Daniel tried to get his video tapes in order, but his mind didn't want to behave. He placed the tape in his hand into its correct slot on the shelf behind his lab desk and proceeded to place another. It was boring, tedious work he took for granted, something done all the time, and now he was using it as an excuse for something to do while his department finished their cataloguing for the Pentagon.
And that was the lie he'd told himself yesterday and the day before. The lie he'd told himself that morning and was still repeating it to himself.
The truth was...Daniel was distracted, and he'd been distracted for several weeks. There was turmoil inside him, a state he would usually deal with head on or ignore flat out. Except this time, he could do neither. The only way around it was to perform the mundane. He'd tried to make himself busy with old translation work, but it hadn't worked. So now, it was 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.
Daniel read the next labelled tape and started to slide it between two cartridges when the fantasy thought 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 the rest of the way into its slot, jarring the small shelf. The tapes rattled, but they stayed put. He focused on the next tape, forcing himself to recall what was on it simply going by the date. 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. He glanced down at his watch and was stunned to realize that it was just after 11 pm. He frowned. Jack hadn't called him. Which meant he was busy. Now that he was in command, he didn't have the luxury of just leaving whenever he wanted. Pissed him off, too. But there were other luxuries that he'd found instead and for now, Daniel knew they'd keep Jack busy. He smiled, remembering how Jack had discovered one of these 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.
Daniel 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. Although it had taken a few weeks for that to happen; cooperating, showing an eagerness to please, to help, to be of some use. It had certainly impressed the Pentagon boys, so they'd informed Jack that he could be trusted on a limited basis. Jack still didn't trust him, but he'd allowed the man some privacy at least, shutting down the camera in his VIP suite. Suite. That meant his room had a bathroom, complete with shower; a desk; a dresser; a large bed; a computer with limited access to files. He could surf the internet. Daniel hadn't helped but wonder what Camulus would think of Earth viewing it that way. He'd never gotten round to asking him about it, though. Not exactly something he was eager to know.
One thing he did know what that Camulus was showing interest in him. Sexual interest. It had started innocently...supposedly. He had been assigned, by the Pentagon, to spend time with the man as his permanent liaison and information recorder. 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."
Daniel had asked them to find someone else, but it seemed Camulus would only relate his sensitive knowledge to him. Not Jack, not the NID. Only him. Daniel had asked why that was and Camulus had told them that it was because of Daniel's ethical reputation. Ethical reputation. That still made Daniel laugh. For some reason, he only trusted Daniel with the information he passed along. What happened to it after that wiped his hands clean. Since the Pentagon and NID were falling all over themselves to cooperate, Daniel had been assigned to him for as long as the man...Goa'uld...was their guest.
Talking to the Goa'uld hadn't been difficult to do. Daniel had pretty good control of his own feelings and any arousal was dismissed without a second thought. And at the beginning, Camulus had hidden his interest. 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, though, he could no longer ignore them completely. Not the subtle flirting, nor the casual interest in what Daniel thought about things. Once Daniel had caught on, and things went on as they always had, Daniel had begun to wonder. '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...Goa'uld. He could still do his work, write his reports, send in all the relevant information. He could still keep his distance. But he hadn't been able to keep his mind off of Camulus for very long. The man was handsome, built extremely well, 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. Not that being attracted to a man was ever a problem. It was just that this man wasn't only a man, 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, which was annoying as fuck. Though it would take a while for Camulus to earn complete trust, Daniel was already finding that he was starting to trust him a little.
Daniel knew Camulus wanted him and having him want him didn't bother him. He was sort of used to it by now.
What he wasn't used to was wanting back.
That was the real reason behind the distraction. The man caused his libido to kick into overdrive, and Daniel suspected that it was because of a jacked up pheromone or chemical. He'd even wondered if Camulus' body gave off some sort of nishta, but Janet had said 'no'. In the end, Daniel had to admit that the only explanation for his feelings was lust. Plain and simple.
For a while, he had resisted it, lying to himself. But lately, he could feel his resolve weakening every time he visited Camulus in his VIP suite where they met for the recording of information for the Pentagon. Daniel never thought that Camulus had picked up on his feelings. Well, until yesterday.
The man hadn't been playing fair.
Daniel had gone to visit him for yet another talk about Goa'uld technology. After he'd shut the door and Camulus appeared, Daniel's brain had reverted to reptilian level. If he'd been expected to carry on intelligent conversation right then and there, it wouldn't have happened. He'd expected Camulus to be seated at his desk next to the bed, where he'd always been when Daniel arrived. But that time, he'd come out of the suite's bathroom.
Nude. And wet. With a small towel, rubbing at his hair.
Daniel had stared. At everything. Eyeing the drops of water against dark tanned skin. Camulus hadn't been at all bothered. His demeanor wasn't teasing, so he hadn't planned it. Hell, even his cock, which Daniel had tried not to gaze at, had remained flaccid. It was obvious that he had no modesty. Daniel had then had to instill some.
After he'd concentrated on calming down his heart and blood pressure.
After he'd stopped staring.
When he had realized what he'd been doing, Daniel had turned away, insisting that their interview would be conducted only after Camulus had dressed. It was at that point that Daniel figured that the man knew what effect his nude body was having on him. He'd taken a rather long time to get dressed. When Daniel had left him that night, Camulus had reached for him, 'shaking' his hand, but holding it longer than was necessary. Daniel had gone to his quarters and jerked off with that hand. He'd had to. He'd been too damn hard to go down easily.
Daniel told himself he'd avoid Camulus for a few days, that the Pentagon could wait; Camulus could wait.
But it was apparent that Camulus couldn't wait. There he was, in Daniel's office. Daniel should have been more alert. Now, he was trapped. He heard the man move near him, then felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise...along with his 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 missed the penetrating sweep of his gaze as Camulus smiled, stepped away from him, and left. Daniel took a deep breath, feeling as if he could breathe again, and found himself shaking with both dread and excitement. He was going to meet him in his room. That was normal. It was, however, nearly 11:30 pm That...well, wasn't. He knew he should have said no. And he kept telling himself that as he gathered his recording materials before stopping off in the locker room. He didn't trust his libido this time, and didn't want to give Camulus any strong hints. He changed into his civilian clothes. The relaxed fit Dockers were far more forgiving on his crotch than the fatigues.
He made a quick phone call, then headed off for Level 16.
.
He knocked, and heard Camulus invite him inside. Daniel walked in and paused, not finding Camulus at his customary desk seat. He heard running water from the bathroom and wondered what he would do if Camulus came out of there nude again?
The 'fight or flight' response kicked in just then, only the fighting part was what to do if he stayed. It didn't last long. Daniel knew he'd stay. He shut the door, then after a brief hesitation, locked it, entering his private code on the keypad. No one could enter.
It was only then that it began to coalesce in his mind. There was only one reason he was there and it wasn't for any damned interview. Daniel stared at the keypad and the flight response returned, with a tiny voice telling him to either leave the door open, or to make an excuse and run like hell. But Daniel stubbornly ignored both. He'd never run from anything in his life. Not even unwise attractions. Jack would know that better than anyone.
Camulus exited the bathroom and Daniel looked over his shoulder first before he turned round. Camulus was fully dressed, except his leather breastplate was missing. This was the second time Daniel had 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...
Stop it, Jackson, he told himself.
His cock twitched, but he forced himself to give a cursory glance before walking across the room and setting his things down on the table. Camulus strode over and Daniel felt a flush of arousal as his nose picked up on the man's scent.
Camulus cleared his throat, getting Daniel to look up from his camera. "Are you okay?" the man asked.
Daniel nodded. "I'm fine. You okay?"
"I am, Daniel."
"Okay, good."
The late interview began as usual, with Camulus picking up where he left off from the last time, with Daniel asking questions, usually for clarification.
It was surreal. Daniel listened, questioned, but his mind wasn't on the interview. It was as if his mind was, but his body was elsewhere. His cock was hard, though not aching yet. At the back of his mind, Daniel wondered why Camulus wasn't making any advances. He was dressed provocatively enough. He hadn't ever seemed to be the teasing type but...after a half an hour, it finally dawned. Perhaps the interview was foreplay.
When Daniel shut off the camera, he found out that it was the mild version of foreplay. Other questions began, by Camulus this time. They were nowhere near the subject of technology or battle strengths.
"I have taken a look at your internet to see how to further speak your language."
Daniel's browline rose. "Yes?"
"The colloquialism, fuck, along with its varied forms, has many uses."
Daniel wondered what the point of that was, then told himself not to ask. He swallowed. "Yes, it does." He was off-balance. Perhaps Camulus wanted him that way? The thing was, if Daniel decided to let go of his reserve, Camulus would find himself off-balance instead. Inside, Daniel smiled, and felt a bit more in control because of it.
Camulus always sat in his chair across the table from Daniel. Though Daniel couldn't see it, he knew that the man sat with his knees spread wide, as if in constant invitation. A lot of men sat that way, though most of the time, it was out of comfort, to keep their trousers or jeans from being too confining or riding uncomfortably. Camulus was neither confined nor uncomfortable. He was always relaxed when they talked.
This time, however, he sat at the end of the table, to Daniel's left, and his legs were exposed. Parted wide, Daniel could see from his peripheral vision that a lot of thigh was exposed, the wrap part of the skirt having fallen between his open legs. He was also leaning his chair back against the wall. He was far too relaxed, far too...smug.
"What was the point?"
"I have been reading, learning the colloquialisms so that I might make conversation easier."
"Conversation with whom?"
"You, Daniel."
Daniel blinked. "Oh, well, we um, talk just fine." 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. His actions slowed when Camulus set his chair down on all four legs, then rose. He stepped closer, moving behind him, and Daniel felt his breathing rate climb. He forced himself to concentrate on placing the tapes in the bag, but realized he'd put them in with the camera, not in the side-pouch where they belonged. Making a sigh of disgust, he unzipped the pouch, then tried fishing the tapes out. Sighing again, he removed the camera to grab them. The moment he did, Camulus hands were on 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.
"Camulus, that's...um, probably not a, um, 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.
Fingers tightened on his shoulders and Camulus pressed in closer, his lips just barely making contact over his skin.
"I found something amazing through your internet. Something my world and yours have in common."
Daniel finally found his breath and he inhaled slowly. "A love of melodrama?" he asked, hoping to be sarcastic.
Camulus smiled against the back of his neck. "Perhaps, but that is not what I meant. Please, turn around."
Slowly, Daniel turned. He knew he was flushed. He could feel it. Camulus stepped away from him, watching his face, and Daniel could see the very clear tenting of his cock against the material. Camulus then boldly lifted one flap of the skirt, then the other. His cock jutted out immediately--something Daniel didn't need to look down to see.
"Look down," Camulus prodded.
Daniel forced his eyes downward. His lips parted slightly. Around the base, and two inches of Camulus' cock, was a wide, leather cockring, 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 lot larger than his earlier-seen flaccid state would ever have indicated.
Daniel also hadn't noticed it before, but it too was stamped permanently on his brain: his balls were without hair. Only the pubic curls above his cock had remained. Daniel suddenly wondered if he had always been like that or if he'd shaved himself earlier. He then winced, telling himself to get rid of such thoughts.
Camulus stepped up and took hold of his arms again, turning Daniel back to face him. Daniel started to say something but Camulus leaned in and gave him a soft, brief kiss. He then leaned back and stared into Daniel's eyes.
Daniel swallowed again, staring at 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 for the next few hours. He looked around -- at the wall, the door, the darkened security camera, anything to distract himself. If he didn't, it would all be over with much too soon. He liked the idea of being coy, of 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's own hands came up, covering them.
"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. Seduced? Specifics?
"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."
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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.
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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 relied, 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