Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the space he invades
He gets by on you
Tom Sawyer
Rush

Daniel stood up from his desk looked at his watch, 11:50, and realized he was starving. Absently, he tossed the pen onto the desk, turned out the light and began to make his way down to the mess hall.

A week had passed since he and Calla moved into their new house, rather HIS new house as she kept calling it. No matter what he did, he could not get her to say that it was her home or even take the key for the front door. To his knowledge, she never ventured outside the safety of the house, with the possible exception of the fenced-in back yard. Daniel had tried very hard to encourage her to go out and to tell her that it was OK if she did so. Calla would nod her head, smile at him, and then stay right where she was.

Daniel could not make her wear the gold wedding band either. Repeatedly Calla insisted that she was not his wife (Sha’re was his wife! Would she never stop throwing her at him?) and she steadfastly refused to wear the ring. Even when he tried to pull rank by telling her that he was the Master and she would do what he said, she wouldn't budge. Daniel supposed that was because she was catching on to the idea that she could refuse, which was a very new concept to her. Calla’s logic was twisted but simple enough. Daniel had yet to raise his voice, never mind his hand, to her, which meant there were few if any consequences. If there were no consequences, where was her incentive to do what he said? While he understood her line of reasoning, Daniel was unsure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, it was good to see her exerting some form of authority but he wondered about her choice of where to assert it. What was so bad about wearing the ring? She wore his necklace. According to her that was another story, the token around her neck meant something much different than the one on her finger would.

Daniel had brought Calla in to see Dr. Frazer yesterday, she came kicking and screaming but she did allow Janet to run the rest of her tests. Mostly Daniel just wanted to know if her old wounds were progressing or not, according to Janet for the most part they had healed. The injuries to Calla’s shoulder and wrists were not going to get any better then they had, which wasn‘t much but they were better than they had been. Janet thought those particular injuries were the result of repetition rather than being sustained at one time and that was why they were being so stubborn. On cold or wet days, Calla tended to favor her right arm by holding it close to her rib cage and her grip would often slip. Today was such a day, when he left the house this morning he noticed her holding her arm close to her side, though she would never tell him, Daniel knew she was in pain. She would not take the pecs, she complained that they upset her stomach. Her lower back was another problem area, on those cold or wet days she would often stoop over and he would watch her rise to her feet with more effort than normal. The injury took certain sexual positions off the table, her back just could not handle being on all fours in front of him. The scar tissue inside of her had also eased but had not dissipated and as such penetrating her, no matter the position, never lost the initial feeling of piercing virgin territory.

It didn’t take Daniel long to realize, as far his ability to ‘heal’ her went, that it had much less to do with the little genetic deposit he so enjoyed dropping off and much more to do with the long massages he had gave her by the heat of the fire which mattered most. She did so love it when he touched her. Daniel had never had a woman respond to his touch in the way that Calla did, as far as she was concerned, his touch was intoxicating. It didn’t matter if it was him doing the massaging or her rubbing his own tired and aching muscles, the result was the same. Skin to skin contact with him made her drunk.

It made her high.

And it made her heal.

However, it seemed he had reached the end of his ability to make her whole again.

New furniture had arrived in bits and pieces over the week, some of which had come from his storage hold. Calla had spent her days arranging the furniture and his archeological treasures. Everything in the house shined and everything looked as though it were exactly where it supposed to be, as though Fate herself had ordained that the easy chair should go in the corner between the bay window and the fireplace rather than the sofa (which is, of course, where he would have put it). In the evenings, after she sat with him at the dinner table, she would go upstairs for a long hot bath. Calla loved to bath, there had been no running water--never mind hot running water--on Tiberia and she would just soak away for an hour or so in the hot water and bubbles. Often, after one of her baths, Daniel would walk into the room and marvel at the fact that a woman could actually leave the bathroom smelling better than it had before she went in.

After her evening soak, Calla would return to where he was (provided he wasn’t busy at one of the computers, Calla never disturbed him when he was intently working away and off in his own world) which was usually in the big easy chair in the corner between the bay window and the fireplace working on some translation or problem. She would poke and feed the fire, pour herself a glass of wine, and curl up at his feet wearing nothing more than the fluffy white bathrobe she had purchased on her shopping adventure with Sam. Calla would drink her wine and drink in the heat of the fire while he scribbled and made notes. If he worked too far into the night, he would suddenly find that the book or note pad in his lap was pushing its way forward and look down to see that she had fallen asleep with her head in his lap.

“Hey, Daniel,” Major Carter called from behind him, “on your way to get something to eat?”

“Yeah,” he turned back to look at her, “want to join me?”

“Love to. “

Calla was in the kitchen deciding what she was going to make for Daniel’s supper that evening when a familiar voice came to her from the living room. “Anybody here?” It asked.

“Daniel!” Calla cried happily as she came out from the kitchen to see him standing by the front door. “Why are you here so early in the day?” She put her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

“I thought I’d come home for lunch,” he replied. “Surprised?”

“Yes,” her eyes lit up as raised herself to her tiptoes and kissed him. “What shall I make for you?”

“To tell you the truth, I’m not really hungry.” He nibbled at her neck, Calla jumped in his arms and let out a small laugh. “Not for food anyway.”

David wasted no time in getting his new sister in-law up the stairs to his brother‘s bedroom. If he stopped to kiss her more than once or twice or to stare into those wide eyes of hers, she might recognize the fact that the man who was about to fuck her was not the same one who was pretending to be her husband. David did not want to risk tipping his hand in the least, but he did want to fuck her. Fingers which tried but which were not as gentle as Daniel’s worked the buttons on the flannel shirt which covered Calla as his lips descended down the nape of her milky neck. Her skin was smooth against the surface of his clean-shaven cheek. Beneath the palm of his hand her heart beat hard and steady inside a chest that heaved with want. Over the last week, David spent his evenings whacking off at his laptop in the Motel 6 to the sounds and full color images of Danny and her going at it. David really got off watching her ride Danny on the screen and now she was the one who was going to be ridden, hard and fast.

“Daniel,” she whispered against his cheek as her hands reached to take off his shirt.

“No, leave it.” David told her and moved her hand to cover the he hardness between his legs.

“Daniel, you all right?” Jack asked. “You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine,” he said absently but his heart was beginning to race in his chest

.

“Hey!” Jack snapped his fingers. “I’m over here. You sure you’re all right?”

Suddenly there was a sharp stabbing pain in the pit of his stomach, suddenly he felt very ill. His head began to spin and his vision blurred, Daniel shook his head hard to try to clear it. “No, actually I’m not.” Daniel rose leaving the tray on the table. “Must have been something I ate. Excuse me.” Hurriedly he left the mess hall and made his way to the safe haven of his lab. When he arrived, he found that his cock was an aching lump of fire pushing the material of his fatigues to maximum. His mouth was suddenly wet and filling with a familiar sweet taste, but there was something wrong with that taste now, it was tinged with something bitter and salted. Sweat covered his face, it ran from his brow down his cheek and over his lips. Daniel slumped harder against the wall with his cock on fire and his eyes closed, his hot breath laboring inside his chest. The pain in his stomach rolled.

“Daniel?.....” Sam's voice came from the doorway.

“...take...” Calla asked as the juice of David’s cock still slid down her throat. He had entered her already but had stopped to make her take him into her mouth. It was dirty and degrading, something Daniel had yet to do but Kanan did often. There was something different about him today, something aggressive and dark. Calla rose with the taste of herself on her tongue and held her wrists out to him for binding.

David had watched her do that many times and every time Danny turned them away. Not today. He took her small wrists in his hands and wrapped his leather belt around them, he watched as her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. She did not protest. Cinching the leather strap tight and holding it with one hand in a firm grasp, he snatched the scanty Victoria Secret panties from her hips, which he had merely pushed aside earlier and turned her around to face the wall. For a moment, he thought that he should lay her down on the bed the way his brother so often did, but then he dismissed it. He had watched Danny fuck her, it was probably time she was laid proper. He was the man for the job. Like a cop about to pat down a wanted suspect, David spread her legs roughly with his knee and wrapped one around her waist to bring her fine ass closer to himself as he entered her...

Sam reached out and touched Daniel’s hand as he stood against the wall. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re about ready to....” she cast her sapphire eyes downward at the floor and took in the sight of his hard cock, “about to explode.” she finished.

That stabbing pain returned to the pit of his stomach, as if someone was jabbing with a hot poker from the inside His mouth gaped open and Daniel slid down the wall.

“Daniel!” Sam cried. “Colonel O’Neill!” She shouted out the door to the guards. “Get Colonel O’Neill and Doctor Frazer now!”

David surged in and out of his brother’s ‘wife’, his heart racing like a thoroughbred horse speeding toward post line. While she was just as tight as any 17 year-old he’d had the pleasure of deflowering, Calla was not as fragile and inexperienced as she appeared to be. Danny’s current fuck could really take a good pounding and David delighted in sliding every inch of himself in and out of her over and over again as he held her hands captive above her head.

Calla’s legs grew weak as she stood with her cheek pressed to the wall and her ass jutting out behind her. “Master Daniel,” she cried softly.

A wicked smile crossed his thin lips, David grew even harder at the sound of her words. He liked that, Master Daniel. If only it was Master David she had said he would blow his load right there and then. “Say it again.”

“Master....”

“...Daniel, can you hear me?“ Janet asked as she stood over him.

Sam, Jack and Teal’c stood in the doorway of Daniel’s lab watching as Daniel’s eyes stared into space while he sat bathed in his own sweat and his hands clenched to the middle of his stomach. Jack thought that was the last time he was eating in the mess hall, this looked like one hell of a case of food poisoning to him.

Daniel cried out and then doubled over in pain as the gurney was wheeled in and the orderlies hosted Daniel onto, they rushed him out of the office and down to the med lab.

“Master Daniel, please,” Calla begged as Daniel used the weight of his body to push her forward into the wall. “Forgive.” she whispered.

“Again,” he demanded and stretched the restraint around her wrist higher into the air."Say it again."

The muscles and joint in her shoulder barked with rebellion as white-hot pain shot through her. “Please, Master Daniel, forgive me. Please.” She was not begging his forgiveness for the climax that was coming for one was not, she was begging him to stop hurting her. With her mind she reached out to try to touch his, try and make him stop doing this to her. There was nothing but emptiness there, she could not reach him, and Daniel could not hear her.

The dark fantasies, which so often crept into the back of Daniel’s mind when he made love to Calla, thrust themselves forward through David who had no problem giving into them. David brought the strap that held her wrists high over head and planted the same elbow between her shoulder blades so that Calla's wrists and her body were securely held in the position he wanted her. David pushed his throbbing cock forward with cold gusto, putting his entire body weight into thrusts and crushing that delicate shoulder into the cold drywall. Her throat, like her cunt, gave a grunt of resistance and he let out a deep almost primitive howl and dumped a hot load into her soaking cunt. When he was done with her, Calla slid down the wall to the floor of the bedroom and watched as Daniel slid his pants back to his waist. He reached down and pulled the belt from her wrists then slid it through the loops. “I really hate to just rush off but I have to get back to work.”

Looking up at him from inside the wake of her hair and holding her arm tightly to her body, she wondered what she had done wrong to cause this change in him. How had she offended him? Would he just stand there and not tell her what she had done and how she could make amends for her deed? It appeared not. Daniel took the brush from the bureau and ran it through his hair, he did not look back at her. On weak legs, she rose and wrapped his flannel shirt around her naked body. “You will come home again later?” She asked as she reached for her underwear and blue jeans.

David smiled to himself, oh sure, Danny would be home later. He wondered what she would have to say to him about this afternoon. He would be waiting and watching via the internet for his answer. Fucking her had been a terrific experience, there was no doubting that, but more than that, it would start to throw her off and, in turn, and it would throw Daniel off as well. A little turmoil in their relationship was a good thing as far as David was concerned. David figured if he kept the playing field uneven and kept her guessing about what ‘Daniel’ was up to, and who he, David, was she would be less likely to suspect the truth when he took her out of here and away with him. “I’ll be home around 5:30 or so.” David kissed her cheek as he walked out the bedroom door.

David stood there on the porch for a few moments smoking a Marlboro and playing the little Afternoon Delight he had partaken in over in his mind. Oh, yeah, he could see why Danny would keep her around; she really was a fine ride.

Ah, poor poor Danny. David smiled and drew deeply from the cancer stick. “Sorry, boy, but someone else had dibs on her first.” He flicked the butt onto the front walk, it landed next to the one he had tossed before letting himself into the house earlier. “He’ll share her with me and you won‘t.” Taking one last look back to see if she was staring out the window at ‘Daniel’ and seeing that she was not, he climbed into the black Jetta he had rented earlier in the day and drove off toward the nearest package store.

Daniel laid on the gurney in the base med-lab for an hour and a half, the first twenty minutes or so of which he suffered through the worst case of the Bed Spins ever known to man! The worst of the pain he felt had subsided within twenty minutes or so but it took longer for his head to stop spinning and his heart to stop racing. The thing inside of him, which caused his heart to race, was fear. As he lay there, he could not shake the feeling of being a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. After Janet cleared him, he thought about calling Calla, this had to have something to do with her, the spinning in his head felt like it did when she tried to peek inside his mind only to the 25th degree. Whatever it was, it had left him utterly helpless and confused. Instead of calling her, Daniel decided to go home for the day.

It was usually dark by the time he arrived home but he was early today and the sun was still shining. As he made his way up the front walk to his new house, he noticed two cigarette butts on the concrete by the front door. Daniel stopped and picked them up, he was still holding them in his hand when he opened the door to find Calla sitting by the fire with an open bottle of White Zinfandel and bottle of percs on the coffee table.

“Hello, Daniel. Home again so soon?” Calla did not rise to greet him as she normally did. “How was the rest of your day?” Calla turned to look at him from her place on the sofa.

“Oh, fine, I guess. I wasn’t feeling very well earlier but, ah, I seem to be all right now. Seems to have been something I ate. How about you? How are you feeling?" He asked and hoped that she would give something that he could work with regarding his earlier bout with what Janet thought as a mild form of food poisoning.

“I’m fine.“

So much for that idea. Calla was never one to volunteer information. “Something smells good,” he commented as he stood next to her and realized that although he had been sick to his stomach just a few hours ago, he was ravenous now. Calla was a wonderful cook and she had made meals for him every day since they moved into the house. She still did not eat meat; she did prepare it very well. Calla would sit with him at the kitchen table while he ate what she had made for him. Food was not among her favorite things, while she would take a small plate, she mainly pushed the food around with her fork and made conversation. She cleaned, did laundry and all of the ‘wifely’ duties, which might have been expected of her in, oh, say, 1940. Daniel had told her that she didn’t have to do those things for him. He could cook, kind of, and he really didn’t give a damn what the house looked like, let it get dusty and cluttered, that was ok with him, just so long as there wasn’t any old food hanging around. Calla would smile and agree with him and then turn around and do all of those things anyway.

“Yes, your dinner is just about ready.” Calla waited for him to say something about this afternoon, even to acknowledge that he had been here earlier, but Daniel did not. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“No,” there was something different about her tonight. Her eyes, why wasn’t she looking at him? To Daniel’s ears her tone was still light but there seemed to be an edge hiding in it somewhere. “Hey,“ he sat down next to her and reached for her hand but she did not offer it to him, “what’s wrong?“

“Nothing.“ Still she did not look at him.

Daniel was content to let it go for now but he‘d get it out of her before the night was over. “I’m going up for a shower. We’ll eat when I come down, ok?” Not to mention the fact he could use the shower after all the unscheduled sweating he had done this afternoon.

“If you wish. Master Daniel.”

The phrase made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. How long had it been since she had called him ‘Master Daniel’ or said ‘if you wish’ to him? Two, maybe, three weeks now. It wasn’t just the words, it was her tone, so like when he had first found her on Tiberia. Something was wrong with her today. Perhaps something had upset her, it was probably something small. She had done so well up to this point in making all the adjustments she had and that had to be hard on her. It couldn’t possibly be easy. If she slipped once in a while, that was to be expected, wasn’t it? Daniel made his way up the stairs without further comment, absently he dropped the cigarette butts into the wastebasket before stripping off his clothes and standing under the hot jets.

The meal came and went and still Daniel said nothing about coming home this afternoon or about their encounter. Maybe he would not, that was possible, of course it was. Why not? Calla decided not to push him about it and to do her best to forget it. Long ago, Mother had told her that Darkness hides in the hearts of all men. It was part of Calla’s curse to bear, as the daughter of Aphrodite and Ares, that her presence would always call to that Darkness in the men--especially the Mortal men--around her. They would always look at her, leer at her, try and possess her. Calla was no fool, she saw the way they looked at her and kept a close eye on all of them when need be, she only chose not to pay any outward heed to them.

The Darkness was the reason Eros had gifted her with what served as her only true defense, the acid in her skin. Eros did not want his sister to be touched by just anyone. Master Daniel was a mortal man and he was no different from the other mortal men where the Darkness was concerned. Though he was better at controlling that Darkness then most men probably were, he still harbored it and from time to time it would show itself. That was just the way it was. Calla did not let the new house in which she resided or the attentions he gave to her lull her into moving from her place in his life and this afternoon had proven to her that she had been right to dig in her heels and not take the comforts he offered her. She was not his wife and never would be. Daniel repeatedly said she was not his whore either, but that was not true. Not at all.

After her evening bath, Calla returned to Daniel's side, settling in at his feet with her glass of wine. Daniel looked over the top of the book on Ancient Egyptian Cultures he had been reading to see her take the bottle of percs out of the robe pocket and down not one but two with a large gulp of the alcohol in her cup. "Hey," he called her attention to him, "it hurts today?"

"Hei."

"Do you want me to rub it for you?" He closed the book and put it on the floor.

"Co." She turned her eyes away from him. "It will be fine." Calla drank down the rest of the wine and put the glass on the coffee table as she turned herself toward the heat of the fire.

End Chapter Twenty
Daughter of the Gods: Every New Beginning
By Moon Mistress
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Chapter Twenty-One

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