Broca Unites

A/N: This is pretty much porn without plot. I've taken quite a lot of liberties here, I'm well aware of that. It diverts quite a bit from the show. And I think it's a little more enjoyable if we imagine that the virus just makes personality changes and not physical changes too. Not too sure if there will be any more to this.

A/N 2: Okay so so far there are 4 chapters to this so it's grown quite a bit more than I expected! And thought there are LOTS of sex scenes there is a bit of plot too it as well now. Please enjoy!

Why did the infirmary have to be so god damned far away from the locker rooms, thought Colonel O'Neill as he wrestled with disturbingly strong, wild version of his second in command. Despite her primitive behaviour she was surprisingly loquacious.

'I want you inside me.' she purred in his ear before putting her lips around his earlobe. 'Fill me.'

He groaned and tried to pull her away from him.

When her toes curled into the belt loops on his pants trying to push them down, he decided he'd had enough of trying to fight her and did something he never thought he would, he pressed her to the nearest wall and kissed her as ferociously as he could, thrusting his hips against hers.

Her struggles stopped instantly.

She melted, she sighed and a whole bunch of other cliched things at his onslaught. A grunt shuddered up from his belly, not expecting his own primal reaction to the intimate contact.

He kissed her until he was sure she would be still, and perhaps just a little longer.

She hummed as their lips parted, arched under him pressing her curves harder and closer against his body.

'Stop fighting me.' he growled. 'I'm taking you somewhere quiet, somewhere safe.'

'To mate with me?'

He raised his eyebrows, there was so much hope in those eyes he almost didn't want to quell it, he nodded to keep her compliant.

She grinned wide.

'I'm yours.' she whispered and clung to him tightly.

Taking her to the infirmary was far more easy after that, despite the rather odd looks he got from other air force personnel in the corridors.

I want you.

I want you inside me.

Fill me.

Mate with me.

I'm yours.

They taunted him. Messed with his head. Even with the tranquillisers flowing through his system, quelling the beast he threatened to become, his...no... its desires were no less potent. He moved to the door and knocked. A few moments later a guard arrived alone.

Excellent.

'Water.' he said hoarsely.

The airman stared at him before nodding and wandering off.

As soon as the hatch opened when her returned Jack reached through, grabbed his shirt and pulled hard knocking out the guard. He held him up with surprising ease allowing him to sneak his other hand through the small opening and pick the keys from his pocket. The body slumped to the floor. He tried three keys before the lock finally clacked open and he made his way into the corridor that was empty but for the unconscious guard decorating the floor. The doctor wasn't kidding when she said that most of the base had come down with the virus. And that was going to make things all the more difficult when it came to finding her.

He moved very carefully down the corridor, methodically checking all the rooms.

When he reached the first corner he started to feel a little dizzy. Looking back he saw the body of the guard still slumped on the floor.

What the hell was he doing? He should just go back down the hall and lock himself back in his cell. In the instant he'd made up his mind to go back in that direction, he heard a scuffle coming from a room round the corner.

It wouldn't hurt to take a look would it?

Peeking through the hatch he was more than a little surprised to see Carter wrestling with another woman. He growled loudly drawing their attention. Carter was less surprised at the interruption than her competitor using the distraction to put her room-mate in a choke hold and knock her out, before setting her slowly and carefully to the floor.

She was grinning up at him proudly by the time he'd opened the door.

He tilted his head slightly taking in the form of the woman in front of him. She was strong and she was beautiful, an ideal mate. He held out his hand to her which she quickly took, stepping out into the hall with him and closing the door quietly behind her.

'Mine.' he growled pulling her against him.

'Mine.' she agreed.

He looked up and around them. It was too exposed. Anyone could come by and pull them apart or challenge him for her.

'Come.' he said drawing her down the hall. They passed the guard, dropping the keys in exchange for his swipe card.

They moved with a stealth and tact that was almost inhuman.

Jack led them up two floors to his quarters. They disappeared inside Sam made her way over to the bed while Jack pushed a chest of drawers over the door to barricade it, it wouldn't hold forever but at least it would give them some time even after the others thought to look for them here. He doubted very much that they would have company any time soon, what with the whole virus infiltrating the base thing.

'Jack.' sounded a low purring from the corner of the room.

He turned, his jaw going slack and his eyes burning at sight of Sam lying in the bed. She'd stripped to just her panties and tank top, cast in a soft light from the desk lamb. He was pretty sure nothing had ever looked quite as enticing and delicious as that sight.

'Want you.' he said stalking towards her.

'Yes.' she said licking her lips.

'My mate.' Jack growled pulling his shirt over his head.

'Yes.' she breathed sitting up at his approach, her eyes wide and hungry watching him unbuckle his belt.

As soon as they were in reaching distance their hands were on each other; searching, exploring, groping. Their lips collided milliseconds later as his body settled over hers.

She was incredibly warm and pliant beneath him. Her limbs clutching him tightly, mouth sucking on his tongue hungrily; he ached at the thought of being encased by her entirely.

This time, as her toes found the belt loops of his pants and pushed them down his thighs he groaned and thrust his hips against hers, the rock hard bulge barely contained by his boxers rubbing against her soaking wet panties.

She moaned and arched underneath him, something intelligible on her lips, all conscious thought failing her.

Jack growled pulling at her panties not surprised to feel them snap under his fierce grip, the scrap of cloth was still draped over her left thigh as he sprung his erection free of its confines and pressed it into her body.

Her cry sent a jolt of realisation through him, partially clearing the fog of whatever the hell was swimming through his mind. He stilled; his hard cock was buried deep inside his second in command, all while they were both under the influence of some god-damned alien virus. And that cry, he couldn't be sure if it was pleasure or pain or some strange mixture of both.

'Sam.'

It came out as a grunt rather than the soft murmur he'd intended.

A moment passed where nothing happened, they didn't even seem to breathe.

Then her arms slid around his neck, her legs tightened around his hips.

'I'm yours.' she growled agreeably.

He groaned drawing his upper body away from her slightly, to look down at her. He shook his head a little trying to keep the fog at bay. It didn't sound like her, didn't sound like Carter.

'Sama... Samantha.' he stammered, his voice low and gentle.

Her eyes focused on his, he watched an internal struggle war inside her. A clear blue stared up at him and for the smallest instant he feared the worst; feared that he'd destroyed the comfortable friendship they'd developed, feared that she'd ask him to do what felt like an impossible task and stop this, what ever it was that they were doing. But those clear blue eyes were soft and warm, they were her, as she nodded surely.

A smile spread across his lips before he pressed them to hers.

The intimate moment passed quickly as they drifted into whatever had taken hold of them, their bodies moving to a primal beat. Grunts and groans issued from their mouths until they reached a glorious crescendo.

They lay together on their sides, not moving a muscle except for those needed to draw breath, bodies still locked intimately together.

He felt the pull of sleep, he closed his eyes but refused to give in, holding his mate tightly against him.

It didn't take long for her to become restless in his hold, still gripped with an insatiable lust.

He knew only because he felt it himself, but he also knew his body would need more time before he'd be ready to fill and satisfy her again.

And the thought of her trying to satiate that lust with someone else was maddening.

With a growl he shifted slightly, but his hold was just as tight, pressing his mouth to her neck and sliding his hand beneath her tank top to fondle her breasts. She moaned and writhed at his ministrations content to be pleasured by other means as his flaccid length slipped her from her body.

The sounds and movements of her body soon had his own in a state of readiness. She sighed, soft and complete as his erection pressed between her thighs and pressed into her tight channel.

Hours could have passed, but her shudders felt so delicious and her sighs tasted so sweet. He groaned softly as he spilled himself inside her, completely exhausted and spent. Sam's body was in a similar state of fatigue.

Jack pulled the sheet up over there bodies ready for sleep. A smile spread over his face feeling her pull his arms around her, their fingers interlacing over her stomach. He pressed his lips to her shoulder and gave in to his body's demands for rest.

An indeterminable amount of time later he woke, groaning at the tight feeling in his abdomen. He moved as carefully as he could from around his mate and onto his feet. He stretched and groaned taking in his surroundings looking for somewhere to relieve himself. He growled softly at the conflicting feelings in his body, a part of him wanted to pee everywhere and a part of him wanted to go through a partly open door to area which held a distinct and familiar odour.

A glance at the female form on the bed reassured him that he had indeed claimed a mate and a sniff confirmed that the room already held his scent so the urge to go through door won out.

He stared at the strange pool on the floor in a bowl, that water wasn't for drinking he was sure. He didn't want to relieve himself in the only source of water with out being sure he could provide for his mate. Another bowl on the wall looked promising, he touched the thing sticking out the top and was just a little surprised when water started pouring from it.

A crooked smile spread over his lips.

He relieved himself into the bowl on the floor afterwards tucking himself into the cloth that still clung around his hips. He then dipped his hands under the still running water, bringing his cupped water filled hands up to wash his face. Cupping his hands beneath the spray again he brought them to his lips and drank deeply. Once he had his fill, his hands came across a coarse cloth almost automatically. He brought it to his face and drew it across his hands in an oddly familiar manner before returning it to it's place on the wall.

Water still flowing he turned back to the room that held his mate. He stopped in the doorway as his eyes fell on wide blue eyes.

He gulped watching her stand and slowly make her way over to him.

A frown crinkled his brow watching her move, she was in pain. Her right hip bore a red hand print that threatened to turn purple.

A soft whine escaped him as she stopped before him.

Her lips spread into a smile as her hand cupped his cheek. With the hand that had caused the mark, his fingers traced ever so carefully across her hip. She didn't flinch, didn't move away. His eyes slid slowly up her body to meet her gaze, to find it holding him, captivating.

What a wonderful, strong, amazing creature that had chosen him, that he had won.

Eyes still open, still gazing at hers he touched his mouth to hers softly in apology.

He felt as much as saw her eyes flutter closed, shivered at the heat of her body as it pressed closer, salivated at the taste of her moan as she leaned in a kissed him deeply.

A grunt escaped him, taking pleasure in her touch, his hand resting softly on her bruised hip. He was just about to lean in when she pulled back, her breath hot and heavy as their foreheads rested together.

His fingers continued to move over skin this time teasing and playful.

A laugh erupted from her as she twisted away from him.

He smiled and stepped aside letting her pass into the small room to drink and do what she must.

The corners of her mouth were turned upwards as she slipped inside.

Over the sounds of running water he heard his stomach growl. He glanced behind him then at the barred door, wondering how long she would stay if he couldn't feed her. Raising his arms he watched as the hairs on his arms rose in the cold, he'd need to keep her warm too.

Bare feet padded on the concrete as he made his way over to the chest of drawers barring the door, before methodically raking through each one. Two large green shirts, two pairs of pants, two pairs of socks. He also found fresh boxers for himself, throwing them on immediately and picked a pair out for his mate too. He also found two sliver wrapped bars, the scent of which got his taste buds tingling. A glimpse at the partially closed doorway solidified his decision to wait for her to return before opening the silver rectangles.

Eyes falling on his the clothes for a moment, he then returned to the bed dressed only in his boxers. Despite feeling the cold, the shivers in his body were inspired by the sensations of the kiss shared moments ago and the promise of what the future held.

He sat, back against the wall and feet dangling over the edge of the bed, toes wriggling anxiously in thin air.

As she stepped back into the room not a scrap of cloth on her body, his insides twisted and flip flopped, they clenched in such a way that he wasn't sure he'd be able to eat.

And the way she was looking at him he wasn't sure she would be interested either, still he decided opening the one of the rectangles would prove a good distraction as she made her way back over to the bed.

She knelt on the bed beside him, eyes eagerly focused on his precise fingers.

His eyes flicked over her body before reaching her face as held out the treat to her. Her gaze met his amazed as she accepted his gift, before she shifted on the bed to sit next to him wrapping her lips around the chocolate bar.

Her hum of pleasure spurred him on to open the second and taste it for himself.

By the time he'd chewed and swallowed his first bite, her whole candy bar had disappeared she curled against him content. Still, that didn't stop him taking just one more bite from his bar before passing her the rest. This time she pressed her lips to his neck in thanks as she accepted the offering.

He smiled watching her eat, but he frowned watching as she left a small piece of chocolate in her hands. He was still confused when she moved, her body settling over his, but the soft grin on her face was reassuring.

She pressed what was left of the chocolate to his lips, her fingers momentarily disappearing into his mouth. Sure the chocolate was good, but it was the taste of her skin that made him groan and his eyes flutter closed.

Strange sounds kept emanating from his body, as her mouth descended to his neck while he chewed.

His hands slid around her body coming to rest on her firm behind.

A soft giggle spilled from her lips and spread across his skin, goosebumps following in its wake. She leaned back a little and their eyes met, both gazes warm and sparkling with mirth.

His thumbs swept over her hips as she shifted, releasing his erect length from the confines of his boxers. She palmed it playfully all the while holding his gaze, her hand stilling when his eyes closed of their own accord hiding the moment when the playfulness disappeared from his gaze to be replaced by a firey lust.

As his eyes opened he felt her jolt slightly in his arms, her hand slowly withdrew from his length before her thumb swept across his lower lip gathering up a little melted chocolate before pressing the digit between her lips.

It seemed impossible, but his eyes darkened further.

She leaned in, her hands cupping his cheeks and pressing her lips so softly to his.

His touch was just as delicate but the heat in his body refused to die down.

A sigh of relief escaped him as she shifted, impaling her body with his, her whole self seeming to envelop his entire being.

Their bodies moved together with a slow intensity, seeking out every iota of pleasure and intimacy they were capable of generating together. Sighs and groans filled room until there was almost no more space to breathe and from the infinite recesses of their minds two words rose up at the moment of climax.

'Jack.'

'Sam.'

In slumber, frowns appeared on both their brows at the sound of voices and scuffles in the hall. The click of the door unlocking roused them further but it was the loud groan of the chest of drawers pushed an inch or two along the floor that shook them awake.

He was up and alert in an instant, tucking himself away in his boxers and gathering up an armful of clothes, the other pointing to the small adjoining room whilst his eyes pleaded with his mate.

She stared back at him defiantly.

He growled low and threatening.

Eyes still defiant, she stood and rested her hand on his chest.

His growl stopped, replaced with a soft whine. He just wanted to keep her safe, through the small crack in the doorway he could hear more men gathering their voices issuing words like 'infiltration' and 'subdue' which sent a chill down his spine.

She grunted softly pressing her cheek to his, the meaning clear; they stood together.

He reluctantly nodded.

Set on their path, Sam quickly pulled on a shirt and boxers from the pile of clothes now dropped on the bed before standing beside her mate.

His right arm swept her back behind him as silence reached their ears.

The springs on the bed crunched under her weight as she crouched on the elevated position behind him.

An instant later the door burst open, the chest sent crashing to the floor as four men took positions at the doorway; two crouched, two standing.

He roared at their intrusion into his territory, her cry rising up to echo his.

Fear emanated from the group in front of them.

'Tranq them already!'

A groan escaped him as something sharp hit his thigh, one knee dropping to the ground but a shrill cry of anguish from behind him forced him back onto both feet and filled with fresh anger.

There was a squeak of springs behind him and he instinctively knew what his mate was planning. He didn't like the idea but it was the best they had. He crouched carefully and flicked his right hand in readiness. Moments later he felt a foot at the base of his spine, gone in an instant and replaced with another on his shoulder. His knees sprung giving her more lift and power in the leap against their attackers. He was just about to step forward and make his own attack when there was another sharp pain in his arm and blackness encased him.