Turning Point
Author: T.W. Lewis
Title: Turning Point
Gift for: Wendy Sheffield
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Daniel/Teal'c
Notes/Warnings: NON-CON. Wendy asked for Daniel/Teal'c prison!fic, and this turned out a trifle darker than I had envisioned.
"Ah, the inimitable SG-1," Cronus gloated, walking from one end of the row of kneeling prisoners to the other. "Did you really think you could steal weapons-grade naquadah from my refineries without my knowledge?"
Apparently not, Daniel thought, but schooled his face to blankness.
"The Tauri have become quite a thorn in the side of the Goa'uld these past few years--"
"Thank you," said Jack. "We take pride in our work."
"--despite your primitive technology and your ignorance of the ways of interstellar relations." Cronus' smile lingered on his lips. "Ignorance which I shall take great pleasure in rectifying." He walked over to lay a hand across Teal'c's golden tattoo, chuckling as the proud Jaffa jerked away and glowered up at him. "I've seen for myself how you value Teal'c, how you trust him, rely on his strength. But there is something you fail to understand about the Jaffa, and I suppose it falls to me to educate you. Properly harnessed, the Jaffa's strength makes them useful slaves. But they have no true loyalty beyond their fear of strength greater than their own. Teal'c's father was mine, my First Prime, though the wretch hardly deserved the honor, but when he failed me, Teal'c and his mother fled straight to the service of my worst enemy. And when Teal'c realized you were stronger than Apophis, he abandoned his god to follow you. Now you have fallen to me, and we are back where we started."
"Hardly," Teal'c snarled. "Twisting the truth in this manner will not change the fact that I have proven my worth and my honor to the Tauri."
"Yeah, so you can stop wasting our time with the hokey supervillain jabber," said Jack.
"I thought you might have trouble believing me without a practical demonstration. Actions do speak louder than words, after all. And by the time I'm done, if you survive, you will never be able to look at Teal'c again without remembering exactly who and what he is. Kree, Teal'c! If you wish to live and serve me, choose one of these Tauri and rape them for me."
"I would rather die," said Teal'c.
"And I should have no problem accommodating you. But if you defy me, I shall see to it that they are all raped, repeatedly, by my Jaffa. The effects of such abuse on females are always amusing to watch, but it's the men who invariably prove the most entertaining. They are so little prepared for such violation." When Teal'c did not respond, Cronus waved a hand and walked back to settle on his throne. "Very well. Jaffa! Kree!"
The Jaffa flanking them moved to grab them from behind, and Daniel felt a flash of pain and nauseous fear as his bound hands were forced up behind his back, shoving him down until his cheek smacked the marble floor. Hands fumbled with the fastenings of his pants, and his gorge rose. Not this, please, don't make me do this...
"Stop!" Teal'c roared.
The guards paused. Daniel was ashamed to realize he was shaking slightly.
"You will do as I command?" Cronus asked. "You will take one of these you call friends against their will?"
"Yes."
Daniel heard Teal'c getting to his feet, and closed his eyes. It was cowardice -- he respected what Teal'c was doing, getting his own hands dirty to save the rest of them, but Daniel couldn't watch Teal'c do that to--
He heard Teal'c come to a halt behind him, heard the squeak of boot heels on marble a moment before large, familiar hands picked up where the guards had left off, unclasping his pants and easing them down over his hips. Terror squeezed Daniel's throat and he kicked out in blind reflex, but Teal'c took the force of the blow with barely a grunt.
"If you fight me, Daniel Jackson, you will suffer considerable damage," Teal'c murmured in his ear. "I am sorry."
"Not your fault," Daniel whispered back. Briefs followed pants, leaving him on his knees with his face pressed against the hard floor and his butt in the air in front of his team, a system lord, and a room full of Jaffa. A cool breeze brushed his bottom as he blushed with humiliation.
Teal'c palmed his ass cheeks apart, encouraging him to widen his stance until all his weight rested on his poor, abused shoulders. Then Daniel heard the crinkle of a packet opening and yelped as Teal'c slipped a cool, slick blob of antibacterial gel inside the resistant ring of his anus. Teal'c's fingers felt huge inside him, and Daniel cringed at the thought of what was going up there next. But, remembering Teal'c's warning, Daniel tried to unclench his muscles, to let Teal'c's fingers invade his body. He didn't want to think about what damage Teal'c could do if Daniel tensed up on him.
"That's enough, Teal'c; don't think I don't know what you're doing," Cronus warned, and Teal'c pulled his fingers free with a loud pop. Then Daniel heard Teal'c's zipper, and a rustle of clothing, and then something larger than fingers pressed against him, demanding entry.
For a moment, Daniel thought it was too big to fit, that he might be spared this, but then he shifted and Teal'c pushed, forcing him wider, and wider still. It hurt, causing cramps as sharp as a blade. Daniel couldn't hold back a sob, and his quiet litany of "Ow, ow, ow," rose in pitch as Teal'c pressed forward. Tears pricked his eyes, making the marble floor slick and hot against his face. Just when he was ready to stop hissing and start screaming, he felt Teal'c bottom out, his hips firmly against Daniel's butt. Then he pulled back, seeming to take Daniel's insides with him, and Daniel did scream then as the massive Jaffa split him open.
Don't fight it, Daniel reminded himself desperately, and as he forced himself to relax, the pain receding into a not-unpleasant sensation of fullness as Teal'c rocked inside him with forceful, rhythmic thrusts. Teal'c pressed down on the small of Daniel's back with an open palm, subtly adjusting his position, and Daniel sobbed as Teal'c's next thrusts pressed a spot inside him that made him feel cold and hot and alive all at once. Good, so good...
Grunting his satisfaction with Daniel's response, Teal'c drove harder inside him, his every movement stroking that delicious bundle of nerves, making Daniel arch his spine, desperate for more. He had never felt so good in his life. His cock was rapidly hardening in the tangle of his pants; if Teal'c kept fucking him like this, he was going to come before Teal'c did! Teal'c's thrusts became brutal, driving them both implacably towards orgasm, and then his cock seemed to grow even larger, jetting fluid inside Daniel, and Daniel grayed out as climax ripped through his body.
For a long moment he lay there, unaware of anything beyond Teal'c's weight across his back, Teal'c's warm breath in his ear, the aftershocks of pleasure still humming through his system. Then Teal'c began to move again, and Daniel realized that Teal'c was still hard. This wasn't over by a long shot. He cried out again as Teal'c's shaft stroked over the oversensitive nerves of his well-used channel, but Teal'c varied his angle, easing Daniel past the worst of the overstimulation until his body began to rouse again. Teal'c pulled on his hair, yanking his head back, and whispered in his ear, "Major Carter has managed to cut her restraints and pass her knife to Colonel O'Neill. If we can continue our distraction, I believe they may gain the upper hand."
Daniel moaned in confirmation, trying to make his growing bliss seem like real agony for the benefit of their audience. Teal'c hissed in pleasure and shot another heavy load of cream inside him, never breaking his rhythm. A few more thrusts and Daniel came too, clenching around Teal'c's cock. He was dizzy with a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion, his world narrowed to the awareness of the flesh that invaded him, over and over. He gave himself up to it, going limp, letting Teal'c use him as he saw fit.
What seemed like eons later, Teal'c abruptly pulled free of him, leaving him cold and exposed on the floor. He was dimly aware of yelling, the boom of staff weapons and the crack of bullets, but none of it seemed that important. Hands yanked him to his feet, and he groaned as his scraped knees and battered abdominal muscles protested.
"Come on, Daniel, we've got to move!" Jack yelled in his ear, dragging him along. Daniel managed to pull his pants up before he tripped, letting himself be guided to a ring platform, across a field, through the gate, as Jack jerked him this way and that to avoid weapons fire.
The noise of battle cut off abruptly as the wormhole disconnected, and Daniel staggered, realizing that the rest of the team was surrounding him, supporting him, concealing him from view.
"Colonel? What happened?" Hammond asked.
"Long story, Sir," said Jack, guiding Daniel out of the gateroom. "Permission to hit the showers before we go into detail?"
"Are you sure you don't want to see Dr. Fraiser first? Dr. Jackson looks--"
"Sir. Showers first. Please."
The next thing Daniel knew, he could hear water running, and he painfully eased out of his clothes and stepped under the hot water, grateful that Jack had given him a chance to pull himself together instead of sending him to the infirmary still aching and covered in spunk. As he came back to himself, he became aware of the warm water soothing his bruises and stinging his cuts and scrapes -- a gash where his cheek had rubbed against the floor, the bleeding lines across both wrists from fighting the restraints. He rolled his neck from side to side, loosening his tight muscles.
"Hey." Jack's voice, quiet as it was, still made him jump. "You survived. That's all that matters."
There were too many thoughts whirling in Daniel's mind, none of which Jack would want to hear, so he just nodded. "Jack. I need to talk to Teal'c. Alone."
Jack studied him for a long moment, frowning, but finally punched his shoulder lightly and walked out of the locker room. Another minute, and Teal'c entered, completely expressionless.
"Daniel Jackson," he said, and waited with the same quiet resignation he had once faced his former victims on an alien world. Bracing himself for condemnation and punishment.
"Why me?" Daniel asked. "Did you... did you see something in me? Did you know I would... like it?"
A muscle fluttered in Teal'c's jaw. He was silent, and Daniel began to think he wouldn't answer. "Colonel O'Neill... would not have survived long after that. Major Carter would have never again been able to serve beside men, wondering what we thought of her. I did not think you were weak. I thought you were the only one strong enough to survive such an ordeal intact." He paused, and said, more quietly, "And you were the only one I thought might forgive me, as you forgave me twice for the loss of Sha're."
Daniel closed his eyes, feeling too much, all jumbled up. "There's nothing to forgive, Teal'c. You gave us the chance to escape, you kept the others from getting hurt. You did the only thing you could under the circumstances."
"If it is your desire, Daniel Jackson, I shall give up my place on SG-1, or leave the Tauri entirely. I would not cause you more pain than I have already."
Daniel opened his eyes, meeting Teal'c's gaze. "No. Then he wins. Look, I'm not saying it's not going to be hell for a while, but we can get past this." He licked his split lip, watching for Teal'c's reaction. "And... if I want you to do it again sometime?"
Teal'c's kiss, though tender, obliterated rational thought as surely as his earlier lovemaking had. "I would be most honored," he murmured.
End.
Title: Turning Point
Gift for: Wendy Sheffield
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Daniel/Teal'c
Notes/Warnings: NON-CON. Wendy asked for Daniel/Teal'c prison!fic, and this turned out a trifle darker than I had envisioned.
"Ah, the inimitable SG-1," Cronus gloated, walking from one end of the row of kneeling prisoners to the other. "Did you really think you could steal weapons-grade naquadah from my refineries without my knowledge?"
Apparently not, Daniel thought, but schooled his face to blankness.
"The Tauri have become quite a thorn in the side of the Goa'uld these past few years--"
"Thank you," said Jack. "We take pride in our work."
"--despite your primitive technology and your ignorance of the ways of interstellar relations." Cronus' smile lingered on his lips. "Ignorance which I shall take great pleasure in rectifying." He walked over to lay a hand across Teal'c's golden tattoo, chuckling as the proud Jaffa jerked away and glowered up at him. "I've seen for myself how you value Teal'c, how you trust him, rely on his strength. But there is something you fail to understand about the Jaffa, and I suppose it falls to me to educate you. Properly harnessed, the Jaffa's strength makes them useful slaves. But they have no true loyalty beyond their fear of strength greater than their own. Teal'c's father was mine, my First Prime, though the wretch hardly deserved the honor, but when he failed me, Teal'c and his mother fled straight to the service of my worst enemy. And when Teal'c realized you were stronger than Apophis, he abandoned his god to follow you. Now you have fallen to me, and we are back where we started."
"Hardly," Teal'c snarled. "Twisting the truth in this manner will not change the fact that I have proven my worth and my honor to the Tauri."
"Yeah, so you can stop wasting our time with the hokey supervillain jabber," said Jack.
"I thought you might have trouble believing me without a practical demonstration. Actions do speak louder than words, after all. And by the time I'm done, if you survive, you will never be able to look at Teal'c again without remembering exactly who and what he is. Kree, Teal'c! If you wish to live and serve me, choose one of these Tauri and rape them for me."
"I would rather die," said Teal'c.
"And I should have no problem accommodating you. But if you defy me, I shall see to it that they are all raped, repeatedly, by my Jaffa. The effects of such abuse on females are always amusing to watch, but it's the men who invariably prove the most entertaining. They are so little prepared for such violation." When Teal'c did not respond, Cronus waved a hand and walked back to settle on his throne. "Very well. Jaffa! Kree!"
The Jaffa flanking them moved to grab them from behind, and Daniel felt a flash of pain and nauseous fear as his bound hands were forced up behind his back, shoving him down until his cheek smacked the marble floor. Hands fumbled with the fastenings of his pants, and his gorge rose. Not this, please, don't make me do this...
"Stop!" Teal'c roared.
The guards paused. Daniel was ashamed to realize he was shaking slightly.
"You will do as I command?" Cronus asked. "You will take one of these you call friends against their will?"
"Yes."
Daniel heard Teal'c getting to his feet, and closed his eyes. It was cowardice -- he respected what Teal'c was doing, getting his own hands dirty to save the rest of them, but Daniel couldn't watch Teal'c do that to--
He heard Teal'c come to a halt behind him, heard the squeak of boot heels on marble a moment before large, familiar hands picked up where the guards had left off, unclasping his pants and easing them down over his hips. Terror squeezed Daniel's throat and he kicked out in blind reflex, but Teal'c took the force of the blow with barely a grunt.
"If you fight me, Daniel Jackson, you will suffer considerable damage," Teal'c murmured in his ear. "I am sorry."
"Not your fault," Daniel whispered back. Briefs followed pants, leaving him on his knees with his face pressed against the hard floor and his butt in the air in front of his team, a system lord, and a room full of Jaffa. A cool breeze brushed his bottom as he blushed with humiliation.
Teal'c palmed his ass cheeks apart, encouraging him to widen his stance until all his weight rested on his poor, abused shoulders. Then Daniel heard the crinkle of a packet opening and yelped as Teal'c slipped a cool, slick blob of antibacterial gel inside the resistant ring of his anus. Teal'c's fingers felt huge inside him, and Daniel cringed at the thought of what was going up there next. But, remembering Teal'c's warning, Daniel tried to unclench his muscles, to let Teal'c's fingers invade his body. He didn't want to think about what damage Teal'c could do if Daniel tensed up on him.
"That's enough, Teal'c; don't think I don't know what you're doing," Cronus warned, and Teal'c pulled his fingers free with a loud pop. Then Daniel heard Teal'c's zipper, and a rustle of clothing, and then something larger than fingers pressed against him, demanding entry.
For a moment, Daniel thought it was too big to fit, that he might be spared this, but then he shifted and Teal'c pushed, forcing him wider, and wider still. It hurt, causing cramps as sharp as a blade. Daniel couldn't hold back a sob, and his quiet litany of "Ow, ow, ow," rose in pitch as Teal'c pressed forward. Tears pricked his eyes, making the marble floor slick and hot against his face. Just when he was ready to stop hissing and start screaming, he felt Teal'c bottom out, his hips firmly against Daniel's butt. Then he pulled back, seeming to take Daniel's insides with him, and Daniel did scream then as the massive Jaffa split him open.
Don't fight it, Daniel reminded himself desperately, and as he forced himself to relax, the pain receding into a not-unpleasant sensation of fullness as Teal'c rocked inside him with forceful, rhythmic thrusts. Teal'c pressed down on the small of Daniel's back with an open palm, subtly adjusting his position, and Daniel sobbed as Teal'c's next thrusts pressed a spot inside him that made him feel cold and hot and alive all at once. Good, so good...
Grunting his satisfaction with Daniel's response, Teal'c drove harder inside him, his every movement stroking that delicious bundle of nerves, making Daniel arch his spine, desperate for more. He had never felt so good in his life. His cock was rapidly hardening in the tangle of his pants; if Teal'c kept fucking him like this, he was going to come before Teal'c did! Teal'c's thrusts became brutal, driving them both implacably towards orgasm, and then his cock seemed to grow even larger, jetting fluid inside Daniel, and Daniel grayed out as climax ripped through his body.
For a long moment he lay there, unaware of anything beyond Teal'c's weight across his back, Teal'c's warm breath in his ear, the aftershocks of pleasure still humming through his system. Then Teal'c began to move again, and Daniel realized that Teal'c was still hard. This wasn't over by a long shot. He cried out again as Teal'c's shaft stroked over the oversensitive nerves of his well-used channel, but Teal'c varied his angle, easing Daniel past the worst of the overstimulation until his body began to rouse again. Teal'c pulled on his hair, yanking his head back, and whispered in his ear, "Major Carter has managed to cut her restraints and pass her knife to Colonel O'Neill. If we can continue our distraction, I believe they may gain the upper hand."
Daniel moaned in confirmation, trying to make his growing bliss seem like real agony for the benefit of their audience. Teal'c hissed in pleasure and shot another heavy load of cream inside him, never breaking his rhythm. A few more thrusts and Daniel came too, clenching around Teal'c's cock. He was dizzy with a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion, his world narrowed to the awareness of the flesh that invaded him, over and over. He gave himself up to it, going limp, letting Teal'c use him as he saw fit.
What seemed like eons later, Teal'c abruptly pulled free of him, leaving him cold and exposed on the floor. He was dimly aware of yelling, the boom of staff weapons and the crack of bullets, but none of it seemed that important. Hands yanked him to his feet, and he groaned as his scraped knees and battered abdominal muscles protested.
"Come on, Daniel, we've got to move!" Jack yelled in his ear, dragging him along. Daniel managed to pull his pants up before he tripped, letting himself be guided to a ring platform, across a field, through the gate, as Jack jerked him this way and that to avoid weapons fire.
The noise of battle cut off abruptly as the wormhole disconnected, and Daniel staggered, realizing that the rest of the team was surrounding him, supporting him, concealing him from view.
"Colonel? What happened?" Hammond asked.
"Long story, Sir," said Jack, guiding Daniel out of the gateroom. "Permission to hit the showers before we go into detail?"
"Are you sure you don't want to see Dr. Fraiser first? Dr. Jackson looks--"
"Sir. Showers first. Please."
The next thing Daniel knew, he could hear water running, and he painfully eased out of his clothes and stepped under the hot water, grateful that Jack had given him a chance to pull himself together instead of sending him to the infirmary still aching and covered in spunk. As he came back to himself, he became aware of the warm water soothing his bruises and stinging his cuts and scrapes -- a gash where his cheek had rubbed against the floor, the bleeding lines across both wrists from fighting the restraints. He rolled his neck from side to side, loosening his tight muscles.
"Hey." Jack's voice, quiet as it was, still made him jump. "You survived. That's all that matters."
There were too many thoughts whirling in Daniel's mind, none of which Jack would want to hear, so he just nodded. "Jack. I need to talk to Teal'c. Alone."
Jack studied him for a long moment, frowning, but finally punched his shoulder lightly and walked out of the locker room. Another minute, and Teal'c entered, completely expressionless.
"Daniel Jackson," he said, and waited with the same quiet resignation he had once faced his former victims on an alien world. Bracing himself for condemnation and punishment.
"Why me?" Daniel asked. "Did you... did you see something in me? Did you know I would... like it?"
A muscle fluttered in Teal'c's jaw. He was silent, and Daniel began to think he wouldn't answer. "Colonel O'Neill... would not have survived long after that. Major Carter would have never again been able to serve beside men, wondering what we thought of her. I did not think you were weak. I thought you were the only one strong enough to survive such an ordeal intact." He paused, and said, more quietly, "And you were the only one I thought might forgive me, as you forgave me twice for the loss of Sha're."
Daniel closed his eyes, feeling too much, all jumbled up. "There's nothing to forgive, Teal'c. You gave us the chance to escape, you kept the others from getting hurt. You did the only thing you could under the circumstances."
"If it is your desire, Daniel Jackson, I shall give up my place on SG-1, or leave the Tauri entirely. I would not cause you more pain than I have already."
Daniel opened his eyes, meeting Teal'c's gaze. "No. Then he wins. Look, I'm not saying it's not going to be hell for a while, but we can get past this." He licked his split lip, watching for Teal'c's reaction. "And... if I want you to do it again sometime?"
Teal'c's kiss, though tender, obliterated rational thought as surely as his earlier lovemaking had. "I would be most honored," he murmured.
End.