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So, wow, it's been a while since I posted anything here. Feeling a little nervous, I think I can here the crickets chirping. So here's what I wrote for my own prompt, which I got mostly right. It's finished, just thought I'd draw things out a little. : )
Title: A Question of Ownership (1/4)
Pairing: Cameron/Daniel
Rating: Adult themes (PG-13)
Disclaimer: I own Stargate like I have a good job, house, and plan for the future. That is to say, not.
Summary: Get a haircut and get a real job.
When Cam managed to drag himself through the event horizon back to the SGC, he was going to lock himself in his office and start prepping a brief to the next leader of SG-1. Because things like this only happened to SG-1, and it definitely hadn’t been in the brochure. He thought he’d probably title it – “Owning Your Teammate. What Your General Won’t Tell You, But You Still Need To Know.”
For instance, it would have been helpful to know that a reverse Stockholm syndrome was just as annoying as a the regular kind. Though the people were nice, and he was from the south, he’d never really pictured himself as a slave owner, whether the slavery was voluntary and high status or not.
“Cam, you have to …” Daniel bit his lip, squirming in the too small pile of blankets they shared. Uncharacteristically, he struggled for words, “I want, no, you need …”
Cam sighed, trying to find a way to relax his body without sliding against Daniel. Across the room, soft snores told him that Teal’c and Vala weren’t having the same problem. On the other wall, Kal and Ren were still murmuring and sighing softly to each other in post coital bliss.
“Spit it out Daniel,” Cam muttered, studiously not thinking about what was going on less than twenty feet away. The smell of the mulch pile behind Granny’s house, CSI at dinner time, Walter in the shower room …
“Will you take me with you tomorrow? Please?” Daniel asked softly, dipping his head a little so that his hair tickled against Cam’s cheek. He hunched his shoulders so that the blanket would cover him better, shivering in the chill of late night.
Sucking it up, Cam let his body rest against Daniel’s sharing both their body heat and moved one arm over Daniel, pulling him closer. “Not making any headway?” he asked, shifting his feet so they covered the bottom of Daniel’s frigid toes.
“No, I think I’m getting closer, these people have an extraordinarily rich oral history full of allusion to the grail, but,” Daniel tipped his head back up to look at Cam, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “They’renotfeedingme.”
Cam never really wanted to own Daniel, well maybe there had been a fantasy or two, but Daniel seemed to have that effect on people. The fact was, being responsible for another human being was a lot of work. It was just a good thing his ex-wife never wanted any kids. He could barely even keep his sea monkeys alive.
“What?” Cam asked forgetting to keep his voice down so that Daniel jumped and jammed his fingers against Cam’s mouth. Cam’s stomach dropped and a flare of warmth spread through his belly, but Daniel didn’t notice as he was too busy looking to see if anyone else noticed.
Intel said the planet had a caste of females that were kept in a slave like existence called companionship. Companions were a status symbol and treated accordingly by the highest class of rulers. Immediately, Vala had volunteered to go, Sam had volunteered to not go and SG-1 minus one was once again undercover in leather pants.
They posed as trade negotiators from across the continent, the ruse giving them just enough leeway to make some cultural faux pas without truly offending anyone. It wasn’t until they were in the thick of opening introductions that they realized their mistake. Not all companions were female.
“You’ve been with the Council, I assume you noticed their meal time ritual of, ah, feeding their,” Daniel looked uncomfortable, pulling his hand back and blushing across his chest and neck, “their, companions. The others think that you’re punishing me by not having me with you to eat.”
Cam counted to ten. He blew out a breath that stirred the top of Daniel’s hair and counted to ten again. “Why didn’t you say something? We’ve been here for three days,” Cam asked, thinking back to the amazing meals he’d had, while he’d tried to ignore the way the council members hand fed their companions who knelt at their sides.
Apparently there was special status accorded to those leaders who managed to keep a male companion. Currently there was only one attending the council in this town. Cam didn’t know what he’d done to deserve the honor. The good news was that it had gotten them the access they needed to finish the mission.
“It was fine,” Daniel said carefully scrunching his eyes away from Cameron’s, a sure sign that he was at the very least glossing over the truth. “I had a few power bars saved in my bag, and I was making progress finding out where and how Galahad disappeared.”
Daniel had taken it well, much better than Cam would have had their roles been reversed. He sank to his knees beside Cameron when it became obvious that he was bothering the locals. Cam still hadn’t understood what was going on, but he didn’t miss the guards relaxing their weapons. Introductions were made, and Daniel shifted so that he could press against Cam, from hip to floor. Before he could think better of it, Cam dropped his hand to bury in Daniel’s hair.
“All right,” Cam breathed out again, inhaling the warm smell of Daniel without the normal covering scents of shampoo and aftershave. “Tomorrow morning you’ll come with me. Maybe you can make more out of these people than I can.”
Mostly, he’d tried to be a good team leader, watch out for his teammates, set up a decent trade agreement, and not cop too much of a feel - but he was only human. Being forced into the equivalent space of a sleeping bag with Daniel in the Headman’s sleeping chamber while said Headman was keeping the “company” of a different companion each night was not helping in the least.
“Hey,” Daniel said, shoving into Cam a little so that their chests were pressed tightly together. “It’s going to be okay. A couple more days and we’ll be back at the SGC.”
Daniel was forced into pseudo sexual slavery and he was still the one trying to comfort Cam.
“Where you will be getting a haircut, pronto,” Cam added, trying very hard not to let Daniel know how very hard he was. “And that’s an order, this time.”
Companions, whether male or female, were the only ones on this planet to let their hair grow longer than their ears. Daniel, busy saving the world every other day, had missed his last five appointments with the base’s barber. Cam had liked it at first, the soft curling edges setting Daniel apart from the marines he saw everyday.
Actually, if he were being honest, he still liked it, and took every opportunity to let his hand rest at the nape of Daniel’s neck where his hair would twist across Cam’s fingers. Fortunately, there were a lot of excuses to grope his linguist on the planet of ‘Inappropriate-Touching’.
“Whatever you say,” Daniel agreed sleepily, though Cam wasn’t fooled for a second.
Daniel tucked his head under Cameron’s chin and eased into sleep, his breath slowing and blowing on to Cam’s neck. Cam decided he was utterly and completely screwed.
part two
Title: A Question of Ownership (1/4)
Pairing: Cameron/Daniel
Rating: Adult themes (PG-13)
Disclaimer: I own Stargate like I have a good job, house, and plan for the future. That is to say, not.
Summary: Get a haircut and get a real job.
When Cam managed to drag himself through the event horizon back to the SGC, he was going to lock himself in his office and start prepping a brief to the next leader of SG-1. Because things like this only happened to SG-1, and it definitely hadn’t been in the brochure. He thought he’d probably title it – “Owning Your Teammate. What Your General Won’t Tell You, But You Still Need To Know.”
For instance, it would have been helpful to know that a reverse Stockholm syndrome was just as annoying as a the regular kind. Though the people were nice, and he was from the south, he’d never really pictured himself as a slave owner, whether the slavery was voluntary and high status or not.
“Cam, you have to …” Daniel bit his lip, squirming in the too small pile of blankets they shared. Uncharacteristically, he struggled for words, “I want, no, you need …”
Cam sighed, trying to find a way to relax his body without sliding against Daniel. Across the room, soft snores told him that Teal’c and Vala weren’t having the same problem. On the other wall, Kal and Ren were still murmuring and sighing softly to each other in post coital bliss.
“Spit it out Daniel,” Cam muttered, studiously not thinking about what was going on less than twenty feet away. The smell of the mulch pile behind Granny’s house, CSI at dinner time, Walter in the shower room …
“Will you take me with you tomorrow? Please?” Daniel asked softly, dipping his head a little so that his hair tickled against Cam’s cheek. He hunched his shoulders so that the blanket would cover him better, shivering in the chill of late night.
Sucking it up, Cam let his body rest against Daniel’s sharing both their body heat and moved one arm over Daniel, pulling him closer. “Not making any headway?” he asked, shifting his feet so they covered the bottom of Daniel’s frigid toes.
“No, I think I’m getting closer, these people have an extraordinarily rich oral history full of allusion to the grail, but,” Daniel tipped his head back up to look at Cam, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “They’renotfeedingme.”
Cam never really wanted to own Daniel, well maybe there had been a fantasy or two, but Daniel seemed to have that effect on people. The fact was, being responsible for another human being was a lot of work. It was just a good thing his ex-wife never wanted any kids. He could barely even keep his sea monkeys alive.
“What?” Cam asked forgetting to keep his voice down so that Daniel jumped and jammed his fingers against Cam’s mouth. Cam’s stomach dropped and a flare of warmth spread through his belly, but Daniel didn’t notice as he was too busy looking to see if anyone else noticed.
Intel said the planet had a caste of females that were kept in a slave like existence called companionship. Companions were a status symbol and treated accordingly by the highest class of rulers. Immediately, Vala had volunteered to go, Sam had volunteered to not go and SG-1 minus one was once again undercover in leather pants.
They posed as trade negotiators from across the continent, the ruse giving them just enough leeway to make some cultural faux pas without truly offending anyone. It wasn’t until they were in the thick of opening introductions that they realized their mistake. Not all companions were female.
“You’ve been with the Council, I assume you noticed their meal time ritual of, ah, feeding their,” Daniel looked uncomfortable, pulling his hand back and blushing across his chest and neck, “their, companions. The others think that you’re punishing me by not having me with you to eat.”
Cam counted to ten. He blew out a breath that stirred the top of Daniel’s hair and counted to ten again. “Why didn’t you say something? We’ve been here for three days,” Cam asked, thinking back to the amazing meals he’d had, while he’d tried to ignore the way the council members hand fed their companions who knelt at their sides.
Apparently there was special status accorded to those leaders who managed to keep a male companion. Currently there was only one attending the council in this town. Cam didn’t know what he’d done to deserve the honor. The good news was that it had gotten them the access they needed to finish the mission.
“It was fine,” Daniel said carefully scrunching his eyes away from Cameron’s, a sure sign that he was at the very least glossing over the truth. “I had a few power bars saved in my bag, and I was making progress finding out where and how Galahad disappeared.”
Daniel had taken it well, much better than Cam would have had their roles been reversed. He sank to his knees beside Cameron when it became obvious that he was bothering the locals. Cam still hadn’t understood what was going on, but he didn’t miss the guards relaxing their weapons. Introductions were made, and Daniel shifted so that he could press against Cam, from hip to floor. Before he could think better of it, Cam dropped his hand to bury in Daniel’s hair.
“All right,” Cam breathed out again, inhaling the warm smell of Daniel without the normal covering scents of shampoo and aftershave. “Tomorrow morning you’ll come with me. Maybe you can make more out of these people than I can.”
Mostly, he’d tried to be a good team leader, watch out for his teammates, set up a decent trade agreement, and not cop too much of a feel - but he was only human. Being forced into the equivalent space of a sleeping bag with Daniel in the Headman’s sleeping chamber while said Headman was keeping the “company” of a different companion each night was not helping in the least.
“Hey,” Daniel said, shoving into Cam a little so that their chests were pressed tightly together. “It’s going to be okay. A couple more days and we’ll be back at the SGC.”
Daniel was forced into pseudo sexual slavery and he was still the one trying to comfort Cam.
“Where you will be getting a haircut, pronto,” Cam added, trying very hard not to let Daniel know how very hard he was. “And that’s an order, this time.”
Companions, whether male or female, were the only ones on this planet to let their hair grow longer than their ears. Daniel, busy saving the world every other day, had missed his last five appointments with the base’s barber. Cam had liked it at first, the soft curling edges setting Daniel apart from the marines he saw everyday.
Actually, if he were being honest, he still liked it, and took every opportunity to let his hand rest at the nape of Daniel’s neck where his hair would twist across Cam’s fingers. Fortunately, there were a lot of excuses to grope his linguist on the planet of ‘Inappropriate-Touching’.
“Whatever you say,” Daniel agreed sleepily, though Cam wasn’t fooled for a second.
Daniel tucked his head under Cameron’s chin and eased into sleep, his breath slowing and blowing on to Cam’s neck. Cam decided he was utterly and completely screwed.
part two
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Date: 2007-02-28 03:50 pm (UTC)*cackles like a crazy thing*
ahem.
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Date: 2007-02-28 01:56 pm (UTC)And Daniel's always very matter-of-fact about stuff like this; makes sense he'd be pretty easy with it and Cameron wouldn't.
Poor hungry Daniel!
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Date: 2007-02-28 04:24 pm (UTC)You know, one minute I get Daniel. I think I'm writing him decently and he's behaving like he should. Then the next second something weird happens and I'm going wtf? Daniel is hard. To write, that is. ; )
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Date: 2007-03-03 08:46 am (UTC)I saved reading this until after I finished at least ONE fic of my own and now I am sooooo glad I waited. Only because NOW the narl is in bed and I can read this slowly and leisurely and enjoy every sentence. And lemme say there was plenty to love already.
Hee! Cam fantasizing about owning Daniel and now he's too angst-ridden to take advantage of the whole affair. And poor Danny boy is STARVING. (for food. yeah, right)
Absolutely ADORE the idea of Cam playing with Daniel's too long hair, and the whole "Companion" premise. Shades of Firefly, I dare say.
Daniel was forced into pseudo sexual slavery and he was still the one trying to comfort Cam.
Oh isn't that JUST LIKE him? ♥
AND OF COURSE Sam wouldn't go. Selfishly, I must admit, that I am glad.
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Date: 2007-03-03 09:09 pm (UTC)I could just see that Sam wouldn't want to waste her time. Not when there's fun stuff to play with back at the SGC. Plus I didn't know what to do with her...
: )