No Surface, All Feeling
by Graculus

here by kind permission of Manuela,
whose birthday present this is...

"Feel the guilt of a sinner, feel the cold of a winter,
It was no surface but all feeling,
Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming."
Manic Street Preachers

I couldn't tell Kegan about the other dreams I had been having; the ones with the blue puddle of light, that involved Jona, were bad enough. She already looked at me like I was crazy, that I was on my way to being night-sick. I knew that worried look well, though I couldn't remember when I'd first seen it.

That's been the worst of it, not being able to remember people. For some reason, I have no idea when Kegan and I first met, what I thought the first time we spoke, what we even talked about. Nothing. Nothing but memories of endless days shovelling ore. No conversations, no laughter, nothing.

So why was I dreaming about Tor?

It's not as if privacy is a big issue here - everyone lives in each other's pockets, making the privacy they need for whatever they want to do. And there are very few secrets, apart from the ones when you keep your own counsel. So I was hesitant, to say the least, especially when Tor got night-sick, to say anything that might make people look at me more than they should.

But my traitorous body was another matter. The dreams kept happening, night after night, the dreams which made me harden in my sleep, waking with a stifled groan as the morning klaxon blared.

All I could remember were snatches of the dreams, Tor's dark hands running over my skin, the sound of his deep voice rumbling with desire as I... as I what? I couldn't remember, couldn't discern if these dreams were memories or wishes, truth or fantasy. And I couldn't exactly ask him, could I?

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After the debriefing session, Dr Fraiser had wanted to get her hands on the team once more, running yet another barrage of tests to make sure there had been no permanent damage done by the memory stamp. Jack and Carter were acting like they were both trying to pretend the other wasn't there, and Daniel found his eyes wandering across to where Teal'c was sitting, having his temperature taken.

Daniel smiled, remembering the stories that Jack had told him about how many times Teal'c had ended up undergoing the same procedure when time had looped, with less and less patience as each loop had passed. His eyes met Teal'c's and Daniel saw some understanding of the source of his humour there in the darkness.

As their eyes met, Daniel felt himself squirm slightly, remembering the dreams he had while in the labour camp. He knew now that they had not been memories, but what did that mean? Did that mean he wanted something like that to happen between him and Teal'c? The strength of his reaction to those dreams would seem to argue that he did.

Even now, he could remember the expression on Teal'c's face when he had spoken with him, interrupting him hard at work shovelling ore into the processor, the disappointment he had felt when the other man had denied knowing him. And he had been so certain that 'Tor' was wrong. That there was something between them, even if it escaped his memory at the moment.

And of course, Daniel realised now, he had been both right and wrong. They did know each other. They were friends, trusted each other with their lives, but that was it. So the dreams had been a lie. Unless they meant...

Daniel felt his face redden as he recalled them, and suddenly looking at Teal'c didn't feel like such a good idea. Mumbling his excuses to Dr Fraiser, and receiving a terse nod of permission to leave the infirmary, Daniel fled, feeling Teal'c's thoughtful eyes on his back as he ran.

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Daniel found his eyes blurring as he stared at the passage he had been attempting to translate for the past two hours. His desk was covered with screwed up paper, some of which had tumbled over onto the floor, the evidence that his mind was just not on the matter at hand.

Damn, he thought.

Taking his glasses off and placing them on the desk, Daniel ran one hand over his tired eyes. Normally he could lose himself in his work - it had been a time-honoured tradition with him, one that had sustained him through the loss of his wife, at the hands of the man he couldn't seem to stop thinking about now.

Why couldn't he stop this obsession that seemed to be threatening to take over everything? And how was he going to carry on working alongside Teal'c if all he wanted to do was reach out and touch the other man, run his fingers across the mark on the Jaffa's forehead that symbolised his service to Apophis?

And how would Jack react if he did just that?

Daniel's hand paused on his face as he thought about that. For the longest time he had been more than a little in love with Jack O'Neill - it had started off as some kind of hero-worship, Daniel realised now with embarrassment, but as time had passed he had come to know Jack much better, understanding his flaws and sheer humanity. That alone had destroyed any illusions that he might have held about Jack, but secretly Daniel had cherished the hope that one day he might get the opportunity to tell Jack exactly how he felt.

But the days had passed and it had been clear that the feelings he had for the colonel weren't reciprocated. Though they were friends, though they had been through all kinds of situations together, Jack didn't love him like that.

And now there was Teal'c.

But where had this feeling come from? When had he slipped across that line between friendship and desire, Daniel wondered. And why hadn't he noticed?

Sighing, Daniel put his glasses back on and frowned at the notes he had made. There was something missing, he knew that, but if he could only put his finger on it, he could sort it all out.

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The next few days had been more than a little awkward.

Daniel had spent the whole time feeling as though he was an open book, that if anyone cared to take a proper look at him they'd realise exactly how he was feeling. And the thought that he was so open, so easy to read, scared him more than he cared to admit.

Being around Teal'c hadn't helped much either.

Daniel knew that the Jaffa was perceptive, that the stoic and silent front was a cover for someone who watched and pondered, and he had to consider the possibility that the other man already knew that something had changed. Not that he worried about Teal'c's response. At the end of the day, the last thing that Daniel thought might happen was for the Jaffa to turn away from him - that was almost an impossibility for someone as loyal as Teal'c. They owed each other too big a debt and there was too much history between them for something to drive them apart now.

He trusted Teal'c, Daniel realised in a moment of revelation during a boring briefing session, more than he trusted almost anyone else. There was something reassuring about Teal'c's quiet, solid presence, something that always infused Daniel with courage when the Jaffa was around. There was no reason to believe that could change.

If only the dreams would stop.

He had thought that, as soon as the memory stamp had been dealt with, the dreams would stop too. But they hadn't, and Daniel had been faced with night after night of restless sleep, punctuated by dreams so real they left him boneless and gasping when he woke from them. Dreams so detailed, so alive, that they tore sobs from Daniel's throat as he woke and realised he was alone once more.

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Walking down the ramp after another mission, Daniel had almost convinced himself that everything was back to normal. It was only as Teal'c had spoken, his voice low and quiet, that he had been jolted back into that nightmare world of frantic dreams once more.

"DanielJackson," Teal'c had begun, "I must speak with you."

Daniel had glanced over his shoulder at Teal'c, their eyes meeting as he did so.

"Something wrong, Teal'c?" he asked, shaking his head at Jack's unspoken enquiry as the colonel passed them at the foot of the ramp. He didn't bother to watch as Jack and Sam left the 'Gate room, knowing they were headed for the infirmary as normal.

For once, Teal'c's normally stoic face was easily read, the concern clear, and Daniel wasted no time. Grabbing hold of the Jaffa's arm he almost pulled the larger man out of the 'Gate room, ignoring the stares of the airmen who were still there.

When they had reached the relative safety of the corridor, they stopped. It was only a glance downwards from Teal'c, to where Daniel's hand still gripped his sleeve, that reminded Daniel that they were still touching. Daniel pulled his hand away hastily, before looking once more into the dark eyes of the Jaffa.


"You spoke in your sleep, DanielJackson," Teal'c said.

Daniel felt his face flame. In some ways, he realised, this was always likely to happen, but he had spent many a restless night off-world trying to make sure he never slept long enough to fall into dream sleep. Obviously, last night at least, he had failed.

"Teal'c, I..." Daniel ground to a halt. He had no idea what he wanted to say, Teal'c's face was now as impassive as ever, and the last thing he wanted was to fall out with one of the people he was closest to on the planet.

"Major Carter was asleep and Colonel O'Neill was on watch," Teal'c continued, "so you need have no concern."

"It's not what it sounds like," Daniel began, his usually-agile mind grasping in desperation for the words to explain exactly what it was like. "I had these dreams..."

"You dreamt of the Stargate."

Another airman passed the two men where they stood in the corridor, shooting them a curious glance as he did so.

"It was more than that, Teal'c," Daniel said, "but we really shouldn't have this conversation here."

Without looking to see if Teal'c followed him, Daniel turned and headed for the infirmary, his mind whirling. How was he going to sort this out, and could things ever be as they were between him and Teal'c?

And do I really want them to be? he wondered.

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After medical examinations that had seemed to go on forever, Daniel had then sat through a lengthy and more-than-usually tedious debriefing session. He had seen Jack's eyes flick to him on a couple of occasions, but he had avoided them - he had also seen the look of concern on Carter's face, but had managed not to meet her eyes. Daniel had almost been moving out of his seat and towards the door as the general dismissed them.

Teal'c had said little too, he realised, as he headed through the maze of corridors with which he had become so familiar over the past 5 years. Reaching his office almost felt like reaching sanctuary.

Even as he poured himself that first cup of coffee, Daniel knew it was an illusion, and one that was destined to be shattered, sooner or later. There was no way, between his three team-mates, that he would be left in peace, left to consider what to do next. The only alternative left was to run and hide, hole up in his apartment until he had figured out how to deal with this situation with Teal'c.

Hastily, Daniel gulped down the rest of the cup and then grabbed his jacket, heading for the door.

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Daniel found no peace in the tranquility of his quiet apartment. Even though, against regulations, he had taken the phone off the hook, he could find no rest - he took up a book, only to lay it down again unread a few minutes later, spent a long period of time contemplating the bookshelves, before settling down disconsolately on a chair facing the window. He let his mind drift, hoping to avoid thinking about the situation with Teal'c, but it was like a presence there in the room with him, always there in the corner of his eye.

There were clear choices to be made. As far as he could see, Daniel knew that Teal'c would not react badly - even if it was not something he himself sought, Daniel knew that Teal'c's belief in the importance of loyalty, not to mention the obligation he felt over the death of Sha're, meant he would not turn him down.

Daniel frowned. How could he pursue a relationship with someone who felt that he owed him that kind of debt? How could he ever know that was what Teal'c really wanted, rather than what he felt he should do?

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His wrists were trapped against the mattress, pinned there in an effortless move by the man who loomed over him. Daniel moaned slightly as Teal'c ground his body against him, one leg pinning his down, rendering him motionless even as the Jaffa rubbed himself against Daniel's leg. The heat of Teal'c's penis was a burning brand against the skin of his hip, searing its way through almost into the bone.

Even though he had been held against his will before, this utter feeling of helplessness was making Daniel harder than he could ever recall being. He tried to get some kind of reciprocal motion going, but Teal'c twisted slightly to one side, removing any source of friction even as Daniel's hips bucked once more.

Daniel heard himself moan the Jaffa's name, almost hating himself for the neediness he heard there. It had never been like this with Sha're - their love-making had been a methodical affair, her lack of experience combining with his own to make it fairly pedestrian. In some ways, this had been exactly what Sha're had seemed to want.

Though he had no idea what the other women on Abydos had told her in terms of sexual instruction, when Daniel had tried to get Sha're to try anything that didn't involve the missionary position, he had seen the frown that appeared immediately on her face. It had taken quite a while for her to get used to the idea of even kissing him in front of other people, although once she had begun there was no dissuading her.

It had been this kind of experimentation that Daniel had missed, he realised, as he arched his back slightly under Teal'c's ministrations. The Jaffa seemed to be working his way down Daniel's torso, alternating licking and biting, and it was making him harder and harder with each passing second. He could feel the slight moisture at the end of Teal'c's penis as it rubbed against him, signalling that the Jaffa was about to come.

Twisting his wrists slightly in Teal'c's grip, pulling himself free a little, Daniel opened his legs, this mute gesture the only coherent communication he was able to make. He felt rather than saw Teal'c pause, his mouth still brushing against the thin skin over Daniel's ribs, his free hand coming round to rest on his hip, dark fingers brushing their way round towards his crack.

"Teal'c," Daniel moaned again, his eyes screwing shut in frustration.

He heard Teal'c chuckle slightly, a low rumbling laugh that echoed through him, even as he felt Teal'c's hand slide under him, fingers cupping his buttocks, pulling him slightly up and opening his legs even more. One finger slid down into his crack, its tip trailing over the sensitive skin of his perineum and making Daniel bite his lip.

"Now..." Daniel pleaded, opening his eyes just in time to see Teal'c's face close above his, dark eyes gazing down at him with desire. "Please..."

A small smile graced the Jaffa's face as the hand which had been exploring Daniel returned with something cool and slick, one finger seeking entry. Daniel caught his breath, feeling the invasion of his body and longing for more.

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Daniel woke with a start, the book which was on his lap tumbling to the floor. As he was about to pick it up, the impatient knock on his apartment door was repeated.

"Did I wake you up?" Jack asked, grinning at the dishevelled sight that Daniel presented when he finally made it to the door.


"Who were you expecting? The tooth fairy?"

"Erm.. Come in," Daniel said, still trying to wake up.

He was disoriented, flashes of his dream skittering through his head, sending strange messages to various parts of his body. He followed Jack back into the living room, taking his seat once more and bending down to retrieve his book from its untidy sprawl on the floor.

When he looked up, Jack was watching him, seated across from him on the couch.

"Something up with you, Daniel?"

Daniel paused, heart pounding for a moment. Could Teal'c have said something? Even as the thought surfaced, Daniel dismissed it. There was no way the Jaffa would betray a confidence like that, particularly not to Jack, of all people.

"What makes you think that?" Daniel hedged, fussing with his book to give his hands something to occupy themselves. Half his attention on Jack, Daniel straightened crumpled pages, his fingers busy on the creases his sudden movements earlier had caused.

"Well," Jack began, ticking points off on his fingers as he spoke. "First off, you've got your phone off the hook, which you know is a no-no, secondly you've been acting like you're spooked at your own shadow lately, and thirdly, every time you come into a room and any of us are there, you just freeze at the doorway."

Jack settled back onto the couch with an expression of triumph on his face.

"And from those tenuous observations you conclude that 'something is up'?" Daniel asked, trying to stay calm.

"Deny it, if you will," Jack continued, "but I can tell."

Daniel was silent for a moment, lost in consideration of what to do. He couldn't possibly tell Jack what was going on - not only was Jack career military, with all that entailed, it was treading perilously close to a truth he had long kept hidden, the truth of how he had felt for a long time about Jack. So, it seemed, he was going to have to lie, one way or another.

"You're right, Jack." Daniel looked down at the book he was cradling in his lap. There was no way, no matter how much he might want to, that he could look Jack in the eye and lie to him, he knew that. "It's just... well, for a while now, I've been having these... these feelings..."


"I know it's wrong, after all we've been through as a team, but...." Daniel paused, wondering if he was pushing too hard, laying on the lie too thickly to be convincing. "Lately I've been thinking a lot... about Sam."

"About Carter?" Jack's voice was incredulous. "Since when?"

"I know," Daniel said, risking a glance up at Jack now that the worst of it was over. "It surprised me too."

Jack was shaking his head, a concerned look on his face.

"Of course," Daniel hurried on, "nothing's going to happen." And that's more true than you know, Jack, he thought, smiling to himself. "I know she doesn't feel the same way about me."

"So, what happens now?"

"Well," Daniel said, looking down at the book in his lap once more to hide the smile that was threatening to break out on his face, "I get over this and then we get on with business as usual."

"Fine." Jack stood, pulling down his jacket as he did so. "I thought for a moment there you were going to tell me something was going on between you and Teal'c."

Jack's keys had fallen from his pocket while he was sitting, lodging between the cushions on the couch. As he bent to pick them up, he missed the look of shock that fled across Daniel's face, a look he was just about able to get under control before Jack straightened up once more.

"Me and Teal'c?" Daniel repeated, with a smile. "What on earth could give you that idea?"

Jack shrugged.

"Maybe it's gut instinct, or maybe it was that chilli I had last night...."

Jack headed for the door, Daniel in tow. As they reached it, Jack paused, his hand on the knob.

"Just be careful, Daniel. Whatever it is that's going on with you?"

"When am I ever not careful?" Daniel asked. Jack turned slightly as he opened the door, one eyebrow raised in a way that Teal'c would envy. "Okay, okay, I'll be careful."

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Closing the door behind Jack, Daniel rested his forehead on its cool surface. That had been close, far closer than he was comfortable with - for all his seeming casualness, Jack somehow knew something. Something that he was choosing to look away from, as long as no-one got hurt. In some ways, Daniel realised, it felt as though Jack had given Daniel his blessing.

Like I need his permission, Daniel thought, turning back towards the living room once more. I'm an adult...

But the realisation stayed with him. He had come perilously close to revealing his deepest secret, the way he felt about Jack, and here was the very same man telling him he didn't have a problem with Daniel having a relationship with another man.

Now all I need to do is figure out how I feel about it....

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It was late in the afternoon before Daniel was able to snatch a moment alone with Teal'c, feeling his heart hammering against his ribs as he closed the door to the Jaffa's quarters behind him. Teal'c was deep in kel no reem, the only sound in his room the quiet breaths he took, the light from a multitude of candles bathing the concrete walls with warmth.

Daniel stood, transfixed, just watching.

Teal'c was still, his eyes closed, the only sign of life the shallow movements of his chest. The same light that made the cold concrete walls look almost comforting traced the contours of his dark body, highlighting muscles, casting shadows.

Daniel felt his mouth go dry.

As the days had passed, the dreams were becoming more and more explicit, telling Daniel more things about himself and his desires than he had ever wanted to know. It was as though his subconscious was a box full of dark secrets, things he had barely every admitted to himself, let alone shared with another human being. And every one of those secrets, each one of those desires, had become a part of his dreams, leaving him gasping for breath and aroused when he awoke.

Whatever happens, Daniel thought, I can't live like this...

"I have been expecting you for some time, DanielJackson."

Daniel felt his heartrate soar as Teal'c's voice broke into his thoughts.

"I had a lot of thinking to do," he replied after a moment.

Daniel's eyes were fixed on Teal'c now, noting the way that the light caught on the mark he bore, the long dark fingers loosely curled, the strength of the arms that had so often pulled him to safety.

"And did you reach a conclusion?" Teal'c asked, his eyes still closed.

"Kind of."

Teal'c's eyes opened, his head turning to where Daniel stood.


"I thought about it for a while," Daniel continued, hearing the nervousness in his voice. "And I realised I need to see if we should... you know..."

"Such relationships must be kept secret according to the ways of the Tau'ri," Teal'c said, turning his head away from Daniel once more, his eyes closing. "On Chulak, such things are understood, they need not be hidden."

Frowning, Daniel took a step forward. How could he explain 'don't ask, don't tell' to someone who wasn't even from the same planet?

"I will do nothing which will bring you dishonour among the people of the Tau'ri, DanielJackson," Teal'c continued. "I would not have you be ashamed of what happens between us...."

"I don't care about that," Daniel said, suddenly. "I can't go on like this. Even if it doesn't work out between us, these dreams are driving me crazy."

Daniel paused, knowing he was treading on thin ice, but feeling as though he had no choice.

"I need your help, Teal'c, it's as simple as that."

There was silence for a moment. It hung heavily between the two men as both pondered what might happen next. After a little while, Teal'c nodded, a slow inclination of his head.

"I will do as you ask," he said.

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What the hell have I done? Daniel asked himself, as the two of them walked into his apartment. What was I thinking?

He could feel Teal'c's solid presence behind him, a usually reassuring feeling, but this time it was filling him with unease. He heard Teal'c close the apartment door, the noise of the locks clicking into place, the quiet footsteps as the Jaffa followed him into the living room.

They had already eaten, a tense and uncomfortable meal, at the base. For the life of him, Daniel couldn't even remember what had been on the menu - he had been too busy contemplating the events of the night to come to take much notice, shovelling food into his mouth automatically.

And now they were here, alone, in Daniel's apartment.

Daniel almost jumped as Teal'c's hand landed on his shoulder, long agile fingers trailing over his collarbone in a reassuring caress.

"If you do not want this," he began.

"Just a little nervous, Teal'c."

As Daniel spoke, Teal'c had taken a half-step closer, until Daniel could feel the heat of the Jaffa's body, even through the cotton shirt he was wearing. Teal'c's other hand came to rest on Daniel's hip, pulling him back a little until they met, bodies bumping together a little awkwardly until Daniel regained his balance once more.

"There is no need for concern," Teal'c breathed, the warm words tickling Daniel's neck. Daniel felt himself shiver, not out of fear, but out of a growing desire. "It is not my intention to hurt you, DanielJackson."

Daniel smiled to himself as Teal'c spoke, the familiar compression of his names touching something deep inside. As did the knowledge that the words Teal'c spoke were the absolute truth, that he could not be safer anywhere else in the universe right now.

Let's do this, he thought, twisting round in Teal'c's loose embrace until they were face to face.

Daniel's hand came up to rest on Teal'c's neck, his fingers feeling the strength beneath the skin, even as he gazed into the Jaffa's eyes. The concern he saw there, the caring, made him pause for a moment.

"You want this," Daniel said, hearing the wonder in his voice. Teal'c nodded, slowly, his dark eyes never leaving Daniel's face. "That's why you wanted to know if I was ashamed of my feelings for you. And I pushed you into this anyway..."

Daniel felt Teal'c's arms tighten around him, even as he began to struggle slightly. It was pointless, he knew that, even as he tried to squirm from the other man's grasp, but Daniel could not bear it - he had almost forced Teal'c into doing something which was so completely against the other man's nature, just to satisfy his own selfishness.

"If I had not wanted this, DanielJackson, how do you think you could have made me submit to it?"

Teal'c's words, calm despite the struggling man pressed so closely against him, struck Daniel with the force of a blow. His struggles subsided.

"But you feel an obligation," Daniel said, feeling his face redden as he looked at Teal'c again. "Because of Sha're...."

Teal'c's face was calm, his eyes speaking volumes even as the two men looked at each other in silence.

"What I do, DanielJackson, I do for myself, not for any sense of duty."

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Somehow, they had found themselves in the bedroom, Daniel half pulling Teal'c and trying to undress him all at the same time, as they landed on the bed together. Even the best, the most intense of his dreams were beginning to fade a little, when compared to the warm reality that was the man now sharing his bed. Teal'c shifted his weight slightly, rolling himself over onto Daniel, until he was pressing him down into the bed's surface slightly.

"I meant what I said," Daniel muttered, his hands mapping as much of Teal'c's skin as he could. "About not being ashamed...."

Teal'c's answer was to latch onto Daniel's collarbone, his teeth nipping their way along it, making Daniel moan and writhe under his attention. Teal'c raised his head for a moment, staring down at the man he had pinned by his body to the bed.

"As did I, DanielJackson. I desire that this be real between us."

As he spoke, he slipped a hand between them, long dark fingers finding their way beneath the waistband of Daniel's trousers, pulling at the zip and then venturing further inside. Daniel continued to groan with pleasure as Teal'c's hand slipped under him, sliding within his briefs as it did so, coming round to cup under his ass, pulling him up to meet the growing hardness in the Jaffa's trousers.


As he groaned the word, Daniel was taken back to his dream, the one Jack had woken him from, a pulse of desire racing through him.

His hand came up to trace the golden mark on Teal'c's forehead, fingers trailing over its surface as Daniel rose as far as he could from the bed to capture Teal'c's mouth. His hand slipped gently round Teal'c's head, coming to rest at the nape of his neck, even as he could feel his back beginning to protest at the effort that kissing took.

Teal'c pulled his head back after a moment, reluctant, letting Daniel drop back to the bed, his face flushed, hair dishevelled. Raising himself further, he shoved with one hand at Daniel's trousers, pushing them down his thighs and smiling the smallest of smiles as Daniel moved under him, kicking them off as they reached his knees. With a sweeping gesture, Daniel's briefs followed their lead.

Even as this was happening, Daniel had flailed out one arm to the bedside cabinet, fingers searching intently amongst the detritus scattered on the surface. Finding what he was looking for, Daniel smiled to himself, turning his attention back to Teal'c once more.

What he saw made him suck in a breath, a burst of heat going straight to his groin - he could almost feel the blood heading south from his brain.

While still leaning over Daniel, Teal'c had pushed down his trousers, his cock springing free, drawing Daniel's attention like a moth to a flame. All he could think of was what had almost happened in his dream, and how close he was to that becoming a reality now.

"Here," he mumbled, the word almost sticking in the dryness of his mouth.

With a lift of one eyebrow, Teal'c accepted the proffered lube and the implicit consent that gesture so clearly gave. Daniel closed his eyes for a moment, branding the image of Teal'c, erect and hovering over his prone body, into his memory.

He felt Teal'c shove his legs apart, the warm solidity of muscle under his thighs, then a tentative finger, cool and slick, entered him.

Should I feel scared? Daniel wondered, as he opened his eyes once more, marvelling at the intent expression on Teal'c's face.

Although he had cared for Jack, still did care for Jack, more than almost anyone else on the planet, the thought of making himself this vulnerable to him made him tremble slightly.

But Teal'c....

With Teal'c he felt safe, somehow, protected, completely certain that the man who was so carefully preparing him now would never deliberately hurt him, and indeed would be devastated by any accidental injury he might cause to Daniel.

As Teal'c's fingers stretched him, it was becoming more and more difficult for Daniel to think, his own body responding as he screwed his eyes shut once more. When the fingers were removed, he heard himself whimper slightly at the loss, feeling Teal'c's hands come to rest on his hipbones, thumbs brushing the thin skin over his pelvis. Daniel felt himself being lifted a little, then a heated pressing against the small pucker of his anus, then a long sliding fullness.

He opened his eyes then, entranced by the expression on Teal'c's face, so close above him. Any concern that Daniel might have had about the sincerity of the Jaffa evaporated as he gazed into Teal'c's eyes, seeing the desire and love there.

This was what he had wanted, Daniel realised, what his subconscious had been telling him all this time. And there would be time enough to find out how things would be between the two of them, he hoped, in the weeks and months to come.

~ fin ~

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