SG-1 Fic: What the World Will Never Hear (Porn Battle)
Title: What the World Will Never Hear
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters: Daniel/Sam/Teal'c/Cam
Rating/Warning: Oh so very NC-17. Kink. Dear lord what is my brain doing?
Word Count: 887 words
Author's Note: Written for Porn Battle VII in response to the prompt "Daniel/SG-1 - Blank" and originally posted here. This is the uncut version.
Daniel is trussed up in the middle of the partitioned-off portion of her basement - arms hanging loosely from chains attached to her rafters, feet flat on the floor and legs spread wide by the bar attached to cuffs on his ankles. That's the important part Colonel O'Neill discovered, whenever this started - that Daniel needs to know he can't get away, can't leave them. His head shifts, following Sam's movement by the sound of her steps, because he can't see through the blindfold. Only his mouth is free. None of this is over until he lets go enough to make a sound.
His cock, red and swollen from the teasing and the ring cinched tight at the base, twitches when she strokes a finger along it. She needs to pay attention, listen for the smallest huff of air, the tiny signals Daniel will unintentionally give that something isn't working quite right, but she's distracted. Cam is shifting in the corner, eyes wide as saucers and pretending his pants haven't grown uncomfortably tight in the crotch.
Cam isn't supposed to be here - is still too new, too untested, too fresh and innocent, to understand. To be trusted. But he and Teal'c were over for pizza and a movie when Daniel let himself in with that blank, haunted look and Sam knows better than to turn him away. She couldn't say exactly when this started, exactly how the three of them figured out what Daniel needed (he couldn't really tell them, didn't really know himself) and, well, Cam may as well learn. Sometimes three sets of hands are useful.
"Colonel Carter." Teal'c's voice breaks through her thoughts and she sees Daniel's right hand flexing. She lets her hand rest on his shoulder before moving inward, settling into the hollow of his neck, and then scratching down with just enough force to leave red lines that fade fast. When her fingertips catch on the chain adjoining the clamps on his nipples she tugs, just a little, until his chest arches toward her and his fingers stop drumming. It's a massive tug of war, keeping him on the edge. Too much pain and it's like their jobs, his life, and he shuts down. Too much pleasure and he isn't getting what he needs.
She strokes his hip before stepping back to get a better look. He's flushed and trembling slightly, adam's apple bobbing as he breathes and he's almost, almost, so close to almost there that she nods to Teal'c before stepping over to Cam.
"You okay?" she asks, taking his hand.
He jumps a little before turning to look at her and trying to smile. "This is..." he starts, then shakes his head. "You guys do this often?" He turns to the sound of foil ripping and watches Teal'c roll on a condom and walk toward Daniel with a tube of lubricant in his hand.
Cam is shaking, either from nerves or arousal and she takes his chin, turns his head and locks his eyes with her own. "Hey, we won't hurt him." It's not entirely true, but also not exactly a lie. "Someday you'll understand." If he lives long enough (she doesn't wonder if she'd rather see Cam die sooner or reach the point where he understands what they do in her basement). When she presses her lips to his it takes him a minute to relax into her kiss, but she can feel some of the tension unwind in his back.
She pulls back reluctantly at the barely audible whine behind her. Teal'c is pumping into Daniel with a painstakingly slow, even rhythm and Daniel's head is thrown back, mouth open, chest rising and falling with each breath. Time to finish this.
Sam lets him know she's there, runs a hand up past his ear to scratch fingernails through his scalp and pull his head forward to kiss him, even as her other hand loosens the clamps and wraps around the chain at his chest. When he pulls back she nips gently at his lower lip, then drops her other hand to his cock where she can feel the blood pulsing beneath the surface. He keens then, pushing into her hand as Teal'c pushes in, and she flips open the catch on the ring, freeing him.
As Daniel begins sliding into her loose fist she hears footsteps behind her and then Cam's chin is on her shoulder, one arm wrapped around to rest on her stomach. She pulls harder on the chain, feeling the clamps begin to slip off, and tightens her fist so Daniel can get more friction. Cam's other hand reaches out tentatively to cup Daniel's balls and sroke the skin behind them and Daniel freezes. A tug pulls the chain free as her fist tightens and Daniel comes silently, stomach muscles clenching, splashing warm on her wrist and the floor.
Teal'c finishes off quickly and Cam helps her with the cuffs around Daniel's ankles and wrists. When they remove the blindfold Daniel still looks blank, but no longer haunted, and they help him upstairs and into her spare bed, where they tuck him in and he'll be mostly himself by morning. She hopes Cam's hand on hers is a promise. Tonight wasn't about her, but she could use some attention just the same.
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters: Daniel/Sam/Teal'c/Cam
Rating/Warning: Oh so very NC-17. Kink. Dear lord what is my brain doing?
Word Count: 887 words
Author's Note: Written for Porn Battle VII in response to the prompt "Daniel/SG-1 - Blank" and originally posted here. This is the uncut version.
Daniel is trussed up in the middle of the partitioned-off portion of her basement - arms hanging loosely from chains attached to her rafters, feet flat on the floor and legs spread wide by the bar attached to cuffs on his ankles. That's the important part Colonel O'Neill discovered, whenever this started - that Daniel needs to know he can't get away, can't leave them. His head shifts, following Sam's movement by the sound of her steps, because he can't see through the blindfold. Only his mouth is free. None of this is over until he lets go enough to make a sound.
His cock, red and swollen from the teasing and the ring cinched tight at the base, twitches when she strokes a finger along it. She needs to pay attention, listen for the smallest huff of air, the tiny signals Daniel will unintentionally give that something isn't working quite right, but she's distracted. Cam is shifting in the corner, eyes wide as saucers and pretending his pants haven't grown uncomfortably tight in the crotch.
Cam isn't supposed to be here - is still too new, too untested, too fresh and innocent, to understand. To be trusted. But he and Teal'c were over for pizza and a movie when Daniel let himself in with that blank, haunted look and Sam knows better than to turn him away. She couldn't say exactly when this started, exactly how the three of them figured out what Daniel needed (he couldn't really tell them, didn't really know himself) and, well, Cam may as well learn. Sometimes three sets of hands are useful.
"Colonel Carter." Teal'c's voice breaks through her thoughts and she sees Daniel's right hand flexing. She lets her hand rest on his shoulder before moving inward, settling into the hollow of his neck, and then scratching down with just enough force to leave red lines that fade fast. When her fingertips catch on the chain adjoining the clamps on his nipples she tugs, just a little, until his chest arches toward her and his fingers stop drumming. It's a massive tug of war, keeping him on the edge. Too much pain and it's like their jobs, his life, and he shuts down. Too much pleasure and he isn't getting what he needs.
She strokes his hip before stepping back to get a better look. He's flushed and trembling slightly, adam's apple bobbing as he breathes and he's almost, almost, so close to almost there that she nods to Teal'c before stepping over to Cam.
"You okay?" she asks, taking his hand.
He jumps a little before turning to look at her and trying to smile. "This is..." he starts, then shakes his head. "You guys do this often?" He turns to the sound of foil ripping and watches Teal'c roll on a condom and walk toward Daniel with a tube of lubricant in his hand.
Cam is shaking, either from nerves or arousal and she takes his chin, turns his head and locks his eyes with her own. "Hey, we won't hurt him." It's not entirely true, but also not exactly a lie. "Someday you'll understand." If he lives long enough (she doesn't wonder if she'd rather see Cam die sooner or reach the point where he understands what they do in her basement). When she presses her lips to his it takes him a minute to relax into her kiss, but she can feel some of the tension unwind in his back.
She pulls back reluctantly at the barely audible whine behind her. Teal'c is pumping into Daniel with a painstakingly slow, even rhythm and Daniel's head is thrown back, mouth open, chest rising and falling with each breath. Time to finish this.
Sam lets him know she's there, runs a hand up past his ear to scratch fingernails through his scalp and pull his head forward to kiss him, even as her other hand loosens the clamps and wraps around the chain at his chest. When he pulls back she nips gently at his lower lip, then drops her other hand to his cock where she can feel the blood pulsing beneath the surface. He keens then, pushing into her hand as Teal'c pushes in, and she flips open the catch on the ring, freeing him.
As Daniel begins sliding into her loose fist she hears footsteps behind her and then Cam's chin is on her shoulder, one arm wrapped around to rest on her stomach. She pulls harder on the chain, feeling the clamps begin to slip off, and tightens her fist so Daniel can get more friction. Cam's other hand reaches out tentatively to cup Daniel's balls and sroke the skin behind them and Daniel freezes. A tug pulls the chain free as her fist tightens and Daniel comes silently, stomach muscles clenching, splashing warm on her wrist and the floor.
Teal'c finishes off quickly and Cam helps her with the cuffs around Daniel's ankles and wrists. When they remove the blindfold Daniel still looks blank, but no longer haunted, and they help him upstairs and into her spare bed, where they tuck him in and he'll be mostly himself by morning. She hopes Cam's hand on hers is a promise. Tonight wasn't about her, but she could use some attention just the same.