I Thought He Was My Friend
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Category:
Stargate: SG-1 › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
7,396
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Stargate: SG1, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 6
I think this will finish in a couple of more chapters if anyone's interested...
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Daniel woke up.
The news both thrilled and scared me. Apparently after I left guard duty, he came to. Daniel was dazed, confused to why he was in so much pain, why the Colonel looked like he hadn't slept in days or why a guard was posted to his door.
Daniel said he couldn't remember anything.
He remembered only up til the Colonel left on his ruse. Daniel couldn't remember much else but flashes of pain.
Or so he claimed.
I was off the hook. Daniel never told anyone. It was our secret. Ours alone. Somehow, it made me feel closer to Daniel; even closer than my dick in his sweet, tight ass.
For over a month though, Daniel didn't return. And I heard a rumor that due to his trauma, the Colonel moved him into his home to help him.
Fucking bitch.
Bitch got what he wanted, huh? All domestic and cozy in Colonel O'Neill's home. Sacked up and probably repaying good ole Jack with his ass up in the air.
Slut.
When I first heard the rumor, I went into the locker room and took a scalding hot shower that matched my fury. Daniel was mine. Mine, damn it. I filled his virgin ass first. It was my cum he swallowed. He bled for me first. I was his first. And now he was O'Neill's little traumatized whore.
It was hard to pretend it didn't bother me. Off duty, I staked outside the house and watched Jack help Daniel to the couch, the porch, and to that homemade observatory on the roof. I bet Daniel liked to be fucked under the stars.
O'Neill brainwashed him. He brought Daniel home, plied a little TLC and made Daniel really forget about me. The Colonel wasn't fooling me. He was probably molesting my Daniel in his sleep. I heard Daniel took pills. For nightmares, they said. O'Neill probably had Daniel drugged every night so he could shove his dick high up Daniel's ass; a place only I touched before.
No. NO.
Daniel was mine. My friend, my piece of ass, he belonged to me.
I began to plan. My pseudo sister sick again. I left for my leave three days later. I got what I needed and got a place to go.
It was time to get Daniel back.
I'm coming, Daniel. Wait for me.
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Daniel woke up.
The news both thrilled and scared me. Apparently after I left guard duty, he came to. Daniel was dazed, confused to why he was in so much pain, why the Colonel looked like he hadn't slept in days or why a guard was posted to his door.
Daniel said he couldn't remember anything.
He remembered only up til the Colonel left on his ruse. Daniel couldn't remember much else but flashes of pain.
Or so he claimed.
I was off the hook. Daniel never told anyone. It was our secret. Ours alone. Somehow, it made me feel closer to Daniel; even closer than my dick in his sweet, tight ass.
For over a month though, Daniel didn't return. And I heard a rumor that due to his trauma, the Colonel moved him into his home to help him.
Fucking bitch.
Bitch got what he wanted, huh? All domestic and cozy in Colonel O'Neill's home. Sacked up and probably repaying good ole Jack with his ass up in the air.
Slut.
When I first heard the rumor, I went into the locker room and took a scalding hot shower that matched my fury. Daniel was mine. Mine, damn it. I filled his virgin ass first. It was my cum he swallowed. He bled for me first. I was his first. And now he was O'Neill's little traumatized whore.
It was hard to pretend it didn't bother me. Off duty, I staked outside the house and watched Jack help Daniel to the couch, the porch, and to that homemade observatory on the roof. I bet Daniel liked to be fucked under the stars.
O'Neill brainwashed him. He brought Daniel home, plied a little TLC and made Daniel really forget about me. The Colonel wasn't fooling me. He was probably molesting my Daniel in his sleep. I heard Daniel took pills. For nightmares, they said. O'Neill probably had Daniel drugged every night so he could shove his dick high up Daniel's ass; a place only I touched before.
No. NO.
Daniel was mine. My friend, my piece of ass, he belonged to me.
I began to plan. My pseudo sister sick again. I left for my leave three days later. I got what I needed and got a place to go.
It was time to get Daniel back.
I'm coming, Daniel. Wait for me.