The Amadeus Effect | By : NeenaVarscona Category: Stargate: SG-1 > General Views: 6242 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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The two guards saw Colonel O’Neill descending upon them like the wrath of God, but to their credit, they held their ground. Despite the colonel’s anger and the menacing presence of his team, especially the Jaffa, the guards refused to budge. Only when their minister appeared, huffing and panting to catch his breath, did they move, looking to Freyson for instruction. Freyson could only shrug in response—it was out of his hands, as far as he was concerned.
The taller of the two guards took up a defensive stance and barred Jack from reaching the door. “No one’s allowed in there,” he stated flatly.
“You see—that was the wrong answer.” Jack had had enough with the red tape—Daniel was on the other side of that door, and he was suffering; nothing was going to stop Jack from going in there. “Unless you want to be responsible for an interplanetary incident, I suggest you get out of my way.”
Teal’c and Sam backed him up, and together they were enough of a threat to cause the guard to have second thoughts. Once again he looked to Minister Freyson for help.
“Better do as he says, son,” Freyson said.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Jack, Sam and Teal’c were barging past the human barricade and through the door of the Critical Observation room.
A team of white-suited doctors looked up at them in surprise. “Get out!” exclaimed the shortest of the bunch. “This is a clean room!”
“Not any more, it isn’t,” Jack replied and brushed past him to get to the bed in the centre of the room. He couldn’t see Daniel through the forest of masked doctors standing in the way, but the lack of screaming—of any noise, period—coming from Daniel’s direction made him anxious.
“Minister Freyson, please!” the short doctor pleaded. “We haven’t diagnosed this patient yet! Contamination protocols dictate…”
“He’s not contagious,” Carter announced, attempting to calm the irate little man.
It seemed to work. The inquisitive green eyes peered at her from over his face mask and he stepped closer to her. “You know what sickness this is?” he asked, blinking up at her.
“Yes, and I’ll be more than willing to explain everything if you’ll let Colonel O’Neill have a moment alone with Doctor Jackson to administer…treatment.”
Jack mentally hugged Carter for running interference. The tension in the room dropped noticeably, and the doctor-forest thinned enough for Jack to get a good look at Daniel for the first time since entering the room.
He’d expected his friend to be unconscious—that at least would explain the silence—but Daniel was awake. His face was transformed into a rictus of pain, the tendons of his neck straining in his attempt to escape the full-body encasement they had put him in. His head was the only part of him that could move, and it thrashed wildly from side to side. But the worst part was the silent screaming. Jack watched, aghast, as Daniel’s mouth opened again and again to give voice to his agony, only to have no sound escape his lips.
Jack reached out his hand and stroked Daniel’s hair. The thrashing stopped, and a pair of wet blue eyes looked up at him, begging him to take the pain away. A tear streaked down Daniel’s face and Jack brushed it away with the pad of his thumb, his heart breaking to see the utter wretchedness the young man had been reduced to in his absence. Daniel’s lips formed the word ‘Jack’, but nothing came out, and Jack felt his anger rising to the surface again.
Jack rounded on the shortest doctor, who seemed to be in charge, and glared at him. “What the hell did you do to him? Get him out of that thing!” he shouted. The doctor jumped as if he’d been jolted with a pain stick and quickly moved to obey the colonel. As the doctor busied himself with unlocking the clear, full-body restraint casing, Daniel once again mouthed Jack’s name. “Why’s he doing that?” Jack asked. “Why can’t he talk?”
The short doctor hesitated, nerves making his fingers slip from the last buckle on the casing. “His screams were disturbing the other patients and would have done damage to his vocal chords, so we, um…paralysed his larynx.” The doctor flinched and, anticipating an attack from the hot-headed colonel, he quickly added, “but don’t worry—the effects are only temporary.”
Jack glowered at him once before returning his full attention to Daniel. As soon as the casing was removed, Daniel began bucking and twisting on the bed, his body involuntarily reacting to the wracking pain.
“Leave!” Jack ordered, his eyes still focused on Daniel. When no one moved, he glanced back at the group of people standing around watching him and barked, “Leave. Now!”
Jack didn’t wait to see if anyone was following his orders—he had more important things to worry about. Bending over Daniel, he grabbed the younger man’s shoulders to keep him still and locked lips with him. Daniel stilled almost instantly and clutched at Jack, pulling him down onto the bed with him.
With an embarrassed clearing of her throat, Carter tried to draw the attention of Freyson and the straggling doctors away from her two team mates.
Freyson distractedly looked back at her when she cleared her throat a second time. She nodded in the direction of the door, hinting that it was time to leave. Freyson took one long last look at the two men frantically kissing on the bed and then gathered up the stray doctors to lead them out of the Crit. Ob. room.
As he passed Carter on the way out, he leaned in and whispered, “You really must tell me more about your Earth medicines!”
Carter couldn’t suppress a grin as she followed the large minister out into the hall where Teal’c had already taken up position guarding the door.
~~~~~
Daniel had heard the arrival of Jack and Sam, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to believe that they were really there until he saw Jack push his way through the clump of Negloman doctors at his bedside. Jack was barking out orders and bullying the people who were supposed to be their newest allies, and Daniel had never been so grateful.
It seemed to take a lifetime for the medical casing to come away, and then, miracle of miracles, he had Jack in his arms. He clung desperately to him, his mouth seeking out Jack’s, drinking in the scent and taste of him, intoxicated by the proximity. But it wasn’t enough—not nearly!
Daniel started tugging at Jack’s clothes, pulling at fabric in an attempt to reach the skin underneath, all the time refusing to release Jack’s mouth from their kiss. The worst of the pain had retreated, but he was still far from okay. His skin still burned, needing to be touched by Jack.
Frustrated with Jack’s stubborn clothing, Daniel stopped kissing him long enough to concentrate all his efforts on stripping him down. His hands were shaking, from pain as mush as from anticipation, and if Jack hadn’t decided to help him at that moment, he would have gone mad. The long seconds it took for Jack to return the favour and remove Daniel’s clothes were almost too much for him to bear. The second they were both gloriously naked, Daniel grabbed Jack’s arm and yanked him down on top of him.
Their mouths connected automatically, all previous tension between them a distant memory as their hands roamed over familiar territory. Touching was good, kissing was great, but it still wasn’t enough for Daniel. In his need to quell the stubborn remnants of his pain, Daniel boldly reached down between them and wrapped his fingers around Jack’s erection.
Jack gasped at the unexpected move, his back arching into the touch. He was already so hard, so lost in Daniel that he knew he wouldn’t last long. He tried to get Daniel to slow down, tried to warn him that he was close, but Daniel kept on stroking him, his body pressed tight to Jack’s, until Jack couldn’t fight it anymore. He shuddered, a voluminous moan trapped in his throat, and came over Daniel’s pumping hand.
Jack collapsed on top of Daniel, catching his breath. He was very aware that Daniel was still desperate for release, feeling the younger man rocking his hardness up against him, but he needed a moment to regroup. What he was about to do—what he had to do—was going to be damned difficult under the circumstances. For one thing, they didn’t have Fraiser’s thoughtful gift of lubricant handy, and for another, Daniel didn’t know what he was doing, and it was probably going to hurt like a son of a bitch.
It was a damned good thing he loved the guy, Jack thought. And that’s what it all boiled down to in the end—he loved Daniel, as bizarre as that seemed, and he trusted him implicitly. He could do this.
His decision made, Jack carefully rolled off of Daniel. Dark, needy eyes begged him to touch, to do for him what he’d done for Jack. But instead of taking the straining cock in his hand, Jack slowly eased himself down the length of the lithe body beneath him. Keeping his eyes locked on Daniel’s the whole time, he straddled him, trapping the other man’s long legs between his own.
With a lack of hesitation that surprised both of them, Jack swooped down and swiped his tongue along the underside of Daniel’s shaft. The heady scent of Daniel’s arousal spurred him on and he did it again, licking a stripe down the silky, heated flesh. Daniel’s entire body went into spasm beneath him, and Jack suddenly had a pair of hands gripping at his hair, encouraging him. With Daniel’s implied consent, Jack continued, licking and kissing every inch of Daniel’s throbbing cock until it was rock hard and weeping at the tip.
This was it, Jack thought—it was now or never. With a twinge of nervousness, Jack adjusted his position over Daniel. Gripping the base of Daniel’s glistening shaft, he knelt down over him, lining himself up to be breached.
Daniel tried to jerk away, his eyes wide with comprehension and fear of what Jack was about to do. He wanted desperately to fight him off, and he tried to do just that, but his recent bout with the Amadeus bugs had left him weak and Jack had him at a disadvantage. He couldn’t even fight him with words—the Negloman doctors had taken away his best defence when they’d stolen his voice.
“Daniel, hush,” Jack cooed at him, struggling to keep control of the situation. “It’s okay, Danny—you won’t hurt me. We have to do this—it’s the only way.”
Daniel shook his head and twisted his body, hoping Jack would take the hint and get off him.
“I know you don’t want to hurt me—I know you’re worried—but I’m okay with this. Honest. Just relax and I’ll take care of the rest.”
Jack tried again to get into position, but Daniel was being far from cooperative. As he wrestled with the younger man to hold him steady, Jack wondered how he could convince Daniel that it was okay—that he wanted this. It was only when Daniel stopped fighting him that Jack noticed the tears coursing down Daniel’s face. Jack’s stomach plummeted as he realised what he was doing. He was holding Daniel down, forcing himself on him—hell, he was no better than Hathor or that bitch of a foster mother Daniel had as a kid.
Jack felt like he’d been slapped hard across the face and he practically jumped off the bed in his haste to make up for his behaviour.
“Oh, God! Danny, I’m sorry!” he said. Daniel wasn’t looking at him. He’d curled up on himself and turned away from Jack. A touch to the shoulder only made Daniel jerk away. “Shit! Daniel—I’m an idiot, okay? I just thought, after everything we’d already done together, that you were okay with it. I thought you were just worried about me.”
Daniel finally turned to face him, his eyes searching out and finding the genuine remorse Jack was offering. With a tentative nod, Daniel reached out a hand, inviting Jack to come back to the bed.
Jack didn’t have to be asked twice; climbing onto the bed, he gratefully spooned himself up behind Daniel. He buried his nose in Daniel’s hair and simply held him, breathing in his warm scent.
“So…what happened? Why freak out now?” asked Jack, and he realised even before he got ‘the look’ from Daniel that it was a stupid question. “Right—no voice—I knew that. Okay, how about a straight-forward yes/no question? Are you mad at me?”
Daniel twisted in Jack’s arms so he could look at him without straining his neck. It was a fair question, and Daniel studied Jack’s face as he thought about it. He should be mad—Jack had given him a good scare—but what mattered most as far as Daniel was concerned was that Jack realised he’d screwed up and clearly felt awful about it.
With a sudden surge of emotion, Daniel brought his lips up to Jack’s, kissing him slowly and thoroughly. It was intoxicating, and it left them both reeling.
Jack grinned, “I guess that was a ‘no’?”
Daniel blushed—it had only just occurred to him that he could have simply shaken his head, and Jack knew it. Jack must have also noticed that there was far more to that kiss than the simple need for Daniel to douse the pain.
Daniel lifted his eyes to meet Jack’s, worried about how his straight, military friend would react, knowing how he felt about him. To his relief, Jack didn’t look the least bit angry or upset. In fact, he looked rather amused.
“C’mere,” said Jack, his rich brown eyes sparkling and his lips twitching up in a smile.
Daniel’s heart stammered in his chest as Jack pulled him in for another kiss. This time the spark between them electrified the whole experience, charging each flick of tongue against tongue with tangible desire.
“Wow,” Daniel mouthed when they finally let each other go.
“You can say that again,” Jack agreed, getting a blinding smile in return. As Jack’s hand obsessively stroked through Daniel’s soft hair, he felt like he could happily spend the rest of his life like this. But as much as he was enjoying the moment, they had a job to do. And as his father used to so eloquently put it, it was time to either piss or get off the pot.
“Daniel, I know I went too fast earlier, but you do understand that this little bug of yours isn’t finished with us yet, right?” He waited until he got an affirmative nod from Daniel before continuing. “Okay. So the way I see it, we’ve got a choice here; either we can stay here and finish this right now, or we can go home. It’s up to you.”
Daniel didn’t have to think about it. A hospital bed on an alien planet was not where he wanted to consummate their newly discovered mutual attraction for each other. With a pleading look he knew was capable of melting hearts, Daniel breathed out the word ‘home’.
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