Pairing: Jack/Daniel, Daniel/others implied
Rating: NC17
Category: Darkfic, Angst
Warnings: Rape, Torture, Character Death

Daniel was lying on the polished floor of Apophis' throne room. In ancient times, Gods built pyramids on planets, but now Apophis ruled his domain from a spaceship. Maybe he'd always had a spaceship. The Goa'uld were universal insurgents, they had come from the stars, and had dominated scores of planets. Thousands of planets. Which had come first, the Stargate or spaceflight?

For Earth, primitive as it was, spaceflight had come first. Einstein's hyperbolic theory. Walking on the moon, and touching the surface of Mars on July 4th. Well, actually, that Mars thing had happened after the Stargate had been penetrated. Daniel's mind was clouded. He couldn't remember the history of his own land.

He inventoried what he could remember. He knew he was lying on his stomach in front of Apophis' throne. He couldn't move, but he didn't know if that was from being drugged or lack of willpower. His clothes were bloodied--He could feel the dried crusty streaks in his shirt chafing his skin. He was whole. Apophis had thrown him into the sarcophagus after ringing them to the ship. After Sha're had used the hand device to torture him into submission in a dirty hut on some backwater planet. After a faceless Jaffa had blasted him with a staff weapon and torn him in two.

The remembered pain awakened Daniel somewhat. His instincts let him know he didn't want to face the Jaffa again. Fight or flight was warming his muscles, increasing his heartrate. He opened his eyes. Sha're stood in front of him. Her black eyes were luminous, watching him, drawing him into the black depth, but the skin around them showed no expression--Like she'd injected herself with cow poison before facing him. His wife stood dead in front of him.

Daniel parted his lips, wetting them weakly with a swollen tongue. He called out, but it wasn't to her.

"Jack..."

* * *

Daniel had gone to Teal'c first after he had lost Sha're. He wanted to face the evil that had destroyed his life. He wanted the Jaffa to prove to him that Sha're's death wasn't his fault. He wanted the black man to make him helpless. They had kissed, and Daniel had felt Teal'c's strength envelop him, crush him against the wall in his quarters on the base. He had felt the heat of Teal'c's cock pressing against his thigh and had begun to think of absolution. But when he began to plead to be punished, to beg for Teal'c's power to crush him so he could rebuild again, Teal'c had balked.

"I'm sorry, Daniel Jackson," Teal'c said as he stepped back. "I cannot harm you." He bowed and left Daniel's quarters, the heavy steel door slamming behind him. Daniel had sagged against the wall, his clothes rumpled, his eyes stinging with tears.

Daniel cleaned himself up, and went in search of Jack. He found the older man in the men's locker room, sitting on a bench. Jack held a picture of a young boy, and he was staring at intently, as if it might come to life.

He looked over when Daniel sat beside him on the bench. Daniel cleared his throat. "You miss him?"

Jack looked back at the picture. "Yeah." He pursed his lips and glanced at Daniel again. "You miss Sha're?"

"Yeah." Daniel's shoulders slumped. He studied his hands. "I feel like it's all my fault."

"I get that."

"I don't know if anyone gets that." Daniel sighed.

Jack flicked the picture. "I get that."

Daniel nodded. He pressed his shoulder against Jack's, and then sagged. He drew what comfort he could from the man, and held his breath, hoping Jack wouldn't flinch.

Jack exhaled.

"You don't really like it here, do you," Daniel murmured.

"No." Jack's word was flat. "I'd rather be anywhere but here."

"But there's nowhere to go."

Jack looked over at him, studying Daniel with brown eyes and a thoughtful crease of his lips. That's how it started. Daniel was smarter this time, not to cry out, not to beg, until Jack was arched over him. Daniel was on his back, his knees in the air, as Jack penetrated him. Daniel could feel his ass stretching painfully, could feel the fullness and the strength of Jack inside him. Jack wore a condom; he'd insisted, despite Daniel's protests. The archeologist had wanted rawness; he knew the plastic was a shield between them, that Jack could discard the used condom and could throw away the evidence and pretend it never happened afterward.

His ass burning from the strain of the invasion, Daniel didn't mind at the moment. Jack hadn't kissed him yet. In the locker room he'd just placed his hand on Daniel's thigh and said, "There are ways to be less lonely." Daniel had bowed his head, pressing his nose against Jack's shoulder, inhaling the musky, sweaty scent of the soldier. He wondered if his own skin smelled like sand.

Now, Jack was taking him, pounding his ass like a punching bag, and not looking at him. The pain was exquisite, but it wasn't enough. Daniel grabbed Jack's wrists, and drew them to his chest. "Jack, please."

Jack rubbed Daniel's shoulders, and then cupped his neck in two hands so he could feel Daniel's pulse against his finger, and feel Daniel's breath shuddering in his throat. Fire traveled from his hands to his cock, completing a circuit with Daniel's body. "Please, what?" He demanded, thrusting his hips against Daniel while thrashing him with his hands. He increased the pressure on both ends, seeking more stimulation.

"Please, more," Daniel gasped, hoping Jack wouldn't move his hands. Hoping Jack wouldn't stop hurting him.

Jack's hands tightened around his neck. "More?"

"More!" Daniel tried to say it, but the squeezing fingers cut off his word. His lips moved soundlessly. He convulsed in pain, arching up, thrusting himself down on Jack's cock. He watched Jack's face, blocked by the blue spots as Jack held his throat. Jack's red face contorted as he came, spilling inside Daniel. Then he finally looked Daniel in the eye, but didn't really see him. His lips formed a single word, which Daniel pretended not to hear, as he sagged on the bed.

"Charlie."

The asphyxiation hadn't been enough to make him come, but it was only the first time. Eventually, Jack knew the exact spot on Daniel's throat to press to bring the orgasm. He would reach out to touch Daniel as they walked up the ramp to a mission. His fingers would brush the side of Daniel's neck, like they were tucking away a stray hair, and Daniel would get hard.

In the promise of little deaths, in the roar in his ears as his body begged for that natural response, breath, Daniel found a way to get through each day. He was no longer Sha're's husband. Jack was making him into a soldier.

* * *

As he lay on the cool sloping floor, with only the ghost memories of the bruises that he'd carried on his neck as he'd gone through the Stargate that morning, Apophis approached him.

"You have the body of a Jaffa," Apophis laughed, circling his prone form. "But the mind of a gnat." He kicked Daniel in the ribs, with a hard, pointed boot. Daniel yelped. "I am small," Apophis continued. "And yet, I defeat you so easily." He kicked again. "Do you not feel foolish? Feel weak?"

Daniel closed his eyes. The kick came again, and he cried out, curling into a ball to protect his ribs. Apophis circled to his back. "You are pathetic. You could not even keep your wife." He pressed a foot into Daniel's kidneys. Daniel screamed. "Give me the iris codes, Daniel Jackson." He leaned harder on the man.

Daniel whimpered, but said nothing.

"Give me the iris codes, or you will die!" Apophis drew back and kicked Daniel again, as hard as he could, a thousand years of power behind his punishment.

Daniel stopped whimpering.

Apophis circled. "Give me the iris codes, and I will let you make love to Amonet."

Daniel didn't respond.

"Give me the iris codes!" Apophis bent himself, grabbing Daniel's shoulders and forcing him onto his back. "Or I will show you the true power of your God!"

Daniel's eyes fluttered open. He laughed.

Apophis screamed. He fell upon Daniel, his hands around Daniel's throat, pounding his head against the floor until Daniel felt like the back of his head was caving in. Apophis didn't even bother to remove his clothes, just used him, beat him, and tore at his skin with long fingernails in an incoherent rage. He couldn't feel Apophis' cock, and wondered if the gods had sex. Then he remembered Sha're's pregnancy, and bile rolled up in his throat, stopped by Apophis' hands around his neck.

Daniel's eyes flickered sideways, and he saw Sha're watching them, her face as impassive as ever. She made no move to save her husband or cheer on her God. She was a walking corpse, as was Apophis in his four thousand year old body. So that's what sand smelled like.

As Apophis abused him, he was surprised his body didn't respond to the same actions Jack liked to perform on him. He wasn't responding to Jack's pain, or need, or musky sexuality, and he just lay limp under Apophis. He refused to give up the iris codes. Apophis' seduction was lacking.

Then something had happened that had never happened with Jack: Apophis crushed his larynx. Daniel felt the horrible agony of his neck snapping and his cock twitched in response. He tasted death a moment before it came, flooding through his body. His last thought before dying was wondering, if he gave up the iris codes, would Apophis kill him again.

* * *

Apophis brought him to life again in the sarcophagus, and Daniel could already feel the essence of his soul fading. He laughed uncontrollably as he was laid by Jaffa on the cold floor at Apophis' feet, and was laughing too hard to speak when the God interrogated him. Amonet watched silently.

When Apophis' had enough, he knelt over Daniel, straddling his chest, and produced a knife. Ornamental dagger, circa 3200 B.C. Greek, not Eyptian. I wonder where he got it... Apophis pressed the flat of the blade against Daniel's cheek.

"Tell me what you know, or I will cut you into little pieces and feed them to Amonet."

Daniel giggled.

Apophis cut Daniel's face, leaving a thin line of blood on his cheek.

Daniel bit back his laughter. His face stung, and being carved up by Apophis was like being attacked by nettles. He cringed and squirmed under the knife, but Apophis was uncharacteristically patient.

"Tell me," The God asked one last time, softly.

Daniel looked up at him, blinking away the blood that was dripping into his eyes from a cut on his forehead. "No."

Apophis rested the edge of the blade against Daniel's throat. Daniel exhaled. His eyes went to Sha're. As Apophis cut, he struggled only because his body desired survival. Sha're watched him as his throat was cut, and his blood poured from him, spilling over Apophis' hands. Death came, but consciousness remained, and Sha're's lips curving into a smile was the last thing Daniel saw before he died.

* * *

"In here!" Carter's voice echoed in the throne room. She could smell the blood before she saw the body. Daniel, splayed on the floor, covered in his own bed, his eyes staring hollowly at her as she ran toward him. "Oh god." She turned away and retched.

Teal'c and O'Neill, weapons drawn, entered the chamber.

Carter turned around. "We need to put him into the sarcophagus," she suggested, gesturing to Teal'c. Teal'c set his staff weapon aside and knelt beside Daniel, to gather the man in his arms.

"Should we?" Jack frowned. "Maybe this is what he wants." He looked peacefulness in Daniel's marred face as Teal'c cradled him.

'This is what he wants?" Carter cried. "Apophis slit him like a pig. Murdered him."

Jack exhaled. "We don't have much time before Apophis gets back from his meeting." But Carter and Tealc were already moving toward the sarcophagus room. He sighed and followed them.

* * *

Daniel's eyes opened. He was lying in the sarcophagus. Jack was bending over him, watching his face earnestly.

"Carter and Teal'c are securing the ring room. How do you feel?" The Colonel asked.

Daniel wet his lips. "I don't want to be here."

"I know." Jack smiled, running a finger across Daniel's youthful, perfect cheek. The gesture was almost a caress.

Daniel struggled into a sitting position. "I thought... I had a chance, Jack. To be absolved. It didn't work."

"No?"

"If you ever thought about it, Jack. Blowing your brains out over Charlie. Don't. It's not worth it." He closed his eyes. "We were meant to suffer."

Jack nodded mutely. His brow creased. "I'm glad you're back," he finally managed to say.

Daniel turned into Jack's touch and kissed his palm. Jack leaned into the sarcophagus and brushed his mouth against Daniel's lips for the first time.