|dusty (dustandroses) wrote in dustyrydersrecs,|
@ 2005-10-23 05:06:00
|Current music:||My Morphine - Gillian Welch|
|Entry tags:||angst, author: komos/paian, drama, fandom: sg-1, first time, jack, jack/daniel, nc17, noncon, sam carter, slash, this is the best shit, torture, voyeurism|
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Title: The Appearance of Objects in Depth
Author: Komos (paian)
Genre: Slash, Established Relationship, Angst, First Time, Friendship, Torture, Non-Con
Pairing/Characters: Sam Carter, Jack/Daniel
Warnings: graphic retelling of Torture/Rape; voyeurism
Spoilers: Through Season Eight
Notes: Carter is kidnapped and shown in graphic detail exactly why she should not be loyal to General O'Neill or Stargate Command. Excellent portrayal of Sam Carter. She's a full, rounded character, with conflicting emotions, and an unwavering faith in her friends. An intense fic, but well worth the read. (For that matter, everything by paian is.)
Oh, yeah, and the sex is freakin' hot! The following excerpt gives you a taste of the scene in which Jack and Daniel have the most intense session of clothed frottage (without moving!) that I think I've ever read - ever.
To surveillance, it would look like a prolonged hug, two men admitting defeat. The words, if they were discernible at all, would sound like him giving Daniel permission to cry. The sound Daniel muffled in O'Neill's shoulder would pass for a sob. But to Sam, watching through time instead of space, up close, the press of erections through fabric, the rubbing, the clench of orgasm were unmistakable.
O'Neill came in complete silence. Only his face betrayed what had happened.
Sam would never forget that series of expressions. Ecstasy, pain, awe, intense release; and the oddest, most resigned sort of aggravation. The one thing he wanted most -- the one thing he most couldn't have. What a pain in the ass it was going to be, being able to have it. Or not. Or having to die, now that he had it.
She wished she'd never seen this moment. She wished she'd never seen any of this. It was their place to tell her, their choice. She should never have seen any of this.
"You're torturing me," she said. "But I suppose you know that."
I rate this fic: This Is The Best Shit