Capture

Sayid limped towards the beach hoping to hear news that Claire had been found. Walt had told him that Charlie was still recovering from his near-death experience but that he’d had nothing further to add in so far as new information regarding the whereabouts of the pregnant girl. His memories were cloudy at best.

Sayid looked over his shoulder when he heard some small animal shifting through the bush. His grip tightened on the remains of an armrest from the plane he’d found near the caves. Metal remnants from the plane’s destruction could be found all over their section of the island.

Sayid didn’t plan to be taken by surprise again if he could help it. The Frenchwoman had told him about the existence of others on the island and what their agenda was Allah only knew. He must remain alert and suspicious of everything if he was to help Jack keep the others safe.

If he’d been able to get back sooner he might have alerted the others in time to avoid Claire’s kidnapping.

He chuckled darkly to himself. It was poetic justice that he who’d been guilty of harming innocents would find himself one day in the position to make some kind of reparation for all the pain he’d inflicted.

Sweat ran down his neck and onto his chest. It was so hot. He paused wishing he’d taken more than a few sips of water before leaving.

He cursed as he slapped another mosquito dead on his arm. He was being eaten alive by the things. Sawyer had insect repellent squirreled away in his secret stash but Sayid had no intention of asking him for any.

Sayid paused in his walking and squinted up at the sun. Almost noon he’d slept away most of the day. His experience the previous night with Sawyer had both exhausted and confused him.

‘What’s he really after?’ Sayid thought. Sawyer was handsome enough to capture the attention of any of the unattached females on the island. Why him?

“A cheap screw,” Sayid said aloud.

“Naww…never cheap,” said a voice.

Sayid jumped about a foot and cursed loudly in his native language. He dropped the broken armrest on the sandy ground.

Whirling around he saw Sawyer standing behind him on the path, a water bottle in his hand, grinning like a cat that had got the cream.

“What are you doing here?” Sayid bit out.

“Now is that any way to treat your angel of mercy?” asked Sawyer.

Sayid snorted.

“You could be doing something useful like looking for the girl,” Sayid said shortly.

Sawyer’s smile dimmed.

“Locke’s out doing that right now. If he can’t find her nobody can. He’s one mighty scary dude.”

The con man held out the water bottle to Sayid.

Sayid shook his head mutely even though his mouth was dry. He didn’t want to owe this man anything else.

“Sides, I am doing something important. I’m taking care of you,” Sawyer said with a lazy smirk.

Sayid stiffened.

“I’ve found something. Something you might want to see,” said the blonde.

“What?” asked Sayid, his guard immediately going up.

Sawyer moved forward right into Sayid’s personal space, making the darker man want to back away, but he refused to let Sawyer get the impression that he was troubled by his close proximity.

“C’mon be a sport,” Sawyer drawled, his voice now in a lower register, which reminded Sayid of their previous encounters.

Sayid breathed in the other man’s scent, taking in a blend of citrus, sweat and a musky odor that made his nostrils flair.

Sawyer nudged Sayid’s shoulder hard with his own almost unbalancing him.

“Whoa,” Sawyer said, reaching out and slipping his arm around Sayid before his bad leg could give out.

Sayid’s face flushed in embarrassment as he shoved the blonde man’s hands away.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” he said gruffly.

Sawyer’s blue eyes narrowed.

“That’s not what you were saying last night,” he said in a low tone.

Sayid’s knees were feeling a little wobbly so it was time to cut this confrontation short.

“I’m going to the beach,” he snarled, as he turned away from his what? Trusted enemy…friend…lover?

“So, you don’t want to check out the spring I found?” Sawyer asked.

Sayid stopped in his tracks.

“What spring?”

Sawyer licked his dry lips.

“Not far from here. Large enough to swim in…I don’t know about you, but it would make me feel real good to be clean for once,” he said.

Sayid watched mesmerized as Sawyer’s hands moved under his shirt exposing his abs and pushing the shirt up so that Sayid could clearly see the other man’s pinkish nipples.

Sayid felt a tightening in his groin. Damn the man.

“And if you don’t mind me saying so, you’re getting a mite ripe,” the blonde said with a cheeky grin.

A sharp bark of laughter broke from Sayid.

“And lookie here,” said Sawyer, digging through his pockets.

Curious, Sayid moved back towards the other man.

Sawyer withdrew his hand pulling out a travel-sized soap, shampoo and a disposable razor.

Sayid wasn’t terribly surprised that Sawyer would have added those supplies to his hidden cache. If it had been salvageable from the crash, somehow, Sawyer managed to scrounge it from the wreckage.

“And even better things in my other pocket,” Sawyer wheedled.

Sayid turned his head and sniffed at his armpit. He hated being filthy.

“We should tell the others,” he said, for the first time beginning to waver.

“After we avail ourselves of the facilities,” the blonde said, while walking off into the undergrowth.

Sayid hesitated, but then followed the other man.

“Slow down,” he said.

Sawyer waited patiently until Sayid caught up with him.

“You still hurting?” he asked.

“Yes,” Sayid said shortly. His body felt like he’d done twelve full rounds with a professional boxer.

For the first time the con man looked concerned.

“It’s not far,” he said.

“You do realize that it’s dangerous to travel alone through the rainforest, don’t you? You could run into that thing…” Sayid said in a worried tone.

Sawyer chuckled.

“Ah, you do care,” he said, still snickering.

Sayid angrily swatted away another group of insects that hovered around him.

“I’d say the same thing to anyone,” he said abruptly.

“Ooookay, let’s get a move on before those bugs eat you alive,” the blonde said.

Sayid cursed himself mentally for not remembering to pick up the armrest. At least then he’d have something to protect himself with.

Sawyer continued to push through the deep underbrush for about ten minutes and Sayid started to unintentionally lag behind. He was more tired than he’d thought. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea after all.

Up ahead of him he heard Sawyer give a whoop as he disappeared behind some tall trees.

Sayid sped up, and as he broke past the ring of trees, saw a waterfall that developed from a spring on top of small slope that then dropped down into a pool below.

Sawyer was already beginning to shuck his shirt and pants, throwing them down a large, flat rock that overhung the pool below the waterfall.

Sayid slowly began to unbutton his own shirt. He looked over at the other man, who had his back turned to him, just as Sawyer removed his underwear.

Sayid cursed softly as his fingers fumbled while removing his shirt.

Sawyer was long, lean and had a great tight ass.

The blonde dug through his pockets and laid out the soap, shampoo and razor on the rock.

Sayid turned his back on the other man as he removed his sweat-stained trousers. Damn it he was half-hard already. Well, the cool water would take care of that little problem. He wasn’t ashamed to say he wanted this bath badly.

Sayid heard a splash behind him as the other man jumped in the water.

“Lordy,” he heard Sawyer groan, “That’s fucking beautiful.”

Toeing off his sandals, Sayid held his clothing protectively in front of him as he bent to leave his clothing on the rock beside Sawyer’s.

Sneaking a peek at his companion, he realized that while swimming on his back Sawyer wouldn’t see him enter the water. He carefully stepped around some stones intending to slip quietly into the pool that was about the size of a small backyard swimming pool.

“Looking good there,” he heard slurred.

Sawyer was now treading water and watching his approach unabashedly.

Sayid felt his face growing hot again and half-jumped into the water.

He felt the water encase him, the blessed coolness streaming over him. He ducked his head below the water to ease his embarrassment. Maybe he just wouldn’t come back up. What was it about the other man that got under his skin?

Eventually the need for oxygen forced him to the surface spluttering and gasping.

Water running down his face he saw Sawyer happily soaping himself down.

Sayid swam closer.

Sawyer paddled a bit and using one arm reached up and over the rock and tossed the shampoo to Sayid.

“Catch. You can do yours first,” he said.

Sayid needed no second invitation. He felt he had developed furrows of dirt and sand that needed removal from his dark, curling hair.

He squirted a good amount on his hand and then tossed the small bottle back onto the rock for Sawyer to use.

He worked the shampoo into a delightful citrus smelling lather on his head. So this is where Sawyer had picked up that heady scent.

Sayid groaned happily as he closed his eyes to fully experience the sensual delight of being clean again.

He opened his eyes in order to maneuver his way under the sparkling waterfall to rinse his hair and saw Sawyer scrubbing his hair industriously with the shampoo.

The cool water cascaded over him as he rinsed the last of the shampoo from his hair and paddled over to use the now quickly diminishing bar of travel soap.

Sayid worked the soap under his arms, through and around his groin area and then finally concentrated on cleaning his outer extremities.

When at last there was only a sliver left of the soap, he tossed it back towards the rock only to see Sawyer sitting naked as a jaybird on the rock scooping it out of the air.

“Not much left for a shave,” he said, running his hand along his light beard.

“Sorry,” Sayid said shortly, unable to think of a way to get out of the pool without Sawyer getting an eyeful.

“You’ll be the one suffering from beard burn,” the blonde drawled.

Sayid ducked one last time under the water unable to formulate a sufficiently scathing comeback.

He rose finally from the water with his back turned to Sawyer only to realize, belatedly, that Sawyer was sitting on their clothes on the rock.

Sayid took a deep breath. Well, at least the water had taken care of one problem. He had to stop acting like a school girl around the other man. Once someone like Sawyer sensed he had an advantage he’d be only too willing to take advantage of it.

Sayid set his jaw and turned around.

Sawyer lay flat on his back on the rock, his long body on blatant display for Sayid.

Sayid’s eyes quickly flicked down the blonde’s body noticing the heavy, limp cock that lay across his thigh. His own cock twitched in response to the sight.

“You’re on my clothes,” he said roughly.

“Yup,” Sawyer replied in an insolent tone.

“Get off them,” Sayid said in a louder voice.

“Nope,” said Sawyer, once again reaching into his trouser pocket.

Sayid’s eyes widened as he saw what Sawyer was lazily waving in his hand.

Condoms and a small bottle of lube were deposited on his taut stomach.

“I told you I’d let you fuck me,” Sawyer rasped.

Sayid’s breath hitched as he noticed Sawyer’s cock perking up.

“Now, I myself, I’m healthy. If you’re healthy too we won’t need these,” he said holding up the condoms.

“What are you talking about?” Sayid asked weakly.

“Your preference really,” the blonde said waving the condoms. “Cleaner, neater with them but bareback is so much hotter, don’t you think?

Both appalled and aroused Sayid found himself moving forward.

“I wouldn’t know,” he mumbled.

Sawyer’s cock started to lengthen and fill under Sayid’s gaze.

“Well, damn. Our boy’s a virgin to anal sex. Now that’s just hotter than hell,” Sawyer said, his body wiggling in anticipation.

“We are not going to be having anal sex,” Sayid hissed. “It’s….unnatural,” he spluttered.

“There’s nothing unnatural about it. It’s been going on since the world began and enjoyed too,” Sawyer said, sitting up and patting the warm stone beside him.

Sayid’s eyes narrowed trying to calculate how much force would be required to shove Sawyer off the clothing and back into the water.

Sayid stood undecided for a few moments while Sawyer started to hum tunelessly under his breath. He’d have to get down to Sawyer’s level in order to gather sufficient force to push him off the clothing and escape with some of his dignity intact.

Sayid stepped on to the stone and squatted down until his knees were brought down on to the hard stone.

Sawyer quieted and stilled.

Sayid could feel both his heartbeat and his respiration picking up. He reached out his hand, intending to shove Sawyer out of the way.

His roughened fingers touched Sawyer’s shoulder and heard him make a rumbling sound from deep within his chest.

Sawyer’s skin was petal soft and Sayid’s fingers began to move almost unconsciously over the blonde’s chest. Sawyer, like Sayid, was virtually hairless there and he found his fingers drifting down to the pinkish nipples that had begun to pucker as a slight breeze picked up around the pool.

A wordless interrogatory sound issued from the blonde as he tilted his head laying the groundwork for a kiss.

Sayid couldn’t resist the offer and leaned in towards the other man his lips brushing against Sawyer’s slightly open ones.

Sawyer’s tongue darted out to run along his partner’s lips and Sayid felt a jolt of desire run through his body and straight to his cock.

He grunted grabbed the blonde by the back of his head and plunged desperately into the hot, warm mouth of the teasing con man.

Sayid began to stake his territory by exploring every sweet inch of the Sawyer’s mouth.

Gasping for air, Sawyer finally tore away and began to kiss and suck at Sayid’s neck, leaving marks as he went.

Sawyer growled and cursed.

The blonde let out a shaky laugh and started to fumble around with one of his hands.

“What are you doing?” Sayid asked in an unsteady voice.

“Lube,” said the blond curtly. “Need the lube.”

Sayid’s cock leapt in response.

Looking down, Sayid could see that Sawyer was already hard and leaking a bit. He reached out to touch the other man, only to have his hand slapped away.

“Not now. I don’t want to come until you’re in me,” the blonde bit out.

Sayid bit his lip until it bled. His entire body was thrumming in anticipation.

Finally, after what seemed like an endless search, Sawyer triumphantly held up the small bottle of lube.

“You’ve been tested right?” Sawyer asked in a hoarse voice.

His throat tight Sayid just nodded.

“Me too, we’re good to go then,” said the blonde, this time with a wolfish grin.

Sawyer leaned in and bit gently down on one of Sayid’s brown nipples. Sayid’s cock slapped his stomach.

Sawyer kissed the slight sting away and murmured into his chest.

“Bareback?” came the query from somewhere around his left nipple.

“Yes,” said Sayid hoarsely.

Sayid could almost feel the smile that graced the blonde’s face against his neck.

Abruptly, Sawyer pulled away from him and squeezed a generous amount of lube out onto his fingers.

Breathless, Sayid watched as the blonde knelt forward and slipped his hand between his buttocks.

Sayid’s blood ran straight to his cock and it seemed to throb in time with each beat of his now rapidly beating hard.

“Mmm…that feels really good,” said the other man as two of his fingers pushed into his twitching hole.

Sayid’s hands began to tremble as the noises coming from the other man seemed to increase exponentially. He’d always loved vocal, appreciative lovers.

Sawyer’s eyes held an evil glint, seemingly well aware of how he was firing up his soon to be lover.

The blonde pulled his fingers out of his ass and reached again for the lube he’d dropped on the rock.

He squeezed a generous amount onto his hand.

“And now for you,” he said, and before Sayid could move Sawyer’s hand was wrapped around his cock and smoothing on the lube.

Sayid gasped and his hips automatically thrust forward seeking more contact.

Sawyer chuckled.

“Now don’t you get too excited. You’ve got some fucking to do,” he crooned to the darker man.

Sayid whimpered as the blonde suddenly removed the hand that was pleasuring him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, in frustration as Sawyer began to gather their clothing.

The blonde gave him a come hither look over his shoulder as he went down on all fours on the gathered clothing.

“Well now, I don’t want my hands and knees to get all cut up do I?” he drawled.

Sayid scrambled over towards the other man.

He reached out reverently and ran his hand down Sawyer’s smooth back, tracing the spine and ended by cupping the other man’s taut buttocks.

“Don’t be a fucking tease. I want it…now,” said Sawyer emphatically.

Sayid moved behind the blonde, unsure as to how to proceed. With women it was easy enough.

He parted Sawyer’s buttocks and placed the head of his cock at the opening of the other man’s anus.

“Slowly, it’s been a while for me,” he heard the other man mutter with his head hanging down.

Sayid tried to push but his cock slipped away.

He growled and swore.

He redirected himself and pushed again.

Oh tight. Very tight.

The pressure against his cock was flooding him with sensation. He pushed slowly until he was halfway home.

“Wait,” came Sawyer’s curt order.

Sayid didn’t want to wait. He wanted it now, now, now. His cock demanded he push and thrust. Biting his lip he forced himself to still.

After what felt like an eternity the other man relaxed a bit.

“Okay, go on,” he said.

With one last hard push, Sayid seated himself fully in the other man his balls slapping lightly against Sawyer’s ass.

“Move damn you,” Sayid heard come in a slightly breathless voice from the other man.

Sayid moved slowly back until only the tip of his penis remained in the other man then thrust forward smoothly.

He whimpered at the sensation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” he heard from the man below him.

Sayid grabbed Sawyer’s hips tightly and began to pump his hips, slowly at first and then gaining speed and depth.

A screech came out of the blonde’s throat but it didn’t seem like anything related to pain so Sayid didn’t pause but kept rocking the other man with the strength of his thrusts.

“You like this?” Sayid spit out.

“Oh yeah, I like it you bastard,” gasped Sawyer, and then yelped as Sayid made a direct hit on his prostrate again.

One part of Sayid could hardly believe he was screwing another man but the other more primitive part was screaming in triumph.

“Mine,” his lizard brain pulsed.

Sawyer’s hips pushed back to meet every hard thrust, matching Sayid’s fervor.

“Touch me,” he whined. “Touch me fucking now!”

Belatedly, Sayid realized that it took both of Sawyer’s hands to hold himself in place for Sayid. He reached forward and under, grasping the blonde’s leaking cock and pulling.

“Yessss…” came the guttural reverberation from Sawyer.

Sayid’s rhythm became somewhat more erratic trying to master both ends but Sawyer didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the blonde laid his arms down on the stone to act as a pillow for his head, thus allowing him to raise his ass even further up in air.

Sayid’s heart felt as if it were ready to burst. He drew in deep gulps of air as he heard the sound of their wet bodies slapping together.

He pulled harder at Sawyer’s slick cock as he felt his balls tightening and drawing up. He could feel his orgasm rushing towards him.

Sayid almost lay completely over the other man’s back as they fucked their slick skin rubbing against each other.

“Gonna come,” moaned Sawyer.

“Good, come for me…now” Sayid ordered.

Sawyer let loose a wail and Sayid felt the warm jets of come against his hand as the blonde’s body clenched around his cock.

Sayid began to feel the rush and he thrust hard one more time and then blessedly his body snapped into orgasm and he felt himself filling Sawyer with the evidence of his enjoyment.

The blonde collapsed completely onto the stone with Sayid on top still encased in his tight channel.

Sayid leant on one of his arms trying to keep some of his weight off the other man as they both tried to recover.

As his cock finally softened and slipped out of the other man he heard a groan from beneath him.

The endorphins racing through his system made Sayid feel better than he had in days. He yawned hard, cracking his jaw, smug in the knowledge that great sex was the best relaxant that existed in the world.

He rolled off Sawyer and to his other side.

Both of them lay there for a few minutes in a near doze; like lizards baking in the sun.

Following some deep instinct he couldn’t identify Sayid leaned over the man and kissed him gently on the shoulder.

A sleepy murmur greeting his move.

Sayid lay on his side studying the other man. He wasn’t sure what the protocol was with a male lover. It was a puzzle. Sayid by his nature was quite romantic but wasn’t sure how this would be applied to another man.

He snickered lazily. He’d think of something.

The blonde looked up from where he’d been dozing and gave Sayid a completely unselfconsciously sweet smile.

Sayid sucked a breath in. This was the first real thing that Sawyer had ever given him or any of the others survivors. No pretense, no attitude, just complete openness.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” Sayid said softly in return.

Sawyer grinned.

“I’m leaking,” he said.

“What?” Sayid asked stupidly.

Sawyer briefly turned his head and looked towards his butt.

“You’re oozing out of me,” he said playfully.

Sayid flushed, feeling like a fool.

“You’re cute when you blush,” Sawyer said in a teasing voice.

“Err..mmmm..you can use my shirt,” he said pulling his shirt out from beneath him.

“Naww…I like it. Knowing I’ve got a part of you in me. Sides, I can always take another dip before we go,” he said, leaning forward and letting his silky hair rub against Sayid’s neck.

Manfully, Sayid’s cock tried to give a twitch but didn’t quite make it.

Sayid was about to put his hands on Sawyer’s hip to draw him closer when he heard a sound above that of the noise created by the waterfall.

“What’s that?” he said sharply.

Damn. He knew he should have kept some kind of weapon with them.

Sawyer pushed himself up, head cocked in a listening position.

“Don’t worry. It’s only someone calling you,” he said.

Sure enough he could now make out Jack’s voice calling his name.

Without thinking he stood up and called back.

“Here, we’re here,” he shouted.

Sawyer looked up at him with a frown.

“Now why would you want to go and do something like that?

“It might be an emergency or Claire might have been found,” he replied.

“You might have at least waited until we could get dressed,” Sawyer replied mildly.

Sayid groaned. He was an idiot. They were both still buck naked.

“Get up,” he said as he sat down and tried to grab his clothing from under the blonde.

Sawyer was singularly uncooperative, just snickering as Sayid attempted to drawn his underpants back on.

He’d just managed to grab his pants when Jack broke through the trees.

“What the…” he heard Jack say.

Sawyer immediately scooted in front of Sayid covering the fact that he hadn’t yet been able to get into his trousers.

Casual in his nudity Sawyer stared down the startled looking doctor.

“Can’t a man go skinny dipping around here without everyone barging in?” he asked smoothly.

Jack moved closer, sniffing the air, and a look of distaste crossed his face.

Sayid flushed but continued to dress himself.

“What has happened? Have you found Claire?” he asked roughly.

“No, but I thought you’d have an interest in helping to search for her. We’re going back out again before dark. Unless you’re busy of course,” he said in a disapproving tone.

Sayid ducked his head, feeling guilty and so didn’t see the completely venomous look that Sawyer shot the physician.

“Sayid isn’t your personal houseboy,” Sawyer said in freezing tones.

“No, but somehow I thought he was a bit more responsible than this. We’ll be starting out in another fifteen minutes, Sayid,” Jack said and turned on his heel and set off towards the camp.

“Asshole,” Sawyer growled under his breath.

“He’s right,” said Sayid. “I should have been there long ago helping out,” he said, offering Sawyer his clothes with one hand.

“You go right ahead, I’m planning on taking another swim,” he said sullenly.

“You’re not coming back? It might be dangerous staying here by yourself,” he said.

A mask seemed to have fallen back into place covering the blonde’s feelings.

“I can take of myself,” he said shortly.

As Sayid finished zipping and tucking himself in, he felt torn. Jack and the others needed him but he also felt like he was letting Sawyer down by leaving right now.

“I’m sorry,” he said, touching Sawyers warm shoulder.

Sawyer sharply shrugged the hand away.

“Don’t be, it was a good fuck,” he said and then pushed off the rock and back into the pool.

Feeling flustered, Sayid got to his feet unsure of what to say.

Sawyer kept his back to Sayid and refused to look back.

Sayid sighed and crouched down close to the edge of the rock.

If he didn’t know better he’d swear that Sawyer’s feelings were hurt. Well, if he’d been a woman that’s what he’d have assumed. Sayid scratched his head feeling his luxurious curls already beginning to dry.

“I’ll see you back at the camp,” he offered.

“You’re damn right you will,” he heard Sawyer say, just before the man turned and scooped and flung a large portion of water towards him.

Water splattered all over his face and shirt.

“You bastard,” he spluttered. “You’ll pay for that,” he coughed and laughed.

“I’m counting on it,” Sawyer said with a smug look.

Sayid stood up, wet, but feeling somehow better.

He smiled once at the blonde and walked back towards the direction of the beach camp.

He was far enough away so he didn’t hear Sawyer’s last remark.

“You’re not getting away from me now,” he said with satisfaction.

The End