I Thought He Was My Friend

I bided my time, watching the two relax, fall into a routine I could infiltrate. It's been a little over two months now and I know they think they're safe. Daniel's all settled in with the Colonel, still on medical leave, still claiming he couldn't remember.

I watched as the Colonel left Daniel, nodded subtly to the unmarked car across the street and went to the base. Like clockwork. After a week of watching this, I knew what I needed to do.

The Colonel made a point to call my Daniel around noon to make sure he ate. Then, near the end of the day, one more call before heading home.

That will be my window of opportunity: noon.

I dispatched the guard easily enough, stuffed his body into the trunk, and changed into his uniform. I checked in with the SGC then watched Daniel shuffle around the living room through the window. My heart stopped when Daniel unexpectedly stopped, peered through the window and gave me a hesitant wave. I nodded back, then turned quickly away. Daniel didn't recognize me with my shades on.

I waited until Daniel got the noon call. I waited until Daniel hung up, smiling. I waited another hour before I came up the door and knocked.

When Daniel opened the door, he frowned a little when he saw the uniform before he gave me a shy smile. I wanted to grab him, kiss him right there.

"Uh," Daniel stepped behind the door. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but Jack was pretty insistent on not letting me know about you guys out there?" Another heart stopping small smile and Daniel opened the door wider.

"Sorry, Dr. Jackson." I deepened my voice and Daniel didn't seem to notice. "I just got a call in about SG-1—"

The door was opened wide now and Daniel stood there, clad in loose fitting sweats. "Jack? What happened? Is he alright? Is it Sam? Teal'c?"

I expected his reaction, that's why I chose that opening, but to hear him say the Colonel's name with such familiarity made my gut tighten with rage.

"I need you to come with me, sir." I kept my voice even. "General Hammond insisted I escort you safely back to base."

I don't think Daniel heard me. He was already nodding, moving away from the door. "Uh, sure. I uh, need to change. Clothes. God, my notes…is it PKL533? Or is it…" Daniel was growing agitated. He didn't realize I was completely in, the door shut behind me. "Can you tell me what ha—" Daniel froze when he turned back to face me.

Damn.

I could see memory bleeding back into him. Daniel's face went white and he staggered back a step.

"Hello, Daniel." I took off my shades.

Abruptly, Daniel twisted around and bolted for the bedroom.

Oh no you don't!

Daniel's visibly weaker since his hospital stay and my stride was longer than his. I easily reached him before his hand could wrap around the bedroom doorknob. He grunted as I tackled him, belly down onto the hallway carpet.

"Where you going, Daniel?" I panted harshly into his ear. I could feel his lean body through the thin material, his ass a tight, muscular pair under worn cotton. I ground my crotch over his butt. "Bedroom? That eager to see me?"

"A gun!" Daniel snapped. He twisted angrily underneath me. The friction shot a jolt of desire to my crotch. "To blow your head off, you bast—No!"

I'd wormed a hand around under his stomach and found the hem of his pants. My breathing grew harsh as my searching fingers slipped into his boxers and found the soft genitals both of our bodies were crushing.

"No! Damn you, not again!" Daniel tried to buck me off. I shoved my knees between his legs and forced them to spread as I proceeded to jerk him off.

Daniel writhed, his ass grinding back as I squeezed and pulled his dick. I reminded him how good I could make him feel. I yanked with a hunger. I missed this: the feel of Daniel twisting underneath me as I taught him all the pleasures I could give him.

Daniel cursed me, jerked and fought to free himself from under me. Finally, sobbing angrily as his cock swelled in my hand and jutted out of his pants. Need. Daniel needed this. I just needed to remind him.

I was too busy jerking him off that I let down my guard. Daniel rammed an elbow back and I was suddenly on my back, wheezing. I could see him with watery eyes as he struggled to his feet and tried to reach for the bedroom and the gun.

I'm sorry, Daniel. I didn't want to do this.

Daniel gave out a strangled cry, convulsing from the two darts that shot out of my taser. He crashed into the door, fell into the bedroom, twitched then stilled.

I didn't want to do that.

Daniel feebly fought as I ran my hands over him, checking for injuries. I didn't want to hurt him, but I needed to get him away before the Colonel turned him completely against me.

"Don't touch me," Daniel slurred. He pawed uselessly at me.

I ignored him. I stripped him despite his growing shouts. He didn't need clothes. Not where I'm taking him. I didn't want him left with anything from the Colonel.

"Stop…damn you…stop…"

Daniel was completely naked now. His erection already waning but that didn't matter. I tied his wrists and ankles together. Daniel writhed when I flipped him to his stomach.

"No! No! Not again!"

I ran my hand on his smooth butt. He trembled under my hand. He must be cold. I regret doing this but it needed to be done.

"I'm your friend, Daniel," I murmured as I removed the syringe in my pocket. Daniel hissed when I injected him. I caressed his left ass cheek where the needle went. Daniel's breathing grew ragged.

"Don't do this. P…lease…" And he was out.

I smiled softly, sitting on the back of his thighs as I kept stroking his bare ass. It was tempting to take him now, in this house, but no. Stick with the plan.

I hoisted Daniel's bound body over my shoulder in a fireman's carry. I sneered at the torn clothing thrown all over the floor. I wish I could see the Colonel's face when he sees this.