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“What the hell are you doing in here?”

Martouf looked up from the computer screen. “Dr. Jackson said that I could use his computer, Colonel O’Neill.”

“Yeah? So where’s Daniel? This was his office, last time I checked.”

“He is ill with a virus, and went home to recuperate. On his way out, he told me that I should do some work on the dictionary he is compiling of Goa’uld and English.” Martouf leaned back in his chair and stretched. “It is rather tedious, but progress is being made.”

Jack stayed in the doorway, glaring. “Why are you still here, anyway? Jacob is on a plane to San Diego, so you won’t need to be here again until he’s done with his trip.”

The younger man raised his eyebrows. “I am spending this evening in Samantha’s company. Since she will not be through with her work for at least another hour, I thought it best to not distract her, and accomplish something useful at the same time.” He frowned at the computer screen. “This keyboard is very strange to work with. We do not use such technology, and the letters are in unusual places.”

Jack didn’t answer, trying to mask his irritation. So Sam was going out with Martouf tonight, huh? Why? What the hell did she see in him? Well, besides a handsome, young body. Young. He ran his fingers through his graying hair and sighed. “You know, I think there are some reports that I need Carter to work on. She might not be done until late.”

“Indeed?”

“Yeah, could be midnight or so until she’s done.” Take that, snake boy.

Eyes narrowed, Martouf glared right back. “These aggressive displays are most uncivil, Colonel O’Neill. You do not wish Samantha to socialize with me? That should be her decision, yet you would use your professional authority over her to influence her private life.”

“Damn straight I would! You keep after her because in some sick way you think she’s your dead wife!” Jack placed his hands on the desk and frowned. “I don’t want Carter to have to deal with a broken heart after you’ve gotten your head on straight.”

The Tok’ra’s voice was icy. “I assure you, Colonel, I am quite aware of who Samantha is. She is a beautiful, intelligent woman who wants me to have dinner with her tonight, and you are interfering where you are not wanted.” His look turned contemptuous. “You desire her for yourself, but will not admit it to yourself or her, and so you would deny her a chance for happiness as well.”

Jack envisioned his hands around that prominent Adam’s apple, slowly choking the life out of the man. “That’s out of line, Martouf. I’m Sam’s commanding officer.”

“And regulations forbid a personal relationship between the two of you?”

“That’s right,” Jack replied quietly in a dangerous tone of voice.

“And you always follow regulations, of course.” Martouf scoffed. “She cares for you, but will do nothing as well. Your military is foolish, to try and regulate emotions. In the Tok’ra, we know that life is uncertain, and happiness to be grasped at and cherished.”

“If she cares for me, then why are you two going out to dinner tonight?”

“We’ll be cooking at her apartment, actually,” Martouf informed him smugly, “and where is it mandated that a woman cannot desire more than one man?”

Jack snorted. “Well, that’s good, considering that there’s two of you in there.”

“You are a fool, O’Neill! You are such a man as I would be proud to call my friend, if you were not so insanely jealous!” Martouf stood, leaning forward to stare at his opponent. He shook his head. “I do not know why I even bother. You are too narrow-minded.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, if I’d only see that having a snake inside my brain was the best way to go, everything would be just peachy, right?”

Grumbling, Martouf sat back down and rested his chin upon his hands. “You remind me a great deal of a man I knew before I joined the Tok’ra, O’Neill.”

“Story time now, huh, Marty?”

“Shut up and listen, you idiot. Aidar was a strong young man, intelligent and brave, and a friend to many. He and Garen had been friends since their youth. However, in time both men realized that they loved Eleth, a weaver in their village.”

“And what, they bashed each other’s heads in, thereby revealing how horrible jealousy is?” O’Neill asked in a bored tone.

“No.” Martouf stared at Jack intently. “Both spoke to Eleth, and proposed that the three of them become mates. It was better to share the woman they loved, rather than let her destroy their friendship.”

“What the hell are you proposing, Marty? The situation isn’t really a parrallel, since we’re not exactly best pals. I can’t marry Sam, and I certainly don’t want you!” Jack leaned back and crossed his arms.

“Yes, Jacob has informed me that your country does not approve of polygamy. I am not suggesting a permanent commitment, O’Neill, nor am I saying that I desire men instead of women. What I am saying is that if will stop you from making Samantha unhappy, I would not object to sharing her.”

Jack said nothing, merely looking at Martouf inscrutably.

“It is your decision, of course, O’Neill. But whatsoever you decide, I will be with Samantha tonight.” Martouf smiled slyly. “She wants me, and I her. You, on the other hand, must choose between our company and being alone.” His smile turned slightly malicious. “Shall I describe the taste of her lips, how she moves her tongue when we kiss? Might that help persuade you?”

“You’re a sick man, Martouf.” Jack shook his head. “I’d have to be crazy.”

“So the answer is no, I take it?” He shrugged. “But you will not interfere.”

“I didn’t say that.” Jack looked back into Martouf’s eyes, trying to judge the situation. “I’ve been called crazy before.”

“Perhaps... it is time to earn the label?”

“What would Sam think of this? I wouldn’t want her to be uncomfortable.”

The Tok’ra lips twitched, and he sighed. “Join us for dinner, and we shall see what happens.”

“This is a very bad idea,” mumbled Jack. “A very, very bad idea.” The mental picture of Sam, naked, made him close his eyes, shivering.

“Possibly. But we’re going to find out, one way or another, aren’t we?”

* * * *

Sam leaned back against the sofa and closed her eyes, idly listening to Jack and Martouf washing the dishes from their evening meal. The two men were laughing and joking as though they’d never acted like two hormonally imbalanced alpha males in each other’s company. She’d gone to Daniel’s office earlier to find Martouf, only to see him engrossed in a game of chess with Jack, the two of them chatting like old friends. Then, Martouf had informed her that Jack was joining them for dinner.

She quietly growled with frustration. She had invited Martouf over in order to seduce him, damn it! When was Colonel O’Neill going to leave? Not that he wasn’t quite attractive as well, but she was certain that breaking regulations on fraternization would never occur to him. So... how to get Jack out of the apartment?

“Hmm... wow! Did you see Laira? I could have sworn she just walked down the street?” Nah, that wouldn’t work. “Colonel, did you know there’s a fishing contest just out of town tonight? Yeah! You don’t want to miss that, do you?” She shook her head, and dismissed her thoughts, which didn’t seem too plausible at the moment.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Sam startled as both Jack and Martouf dropped down onto the sofa on either side of her.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” she snapped, then waited a moment. “Okay, pay up.”

Jack shook his head. “Don’t have any cash on me, Carter. You’ll just have to take it out of my hide.” Martouf threw his head back and laughed, and both men put their arms around her shoulders.

“Okay, that’s it!” Sam stood up and turned to glare at them both. “Would either of you care to let me know what the hell is going on? I feel like I’m in an episode of the Twilight Zone, or like I came into contact with that quantum mirror and ended up in a reality where the two of you are buddies! What happened to the endless bickering, and Colonel, how did you manage to get invited on this date?”

Both men were smirking wickedly, not even trying to hide their amusement. Finally, Martouf shrugged. “We decided that our animosity could be put to better use, Samantha.”

“So out of the blue the two of you decide to act like civilized men. Well, that’s a first.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t go that far, Sam,” Jack drawled. “We just thought that we might share our toys instead of fighting over them.”

She shook her head, confused. “Okay, I have no clue what you’re talking about, Colonel.”

“He’d prefer it if you called him Jack, Samantha,” Martouf interjected softly.

It was obviously time to go for maximum bluntness. “Whatever. So, Jack,” she put vicious emphasis on his name, “it’s been great having you over for dinner, and I appreciate how you helped with the dishes. But if you don’t mind, I’d like you to leave so that Martouf and I can have sex. Okay?”

At that, both men howled with laughter, pounding each other on the back. “My God, Sam,” Jack gasped, “you are absolutely incredible.”

“I’m going to kick both of you out if you don’t tell me what’s going on!” She was trying to reign in her temper, honestly. But the two of them were acting like they knew the punch line to the best joke in the world, and wouldn’t tell her.

“It’s quite simple, Samantha. Ask yourself, what do both Jack and I want that we might agree to share?” Martouf’s grey eyes were intent upon her, and Jack patted the space on the sofa that she’d vacated, silently asking her to sit back down.

Her mouth was suddenly very dry. “You’re talking about me, aren’t you?”

Jack nodded once. “Yes. If you’re willing, Sam.”

“But sir... I mean, Jack -- the regulations?” Her knees were feeling somewhat wobbly as well.

“Screw the regs,” he growled softly. “Sam, I want you, and I’m pretty sure it’s not one-sided, is it?”

She cleared her throat, hoping she wouldn’t have a heart attack from shock. “No. No, it isn’t.”

“And you desire me as well, do you not?” Martouf added quietly. “We know this is not an ideal situation, Samantha, nor one that will be permanent. But tonight, why can we not have what we want?”

She didn’t answer, but walked back over to the sofa and sat between them. Martouf brushed his lips against her cheek gently, while Jack ran his hand up and down her arm, causing goose bumps to spring up in his wake. She giggled, somewhat hysterically. This was, without a doubt, one of the stupidest things she was ever going to do. But, she couldn’t have cause for regret if she didn’t have some fun, first.

Leaning forward, she covered Martouf’s lips with her own, as Jack brushed aside the hair at the nape of her neck and began covering the exposed skin with soft kisses. She sighed, feeling strangely relaxed and languorous as both men began exploring her body.

Smiling against her neck, Jack moved his hands to her waist and began pulling her shirt away from her jeans. Martouf assisted by slowly unbuttoning the front of her shirt, all the while exploring her mouth with his tongue. At the feel of Jack’s rough warm hands running up her back, Sam moaned softly, then louder as he reached forward to caress her breasts beneath the thin fabric of her bra. Martouf moved his mouth to her neck, then her bare shoulder as he pushed her shirt off of her.

Shrugging off her bra, she turned to Jack, lifting his shirt and helping him pull it over his head, pressing herself to him. He closed his eyes at the feeling of her bare skin against his, placed one hand under her head, and drew her to him for a kiss. This was, he reflected, much better than their previous kisses, when she had been infected with a virus, or when he had kissed her double from another reality in front of a room full of people. True, Martouf was here, removing his own clothes, but strangely, it didn’t seem like such an intrusion. Instead, he had a partner in crime, someone to help him drive Sam wild.

“Oh God,” she breathed, as he bent his head to run his tongue over her breasts. Her head fell back, and Martouf began nibbling on her ear. She gasped for air, luxuriating in the sensations both men were causing. “Jack,” she moaned as he increased stimulation on her nipples, almost to the point of pain.

“Bedroom,” Jack murmured urgently. She nodded, laughing suddenly as Martouf picked her up and carried her to the bed. Jack followed, unzipping his jeans and kicking them off.

Martouf lay her down on her back, and began unbuttoning her jeans, pausing to kiss her belly as the fabric drew away. She raised her hips to aid him in pulling them off, only to fall back onto the bed with a cry as his mouth attacked her toes, sucking sensually.

Jack quickly pushed his boxers over his hips and onto the floor. Stepping out of them, he stretched out on the bed beside Sam, who was writhing as Martouf worked his way up her legs. He pressed up against her, just holding her for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her body against his. It all seemed like a dream, he realized, a fantasy that wouldn’t hold up in the light of day. But even so, why not enjoy it while it lasted? Groaning her name, he buried his face in her neck, biting and kissing the soft skin, and breathing in her scent.

Martouf gently drew off her underwear, brushing his cheek over her groin, savoring the scent of her arousal. Pressing his lips to her belly, he parted her thighs and ran his fingers through the golden curls, smiling as she arched beneath him.

Sam no longer bothered stifling her cries as Martouf replaced his fingers with his tongue. She trembled, enjoying the spreading warmth in her belly and legs, and the shivers that Jack was bringing forth as he toyed with her neck and ears. “Yes,” she sighed, biting down of her lower lip, barely aware of who was doing what, just concentrating on the wonderful sensations the two men were creating.

Martouf raised his head and caught Jack’s attention. “She is ready,” he announced with satisfaction. “I believe the expression Jacob taught me is ‘Age before beauty.’” He grinned at the expression on Jack’s face.

“Or pearls before swine, Marty.” Jack moved closer to Sam, running his hands down her lovely form.

“Are you guys going to make up your mind already?” she complained. “Some of us want to have sex sometime tonight.”

“You have waited longer than I, Jack,” Martouf deferred. “I shall watch,” and he leaned back against the pillows, eyes intent upon them.

Jack settled in between Sam’s legs and gave her a lingering kiss. “You’re sure about this, Sam?” he whispered, tracing one hand across her face.

She caught his fingers and nipped at them. “Yes. Please, Jack.” She placed her hands on his backside, giving a not-so-subtle nudge. “I want you.”

He swallowed, trying to get rid of the sudden lump in his throat, and slowly entered her, both of them gasping at the feeling. Stretching out on top of her, he wrapped his arms around her and embraced her tightly, wanting to sear every moment into his memory.

“Do you need any assistance, old man?” Martouf teased from his spot against the pillows. “If you have forgotten what comes next, I’m sure I could demonstrate.”

“Shut up, Martouf,” Jack and Sam said in unison. She wrapped her legs around his and began moving underneath him.

“Oh God, Sam...” he whispered in her ear, begin to slowly thrust into her. She was soft and so very hot, and there wasn’t a chance in hell of this lasting more than a few minutes, he’d wanted her for so long.

“Yes,” she encouraged him softly, then more fiercely, marking her fingernails into his skin. She raised her hips, moaning as he increased the intensity of his movements. He ran his tongue along her neck, placed his hands on her hips, and held them still as he pressed hard within her, enjoying the whimpers coming from her throat. There was only heat and the tightness of her around him, the roaring in his ears, and her loud cry as she arched beneath him, eyes squeezing tight as she trembled with release.

He held still as she clenched around him, his eyes fixed upon her face, which was flushed, her cheeks pink with exertion, mouth gasping for air. She was exquisite, and he bit down on his lip, pressing into her again. He was so close, and even as he gasped her name repeatedly, he was mentally reciting hockey scores because he didn’t want this to end, not ever. She was still moving beneath him, moaning with the pleasure he gave her, and with a final ecstatic cry, he clung tightly to her as his back arched and he exploded within her.

Rolling to his side, he pulled her back into his arms, kissing her fiercely. She smiled back at him, running her hands through his chest hair, eyes bright with unshed tears. He wanted nothing more than to declare his undying love for her at that moment, but knew better than to push his luck. They lay entwined for a few more moments, then Martouf pressed himself against Sam’s back.

She grinned. “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you,” she assured him.

“I thought as much. But I was feeling rather lonely,” he teased her, smiling over her shoulder at Jack, then bringing his hands up to clasp her breasts.

“No, not yet,” she replied, turning to face him. “My turn.” Resting her head against his warm chest, she sighed with contentment. Two gorgeous men for her to play with, and down time until Sunday afternoon. Life should always be this wonderful. Running her hands across his hips, she fastened her lips on a hard nipple, sucking and nibbling while giving her hands free reign.

Martouf arched his head into the mattress and murmured incoherently as her fingers strayed lower to his arousal. Wrapping her hand around him, she squeezed gently, rubbing the soft skin. Looking up, her eyes met Jack’s, dark with returning need.

The thought of a menage-a-trois had never entered his mind before today, but he had to admit, it wasn’t quite as weird as he thought. The sight of her tormenting Martouf was incredibly erotic, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her. When she ran her tongue over Martouf’s hardened shaft, both men groaned at once. Winking at Jack, she bent to her task, delighted with Martouf’s sighs and pleas that she not stop.

Finally, he placed his hands gently on her head and pulled her away. “I do not want to finish just yet,” he told her, voice low and passionate. Turning onto his side, he embraced her tightly, kissing her and moving his hand between her legs. Sam stifled another cry as his finger reached her swollen clit. As he continued, she sobbed with passion, the sensations almost unbearable.

When her cries grew louder, he moved away, drawing her to her hands and knees. Jack quickly tossed her a pillow for support, enchanted by the look of ecstasy on her face as Martouf entered her and began moving slowly back and forth.

Sam buried her head in the pillow and screamed aloud. Martouf was so deep within her and she was overwhelmed by the tremors and feelings as she shuddered against him. She had climaxed once, but he was insistent, never stopping, taking her higher and further until her awareness dwindled to his hands holding her hips, his mouth against her back, and the explosion of heat inside her. Throwing his head back, he groaned, all but collapsing on top of her, shaking uncontrollably.

Withdrawing from her, Martouf surrendered to blissful exhaustion, falling back onto the bed, and curling up against her back. Sam whimpered as the aftershocks shook through her, then sighed with sensual contentment. With a faint smile, Jack pulled the blankets up over them, and slid into bed to cuddle against Sam.

“Wow,” she whispered, closing her eyes and wrapping one arm around his waist. “Now I know why I got all those lectures when I was younger about sharing.”

Martouf laughed quietly against her back, and Jack’s smile grew wider. “Ya sure, you betcha,” he teased her, pressing a quick kiss against her shoulder. “Sharing is wonderful.”

fin.

Notes: respectfully (snarf) dedicated to AU! Lantash in the leather pants, who inspires me so. ;) (and to Heather, who created him...)