Not Exactly

<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>Not Exactly</B></div> <div>  <A NAME="not_exactly"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>CHAPTER ONE IN THE "SLOW SLIDE INTO PSYCHOSIS" SERIES</div> <bR> <div> <B>There is much Spammie-hate yet thriving at Chez Carron - so if you like Sam, and don't want to see her trashed through what remains of this season (and probably into the next millenium at the rate they're going), do you *and* me a favor and don't read any farther into this series.  'K?  'K.</B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ***</div> <bR> <div> "So you're single?"</div> <bR> <div> "Not exactly."  Sam looked over at Agent Barrett uncomfortably.  She believed what she said.  She wondered if he did.</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> "Carter," came the familiar voice on the other end of the phone.  "Things went well I take it?"</div> <bR> <div> "Not as well as they could have, but yeah . . . we're all okay."</div> <bR> <div> "Including Daniel?"</div> <bR> <div> Sam paused for a moment, wondering at the question.  "Yes, sir.  We're <I>all</I> fine."</div> <bR> <div> "Well, you know how he is . . . gets in trouble if he's in the same solar system as a snakehead.  I'll look forward to reading your report."</div> <bR> <div> "I'll have it off to you by the end of the day, sir."</div> <bR> <div> "Use small words, Carter.  It's the weekend, I don't want to have to think too hard."</div> <bR> <div> Sam chuckled.  "Yes, sir.  I'll see what I can do."</div> <bR> <div> "Good.  Hey, transfer me down to Daniel's office, would ya?"</div> <bR> <div> A stab of jealousy pierced her gut.  "I'm pretty sure he's gone home, sir."</div> <bR> <div> "That's okay.  Transfer me down anyway."</div> <bR> <div> "Yes, sir.  Take care."</div> <bR> <div> "You too, Carter."</div> <bR> <div> Considering sending General O'Neill to a blank extension for a few moments, Sam completed the transfer as requested and slammed down the phone.  Two weeks back and she was already becoming completely annoyed with Daniel.  Even from across the country he was proving a hindrance to her relationship with Jack O'Neill.  She'd have to begin to take steps to stop his intervention.</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> Daniel strolled into Jack's new office and looked around.  The Pentagon had spared no expense in outfitting the new Head of Home World Security with the finest furnishings and technology.  Jack sat behind the large, green marble-topped desk and grinned smugly.  "You get that look on your face every time you walk in here."</div> <bR> <div> "It's because I have the same thought  . . . every time I walk in here."  Daniel's eyes flashed mischievously.</div> <bR> <div> Jack knew what that thought was, and were it not for the constant surveillance, he'd be more than willing to bend Daniel over the glossy, cold surface of his very expensive desk and fuck him stupid, watching as thick ropes of come splashed across the flawless stone.</div> <bR> <div> "Surprising they watch you more closely than they watch what happens in the oval office," Daniel muttered.</div> <bR> <div> "I'm sure there's video of Monica and Bill out there somewhere."  Jack stood up, grabbing his jacket from the back of his hand-rubbed leather chair.  "Steak okay for you?"</div> <bR> <div> "Ya know, Indian strikes me as good," Daniel said, sliding his hands into the deep pockets of his new suit.  He walked slowly around the office, taking in the various military artworks that adorned the walls.</div> <bR> <div> "The last time I ate that stuff I was in the john for a week," Jack groused.</div> <bR> <div> "Thai?"</div> <bR> <div> "What's wrong with steak?" Jack asked as he closed the last button on his coat.</div> <bR> <div> "I'm still trying to take off a few pounds," Daniel said distractedly, closely examining a new painting.  "Is this original?"</div> <bR> <div> Jack looked up disinterestedly.  "I dunno.  My aide brought it in here the other day and hung it up."</div> <bR> <div> "Do you even have a clue the amount of valuable early American art you have in here?"</div> <bR> <div> "What, the pictures?"  Jack asked, walking to the door.</div> <bR> <div> "Obviously not," Daniel said with a slight smile.  "Steak's fine," he said as he walked out the same door he'd entered a few minutes before.</div> <bR> <div> "Knew you'd see it my way."</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> Sam lit the candles in the center of the table, adjusted the lighting so it was low and inviting, and checked to make sure the plates were placed just right.  She turned and smiled.  "Ready for dinner?  Why don't you sit down?  I'll bring out the salad."</div> <bR> <div> The Caesar salad was chilled and waiting in the fridge.  She removed it, gave it one final toss, making sure not to get any on her new silk dress, a light yellow that made her tan stand out.  "Did you want to pour the wine?" she asked as she carefully lifted out portions of the greens onto the plates.  "Oh, here, let me get it, I'm closer."</div> <bR> <div> She sat down and smiled across the table.  "It's good to have you here."  Lifting her glass in a toast, she brought it to her lips.  "Here's to us . . . Jack."  She took a small sip as she stared into the brown eyes . . . that weren't really there.</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> Daniel sipped at the cognac, enjoying the thick, rich scent of it as it warmed from the heat of his hand holding the small snifter.  "Great dinner."</div> <bR> <div> "You can never go wrong with steak," Jack smiled.</div> <bR> <div> "How's the cabin?"  Daniel's voice was low, full of meaning.</div> <bR> <div> Jack couldn't help the proud smile.  "Coming along.  Mahogany for the bookshelves in the den came in Monday.  The brass fittings should be in next week sometime."  He locked eyes with the man across the table.  "Room for a few thousand books in that new den."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel felt a pleased flush tinge his face.  "Person would never have to leave with all those books to read."</div> <bR> <div> "That's the plan," Jack practically purred.</div> <bR> <div> "Three new rooms, all new kitchen, two full luxury bathrooms . . ."</div> <bR> <div> "Four."</div> <bR> <div> "Four bathrooms?" Daniel asked.</div> <bR> <div> "New rooms.  Four new rooms."</div> <bR> <div> "Four?"</div> <bR> <div> "Someone suggested a data center, ya know, considering the nature of what I'll be retiring from . . . which never seems to be retirement."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel's face broke into a wide smile.  "You built it?"</div> <bR> <div> Jack shrugged, pleased his surprise had gone over the way he'd hoped.  "It was a good suggestion - made a lot of sense."</div> <bR> <div> "Great place for doing research."</div> <bR> <div> "If you're into that sort of thing."  Jack swirled the amber liquid in his glass.  </div> <bR> <div> "Speaking of being into things," Daniel said, quickly finishing his drink.</div> <bR> <div> "I believe you're right Dr. Jackson."</div> <bR> <div> "I thought you'd approve, General O'Neill."</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> Jack undulated his hips in an aggravatingly slow rhythm, each thrust shoving him against Daniel's warm, sweaty thighs and ass.  "Christ, I can't get enough of this," he panted as Daniel pushed back against him, asking for more.</div> <bR> <div> "Harder," Daniel asked, drawing the word out in a plaintive moan.</div> <bR> <div> "No, just like this," Jack whispered, lowering himself down against Daniel's dripping wet back and biting gently at the skin between the flexing shoulder blades.  "Want to drag it out of you."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel worked counter to Jack's hips, making each thrust go deeper.  "Best fuck in the whole goddamned universeohfuckrightfucking THERE!"</div> <bR> <div> Jack chuckled as he felt the shudder pass through Daniel's body.  He repeated his last action and laughed in satisfaction as Daniel yelled out again.  "Love it when you're like this," he growled against the sex-heated flesh.</div> <bR> <div> "Always like this with you," Daniel grunted into the pillow.  "Dammit Jack right there don't you fucking stop uuuuugggghhhhh....."</div> <bR> <div> Jack felt the rolling clenches happening deep inside Daniel's body as it tried to simultaneously suck him in further and expel him.  "Go wild for me, Daniel," Jack urged, needing all his strength to keep from being bucked off.  "So hot and tight inside your ass . . . best place in the world . . . never want to stop."</div> <bR> <div> "Don't you dare stop," Daniel threatened, his voice tight and hard as he danced along the edge of climax.  "Fuck me, Jack . . . ah god fuck me hard."</div> <bR> <div> Jack sped up his hips and groaned as he heard Daniel scream into the pillow.  "Need me to help?"</div> <bR> <div> "Yesyesyesyes," Daniel hissed.  "You know what I need . . . rub me there . . . rub it."</div> <bR> <div> Jack snaked his arm around Daniel's hip and beneath his tight balls, fingers pressing hard into the center of Daniel's perineum.</div> <bR> <div> "Christ!  Aww fuck!  Jack!"  Daniel lost himself in Jack's expert touch, placing his hand over his lover's to exert more pressure.  "Now . . . now now now now!"</div> <bR> <div> Jack bore down with all his strength as the pulsations began around his cock, ripping his own orgasm from him as he followed Daniel into oblivion.</div> <bR> <div> Several hours later, Jack was brought from sleep by the sound of a chuckle across the room.  "Dan'l?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel leaned weakly against the wall, one hand rubbing his eyes.  "What the hell did you do to me?" he laughed.</div> <bR> <div> "Fucked you <I>ohhhhh</I> so good," Jack drawled.</div> <bR> <div> "Jesus," Daniel said, pushing off from the wall and staggering to the bathroom, "I guess."</div> <bR> <div> "My turn next," Jack mumbled as he turned over to go back to sleep.</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> Sam threw the plates from the previous night's "dinner" into the sink, listening with grim satisfaction as a glass shattered from the impact.</div> <bR> <div> "Gee, Daniel, and how was *your* trip to DC?  Did you *brief* the General on every little detail of *my* mission report?  Or should I ask if you *debriefed* him."  With anger in her eyes, she ripped the garbage bag out of the can and tied it shut.  "The Replicators should have killed your ass . . . save me the trouble."</div> <bR> <div> The door slammed behind her as she brought her refuse to the garage.</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> "You're a damned tease," Jack growled, pushing his ass harder into Daniel's face.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel's only reaction was to push his tongue farther into the well-stretched hole and hum appreciatively.</div> <bR> <div> Jack had just gotten exactly what he loved most from his partner - a long, hard fuck that had made Daniel blow like a volcano and now a thorough rim job that was on the brink of making him come hard enough to see stars.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel slurped and sucked, licking at the swollen, open entrance, biting at the sensitive flesh until Jack was incoherent.  With practiced ease he slipped his middle finger inside the spasming hole, found and pressed on Jack's prostate, and shoved his tongue in as far as he could.</div> <bR> <div> Jack went off like a rocket as Daniel's other hand jerked him expertly.  Before Jack's orgasm was complete, Daniel dragged himself to his knees, placed his re-hardened cock at the entrance and shoved firmly.</div> <bR> <div> Jack shouted and rocked backwards.  Daniel wrapped his arms around Jack's waist and took him rapidly, feeling a shudder travel through his lover's body as the highly stimulated prostate was teased even more.  Daniel smiled.  They both loved this - the animalism, the sheer lust it portrayed - fucking like two dogs in heat who couldn't stop no matter how hard they tried.  Daniel had them on video this way, rutting and grunting against each other until Jack had spilled all over the black satin sheets Daniel had bought just for the occasion.</div> <bR> <div> Before he knew it, Daniel's cock was pulsating full and hot into Jack's hole as both men moaned and swore, each demanding the other to keep going.</div> <bR> <div> They had to stop eventually - spent and sated they fell to the bed, aching and fulfilled in a way neither had ever been able to be before in their lives.  It was always like this between them.  Would always be.</div> <bR> <div> "Save that up for awhile, did'ya?" Jack snickered into the bed.</div> <bR> <div> "I didn't jerk off once for two weeks," Daniel mumbled.</div> <bR> <div> "I think you should make that common practice when you know you'll be coming to see me.  Makes you good and nasty."  Jack reached back and rubbed his fingers over his ass then sucked them into his mouth as Daniel watched.  Jack grinned as he felt the twitch from Daniel's dick that was pressed firmly against one butt cheek.  "You get nasty, I get nastier."</div> <bR> <div> Grabbing Jack's wrist, Daniel brought Jack's fingers to his own mouth and began sucking rhythmically on them.  "You better be ready to go again soon, General," he threatened.  "Two weeks is a long fucking time."</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> Sam watched as Daniel hurried into the briefing room, nose buried in his notes, brow furrowed in concentration.  "Hey, Daniel."</div> <bR> <div> "Hey, Sam," Daniel greeted without looking up as he scribbled quickly on the paper before him.</div> <bR> <div> "Have a good week in DC?"</div> <bR> <div> "Eh, you know . . . same ol' same ol'," came the distracted answer.  Daniel checked his watch then went back to scribbling.</div> <bR> <div> "Did you see the General?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel sniffed as he lined through several sentences.  "Yeah, we met for dinner."</div> <bR> <div> "How is he?"</div> <bR> <div> "Same Jack, different town," Daniel said in monotone.  "Why?"</div> <bR> <div> "I was just wondering if he asked about m. . ."</div> <bR> <div> The rest of the people involved in the briefing began to wander in and Sam had to forestall her questioning.  But it wasn't over - not by a long shot.  But for now, she had a mission to concentrate on.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> TBC</div> <bR> <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> <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="id168.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Just a Step"><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="id172.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Something I Can Use"><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>