![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chase_acow
Translations
Stargate SG-1 // Cameron/Daniel
R
~2,000 words
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kink_bingo - Writing on the Body
for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thady who asked for in on my bingo card post here.
“Cameron, come in here!”
Cam sighed, clipped his P-90 back to his vest and turned away from the garden he was watching back into the stuffy interior of the monastery. Like everything else on the planet, the garden was growing wild, but it had obviously been well cared for before being abandoned. According to the scans, they were they only four people for as far as sensors could reach. When he stretched his ears, he could hear the indistinct sounds of Teal’c and Vala scouting the perimeter.
Well, most likely, Teal’c was scouting, and Vala was probably still talking about Robert Downey Jr. He’d only listened with half an ear the past week, and he still couldn’t tell if she wanted to be Iron Man or if she just wanted to sleep with Iron Man.
“Cameron!” Daniel shouted again, his voice echoing down the hallway.
He’d left Daniel deep in the temple, studying the wall inscriptions on what was probably the inner sanctum. Teal’c and Daniel had agreed that the writing looked like a dialect of Ancient, but coded so that it read like gibberish. Daniel was in geek heaven, and Cam had left him to it in favor of some fresh air.
“Jackson, have you confused me with Vala’s Pomeranian again?” Cam drawled as he turned the final corner. Even after two years together, his gut still tightened on instinct every time he saw Daniel. “I could have sworn it said Colonel on my uniform.”
“Ha, ha,” Daniel said without looking over, keeping his attention fixed firmly on the three by three square foot of wall in front of him. “You know, that didn’t work for Jack; I doubt it’ll work for you.”
Daniel had stripped off, leaving him with only a thin green t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. It was just hot enough inside away from the cool breeze, that the material was slightly damp under his arms and in a long stripe down his back. Cam took his time to enjoy the view as he circled around to Daniel’s other side. “Point taken, Dr. Jackson,” he said teasing as he cocked his hip and leaned up against the wall. “Now what can I do for you?”
“I brought the wrong notebook,” Daniel answered, gesturing for Cam to step closer, but grabbed and jerked him forward before he had a chance to move anyway. His eyes were still quickly scanning the writing. “I don’t have enough room to write all my notes.”
“That sounds like a personal problem to me,” Cameron said, relaxing his body so that Daniel could pull and push him wherever Daniel wanted. He only became a little alarmed when Daniel started unbuckling and unzipping his vest. “Hey what do you think you’re doing?”
Barely pausing in his efficient stripping, Daniel stuck the tip of his tongue out the corner of his mouth and said, “I just have a few more notes to make while I’m here with the source. I have it all on video but this is just as important.”
Cam let his gear fall to the floor, but loosened the strap on his zat for easy reach just in case. Just because the planet had been deserted when they arrived was no assurance that it would stay that way, especially by SG-1’s track record. Daniel held his wrist in a comfortable grip and he was fishing around in his cargo pockets with his other hand. His glasses were slipping down his nose.
“Okay,” Cam said, confused but willing to indulge Daniel’s strangeness, “but where do I come in?”
“Just. Hold. Still,” Daniel said slowly, grunting a little as he contorted his body to reach into the lowest side pocket on his thigh. With a flourish, he pulled out a black permanent marker and used his teeth to uncap it.
Before Cam understood what was going on, Daniel had his arm firmly sandwiched between Daniel’s torso and armpit, and was running the felt tip of the marker over the tender bottom of his forearm. The sensation was somewhere between a shiver and white-hot pinpricks as if his arm had fallen asleep, but it shot straight to his dick like a load of bricks. Automatically, his legs went rigid and he tried to pull away, but Daniel had him with vice-like strength.
“Stop acting like a baby,” Daniel said, looking quickly back and forth between the shorthand he was writing across Cam’s skin and the elaborate etchings on the wall. His fingers were warm as they stretched across Cam’s arm, and his breath made the short hairs rise. “It’ll just take me a minute.”
“Jesus,” Cam muttered, and shuffled his feet so that he could crane his neck to look over Daniel’s shoulder and see what he was writing. Daniel had created his own written language that looked similar to the hieroglyphs, curling pictures that stood in for whole phases and ideas that he had stored in his head. The symbols stood out in brutal black against the tanned honey of his skin. He shivered again as Daniel traced a delicate looking curve right over the pulse point on his wrist.
Daniel twisted his head so that he could look at Cam over his shoulder. His eyebrows twisted together and Cam could feel his face turning red under the scrutiny. “You’ve never been ticklish before,” Daniel said considering for a moment before he deliberately took a step back and to the side, bringing his ass into contact with Cam’s crotch.
“Jesus Christ,” Cam said, automatically jerking his hips forward into the hard and soft of Daniel’s back. He lifted his free hand to clutch at Daniel’s ribs, digging his fingers in until he heard a small grunt.
After just a moment of friction, Daniel pulled away, letting go of Cam’s arm completely. He stepped back and raked Cam from top to bottom, tipping his head to the side as he tapped the capped end of his pen to the side of his mouth. His gaze narrowed when he looked down at Cam’s decorated arm and by the time his eyes traveled back up to Cam’s face, they were full of heat.
“I think,” Daniel said, drawing the words out as if considering every letter, “that I’m going to need more room. Take off your shirt.”
It took a couple of tries before he could swallow past the haze of lust stuck in his throat, but Cam reached down and slowly grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. He pulled up slowly, dragging the material up over his skin while he stretched and flexed his muscles, giving Daniel a show. He let the shirt fall to the ground and pivoted to put his back up against the wall. “You know,” he said softly, watching as Daniel stepped closer, “the base nurse is going to have a field day with this.”
“Guess you’ll have to get creative then,” Daniel said, stepping forward and pressing their bodies together until Cam could feel the grooves of the wall inscriptions digging into his back. Daniel kissed with force, sliding his tongue along Cam’s teeth to flick against the top of Cam’s mouth. He pulled back, and when he spoke his voice was smoky, “Don’t move, or you’ll make me smudge.”
Cam sighed; anticipation flowed through his veins as Daniel gently pressed the tip of his marker to the edge of Cam’s shoulder. Slowly, achingly slowly, Daniel made his way around the dips and curves of the muscles, leaving the symbols in his wake as he moved across Cam’s collarbone to the other side. Daniel blew cool puffs of breath across Cam’s heated flesh, and scratched his blunt nails across the lower unmarked skin.
Daniel worked swiftly and efficiently, tracing his language with steady motions. He bent over; stooping until it was just as easy to drop to his knees between Cam’s spread legs.
“You’re trying to kill me,” Cam said, rolling his hips forward as Daniel tucked one hand into the waistband of his pants so he could tug them down enough to expose Cam’s hipbones. His was going to have a bump on the back of his head from hitting it against the wall. “I don’t think you’re actually writing anything, anymore.”
“I’ll translate it for you at home tonight,” Daniel promised, flicking the pen up and down as he managed to write in a straight line across Cam’s hips. With a few more marks, Daniel apparently got to the end of whatever he was writing because he capped the marker and sat back on his heels looking up at handiwork.
Cam opened his mouth to say something, but Daniel locked their eyes and shook his head. He had to concentrate not to try to dig his fingers into the wall behind him; Daniel would rip his head off if he managed to damage it.
Gently, Daniel lifted his hand to run his fingers over the mark that he’d left behind, tracing the swirls and dots with his calluses. His chest was rising and falling just as fast as Cam’s was, his breath, hotter now, was blowing directly on Cam’s groin, making his dick strive grow even harder or longer than it already was. One side of Daniel’s mouth tipped up, and tortuously slowly, he lowered his open mouth to the fly of Cam’s BDUs.
He didn’t bother to hold back his groan or his hands this time, and Daniel’s silky hair was a sharp relief from the bite of the wall. Cam forced his eyes open and looked down, the lines across his chest melted together and blurred straight into Daniel on his knees worshiping Cam’s cock.
Daniel lifted his fingers to the top button on Cam’s pants.
“I just don’t think you’re getting the point, Muscles.”
Both Daniel and Cam jerked away from each other. Daniel scrambled to his feet and tried to find his abandoned notebook while Cam dove for his shirt and yanked it over his head. Frantically, he pushed his arms through his vest and had just stood up when Teal’c and Vala turned the corner.
“Vala Mal Doran,” Teal’c said in the tone that said he was rolling his eyes, “if Colonel Carter created the suit for you, then it would be possible for others to create a similar suit of metal and wreak havoc across the earth.”
Vala flipped her hair behind her shoulder and put her hands on her hips, stopping in place. “Yes, and then I’d destroy them and save the word,” she said, actually rolling her eyes and huffing her annoyance. Then she perked up and bounced back into step with Teal’c, “I’d be a hero, and people would rain down praises and gold cards on me.”
“But, if the suit is never made, then there will be no,” Teal’c paused and then continued, his voice even dryer than usual, “‘bad guys’ for you to fight. Thus you are already a hero for not having created them to destroy them.”
“A hero without a gold card,” Vala sulked, finally bothering to look over and Cam and bring him into the conversation, “Where’s the fun in that?”
Cam started to reply, but Teal’c cut him off.
“The fun is in lowering property damages,” Teal’c answered, the eye closest to Cam twitching. “Colonel Mitchell, we did not find anything of interest on the perimeter. We’re ready to go whenever Daniel Jackson finishes.”
“I’m done now,” Daniel said, snapping his notebook shut and kneeling down to shove it in his backpack. “Let’s go.”
Teal’c moved a little too fast to be anything but relieved as he took the place by Daniel’s side as they made their way out of the temple. Holding in his sigh, Cam jerked his head at Vala to follow him out as he followed behind. He could almost feel Vala’s eyes boring a hole between his shoulder blades, and finally he turned to walk backwards down the hallway so he could see her. “What?” he asked, irritated and still horny.
“Nothing,” Vala sighed sadly, but her eyes danced with mischief. “I just hate missing the good parts.”
“What?” Cam asked again, narrowing his eyes as his heart rate jumped again.
“Nothing,” Vala repeated, a smirk breaking through her lackluster acting skills before she got herself under control and looked up at him innocently. “Cameron, did you know your shirt’s on inside out?”
She cackled and took off running before he could decide whether to grab her or knock his head up against the wall first. Briefly, Cam missed the Ori. They’d never had time for embarrassing, abortive mission sex when they were fighting for their lives.
“Cameron!” Daniel yelled from in front of him, disembodied voice rattling down the corridor. “Hurry up I have some translating work I need your help with!”
Quickly, Cam pulled off his vest again and stripped his t-shirt over his head. He paused for a second and lowered his fingers to a particularly detailed glyph just under his belly button. His cock stirred again in renewed interest as he quickly redressed and jogged to catch up to the rest of his team.
+ unrelated icons made forsg1_lims. Go watch and vote, because people are making some awesome icons.
Stargate SG-1 // Cameron/Daniel
R
~2,000 words
kink_bingo - Writing on the Bodyfor
thady who asked for in on my bingo card post here.“Cameron, come in here!”
Cam sighed, clipped his P-90 back to his vest and turned away from the garden he was watching back into the stuffy interior of the monastery. Like everything else on the planet, the garden was growing wild, but it had obviously been well cared for before being abandoned. According to the scans, they were they only four people for as far as sensors could reach. When he stretched his ears, he could hear the indistinct sounds of Teal’c and Vala scouting the perimeter.
Well, most likely, Teal’c was scouting, and Vala was probably still talking about Robert Downey Jr. He’d only listened with half an ear the past week, and he still couldn’t tell if she wanted to be Iron Man or if she just wanted to sleep with Iron Man.
“Cameron!” Daniel shouted again, his voice echoing down the hallway.
He’d left Daniel deep in the temple, studying the wall inscriptions on what was probably the inner sanctum. Teal’c and Daniel had agreed that the writing looked like a dialect of Ancient, but coded so that it read like gibberish. Daniel was in geek heaven, and Cam had left him to it in favor of some fresh air.
“Jackson, have you confused me with Vala’s Pomeranian again?” Cam drawled as he turned the final corner. Even after two years together, his gut still tightened on instinct every time he saw Daniel. “I could have sworn it said Colonel on my uniform.”
“Ha, ha,” Daniel said without looking over, keeping his attention fixed firmly on the three by three square foot of wall in front of him. “You know, that didn’t work for Jack; I doubt it’ll work for you.”
Daniel had stripped off, leaving him with only a thin green t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. It was just hot enough inside away from the cool breeze, that the material was slightly damp under his arms and in a long stripe down his back. Cam took his time to enjoy the view as he circled around to Daniel’s other side. “Point taken, Dr. Jackson,” he said teasing as he cocked his hip and leaned up against the wall. “Now what can I do for you?”
“I brought the wrong notebook,” Daniel answered, gesturing for Cam to step closer, but grabbed and jerked him forward before he had a chance to move anyway. His eyes were still quickly scanning the writing. “I don’t have enough room to write all my notes.”
“That sounds like a personal problem to me,” Cameron said, relaxing his body so that Daniel could pull and push him wherever Daniel wanted. He only became a little alarmed when Daniel started unbuckling and unzipping his vest. “Hey what do you think you’re doing?”
Barely pausing in his efficient stripping, Daniel stuck the tip of his tongue out the corner of his mouth and said, “I just have a few more notes to make while I’m here with the source. I have it all on video but this is just as important.”
Cam let his gear fall to the floor, but loosened the strap on his zat for easy reach just in case. Just because the planet had been deserted when they arrived was no assurance that it would stay that way, especially by SG-1’s track record. Daniel held his wrist in a comfortable grip and he was fishing around in his cargo pockets with his other hand. His glasses were slipping down his nose.
“Okay,” Cam said, confused but willing to indulge Daniel’s strangeness, “but where do I come in?”
“Just. Hold. Still,” Daniel said slowly, grunting a little as he contorted his body to reach into the lowest side pocket on his thigh. With a flourish, he pulled out a black permanent marker and used his teeth to uncap it.
Before Cam understood what was going on, Daniel had his arm firmly sandwiched between Daniel’s torso and armpit, and was running the felt tip of the marker over the tender bottom of his forearm. The sensation was somewhere between a shiver and white-hot pinpricks as if his arm had fallen asleep, but it shot straight to his dick like a load of bricks. Automatically, his legs went rigid and he tried to pull away, but Daniel had him with vice-like strength.
“Stop acting like a baby,” Daniel said, looking quickly back and forth between the shorthand he was writing across Cam’s skin and the elaborate etchings on the wall. His fingers were warm as they stretched across Cam’s arm, and his breath made the short hairs rise. “It’ll just take me a minute.”
“Jesus,” Cam muttered, and shuffled his feet so that he could crane his neck to look over Daniel’s shoulder and see what he was writing. Daniel had created his own written language that looked similar to the hieroglyphs, curling pictures that stood in for whole phases and ideas that he had stored in his head. The symbols stood out in brutal black against the tanned honey of his skin. He shivered again as Daniel traced a delicate looking curve right over the pulse point on his wrist.
Daniel twisted his head so that he could look at Cam over his shoulder. His eyebrows twisted together and Cam could feel his face turning red under the scrutiny. “You’ve never been ticklish before,” Daniel said considering for a moment before he deliberately took a step back and to the side, bringing his ass into contact with Cam’s crotch.
“Jesus Christ,” Cam said, automatically jerking his hips forward into the hard and soft of Daniel’s back. He lifted his free hand to clutch at Daniel’s ribs, digging his fingers in until he heard a small grunt.
After just a moment of friction, Daniel pulled away, letting go of Cam’s arm completely. He stepped back and raked Cam from top to bottom, tipping his head to the side as he tapped the capped end of his pen to the side of his mouth. His gaze narrowed when he looked down at Cam’s decorated arm and by the time his eyes traveled back up to Cam’s face, they were full of heat.
“I think,” Daniel said, drawing the words out as if considering every letter, “that I’m going to need more room. Take off your shirt.”
It took a couple of tries before he could swallow past the haze of lust stuck in his throat, but Cam reached down and slowly grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. He pulled up slowly, dragging the material up over his skin while he stretched and flexed his muscles, giving Daniel a show. He let the shirt fall to the ground and pivoted to put his back up against the wall. “You know,” he said softly, watching as Daniel stepped closer, “the base nurse is going to have a field day with this.”
“Guess you’ll have to get creative then,” Daniel said, stepping forward and pressing their bodies together until Cam could feel the grooves of the wall inscriptions digging into his back. Daniel kissed with force, sliding his tongue along Cam’s teeth to flick against the top of Cam’s mouth. He pulled back, and when he spoke his voice was smoky, “Don’t move, or you’ll make me smudge.”
Cam sighed; anticipation flowed through his veins as Daniel gently pressed the tip of his marker to the edge of Cam’s shoulder. Slowly, achingly slowly, Daniel made his way around the dips and curves of the muscles, leaving the symbols in his wake as he moved across Cam’s collarbone to the other side. Daniel blew cool puffs of breath across Cam’s heated flesh, and scratched his blunt nails across the lower unmarked skin.
Daniel worked swiftly and efficiently, tracing his language with steady motions. He bent over; stooping until it was just as easy to drop to his knees between Cam’s spread legs.
“You’re trying to kill me,” Cam said, rolling his hips forward as Daniel tucked one hand into the waistband of his pants so he could tug them down enough to expose Cam’s hipbones. His was going to have a bump on the back of his head from hitting it against the wall. “I don’t think you’re actually writing anything, anymore.”
“I’ll translate it for you at home tonight,” Daniel promised, flicking the pen up and down as he managed to write in a straight line across Cam’s hips. With a few more marks, Daniel apparently got to the end of whatever he was writing because he capped the marker and sat back on his heels looking up at handiwork.
Cam opened his mouth to say something, but Daniel locked their eyes and shook his head. He had to concentrate not to try to dig his fingers into the wall behind him; Daniel would rip his head off if he managed to damage it.
Gently, Daniel lifted his hand to run his fingers over the mark that he’d left behind, tracing the swirls and dots with his calluses. His chest was rising and falling just as fast as Cam’s was, his breath, hotter now, was blowing directly on Cam’s groin, making his dick strive grow even harder or longer than it already was. One side of Daniel’s mouth tipped up, and tortuously slowly, he lowered his open mouth to the fly of Cam’s BDUs.
He didn’t bother to hold back his groan or his hands this time, and Daniel’s silky hair was a sharp relief from the bite of the wall. Cam forced his eyes open and looked down, the lines across his chest melted together and blurred straight into Daniel on his knees worshiping Cam’s cock.
Daniel lifted his fingers to the top button on Cam’s pants.
“I just don’t think you’re getting the point, Muscles.”
Both Daniel and Cam jerked away from each other. Daniel scrambled to his feet and tried to find his abandoned notebook while Cam dove for his shirt and yanked it over his head. Frantically, he pushed his arms through his vest and had just stood up when Teal’c and Vala turned the corner.
“Vala Mal Doran,” Teal’c said in the tone that said he was rolling his eyes, “if Colonel Carter created the suit for you, then it would be possible for others to create a similar suit of metal and wreak havoc across the earth.”
Vala flipped her hair behind her shoulder and put her hands on her hips, stopping in place. “Yes, and then I’d destroy them and save the word,” she said, actually rolling her eyes and huffing her annoyance. Then she perked up and bounced back into step with Teal’c, “I’d be a hero, and people would rain down praises and gold cards on me.”
“But, if the suit is never made, then there will be no,” Teal’c paused and then continued, his voice even dryer than usual, “‘bad guys’ for you to fight. Thus you are already a hero for not having created them to destroy them.”
“A hero without a gold card,” Vala sulked, finally bothering to look over and Cam and bring him into the conversation, “Where’s the fun in that?”
Cam started to reply, but Teal’c cut him off.
“The fun is in lowering property damages,” Teal’c answered, the eye closest to Cam twitching. “Colonel Mitchell, we did not find anything of interest on the perimeter. We’re ready to go whenever Daniel Jackson finishes.”
“I’m done now,” Daniel said, snapping his notebook shut and kneeling down to shove it in his backpack. “Let’s go.”
Teal’c moved a little too fast to be anything but relieved as he took the place by Daniel’s side as they made their way out of the temple. Holding in his sigh, Cam jerked his head at Vala to follow him out as he followed behind. He could almost feel Vala’s eyes boring a hole between his shoulder blades, and finally he turned to walk backwards down the hallway so he could see her. “What?” he asked, irritated and still horny.
“Nothing,” Vala sighed sadly, but her eyes danced with mischief. “I just hate missing the good parts.”
“What?” Cam asked again, narrowing his eyes as his heart rate jumped again.
“Nothing,” Vala repeated, a smirk breaking through her lackluster acting skills before she got herself under control and looked up at him innocently. “Cameron, did you know your shirt’s on inside out?”
She cackled and took off running before he could decide whether to grab her or knock his head up against the wall first. Briefly, Cam missed the Ori. They’d never had time for embarrassing, abortive mission sex when they were fighting for their lives.
“Cameron!” Daniel yelled from in front of him, disembodied voice rattling down the corridor. “Hurry up I have some translating work I need your help with!”
Quickly, Cam pulled off his vest again and stripped his t-shirt over his head. He paused for a second and lowered his fingers to a particularly detailed glyph just under his belly button. His cock stirred again in renewed interest as he quickly redressed and jogged to catch up to the rest of his team.
+ unrelated icons made for
sg1_lims. Go watch and vote, because people are making some awesome icons. 
