Pursuit

“So you almost got yourself killed by that crazy Frenchwoman because you couldn’t face me?” Sawyer asked.

Sayid shifted from one hip to another trying to take pressure off his wounded leg.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I left because I almost tortured you; something I swore I’d never do again,” he said, taking a deep breath and letting it slowly out.

The blond squatting in front of Sayid swore under his breath.

“Bullshit,” he said more loudly. “You ran because of what we did.”

Sayid stared at the fire, banked now, in an effort to focus on something other than the man in front of him. Everyone had the left the cave, looking for Charlie and Claire in some capacity, and it made him feel ill at ease to be here with just Sawyer for company.

Sayid felt the beginnings of a headache start. He closed his eyes.

“I left because I needed time alone. That’s all,” Sayid murmured.

Sawyer snorted and then Sayid heard him sit down beside him. He tensed.

“Face it. You want me and that scares the crap out of you,” Sawyer said with a smirk in his voice.

Sayid’s eyes flew open at that outrageous lie.

“I like women. I have no interest in men,” he spat.

“You keep saying that,” Sawyer said with a chuckle. “But I think you like both,” he added in a teasing voice.

Sawyer reached out and placed his hand on Sayid’s thigh lightly squeezing it. Sayid slapped it away.

“Keep your hands to yourself if you want to keep both of them,” he ordered.

In reaction Sawyer just scooted closer to where Sayid was sitting. The dark-haired man could feel the heat coming off of Sawyer’s body.

“I don’t think you’re in any kind of shape to carry out that threat,” said the blonde with a shit-eating grin pasted on his face.

“Don’t bet on that,” Sayid huffed.

Sawyer sat down and leaned back against the wall of the cave.

“Aww, now don’t be like that. I know you’re curious. You can even top if you want,” he said with a heated glance in Sayid’s direction.

Sayid felt his cock twitch at that.

“Nothing hotter, tighter than a man,” the con man said in a beguiling voice, spreading his legs apart in silent invitation.

Sayid felt his blood starting to pool in his groin.

‘No, not again,’ he thought desperately.

“If you won’t leave then I will,” Sayid said and tried to get to his feet.

Sayid felt woozy but would never admit it. As he tried to push off with his hand to stand up, he stumbled.

“Whoa, buddy. You’re not going anywhere,” Sawyer’s arms slipped around his waist supporting him.

Sawyer gently eased Sayid back down until he was sitting between Sawyers’s spread legs.

“Let’s not get crazy. You’re in no shape to do anything,” murmured Sawyer against his left ear.

Sayid shivered but leaned back against the other man’s warmth.

“You’re plumb crazy boy, you know that don’t you?” asked Sawyer.

Sayid said nothing.

“Death before dishonor is that it?” Sawyer continued, as one hand reached up to stroke Sayid’s curly hair.

Sayid grunted, too tired to formulate all the reasons why this was so very wrong.

Sawyer moved Sayid forward a bit and reached awkwardly inside his shirt pocket.

“Here, this is for you,” Sayid heard murmured in his ear.

Sayid looked down at what Sawyer was holding.

Sawyer was loosely holding a bar of chocolate in front of him. Sayid’s mouth started to water.

“No thanks,” he said shortly. “I don’t want anything you ransacked from the plane.”

“Would I do that?” Sawyer feigned a hurt tone.

“Yes,” Sayid snorted.

“Well, you’re right of course but in this case you’re off base. It’s my chocolate and I’ve been saving it,” he said.

Sayid stiffened and started to move away from Sawyer’s warmth only to be tugged back.

“I can’t be bought,” Sayid said irritably.

“You are the touchiest old boy you know that? It’s a gift. No strings,” Sawyer said as he began to peel the cover off.

The smell of chocolate wafting up to his nose was torment. The survivors had subsisted on a diet of fruits, coconuts and boar for ten days and Sayid was tired of the routine.

“Go on,” Sawyer urged, holding out the unwrapped candy.

Sayid reluctantly took it, his hands trembling just slightly as he broke off a part of the bar. He sniffed at it and then placed it into his mouth letting it slowly melt rather than chewing.

Bliss.

Sawyer leaned down and lightly brushed his lips over Sayid’s neck.

“Just consider me a friend with benefits,” he quietly said.

‘What am I getting into here?’ thought Sayid. ‘I must be out of my mind.’

Sayid put down the candy and squirmed around in Sawyer’s arms until he was facing him.

“We are not friends,” he said emphatically.

“We’ll see,” said Sawyer as he reached for the snap on Sayid’s khakis.

“What are you doing?” Sayid asked hoarsely.

“Well now you’re a bright guy, what do you think?” he replied unzipping Sayid’s pants.

“No,” said Sayid, weakly pushing against the blonde.

“Yes,” said his nemesis, batting Sayid’s hands away.

Only seconds later Sawyer’s hand snaked into Sayid’s underwear.

Sayid gasped as his cock was enfolded in the other man’s hand.

Sayid rapidly forgot about the pain in his leg as his cock started to stiffen at the feel of Sawyer’s hand stroking him. The slight edge of roughness of the calluses on Sawyer’s hand caused Sayid to suck his breath in sharply.

Sawyer pulled his hand back out again.

Sayid moaned.

“Lick it,” Sawyer ordered holding his hand up to Sayid’s face.

The ache in his cock overcame any sense of shame he might ordinarily have had, so Sayid compliantly leaned forward and licked the other man’s hand.

Sawyer’s hand tasted faintly of salt as Sayid slowly ran his tongue individually up each finger leaving moisture behind.

Sawyer growled low in his chest, letting loose some of his tension.

Sayid continued to bathe his lover’s hand until it was suddenly snatched away.

“Enough,” Sawyer said hoarsely.

Sawyer pushed the underwear back down and encircled Sayid’s cock firmly with his now slick hand.

Sayid jerked and moaned softly.

“That’s it. Let me make you feel good,” Sawyer rasped close to his ear.

‘This is wrong. Why am I letting this happen?’ thought Sayid, but the burgeoning pleasure quickly overcame any further inner debate on the subject.

Sayid collapsed forward letting his head rest on the other man’s chest.

‘So good….so good. How long has it been since someone has actually wanted to touch me in this way?’ he thought.

“Yes,” Sayid slurred, as Sawyer’s motion speeded up.

The blonde nuzzled Sayid’s neck and murmured words that were seemingly incomprehensible to him.

Sayid felt pleasure run down his spine and his balls begin to tighten in anticipation of a gut wrenching release.

Suddenly, Sawyer withdrew his hand. Sayid groaned and his back arched seeking the pleasure that had been removed.

“Kiss me,” Sawyer ordered.

“Don’t stop,” Sayid gasped.

“You heard me,” the con man demanded.

Lost to all shame, Sayid obligingly raised his lips to the other man.

Sawyer quickly took command and forced Sayid’s mouth open, his tongue a demanding invader.

A whimper found its way out of Sayid’s throat.

He felt himself grasped again and Sawyer began to pump him in time to his tongue’s thrusts.

One finally hard twist of Sawyer’s hand sent Sayid screaming over the edge, his cries muffled by the other man’s mouth.

He collapsed bonelessly against the other man, trying to regain both his breath and his sanity.

All was quiet in the cave for several minutes.

Sayid was feeling relaxed and more than a little bit fuzzy but as he shifted, he found hard evidence of the other’s mans arousal.

“You….you must need…” Sayid began in a mumble.

Sawyer shook his head, his longish hair moving in a silky way.

“This wasn’t about me. It was for you,” he said.

Sawyer then casually wiped his hand off on Sayid’s pants.

“Though I wouldn’t turn down any reciprocal action the next time,” he said with a smirk.

Belatedly, Sayid realized that the others could return at any time.

“The others,” he said as he tried to maneuver his way out from between Sawyer’s legs.

Sawyer chuckled.

“Funny only now you remember that,” he said, but carefully began to extricate himself from their entanglement.

Sayid shakily began to rezip and button his pants feeling as awkward as an adolescent.

As the blonde stood, he reached over to the corner where a blanket lay, and handed it to Sayid.

“Here, get some sleep. You’ll need some recovery time…in more ways than one,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

Sayid frowned as he pulled the blanket over himself. He’d met this type of man before, they always had an agenda. He wanted to be top dog and was planning to use Sayid in some way to accomplish that.

“What do you really want?” he blurted out.

Sayid thought he saw the briefest flash of hurt in his fellow castaway’s eyes before it disappeared too quickly for him to be sure.

“I’ll let you know,” Sawyer said shortly and with that turned on his heel and left the cave.

Sayid shook his head in confusion. Unable to deal with the enigma that was Sawyer he laid back down again and pulled the blanket over himself.

As sleep started to overcome him he felt a faint flash of guilt.

‘Could Sawyer possibly care about me?’ was the last thought he had before he fell asleep.

END