I Thought He Was My Friend

I couldn’t move; couldn't breathe.

Daniel was barely audible but out here, by our lake, I heard him as clear as a bell.

No. NO.

"Why?" I rasped to his sleeping form. "Damn you, why can't you forget him?"

I took him, loved him, purged him, and still it wasn't my name he called out. I've tattooed his skin with my cum. I filled him inside with my essence. Daniel's mine. MINE damn it.

"Daniel," I whispered urgently. I moved against him again, roughly rubbing up against him, forcing his cock to swell.

"Daniel, he's not here. He never was. He doesn't love you! I do!"

Murky blue eyes opened again. Then shut.

"Ja…"

"No!" I slammed bodily into him, crushing him to the chair. "He's not here! I am! Me, damn it!"

Daniel groaned, flopping on the chair as I pounded into him.

I had enough. I scooped him up. This place…this place wasn't us. It never was.

I shed my clothes angrily as I went back into the house. Daniel moaned when I threw him down to the mattress. I climbed on top of him and grabbed his flushed face between my hands.

"He's not here," I hissed to him. Daniel blinked lazily at me, uncaring. Did he even see me?

I forced his legs apart with my knee, lying heavily on him. Daniel made a small sound of discomfort, breathing hitching under my weight.

My erection thumped angrily against Daniel's hip. Daniel stirred, squirming restlessly, his arms pinned above his head by my fist. Daniel struggled, but it was little effort and I lined myself up with his anus easily.

Daniel's flushed, mouth still gaping open, silently working but nothing audibly. But I knew who he was trying to call for.

My eyes burned. "Selfish," I seethed. "That's what you are!" Memory guided my cock and I pushed.

Daniel cried out weakly, his head still shaking. He moaned pitifully.

Even his body fought me. I pushed, finding myself blocked. The head of my cock popped through and nothing more.

"Nuh…nu…" Tears leaked down Daniel's face. His back curved up against me. He twisted, his arms like spaghetti as he tried to break free, to stop me.

"Why wouldn't you let me in?" I snarled. I snapped my hips forward, slamming into Daniel.

He screamed.

I held him down as he convulsed. He was shocked out of his haze somehow. Daniel thrashed and bucked wildly, his body slamming against mine, legs kicking.

I stayed between them. I snarled. I still feel blocked inside. It was like Daniel was fighting to keep me out. Halfway in, I could feel his rectum push and push, trying to force me out. And he was still screaming.

My cock hurt as I tried to breach him, grunting as I felt like a physical force was gripping me, stilling my progress. No! I'd worked too hard, too long, to lose him. I wasn't going to let the Colonel win!

"You're going to call out my name. Mine!" I spat out, my hands gripped his head. I could feel the heat through my skin, sweat dripping to our bed below.

I thrust, shoved as hard as I could and Daniel's body finally yielded. My cock slid in until I was fully sheathed. I growled triumphantly and began a punishing pace, slamming into Daniel, trying to reclaim him, refill him with my seed. He's mine! I was going to fill him, mark him again.

Daniel seemed more aware now, his breathing harsh gasps with each thrust. He was reduced to pained sounds, sounding almost like when we were on the docks or when Daniel asked me to make love to him. Wordless, meaningless, sounds that came with each thrust. Our bodies slapped wetly against each other; slick, the bitter musk of our cum coating our bodies.

Mine, mine, mine, my hips chanted as I hovered over Daniel, kneeling so my thrusts could go into him more powerfully.

Something foul and hot gushed over me and my lips curled back when I realized Daniel's bowels emptied. He was still filthy inside from the Colonel. I roared, slammed my fist onto Daniel's stomach as I reared back from the disgusting mess and surged forward with all my might.

And I felt it; as my cock pushed past the blockade inside, I felt him tearing. A tender, swollen wall flexed around me, then caved.

The bloodcurdling scream Daniel gave covered up the noise of the door being kicked down and running feet.

"Son of a—Get off him!"

I felt a hard body tackled me around the middle, hauling me off Daniel.

"No!" I roared. I could feel Daniel's blood and feces on me. I needed to cum in him, retake him. Not yet! I lunged back for him. Someone swore and fists flew at me. I snarled, returning blows, but it seemed like I was fighting a dozen men, blows zipping past my defenses. I wheezed as a fist slammed into my solar poleax, my face, my chest. Someone was screaming at me. Daniel was still screaming. With both in my ears, I couldn't think; only act. I was being pulled away from the pale body contorted in agony. I kept trying to reach him. Someone was pushing me back.

I screamed Daniel was mine and fought. Daniel's covered in my loins and it justified my ownership. Who were these fuckers trying to take Daniel away? He was mine. I took him first. I WAS his first! No one can take—

"Sergeant, shut the fuck up!"

A breath stealing blow slammed into me and my voice caught. My knees lost all feeling and I found myself falling to the ground. I hit the floor, my eyesight darkening.

Daniel, I thought as I faded. I could hear him screaming for me, his agony from the loss hurt to hear.

Daniel, I'm sorry, I managed in my mind just before everything went black.

"God, don't do this…"

I tasted blood in my mouth.

"Come on. Breathe! Don't do this…"

I woke and found I could barely see.

"Jack—"

"I'm trying!"

He was here.

Keeping silent, I squinted through swollen eyes and found I was cuffed to the other side of the room.

The Colonel was on the bed, straddling my Daniel, bouncing on our bed up and down.

He was giving CPR.

An older man was by Daniel's legs. Vaguely, I realized I'd seen him before. Tok'ra, I think. Carter. He was General Carter once. He stood over Daniel, his right hand gloved with what could only be a Gouald hand device.

"Jack, Selmac and I can't heal him if he's de—"

"HE'S NOT DEAD!" The look on the Colonel froze me. It was fear. Pure fear.

"Come on, Danny. Not now, damn it. We were so close. You can't do—"

Daniel coughed.

Thank God.

The Colonel hurriedly lifted Daniel's head to his lap.

"H…hey." The Colonel's voice cracked.

Daniel moaned, his eyes shut. He began to sob, his legs kicking in agony.

"Daniel?" The Colonel sounded panicked. "What's…what's wrong?" He directed that question to the Tok'ra.

General Carter sounded just as panicked. I snarled under my breath when I saw him place a hand on Daniel's flank, trying to still him. Daniel reacted when I couldn't; he threw his head back and moaned. Something brown flooded out of him and trickled down the bed to the floor.

"Christ." The Colonel didn't sound disgusted. He sounded scared. "Shhh…you're okay, Daniel. It's okay. I'm here…I'm—What's wrong with him?"

"I…I don't know. Danny, can you tell us where it hurts? Jack, we can't do anything unless we know. We have to visualize—"
"Does it look like he can tell you anything?"

I clenched and flexed my arms. I wanted to go to him. His agony called to me. He soiled himself with shit and blood. Inside. Something's gone wrong inside—

Oh God.

I…I did this.

"Jack, I'm going to have to…have to check inside."

The Colonel stared at him in shocked silence. Then he swallowed hard.

"Yeah, okay. I…shit…Sh…Hang on, Daniel. It won't hurt soon."

I wanted to scream when I saw the Tok'ra take a deep breath, then carefully wiggled inside a finger into Daniel's rectum. The answering sob made my eyes burn. Oh God, what have I done?

Like a wounded animal, Daniel was whimpering incoherently. The Colonel spoke to him in low tones, his hand brushing back Daniel's hair. Daniel moaned and whimpered, lost in pain but still aware enough that someone else other than me was touching him there.

"Christ."

"Jacob? What? What is it?"

General Carter raised his head. I couldn't see him, but the Colonel tensed.

"Jack…I need you to hold him down."

"What?"

"There's…Christ…there's something…inside…I…I…I have to get it out."

The Colonel looked down at Daniel, shaking his head. "Can't…no…he's had enough. Can't we wait til we get him to—"

"He can't wait any more!"

The Colonel kept his eyes on Daniel. My Daniel, his bloodshot shot eyes were open, but unseeing. Still whimpering. Still bleeding.

"Okay." The Colonel squeezed his eyes shut before moving both his hands to brace Daniel's hips. "Ready."

General Carter wiped his hand clean, settled it on Daniel's head before pulling on a latex glove. He shuddered and then…

"NOOOO!" Daniel arched completely off the bed before they could hold him down. Daniel fought, arms and legs thrashing uncontrollably as Carter tried to pull out the rolled up gauze I left inside Daniel to stop the bleeding.

Daniel screamed and begged for me to stop. He said my name around a sob and the Colonel's lips pressed together when he heard. He bent his head, whispering to Daniel until finally, thankfully, Daniel's cries faded.

"Done," General Carter rasped. He didn't show the Colonel the long roll, almost an inch thick. But from where I was, I could see the blood soaked item I unknowingly shoved past his prostate and into his colon. Carter threw it to the ground with a snarl, then refitted himself with the hand device.

The warm beam caressed my Daniel, casting his exposed genitals in a golden light. I raged they are seeing my Daniel, naked before them, touching him, but neither commented. The Colonel quietly took off his camouflage vest and jacket and draped them over Daniel, covering his torso.

"…ack?"

Daniel's weak voice still audibly held disbelief. The general was still hovering his hand over Daniel's lower stomach. The bleeding had stopped, his bowels quieted, and the convulsions stilled.

"Hey." The Colonel gave him a watery smile. It seemed like he couldn't think of anything else to say. "Hey."

Daniel's lips moved. The Colonel lowered his head to hear better. His head jerked back up. He looked stunned.

"No," he choked. Suddenly, he cradled Daniel's head, hunched over him protectively. "I…I've never stopped looking. I went to get Jacob to help. Daniel, I never stopped looking. Then someone called about some twenties, I—" The Colonel kissed Daniel's brow. "God, I took too long. Too long. I'm so sorry. I should have found you sooner."

Daniel said something else that ended with a breathless sob.

The Colonel shook his head. "It doesn't change anything, Daniel. Not to me." He ran his fingers through Daniel's hair. "Just stay with me, okay? You made it this far. Just stay. Please…"

I couldn't look away. I could tell the hand device could only help the most grievous. Daniel was still slipping away. I could see it on the Colonel's face.

I could hear others coming, shouting as more poured in through the shattered door. Someone hauled me to my feet and I craned to see as I was dragged out of the cabin. The last sight I had of Daniel was him slumped against the Colonel, eyes shut, the Colonel's hunched and shaking shoulders over him.