I Thought He Was My Friend

Sorry for the length of this story. I hope people are still reading despite this...
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Daniel seemed subdued the past few days. No longer did he throw that ugly word at me, but he also fell silent and went through our daily routine without protest. Something in his eyes died but I couldn't pinpoint what.

I eased up on our routine. I ached because I missed being buried deep within him at night, but he needed to heal now that I was purging him again. He felt stronger during his Kegels, earnestly trying to push me out seemed to help even though it was torture not to thrust when he did.

Sometimes, I would just hold him; spoon behind him in my uniform. I would talk about the old exhibits we both saw while I kissed the back of his neck and fondled him. But he never commented, never tried to squirm out of my hold.

I…I missed him.

I'd tried to coax something out of him. I even loosened the ties a few days ago, leaving only his left ankle tied. I got a small smile from him for it. Another one as I applied ointment to his chafed wrists and ankles. I wanted to give him the chance to touch me when we make love again. Daniel understood now that there was nowhere to go. I hike thirty minutes each time down to the main road where I hide my car to drive into town. Usually, I drug Daniel before I go, returning in time to tenderly thrust him awake.

But even that extra amount of freedom only earned me a small smile. Minutes only and then nothing.

I kept him fed, watered, and purged. Daniel didn't want to understand why I was doing this. He would close his eyes and roll to his side when I try to tell him why I had to get him away from the Colonel.

I'm losing him.

It made me mad at times. I lay awake at night, tangled around Daniel. I would press my face deep into his hair and I could still smell another scent on him. Another man. Everything I'd done for Daniel, made him cum, purged him daily, and he still smelled like someone else's whore. I know Daniel still thinks about him.

"Let's go," I stood there in my old SGC uniform and untied his leg bind. I re-shackled and cuffed him. It was a warm night, stifling in the cabin, suffocating when Daniel ignored my attempts to talk. It frustrated me considering Daniel used to seek me out to talk and we would converse for hours over dinner.

Daniel sat up, wincing, looking at me cautiously. It wasn't breakfast. I fed him his lunch and he ached still from his last purge. I didn't blame him for his wariness. Breaking from routine must be confusing for him and I shouldn't detour from his relearning. I was saving this as a reward, but now, I saw it as a chance to stop Daniel from completely disintegrating before me.

"I have a surprise for you." I smiled, hoping to disarm him.

It didn't work. Daniel sat hunched on our bed, his eyes narrowed.

I reached over and yanked on his cuffs until he got up to his feet. Daniel swayed but remained upright.

"We're going outside," I said brusquely. Selfish bitch. Daniel had to kill the moment.

Daniel stilled. He wouldn't move even when I yanked harder. "No," he whispered. He looked down and swallowed. "I…can't…Frank…not like this…" He gestured helplessly to himself.

I couldn't help myself. My annoyance melted. My Daniel was so modest, it was endearing.

"Daniel, there's NOTHING up here." I smiled and pulled him closer to me to reassure him. Daniel fidgeted as I pressed myself close to him. I kissed the top of his head. He smelled clean. I'd scrubbed him clean after the enemas and his skin was still pink from where I used the scour pad to try and get rid of where the Colonel must have touched.

I stroked one pink patch in the back of his thighs, just under his buttocks. Daniel jumped. "Short of my satellite phone," I nodded towards the cabinet where I kept my bag. "You can't even get a cell signal up here!"

Oddly, it didn't seem to reassure him. His shoulders slumped. Daniel offered no more resistance as I led him out the backdoor.

It was late summer and I admired how the sun lit my Daniel's pale skin. Mm, a little sunlight would do him good. Daniel was pale, almost ashen. The light dusting of sun he enjoyed being off world a lot was gone.

Daniel squinted, unaccustomed to the sun even though it was early evening. He blinked when his eyes stopped watering and he took in what he was standing on.

"You told me about this place," I said softly as I drank in his nude body standing on the dock. He's a bit thinner but all it did was accentuate his narrow hips and his pale ass. Daniel stood there, unaware of his beauty and the power he has over me, curling his toes on the wood. There were times, I found myself staring speechless at him. And he was so oblivious to the fact half the base wanted to bend him over a desk; it just made him more captivating and more vulnerable to those perverted vultures out there.

Daniel frowned to himself, trying to remember, and my gut tightened. It reminded me of when he was back in his office, long fingers brushing across some artifact.

"Here?" Daniel looked over his shoulder. He turned back hastily when he saw my heated gaze. His shoulders rounded around himself like a turtle. He stood with his legs close together and shivered in the evening air.

"Your fishing cabin."

Daniel started and spun around, eyes wide.

God, he looked beautiful standing there. I went over and placed my hands on his shoulders and gently turn him back around to look at the lake. I pressed up against his back. Daniel must be cold. He was shivering.

"You told me how he never took you up there. He took that jaffa. Even asked his 2IC, but not you," I whispered huskily into his ear. "I knew what you wanted when you told me about this place. I found this place afterwards and got a picture of that cabin. This dock over the lake, the deck, the furniture…" I mouthed his earlobe and tightened my grip when he jumped.

"Exact copy, Daniel. For you."

Daniel was speechless, stock still as I pressed even closer, my chest flushed to his back, my clothed crotch rubbing against the curve of his butt. The zipper on my bdu jacket scratched him and I licked the faint pink abrasion between his shoulders.

"I told you about this place—"

"When we first went out to dinner," I reminded him. I heard the longing even then and began the search the very next day.

"My God," Daniel's voice trembled. "W…why?"

I tongued along the bony edge of his shoulder blades.

"Get on your hands and knees, Daniel."

Daniel jerked but I held him close to me. "What?" He shook. He knew what I wanted to do for him. "No…Frank…no…not here…"

I pressed my knee behind his, forcing it to bend. Daniel struggled. So shy. It was this inexperience I wanted to taste because I knew once taught, Daniel would be addicted for my cock to split his body. He was nervous. I get that, but I already told him we were alone up here.

"He won't fuck you up there," I rasped before pressing my hands down on his shoulders and pushed him to his knees. Don't be scared, Daniel.

"So I will."

Daniel panicked. Daniel fought my efforts. No soft words or touches could calm him down. I knew if I didn't show him, he would never appreciate what we have, what I want to give him.

We wrestled briefly and Daniel's amazingly combative despite his weakened condition. As charming I thought his apprehension was, he was still a man, not some blushing virgin teenager and enough was enough. Knocking out his feet, twisting his cuffs so he couldn't strike me, I had him on his belly in a few moves. I lay across him and reached between us to undo my fly.

"You wanted this," I reminded him as I pulled myself out. "You told me about this place."

"I didn't want…" Daniel's voice stuttered as he gasped. "Please, don't do this. Not here. Not here. Oh God, please, no, no, no, no…"

"Shh…" I lined myself up. "Don't be nervous. I told you. We're alone. I'll make it good for you. I always do." I groaned as I pushed at his opening. His ring flexed protectively but I kept pressing until finally, it relaxed reluctantly and accepted me.

Daniel squirmed harder. "Don't do this! Don't!" Daniel was sobbing hard now. All the hostility and defiance was gone. He was touched, unable to believe I would do this for him.

"Shh…" I shushed him as I pressed forward and carefully shift my hips forward. "It's okay, baby. Don't be scared." I kissed his quivering back as I continued. Daniel wailed as I stretched him with difficulty, filled him until my balls slapped him lightly on the ass. Shit, so tight. I could barely move inside him as he tensed, his body rigid. "You feel so good. So fucking perfect." I hissed and pulled him back up on his knees.

Daniel flailed, forced to rock forward on his hands and knees as I thrust once, then twice, then…I lost control. I tried to go slow, but he was just…he felt so good. Daniel felt like molten heat around me, his skin damp with sweat and gleaming in the blood red sunset. Fire in my loins. He drew fire around my cock and I couldn't hold back. Next time. Next time, baby.

The sun was setting, lighting his skin afire, his hair golden. His upper body arched towards the lake as I pounded into him hard and deep. His body was long, lean and graceful like a dancer, arching as we fitted with each other. We were dancing inside him, pulsing like one. There was no me and Daniel anymore. Just us.

"This is for you," I grunted as I pulled out almost completely, and then I surged forward again. "I did this all…for…YOU!"

Daniel's cries were lost in our lovemaking. No one was around to hear, so I didn't muffle his screams, adding my grunts as our bodies slapped against each other wetly. We echoed across the lake; our passion swirled around us deafening our ears. He rocked against my hips, shaking violently. His head threw back, mouth working, sweat dripping down his body, as I rammed deep into his prostate, touching where the Colonel had touched, marking that spot as mine. MINE!

One blow made him gasp and his arms collapsed under him. Daniel crashed to the dock, his face smashed to the dock, raising his ass to a perfect angle that made me roar. My lower back complained as I bodily propelled my hips into a sharp, slicing pace to take advantage of the new angle Daniel offered. My eyes blurred as I heaved, my t-shirt sticking to me, my knees stinging for kneeling in the cold wood.

Daniel keened weakly as I rode his ass unrestrained now, my own back arching as I dove into his body. His neck must ache like that, bent awkwardly as he stared out to the lake, his tears running down to the dock, his arms flopped away from his body. Daniel didn't fight anymore and let me take him, his body rocking back and forth with me. I pistoned within him, my strokes easier as my cum slicked his rectum. White and creamy cum dribbled out with each thrust and pooled behind his knees. But he wasn't hard, lost in my cock. I reached over and grabbed and pulled. Daniel made a low and soft sound as I yanked to my pace and his hips twitched, hungry to keep up with me.

So good. He felt magnificent around me. My sweet Daniel lay there before me and offered everything he had. I felt vindicated here; possessing him under the sky, my cock wet and slick in his body. I could feel his pulse around me. His heartbeat rapid with each thrust. He took everything I offered, his body complacent on the dock, his body swaying with my hips like the waves lapping against our deck.

I grunted with each thrust; I shouted my triumph each time I came. Daniel shivered as I filled him, his body acknowledging my claim and milking my dick dry into him. It was like his mouth; his ass feeding and suckling me, drinking every drop because he desired no other. I'm glad I showed him this gift. Daniel will now truly understand what I've done for him and with each stroke into his pliant body, I erased one more line of the Colonel's picture tattooing his skin.

When the sun was completely gone from our lake, Daniel came under the cloak of darkness. He quivered minutely and spilled shyly into my hands. I smeared it on my cock to ease my way back in him. He was so open to me; boneless and liquid around me. Perfect. Just as I imagined it would be like here. For you, Daniel. This was all for you.

When my legs shook, muscles quivering with the strain, I folded over him, crushing him to the dock. Daniel never made a sound, even as I rolled him over so I could cradle him against my body.

Daniel trembled, barely moving and let me maneuver him across my lap. I rested my limp cock against his belly. I had nothing left. We sat there in the dark, panting. It was the perfect moment; better than I had ever hoped.

I could smell salty tears as I kissed the corner of his mouth.

"I love you, Daniel," I whispered.

Daniel didn't answer me. His breathing hitched and I pressed his head to my chest when he cried.