by Joy

Daniel/Gaius | 55 kb | NC-17 | AU, SG-1/BSG Crossover

Summary:  A surprise meeting makes for some Daniel Jackson/Gaius Baltar smut.

Author Note:  For Gary, on his B-day. :-)

One minute he's hearing that aggravatingly gorgeous Number 6 in his head and the next... he's here. Gaius scrambles for explanation and paranoia sinks in first. He considers a few possibilities, such as this being some new game of hers, another way to make him break. He remembers the easy way she'd appeared on the Galactica, faking damning information on him, so he knows that anything is possible.

Gaius stops thinking about her when his minds grasps that wherever he is, it's completely alien; he doesn't even recognize the star pattern through the front view of the strange ship. It's some new game of hers, he thinks, as his mind automatically returns to her. She's pulled him out of his own fantasy environment and placed him here. It feels remarkably real. The tactual sensation from the air is much more inventive than the warm ocean breeze he usually feels on the deck of his apartment.

He laughs, a little hysterically, eyes wide, burning from lack of sleep. The back of his throat feels sharp and metallic, and it's that sort of thing which has replaced anything like taste. He closes his eyes, certain that it's a dream now, despite the fact that he'd felt a wrenching of his body, then a cold searing into his skin that lasted only a second and... put him where he is now.

Wherever that is.

.

Daniel removes another burnt crystal as he wonders how long it'll be before he's rescued. He's already done the provisions check, finding that he has enough to last for a week or so. Reaching for another crystal, he feels a cold pull in the air, followed by a strange shimmering, and freezes. "What was that?" he mutters, and before he can move to find out, there's a laugh followed by a voice and both startle him more efficiently than the dying of the ship's engine had.

"You can stop playing these stupid games! I am not in the mood!"

The first thing Daniel focuses on is that the voice sounds almost English. He quickly berates himself and resists examining inflection and tone while the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He grabs the zat he keeps close to him out of habit and turns on one knee to look around the corner and across the small room into the forward section, into the bridge.

A man is there, facing the starboard side of the ship. Hands clenched, eyes closed, and definitely frustrated--obviously not where he expects to be. Daniel can relate somewhat, since anyone dropping in should be someone he recognizes; this one definitely isn't.

He stands and takes a cautious step, threat-assessing. The intruder isn't taller than he is; the body is slight but muscular. He could take him if he had to. Daniel watches as his intruder opens his eyes, breathing just a little too fast. His hands are away from his body, fingers splayed wide as if ready to grab or claw, so he's holding no weapon and Daniel can't see one--or determine if he's hiding one.

The man's body language reinforces Daniel's first assessment. He's just as surprised as Daniel is to find himself where he is. Daniel remembers that strange cold and the pulling, so logic dictates that this man had been transported here somehow. But by what? Or better yet, by whom?

Daniel walks carefully to the threshold of the bridge, activating the zat for firing and waits. The noise from the weapon causes the surprise Daniel knew it would and his intruder whirls, eyes widening even more to fix on him. Daniel's seen that look before. The man's scared out of his mind, and looking a little sleep-deprived, too, judging by those circles. He's likely not dealing with a full deck at the moment, either, so Daniel knows that he has to contain the situation before asking questions. Although Daniel tends to do both at the same time.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Daniel says, hastily adding, "Unless you attack me, then the results would be unfortunate." He pauses, waiting for the stranger to say something. When he doesn't, he says as calmly as he can, "My name's Daniel. You are?"

Gaius takes his gaze off the stranger and quickly takes stock of the room. He doesn't recognize anything, but he has the presence of mind to answer the question. "Gaius. Where the frak am I?"

"Better question is, how the hell'd you get here?"

"I have no idea," Gaius answers with a slightly hysterical laugh. "I was talking to... to someone, and then I felt this bone-chilling cold and a strange pulling. Then I was here, wherever the hell this is." He shakes his head, not daring to close his eyes again because if he does, he may not open them again.

Daniel takes a few steps in, raising his free hand while lowering the gun in his hand just a little. "Listen, I don't want to hurt you, but..."

"You don't know me, therefore you can't trust me," Gaius nods with understanding, though the nod is shaky. "Perfectly reasonable given the circumstances."

The man doesn't seem to be paying attention and Daniel needs him to, and quickly. "Listen, I really hate repeating myself. However, we need to get some perspective here. I have no intention of harming you but..."

"But you'll harm me if I do," Gaius says, not looking at him. "I don't believe for a second that any of this is real. For all I know you could be another model of them. You could be Number 8."

Daniel frowns and quickly considers that this guy might just be to be some escaped mental patient. Regardless, he still doesn't know where the hell he came from. "Where's your ship?"

"I don't... I was on one, sitting at my desk, when all of a sudden, I felt this strange pulling--"

"Accompanied by a bone-chilling cold?" Daniel's suddenly reassessing his private assertion that this man isn't in his right mind. Scared, yes, but crazy? Well, time would tell.

Gaius stares at him. "How'd you..." He pauses, taking a better look at the man in front of him. He's wearing glasses, rounder than the ones in his shirt pocket. One commonality, he thinks, trying not to laugh but it escapes anyway. The man is taller than he is, and handsome in that pretty way. Sort of like himself, if he believes all the crap they say about him. Daniel tilts his head with curiosity as Gaius looks him over.

"What's funny?"

He pulls his glasses cautiously from his pocket, then places them back. "Just thought it ironic," he says, laughing nervously.

Daniel frowns. "You're focusing on my glasses?"

Gaius shrugs. "Why not?"

Daniel snorts sarcastically. "Right, that makes sense."

"The one thing one should do when finding themselves in a strange environment is look for something familiar." Gaius gestures. "You're wearing glasses."

Strangely, that makes more sense than anything else, Daniel thinks. "Okay, I'll give you that."

"I use mine for detailed work. I take it you use yours more often?"

Daniel narrows his eyes, having forgotten about the glasses till Gaius brings it up again. "More or less."

"These though," Gaius goes on, "aren't my detail glasses. They're more for affectation, really." When Daniel smirks at him, Gaius realizes he's being examined. He's also annoyed at himself because he's never told anyone about his pink glasses. Tinting is to make him look good, nothing else. But why would he tell him that? On the other hand, since he's likely dreaming, he may as well say whatever he wants. "Please forgive me. I know I don't make sense. I'm afraid I'm a little punchy, given that I haven't had much sleep and there's this bitch in my head that won't leave me alone."

The thought that he's whacked returns to Daniel's mind. "Normally, I'd call that 'drama queen' behavior." When Gaius frowns in confusion, Daniel waves the comment away. "Let's make a deal. You promise not to attack me, I promise not to kill you."

"You keep repeating that."

"I have enemies."

Gaius snorts, this time with obvious cynicism. "Doesn't everyone?"

"True. But mine tend to go a bit too far just to prove that."

"I don't know you, I don't know where I am, and frankly, I'm in a better place than I was so right now, you're not my enemy."

"So you think I'm real then?"

"Didn't say that."

Daniel thinks he'll dissect that comment later. "Well, you're real to me. So much so you could be a Goa'uld for all I know."

"A what?"

Daniel grins and waves the zat slightly. "A Goa'uld. One of my enemies."

"What is that, a Goa'uld?"

"Parasitical lifeform that burrows into your spine and takes over your brain. Your personality is pushed back and they take over."

Gaius grimaces in horror. "You're kidding, right?"

Daniel jogs his eyebrows. "Wish I was. Granted, you're not exactly acting like one. They're arrogant, vain, self-absorbed--"

Gaius starts laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"I'm afraid you've just described me."

Daniel twists his mouth in wry smirk. "Right. Well, I wasn't finished. They're also psycho-sociopaths with a penchant toward pain and suffering and delusions of godhood."

"Godhood?"

Daniel nods. "They like to make their enslaved worlds--"

"Worlds?"

"Worlds--believe that they're some god from one of their myths."

"But that's insane."

"Precisely. So unless you're currently impersonating a god...?"

Gaius laughs, shaking his head, thinking that now would be an appropriate time for 6 to show up. "No, although I'm quite sure my previous lovers would say that I'd acted as arrogantly as one."

Daniel can't stop the smile. Despite the circumstances, his gut instinct is taking a liking to this man. "So, again, you're not acting like one. But..." and he pauses -- because pragmatism is a curse -- "You could, instead, be some whacked out alien intent on stealing my ship."

"I could be, but I'd have to know about it first. Right now, you're as alien to me as I am to you."

"Except you look human."

"As do you."

"Setting that interesting coincidence aside for the moment, remember the part about the ship being damaged?"

"And? Do I look like I know anything about fixing ships?" Gaius asks.

"Do I?"

Despite himself, that makes Gaius laugh. "So, in other words, you have to wait for rescue because you can't fix your own ship?"

"Well, technically, it's shared property." Gaius groans, as if in understanding, and Daniel dismisses the subject. "What it all comes down to is that neither of us is going anywhere anytime soon."

"Could I ask what's wrong with it?" Gaius asks.

Daniel calculates the odds of Gaius lying about his knowledge. "Crystals are shot. Well one of them," he says, gauging Gaius' reaction. The man's face is full of curiosity, sort of like that look Sam gets. He's either a very good actor or he really has no idea about the technology.

"Crystals," Gaius ponders. "Fascinating. Maybe later you can show me one?"

"Maybe," Daniel snorts again. "If you're still here."

Gaius is suddenly reminded of Lee, and wonders, for a second, if he feels like him, too. Daniel's taller, more muscular... probably fucks really well and could do amazing things with that mouth and...

Gaius closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. This irrational, inappropriate ability to think with his dick is what got him into trouble in the first frakking place and he needs to stop doing that. Sometime soon. He's waiting for Number 6 to laugh at him, taunt him. She doesn't.

It's that moment when it dawns on Gaius that perhaps she hasn't just been quiet. Maybe, wherever he is, she can't reach him. He looks around wildly, then searches his fantasy place.

"Gaius?"

"Wait."

"What?" Daniel asks.

"I can't hear her."

"Who?"

"Oh my god." Gaius shakes his head and laughs. "Just someone with a gift for amazing mind control." He laughs again and tries to contact her once more, but there's nothing. "She can't get to me," he murmurs. "Wherever I am, she can't..." The relief is so overwhelming, he gives in to the exhaustion he feels and falls to his knees.

"Gaius?" Daniel says as he moves to his knees to take him in his arms, supporting him. "What's the matter? Are you sick?"

"I don't think so." Gaius laughs again, relief mixed with a little hysteria. "Physically, anyway. Mentally, I hope not, but it would not surprise me." He pauses, staring into Daniel's face. With sudden quickness, he grabs Daniel's face in both hands and kisses him. "If this is a dream," he whispers against his mouth, "do me a favor when I wake up."

"What's that?" Daniel asks, wide-eyed and frozen in place.

"I'd really like it if you frakked me hard enough to leave bruises." Gaius takes a breath, starts to say something else, but passes out before he can.

.

Daniel's never heard the word before, but he's fairly certain that frakked means fucked. It sends a shiver of heat through him as he gently drops Gaius onto his bedroll, arranging his pillow under the man's head. Without thought, he checks the pulse point on his neck and finds it strong. He has no idea what else to do.

Having watched Janet in the past, he could check the man's pupils but has no idea what would be the point. He does it anyway, and finds the hazel eyes a little distracting as the pupils react to light.

Nice, he thinks, then scolds himself for being aroused. Daniel takes the time look the sleeping man over. His clothes appear similar to his own. The man even wears a belt. Nice clothes, too. He remembers the precise way Gaius talked and figures the man has some education. Doctor, perhaps. Scientist maybe. He had that look of curiosity about the crystals.

Staring at his face, Daniel suddenly wishes that his hoped for rescue doesn't arrive too soon. He knows he shouldn't, but. But. If Gaius meant fucked, as in fucked, then time spent with this stranger, who is very much a stranger, would be welcome. He's tried to fight liking him, but there's something about him that draws Daniel. And the fact that this is a guy, a very good looking guy, makes Daniel more inclined to share something with him. However long it may be. Daniel's experiences with women have been... well, rather inhibited. It's made him cautious, and that's a good thing, but it's made him lonely, too. Not such a good thing.

He needlessly rearranges the pillow and positions the blanket over the man's body. As tired as Gaius looks, Daniel figures he'll be out for hours. He leaves him and returns to his to-do list, examining what is wrong with the ship and where. Periodically he comes back to check on his guest, and the last visit finds Gaius rolled onto his side, knees drawn up, with the blanket clutched to his chest like a self-protector. Daniel squats down next to him and brushes the hair out of his eyes. Such a handsome face, he thinks, and there's a brief image in his mind as he wonders what he'd look like having sex.

.

Daniel's writing in his journal, propping it against his drawn up knees, when he hears, "Hello?" whispered next to him. He looks down at the sleep-tousled man in his makeshift bed and wants to immediately crawl in next to him and see what lies under that black clothing. He can just see the tantalizing hint of hair through the open collar and wonders what the skin tastes like underneath.

He swallows, wishing his mind would stop going there, and it's almost all he's thought about since Gaius kissed him before dropping from exhaustion. However, right now, he's also waiting for the man to remember what he did and said, then to apologize that he didn't mean it. Sometimes they say that.

"I'm here," he says gently, wanting to touch his shoulder. Gaius opens his eyes and looks up, frowning, and Daniel can see him remembering what's happened, almost as if he were reading his mind. "It's real, Gaius. You fainted, from exhaustion, I'd say. How long had it been since you'd had a decent amount of sleep?"

"Awhile," Gaius says sleepily, rubbing at his eyes before staring up at him.

Daniel notices for the second time how strangely beautiful his eyes are. Almost grey at the right angle, with a hint of amber. Eyes he could lose himself in during sex. He tries and fails to squash that thought so he has to look away.

"I get like that sometimes," he says companionably, putting down his book and picking up the glass of water. "C'mon, sit up. You're probably dehydrated."

Gaius pushes up on his forearms, takes the glass from Daniel, and after a tentative sip, starts to gulp.

Daniel pulls the glass from his mouth. "Hey, hey, not so fast. Your stomach will rebel."

Gaius shakes his head. "I'm not that dehydrated, Daniel."

"Err on the side of caution, alright?" Daniel rebuts. "Slow sips."

Gaius rolls his eyes and sips. "Yours?" he asks, gesturing at the bedroll.

"Yeah. All the comforts."

Gaius grins at him. "Plush."

Daniel grimaces a little. "Better than the hard floor. There's a drop-down bunk in the wall, but that's worse than the floor."

Gaius nods, fully understanding. When they'd given him his quarters on the Galactica, he'd had to sleep on the floor for a while, till he'd managed to scrounge up a mattress from maintenance. He finds it a little strange that the floor doesn't bother him at the moment, but he knows why. It's the company.

He wants to ask questions but wonders if there's really a point. Although, at the moment, looking at Daniel, he's wondering way too many things, never mind the questions. "Daniel..." he starts, pausing. Daniel just gives him a questioning look and somehow that makes it a little easier. He sips more of his water, then asks, "I'm not sure how much time I have, why I am here."

Daniel gives a little frown. "Sounds a bit philosophical, but I get the feeling that's not your point."

"No, it's not. It's just... I have no idea how I got here. Instead of trying to figure out how I got here, all I want... I'm sorry, I'm just going to be forward here."

Daniel nods slowly. "I prefer the direct approach."

Gaius smiles crookedly as he peers up at Daniel over the rim of the glass. "Good." He takes another drink and sets the glass down behind him... well out of the way.

"Earlier... I kissed you," Gaius says.

Daniel feels a shiver over his body and swallows. "I think I remember something like that." Gaius gives him a mischievous, or perhaps devious, smile, and Daniel finds he likes it. A lot.

"Since I wasn't completely in possession of all my faculties, I don't remember if you kissed me back. Did you?"

Daniel studies him a moment and decides that what the hell--whatever this is between him, he'd have to be pretty stupid to miss it, and even more to ignore it. "You caught me by surprise so... no, I didn't have time to kiss you back. Not much fun anyway if the one you're kissing is unconscious."

Gaius' mischievous grin alters slightly to thoughtful. "Unless you're asleep the morning after."

"Different thing altogether," Daniel grins.

"I'm not the sort of man who'd stay long... after." Gaius swallows after that and suddenly considers that he has gone mad, admitting to such a thing to this stranger.

Daniel isn't that surprised and he doesn't bother to ask why. "I am, but at the moment, I don't really care. Somehow, it's not exactly relevant." A wide but brief smile from Gaius makes him do the same.

"Did it bother you?"

"What?" Daniel asks.

"I'm sorry. The kiss?"

"Ah. Surprised me, but no, I was in no way bothered."

"Would you be surprised if I did it again?"

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

"Would you kiss me back?" Gaius knows he's gone mad now. What an inane question.

Daniel breathes out, feeling his hands itch. "I would."

Gaius feels this need to be even more honest and shakes his head. "I'm going mad, I think."

Daniel laughs softly. "Why's that? Because you want to kiss me? Or do more than kiss me?"

Gaius shakes his head, his devious expression back. "That would be the sane thing to do."

Daniel gets it. "Ah, so you're, instead, wondering about us, the situation?"

Gaius nods, feeling awkward... and god, he hates that feeling. "You don't know me, I don't know you. I could be a threat. You could be a threat. You're wearing what looks to be a military uniform."

"I work with them but I'm not military."

Gaius grins knowingly. "I didn't think you were. Academic perhaps?"

Daniel nods.

"So am I."

Daniel grins back, gesturing at Gaius' shoulder length hair. "I figured."

"Two things in common now."

"Three," Daniel corrects, his own mischievous smile showing.

Gaius feels a shiver up his spine. He likes that look on Daniel. "Three?"

"We're stuck on ship."

Gaius smiles. "Yes. And we're alone."

"Yes," Daniel says, returning the smile.

Gaius suddenly shakes his head, laughing. "This is bizarre. Instead of trying to get away from you, I want to get closer. A lot closer." The tension is killing him but he wouldn't trade this teasing foreplay for anything. He touches Daniel's lips with his fingertips and laughs. "Frak, I'm nervous."

"About that..." Daniel starts.

"Do not tell me you're not nervous," Gaius states, looking up with an obvious expression of disbelief and embarrassment.

Daniel gives him a strange smile. "I won't. But what I meant was, does frak mean fuck?"

"Fuck?"

"As in having sex, being fucked, often used with vulgar application in colloquial speech."

"You sound like me."

"Answer the question."

"Yes," Gaius says as his hand moves around to cup the back of Daniel's neck. He tugs a little.

Daniel gently grabs his wrist, but he doesn't pull it away. He's breathing too damn excitedly to want that. He likes the touch. "Then that clarifies your asking me to frak you so hard I'll leave bruises." There's a tingling over his skin that has nothing whatsoever to do with any phenomenon--other than his own sudden need to do exactly what Gaius wants.

Gaius swallows then. "I did say that, didn't I." It's not a question.

"Changing your mind?"

"No."

"But you're nervous?"

Gaius laughs again and the nervousness is quite obvious. "I know I've gone mad just for admitting that to you." He pulls Daniel closer. "I want you."

"I'm not sure this is a good idea," Daniel tells him as he lets himself be pulled down toward that mouth, that body.

"Bad ideas can be good ideas."

Daniel smiles, starts to say something, but Gaius whispers, "Tell me you want me."

"I want you."

"Then stop frakking around and come get what you want," and pulls Daniel closer as he rests his free hand at Daniel's waist, squeezing a little at the heat and solid muscle he finds. He wants to yank him down on top of him and pin the man to him, and already prepares for it as his legs spread apart. He looks up as Daniel braces one hand on the wall over his head. "Kiss me and see if I kiss you back."

"Will you?" Daniel asks, swallowing, feeling his body respond quickly to the desire rising inside. Never in his life, apart from Jack, has he wanted a man so much.

"Try me," Gaius breathes.

Daniel kisses him before the words have left Gaius' mouth. His tongue dives in, searching out his own, and Gaius feels his bones melting while his dick remains the only thing left hard. He moans and squeezes Daniel's waist, wanting more.

Daniel gives it to him, kissing him harder, pulling back, kissing him again, changing angles. Gaius tastes too damn good and all he wants is to fuck him, legs splayed and voice screaming. Gaius bites him, surprising him, but there's a brief smile of approval and Gaius returns it, eyes flickering from his own to his lips and back again.

"Do it," Gaius tells him, as if reading his mind.

"The slow approach is good for now," Daniel tells him as he leans down slowly and parts his lips, brushing them over Gaius', sneaking his tongue out for a light taste. The man sucks in a soft breath and Daniel watches as his pupils enlarge. Slowly, he pulls back and sits up, kneeling next to him. Gaius looks confused yet ready for more and that makes Daniel smile for a reason he'll examine later.

"Something wrong?" Gaius asks, pushing up on his elbows again.

"I'm just... I think we should get a few things out of the way first."

Gaius frowns, and it's almost a scowl. "Like what? What could we possibly have to talk about?"

Daniel shakes his head. "I never said anything about talking." Standing, he moves to his field pack and opens a pocket. He tosses the tube at Gaius, who catches it, glances at it--eyes widening--and he drops it to quickly undress. Daniel grins as he unlaces his boots, eyes rarely leaving Gaius. "I was referring to getting other things out of the way."

Gaius feels a burning heat run through him and he can't move fast enough. "Yes." His shirt's off in seconds as he toes off his shoes. His trousers are next, and the entire time, his eyes never leave Daniel as they take in the sight of that muscular, lightly tanned body.

Nude, Daniel walks over, staring down at Gaius' wiry, muscular frame, the dark hair that seems to flow in a design centered toward his cock. Nicely shaped, he thinks, and there's a sense memory that lets him imagine what it would feel like inside him. His eyes travel past the shaved balls--nice touch--to the very lightly-haired ass... what he can see of it anyway. He decides that fucking the man--as he'd actually requested earlier--would be on the agenda first. Well, after he tastes the man for a while.

Then Daniel wonders just how long he'll have with this man and that thought makes him straddle Gaius' thighs. Hands reach up, but instead of touching his chest, as he'd expected, Gaius firmly wraps his right hand around Daniel's cock and just feels him.

"Shit," Daniel hisses, closing his eyes briefly.

Gaius lovingly strokes the long, thick cock before his eyes. "God, this is nice," he says, then gasps when Daniel takes a hold of his erection.

"Agreed," he echoes, stroking slowly, thumb pad moving up and over and around, circling and pressing in.

Gaius bites his lip and tosses his head back, groaning and just going with it.

A thought occurs to Daniel and he grins as he strokes a few more times, his other hand teasing the man's chest as he glides his fingers through the silky hair. Gaius writhes in response, his hand motionless on Daniel's cock. "You're a bit of a hedonist, aren't you?" Daniel asks.

"Hedonist?" Gaius asks, opening his eyes.

"Someone motivated to search out sensual pleasures."

"Ah, a sensualist. Yes, that's me."

"Well, if your aim is to receive, not give," Daniel tells him as his hand leaves Gaius' cock, "then I might have a problem with that."

Gaius sends him a challenging look as both hands move to Daniel's hips, pulling him forward--and Daniel's cock closer. "Then do something about it."

Daniel moves up, the blush in his cheeks refusing to go away as his desire is cranked up. He straddles Gaius' shoulders and locks his eyes to his as the man takes a long, sensual swipe with his tongue up the shaft of Daniel's cock. He moans at the taste, licks his lips, then leans forward and takes the head into his mouth.

Musky, salty, and everything he expected. Gaius sucks and licks, but only the head. He has no intention of getting Daniel off, not this way.

Daniel agrees, not knowing Gaius' mind, but he can guess pretty well. He backs off and slides his body over Gaius', liking the feel of skin on skin, of the sweat building up between them. "You feel damn good," he says, rubbing himself on him, sliding their cocks together.

Gaius sucks in a breath and clamps his hands over Daniel's ass--as much as he can with the man squirming around. "Now look who's the sensualist."

Daniel laughs and licks at a nipple before taking it into his mouth sucking, pulling back, holding it between his teeth. Gaius arches beneath him, fingers digging into his ass in response. "Like that?"

"Yes, don't stop," Gaius tells him, body still arched and his eyes closed. He wants this so badly he thinks he'll scream and beg for it. He has no problem with that.

Daniel continues, moving back and forth over both nipples, making them red and angry-looking by the time he's done. "Nice," he whispers, and Gaius shakes a little as Daniel licks and bites his way down his body.

Gaius firmly kneads his ass, his thighs, his shoulders. Daniel feels so damn good, smells so good, and the feeling makes him want more. Part of his brain snaps to that dark place, where he wants more than what he'd told Daniel. Not just bruises. He doesn't want to stop and talk about it, and wonders how to get Daniel to give him what he wants. Hell, there's no good way, thinks. He wants so badly and it's almost too much.

He hopes he's read Daniel right; perhaps he'll accommodate. He didn't freak about the 'leaving bruises' thing. There's the feeling that he's out of time--so what the frak is he worried about? Just go with it. He pushes up on one elbow, staring down at Daniel with a fierce look in his hazel eyes.

Daniel glares back, liking this sudden intensity in his partner's eyes, but as he snakes his tongue over a hipbone, loving the feel of heat under it, he isn't prepared for the sudden violence. Gaius makes a strange groan and grabs him by arms and pins him to the wall.

"I like the soft touch, but I want more. Is this all you've got?" He knows it's rude, insane, and prays Daniel won't get as far from him as possible.

Daniel stares at him, taking a moment to adjust to what Gaius has inexplicably done. A second later, he feels the anger rise at an alarming rate. He goes dead still and his voice lowers. "You need to let go."

Gaius relaxes his hands but doesn't let go and swallows guiltily. "I... don't have time to talk about it. I don't want it like this."

Daniel stares at him, shocked, and doesn't think. He'll feel guilty later, he tells himself. This whole situation is beyond weird, so what the hell. Before Gaius can say anything else, Daniel kneels up quickly and grabs the man by the back of the head and shoves him backward, turning him swiftly onto his stomach like a police suspect. His hard-won skills are paying off, he thinks distractedly, as he twists the man's right arm behind him and pushes his weight into him.

Gaius cries out. "Stop, alright!"

"This what you wanted, Gaius?" Daniel asks.

Gaius is the one pinned now, and he pushes his free arm out in front of him, his hand uselessly sliding over the bedroll. "Shit, frak," he cries out, but he's... laughing. "Yes, it's what I wanted, but..."

"Gaius, I'm in no mood for games. Spit it out."

"I wanted..." Gaius begins, thinking of something that'll make sense, though how he could possibly get out of this one and back to where they were, he doesn't know. He doesn't want to explain. And figures, hell, that'll probably work. "I don't want to explain. I just want it rough."

Daniel lets out a gust of astonishment as he releases his hold a little bit. "You could have just said instead of shoving me into the wall."

"You like the direct approach," Gaius says, unable to keep from laughing.

"You know what I mean."

"I'm not exactly a sane man, Daniel."

"Neither am I, at the moment."

"I'm not sorry," Gaius admits, loving the hard weight above him.

"I didn't ask for an apology. I just don't take kindly to getting shoved, Gaius. It's not a turn on."

"Isn't it?" Gaius asks, laughing again, this time less abrasively. He's also concentrating on the fact that Daniel is straddling his ass--and the nice fact that he can feel his erection. His erection. Anyone else would have lost theirs by now, but Daniel hasn't. And neither has Gaius. In fact, the tactile knowledge makes him even harder.

"No."

"Then why are you still hard?" he asks, adding as he twists his hips, "God, you feel good."

Daniel groans, hating that Gaius is right and he shoves his weight into him, liking that Gaius is panting, spreading his legs--albeit with a little difficultly because Daniel knows he's heavy.

"Do it," Gaius tells him, closing his eyes, flinching at the pain as Daniel keeps his arm in an elbow lock.

Daniel relaxes his grip again, thinking now that Gaius is more than a little off his nut. And perhaps, so is he for still being aroused by this entire scene. In that moment, looking down at the man so wanton beneath him, Daniel gives in and lets go. If it's what the man wants, it's what the man gets.

He lets go of Gaius' arm, gruffly rubbing the circulation back in before he grabs the lube. "This what you want?" he asks as he repositions himself between Gaius' legs, one lubed forefinger teasing his hole before pushing the tip inside.

"Yes," Gaius gusts in surprise and relief. Daniel's actions mean he's forgiven. And isn't he always? Well, almost always. "Yes, it's what I want."

Daniel has a feeling that there's more to it than rough sex, but it doesn't matter. He wants back those feelings of five minutes ago and apparently, his cock agrees. When Gaius tries to lift up on his elbows, Daniel plants his left hand squarely in his back and shoves him back down. "Is it?" he asks and pushes his finger inside, moving slowly, liking the sounds Gaius makes. "Is it?" he asks again.

"Yes," Gaius chokes out, amazed that he's so frakking close to coming, just from this. God. "Don't wait. Fr--fuck me."

"Not quite yet," Daniel tells him, pulling his finger free from Gaius' body before lubing again and returning with two. Gaius gasps and spreads his legs, his ass rising to receive him. It's all Daniel can do to keep from shoving his cock in him right then and there, just fuck him till his twists.

"Do it," Gaius grounds out between clenched teeth, hands flat on the floor in front of him. He's begging now. He knows he is. "Fucking do it, Daniel. Now."

Daniel's already slicking his cock, and with both hands on Gaius' shoulders, he spreads his knees, slides down a little, angling, aiming, then with one agonizingly slow motion, pushes in.

Gaius' mouth drops open and he lets out a loud groan of surprise as Daniel fills him completely.

"Okay?" Daniel asks, knowing he doesn't need to.

"Yes, just shut the frak up and ... fuck me." He laughs a little at the sound of the word.

"What?" Daniel asks as he closes his eyes and pulls back, body shaking at the tight heat clutching him.

"Fuck me sounds funny. I suppose Frak me would sound funny to you?"

Daniel starts to say yes, till he takes a slow thrust, beginning. "Not anymore," he manages, and takes his time establishing a moderate rhythm, the force of his thrusts harder than usual. It's something he's always liked but never had a partner who'd allow it. Ironic that he does now.

He snaps his hips harder at that moment and Gaius cries out in sheer pleasure, the evidence on his face. When he pulls back this time, Daniel interrupts the rhythm and pulls Gaius onto his hands and knees. Reclaiming his hold on his shoulders, he whispers, "You really want me to leave bruises?"

"Yes," Gaius says, shaking his head that Daniel still doesn't seem to get it, but the searing heat of his cock and the vibration of his own balls are amazing when Daniel slams into him, fucking him hard and fast. "Ohgodyes," he somehow gets out as the breath is taken from him and all strength seems to be ripped from his body. The pleasure is incredible.

He closes his eyes, drops his head down between his shoulders, and just takes it. His cock swings wildly and god, he loves that. He's getting close when Daniel's right hand leaves his shoulder and the direction of his thrusts changes. Gaius hears Daniel's breathing change with them; it's loud and coarse and Gaius tries to focus on it but Daniel takes him elsewhere when his cock is taken in hand and brutally stroked.

Gaius cries out at the combination of pleasures and pain and knows that this is something that no one else will ever be able to give him. He's almost ready to come when Daniel pulls out of him. It's abrupt, and leaves him feeling empty and angry. "What the--"

"On your back," Daniel tells him, but doesn't wait for Gaius to reply as he guides him onto his back. He's glad that Gaius doesn't ask; he just complies, accepting more lube as Daniel spreads more of it over his reddened opening as well as his own cock. Daniel's painfully hard now, but finds he likes it. His nerves are supersensitive and it seems to match everything else that's been going on.

Gaius raises his knees without question, bites his lip when Daniel takes his hands and pins them over his head. Positioning, he presses, misses, then positions again and hits correctly. Gaius moans with him as he slides in deep, and unable to wait, reestablishes his hard pace after a few preparation strokes.

Daniel stares down, watching the reason for turning the man over. He needs to see his face when Gaius comes. He needs to look into those eyes as he empties his balls into him. This is a face he knows with a sad certainty that he'll never see again and Daniel wants it burned into memory.

He slams into him, loving how damn good it feels, and angles for his partner's prostate. Gaius shouts when he finds it, toys with it, and makes him buck up against him for more.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, staring down into those amazingly reflective, beautiful eyes.

"Yes," Gaius grimaces, tossing his head back.

"Look at me," Daniel suddenly orders.

Peering into the intensity of Daniel's eyes, Gaius feels as if he's losing himself. "I'm looking," he says softly.

"I would have gotten rough eventually," Daniel tells him, breath ragged.

"I wanted this now."

"Why?"

"I think we're running out of time," Gaius barely says. "Can't... explain."

"I know," Daniel tells him, and rams harder, making Gaius cry out and grab his legs behind his knees, laying himself open.

"Goddamn it," Gaius says, eyelids fluttering.

Daniel laughs a little and not knowing why, he says, "Such a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

Gaius bites at his lip, smiling around it as his breath hitches with each thrust. "You have no idea."

"I think I do," Daniel tells him, feeling his balls draw up. "Ohshitfuck, no... I'm..."

"Yes, do it!" Gaius growls, and shouts profanity when Daniel takes hold of his cock in one hand as he braces the wall over his head with the other. Gaius' eyes widen when Daniel doesn't thrust, but instead, fucks him with a deep, grinding penetration, rolling his hips with a quick rhythm designed for only one thing. And it feels great.

Rolling his own hips and returning the hard and fast grind, Gaius comes with blinding force, grabbing Daniel by the hair. He tries to keep his eyes locked with Daniel's, but arches back, spilling over their chests, hitting his own hair, Daniel's chin. It's go good, and simply the hardest he's ever come. He can't stop shouting because Daniel's shouting right along with him, and he suddenly laughs; he's never this loud.

When he finally meets Daniel's eyes, Gaius is amazed at the beauty of his face as he comes. He's struck by it, staring into that face, knowing he'll remember that look for as long as he lives.

Stretching cramped muscles, Daniel nuzzles him. He doesn't miss the look of panic on this mysterious man. "Relax, Gaius."

Gaius laughs a little, nervous and embarrassed. He's used to getting up and showering, waiting for the afterglow to wear off. Those minutes are always fuzzy, and he's normally never minded them. Except now, he wants to remember everything. He runs his hand over the curve of Daniel's ass as he rolls to the side, groaning because he likes the weight of him, the feel of him, the smell of him. He groans again, but this time, it's different, and he laughs because god, he needs to piss.

"I need to piss."

"Through there," Daniel points.

Withdrawing from that wonderful body is difficult but he manages, then finds the alien bathroom and tries to relieve himself even as his entire body shakes. Another embarrassment and he's glad the shaking's gone by the time he makes it back. Standing over Daniel, looking down at that fine body, the eyes half-open and dreamy, he smirks.

"It'll be a while before we can do this again," Gaius tells him, though he doesn't know why. It's a stupid thing to say.

"Hungry?" Daniel asks, rolling onto his back, hands behind his head.

Gaius looks him over admiringly, unable to take his eyes away, and he strokes his cock gently, feeling the low urge in his belly. "Is this a trick question?"

"Thought it'd be a while?" Daniel grins as he reaches up and strokes the inside of a thigh.

Gaius kneels, straddling Daniel's thighs, watching and enjoying how Daniel watches him in return. "Warm-ups are always a lot of fun."

"Seems we're more alike in other ways," Daniel tells him, biting at his lip as he takes his cock in hand, stroking with just a little more determination than laziness. "You think you'll be up for another go?"

Gaius can feel the warmth spread as his want begins to rise once more. "I think you mean you this time. Want it the same way?"

With an almost feral grin, Daniel answers, "Yes," then yanks Gaius down on top of him, attacking his mouth, searching for his tongue. He rolls them over, fingers carding through that long, soft hair, then snickers and pulls from the kiss when he feels a glob of come.

"What could possibly be funny?" Gaius asks, opening his eyes. Daniel shows him and purposely looks at Gaius as he tastes his fingers. He grimaces comically and Gaius throws him a mock-scowl. "It does not taste bad."

"No, I just prefer it warm," Daniel tells him before quickly taking his mouth again, letting Gaius taste himself, deepening the kiss when Gaius moans and grabs his ass, grinding and jerking up against him.

Daniel pulls away again, licking over the light stubble of Gaius' skin, and finds Gaius grinning at him like there's a joke he missed. "What?"

"You're all red."

"Probably because you need a shave."

"Want me to break from this?"

Daniel gives him a sly look. "Do you want to stop and shave?"

"Not really. But I'd like to clean up a little because I have some things I'd like to do to you."

"You could have done that before," Daniel tells him, referring to Gaius getting up to relieve himself.

"I wasn't exactly all there," Gaius leers. "But I am now, and if you'd like your cock in my mouth..."

"'Nough said," Daniel answers, grinning as he pushes off, moving to his field pack. He returns with a packet of moist cloths, already cleaning his cock and tossing the dirty towelettes to the floor. Instead of handing Gaius the cloths, Daniel kneels between his legs and does it himself. "Let me."

"Be my guest," Gaius tells him with a smug grin, enjoying himself, but Daniel's grin becomes smug when he puts the cloths away and his touch becomes erotic, getting Gaius hard again.

"Shame there's no shower or bath," Daniel tells him, gently rolling his balls in his palm.

"Shame," Gaius replies with a little bit of sarcasm that's wiped away when Daniel's hand moves to his cock, then lowers to take it into his mouth. The pleasure is acute and too soon but he doesn't ask Daniel to stop. He can't. Daniel's getting him hard again and he laughs once more. Daniel moans the unspoken question so Gaius answers, "Haven't bounced back like this in a very long time."

Daniel moans with agreement as Gaius thickens in his mouth. He pulls back, sucking a little harder, loving the taste like a starving man. He can feel his own cock getting hard again, too, while he enjoys how Gaius writhes under his touch. He reaches up, caressing the body above him, loving the touch of the hair under his hands, and how Gaius responds to him. When he feels the man's hands pushing him away, he pulls off and climbs up his body.

"Too much?" he asks, grinning, but there's no answer--not one that's spoken anyway--when Gaius rolls them over and kisses him deeply and for a long time. Needily, Daniel spreads his legs, waiting to be touched and sucked and fucked by this man. He wonders how Gaius wants it, but knows he won't have to wait long to find out, especially with Gaius' cock leaking against his stomach. "No answer?" he goads when breaks from the kiss.

"Never enough," Gaius pants, hands searching for the lube. He wants to taste him, everywhere, and there's still that feeling of time running out. Moving down Daniel's body, he bites and sucks at a nipple, growling when Daniel arches into him. He drops the lube and runs his hands all over him, massaging, winding up, kneading the insides of his thighs by the time his mouth reaches Daniel's cock.

He's hard and ready but Gaius wants to make the pre-come flow, to have Daniel begging and wired underneath. He swallows and pulls back, sucking hard, tongue moving in crazy circles around the slit, making Daniel squirm. He searches for the lube again, and thinks somehow that Daniel won't mind as he pushes two fingers inside, stimulating the sphincter muscles first, intent on getting Daniel to moan louder than he already is.

When he finds the hard little gland, he's more ruthless with it than Daniel was and enjoys the hell out of making him buck; the sounds Daniel makes only make him do it more and he takes his cockhead back into his mouth, tongue probing the slit and sensitive head with hard, vigorous circles. Daniel's come tastes good and he moans; moans louder when Daniel clutches around his invasive, twisting fingers.

"God, yes," Daniel begs, loving what he's doing, but he wants more, wants to feel how hard he knows this man will fuck him. "Fuck me," he finally manages after he can catch his breath, but Gaius ignores him, moaning instead. Daniel knows that sound. He's made it himself, enjoying what he's making his partner do, and now it's Gaius' turn. God. "Please," he says, but still, Gaius continues, torturing him in that wonderful way that Daniel knows will make him howl if he comes this way. He's damp from sweat, pulling at him, and suddenly Gaius leaves his cock and moves up his body.

Gaius bites over the line of hair between his navel and pubes, tonguing the skin, teasing his navel and making Daniel jerk and twitch. He needs to taste him everywhere, anywhere, and one place in particular. Moving up, with his fingers still inside Daniel, Gaius runs his tongue along the curve of the left pec, going toward his armpit. He inhales and groans with hunger at the spicy scent. He licks, loves the flavor he finds, and licks again.

Daniel squirms and pushes at him, but Gaius goes for more, making him laugh a little because he's ticklish there. "Stop," Daniel manages to say, and Gaius moves over to bite his nipple, his eyes now fixed on his own. "You're so fucking sexy when you do that," Daniel tells him.

"Am I?" Gaius says around the nub, flicking his tongue over it just as his fingers thrust twice and pull free, leaving Daniel empty, missing him.

"You're driving me insane."

"That's exactly what I'm trying to do."

Gaius travels to his right nipple, inhaling the scent from that side, repeating what he's done before. "You taste and smell so good." He rises up and Daniel runs his fingers through chest hair before thumbing his hard nipples, making him groan. Bracing one hand next to Daniel's head, he grabs the lube with the other.

Daniel bites at his lip while Gaius flips the top of the lube open, but rather than watch him prep himself one-handed, Daniel takes over. Placing his free hand by his opposite shoulder, Gaius watches Daniel cover him with lube and thrusts his hips, liking the feel against Daniel's fingers.

"Feels good?" Daniel asks as Gaius closes his eyes and indulges himself for a moment before stilling his hips. "I'll take that as a yes."

They stare at each other, focusing on each other's gaze, and Daniel tosses the lube away and raises his hands over his head. "How do you want it?" he asks, spreading his legs and thrusting up.

"I'd love to turn you over and fuck you so damn hard, but I want to see your face, watch every expression."

Daniel suddenly grabs Gaius by his hair, framing his head, and raises his knees, curling his body upward. "Do it."

Reaching down, Gaius positions himself and spreads his knees, keeping Daniel's legs pushed up. Staring intently at Daniel's face, he pushes in, immersing himself in the pleasure of watching Daniel groan and grunt. He doesn't stop until he's buried to his balls, then pulls back just to see Daniel's reaction. He ends up surprised at his own feelings when the stimulation over his cock sends shudders through him.

"Frak," he whispers. Daniel's so damned hot and tight. He didn't feel it going in so much but pulling out, he curses. Gaius takes a moment, then focuses as he thrusts in hard, loving how Daniel's eyes roll back into his head. He's entranced, beguiled, and he does it again and again, not needing Daniel to look at him, not yet. What he wants right now is to watch him writhe under him. He wants to see the pain, the pleasure; wants to hear the mumbled, pleading words and curses. He gets that and more the moment he establishes a good, hard rhythm.

Gaius doesn't expect the pleasure to overwhelm his body and mind, making him say things he'd never think to say but does. "Frak, I want to keep you, tie you to my bed, never let you go, take you every night, every morning, marry you, fuck you, have you; so goddamn good, Daniel, so goddamn good." He says it in varying ways, repeatedly, and he's astonished at himself that he means it, wants it more than ever.

It's beginning, he feels, when his dick's sore and his balls draw up; he doesn't want it to end but he wants to come, and when Daniel yells at him, there's nothing in the world that can stop him.

"God, yes!" Daniel shouts, fingers digging into his ass, hurting the bruises already there. "Want it, want you, fucking make me come!" The look Gaius gives him, however, is just more than enough, and as Gaius pounds into him, Daniel comes, making short, loud grunts and howls, bucking violently under his lover's thrusts.

Gaius can't stop, even if he wanted to. It's too good and he wants more. He slams into Daniel fast, eyes wild, and lets out a hoarse cry as he empties into him. It feels like he's unable to stop, pistoning forever, pulling every last bit from his balls, his cock. He slumps on top of Daniel, pushing the man's legs down so they won't cramp too much later, and lets himself drift through the afterglow this time.

Daniel combs his fingers through the man's hair, his other hand caressing over the strong back, slick with cooling sweat. He's sore as hell, knows it'll be painful to move, but he hasn't felt this content or happy in a very long time. He's knows the afterglow is partly responsible, but goddamn, he feels good. Gaius' eyes have closed and his breathing has slowed; he's falling asleep. Daniel smiles and rolls them on their sides, his head resting on an arm as he, too, closes his eyes.

.

Gaius opens his eyes, feeling a little cold. He looks behind him, groaning at the complaint from his muscles, and grabs the blanket. As he positions the blanket over them, his gaze is drawn to Daniel's face--to the open eyes, watching him.

There are no words or sly remarks. Daniel simply leans forward and kisses him for a long time. Gaius buries himself in it, enjoying this, wistful that it probably won't last forever.

When Daniel gets up, his turn to relieve himself, Gaius lies there, content, watching the sway of his ass as he walks to the privy. He thinks about what else they can do when there's a sudden cold flash in the air.

"No!" he says, bolting upright. "No!" But he'd known this would happen. He'd felt it. He didn't belong here and whatever accident propelled him here is now correcting the problem. "Daniel!" he yells, automatically reaching toward him as Daniel runs from the bathroom and heads toward him.

But it's too late; a second later, everything's gone.

.

He's on his bunk, half-asleep, jerking off for the fifth time as his mind goes to his fantasy place. Only it's not his apartment, where she'd made him go before. This time, it's Daniel's ship, and they're doing everything they hadn't gotten round to doing. She's there and doesn't like it; especially doesn't like it when Gaius pushes her away in favor of Daniel--who feels real, smells real. Gaius is quite certain that he's finally, irretrievably, gone insane.

But this time, it's his own choosing, not hers. She'll never have this.

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