The Dutiful Son
The Truth Unveiled
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Title: The Truth Unveiled
Area 52, and all others with permission
Warnings: daddy-kink, language
am only borrowing them from the brilliant creators of the show, MGM, and the
Sci-Fi Channel.
Author’s
Notes:
- This is a missing
scene from Critical Mass after
Asgards remove the - This is part of the
“Dutiful Son” series, which begins with the Sheppard/Sumner pairing. It is
not necessary to read the other parts to understand this story, but it
will help to explain why John reacts to
find the series here:
added my own little twist on the Goa`uld’s ultimate reason for coming to
Atlantis and the Pegasus Galaxy, so don’t hold me accountable when this really
doesn’t happen on future episodes.
John
stood outside the detention area trying to find the right words to say, but
what exactly was he suppose to say to the man he had been fucking around with
for months, the man who had pleasured him beyond belief, the man who had a
Goa`uld in his head? How long had the snake been inside
fucked him all these months or was it
all those times his body had claimed John’s? Was Steven in a living hell
watching helplessly as the
and shot his hot sticky spunk inside the pathetic human who needed a daddy to
play with in the bedroom?
John
felt himself blushing in shame and mumbled to himself, “You are a sick bastard
John.” He wanted to find out the truth from the
the snake would confirm his suspicions. What if it had been the
faith than to find out that Earth’s worst enemy had wormed themselves into
Atlantis by manipulating and using Atlantis’ commanding military officer.
On
the other hand,
on his last visit to Earth, which meant that last night’s encounter in John’s
quarters was the only time a snake had fucked with him. “This is why you’re not
supposed to get involved with anyone at work John,” he reprimanded himself.
He
stared at the door that led to
that had been used to house Steve the Wraith. Steve had proven himself to be
quite beneficial when he unknowingly allowed himself to be the guinea pig in an
experiment, which ultimately killed the Wraith. Now, the cell held Steven, who
he admitted to caring about, and he was unsure how to approach the parasite
that had control of his lover. “How the fuck do I even know if Steven or that
thing inside him is my lover?”
Grateful
that he was alone, John began to pace back and forth across the small foyer
working the possible scenarios out in his mind. Last night’s encounter had been
no different from their other encounters. It seemed to have been his Caldwell
touching and kissing him, but he knew that the snake had to have been in
Caldwell by then, which could only mean that the Goa`uld was either a really
quick learner, or he had been with John before in another sexual escapade. “Why
in the hell would a
Caldwell the first couple of times, right?” He felt the first signs of a
tension headache creeping up his neck, and he massaged the back of his neck in
an attempt to ease the tension. What he didn’t understand was why the
the first place. What was there to gain by bedding him? It’s not like
relationship to his advantage. If anything, their relationship allowed John
more leeway in disputing
“Okay,
hopefully last night was the only time this fucking snake touched me,” John
spoke softly to himself unable to hold in the shudder of disgust, but why would
the Goa`uld come to him last night? What was there to gain from fucking him?
“Maybe the snake was just horny and knew where he could get some action. I mean
they chose the human body as a host for a reason, right?”
He
stopped pacing and stood in front of the doors once again reluctant to enter
into the prisoner’s cell. “Okay, you can do this John. What’s the worst thing
the fucker can say? That it was in control of
using you like some whore, laughing at the pathetic mortal who’s into
daddy-kink?” He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants not believing the amount of
nervousness and tension he felt in his body. He knew deep down that the
of dread settling in the pit of his stomach.
He
stepped closer to the door watching it opening slowly revealing the
floor of the cell. He nodded in the direction of the two guards signaling for
them to leave him alone with the prisoner. He approached the cell slowly
watching as the prisoner stood up and walked towards him.
“Colonel
Sheppard, so nice of you to join us,”
voice.
John
ignored the ‘us’ remark and instead focused the conversation on Atlantis.
“Sorry about ruining your plans to destroy Atlantis. I mean you went through so
much trouble only to fail.”
The
slowly, “I wouldn’t say I was a complete failure.”
“Have
you planned any other surprises?”
Caldwell
sighed in disgust, “Why don’t you just ask me?”
John
feigned innocence, “Ask you what?”
“You know what…although you didn’t seem to mind last night when I had my tongue
up your ass.” John stared in horror as the
his tongue in the air mimicking his actions from the night before. “You taste
so fucking good. I can still taste you on my tongue. In my mouth…umm…I can
still smell you on my cock.”
John
felt his hands slightly shaking but he refused to let the
enjoyed yourself.”
“I
always do when I’m inside you.”
It
was such a simple statement but it had mammoth ramifications, “Always?”
John’s question. “Why me? Is it because you needed me to help you with your
plans?”
“I
wanted you,”
“Wanted
me for what?”
“You
are an exquisite example of why the
their ideal host. You are beautiful, and I had to have you.”
“For
how long?” John asked stepping closer to the prisoner’s cell.
“See,
now that’s the real question isn’t it? You want to know if it’s been me all
along don’t you?”
John
swallowed nervously, “Yes.”
“You
want to know if
“I’m
not sick,” John defended.
hardening bulge in his pants and stroked it lightly. “You don’t think wanting
your daddy’s cock in you is sick?”
“Not
that I have to defend myself with you, but I don’t really want my daddy inside
me. I just like authority and being out of control.” John explained watching
“You
want it now don’t you?” the
getting hot thinking about what I would do to you if you were inside this cell
with me.”
John
tore his eyes away from
himself staring into a set of glowing eyes that were practically undressing
him. “I don’t want you. I thought you were
“And
the times before that?”
John
felt his knees giving out and he inadvertently grabbed a horizontal bar for
support, “There were other times?”
slowly placed his hands on the same bar as Sheppard’s. Mere inches separated the
two men. He stared intently into John’s eyes enjoying the kaleidoscope of
emotions on Sheppard’s face. “Let’s just say last night was not the only time
I’ve tasted your sweet essence.”
John
jumped away from the cell when he felt the Goa`uld’s fingers caressing his own.
He wondered how he could have been so careless as to let the thing so close.
“When was the first time?”
“Put
your hand back on the bar and I will tell you.”
John
knew from SGC reports that the
and he wasn’t willing to take the chance. “I don’t think so, but why don’t you
tell me anyway.”
“And
why would I do that?”
“Because
you enjoyed yourself at my expense,” John replied irritated with the game the
Caldwell
shook his head in disbelief, “John, let’s be honest shall we? You’re the one
who spread your legs so willingly and so often for me and for Sumner, so don’t
act all innocent and betrayed. It doesn’t suit you my little slut.”
John
raked a hand through his hair in frustration, “Answer the fucking question!”
“You’re
so fucking hot when you get angry…”
“Shut
up!” John was angry with himself for losing control, but the bastard was
pushing all his buttons. Thankfully, he heard a familiar voice in his headset
interrupting his failed attempt at interrogation. “Go ahead
“I
just wanted to let you know that the Asgard are ready to perform the procedure
on Colonel Caldwell, so let me know when you are finished interrogating the
Goa`uld.”
John
stared at Caldwell who was looking back at him with an intense glare, “I’m
through with it. The snake has nothing useful to say, so I guess we can let the
Asgard do their thing.”
“Good,
I’ll let Hermiod know that he can begin,” Weir responded ending the radio
transmission.
“Well,
I guess it’s time to say goodbye to your host. I hope you don’t mind being
beamed out into space,” John smiled.
“It
is sad that I have to leave you and your pretty little ass, but I’m sure he’ll
enjoy it.”
John
turned around and began walking towards the exit, “Just for the record, I don’t
believe you. You had me once, and you won’t live long enough to have me again.”
Caldwell
watched Sheppard leaving enjoying the view, “That may be true, but I wouldn’t
go shoving your tongue down the good Colonel’s mouth when I’m dead and gone. He
just might just bite it off.”
Sheppard
stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at the
snake, “Well then, I guess being the good little slut that I am, I’d better
just drop to my knees and suck him off. That’ll earn his devotion don’t you
think?”
The
human leaving the room admiring Sheppard’s confidence and passion. He knew that
Sheppard left full of doubt and disbelief; not knowing if the real Caldwell had
ever been his lover, but he valiantly turned his back on the only being in
Atlantis who could tell him the truth. Of course, in the grand scheme of
things, the truth Sheppard was seeking was trivial at best. The ultimate truth
of why the
imagined. The
set a bomb off to destroy Atlantis; thus keeping the Wraith out of their
galaxy, but the real reason for Caldwell’s implantation had never entered their
primitive minds.
closed behind Sheppard.
had become physically attached to Sheppard. He had been a fool, and now Ba`al
would be left to devise another plan of attack. The bomb had been a fluke, a
way to create chaos and distrust among the Tau`ri, but the most important part
of the plan had failed miserably. Ba`al had sent him to Atlantis not to destroy
it but to take control over Sheppard. His symbiote was meant to jump into
Sheppard, kill
Sheppard back to Earth through the Stargate, but ultimately he was unable to
sentence the beautiful Sheppard to a lifetime of slavery. He knew that Ba`al
would find another way of getting to Sheppard, but for the time being the human
was safe from Ba`al and his plans to use Ancient Technology against the Ori.
Ba`al was convinced that implanting Sheppard with a
and using the Ancient Technology he had collected over the years was the best
defense against the Ori. Ba`al believed that Sheppard’s ability to work Ancient
Technology, along with the resilience and strength of a symbiote, would not
only be the key to defeating the Ori, but also the final step needed to take
over Earth and to enslave the Tau`ri civilization.
brightness, the Goa’uld held on for dear life hoping that the Asgard beam would
fail to remove it from
spinal tissue, but it knew that it was of no use holding on. The Asgard beam
ripped it from its host and beamed it out into the cold dark bitterness of
space. For one fleeting moment, the Goa`uld wished that it had taken Sheppard
as a host, but Sheppard’s beauty and Caldwell’s strong feelings for the man had
been too much to overcome, and ultimately his failure would not only lead to
its death, but possibly to the demise of all Goa’uld.
The
End
couldn’t resist, and it leaves the door open for more exploration into Caldwell
and Sheppard’s relationship and Ba`al needing Sheppard’s ATA Gene to defeat the
Ori.
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