Ascendant Frustration

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=120 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="01078642egerdp.jpg"> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" height=428 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="00f64643.jpg"> <div> <B>Ascendant Frustration</B></div> <div>  <A NAME="ascendent_frustration"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></div> <div> Ascended.  He was ascended.  He could fly.  There were no limits, there were no boundaries.  He was free.  He imagined 'up' and went there - not looking back on the pain and the death and the tears.  He was <I>free</I>.</div> <bR> <div> Oma finally found him among a small group of stars many, many galaxies away.  He sensed her, 'saw' her in his mind as he was whirling through a nebula left behind by an exploding super-giant nova.  He turned to her.</div> <bR> <div> "There are some responsibilities, you know," she said, the echo of her 'voice' heavy with a patient smile.  "Come.  I will teach you."</div> <bR> <div> And so he went back, back to the galaxy that he'd called home.  Learning, observing, watching.  Never allowed to touch, interfere.  Help.</div> <bR> <div> "I don't understand," he would rage and storm after seeing lives uselessly lost.  "All this power, all this knowledge and we can't <I>do</I> anything?"</div> <bR> <div> "If the rain knew the place of its falling, would it then water all the land?"</div> <bR> <div> He'd bolted - run - flew at the speed of thought to the one place where things were simple; the one place where everything seemed to make perfect sense.</div> <bR> <div> Jack.</div> <bR> <div> He hadn't been back since his physical death in the infirmary, not like this.  Not with purpose.  Not with need.  He'd kept track of his team, his friends.  They'd been in fights for their lives, and he'd been there.  Impotent to help except in the most subtle of ways, but there.  Except for Jack.  For Jack he'd broken just about every rule there was.  Whispered in Teal'c's ear, prompted Jonas, urged Sam.  Anything to save his friend who was at the mercy of Ba'al.  How badly he'd wanted Jack to ascend, to share these things he now knew.  To free Jack from the pain of his life was the one and only thing that Daniel could have given him.  Stubborn bastard that he was, Jack had refused.  Somehow, it had been so perfectly <I>Jack</I> not to take the easy way out.  So, instead, he'd given him a chance.</div> <bR> <div> He missed his friend.  He didn't think that would be possible as an ascended being, but it was true.  He missed the bickering and the picking; he missed knowing the feeling that Jack was always right there by his side if things went bad.  So were Sam and Teal'c - but not like Jack.</div> <bR> <div> So he concentrated and thought and then he was there.  In the living room of the familiar house.  He heard the shower shut off and Jack's horrible rendition of 'The Barber of Seville' as he towel dried his hair.  Daniel laughed and the leaves of a nearby plant shuddered in the sudden warm breeze.</div> <bR> <div> Jack was the proud owner of the largest digital satellite television package offered in the lower forty eight states, and with that came hundreds of sports programs.  He settled himself down in the corner of the couch to await the inevitable flick of the remote and Jack's first belch of the evening as he flopped into his favorite chair, put his feet up and slowly ate through an entire bag of Doritos.  It would be just like coming home.  Only Jack never came into the tv room.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel drifted out to see what it was the man was up to and was surprised to find a stark naked Jack O'Neill standing in the kitchen, sorting through his mail . . . and sporting one of the most rampant erections Daniel had ever seen.  He felt flustered, embarrassed - if that was possible - at catching Jack in such a delicate condition.  But as he watched, overwhelming curiosity took over and he marveled that every now and then, while seeming to be quite engrossed in reading through his cell phone bill, Jack would reach down and stroke his cock firmly, then flip another page of the bill.</div> <bR> <div> The phone rang out loudly in the quiet home and Jack grunted and moved to pick it up.  "O'Neill."  He listened for a moment before opening the door to the dishwasher.  "Yeah, thanks Sergeant, put her through."  A pause.  "Carter?"</div> <bR> <div> <I>Ah, that's the reason</I>, Daniel concluded.  Jack had been waiting to hear from Sam.</div> <bR> <div> "I talked to Hammond and he said we're on stand down for another few weeks.  You go ahead and run your experiments, play with your . . . stuff.  T and I will do the meet and greet.  You don't need to be there."  He waited and listened, putting dirty plates in a neat row inside the appliance.  "Yeah, that's fine.  I'll clear it and you can do . . . whatever it is you're wanting to do.  You bet.  See ya."  He hung up and set the phone back down on the counter, kicking the door of the dishwasher shut behind him.  He opened the fridge, pulled out a beer and gave his cock another couple slow pulls.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel was stunned.  Had this been what Jack was doing all the times he'd called him in the evening, asking his opinion on something, checking plans . . . chatting?  Had Jack been walking around naked with a hard on the size of Texas?</div> <bR> <div> Jack's next stop was the small office he had just off his tv room.  He sat down in the comfortable chair, put his feet up on the desk and grabbed his check book.  He leafed through the pages of the register slowly, flipping the section up and down to make sure he'd entered all the checks.  The fingers of his other hand gently glided up and down the bulging vein on the underside of his dick, almost as if he were petting a cat.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel was transfixed.  He'd never seen Jack like this.  Ever.  He'd seen him horny and flirty around women; he'd even seen him pick up a woman a time or two when they'd all gone out to a bar.  But this . . . this wasn't anything he'd ever imagined.  Sexuality wasn't something you took into the field or let out around the briefing table.  He watched the slow path of Jack's fingers and had to fight an overwhelming urge to reach out and join him in the motion.  The skin looked invitingly soft and warm.</div> <bR> <div> Jack pitched forward suddenly, grabbed a pen and made some notations in the register, reached for his calculator and quickly added up the figures.  With a grunt of satisfaction, he rapidly wrote out checks for the bills sitting on his desk, put them in the envelope and tossed them into a basket on the top shelf.  Picking up his beer, he stood and strode from the room, flicking the lights off behind him as he went.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel floated behind him, watching the naked ass before him.  Jack had a nice ass.  All those years of watching his six and he'd never thought about it - but Jack had a very nice butt.  Jack was built solidly, not much waist, and he was a little wide in the hip - but it wasn't fat.  Daniel had taken it for granted that Jack, being fifty years old, would have a fifty year old ass.  He didn't.  He had an ass most thirty-year-old guys would be proud to carry around.  Taut, well shaped.  All around, quite attractive.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel shook his head at himself.  This was hardly appropriate behavior for someone who'd transcended the physical world.  He should leave.  Jack obviously deserved his privacy.  But something deep inside Daniel urged him to stay, to watch, to see what the night would bring.  Anticipation swirled inside him.</div> <bR> <div> Jack locked up the house, turned off the lights and proceeded to his bedroom.  Daniel saw him dig around in a shopping bag on the bed and pull out a round, fat candle.  Jack set it carefully on the night stand and lit it with a match before moving back over to the doorway and shutting off the light.  He opened the top drawer of his dresser and rummaged around inside.  When he turned back to the bed, Daniel was completely stunned to see items he clearly recognized as sex toys in Jack's large hands.</div> <bR> <div> Jack hefted the first item, a gleaming silver egg-shaped device.  A small rattling sounded and just from the way his hand reacted with it, Daniel could tell the object was reasonably weighty.  It was attached by a long, thin cord to a control unit.  Jack's thumb moved a small lever and the silver egg buzzed frantically in his hand.  With a slow smile, Jack set the item on the bed.</div> <bR> <div> The second item was one he recognized.  A miniature vibrator with rotating and buzzing ball bearings at one end.  He'd dated women who'd used these - and had used them on him.  He watched in shocked silence as Jack arranged himself on the bed, face down and hips up.  A tube of lubricant was fished out of a drawer in the night stand, as was a small bottle of some type of oil - one that warmed considerably when applied to the skin.  Jack uncorked the bottle, poured a small drop on his finger, then reached beneath him and applied the oil to his perineum.  He rubbed it in, then closed the bottle and put it back away.  With his other hand, he applied lube to his ass, then pressed the egg inside slowly.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel could barely believe his eyes.  He'd been sexually active in his previous life, and had experienced many wonderful things, but he'd never seen such erotic deliberateness in his life.  He angled in for a closer look, transfixed with the show being put on before him.</div> <bR> <div> Nothing seemed to be happening, yet Jack's breathing was becoming a little harsher.  "Oh god this is gonna be good," he mumbled into his pillow and rolled his hips slowly.  A small moan escaped his throat as his cock twitched.  Reaching back with the hand that hand applied the oil, Jack began to rub the back of his balls, his hips rocking in a slow steady rhythm.</div> <bR> <div> Things continued slowly until Daniel noticed Jack's free hand moving toward the remote.  The small dial was turned and Jack let out a low, needy growl.  Daniel could only imagine the effect the weight and the buzzing must be having on Jack's prostate.  He wanted to feel the warmth of the flushed skin before his eyes, but he couldn't.  Daniel felt himself roil with frustration.  This had been a very bad idea, staying to watch.  Now that it had started, he couldn't tear himself away.</div> <bR> <div> Incrementally Jack turned up the intensity of the toy lodged within his body until he was bucking his hips steadily, his breath coming out of him in ragged, fast gasps.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel's eyes traced the veins in the heavy, thick cock, practically able to feel the blood pulsing through them.  He reached for his own body and stopped when he remembered there was nothing there.  Again, the frustration he was feeling coiled around him like a rope.</div> <bR> <div> Jack seemed to pull himself together slightly - at least enough to slick the head of his cock with some lube and grab the small vibrator.  He turned it on, positioned it so it pressed against the tip of his cock . . . and <I>howled</I>.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel strained to be closer but he couldn't.  Aching inside with need and desperation, he willed Jack to come.</div> <bR> <div> Jack was moving the small white vibe back and forth between his slit and the sensitive underside of his cock head.  He turned his face full into the pillow and screamed as his orgasm ripped from him, coating his hands, the vibe, the bedspread.  Daniel watched the heavy balls draw up before every spurt.  He knew what Jack must be feeling, knew the power that an intense orgasm like that sent ripping through your body.  He wanted so badly to share in it - and there wasn't a thing he could do.  No caress he could give to make it more powerful or intimate.  No kiss to overly sensitive skin.  No whisper of comfort as shudders wracked Jack's sweaty body. </div> <bR> <div> "Daniel," Jack moaned as he coaxed the last of his orgasm from his balls and cock.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel had to leave - had to be out in the icy blackness of space.  Find somewhere he could take his frustration out on inanimate objects and release the tension he'd allowed to build within himself while watching Jack.  And it was his name Jack had said - at that moment when everything is open and honest and there are no defenses - it was <I>his</I> name on Jack's lips.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel sped through the space between planets, between stars.  He wanted to shout but he had no voice.  He wanted to weep but there were no tears.  An impenetrable force placed itself between him and infinity and he was jarred to the very corners of his soul.</div> <bR> <div> "What do you think you were doing?" Oma demanded.</div> <bR> <div> "I wanted to see my friend.  I wanted to be with people I know!"</div> <bR> <div> "You are not to interfere - you are not to make contact!"  Oma was angry.  Exceptionally angry.</div> <bR> <div> "Don't you think I know that?!"  Daniel's "voice" echoed into the corridors of emptiness.  "We can't take action, we can't interfere, we can't make contact.  Unless that someone is you, then you have no problem making contact.  Do you?"  Images of Shifu flooded to Oma like a wave.  "Why?"</div> <bR> <div> "Why what?" Oma asked, suddenly wary.  She sensed the tightly wrapped control of her charge beginning to slip.</div> <bR> <div> "Why can't we intercede?  Why can't we make a difference?"  An edge of desperation crept into Daniel's being.  "Why?"</div> <bR> <div> "Your interference changes the progression of a being's natural process toward ascension.  You know this."</div> <bR> <div> "So it's not allowable to let someone know we're there?  Let them know they aren't alone?"  Daniel's anger began to return in force.</div> <bR> <div> "You are young and do not under . . ."</div> <bR> <div> "I understand!" Daniel said and an asteroid behind him exploded into microscopic bits.</div> <bR> <div> Oma moved back.  "Your actions show that you do not."</div> <bR> <div> "I understand that we know what love is - and what the cost of love can be.  I know that because we love we will do amazing things far beyond us.  I know that you've all become complacent and are satisfied to merely sit back and watch others live.  You claim you don't want to interfere, but the fact is, you've forgotten what it's like to <I>feel</I>."  Daniel pulled himself in tightly.  "Well I haven't.  And I never will."  And he was gone.</div> <bR> <div> Oma tried to get some sense of him, cursing herself the fool for underestimating her young charge.  She would try the one place it would seem logical for Daniel to go.  She turned herself toward Earth.</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> Daniel smiled.  Everything was in place now.  He knew what was coming, he knew what it would cost him.  It was all worth it.  He began his journey back toward humanity in an elevator shaft deep beneath a Colorado mountain - with Jack O'Neill.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> - finis -</div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="mailto:claforce@plotexpo.com" TARGET="_top" TITLE="mailto:claforce@plotexpo.com"><U>Give the author's ego a marshmallow . . . please feed the bear.</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id3_sg1_slash.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Stargate SG1 Slash Fiction"><U>Back to Fic List</U></A>     <A HREF="id2_directory.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Directory Listing"><U>Back to Directory</U></A></div> </td> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=120 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="01178643.jpg"> <bR> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" height=52 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="00f64643.jpg"> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" WIDTH="161" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER HEIGHT= 45 ><NOBR><div> <IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="39" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" WIDTH="29"></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Plotexpo.com"><U><IMG SRC="0181d270.jpg" border=0 width="29" height="39" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER WIDTH="15"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="45" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="15" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER><NOBR><div> <A HREF="id98.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="I Can Live With That"><U><IMG SRC="017271d0.jpg" border=0 width="39" height="29" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER><NOBR><div> <A HREF="id43.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Love Somebody, Yes I Do ..."><U><IMG SRC="016271d0.jpg" border=0 width="39" height="29" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>