by Joy

D/C, J/D | NC-17 | 38 kb | AU

Summary:  Camulus wants Daniel, but he has no idea what he's in for.
Daniel/Camulus; Daniel/Jack; Slutfic; AU, obviously, set after New Order.

Daniel tried to get his video tapes in order, but his mind didn't want to behave. One after another, he placed the tapes into the slots on the shelf behind his lab desk. It was boring, tedious work he took for granted, something done all the time. He frequently used such tasks as an excuse for something to do while waiting on his department to finish their cataloguing for the Pentagon.

It was a lie, this time, one he'd told himself for the last few days, one he'd told himself that morning and was still repeating it to himself. The truth was, Daniel was distracted. There was turmoil inside him, a state he would usually deal with head on or ignore flat out, but this time, he could do neither. The only way around it was to perform the mundane.

Over the last several weeks, he'd tried to make himself busy with old translation work, and it was now down to sorting his tapes. He'd already reorganized his cabinets, repositioned his books on the shelves, rearranged the furniture including the bookshelves, rearranged the files on his computer, copied things to DVD. Hell, he'd even dusted. None of it was achieving the desired result.

Normally this level of distraction was blamed on Jack. Jack was very good at it. But this time, it wasn't Jack. As Daniel read the next labeled tape and slid it between two others, the fantasy intruded into his mind once more. Nothing detailed. Only the imagined feel of lips on warmed skin.

He sighed, annoyed with himself, and shoved the tape into its slot, jarring the small shelf. He focused on the next tape, then the next. Several minutes passed, then several more. A while later, Daniel found he'd finally succeeded in narrowing his concentration on the task he'd set himself.

Glancing at his watch, he was stunned to find that it was just after 11 pm. Jack hadn't called him, which meant he was busy. Daniel frowned, knowing that Jack's new restrictions were taking their toll. Now that he was in command, he didn't have the luxury of just leaving whenever he wanted. But there were other luxuries that he'd found, as General, he could make happen. Daniel smiled to himself, remembering how Jack had discovered one of those luxuries.

He was brought out of his recollection when he sensed a presence behind him. His nose was alerted first. That distinct scent, caused by some kind of herbal oil. Musky. Daniel closed his eyes.

It was...Him.

He'd had been expecting a visit from Camulus, so he wasn't surprised, but he'd expected him earlier, not now. Though the man was a Goa'uld, he'd been granted limited access to the base, so it wasn't a surprise that he could come into his office unannounced. It had taken a few weeks for that to happen, with the Goa'uld showing cooperation, an eagerness to please, to be of some use.

It had certainly impressed the Pentagon boys, Daniel reflected sourly. They'd been the ones to grant the access to the base, but Jack was in command so he had overseen exactly what was allowed, mostly to ease his own peace of mind. He'd allowed Camulus some privacy, shutting down the camera in his VIP suite. He'd given the Goa'uld a laptop computer so he could surf the internet, learn about Earth. Daniel wondered what Camulus would think of Earth, viewing it in that limited way.

One thing he did know was that Camulus was showing interest in him. Sexual interest, and it had started not long after the Pentagon had ordered Daniel to act as liaison and information recorder to the Goa'uld. The Pentagon had been emphatic about it, too. "We want you to make him feel as completely at home as possible, Doctor Jackson. Earn his trust. Then get whatever you can."

The order had made Daniel laugh with cynicism. He'd tried to get out of it, but Camulus wouldn't talk to anyone else. Not Jack, not the NID. Only him. Camulus had said that it was because of Daniel's ethical reputation. Ethical reputation. That made Daniel laugh, too. What reputation?

But Daniel decided to take the order as an opportunity to learn. At first, it had been easy to talk to the Goa'uld. Daniel's disgust for their kind had been easily tempered, desires controlled. There hadn't been any sexual interest at the beginning; Camulus had hidden it well. But after he'd been granted asylum, and Daniel had begun to spend time with him, the man had let his attraction to Daniel show. Just a little. It had been subtle, concealed in front of others, but shown during their private meetings.

Daniel hadn't been able to miss the signs but he'd ignored them. After a while, however, it became harder to do. Camulus was very good at getting Daniel to drop his guard. The subtle flirting and casual interest in what Daniel thought about things was one step. Once Daniel had caught on, he couldn't help but ask himself, "Why isn't he self-assured to the point of egomania? Why isn't he foisting himself on me? Isn't that the way of the Goa'uld?"

But it wasn't. Not with Camulus. He wasn't a normal Goa'uld. He was arrogant, self-assured, but not egomaniacal or narcissistic. He watched, asked questions, never once displayed an air of superiority, and admitted when he was wrong--which was unheard of in any Goa'uld.

He was nowhere near stupid, either. He learned from his observations, and learned that the way to get Daniel to engage him in simple conversation was to show interest in what Daniel liked. It had worked. Because of that, Daniel hadn't been able to resist responding to questions as long as they steered clear of certain subjects, like Shau're or Shifu. Camulus had never once asked about them, either. Instead, he'd asked about what Daniel liked to read, if he cooked, what other scientific areas he studied, if he had any recreational activities he preferred.

Daniel found Camulus an aggravating distraction and it intensified with each passing day, so much so that he found himself actually liking the man. He could keep his emotional distance, but over time, that had been worn down. He now thought of him in the middle of his work, at home, out in the field. It was aggravating. And Daniel had to admit--it wasn't surprising. The man was handsome, muscular, and he had a magnetic allure, something that drew people to him. As it drew Daniel.

The man brought out feelings in him that Daniel wished would go away. This wasn't just an ordinary man, for cryin' out loud, but a host carrying a symbiote. He was a member of a race of beings that Daniel had learned to hate and despise. How the hell could he be attracted to him? Daniel's ethical side kept telling him not to judge a man by his race but his not-so-ethical side kept ignoring the warning. He wasn't a fool, he told himself. He didn't trust Camulus completely, maybe he never would, but Daniel was already finding that he was starting to trust him a little.

Knowing that Camulus wanted him wasn't a problem. Wanting him back, was. And it was the sole reason for the damned distraction. The man caused his libido to kick into overdrive. At first, Daniel had suspected that it was a chemical reaction, like nishta, but Janet had said he bore no chemicals in his blood like Seth or Hathor. Which meant that Daniel had been forced to admit that the only explanation for his feelings was lust. Plain and simple.

He could feel his resolve weakening every time he visited Camulus for the recording of information for the Pentagon. Daniel knew that he'd kept his feelings well hidden from Camulus. At least, until yesterday. Going--early--to Camulus' suite for another session of information recording and finding things not as he'd expected.

Camulus should have been sitting at the desk seated next to the bed, reading or surfing online. But Daniel had closed the door just in time to greet the man coming out of the bathroom, toweling wet hair. Nude. And still dripping from the shower.

Daniel had wondered how the hell he could maintain anything close to professional with his reptilian brain kicking in. He'd stared. At everything. Eyeing the drops of water against darkly tanned skin, the way they ran over well-defined muscles of arm and thigh, chest and abdomen.

Camulus hadn't been at all bothered, either, though Daniel came to know it hadn't been out of manipulation. He hadn't planned on Daniel arriving early. There was no arousal in him, no anticipation; his cock, which Daniel had tried not to gaze at, had remained flaccid. It was obvious that he had no modesty so Daniel had felt that he'd had to instill some, insisting that Camulus get dressed before they begin their session.

When he had realized that he'd been staring, Daniel knew without a doubt that Camulus knew what effect he was having on him. There was no denying it. And as a result, the man had taken an annoyingly long time getting dressed. When Daniel had left him that night, and finding Jack busy, he'd gone to his office bathroom and jerked off... for a very long time. He'd had to. The amount of pent-up desire inside him had been astounding.

Afterward, Daniel had decided to avoid Camulus for a few days, claim a migraine or something, go home, rewind, fuck Jack into incoherency. Something. Anything. He shouldn't be thinking about Camulus, dammit.

But now, that plan was blown to hell--all because Daniel's subconscious had made him forget the time. Fuckin' reptile brain, he cursed to himself.

Daniel heard the man move near him and felt trapped, the hairs on the back of his neck rising... along with the blood in his traitorous cock.

"You shouldn't be here," he said, dropping another tape into its proper order. He absently looked at the two remaining in his left hand.

"Yet I am."

"I guess so. What do you want?"

Camulus closed in and Daniel refused to turn around and greet him. He couldn't. He felt the heat coming off Camulus in waves and had to tell his cock to stand down. Then the man's lips were close to his ear, breath caressing his skin. Goosebumps went up rapidly. God.

"I remembered some things about the weapon I detailed last time that I think you should know about. Would you come to my room, please?"

Daniel cleared his throat. "Why can't you tell me here?"

"There are guards outside this office." Lowering his voice, he whispered, "I do not trust anyone but you, Daniel."

"I think it can wait until tomorrow."

"Please," he said, his voice changing. Whenever he wanted something badly, he used his human voice, no resonance. He'd been doing that since day one, somehow sensing it would be the way to win a minute part of Daniel's trust.

It had.

"I miss your company. Whether you realize it or not, I do not speak to anyone else here. I do understand the reason."

"I'm sorry about that, Camulus."

"No need. Please come."

Daniel swallowed, then nodded, not wanting to turn and face him yet. "I'll be there in an hour."

"Thank you."

Daniel didn't see the sweeping gaze Camulus gave him as he turned and left, but he could sense it somehow. He took a deep breath, feeling as if he could breathe again, and found himself shaking with both dread and excitement. It was late and he should be heading home, not visiting Camulus at this hour. Daniel should have refused, but the entreaty in Camulus' voice combined with the urging deep within his belly had him saying yes. It was as if his brain was no longer being consulted.

So just what exactly was he planning on doing, he asked himself. Then asked again as he went to the locker room to change into his civilian clothes, deciding to make this last visit a more comfortable one. He stopped asking himself the question the moment he went back to his office to pick up his recording equipment, including a camera. After making a quick phone call, Daniel took another deep breath and headed for the VIP suite on Level 16.

Daniel knocked, and after hearing Camulus invite him inside, entered. Shutting the door, he froze. Camulus wasn't in sight, and there was water running. A swell of anger rose inside him. If Camulus was using this tactic on purpose...

The flight response kicked in as he told himself to leave before he went ahead with this foolish idea. Seconds later, the urge to leave deserted him. Daniel shut the door, locked it, and entered his private code on the keypad. No one but Jack could enter.

Daniel then knew there was only one reason for being in Camulus' quarters and it wasn't for any damned interview. And Daniel had never run from anything in his life, not even unwise attractions. Jack would know that better than anyone.

When Camulus exited the bathroom, Daniel glanced over his shoulder first before he turned round--finding that he was disappointed when the man appeared dressed. Well, partly dressed. Camulus was wearing his Goa'uld skirt and boots, but the leather breastplate was missing. This was the second time Daniel had a good look at his upper body and it was now shown off by the wide leather belt and skirt. He was reminded of how well-muscled Camulus was. Large pecs and broad shoulders that were made for grabbing a hold of, a collarbone for biting, small, tight nipples for...

Cutting off those thoughts, Daniel walked across the room and set his things down on the table, and when Camulus strode over, Daniel felt a surge of arousal as his nose picked up on the man's scent.

"You are angry?" Camulus asked, looking at him with obvious concern.

"No, I'm fine," Daniel said, waving his hand at Camulus. "Where're your SGC clothes?"

"They are being cleaned."

"Oh, right. Shall we begin then?"

Camulus seemed at ease as the interview began as usual, and he picked up where he left off from the last time, with Daniel asking questions, usually for clarification.

It was surreal, Daniel thought, sitting there, listening, asking questions, knowing damn well that neither of them were interested in the information being recorded. His mind was on automatic pilot while his body was thinking of other things. His cock was growing stiffer, though not quite aching yet. All the while, Daniel couldn't help but wonder why Camulus wasn't making any advances. He was in the same state of mind, given the provocative dress.

At the end of the interview, it finally dawned on Daniel that perhaps the interview had been a type of foreplay. The thought was confirmed when he shut off the camera and the personal questions began. Just like before. Only this time, they were nowhere near professional.

"I have taken a look at your internet to see how to further speak your language."

Daniel's browline rose. "Yes?"

"The word, fuck, appears in many forms, having many uses."

Daniel wondered what the point of that was, but he knew the answer. This was Camulus flirting. Openly. Another form of foreplay. "Yes, it does," Daniel answered, feeling off-balance and annoyed by it. If Camulus wanted him that way, he was in for a surprise. Provoked, Daniel's usual reserve would disappear and Camulus would then find that he was the one off-balance. Inside, Daniel smiled, and felt a bit more in control because of it.

The one thing he'd noticed right off--as a warning of sorts--was that Camulus wasn't sitting across from him as usual. Instead, he sat to his left, chair tilted back against the wall. As a result, his skirt had fallen to the side and a lot of thigh was showing. The man always sat with his knees spread wide, as if in constant invitation, so this was a deliberate tease. His body language was relaxed. Smug.

"What's your point about the research?" Daniel asked.

"Only that I have been reading, learning the colloquialisms so that I might make conversation easier."

"With whom?"

"You, Daniel."

Daniel blinked. "Oh, well, we talk just fine, don't we?" He stood up slowly, taking his eyes from Camulus, and began to pack his camera and mic back into the black bag he carried them in. When Camulus set his chair down and got up, Daniel tried to hurry. He had no idea why he wanted to hurry--was he actually planning on leaving? No. He reminded himself that he was there at the late hour for reasons other than interviewing.

When Camulus stepped closer, moving behind him, Daniel's breathing quickened. He didn't want to stop this... game or whatever it was. He didn't want to turn around, to face the man. To engage. He forced himself to concentrate on placing the tapes in the bag, but soon realized that he wasn't paying attention. He'd placed them in the bag with the camera, not in the side-pouch where they belonged, and sighing with disgust, he removed the camera to grab them.

Camulus chose that moment to stop his actions, taking hold of his biceps, his body lightly pressed against him.

Daniel felt the man's erection and froze, his own cock mad for attention.

"Daniel..." Camulus' voice was deep, soft, seductive. There was no mistaking his intention.

"That's probably not a good idea." Daniel wondered how he managed to get the words out between swallows of air. He couldn't breathe. His heart rate was skyrocketing. Camulus pressed in closer, his lips just barely making contact over his skin and Daniel couldn't stop his eyes from half-closing.

"In my research, I found something my world and yours have in common."

Daniel finally found his breath and he inhaled slowly. "A love of melodrama?" he asked sarcastically.

Camulus smiled against the back of his neck. "Perhaps, but that is not what I meant. Please, turn around."

Slowly, Daniel turned, hating that he was obviously flushed. When Camulus stepped back, Daniel could see the very clear tenting of his cock against the skirt. He thought to crack a joke, saying there was nothing surprising about that similarity in cultures, but that was before Camulus boldly lifted one flap of the skirt, then the other.

"Look down," Camulus prompted.

Daniel looked down, and around the base of Camulus rigid cock was a two-inch wide leather cock ring, dark brown with black celtic-like designs etched into it. Daniel inhaled softly and turned away, his mind etched with the image of the man's cock--a wide, round head and thick shaft, the length a lot longer than his flaccid state had ever implied.

Daniel also hadn't noticed it before but Camulus had shaved his balls. Only the pubic hair was the mass of dark curls above his cock. Daniel suddenly wondered if he had always been like that or if he'd shaved himself earlier. He then wondered what the hell the man had used. Had they given him something other than an electric shaver?

Camulus brought his thoughts up short as he stepped up and took hold of his arms again, turning Daniel back around to face him. He started to say something but Camulus leaned in and lightly kissed him before pulling back to stare into Daniel's eyes.

Daniel swallowed again, eyes glued to the man's sensuous mouth. He took a deep breath, trying to control himself even while his lizard brain calmly informed him that there was no way--short of an attack by Baal--that he was leaving this room without some serious sex going on. He looked around, trying to distract himself. If he didn't, it would all be over with much too soon. He liked drawing it out, making it last.

"That was... very..."

Camulus reached up and placed his hands on Daniel's ribs, the thumbs rubbing his nipples through the cloth. The effect was electric. Daniel started to back up in automatic reaction and his thighs hit the table. Camulus smiled and began to unbutton Daniel's shirt. Daniel reached up and covered the man's hands with his own.

"Wait."

"I want you." Camulus had always spoken quite plainly. Never played too many games. Another difference with the other Goa'uld.

"I figured."

"Do you want to be seduced more?"

Daniel coughed. "What?"

"Do you wish to be seduced more? I can give you specifics on what I would like to do to you. Would you like that?"

Daniel swallowed again. God. "Um..."

Camulus suddenly smiled, and the message behind his eyes was dark, dangerous, and promising; everything that Daniel wanted right then. He felt something flutter and Daniel would never admit that it was his stomach.

"I want to do this," Camulus whispered, his lips brushing over Daniel's before he leaned in firmly and kissed him again. His lips parted and his tongue pushed through Daniel's lips, seeking out his tongue. When he found it, Daniel kissed him back. He also tried to pull back, sending back a token fight reaction even as his tongue battled for supremacy. Camulus tightened his arms around him, his symbiote exerting the strength needed to keep Daniel in his arms. They both knew now that it was a game.

"I want to do this, Daniel," he said, biting down his neck as fingers pulled out his shirt and reached underneath to pinch hard at his nipples. Daniel gasped, and the noise prompted Camulus to lift his shirt off and toss on the floor. To hell with buttons. Wordless, Camulus moved his hands all over Daniel's bared skin; studying, mapping, feeling form and muscle, memorizing every response.

When his hands passed over Daniel's ass, Daniel saw behind him that the red light of the security camera had come on. He felt desire surge through him, releasing a massive flush over his skin. He let out a moan that startled him.

Camulus pressed his lips to Daniel's right ear, his tongue flicking over the lobe. Daniel choked down the sound that threatened to shout from his throat. Strong fingers smoothed over his right hip and were now making their way over the rigid outline of his erection, the backs of the fingers rubbing back and forth.

Teasing him, winding him up.

Convincing him.

Yes.

Say yes.

"Say yes," Camulus whispered. His eyes were open, watching, staring, and Daniel stared back as the man rubbed him, caressed him, showing him a small part of what he could do.

"Yes."

Upstairs, the security guards were dismissed at midnight. Nothing was thought of it as General O'Neill periodically went to the room to watch over his command, and preferred to do so late at night, alone. The guards called it his on-duty downtime.

As Jack sat down, he switched one camera to the central, larger screen that he'd had installed not long after taking command. The picture came on. He could switch the view to any camera, bringing up a much larger image. This one showed Daniel and Camulus.

Jack smiled and sipped at his glass of water, his eyes bright with excitement. "Well, well, there's my guy, hard at work." He laughed to himself, then relaxed into the wide leather chair he'd brought specifically for the room, just so he could use it when he made his visits there. Spreading his legs, he opened his fatigue trousers and took out his hardening cock.

"Say yes," Camulus was saying.

"Yes," Daniel replied.

Jack twisted his fist over the head of his cock, his eyes riveted to the screen. "Yes."

Daniel fingered the choker around the man's neck, then slipped between it and the skin, roughly pulling as he kissed him hard and aggressively. Camulus reacted by cupping the side of Daniel's head and returning the forceful kiss with enthusiasm. Daniel made a sound in his throat as their bared chests touched, damp skin sliding over damp skin.

Daniel's free hand moved down, reaching for his trousers, his feet quickly toeing off his shoes. Camulus' fingers were suddenly over his own, assisting, almost fighting for control, as his pants were opened and pushed over his hips. He broke their kiss, nipping and laving at his collarbone, his neck.

"Top drawer," Camulus whispered urgently.

Daniel's mind reeled, wondering what he was talking about. He looked over his shoulder, wondering how they'd moved away from the table to beside the bed, their bodies banging against the dresser in their haste. Daniel stopped analyzing and yanked open the drawer. Inside was a bottle of lube. Questions ran through his mind, but he'd ask them later.

Retrieving it, he handed it to Camulus, who stepped away from him and wasted no time pouring the silky substance over his ruddy, angry-looking cock. Daniel shucked off his pants, his eyes riveted, watching Camulus slowly jerk off in front of him. A major kink of his, and Daniel wondered if it were a guess or just coincidence. Camulus' fingers glistened, the sounds of his pumping slick and erotic. He made a small groan.

"You like this," he said suddenly.

Daniel realized then that it had been coincidence. "Yes."

"Turn around," he asked breathlessly. Daniel reluctantly did so, tearing his eyes away from the long, leisurely strokes. He was fully nude now, while Camulus remained clothed. Daniel didn't want him nude, either. The boots, the kilt, the choker, the armbands...they were hot. Slick fingertips slid down the cleft of his ass, caressing, moving up and down, coating his skin. Then Daniel felt a slow river of cool lube run down in a continuous stream while the man's fingers rubbed it in, moving in circles over his hole. He was wet, open, wanting, but his lust spiked when a finger entered him, fucking him with quick, preparatory motions.

His left hand grabbed for the dresser, his right hand having nothing to latch onto but Camulus' clever hand. He spread his legs, bending down slightly as the finger pushed in further, twisting, prizing a groan from Daniel's throat.

"I want you," came the barest whisper, as if awed.

Without warning, Daniel pulled away, turned round, and shoved Camulus onto the bed, watching with satisfaction as he dropped down hard and bounced on the mattress. With a hungry smile, Camulus started to sit up but Daniel pushed him back down as he climbed over his legs.

"Daniel," Camulus breathed, stroking his cock, watching Daniel apply more lube to his own hole. He wrapped his arms around his hips, spreading his own knees open to force Daniel's legs wide, eyes alight with need.

Daniel growled suddenly, bending over to clutch at the man's black hair, kissing, biting his lips, his chin, pinching the man's nipples very hard. Daniel's actions were frantic, his movements, shaky. He couldn't wait any longer.

"Yes," Camulus said through half-lidded eyes and kissed Daniel hard as he poised his cock upward. Daniel hissed through his nose, through the kiss, then centered his ass over the man's long cock. He rubbed, and when satisfied, pushed down, breaching his body.

He gasped, his eyes unfocused, his body concentrating on feeling everything. He half-heard the long, drawn-out moan from Camulus as he fully impaled himself, his ass now resting against Camulus' balls.

He became aware of the slow pressure of massaging fingers on his hips, encouraging him to relax. But Daniel knew it was more than that. Camulus wanted him to move.

He opened his eyes and looked down into the handsome, flushed face, the lips darkened with lustful arousal. Silently, Daniel grabbed hold of Camulus wrists, loving the feel of the leather wristbands. The fingers over his hips tightened as he braced his legs, using them for leverage, and moved, ascending and descending over the thick cock burning inside him. Up...down. Up...down. He gradually moved faster, breathing heavily through his mouth. When he found his prostate, he dropped his head back, his body jerking from pleasure. Camulus' hands moved to his waist to steady him as Daniel's gasping sounds becoming higher in pitch as he rode the head against his prostate.

Camulus' ever-present soft groans soon matched his own in volume and it seemed as if they would come this way--but Daniel knew the lust of his partner. Camulus proved him right. He smoothly but quickly pushed Daniel off his cock and turned him around on all fours. Grabbing hold of the edge of the bedspread, Daniel bit his lip as Camulus reentered him, plunging deep. He made a noise of agreement, letting the man know he liked it, then Daniel held on as his ass received a good fucking.

He was in heaven, he thought, as he dropped his forehead to the bed, reaching underneath to stroke himself, aiding his approaching orgasm. It would be so much better, though he couldn't think how. A slapping hand startled him, stopping his fingers from curling round his cock. Camulus followed the abrupt motion with another as his legs clamped around his own and forced them shut. Closed, the feeling was tighter, harder, and Daniel bit back a loud groan. The man over him began thrusting in short, sharp jabs, the head of his cock wedged in deep, over his gland.

Daniel loved it and tried to hold off as the hand around his cock soon matched the rhythm, pumping with exquisite dexterity, sending messages to his body that it was time. He couldn't last, the dual-actioned friction too intense. He let go and bit into the bedspread, muffling his grunts of shocked, grateful surprise as he came hard, his semen shooting out in seemingly endless spurts.

Over him, he felt Camulus' muscles tense and shudder, then the hot spill flowing over his prostate. Violent shudders of pleasure coursed through him as Camulus thrust rapidly through his own orgasm, his deep voice growling in halting, noisy sequences.

Time slowed down then as afterglow took over. Slowly...awareness came back, like a light that's turned up by increments.

Daniel felt lips kissing the back of his neck and didn't bother moving when he was turned over and kissed thoroughly. Then the man was moving down his body, taking his sensitive cock into his mouth. Daniel gasped loudly, wincing as he grabbed Camulus by his hair, trying to pull him off. But the man gave him a long moan of desire.

Daniel jerked involuntarily, unable to help the acute pleasure that spiked in strange waves down the back of his legs, over his balls, through his abdomen and nipples. He was afraid to respond, to remove his fingers from the thick black hair, afraid to stop it. The pleasure/pain was so acute, Daniel had never been able to resist it. He knew he'd do anything to keep it going, including beg. He'd done it before. Camulus sent him into overdrive and Daniel suddenly found himself hard again, wanting again.

A strange aggressive mood came over him. He wanted to fuck this man, hard, make him scream--even if screaming was a bad idea. Shoving Camulus off him, he quickly turned the man over before he could do anything. Grabbing the lube, he lifted the skirt and bared his ass, squirting the silky stuff liberally between his cheeks.

Camulus groaned and pushed up, but Daniel shoved him back down. "Have you ever been fucked, Camulus?" he asked as he pushed a finger between the cheeks, teasing the hole. The puckered muscles contracted, wanting more. Camulus made an assenting noise. Daniel wanted to ask if it had been Baal, but didn't. He just knew. "Was it good or bad?"

"Both," Camulus said, lifting his ass.

"So, more than once?"

"Yes." The word stretched into long grunting noise as Daniel sat over the back of Camulus' thighs and inserted his finger deep, searching.

"Ahhhh, you like that."

Camulus groaned in answer, making Daniel smile. His smile changed to a surprised gasp at the wild, violent reaction when he found the prostate and rubbed. Camulus bit into the blanket, his fingers white knuckling while his body bucked and thrashed.

He was a sensitive one.

Daniel caressed the small gland again and again, his balls tingling in excitement at the response he received. The fact that he could do this to this man was such a dark turn-on, and he lay over the broad, muscular back, enjoying the ride of the body beneath him.

Gasping, out of breath, Camulus asked him to stop.

Daniel stopped, slowly withdrawing his finger.

"You okay?" he asked, nipping over his shoulder.

"Yes."

"You always so sensitive?"

A bit of hesitance, then, "Yes."

Daniel bit him harder. "Good."

A groan of delight, then, "Is fucking what you call the act?"

"Fucking, fucked, fuck. Want me to do that to you?"

"Yes."

"Say it then."

"Fuck me."

"Yes," Daniel said, applying more lube. He repositioned his legs, framing Camulus' as the man had done to him, only he opened his legs wide, preparing to use his knees for the effective thrusting his partners always liked. Camulus had been propped on his elbows, but he dropped flat and moaned into the sheet when Daniel rubbed his cock over his waiting hole and pushed the large head inside.

"Fuck me," he said through a mouthful of exposed sheet, the bedspread having already been clawed aside.

"Oh, I will," Daniel purred in his ear. "Right through the bed."

Sometime later, Daniel fulfilled his promise. Camulus' fingers ripped into the bed sheets and he muffled a scream into the mattress as it was stained once more with his come. Daniel loved it and with a deep growl, rapidly slammed into the body before him with an energy that was amazing, but not all that surprising. Camulus moaned in cadence with the slapping force against his ass, his body moving with each thrust. Daniel suddenly let loose a high-pitched grunt, pulled out, and shot his come in thick, white streaks over Camulus' darkly tanned ass and thighs.

Up in the security room, Jack was the other witness. He cleaned off his hands, breathing rapidly. "Fuckin' A, Daniel," he said, his body thrumming with afterglow. That had been the best one yet. Jack knew then that he would keep Camulus around for a long, long time.

He smiled, watching Daniel clean up the backside of Camulus, who was lying face down, diagonally over the bed, exhausted and passed out. "Who's the man," he whispered.

Two hours later, Daniel walked into the security room, saw Jack, then locked the door and folded his arms. "I should kill you."

"You're the one who phoned."

Daniel sighed and pursed his lips. "I knew you'd watch at some point. But even when I went into that room, I wasn't sure I could go through with it."

Jack studied him carefully. "Are you glad you did?"

Daniel approached him, still sitting in the chair, and bent over to give him a brief but firm kiss. "I'll assume by the look of smug written on your face that you're glad."

Jack smiled and swivelled in his chair. "Oh yeah. But the question was, are you?"

Daniel slowly straddled his lap, rubbing his crotch against him. "Yes."

He kept rubbing and Jack moved his hand over and felt the hard cock underneath the trousers. "Again?"

"You slipped that shit in my coffee, Jack. Don't pretend you didn't."

Jack slowly smiled, caught. "Because you love that stuff, and because I love that stuff. You're an animal this way and I like that."

"Seeing me act like an animal?"

"Yes."

Daniel smirked at him. "You certainly like it on your ass, don't you, General?"

"Definitely," Jack replied, caressing him.

Daniel squirmed. "You're a slut."

"So're you."

He smiled and nodded.

"Did you like it with him?" Jack then asked.

A little silence, then, "Yes."

"Surprised?"

"Quite."

"How much did you like it?"

"More than a lot, Jack."

Jack made a happy, groaning sound. "I did. I'm thinking of keeping him around." He teased a nipple through the wrinkled shirt. "Do you want that, too?"

A soft, hitching, then Daniel breathed, "Yes."

"He has a good sized cock and a nice body."

"Yeah, he does."

"Was he better?"

A harsh sigh. "I told you never to ask because it's a stupid waste of time."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. Just know that my dick and ass are yours."

"Just as mine are yours."

After a long, breath-depriving kiss, Daniel pulled his shirt off one more time and tossed it to the floor. "So..."

"So..." Jack said, opening both their trousers. "I'd like to see you fuck his mouth next time."

Daniel gave him a short laugh. "I'll see if I can remember. Show me the tape?"

"Fuck me and I'll think about it."

"Blow me first."

"Give it here then."

Daniel pushed up, kneeling in the wide chair, and clamped his fingers over Jack's skull as his lover took him down his throat.

It was always this way. A bit of give and take, a little bartering. It always ended with Daniel's cock firmly seated in Jack's body, where it would always be, no matter who else Daniel fucked in order to happily feed Jack's voyeuristic fix.

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the end