FIC: "Moving On" FRAO Daniel/OC, SG-1 - original team (Stargate)

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TITLE: "Moving On"
AUTHOR: Helena K.
RATING: FRAO
PAIRINGS: Daniel/OC
CHARACTERS: Daniel Jackson, Ubiran-3279 (Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Teal'c)
DEDICATION: Happy Birthday to my chosen baby brother, Brian.
WARNING: M/M slash relationship; off-world sex; ceremonial toys
SUMMARY: It's been an interesting year for Daniel. Oh, and for his ceremonial partner, Ubiran-3279, too.
TIMELINE: Post S8, one year after my previous fic, “Letting Go”, AU
NOTE: "Speech"
Emphasis
//Thoughts//
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to the SciFi Network and a whole bunch of alphabetical entities. I know the Polish – and Middle Egyptian - alphabet. Not the same thing. Not for profit, just fun.
DISTRIBUTION: Posted to my LJ and possibly others; anybody else, please ask.


Daniel's body was throbbing ... delightfully ... as his brain begrudgingly acknowledged the glaring evidence of full daylight in their quarters.

No, Ubiran wasn't there, long gone to work, but he'd left a surprise for Daniel //Well, not so much a surprise ... these days// - proof of a languid pre-dawn fuck dribbling out of Daniel's ass. The only irritation in Daniel's eyes was for the mess. He sighed. //Laundry. Again.//

But, as for the other, he was now accustomed to Ubiran's unique sense of humour. //If you can call it that.// But it wasn't just Ubiran's behaviour, it was a part of the customs he'd had no idea about, certainly not before – and even after – the ceremony.

Daniel was reminiscing as he reached under Ubiran's pillow, to see if the other erotic element of the surprise was there. Yes, Ubiran was sweetly predictable. For under his pillow was a carved wooden object, commemorative of their honeymoon. The pale phallus was the exact size and shape of Ubiran ... erect.

Daniel grinned, remembering that his own likeness was on a nearby shelf, ready and available if he were absent unexpectedly and Ubiran needed to be reminded what it felt like to have Daniel's cock thrusting urgently into Ubiran's welcoming body.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Daniel recalled his blush, seemingly spreading from toes to hairline, when the two artists had been waiting for them – after the surprisingly chaste ceremony during which the only physical contact permitted had been the holding of hands – inside the Refuge of Joined Souls. //Huh, so when were the three days in solitude going to start?//

Because Ubiran had conveniently forgotten to tell Daniel that the first hour would be spent under the respectful but observant gaze of – and some handling by - two other men ... as he and his new husband – he couldn't help but call him that proudly, privately – removed their red robes quietly, lay down on the luxurious red silk-covered bed and ... and caressed each other with fingers and tongues until both were at the peak of engorgement.

Then, one of the men had touched him, encircled his startled but still stupidly happy cock within a wide palm, sliding along the slick length a few times before moving down to grasp pulsating balls, finally finishing by cutting red ribbons and marking them for length and girth before they left, thanking the couple for the rare privilege and bowing themselves out.

Daniel had been predictably freaked, almost speechless, sputtering out, "What ... what was that? Who were those guys?"

Ubiran gave him a lazy smile, leaning over to kiss him, and replied in a sly tone, "It's a surprise. You'll find out when we return home."

Daniel supposed he could wait the three days. There would be other things to preoccupy him in the meantime. He moved across the bed languidly, sliding Ubiran's thighs farther apart with a determined hand, until his face was poised over Ubiran's cock. //One taste of the man was never enough.//

Even though the three days were meant to initiate them into the wonders and mysteries of penetration, Daniel didn't think they were going to abandon all of the things that had given them both so much pleasure during the courtship. With a very satisfied smirk, Daniel bent down and engulfed his lover.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Daniel surrendered the function of his brain devoted to archiving his sexual activities as he brought the wooden phallus (he refused to denigrate it by calling it a mere dildo) up to his lips for a reverential kiss. There was a faint hint of the taste of Ubiran's pre-come (for they were observant to refresh that aspect periodically – as he now knew the practice demanded of them) and Daniel moaned. From that sense memory, from the knowledge that Ubiran had derived pleasure within his body this morning and – obviously – from the hunger of his stirring cock.

Daniel knew he was still wet enough so, bending his left leg and propping his foot on the bed, in one well-loved motion slid the head of the phallus into himself, gasping as the nerve endings remembered ... everything. Daniel really didn't know how the artists/sculptors had done it – but they'd captured every single detail of each of their cocks in the polished wood: from texture to placement of veins to the natural indentation of the well-defined slit. Even the balls were the exact heft.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Every time Daniel used the phallus, he remembered their first time, and loved Ubiran even more.

Well, except for the misunderstanding that had threatened to shatter the serenity of their bedroom the first time Ubiran had quietly fucked a sleeping Daniel and slipped away to work. Daniel had remembered waking later and wondering why he felt so alone, so empty, so betrayed – with the seemingly callous evidence of Ubiran's pleasure within him and leaking out in rivulets onto the sheets. Daniel had spent the entire day in a foul mood, too distracted to work that afternoon, but couldn't confront Ubiran until they were able to slip away after dinner. Daniel had contained his unhappiness by saying as little as possible while they ate in the public pavilion. Because of their teams' diverging schedules, they were usually only able to spend dinnertime together – besides sharing a bed.

Ubiran was genuinely astonished to hear that Daniel had been so upset by that morning's activity. He pondered, //Yet another example of differing cultural norms.// As his lover's pain tore through him – once Daniel had actually told him why – Ubiran was determined to not only discuss the matter fully, but also to provide whatever comfort Daniel needed. Ubiran didn't need another glance at the anguished face and the hurt that was pouring out of Daniel's wounded eyes. Still, Daniel allowed himself, a trembling bundle of limbs, to be gathered into Ubiran's strong embrace while a soft blanket was draped over his body.

Ubiran had explained that, beyond the spiritual, emotional and psychological presence of their love of each other, the phallic representations were imbued with the full power of physical pleasure, what they shared, what they gave ... and what they were expected to take freely.

At Daniel's stunned expression, mingling with the sheen of tears welling up and threatening to spill over, Ubiran continued patiently to calm his lover, saying that, though he had taken his pleasure with Daniel, he had given him the means to experience his own – later, upon waking - through the intermediary of the phallus. He'd expected that Daniel would have been satisfied. And that Daniel, in turn, could do the same to Ubiran, whenever he was in the mood, even if Ubiran were asleep.

It was all too much for Daniel to comprehend in his fragile, emotional state, so he permitted the tears to flow freely. And Ubiran had rocked him well into the night until Daniel had fallen asleep, making a softly snuffling, snorting sound every so often.

Both men had been exhausted the following morning and work was not even mentioned. Their respective team members knew not to pry at the reason for their absence. Once again, the natural reticence of the world's inhabitants, the desire for privacy was paramount.

After awakening, and realizing that Ubiran had stayed home because of him, Daniel felt a deep shame – but Ubiran refused to allow it to continue. After he had enticed Daniel into a cooling bath, washing away the tear tracks, he pulled him back to bed, an indeterminable expression on his face. However, the excitement that Ubiran was feeling was very clear, as his cock was filling and rising to full readiness by the time they were both settled on the bed.

Of course Daniel soon found out what Ubiran had on his mind.

Ubiran brought out the ceremonial phalli, unwrapping them from the red cloths that protected them and concealed them from public view.

Ubiran solemnly laid the two beautiful objects, these utterly sensual works of art, on the bed before turning to Daniel and clasping his hands between his palms. "I'm sorry, Daniel, for causing you pain. For not explaining precisely what some of our practices involved. For once, I'm very ashamed of our society's overwhelming need for privacy and that these things are not more widely known."

Daniel shook his head. "No, Ubiran, it's not your fault. I was so ... so caught up in loving you, in getting joined, that I skimmed through some of the texts, ignored some completely, instead of reading them carefully."

Ubiran squeezed Daniel's hands reassuringly. "Still, Daniel, I was your host, these are my customs, and I should have behaved accordingly. Will you forgive me, please?"

Daniel nodded. "If you insist, then I do. But why did you bring these out?" He couldn't help but look puzzled.

Ubiran released Daniel's hands and picked up the phallus that was carved from the memory of Daniel's cock. His demeanor changed. He regarded it with deep reverence. Then he lifted his eyes and gazed at Daniel. His loving, exasperating, loyal, stubborn, brilliant and beautiful mate. Who apparently didn't have a clue as to the real purpose of the phallus. Surely this had to be a rare example of Daniel's not having studied the subject matter thoroughly.

He whispered, shyly, "Do you not have such objects on your world, Daniel?"

Daniel stared back. //Did Ubiran just ask me if I ... if ... with, um, toys?// His mind went blank. He took a deep breath, hoping he wasn't turning a flaming red colour. He still blushed entirely too much when Ubiran did something unexpected in bed. He grunted out through clenched teeth, "Well, uh, you can buy toys like them in sex shops or – more discreetly - online; they're usually for people who, uh, don't have anybody." Daniel couldn't go on, this was all just too embarrassing. He waved his arms helplessly in the air before his chin dropped down to touch his chest.

Realization dawned in Ubiran's eyes. He reached out, fingers gliding down Daniel's cheek and cupped his chin, causing Daniel to moan. It felt so good to be touched, to be loved, even when he felt miserable. Daniel leaned into the hand and allowed Ubiran to lift his head. Ubiran's hand rested on Daniel's neck, comforting, warm, heavy ... secure.

"Daniel, my beloved, these are sacred objects. They are not trivial things just for sexual gratification. This," he emphasized, raising the phallus that was Daniel's, "is the only one of its kind on this world – and only because it represents you, and still more so because we are joined. Only those who are joined are permitted to own such representations. To have one of someone who is not your joined lover is blasphemous, idolatrous."

Daniel was startled, but aware enough to ask, "But what about having a plain one in a generic shape? Would that be allowed?"

Ubiran shook his head. "Sadly, no. That is also why, when we play with a lover before joining, we use only our hands and mouths for pleasure. You remember how it was with us in the beginning?"

Daniel's cheeks coloured, remembering just how agile Ubiran's tongue could be, how energized the fingers, to rouse a flagging cock, to grasp a swollen nipple, to wriggle with impulsive curiosity into velvety depths seeking his life's pulse from the other side, from within. "Yes, I'll never forget that. But I had no idea that this ... all this was only for those who are joined."

"We do not take joining lightly. That is why not everyone is joined. Some have yet to find their mate." He paused, feeling awkward, "Remember, my Daniel, I had never been joined before. I learned to accept the fact that I probably would never be joined ... until I met you."

Ubiran brought the phallus back down onto the bed, still holding it. "Just as you are my Daniel, this, too, is my Daniel. As I worship you, i worship this. As you love me, this loves me. Let me show you ... now."

Ubiran's other hand released Daniel and, holding the jar of oil they used in bed, poured out a small amount. He rose up onto his knees and reached behind to anoint himself. Daniel's eyes widened and his breath hitched. He swallowed nervously. Was Ubiran really going to do what he thought was going to happen? But he wasn't looking away, transfixed by the way Ubiran was taking this. Slowly. Seriously.

Ubiran positioned the phallus on the bed and then sank down on it with no other preparation. He groaned, but kept his eyes open. Ubiran managed to gasp out in a halting voice, "I love you ... my Daniel. You fill me ... fulfill me ... where ... no other ... has."

He raised himself so that he was impaled only by the head of the phallus. He reached out, grasping Daniel's hand, and brought it toward him. "Touch me. See how my body welcomes you ... each time."

Daniel was still stunned but his hand followed Ubiran's guiding one. With shaking fingers, he encircled the phallus that was his double. His fingers glided up the slippery length until they met the solid but yielding resistance of Ubiran's firm body. Daniel stroked around the opening, fascinated by the way Ubiran's flesh closed around the phallus. //It fits ... perfectly. I ... fit ... perfectly.//

Daniel whispered, in awe, "Lower yourself, slowly. I want to see."

Ubiran bit his lower lip in concentration, as he willed his thighs to obey Daniel's wish. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but he'd chosen it so he could face Daniel directly while Daniel could see everything. As Ubiran sank down again, Daniel's fingers led the way, until his hand was resting on the smooth wooden balls, palm facing up. Ubiran's body came to rest on Daniel's hand. //So many sensations.// Ubiran sighed in deep contentment. But he needed ... wanted more.

He gasped, "Hold me, beloved. Help me come."

Daniel's other hand was pressed into service, grasping Ubiran's glistening cock, bouncing against his belly. //It's the oddest thing, feeling him and ... myself ... but not myself.// Even though Daniel was not touching himself, his cock had no trouble in remaining interested. He was sure it would get more attention soon. If this was a mutual ... show and tell.

While he stroked Ubiran closer to ecstasy, with the fingers of his other hand, he was playing the piano, as if upside-down, caressing the sensitive nerve endings delicately. Daniel was fascinated to see what more he could do when his cock wasn't attached to his body. Though he certainly didn't want that to be more real than life, it turned him on to be able to see and feel from another perspective.

Daniel listened to Ubiran's breaths as they became more shallow and rapid. It wouldn't take too much longer, unless Ubiran gave him a signal to slow things down. But Daniel couldn't see Ubiran drawing things out. Even though he was still biting his lip, sweat was dripping down his neck and his chest was heaving from the exertion, Ubiran's eyes had not even blinked, as they bored through to Daniel's heart.

No, Ubiran was close. Very close. Daniel's grip tightened on Ubiran's length as the fingers of his other hand became more demanding, treading less lightly as Ubiran twisted his torso in no apparent rhythm.

With one final push down onto the phallus, Ubiran groaned as his cock pulsed and spurted wildly. The spasms rippled through his heaving torso, so the pearly drops landed on his belly, on the bed and on Daniel's hand. Daniel raised a finger to his lips and thoughtfully sucked it clean, closing his eyes and moaning lightly. No, he really couldn't get enough of the taste of Ubiran.

He idly wondered if the indigenous diet was what made his lover's come unique. Even his sweat was never overpowering. Daniel had been in enough locker rooms in his life to know that the stench could be overwhelming. Even at the SGC, when more than one team returned from a mission at the same time. And these guys were squeaky clean.

Daniel's focus snapped back to the stunning display before him: Ubiran, open, vulnerable, sated, eyes heavy-lidded from exertion ... and completion. As his breathing returned to something approaching mere breathlessness, Ubiran sank back onto the bed off his trembling thighs and stretched his legs out, shaking out the cramps. He breathed deeply and then grasped the phallus by the not entirely decorative balls, pulling it slowly from his protesting body. He didn't want to remove it – but it was Daniel's turn to demonstrate ... and feel ... pleasure. Ubiran quickly wrapped the object in its original cloth, both to be cleaned in the cooled liquid of the boiled sakura plant, and laid it on the bedside table.

Ubiran moved so that his back was now pressed to the pillow at the head of the bed. He gave Daniel a piercing glance, loving but daring. "Now, beloved, it is time for you to take me, use me for your pleasure." Ubiran handed the second phallus to Daniel, silently pleading that Daniel could ... would ... do this for himself and for his lover.

Daniel bit his lip, nodding his head slowly without meeting Ubiran's gaze. Then he lifted his head, seeking the reassurance he so badly needed. It was there, as he'd known it would be.

Daniel accepted the phallus, attempting to duplicate the gravity and respect that Ubiran had given it. He sighed. "I think I want to be lying down. I know you still need to rest but will you move down and touch me when I get close?" Ubiran nodded slowly in assent. No words were needed to convey the promise.

Daniel slid down the bed into the position he found most comfortable. He glanced at Ubiran with a question in his eyes. Ubiran poured oil from the jar into Daniel's palm. He watched in fascination as his lover reached under his heavy balls to slide the oil around, breaching the entrance with two trembling fingers. Daniel hissed at what he could only describe as a tingling itch making him want to scratch lightly along his perineum and opening, slowing things down. But not now. Not when Ubiran was waiting for Daniel to show him what no other person would ever see.

Daniel turned the phallus so that the head was pointing down. It was one of their individual sexual idiosyncrasies. It was no wonder that Ubiran had been able to crouch, supported by his thighs – as that was his favourite position, to hover above Daniel's cock, facing him, before sinking down, impaling himself. But Daniel loved being taken from behind, loved feeling vulnerable, on hands and knees, with Ubiran pulling his head back sharply by his ever growing hair. Though not on hands and knees, Daniel had still positioned the cock as if he were, so that the slight curve along the tip would nudge his prostate, eliciting the greatest intensity.

Daniel looked up, suddenly seeming to lose his courage. But Ubiran had anticipated his hesitation and had already reached out to squeeze his shoulder in encouragement. Though Daniel quietened, Ubiran left his hand resting on Daniel's neck. Its warmth, its strength was a constant, letting Daniel relax so that he could push the head of the phallus inside himself. He stiffened and halted, assessing the pulsing sensations around the phallus. Still, he bore down so that a few more inches could glide slowly into his body.

The throbbing within intensified, Daniel's cock all but forgotten, its engorged state simply visual proof of arousal; and Ubiran's hand just a piece of padded flesh, a clutching glove. Ubiran knew exactly what Daniel was feeling, how intense the experience could be, especially the first time. So he didn't remove his hand, but applied even more pressure, grounding Daniel, connecting the two of them.

Ubiran whispered words of encouragement to his lover. "That's good, beloved. I feel your body welcoming me. Squeeze me, let me feel your strength." Ubiran gasped, as if he actually could sense Daniel's muscles clamping down on his cock, almost painfully.

"Now release. And again." Ubiran watched as Daniel's face bore a frown signifying intense concentration, as he followed his lover's suggestions without hesitation. "Now, beloved, let me move inside you. Feel me thrust deeper ... harder ...."

Daniel grunted from the exertion, as the self-induced pressure increased. The balls of the phallus were grinding against his perineum – just as he liked it. He wished he were on his hands and knees, so he could swing his butt higher, when Ubiran would just about climb into his body. He pleaded, between harsh gasps for air, "Ubiran, please hold it, ram it into me ... harder. I can't do it myself ... it's not like you." There were tears of desperation in Daniel's eyes.

Ubiran knew this was against custom. But he felt such unassailable loyalty and love for his partner that he had to do it .. even if only this once. He moved down the bed and lay between Daniel's legs. His hand covered Daniel's before moving it aside to take control of his other self. The phallus felt strange ... alien ... for he had never touched it for sexual pleasure. That, too, was forbidden. But, he reminded himself, he was doing this for Daniel.

Ubiran forced the phallus deep into Daniel's pliant body. With his other hand, he gently grasped Daniel's hand and brought it down to encircle Daniel's weeping cock. Daniel's torso jerked and then relaxed immediately. The two men worked Daniel's cock together, finding a rhythm that was in concert with the rapid, rough jabbing of the wooden effigy.

Daniel's breathing was harsh. Irregular. He seemed to need to gulp air in. Ubiran was breathing heavily too, having to exert a thrusting motion with one hand, while tugging on Daniel's cock and squeezing Daniel's fingers around it.

Daniel cried out, "Soon, soon, soon ... I'm so close" and then was silent for one brief moment before his body nearly jackknifed. Ubiran had sensed it was time to force the phallus as deep as possible and to hold it there as Daniel wailed and spasms wracked his body until his cock erupted, spilling hot streams, covering both of their hands.

Ubiran didn't relax the pressure, but lowered his body so that his head rested on Daniel's thigh, his other hand sliding lazily along Daniel's spent, wet cock. Daniel was still taking in huge gulps of air which rippled through his chest. With his free hand he reached down to slide his fingers through Ubiran's short, sweat-soaked hair. He figured his must be even more of a mess. But he didn't care. He'd just had about the most fucking fantastic orgasm of his life. And yet, he reflected with shame, it had been with a ... with an object. But it had still been his lover's hand guiding it ...home.

Finally Daniel wriggled his hips, indicating wordlessly that he wanted Ubiran to raise his body. Ubiran removed his hands from Daniel's body, lifted himself and rolled over to Daniel's side. He watched carefully as Daniel slid out the phallus with a grunt of pain. Ubiran winced in sympathy, knowing that Daniel would not be sitting easily that day. It was one thing to take a man with one's body, all blood-filled chambers and living flesh, but quite another to accept a sternly unyielding wooden substitute. He held out the cloth so that Daniel could wrap it before setting it aside.

"I think we need a bath to get rid of any sore spots. But not yet. Will you have a nap with me?"

Ubiran's response was to gather his lover in his arms, kiss him gently, and settle their bodies down under the covers. He believed that Daniel finally understood how that particular custom worked. He hoped that Daniel would soon come to take advantage of him, of the other custom, some night when he needed sexual release.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Daniel ground the phallus into himself. With practice, he'd learned how to be able to simulate Ubiran's forcefulness in fucking him. No, it wasn't perfect – but it wasn't meant to be. It was only a substitute, a gloriously kinky one for the real thing. As Daniel thought about the real thing, he remembered the first time he had used Ubiran's body for his own pleasure. Once again, he'd had to rid his mind of technical similarities to earth customs. No, he wasn't raping the man. This was still penetration with prior consent. Even plainly stated expectations.

So, a few hours after Ubiran had fallen asleep and was deep in the dream stage, Daniel had come to bed. He'd slid the covers off just for a moment, so he could climb into bed. They couldn't sleep uncovered at night, it was just too cool. So they compromised by piling on the layers of blankets while their bodies remained nude.

Daniel grinned. He liked being able to sleep skin to skin. He'd already put the jar of oil out and was able to pour it into his other hand. Ubiran was sleeping with his back to his lover, so Daniel was able to smooth the oil down the other man's crease before sliding one finger into the puckered but relaxed entrance. Ubiran whimpered, though not from any pain. Daniel was patient with his lover, knowing that he had to take his time, not to interrupt his sleep. Besides, this was a challenge to him, to see if he could really penetrate Ubiran without waking him. His cock bobbed in eager excitement, glad of the objective as well. No, no original thinking there, Daniel thought with a quirky smile.

He added more oil, more fingers, more stretching, until he felt he could accomplish the entry. Spooning Ubiran from behind, he slowly guided himself in, resting briefly before gliding in all the way. He had to keep control over himself, knowing that he had to remain gentle all the way. Of course, they'd done it gently from time to time – but both had been awake, able to sense the mutual desire for slow, deliberate moves. Increasing their level of deep intimacy, showing both vulnerability ... and love.

Daniel continued to swing his hips in shallow nudges, trying to get as much stimulation as he could without waking his lover. He was proud of himself ... and that pride transferred over to his very willing accomplice. The pride made him swell more and, just as quietly as he'd begun, there was just a delicate shudder that ran through his body and sent streams of warmth out to flow into Ubiran. Daniel stayed in as long as he could before slipping out. He put the jar away before he slid into welcome sleep. And remembered to put the cloth with the phallus under his pillow against the head of the bed. He smiled, imagining Ubiran's surprise when he woke. He hoped the older man would be happy that he had made careful, considerate use of him.

As Daniel continued to remember, his excitement grew. He was grunting from the exertion of fucking himself. He was hot. He was horny. He didn't care if anyone could hear him from the outside. He grabbed his cock, slick and sweet, jerking up and down on the slippery skin. He imagined Ubiran's fingers on it, squeezing it even mercilessly, and came, mouth frozen in a silent O.

When he had regained his composure, long moments after, he slid the precious object out from his body and gave it its due consideration by wrapping it in the cloth. He would clean it in the prescribed manner before returning it to Ubiran's shelf. And Ubiran would know that he had taken his pleasure from it.

Daniel had just enough energy to roll over onto his stomach, wishing that Ubiran were there, lying on top of his body, allowing his bulk to protect him, make him feel whole, safe, loved. But he knew he would have his lover back for three days as they celebrated their first anniversary of being joined.

With a smile on his lips, Daniel slept. And dreamed.

EPILOGUE:

Jack O'Neill grunted, frustration and exasperation gnawing at his insides. Sam, Teal'c and he were making their way (a bit too quickly, if anybody asked Sam, though nobody did) back to the Gate. Sam tugged on Jack's jacket sleeve, making him stop suddenly. “Are you feeling alright, Sir?”

The response was immediate. “Yeah sure, youbetcha!” Though the words were familiar, the sense of truth, of honesty, of conviction was missing from them. Jack was on auto-pilot and it wasn't a convincing act at all.

Even Teal'c had halted, turning to scan Jack analytically. “Are you certain, ONeill? You appear to be annoyed. Are you not pleased for Daniel and his partner?”

“Oh, for cryin' out loud! Can't I ... can't I....” But he couldn't even finish ripping out his thoughts through his mouth ... not without some judicious choice of words. “Can't we just get to the Gate and get the hell off this world? These customs are just bugging my ass!”

//Damn. Bad choice of words.// Saying 'ass' just made him think of Daniel's ass. As sure as if he'd been able to see the two men together, he saw them – in his mind – that Ubi-guy kneeling behind Daniel, lodged deeply in Daniel's ass, the two men's bodies slapping together, then swinging apart, as Ubiran //Yes, dammit, I know the guy's full name// clutched a handful of Daniel's long dark hair. //As long as it had been when he'd first become my geek.//

But, sadly, Daniel was no longer Jack's geek, would never be Jack's anything, not by the looks of things. They'd partied for three whole days. Well, the village and guests had partied, allowing the happy couple to slip away from time to time; and, each time they returned, they were glowing like a damn, fucking ZPM. Fully charged!

If that weren't enough, the announcement Daniel and Ubiran had made on the last day had stunned Jack. It had stabbed him through the heart, making him relive the anguish he'd felt when Charlie had accidentally killed himself. Because Daniel had had the nerve to announce that he and some chick named Neeralim-5198 were going to have a baby. It was already known that it would be a boy – and the boy's name would be ... Daniel-Two. If that weren't enough, Daniel and Ubiran were going against custom, because Daniel-Two would have two daddies. The mother had decided to invite both of them to live with her during the pregnancy, even though Daniel would be the sole biological sire.

Just fucking fantastic. Yes, Jack was bitter. Daniel was no longer his. Not that he'd ever been, but there had always existed the possibility that some day he might be.

But he was also getting the chance that Jack would never have again. To have a baby. A son. And, later, a daughter, too. Jack swallowed the bile surging into his throat. Until he was seized with the faintest of faint hopes. Galaxies had been discovered with far less determination.

As the three remaining friends resumed a slower pace to the Gate, Jack wondered how he could execute his plan. He wondered if Dr. Rodney McKay was still pissed off at him. Knowing Rodney, he was usually pissed of at somebody or something. But this plan should appeal to the man's ego. And, Jack acknowledged, his usually brilliant mind. Surely, somewhere, anywhere, in some parallel universe, Daniel had to be his. If Rodney could discover which one, then Jack could ... would be content. He didn't care if it took Rodney years to bridge the universes, it just mattered that he try.

Knowing that some other Daniel could be his – well, his other self's - somewhere would have to be just about as good as having the original Daniel.

It was something he looked forward to sleeping on. Daniel's ass was just too precious to lose to another world ... or oblivion. Jack grinned, startling his companions ... again.

Yup, he was going to enjoy his dreams tonight. //Danny, your ass will always be mine. No matter what. Youbetcha.//

END