The ballroom of the hotel was filled with elegantly attired men, dressed in suits and dress uniforms. There was even an occasional splash of colour caused by the presence of a woman. All present were masked in a variety of guises, some wore a plain black band covering the eyes, others had more elaborate constructions of feather, velvet and other luxurious materials, which covered most of their face.
Down the centre of the room a runway had been built to allow the lots to parade themselves before the buyers. To one side of it stood the small podium where the auctioneer for the evening would stand. At the moment, he was presiding over lot 12, a tennis professional who was being bid on fiercely by rival politicians.
Backstage, lot 13 was waiting nervously for his term. Dr Daniel Jackson, archaeologist, linguist and babe to one Colonel Jack O’Neill was pacing backwards and forwards. He couldn’t believe the nerve of his lover, persuading him to take part in the SGC Grand Charity Auction and then getting called to Washington for some Pentagon emergency, which meant he couldn’t take part in the auction, either as another lot or as Daniel’s buyer.
Finally, the tennis player was sold for $15,000 and it was Daniel’s turn. He walked nervously to stand at the head of the runway, while the auctioneer, a doctor from the local hospital, which was to benefit from the proceeds of the auction, introduced him.
“Lot 13, Dr Daniel Jackson of the SGC, who holds multiple degrees and speaks 23 languages,” the man said, with a flourish.
Daniel took his cue and started down the catwalk. Teal’c’s advice flashed into his mind and he slowed his walk to a swagger, swinging his hips in a way that he knew drove Jack crazy and displayed his ass in a provocative manner, calculated to arouse and enflame the libidos of those watching.
When he reached the end of the catwalk, the bidding was already at $20,000, a record for the evening so far. Daniel did a twirl, noting from a blurry distance Teal’c’s approving nod. He paced the cross piece of the T-shaped catwalk, pausing at each end with a hand on hip and chest thrust forward, showing his muscles and flashing a smile at those watching who whistled in appreciation.
The bidding was getting ever more frenzied, having now reached $25,000. Daniel sighed internally, hating displaying himself like a piece of meat, but reminding himself that it was all for a good cause.
Finally, he turned and made his way back down the catwalk to pose next to the auctioneer. In every other case, this point had concluded the bidding, but in this instance, it was still raging out of control, so, at a nod from the auctioneer, Daniel set off down the catwalk again.
Gradually, the bidders dropped out, until only two remained. Without the advantage of his glasses, Daniel had no way of seeing if he could work out who they were. The bidding finally topped $30,000 and one of the bidders, a heavy set man wearing a General’s uniform, shook his head reluctantly, dropping out of the game.
“Sold for $30,000 to the man in the peacock mask and Armani suit,” the doctor announced, mopping his brow on a handy towel.
Daniel went back stage, where he was handed a thick robe and asked to wait for his buyer in his dressing room. Teal’c reached his side as he made his way to the small room he’d been allocated.
“Hi Teal’c,” Daniel said.
Teal’c nodded a greeting and handed Daniel his glasses.
“Any idea who bought me?” Daniel asked.
“I regret I do not, Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c said in his bass rumble.
“Oh well, thanks anyway,” Daniel murmured, going in to his room.
“I will see you next week, Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c said.
No one was allowed to be present when the buyer and slave met up, so Daniel sat alone in his room to wait. He couldn’t even get dressed until the guy showed up, because part of the deal was that the purchaser was allowed a close-up inspection of his goods before he made payment. Although Daniel was fairly certain he wouldn’t be rejected, as he wasn’t totally unaware of his physical attributes, he couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. It was a long time since anyone other than Jack had seen him naked for anything other than medical purposes. To be rejected would be totally humiliating, not to mention the shame it would cast on the SGC.
The knock at the door startled Daniel and he stammered out his invitation to enter. To his surprise, the man who stood there was unmasked and clearly a hotel employee. This wasn’t part of the deal.
“I was asked to give you this, sir,” the man said, holding out an envelope.
Daniel took it and gave the nervous young man a tip, which he pocketed gratefully before hurrying away. Daniel opened the envelope, which had his name printed on the front and bore the hotel’s logo.
The single piece of paper was short and to the point. “Please join me in Room 312, I don’t need to see you to know I won’t want to reject you.” It was also printed and unsigned. In the envelope was an electronic key card with the room number on it.
Daniel dressed hurriedly, wondering what the hell sort of game was being played here and made his way up to the third floor. He looked around the corridor, but it was empty, so he used the key card to go into the room, which proved to be a suite.
On the coffee table, a note sat next to a red rose. “Your purchaser will join you shortly, please wait naked on the bed.” Again it was printed and unsigned.
Daniel was starting to get a little pissed now, but the rules of the auction were clear: all lots had to do exactly what was requested of them by the person who bought them for 48 hours, providing it wasn’t illegal.
Daniel had only being lying on the bed a couple of minutes when he heard the door open and close in the outer room of the suite. He heard footsteps and a clinking noise. He looked up expectantly as the door to the bedroom opened. As his buyer came into the room, his mouth dropped open in surprise.
Standing there before him was his lover, Jack O’Neill, holding a bucket with a bottle in and two glasses.
“Surprise!” Jack said as he came into the room, a big grin on his face.
Daniel couldn’t help sputtering a bit. “Jack! How the hell did you get $30,000 to pay for me?” he finally managed to ask.
Jack looked smug. “Cashed in a couple of bonds,” he said, starting to undress.
“And why aren’t you in Washington?” Daniel demanded.
Jack looked crestfallen. “Anybody would think you weren’t pleased to see me,” he muttered, dumping the bucket and glasses on a dresser and crossing to stand next to the bed.
Daniel rolled over, displaying his prominent erection to his lover. “Oh, I’m pleased to see you all right,” he purred. “Just a little surprised that’s all.”
“Well, that was the plan,” Jack said, crawling across the bed to reach Daniel. Finally, he pounced on his lover and kissed him energetically for several minutes.
“There was no way I was going to let you spend our anniversary with some stranger, whatever cause it was in aid of, so I enlisted the General’s help with this little plan to ensure I got to spend the weekend with you uninterrupted.”
“Oh, Jack, that’s so sweet,” Daniel said, a silly grin on his face. “I love you.”
Jack’s answering grin was just as sappy. “I love you too, Spackemonkey,” he said and leaned in for another kiss.
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