Daniel had called Paul Davis at his office at the Pentagon that Thursday. Paul had greeted him warmly; it was always a pleasure for him to talk to Daniel. And Daniel greeted him just as warmly, bringing a spark to Paul's long-suppressed desires for him. He had had something of a crush on Daniel for years, but nothing was likely to come of it. So stop thinking about it, he scolded himself, and turned his attention to the man on the other end of the phone.

"I'd like to have you over tomorrow evening, for dinner," Daniel said. "I have some plans to discuss with you, about the defense network."

"Great, great," Paul replied. "I'll bring over the paperwork and we can get what you need written down. Anything else I should bring?"

There was a pause, and then Daniel said, "Yes. Your toothbrush."

For a few seconds, the words floated between them. Then, to relieve the tension, Paul laughed at the joke. He heard a soft snort of air from Daniel. Yes, a joke. He grinned. "Paperwork and toothbrush, got it. What time?"

"Seven."

"Got it. See you Friday."

Seven o'clock on Friday, the butler let Paul into Daniel's mansion. The house was one of the more luxurious "requirements" on Daniel's rather extravagant list of demands that he presented to the Pentagon. All this and more, and in return, the knowledge of the Goa'ulds. Paul couldn't fault Daniel's tastes; as he walked through the halls to the dining room, his eyes ran over the rich décor, taking in the ancient artifacts and famed tapestries that were scattered around the house. And it was well worth the cost, he thought, to finally have a way to keep Earth safe for certain.

When he arrived in the dining room, he found Daniel, his back to the door, pouring wine into a pair of long-stemmed glasses. The lights were dimmed and the table had the look of an intimate dinner for two, rather than a business meeting, and he was taken aback for a moment. He thought about his toothbrush, resting in its holder back at his apartment. He cleared his throat.

"Hello, Daniel."

"Hey." Daniel didn't turn around, but instead struck a match and lit the white, tapered candles at the center of the table. "Have a seat." He turned towards Paul at last and gestured towards the chair nearest to him. "Have you got the paperwork with you?"

For a minute, Paul wasn't sure what he was talking about. "Paperwork? Oh! Oh, yes, it's left here." He held up his briefcase and wiggled it. He felt a little off-balance, and couldn't figure out what Daniel's intentions were. As he sat down, he allowed himself a long look at his host. Daniel was dressed elegantly in a blue silk shirt and black linen pants. Paul felt like he should have arrived in his dress blues. "Did, um, did you want to go over the plans now or..." he let the question trail off.

Daniel shook his head. "No, after dinner. Pleasure before business." He smiled, and held Paul's gaze for a little longer than necessary. The eye contact made Paul both uncomfortable and slightly aroused, and he wasn't sure how to respond to it. He decided that the best reaction was no reaction, and he turned away, looking towards the kitchen. Fortunately, just then a maid arrived with their food, and all previous discussion was forgotten.

Dinner was delicious. Pan-seared duck served on egg crepes, and a sweet red Lambrusco wine that made Paul's mouth water. The wine lightened him, and Paul found himself relaxing into the unusually romantic atmosphere. They right the dining room to lay in post-dinner bliss on the soft couch in the living room, Paul at one end and Daniel at the other, their feet resting on the coffee table.

"I can't help but notice," he said to Daniel, "that my wine glass never seems to reach empty." He felt pleasantly buzzed. "And I seem to have had a lot more of the bottle than you." He gestured with his mostly-full glass to Daniel's, which, if he was correct, had only been refilled once the entire evening.

"Haven't you heard?" Daniel said. "I'm a cheap date. Wouldn't want to fall asleep on you just when things were getting good."

"Are you?" Paul asked. "A cheap date, I mean. Is this a date? I mean..." Suddenly he felt like this was all wrong. All wrong. "We should work on those plans you mentioned. Did you have some adjustments that need to be made, because those can be done, no problem." He sat up and looked around, trying to remember where he had right his briefcase. "Let me just get the papers, I'll be right back." He had lifted his feet from the table and set them on the ground, about to stand, when Daniel rested a hand on his shoulder.

"Wait," Daniel said, and leaned over, very slowly, and brought up his other hand to rest on Paul's cheek. Daniel turned Paul's face towards him, then let his hand slip down to Paul's chin to pull him closer. Then he pressed his lips to Paul's ever so softly, a chaste kiss. Then another, firmer this time. He drew back a fraction, and started Paul in the eye, daring him to say no, to pull away, run away. Paul kept still, their lips centimeters apart, eyes locked together. He pulled back slightly, just for a second, indecision in his eyes, then leaned just as slightly forward, accepting.

Daniel pressed his lips into Paul's and gave him a fierce, rough kiss, bringing his hands up to run through Paul's hair as he pulled the man's head closer. A noise escaped from Paul's throat, a tiny whimper, and then a moan as he kissed Daniel back, wrapping his hands around Daniel's biceps. For a few minutes, they hardly dared to breathe as they kissed, Daniel pushing Paul down onto the couch, the two of them sprawled and gasping.

Breaking away, Daniel stood up, leaving Paul sprawled on the couch, chest heaving. He turned and started walking out of the room, and Paul was stunned. He started to ask why, what was wrong, but then Daniel turned around and beckoned to him with a single finger, and he understood. Daniel nodded and right the room. Paul lay still for a moment, trying to slow his breathing. The world felt unreal to him, and he was lightheaded from the wine and the kissing. The kissing. He took a deep breath, let it out. On shaky legs, he rose and followed Daniel's trail to the bedroom.

When he finally entered the bedroom, Daniel wasn't there. "Daniel?" he called out.

"Make yourself comfortable," Daniel called back. He was in the adjacent room. "I'll be right in."

Paul sat down on the bed. He started to mechanically strip. He took off his shoes and put them side by side under a chair near the wall. He removed his pants and folded them, then his shirt and undershirt, socks and underwear. Each he carefully placed into a neat pile. His stomach felt twisted in knots and he didn't know what to do with his hands, but his desire for Daniel, for what Daniel might do to him, outweighed his uncertainties.

In the other room, Daniel was already nude. He had been looking through a dresser for something, something important. Aha, he thought, as he felt the cool, smooth metal brush his fingertips. He pulled the ribbon device out of the drawer and held it up to the light. It gleamed enticingly, and he gazed at it with a deep longing. He took one of the golden finger caps and brought it to his lips, rubbing it against them. He kissed the cap lightly, then tasted it with his tongue, savoring it. Then he put the device onto his left hand, fitting it carefully.

He walked over to a full-length mirror on the opposite wall and stood in front of it, inspecting his reflection. He was erect, and he reached down with the ribbon device and caressed himself with it, feeling the cool metal against his hot skin. Then he released himself and held the device up to the mirror, as if to use it on his mirror image. He closed his eyes and mouthed a word, then opened them again and turned back towards the bedroom.

Paul was sitting on the bed, naked, when Daniel walked into the room. He kept the ribbon device hand behind his back, obscuring it from view. He wanted it to be a surprise. Paul stared at him, his nervousness showing; he glanced at Daniel's erection, then craned his neck to see what Daniel had hidden behind his back. Daniel would have none of that. He advanced on Paul and straddled him on the bed, kneeling. His left hand still behind his back, Daniel bent down and kissed Paul again, roughly, forcing him back into the pillows. Daniel worked his way down, kissing Paul's face, his jaw, the side of his neck, finally stopping at the base of his throat. He ran his teeth over his jugular, pressing his lips and tongue into the rapid pulse of Paul's heartbeat. He nipped at the skin.

Paul began to relax again, strongly aroused. As Daniel kissed him, he held Daniel's head lightly, running his fingers through the short, soft hair. He wanted to feel Daniel's lips on his again, and he pulled at his head, trying to direct him upwards. But Daniel resisted, and Paul acquiesced. He decided to let Daniel do what he wanted. Instead, he focused on touching Daniel, running his hands along the man's neck, his spine, and strong back. Then Paul leaned down to kiss him, and suddenly Daniel stopped and pulled away, and got up on his knees. Paul looked up at Daniel, questioningly.

"Sit up," Daniel told him. Curious, Paul complied. Daniel moved closer, and with his right hand pulled Paul's head forward towards his cock. Wordlessly, Paul leaned in and licked at the head. He ran his lips along it, then brought it into his mouth, sucking lightly on Daniel's cock. Daniel brought his ribbon hand out from behind his back and ran it lightly over the top of Paul's head. He brushed two gold-tipped fingers along the man's jaw, then with his right hand he guided him even closer, forcing more of himself into Paul's mouth.

Abruptly, he pulled out of Paul and grabbed his hair with his left hand, tilting his head back.

Startled, Paul cried out "What?! Ow!" But just as quickly, Daniel released him, then pushed him flat onto the bed with his right hand and set himself at Paul's cock. He deep-throated him, sucking at him roughly, painfully hard, and scraped his teeth along the underside of his cock. He reached further back with the ribbon device and massaged Paul's balls with it, stroking them with the center jewel, the smooth finger caps. The metal was warmer now that it had been on Daniel's hand for a while, and the sensation was delicious to Paul. Daniel stroked him gently with the ribbon device as he made Paul writhe on the bed with rough suction and sharp teeth.

But once again, Daniel abruptly pulled away. Paul was stunned, right reeling and insensate as Daniel moved off the bed. He lay there, panting, dizzy, blinking furiously. As his head started to clear, he realized that Daniel had returned to the adjacent room. He listened to his movements: opening and closing drawers, the scrape of metal on wood as Daniel used his left hand to search deep inside his dresser. Then a whisper of fabric and the sound of one last drawer closing.

Daniel returned, and Paul started to get up, wanting to back out. "Wait," he started, wanting to explain how he'd changed his mind, how he felt out of his depth. But Daniel walked in front of him and held him in his arms and kissed him gently. Slow kisses, with quick licks to Paul's lower lip. So sweet, he thought, and Paul relaxed once more. It was just a little rough sex, he told himself, nothing to worry about. This was Daniel, after all.

Paul let himself be guided back onto the bed. Daniel lay over him, pressing Paul's body into the mattress with his own. Their hips moved together, each rubbing his cock against the other's. They ran their hands along each other's bodies, exploring, experiencing. Paul moved his hands down Daniel's back to his ass, squeezing it, and Daniel smiled against Paul's mouth. Paul laughed softly in return, and rubbed one hand along the crack. Daniel pushed back into it, arching his spine, then pushed forward, his groin hard against Paul's.

"Like that, do you?" Paul asked, amused.

Daniel gave him and enigmatic look, then replied, "Oh, yes." He brought his hands to rest alongside Paul's arms, and stared into his eyes.

Daniel pushed back again, and Paul moved his finger, pushing it into Daniel. He kept pushing it in, further and further, daring Daniel to break eye contact with him and tell him to stop. One knuckle went in, then two, ever so slowly. Daniel moved back against his hand again, still staring silently, and Paul brought the tip of another finger in, just resting it where the first finger entered. He rubbed along the surrounding skin, lightly at first, tracing the ring of muscle. Daniel kept still. Both men were all but holding their breaths.

Paul moved the embedded finger around inside Daniel, pulling out and pushing in, then again, then pulling out halfway and bringing his other finger in to join the first as he pushed back into Daniel. He sank both fingers in, ever so slowly, wanting to see Daniel react, to make him crack. But all too soon, both fingers were inside fully, and still Daniel remained motionless, ass pushed back, cock pressing into Paul's groin, arms resting on the bed to either side of him, face inches from his.

Then, he moved. Daniel's left arm shifted, and he brought the ribbon device over Paul's belly. He ran the jeweled palm over his lightly-furred skin, making a slow, circular motion around his stomach. Daniel pushed back again onto Paul's fingers, and Paul saw what Daniel wanted. He started to move his fingers inside of Daniel, mimicking the motion of Daniel's hand on his stomach. Daniel traced a wider circle, and Paul separated his fingers a bit as he moved them. Daniel bent his fingers, scraping the skin with warm metal, and Paul bent his, pushing, probing to find the spot that would (he hoped) make that poker face fall, make that intense, unbearable gaze of Daniel's turn elsewhere.

Daniel pushed and turned, and Paul pushed and turned, and then somehow he had three fingers inside of Daniel. Finally, he could bear no more, and Paul broke first, pulling his hand out and grabbing at Daniel's back with both hands, closing his eyes. He pushed his cock into the air, desperate to grind himself into Daniel, to bore a hole into the man so he could be inside of him in as many ways as humanly possible, as inhumanly possible. He couldn't take any more of this excruciating tension.

But as he thrust upwards, Daniel moved himself away and Paul hit nothing but air. His eyes still closed, Paul felt a warm puff of air on his face as Daniel laughed softly, infuriatingly. Anger rushed through him, riding his frustration; he needed to come, he needed to make Daniel come, and he could do neither.

"God, Daniel," he choked out, and opened his eyes, pleading.

"Yes," Daniel replied, and before Paul could blink, Daniel was above his cock, sinking down onto it, impaling himself slowly. Paul writhed, the pleasure was painful in its intensity, and he was lost: without speech, without thought. Paul felt Daniel's ass resting on his thighs, and he realized that he was fully inside. Daniel's balls were heavy, and they brushed Paul's abdomen, tickling him. Daniel clenched himself around Paul's cock, screwing himself with it. His eyes were open and staring at Paul, unblinking and glazed with pleasure.

Paul reached up, needing to touch Daniel, to feel his skin, and Daniel grabbed his hands roughly. A whisper of cloth, the same sound that Paul had heard before, and suddenly his hands were above his head, bound in silk. Startled, he tried to pull them out, to free himself, and he found they were somehow bound to the frame of the bed.

"No, please," he begged. "I don't like this. Please!"

Daniel looked down at him, eyes cool. "I don't care," he murmured. He clenched around Paul's cock again, and Paul cried out in pleasure, still tugging weakly at his bonds. Daniel ran his hands down his own body, caressing his chest, rubbing his stomach in circles with the ribbon device as he screwed himself with the cock inside him. He took his cock in his right hand and caressed it, held it up against his belly, and then with his left he scraped the underside with the metal edges of the ribbon device. Daniel let his head fall back at last, closed his eyes and moaned long and low.

Eventually, he slowed his motions, then stopped completely. Daniel let go of himself and leant forward, not pulling off of Paul but pulling the man's cock along with him. When Daniel's own cock was resting on Paul's belly, wet and shining at the top and leaking into Paul's belly button, he paused. Holding his body up with his right arm, he brought his left hand up, palm out, and looked down at Paul through his fingers.

Paul stared up at him, entranced by the ribbon device. It won't work, he told himself, it won't work for him. He hoped. He was trapped, hands bound, cock squeezed tight in an agonizing grip. His eyes were wide, his breathing shallow; fear and desire kept him frozen. He watched as Daniel moved the ribbon device gradually closer to him, Daniel staring at him through his fingers. The jeweled hand paused just above his forehead, then began to trace a circle over and over on the skin, caressing it.

Daniel closed his eyes, feeling the warm metal, the hard stone at the center pushing back against his palm as he pressed harder. His control started to break, lust and anger streaking through him, making him move faster. He started to pant, to screw himself harder on the cock within him, to buck and rub his cock against the warm stomach. The underside of his cock was slippery with fluid, and he grabbed it with his right hand, stroking it roughly, frantically. He was grinding himself onto the cock, pushing the ribbon device into the forehead below it as if to make the weapon work by sheer willpower, why won't it work, it has to work. He groaned, feeling himself build to a climax. He squeezed the cock within him again, and again, and felt it twitch, felt the hot fluid shooting inside him, and he moaned, louder, his lips forming a word, "jack!" and he came as well. The ribbon device, slick from sweat, slipped from Paul's forehead and Daniel fell onto him, grinding himself into Paul even through his climax, the sensation exquisite. He squeezed Paul's cock, and Paul moaned in terrible pleasure. Squeezed and ground, and they both were panting and breathless.

Daniel let himself fall fully onto Paul, and he felt a wetness against his cheek. He licked at the fluid with his tongue, and tasted the salt of tears. He didn't care. He released Paul's cock slowly from himself, letting it slide out oh so slowly. Still panting, he reached up and untied Paul's hands. There were chafe marks around Paul's wrists, but they weren't his problem. He took them to his lips and kissed them anyway. Moved himself up and kissed the red and bruising marks on Paul's forehead. Kissed Paul on the lips softly, and breathed apologies to him, platitudes. Daniel didn't know if Paul was listening to him or not.

After a while, they fell asleep. When they awoke, Daniel would apologize again, he would smooth the ruffled feathers, make sure that nothing that had happened that night would disturb his plans for the future. And he would think, and wait, and dream.