposed and begging him for anything Danny was willing to give him. It was enough to break any man, even one perceived as a god.
Throwing the belt to the side with a loud clatter, Daniel pressed his lips into Sam's; sudden and aggressively. Sammy's hands immediately grabbed at Danny's shirt, trying his best to rip it off. He was eventually successful as the fabric tore underneath his hands with a clamorous noise. Daniel was surprised, to say the least; marveling at what Sam had just accomplished.
"You're gonna pay for that, princess." And just like that, Daniel was back. Though, there was no missing the awe hidden just beneath that authoritative growl.
"Hurry up and give me my punishment, Danny. I've been waiting for it this whole damn time,” Sam impatiently demanded, also falling back into his role within the blink of an eye. He wouldn't be tamed so easily. It was more fun for both of them that way.
Opening the drawer next to Sam’s head and popping open the bottle of lube with his thumb, Daniel glared down at Sam. "Watch your fucking mouth."
Before Sam could even say anything, Daniel was plunging his lube covered fingers into him. With an unfettered scream, Sam's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his back arched up off the table. Danny played Sam like a violin, using his fingers to cause Sam to make all the noises he wanted him to.
Just as quickly as they had been shoved into Sam, Daniel pulled them out much to the bassist's dissatisfaction. He made his disapproval known, huffing out loudly. "That wasn't even close to being enough."
Kicking his boxers off, Danny's hand came down hard onto the side of Sam's right thigh.
"I think your next lesson will be one of patience, princess," Daniel threatened before squirting lube onto both of his hands before tossing the bottle back into the drawer.
Using his left hand, Daniel stroked his own cock. His right hand came to wrap around Sam's aching dick, a pathetic wail ripping out of his throat at the contact. He'd never been so thankful over the fact that Daniel was ambidextrous in his entire life. Truly, he’d have to write him a card or something for him when this was all said and done.
Daniel's hand never left Sam's dick as he plunged his cock into Sam, all eight, well endowed inches into Sam. All of the other noises Sammy had made up to this point had been absolutely nothing compared to the toe-curling scream he let out as
Daniel pushed himself in. Sam's vision was beginning to white out in pure pleasure, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
His hands gripped the sides of the table for dear life as his back arched, his toes curling involuntarily as the feeling of Danny throbbing inside of him. It was driving him insane, the feeling of it being too much, yet not enough all at once.
It wasn't until Daniel started thrusting that Sam really lost control of himself. He became a mess of pleading and screaming out Daniel's name like a satanic and perverted prayer.
"Daddy please - fuck, please!!"
Sam cried out after Danny managed to nail his prostate, his vision fully whiting out.
Daniel, knowing exactly what he had just accomplished, shifted his thrusting to focus all his attention there. Samuel's brain short circuited, his mouth permanently hanging open as he remained silent, all brain function stopping.
Sam gave no warning before cum began spurting out of his cock, a final pathetic cry ripping out of him as he painted himself in white. It was a surprise to even Sam. But, hitting your g-spot over and over to the point of abusing it would surprise anyone, he guessed.
Daniel was soon to follow, pulling out and pumping his cock before he also covered Sam's chest in cum. They were both out of breath, sweat covering every inch of their skin. Danny had bent over at the waist, his arms catching his fall and planting on either side of Sam’s head. Looming above Sam once more, the bassist had never felt more comfortable in his life. He’d happily perish in this spot if it meant he got to spend his final heartbeats between Daniel’s arms.
"You should play bad rounds of golf more often," Sam finally posited, a stupid smile on his face as he gazed up at Daniel.
The drummer laughed, caught by surprise. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, princess?"
Samuel gulped at the pet name usage. However, that previous edge had vanished from his voice.
Impossibly, he felt his dick twitch at the combination of seeing Daniel covered in sweat and cum while panting heavily. And when he looked back into those hazel brown and green eyes and saw nothing but amusement, adoration, and satisfaction, Sam knew that it was, in fact, he was where he belonged.
my main SG-1 ship is JD, but after reading Still Life With Cliche by Komos (it's AMTDI SamxDaniel & JackxDaniel, so be warned) it really made me Think Things.
granted, the pairing itself already had great potential in my books. it's less flashy than all the other big Stargate ships, but sometimes I like a nice, quiet little partnership between kindred spirits, you know?
I see it more as a far-into-the-future OldMance thing, maybe when they're both ushering in new blood for the program. (and maybe with Jack out of the picture, because he's always going to be The Elephant Under the Mountain).
SG-1 has always been a little more fucked up for me than SGA in terms of psychosexual dynamics (save for Teal'c, which is largely the writers' fault, tbh, and is definitely surely not at all a racially motivated writing choice because seriously, have you seen Christopher Judge??) but yeah. let's just chalk it up to our favorite Jaffa not touching the Humans Are Weird About Sex issue with a ten-foot pole. basically, I have some headcanons about the whole group (with Cam and Vala) being this weird poly thing that is too convoluted to even think about much less discuss among themselves.
And in the middle of all that tangled-up mess I see Sam and Daniel as some kind of oasis. maybe it started as them sizing the other up in relation to their own UST with Jack, then the genuine friendship and unconditional trust, then the let's-try-it-what-can-go-wrong-ok-so-i-love-you-but-there's-still-the-Jack-thing, then it develops into a deep understanding and affection and faith in each other that is valid as a platonic lifelong friendship but also sounds sweet if at the end of the road, they find their way back to each other. quiet and peaceful. no more unspoken baggage. just love.
