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applecameron) wrote2006-12-17 09:25 pm
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"The Thing About Teal'c" (SG-1, mmfm, OT4, R-plus?)
I really got a sorta-BDSM dynamic goin' on these days. But then, the dynamic of the team to me is not egalitarian, you know? (Anyone want to get me a femdom book for Christmas? Sam could use one. Call it research.)
Title: The Thing About Teal'c
Fandom: SG-1 (old school, baby)
Author: c'est moi
Pairing: OT4
Spoilers: ha-ha, it is to laugh
The thing about Teal'c was the complete lack of ego. In bed or anywhere else. He already knew he was Teal'c The Unstoppable Sex Machine. What more did a man -- Jaffa -- need? Really.
Even if the song had Carter's name on it.
Of course, she could be pretty unstoppable herself.
"Lean back, sir." Sam had the English cage in one hand, warming the metal.
"I can't lean much more -- "
"No 'lip', O'Neill."
Teal'c the Unstoppable Sex Machine Enforcer, now. Fuck. Of course, that was the plan. How he managed to pronounce things with quotes around them in that monotone of his, that voice that revealed nothing yet said everything, was beyond him.
Well, Danny was the linguist. He spoke softly while Jack just carried a big stick.
Speaking of. Daniel was on the bed, spreadeagled, on his face. Jack was pretty sure he'd seen a gag, in that moment before Teal'c grabbed his arms, and his dick, and made him feel like -- well. Made him feel. In far too long.
Carter saw his glance bedward.
She traced a nail along the skin of Jack's jaw, smiling that devious smile, the one that meant trouble. The one that meant she was in a mood and you were not getting off easy. "If you're very good, Jack, I might just let you fuck him." She glanced over his shouder, eyes saying something in unstoppable sex machine-ese, to Teal'c.
But Jack was on his way to non-verbal, anyway, with a Jaffa knocking at Heaven's door, working the head of his cock into a well-lubed passage, so it was a good thing Sam didn't expect any answer beyond a moan.
Jack put his head back and relaxed, taking all of it. An unstoppable sex machine couldn't be bargained with, couldn't be fought, you know. No percentage in it. "Relax." instructed Teal'c. He did.
Sam put a pin on one nipple and he bucked, impaling himself further. "Oh, yeah, T," shot straight from his dick to his mouth. "Oh, yeah."
"Very good." she whispered. "Very good."
Title: The Thing About Teal'c
Fandom: SG-1 (old school, baby)
Author: c'est moi
Pairing: OT4
Spoilers: ha-ha, it is to laugh
The thing about Teal'c was the complete lack of ego. In bed or anywhere else. He already knew he was Teal'c The Unstoppable Sex Machine. What more did a man -- Jaffa -- need? Really.
Even if the song had Carter's name on it.
Of course, she could be pretty unstoppable herself.
"Lean back, sir." Sam had the English cage in one hand, warming the metal.
"I can't lean much more -- "
"No 'lip', O'Neill."
Teal'c the Unstoppable Sex Machine Enforcer, now. Fuck. Of course, that was the plan. How he managed to pronounce things with quotes around them in that monotone of his, that voice that revealed nothing yet said everything, was beyond him.
Well, Danny was the linguist. He spoke softly while Jack just carried a big stick.
Speaking of. Daniel was on the bed, spreadeagled, on his face. Jack was pretty sure he'd seen a gag, in that moment before Teal'c grabbed his arms, and his dick, and made him feel like -- well. Made him feel. In far too long.
Carter saw his glance bedward.
She traced a nail along the skin of Jack's jaw, smiling that devious smile, the one that meant trouble. The one that meant she was in a mood and you were not getting off easy. "If you're very good, Jack, I might just let you fuck him." She glanced over his shouder, eyes saying something in unstoppable sex machine-ese, to Teal'c.
But Jack was on his way to non-verbal, anyway, with a Jaffa knocking at Heaven's door, working the head of his cock into a well-lubed passage, so it was a good thing Sam didn't expect any answer beyond a moan.
Jack put his head back and relaxed, taking all of it. An unstoppable sex machine couldn't be bargained with, couldn't be fought, you know. No percentage in it. "Relax." instructed Teal'c. He did.
Sam put a pin on one nipple and he bucked, impaling himself further. "Oh, yeah, T," shot straight from his dick to his mouth. "Oh, yeah."
"Very good." she whispered. "Very good."