Summary: One should watch what one eats, it leads to bad dreams…or does it?
The echo of the door slamming open filled the large chamber, as he stormed in and made his way to the huge bed in the center of the overly decorated room, spotting his target just sitting up in the middle of that enormous bed.
"What is the meaning of this?" Baal snarled as he sat up in bed, having been startled from his sleep and turned to see the lone figure moving quickly toward him, then within seconds his attacker had pounced upon him, pushing him back on to the bed, pinning his left wrist above his head, along with the right. "What..." Baal began to protest when the light from the entrance way overtook the shadows of his bedroom and he could see who currently had him pinned to his bed. "O'Neill!"
Jack gave a dark, feral grin, his dark eyes black with anger and determination. "It's time I showed you, YOUR place, Ball-boy," Jack stated in a dark husky voice, his left hand, clamped over Baal's wrists, keeping them pinned, his right came up with lightening speed, producing the knife he'd had sheathed in his boot. "First a lesson in humiliation," Jack growled, and then proceeded to cut the long alien silk robe off Baal's body, and if he received a small cut here and there, it was Baal's fault for not keeping still.
Jack laughed as Baal bellowed for his guards over and over again, then roared as Baal cried out in a bit of pain from the knife as it sliced lightly over his skin while he squirmed. "No one's coming...besides me," Jack chuckled darkly. "No one here but us...I made sure of that," Jack purred, leaning in and licking up Baal's neck then up his stubbly cheek. "Mmm, tangy," Jack laughed again.
"You will pay for your outrage, O'Neill," Baal roared. "I will kill you a thousand times before I am done with you!"
Jack snorted then smirked as he pulled the scraps of cloth from Ball's body. Once Baal was naked, Jack took some of the larger scraps and tied his hands together and to the preposterously large and gaudy gold headboard, then slipped off the device from his left hand, "We won't be needing this," Jack said, his eyes smug as he slowly removed it from Baal's fingers.
"You will serve me for all eternity as a mute eunuch, and I shall wipe my feet upon your back, and even in silence you will..." Baal snarled, only to be interrupted by Jack's hand over his mouth.
"Lesson two," Jack said, taking some more of the damaged material and shoving into Baal's mouth, successfully gagging him. Jack's dark smile grew, "Tied and gagged...nice look on you, Baal-baby, you should wear it more often," he chuckled, sliding off Baal's body and started to remove his BDU's. He then noticed Baal trying to kick out at him and smirked. "Guess you're not fully prepared for tonight's activities," Jack said, once he too was fully naked. He then gathered the last of the robe and tied Baal's ankles to the foot of the bed, leaving the Goa'uld spread eagle. "Much...much better," Jack purred.
Without further ado, Jack pounced on top of Baal and started nipping and licking his way from Baal's jaw, down his neck to his chest, which was dusted lightly with hair. Jack took his tongue and made slow circles around the now perked nipple, then switched back and forth until both were painfully hard. "Like that do we?" Jack snickered as he looked up at Baal, seeing his dark eyes were now black and his breathing had increased.
Jack then continued his journey down the taunt stomach lavished much attention on the navel, enjoying the muffled moans he could hear coming from the body beneath him. After a few long agonizing minutes, Jack nipped and licked his way down Baal's hip and then down his right leg, then up his left, biting hard just inside Baal's left thigh, making the Goa'uld shout out in pain, even if it was muffled. "You're mine now," Jack stated, as he leaned up, taking note of the large erection poking up. "No matter how many times you heal that area, you'll forever know I marked you and that YOU are MINE!" Jack snarled as he slowly crawled up the bed, like a ferocious cat about to claim its meal.
"Mine," Jack growled and then ripped the gag out of Baal's mouth and clamped his own over it, claming his mouth fiercely, devouring every inch, savoring the moans of passion that escaped Baal's lips. "What do you have to say to that?" Jack asked as he lifted his head, breaking the kiss, his eyes locked on Baal's, both men panting heavily.
"I say...release me...and finish the job," Baal panted, his tongue licking his own lips, savoring the tiny drops of blood from a slight split in his lip where O'Neill had kissed him so hard.
Jack didn't hesitate, he dived back in for a deep passionate kiss, his right hand grabbing the knife nearby and slicing the material that kept Baal's hands bound, then leaned up and reached behind him and cut the others, only to be grabbed by Baal, and kissed within an inch of his life in return.
Jack dropped the knife on the floor and once more took control of the kiss and then broke it and with skill and speed, had Baal flipped over to his stomach and a pillow under his hips to give rise to Jack's target. With little preparation or effort, Jack slid his cock home, savoring the warm gripping heat. "Oh yeah," he cried out.
"Fuck me, O'Neill," Baal ordered, shifting to his hands and knees to gain more leverage and shoved himself back farther onto Jack's thick long cock and moaned deeply as he enjoyed the sensation of being so full. "Fuck me, make me yours," Baal ordered again.
"You ARE mine," Jack growled, and then began to thrust hard and fast into Baal's body. "You'll never escape me," Jack snarled as he continued to fuck Baal with everything he had. "No one will EVER fill you the way I do," Jack panted, sliding his cock in and out harder and faster, his grip on Baal's hips making bruises that would last, as his cock was bruising the man's prostate...he'd never forget who he belonged to...EVER!
"Yes...yours, all yours," Baal cried out, his body glistening in sweat as he pushed back to get more of Jack's hot cock deeper and hard within him.
"Submit to me," Jack demanded. "Submit to me...NOW!" Jack ordered.
Baal lowered his arms and head to the bed, and spread his legs wide, submitting to O'Neill's dominance and power over him without thought. He then whimpered when Jack stopped moving within him.
"Who do you belong to?" Jack demanded.
"You," Baal' said, though he never lifted his head. "You are my master, my god," Baal said, his words sincere and full of reverence for the one who now claimed him.
"Never forget that," Jack snarled, while running his right hand along Baal's spine, then back again, letting his fingers drink in the smooth sleek skin and muscular curves of the body submitting before him. "I am your everything, without me you are NOTHING!" Jack said, making his point by stabbing his cock into Baal's body, eliciting a deep moan from him as he rammed directly into his sweet spot.
"Nothing...nothing without you," Baal agreed, wanting more of O'Neill's cock within him. "Please..." he begged.
"Please what...slave?" Jack asked, shifting his hips just enough to get another moan of pleasure to escape Baal's lips.
"Please, fuck me...use me for your pleasure, Master," Baal begged.
"Since you begged so nicely, I shall," Jack said, though it was next to impossible for him to not move. He then gripped Baal's hips and began to pound into him with a fierceness born of passion and continued to hit Baal's prostate. "You don't cum until I tell you," he growled out, feeling his own internal burning boiling up. "You are mine. You do NOTHING without me, you don't exist without me...mine..." Jack panted, "All mine...oh yeah," he snarled thrusting harder and harder.
Baal was in blessed pain and pleasure, being filled, taken and claimed, feeling whole for the first time ever. He shook with desire, fighting himself not to cum as his master wanted of him, wanting to please him in all things, but with every stab to his prostate, every electrifying jolt of pleasure to his body, was making it next to impossible. "Please..." he begged, knowing he was so close.
Jack was close, very close and he wanted to feel the sweet pleasure and pain of having a tight ass squeeze his cock. With a hard slap upon Baal's ass cheek, he snarled "NOW!" and felt Baal's body convulse beneath him, and his tight hole clamp down like a vise on his hot cock...it was exquisite and it sent him over the edge.
He let Baal collapse beneath him, then pulled out, and turned Baal so he was facing him once again. "That was the end of lesson three...ownership." Jack said, running a hand up and down Baal's sweaty chest. "Who do you belong to?" he asked once more.
Baal felt boneless but managed to reach up and caress Jack's face, "You my lord," he panted out, and grinned wide as he saw Jack's dark eyes glowed, showing he was a true Goa'uld Master.
Daniel sprang up in bed and turned to see his lover was also sitting up, but he was curled up to himself, shaking. "Jack?" he asked, seeing and sensing his lover's distress. "Jack?" he asked again, moving slowly, unsure of what level of the nightmare Jack was in, as he had a tendency to get flashbacks, especially after a hard mission, but they hadn't had one in weeks, so was unsure what this was all about. "Love, are you okay?" he asked gently, slowly reaching out and placing his hand on Jack's arm.
"Danny?" Jack said, as he shook the last images of the nightmare that still lingered before his eyes away. "Oh Daniel," he said in relief and shifted immediately into his lover's arms, taking refuge within them. "It was horrible," he said, knowing Daniel would want to know, though he didn't think he could ever get himself to actually 'say' what happened in that nightmare. "I never want a dream like that again," he added, hoping his words were enough for Daniel to know it wasn't one of his typical flashbacks to Iraq or other moments in time, which thanks to Daniel's love, came less and less.
Daniel held Jack tightly, "Love, I told you not to mix spiced food and sweet together, they give you heartburn and that causes nightmares," Daniel said softly, not wanting to upset his precious lover, but needed him to know that such things could be avoided.
"Well, if I EVER get the desire to eat Cajun pizza and ice cream again, just remind me of tonight...in fact, don't bother, I think I'll swear off those things," Jack said, still shaking as the images flittered in and out of his vision. "Baby," he said softly, looking at his lover and soulmate, "make love to me...please?"
Daniel knew it had to have been a bad one for Jack to want him to top, for Jack preferred to be the dominate in their relationship...in bed, not that he ever denied Daniel his needs, it was just how they were and they fit perfectly. Daniel didn't say a thing and softly, tenderly kissed Jack's lips, caressing his body, as if wiping away the bad feelings and images that had his lover so shaken. "I love you," he whispered in between kisses, and gently laid Jack down upon the pillow and began to make slow, tender love to his man.
"I love you, too," Jack replied just as softly, closing his eyes and losing himself in his lover's tender and soul-soothing ministrations, forgetting the dream and replacing such images with love of his mate, Daniel.
"GUARDS!" Baal shouted as he sat up in his large bed, his face lined with sweat. He saw one of his night guards rush in and bow.
"What does my lord command of me?" the Jaffa asked, head bowed and on one knee, so he could get up and do his god's wishes quickly.
"Find the one who prepared my last meal and have him killed. Also have someone bring me a cup of Tashalen tea," Baal' snarled, as he got out of bed and gathered another robe to place over the one he was currently wearing.
"As you wish it shall be done," the Jaffa said and departed quickly, closing the door behind him.
Baal tied the second robe closed and moved to the window that provided him a view of the stars and rubbed his chest. He knew that it had to be the poor quality of food that spurred on the heartburn, which he had failed in keeping the host body from suffering from this night, but also responsible for the nightmare he had just had.
"As if O'Neill would ever rule over me," he snarled to his own reflection. He then recalled the images of O'Neill, his power, and his strength. He then remembered how the man had resisted him, even after being tortured to death over a dozen times, "such spirit," he mused to himself, and then closed his eyes and once again envisioned O'Neill, his eyes glowing as if he were one of them...ruling over him...taking him.
Baal then snapped open his eyes and moved to his chamber door and opened it seeing three of the four guards that kept post at night. "I have decided to be merciful. If the person who made tonight's meal still breaths, have him tossed into the dungeon instead, so he may consider the error of this night," he stated.
"As you wish," one of the Jaffa said, as all three were on their knees, head bowed.
Baal turned to leave and closed the door, then stopped a deep, dark and wicked grin appeared upon his face. "Also, find out where SG-1 will be next...I think I will extend a...personal invitation to O'Neill," he said, then closed his door, not waiting for an answer, as he mentally made his plans.