Rating: NC-17 
Pairing: Paul Davis. Implied Paul/Daniel, Daniel/Others 
Category: PWP, just smut 
Date: June 8, 2003 
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Just having fun with them. 
Spoilers: Takes place sometime after Summit 
Summary: What does Major Davis do with his paperwork? 
Warnings: Kink-ish. Some might get the impression of non-con. 
Feedback: Would be cool and appreciated. 

Notes: Thanks to all who've written some amazing P/D in the past few weeks. You've truly inspired me.

"Major Davis, these are the current reports from Colorado." 

Paul Davis looked up absently as his secretary entered his office. "Oh, thank you, Lindsay. I was looking forward to this batch." 

She smiled and placed the manila folder on his desk. "That's it for me for today. Will you be working all weekend?" 

He stretched absently; his abused muscles letting him know just how long he had been at work. "I'll just run through these and then I'll head out myself. Have a good night, Lindsay." 

"You too." She waved before closing his door shut behind her. 

Paul picked up the folder, flipping through its contents absently, not really inspired enough to give the matter his entire attention. He paused as one word caught his eye and he pulled out the related pages, his interest finally piqued. 

It seemed Dr. Daniel Jackson had gone undercover as the slave of a Goa'uld. He read the account eagerly, feeling slightly cheated that there weren't any visuals to go along with this set of mission reports. He stopped reading Jackson's account before the archaeologist finished describing the participants at the summit. 

Daniel Jackson disguised as a personal servant to Lord Yu. Paul closed his eyes, trying to visualize how Daniel had looked. Unlike Dr. Jackson, he wasn't an expert in Egyptology, and his only idea of how the Goa'uld would dress their slaves came from a collection of illustrations and movies, most notably the Ten Commandments. 

So he pictured Daniel attired in a short white kilt, belted low around the man's slim waist. The kilt would accentuate the man's golden skin tones, his muscled abdomen. Paul sighed, just thinking about it. He leaned back in his leather chair, spreading his legs slightly to accommodate his growing arousal. Did Daniel have chest hair? he wondered. Even if he did, the man would probably have shaved it, to better look the role of a slave, his pebbled pink nipples just begging to be sucked and pinched. 

He would most likely be wearing a collar, something gold and chintzy in the style of the Goa'uld. But Daniel could make Goa'uld fashion look good, the band of metal tight around his neck, emphasizing just how exposed the man truly was, wearing nothing but the kilt and collar, even his feet bare, except for perhaps a circlet of gold around one ankle. 

Paul let one hand trail along his uniform pants seam, causing the hairs to rise on the back of his arms. He ran his thumb along his cloth-covered erection, enjoying the constricting feeling. Soon it would be too tight, and his fingers lingered along the zipper before undoing the top button. 

He pictured slave Daniel on his knees, ready to serve Lord Yu. Would he call Yu Master? He could see the words on the man's lips, 'master', spoken so submissively, those lips so perfectly shaped. 

God, he wanted those lips, Paul thought, lowering the zipper on his class 2's, freeing his cock from the confines of his underwear, and baring its heat to the cool air of his office. He hissed as his fingers danced along the length, still teasing himself for the moment. 

Yu would want those lips too; he had to. But first perhaps the system lord would want some entertainment. He would command his slave to please his Jaffa. 

Paul wondered if all Jaffa looked like Teal'c: large, imposing, perfectly formed and moving with a subtle grace. Perhaps Yu's loyal Jaffa resembled Teal'c, just a bit, he thought, picturing Daniel kneeling at the feet of such a being. He'd open his mouth and the Jaffa would pull out his own hard weeping cock, taking his pleasure with Daniel's mouth. 

Paul groaned, curving one hand around his dick, while sucking the fingers of his other hand into his mouth, wetting them good. Daniel would grunt as the Jaffa pushed in and out of his mouth, but he would be too well trained to object, keeping his hands tightly clasped behind his back. God, that image was hot, Paul thought, shifting slightly so he could roll his balls with his wet hand, pulling hard on his prick. 

Then Yu would demand more of his young slave, wanting to see him bent over and splayed for his warriors. The kilt would provide little protection for Daniel's perfect ass and the slave would whimper as the first of Yu's Jaffa took his turn. 

Paul slid forward in the chair, trying vainly to reach below his balls, god he wanted to fuck himself right now. Wanted to sink down hard on two fingers. But sitting in his office chair with his pants still mostly on wasn't quite conducive to getting what he wanted. Frustrated, he stood long enough to tug his pants down to his knees, then sat down hard on his still slick fingers. 

He enjoyed the burn, just as Daniel would, on his hands and knees, pert ass in the air impaled by the large cock of the first Jaffa to take him. Daniel would look so pretty, eyes clenched shut against the pain, but welcoming that touch to his sweet spot, oh yeah. 

Paul fisted his dick harder, getting close now, so close. 

Yu wouldn't be able to be unaffected, watching his slave be taken by his warriors. He'd have Daniel brought in front of his throne, so the slave could tongue and suck his master's cock as he was impaled at the same time. 

Paul grunted, imagining Daniel caught between two torments, moving back and forth with the thrusts of the Jaffa as he struggled to please his master at the same time. He wanted to be Yu, Paul thought as he balls drew up, wanted Daniel before him sucking hard and being violated at the same time. Oh god yes, and then he would come, all over Daniel, covering the slave in his semen, watching the man's tongue reach out to get a taste, desperate to know that he'd pleased his master. "God, yeah," he groaned as he came, splattering his hands, the chair and some of his desk. 

God, Paul sighed, leaning his head back against the chair and closing his eyes, that had been good. He winced as he eased his fingers out of his sore ass, definitely going to regret that impulsive action for a while. Standing, he grabbed the box of tissues from his desk, trying to clean himself up enough to leave his office and not look like he had just been debauched. Damn, looked like he had hit the mission folder in his exuberance. 

Well, he wouldn't be giving that folder to Lindsay to file. Perhaps he could take it home for the weekend; maybe it would inspire some other pleasant thoughts. 

Jack tossed the stained manila folder to the side, thinking that whatever Davis did with 
these things, that couldn't be it.