Warnings: daddy-kink, language

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Atlantis 17:00 Prisoner Holding Area

John stood outside the detention area trying to find the right words to say, but what exactly was he suppose to say to the man he had been fucking around with for months, the man who had pleasured him beyond belief, the man who had a Goa`uld in his head? How long had the snake been inside Caldwell? Was it the snake who had fucked him for all these months or was it Caldwell? Had Caldwell been an unwilling participant all those times his body had claimed John’s? Was Steven in a living hell watching helplessly as the Goa`uld plundered John’s tight ass and shot his hot sticky spunk inside the pathetic human who needed a daddy to play with in the bedroom?

John felt himself blushing in shame and mumbled to himself, “You are a sick bastard John.” He wanted to find out the truth from the Goa`uld, but he was terrified that the snake would confirm his suspicions. What if it had been the Goa`uld all these months and not Caldwell? He couldn’t imagine a worse faith than to find out that Earth’s worst enemy had wormed themselves into Atlantis by manipulating and using Atlantis’ commanding military officer.

On the other hand, Caldwell could have just been infected on his last visit to Earth, which meant that last night’s encounter in John’s quarters was the only time a snake had fucked with him. “This is why you’re not supposed to get involved with anyone at work John,” he reprimanded himself.

He stared at the door that led to Caldwell’s cell, ironically the same one that had been used to house Steve the Wraith. Steve had proven himself to be quite beneficial when he unknowingly allowed himself to be the guinea pig in an experiment which ultimately killed the Wraith. Now, the cell held Steven, who he admitted to caring about, and he was unsure how to approach the parasite that had control of his lover. “How the fuck do I even know if Steven or that thing inside him is my lover?”

Grateful that he was alone, John began to pace back and forth across the small foyer working the possible scenarios out in his mind. Last night’s encounter had been no different from their other encounters. It seemed to have been his Caldwell touching and kissing him, but he knew that the snake had to have been in Caldwell by then which could only mean that the Goa`uld was either a really quick learner, or he had been with John before in another sexual escapade. “Why in the hell would a Goa`uld want to hook up with me in the beginning? It had to be Caldwell the first couple of times, right?” He felt the first signs of a tension headache creeping up his neck, and he massaged the back of his neck in an attempt to ease the tension. What he didn’t understand was why the Goa`uld would want to fuck him in the first place. What was there to gain by bedding him? It’s not like Caldwell had ever been able to use their relationship to his advantage. If anything, their relationship allowed John more leeway in disputing Caldwell’s authority and rank.

“Okay, hopefully last night was the only time this fucking snake touched me,” John spoke softly to himself unable to hold in the shudder of disgust, but why would the Goa`uld come to him last night? What was there to gain from fucking him? “Maybe the snake was just horny and knew where he could get some action. I mean they chose the human body as a host for a reason, right?”

He stopped pacing and stood in front of the doors once again reluctant to enter into the prisoner’s cell. “Okay, you can do this John. What’s the worst thing the fucker can say? That it was in control of Caldwell’s body since the beginning, using you like some whore, laughing at the pathetic mortal who’s into daddy-kink?” He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants not believing the amount of nervousness and tension he felt in his body. He knew deep down that the Goa`uld had just recently possessed Caldwell, but he couldn’t help the knot of dread settling in the pit of his stomach.

He stepped closer to the door watching it opening slowly revealing the Goa`uld and its host sitting on the floor of the cell. He nodded in the direction of the two guards signaling for them to leave him alone with the prisoner. He approached the cell slowly watching as the prisoner stood up and walked towards him.

“Colonel Sheppard, so nice of you to join us,” Caldwell announced with a metallic voice.

John ignored the ‘us’ remark and instead focused the conversation on Atlantis. “Sorry about ruining your plans to destroy Atlantis. I mean you went through so much trouble only to fail.”

The Goa`uld looked Sheppard up and down slowly, “I wouldn’t say I was a complete failure.”

“Have you planned any other surprises?”

Caldwell sighed in disgust, “Why don’t you just ask me?”

John feigned innocence, “Ask you what?”

Caldwell licked his lips and winked, “You know what…although you didn’t seem to mind last night when I had my tongue up your ass.” John stared in horror as the Goa`uld closed his eyes and wiggled his tongue in the air mimicking his actions from the night before. “You taste so fucking good. I can still taste you on my tongue. In my mouth…umm…I can still smell you on my cock.”

John felt his hands slightly shaking but he refused to let the Goa`uld bait him, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“I always do when I’m inside you.”

It was such a simple statement but it had mammoth ramifications, “Always?” Caldwell smiled but did not respond to John’s question. “Why me? Is it because you needed me to help you with your plans?”

“I wanted you,” Caldwell simply replied.

“Wanted me for what?”

“You are an exquisite example of why the Goa`uld chose the human form as their ideal host. You are beautiful, and I had to have you.”

"For how long>" John asked stepping closer to the the prisoner's cell.

“See, now that’s the real question isn’t it? You want to know if it’s been me all along don’t you?”

John swallowed nervously, “Yes.”

“You want to know if Caldwell is as sick as you.”

“I’m not sick,” John defended.

Caldwell placed his hand on the hardening bulge in his pants and stroked it lightly. “You don’t think wanting your daddy’s cock in you is sick?”

“Not that I have to defend myself with you, but I don’t really want my daddy inside me. I just like authority and being out of control.” John explained watching Caldwell’s hand in undisguised interest.

“You want it now don’t you?” the Goa`uld laughed. “I think you’re getting hot thinking about what I would do to you if you were inside this cell with me.”

John tore his eyes away from Caldwell’s busy hand and instead found himself staring into a set of glowing eyes that were practically undressing him. “I don’t want you. I thought you were Caldwell last night and…”

"And the times before that?"

John felt his knees giving out and he inadvertently grabbed a horizontal bar for support, “There were other times?”

Caldwell stepped up to the bars and slowly placed his hands on the same bar as Sheppard’s. Mere inches separated the two men. He stared intently into John’s eyes enjoying the kaleidoscope of emotions on Sheppard’s face. “Let’s just say last night was not the only time I’ve tasted your sweet essence.”

John jumped away from the cell when he felt the Goa`uld’s fingers caressing his own. He wondered how he could have been so careless as to let the thing so close. “When was the first time?”

“Put your hand back on the bar and I will tell you.”

John knew from SGC reports that the Goa`uld was stronger than humans and he wasn’t willing to take the chance. “I don’t think so, but why don’t you tell me anyway.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because you enjoyed yourself at my expense,” John replied irritated with the game the Goa`uld was playing.

Caldwell shook his head in disbelief, “John, let’s be honest shall we? You’re the one who spread your legs so willingly and so often for me and for Sumner, so don’t act all innocent and betrayed. It doesn’t suit you my little slut.”

John raked a hand through his hair in frustration, “Answer the fucking question!”

“You’re so fucking hot when you get angry…”

“Shut up!” John was angry with himself for losing control, but the bastard was pushing all his buttons. Thankfully, he heard a familiar voice in his headset interrupting his failed attempt at interrogation. “Go ahead Elizabeth.”

“I just wanted to let you know that the Asgard are ready to perform the procedure on Colonel Caldwell, so let me know when you are finished interrogating the Goa`uld.”

John stared at Caldwell who was looking back at him with an intense glare, “I’m through with it. The snake has nothing useful to say, so I guess we can let the Asgard do their thing.”

“Good, I’ll let Hermiod know that he can begin,” Weir responded ending the radio transmission.

“Well, I guess it’s time to say goodbye to your host. I hope you don’t mind being beamed out into space,” John smiled.

“It is sad that I have to leave you and your pretty little ass, but I’m sure he’ll enjoy it.”

John turned around and began walking towards the exit, “Just for the record, I don’t believe you. You had me once, and you won’t live long enough to have me again.”

Caldwell watched Sheppard leaving enjoying the view, “That may be true, but I wouldn’t go shoving your tongue down the good Colonel’s mouth when I’m dead and gone. He just might just bite it off.”

Sheppard stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at the Goa`uld refusing to believe the snake, “Well then, I guess being the good little slut that I am, I’d better just drop to my knees and suck him off. That’ll earn his devotion don’t you think?”

The Goa`uld laughed and watched the human leaving the room admiring Sheppard’s confidence and passion. He knew that Sheppard left full of doubt and disbelief; not knowing if the real Caldwell had ever been his lover, but he valiantly turned his back on the only being in Atlantis who could tell him the truth. Of course, in the grand scheme of things, the truth Sheppard was seeking was trivial at best. The ultimate truth of why the Goa`uld had come to Atlantis had not been discovered or even imagined. The Tau`ri had guessed that Colonel Caldwell had been used to set a bomb off to destroy Atlantis; thus keeping the Wraith out of their galaxy, but the real reason for Caldwell’s implantation had never entered their primitive minds.