Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2005 23:57:28 -0800
From: The Satyr <the.satyr@gmail.com>
Subject: Sci-Fi/Fantasy: Lords of the Sands: Intriguing Behavior

Disclaimer: The following story is written by myself, The Satyr, but
the characters and setting of Stargate: SG-1 do not belong to me. In
fact, they belong to MGM. This is a lusty tribute to the setting and
characters, and a commentary on my own degraded imagination. Nothing
more.

It is set quite a bit in the past, on Earth, during the reign of Ra.
It makes a lot of assumptions and fills in some blanks that are
probably not at all what the creators intended, and are used entirely
as supposition on my part, for the joy of mucking about in someone
else's world for a change.

I am categorizing this as an AU piece, though that's mainly because I
filled in some blanks about pre-history questions in such a way as to
make this story possible. We've never really been told why Ra allowed
his fellow Goa'uld to take humans from his planet; he and his kind
don't seem to enjoy sharing among themselves much. So, let's call it
an AU, with the assumption that some of this *might* be the case?

Also, do be warned. There is hot god-on-god action herein, and not all
of it is entirely consensual. Don't read if you are underage, or it is
illegal to do so in your area, etc. Be good.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Lords of the Sands: Intriguing Behavior

            With a hum, the rings descended to their proper positions
in the welcoming chamber of Ra's court. A flash of light later, and
the soldiers in the room bowed their heads respectfully as a god
suddenly stood in their presence.

            He was tall and lithely muscled, with close-cropped black
hair. His jet eyes surveyed the room around him, a thin sneer on his
goateed face. Ba'al arched an eyebrow as his eyes came to rest on the
figure at the top of the stairs. This figure was clad in impressive
armor like that of the other soldiers around him -- not the solid
naquadah plate-and-chain of the new Jaffa warriors, but the largely
decorative strips of metal at shoulders, wrist and waist, with the
head of a resplendent hawk glaring down at him with luminous eyes.

            Unlike the soldiers around him, though, this one did not
wear simple iron and copper armor. He was clad in the glorious golden
alloy of naquadah that was Ra's secret, and flowing billows of white
shrouded his legs. The figure raise his hands, to show that he bore no
weapons save the hand device no Goa'uld went without. He gestured --
likely pressing a button hidden in the palm of his hand -- and the
golden hawk's head began to shift and twist, folding itself tinier and
tinier, until it was naught but a collar and small plate along the
back of the figure's neck and shoulders.

            The man who stood there was tall, heavily muscled and
goateed. His eyes were a dark caramel color, and he was shaven bald
and his ears were pierced with simple rings of heavy gold. He inclined
his head low and when he raised his face to look upon Ba'al once more,
his eyes flashed in the manner of the gods of Earth and the heavens.

            Ba'al merely crooked his head slightly, a questioning
gesture. The figure before him smiled and descended the stairs,
brushing the billowing white cloth at his waist aside, showing strong
muscled legs bound by more decorative golden naquadah, as he moved.

            The Lord of Canaan stepped away as he descended, wary.
This was not Ra. Nor was it any Goa'uld he'd ever seen before. He
raised a hand slightly -- the hand that bore his ribbon device. The
figure halted, narrowed his eyes at the challenge, and then smiled.

            "Forgive me, Lord Ba'al," he said in flawless Goa'uld, his
voice resonant in the fashion of the gods. "We have not met. My father
sent me to meet you, and ensure that you were given accommodations
fitting for the Lord of the Eastern Deserts."

            "Your father?" Ba'al queried, arching an eyebrow, lowering
his ribbon device.

            "I am Heru-ur," the man said, bowing while keeping his
eyes on the visitor. "The son of Ra." The bald man smiled as Ba'al's
eyebrows shot upward in surprise.

            "The son? By the Queen Hathor, I presume?"

            "Quite," Heru-Ur replied, straightening. He gestured
broadly, the long white sleeves, trimmed in gold, billowing around him
as he indicated an arched doorway marked with the sigils of warning
for those mortals who might find themselves in this room.

            Pass Not Here. Divinity Awaits Beyond, and Death For Mortals.

            With that, Heru-Ur ushered Ba'al into the wing reserved
for Ra's guests, as the soldiers in the room watched them go, then
turned to return to their other duties.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

            Ra sat perched on the edge of the golden seat, gazing at
his reflection in the mirror of beaten copper. For a moment, his eyes
strayed from the image of the guest behind him, and towards his own
reflection, watching idly as a boy-slave groomed his hair, twisting it
into pleasing patterns and securing it with clasps of purest gold and
lapis lazuli.

            The other Goa'uld in the room with him shifted
uncomfortably, knowing that he dare not call the attention of Lord Ra
back upon himself, but to assume his audience was over and try and
depart was death as well. So, he waited.

            When glanced up at Ra again, his master's glowing eyes
were upon him.

            "Tell us," spoke the voice of the sun god Ra, majestic,
resonant and terrible. "Tell us of our newest guest, Thoth."

            The scientist-scholar Thoth blanched, and raised one of
the alshak'ka tablet to his gaze, passing the clear red gemstone over
it. The symbols on it danced, bringing up the information he sought.
He recalled the number of times that he'd presented precisely these
reports in the old days, when his master was Anubis.

            Before everything had gone horribly wrong, and Ra had
claimed him and his vast scientific knowledge as a trophy of war.
Thoth's brow furrowed, and he unconsciously reached up to stroke his
beard.

            At the mirror, Ra's patience waned, and he half-turned his
head, shifting his gaze from the image of Thoth in his mirror to look
at him over his shoulder. An imperious motion, but one that
communicated the sun god's pique well.

            "His city-state grows strong, my lord, though it has a
reputation as a place where blood-thirsty gods live."

            Ra turned in his seat, gesturing with his jeweled hand,
and the servants around him fled. Thoth glanced for just a moment at
the young servant boys who disappeared through draped arch-ways and
behind small walls to where servant doors waited.

            He envied them the luxury of flight. The last place he
wanted to be was here before Ra, the slayer of Anubis.

            "Not powerful gods? Blood-thirsty ones?" Ra questioned.
Thoth nodded, lowering his eyes as Ra gazed on him directly. "In what
fashion?"

            "Our spies indicate that he demands sacrifices, my lord.
Frequently. Usually taken from prisoners of war, or gathered from
criminals or the poor. He does not choose them -- they are brought by
the people of the city to his temple, and slain on his altar there."

            "Barbaric," Ra said, though there was a slight tone of
whimsy to his admonition. Thoth hoped he didn't find the idea amusing,
or the sands of Khem would run red with the blood of the Tauri. "But
that isn't what I want to know, Thoth. Tell me why he is here."

            "Insofar as your spies can tell, my lord, he seeks to take
his people with him, and soon. He believes that he has cultivated the
Tauri to fit his needs, according to your decree, and wishes to depart
with them." Ra looked away, out the window, and his attention
wandered, clearly lost in thought at the implications.

            "And has he?" he asked finally, dangerously, turning back
to Thoth and his little tablet of spies' reports.

            "It would seem so, my lord. They revere him as a god. They
meet your criteria of civilization, my lord, having developed a
distinct language, form of writing and body of spiritual lore and
theology based around Ba'al."

            Ra smiled then, a dangerous smile. Thoth had no illusions
about what Ra was doing.

            Centuries ago, Ra discovered the greatest resource of this
planet: the Tauri. They were not brutish and bestial, a trait that Ra
despised. Instead, they were sleek of limb, smooth and aesthetically
pleasing to gaze upon, much like the preferred aesthetic of the
Goa'uld. Like Goa'uld technology, they were pleasing to the senses,
long of limb and sleek, with brains that were simple enough to be
possessed easily, but advanced enough to provide a proper housing and
tool for the Goa'uld.

            Moreover, they possessed an impressive and active
imagination, and a knack for innovation. They always sought answers
for things. They were not advanced enough to understand true science
yet, but Ra discovered a fascinating trait within them: in their
search for answers, what they did not understand, they often created
advanced mythologies to explain. This penchant for finding the
supernatural in the world around them made the Tauri the greatest and
most convenient resource the Goa'uld could have asked for.

            Slaves rise up against a conquerer, but fall down in
worship of a god.

            As proof of his dominance, Ra allowed those Goa'uld of
great power who swore fealty to him a variety of favors. Foremost
among them was the taking of a human host, rather than the brutish,
wretched hosts so many of them used now. Secondly, Ra permitted them
to come to Tauri and cultivate herds of their own. They were forbidden
from simply absconding with them, however, for Ra would not see his
personal hoard so reduced.

            Instead, each vassal-Goa'uld was given three centuries to
find a tribal people and forge them into a true nation. Ra had laid
down three requirements for a project to be recognized as a nation:
they must develop their own language, apart from that of their
neighbors; they must develop writing; and they must worship their god
utterly, proving their willingness to serve through the creation of
legends, and marching to war in his name against their neighbors.

            Of course, this often put his vassals' projects at odds
with one another, but this was good, in Ra's estimation. A necessary
culling. This little experiment had been ongoing for many years now,
and Ba'al was the first among them to claim his reward.

            This was not the first gift his vassals had received from
his court, of course. His queen, Hathor, had given all of his vassals
sizeable harems of the Jaffa, as she called them. Humans transformed
through her technology to serve as incubators for immature symbiotes.
Of course, in their desires to war on one another, he knew that some
of his vassals had begun using Jaffa as soldiers, which he found
abhorrent.

            Not out of any concern for the Jaffa or the young within
them, of course. It simply was undignified to send the husks one
raised one's young in out to battle. It was short-sighted, though some
claimed it bred more powerful young. Ra maintained that it forced the
developing symbiotes to focus their energies on healing their hosts,
reducing the likelihood of their full mental development.

            In short, it was a practice that would lead to
increasingly stupid Goa'uld.

            "So he wishes to take his little herd away from here
then?" Ra mused, more to himself than to Thoth. He smiled down at
Thoth, then, a perfectly predatory smile. "We shall see about that."

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

            The sound of a small chime aroused Lord Ba'al's attention.
He turned from the window overlooking the great fields of workers
erecting monuments to the glory of Ra, glancing at the door.

            "Enter," he said, bored. As the door opened, he walked to
the bowl of fruit placed within his room, idly turning them over in
his hands. He stopped as his guest entered. His eyes narrowed and his
fingertips delved into the wet meat of the fruit he was holding, as
though he longed to be holding the heart of his guest.

            "Thoth," he said simply, dropping the fruit with a wet
splat on the table. It spattered his robes slightly, but he did not
notice. The Goua'uld Thoth nodded his head respectfully. Ba'al's gaze
stayed on him, appraisingly. He was dressed in fine robes, and the
host body was a healthy one. The head was shaven bald, and he allows
its facial hair to frame its mouth. Ba'al glanced then at its hands.

            "I see your new master doesn't trust you enough to allow
you to bear a weapon," he sneered at Thoth, allowing a smile to quirk
his lips. "He is wise -- once a traitor, always a traitor."

            Thoth furrowed his brow at the insult.

            "We both serve the same lord, Ba'al," Thoth said
dangerously. "I'm sure you have no shed tears over the death of
Anubis?"

            "Of course not," Ba'al said, nearing Thoth, who maneuvered
himself so that there was a piece of furniture between them, subtly.
"Ra won my allegiance by besting my old lord. Among us, that makes him
mighty, and that makes him master. But my armies were defeated,
properly. Ra won my allegiance in the old way. You? You betrayed
Anubis. You had a hand in his downfall, but you did not have the
strength to strike that blow yourself. You are puling, and pathetic."

            Thoth held up his hand then, and Ba'al stopped. He'd been
moving slowly forward, his fists clenched in anger.

            "Stop right there," he said. "You don't dare assault me in
Ra's house. I know you lost much in that war, Ba'al. I know that you
lost several worlds because of certain...strategic information I
provided Lord Ra. But the new ways or so much better. Look what he has
given you, Ba'al. Jaffa, to incubate the young in. Tauri, who are
perfect hosts and slaves both, rather than the bestial and demeaning
Unas. He has taught you to be a god, Ba'al, where you were once only a
conquerer."

            "Yes," Ba'al hissed, his eyes flaring dangerously white.
"He has done much for me, and I am grateful. But that gratitude is
reserved for him!"

            With that, he kicked aside the chair that separated them,
and lunged. With a flurry of brocade, Thoth fled, diving for the door.
The doors slammed outward, and there was a startled oath from behind
them as they impacted with someone.

            Ba'al stopped his chase and drew himself into battle
readiness at the doorway as Thoth stopped his flight, standing safely
behind Heru-Ur, just recovering his balance from the doors slamming
into him. He sniffled once, and then raised his hand to dab the slight
welling of blood from his nose.

            He whirled and snatched up Thoth by the front of his robes
and held the bloody hand in his face.

            "What is the meaning of this?" he growled dangerously.
Thoth's gaze shifted nervously from Heru-Ur's enraged face to Ba'al's
dangerous grin.

            "For...forgive me, Lord Heru-Ur," Thoth said, trying to
regain his balance and keep his feet while Heru-Ur spun them, slamming
Thoth into the wall next to the door. "I was...that is, Lord Ba'al, he..."

            "We were discussing our mutual past, son of Ra," Ba'al
said, leaning against the doorframe and enjoying the sight of
Heru-Ur's anger. Ba'al was amused -- the whelp was still young enough
to experience true and actual anger, rather than using its
explosiveness as a tool to intimidate.

            "Kneel," Heru-Ur said, his voice low and dangerous.
Thoth's eyes widened, and he glanced quickly at Ba'al, almost
shame-facedly.

            "Please, Lord Heru-Ur, I don't think that your father..."

            "My father is not here. I am," he said, raising the
weaponed hand, allowing the gold of the device that wound about his
hand and wrist to glint in the later afternoon light. "Do as I say."

            In his hesitation, Ba'al wondered if Thoth would rebel,
but he closed his eyes instead, and slid his back along the wall,
dropping into a kneeling position at Heru-Ur's feet. Ba'al almost
laughed at the sight -- it was not often that one had the chance to see
this sight. By the time a Goa'uld was capable of wielding this kind of
fear, they were often old enough to have lost the enjoyment of
humiliating others with it, craving only obedience. But this young one
spoke with his father's authority, and Thoth trembled at his commands.

            "Do it," Heru-Ur said, a slight smile playing at his lips,
glancing at Ba'al. Ba'al furrowed his brow, curiously. Do what? This
was clearly a dynamic that existed between them before this encounter,
then.

            "Lord Heru-Ur, please, don't..." Thoth began, but stopped
when Heru-Ur slapped him. It was a light enough strike to make an echo
in the stone room, but not hard enough to even leave a mark. The blow
damaged the pride of the traitor far, far more, though.

            "We have discussed this, little book-keeper. I am my
father's son. He has warned you to obey me in everything, save
betrayal of him. Now do it."

            Thoth glanced again at Ba'al, hate writ in those eyes, and
reached up to the heavy leather belt of Heru-Ur. Heru-Ur smiled then,
glancing sidelong at Ba'al, and then nodded to Thoth. The kneeling,
bald, goateed man grasped the flowing white cloth tucked into the belt
and pulled it aside.

            Heru-Ur's human parts were...rampant was the only way to
describe them. The host chosen for the son of Ra was quite
well-endowed, and the cock stood at attention now, as angry as Heru-Ur
had been just a moment ago. The son of Ra chuckled, then, the chuckle
of someone who is enjoying the humiliation of a lesser.

            Ba'al watched as Thoth reached up and grasped the cock. It
was thick enough that he couldn't close his entire hand around it.
Ba'al was simultaneously disgusted and interested. His disgust was
plain -- he found the frenzied rutting of the Tauri to be one of their
low traits. But at the same time, he was sure that other Goa'uld must
feel the same. How humiliating, then, must it be, to be forced to
accede to said rutting at the hands of another?

            Ba'al smiled as Thoth's grip tightened and he stroked the
cock. Heru-Ur rumbled deep in his throat, then, smiling and lowering
his hand to play over the smooth surface of the back of Thoth's shaven
head.

            "Don't let him fool you," Heru-Ur whispered throatily to
Ba'al, glancing at the much older lord to gauge his reaction. "He is
quite skilled at this. We've had plenty of time to teach him."

            Heru-Ur matched Ba'al's sudden grin and then looked back
down at Thoth, whose eyes were watching the exchange between the two
of them. With a sneer, he pulled Thoth's head toward his angry, fat
cock, teasing the scholar's lips with the head of it. When Thoth
resisted slightly, Heru-Ur's hand flashed, grasping him by the jaw and
wrenching it open. Thoth gagged as Heru-Ur plunged his cock deep into
his mouth, pulling it out again, trailing a sticky thread of spittle
and then ramming it fully deep into his mouth. Thoth's reaction was
sudden to this: he gagged, and tears streamed from his eyes.

      "Don't move," Heru-Ur snarled. "Leave it there."

      Ba'al watched as Thoth squeezed his eyes shut, gathering himself
to allow him the control to shift his breathing, and relax the
necessary muscles to permit the thick, hard member of his lord's son
to rest comfortably while plunged down his throat.

            "Fascinating," mused Ba'al, with a smile.

            "Oh, it gets better," whispered Heru-Ur, his voice more of
a threat to Thoth than conversation with Ba'al. "Doesn't it?"

            He shoved the cloth away from the front of his strong,
muscled legs and leaned into Thoth, forcing his head up against the
stone wall. Making sure that Ba'al could see everything, Heru-Ur
withdrew his fat cock, letting the thick head of it play over Thoth's
tongue before throwing himself forward, slamming his cock its full
length down Thoth's gullet again. Ba'al winced slightly at the sound
Thoth's head made against the stone, but there was no real pity. This
was far too interesting.

            Heru-Ur's face was a mask of anger, his teeth bared as his
hips withdrew and slammed forward, again and again. It was only
because the Goa'uld could completely control their bodies that Thoth
did not choke entirely, but still he had difficulty. His hands clawed
at the thick, bronzed legs of the son of Ra, digging furrows into the
skin when Heru-Ur's driving cock became too forceful.

            Finally, Heru-Ur pulled his cock away completely, leaving
a thin stream of viscous spittle trailing down Thoth's lips, goatee
and chest, as the scholar gasped for air. Heru-Ur smiled at Ba'al
then, who returned the smile. Here was a unique one, thought the Lord
of Canaan. Heru-Ur glanced at Ba'al's belt.

            "Your blade, my lord," he said, gesturing to the fine
weapon at Ba'al's side. "Might I borrow it?" Ba'al smiled then -- the
whelp was trying to include Ba'al in some fashion, to include him and
bring them to the level of peers, playing at sport together. But the
game interested him enough that he nodded, and handed him the blade.

            "My lords, please..." began Thoth, whose eyes widened when
the weapon was unsheathed. Heru-Ur slapped him again, though, and
smiled down at him, kneeling, trapping Thoth between the wall and the
son of Ra. Heru-Ur gathered a fistful of the fine brocade robe Thoth
wore and plunged the blade through it. Ba'al's eyes widened, until he
saw that the blade didn't touch Thoth's skin.

            With a flick of his wrist and the sound of cloth tearing,
Heru-Ur lay open the robe of his father's scholar and servant. Handing
Ba'al his knife, Heru-Ur smiled at Thoth's murmured protestations, and
spat down on his cock, which was still quite wet from ravaging the
scholar's throat seconds ago.

            Then, he lifted Thoth's nicely muscled leg, forcing his
back and shoulders lower on the wall. Ba'al smiled then -- the body was
a healthy one, with fine, broad shoulders (though not so broad as the
hosts of either Ba'al or Heru-Ur), with thin muscles and a very flat
stomach. His hip bones stood out in sharp definition as Heru-Ur lifted
the leg higher, placing it over his shoulder, exposing the core of his
body, seemingly. The scholar's ass cheeks were smooth and pale, and
Heru-Ur's hand played over them, stroking them.

            Thoth shut his eyes as Heru-Ur's cock, now soaked in spit
and precum, settled its head between his cheeks, splitting them open
to reveal the tight pucker of the man's hole. Ba'al was fascinated.
The look of dread on Thoth's face was sublime; idly, Ba'al wondered
which he feared more: the pain such a penetration would entail, or the
shame at having it performed before his enemy, the Lord of Canaan?

            "Thoth," Heru-Ur said, his voice all silk and whispers.
Thoth opened his eyes and looked at him, careful to avoid letting his
gaze fall on Ba'al. "I want you to apologize to Lord Ba'al."

            Ba'al nearly crowed at the request, and only his dignity
prevented laughter at the look of sudden horror on Thoth's face. Oh,
this one would rather not acknowledge that this is occurring before
his enemy, and Heru-Ur makes the one command that will force it. Ba'al
looked at Heru-Ur appraisingly. This one could be a true threat should
he ever grow tired of tormenting his father's slaves.

            "I...Lord Heru-Ur, please..."

            "Say. It." Heru-Ur gritted his teeth and spoke in a low,
dangerous whisper, pushing his hips forward. Ba'al knelt then, perhaps
closer to the disgusting tangle of human flesh and juices than he
wanted, but he was savoring Thoth's anguish. Heru-Ur's hand crept up,
to touch the Lord of Canaan briefly, his hand fluttering across his
shoulders. He made flesh to flesh contact, his hand to Ba'al's neck,
the touch of a supplicant, as he gyrated his hips, and the head of his
cock forced its way into Thoth's ass.

            This is for you, the touch said. You are doing this, through me.

            "Please..." Thoth said, looking up at Ba'al then. "Please
forgive me, my lord Ba'al. I...misspoke myself. I am...aaaah, lord
Heru-Ur, please...I am ashamed of my behavior here, and beg you to be
merciful, to forgive my stupidity."

            Ba'al smiled then.

            "You are forgiven," he said, his voice low, deep and
intimate. He looked over at Heru-Ur, then, and watched the lascivious
smile play over the son of Ra's face.

            "That was prettily spoken," Heru-Ur said, leaning back
some, so that Thoth wasn't quite so shoved up against the wall, and
his limbs weren't bent at painful, awkward angles. "Very prettily
done. I'm proud of you, old ibis."

            With that, Heru-Ur began to slowly work his cock deeper
into Thoth's ass. The servant of Ra shut his eyes at the intrusion,
closing them and resting his face against the cool stone of the rock.
Heru-Ur spat on his cock after the first three inches, paused and then
worked the rest of the large member deep into the warm, wet satin that
was Thoth's nethers.

            Ba'al watched in some fascination. He looked questioningly
at Heru-Ur, who smiled now that he was balls-deep in the smaller man
who lay forced up against the wall beneath him.

            "You're still going to do this?" Ba'al asked.

            "Oh, yes, my lord," Heru-Ur said, smiling down at the
sight of the miserable Thoth. "His apology didn't determine whether or
not he was fucked. It determined how much he'd be hurting afterwards."

            Ba'al, still kneeling, intimately close to the pair,
watched as Heru-Ur withdrew his cock, spat on it once more and then
shoved it deep into Thoth's hole. The smaller man gasped, and reached
up, holding on to Heru-Ur's shoulders, steadying himself.

            The coupling was strange, thought Ba'al. The shame was
still there for Thoth, but there was something else. Moments of
ecstasy, he thought. The workings of the human body were perhaps not
so unpleasant as all that, he allowed, watching Heru-Ur's cock drive
deep into Thoth, over and over, its friction and heat flushing both of
their flesh red with the exertion.

            Soon, Heru-Ur was above Thoth, who was face down on the
stone, his face shrouded by the remnants of his robes. Heru-Ur's
strong fingers gripped Thoth's rounded ass at the hips, strong,
bruising fingers that provided purchase for the powerful thrusts the
son of Ra delivered into the very body of Thoth.

            Then, suddenly, Heru-Ur reached down, as Ba'al rose. The
hawk-god wrenched Thoth's face upwards, pulling him to his knees, his
back against Heru-Ur's strong body, cock still imbedded deep in him.
Heru-Ur forced Thoth to gaze upon the mocking amusement of Ba'al as
the son of Ra pumped once, twice and a last time, emptying his balls
in spurt after spurt of divine seed, deep within Thoth's ass.

            Thoth gasped then, and Heru-Ur pushed him into the wall.
Still kneeling, the hawk-god wiped his cock off with the shredded robe
of Thoth that still covered the floor, and then stood, arranging his
clothing. He looked up to see Ba'al close the door to his chambers,
smiling.

            Heru-Ur smiled as well, and glanced down at Thoth.

            "Not a word to my father," he said pleasantly. "As usual."


The End