Quick Fic
Something a bit different from me, but this has been sitting in my head all day as I curled up under blankets. is only a little over 300wrds long.
Stargate: SG1
Jack/Daniel
AU: "Absolute Power"
PG-13 (for violence and well, more sex than you usually get from me)
Daniel laid beneath him, still breathing heavy. His skin was slick with sweat, hair mussed. Beautiful. But then to Jack, Daniel always was beautiful even as he reached under the pillow, grabbing his knife. As he pressed the blade to Daniel's chest, just above the heart, Daniel breathed, "I love you," without sadness, anger, nor hope. Though his words were soft, in them Jack could hear screams: Carter's as a pain stick was pressed against her neck, Teal'c's, millions of people's as their city was razed, and Daniel crying out Jack's name as he did only moments before in passion.
But Daniel didn't scream as the knife cut through flesh. There was only a gasp from the pain, then a groan. There, in that groan, he liked to imagine, was the regret. Jack watched as blood poured from the wound, gliding across smooth skin, absorbing into the sheets beneath them. Jack leant over and kissed Daniel, his own lips getting covered in the blood that welled in Daniel's mouth and spilled out over kiss-swollen lips and cheeks once flushed, now deathly white.
Jack didn't bother removing the blade. He gathered his clothes, put them on, and quietly went to his own room. There he waited. Hours later there were more screams. The maid. Jack could still taste him: the blood, the skin, the sweat. Running booted feet pounded down the hall, past his door. Must've been security, but no one came for him.
In his room, sitting on his bed, Jack continued to wait, seeing nothing but the door. Daniel's blood had long dried, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. The door opened. Daniel was wearing the same clothes he had last night before they went to bed. He sat down next to Jack. "Did it make you feel better?"
"Yes," Jack answered, "every time."
Stargate: SG1
Jack/Daniel
AU: "Absolute Power"
PG-13 (for violence and well, more sex than you usually get from me)
Daniel laid beneath him, still breathing heavy. His skin was slick with sweat, hair mussed. Beautiful. But then to Jack, Daniel always was beautiful even as he reached under the pillow, grabbing his knife. As he pressed the blade to Daniel's chest, just above the heart, Daniel breathed, "I love you," without sadness, anger, nor hope. Though his words were soft, in them Jack could hear screams: Carter's as a pain stick was pressed against her neck, Teal'c's, millions of people's as their city was razed, and Daniel crying out Jack's name as he did only moments before in passion.
But Daniel didn't scream as the knife cut through flesh. There was only a gasp from the pain, then a groan. There, in that groan, he liked to imagine, was the regret. Jack watched as blood poured from the wound, gliding across smooth skin, absorbing into the sheets beneath them. Jack leant over and kissed Daniel, his own lips getting covered in the blood that welled in Daniel's mouth and spilled out over kiss-swollen lips and cheeks once flushed, now deathly white.
Jack didn't bother removing the blade. He gathered his clothes, put them on, and quietly went to his own room. There he waited. Hours later there were more screams. The maid. Jack could still taste him: the blood, the skin, the sweat. Running booted feet pounded down the hall, past his door. Must've been security, but no one came for him.
In his room, sitting on his bed, Jack continued to wait, seeing nothing but the door. Daniel's blood had long dried, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. The door opened. Daniel was wearing the same clothes he had last night before they went to bed. He sat down next to Jack. "Did it make you feel better?"
"Yes," Jack answered, "every time."