Title: Dancing with the Devil
Author: ficklemuse
Fandom: Lost
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sawyer/Boone
Prompt: 074: Seduction
Spoilers: Nothing. 'Cept you have to know they're LOST. ;) Other than that nothing new.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sawyer. I just like to play with him. A lot. And he likes to play with Boone. Go figure.



Sawyer hunted. Not the way Locke did, but in his own way he hunted. Some days he wound up empty handed, then there were days, good days when he would up with a fist full of hot sweaty boy dick while Boone panted and squirmed like a virgin on prom night.

He might be for shit at wild boar huntin, but Sawyer preferred his game anyway. He loved the way Boone put up a fight - right up until Sawyer undid his buttonfly jeans. After that Boone was sweetnees personified. He moaned and whimpered so gratefully each and every time Sawyer stroked him. His cheeks flushed a deep rose and his lips parted leaving Boone looking like an x-rated fallen angel.

He'd first become aware of pretty boy's preferences by watching Boone following Jack around like a puppy just achin' to get his belly rubbed. Once Boone realized the good doctor wasn't interested, he'd turned to good ol' Ali. But Sayid either didn't go that way or he was just too subtle for a walking sex bomb like Boone.

No one ever accused Sawyer of being the subtle type.

So the next time he caught Boone alone on the trail between the beach and the caves he'd grabbed Boone by the back of the neck and hauled him just out of sight of anyone passing by.

"Wha-?"

"Shh.." Sawyer pressed his full weight against Boone's back, plastering him to the tree. "Be real quiet." He slid a hand down to cup the nice bulge in the front of Boone's jeans. "That is unless you wanna give the nice folks a show." He nudged Boone's legs further apart and wedged his own between them.

"Sawyer! What are you doing?!"

"Nothin' you haven't been beggin' for since we crashed on this little island." Sawyer breathed into Boone's ear. He hid a smile by tonguing a small patch of skin behind Boone's ear before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh. His hand never stopped moving the entire time. In the space of a few seconds Boone went from struggling to get away to rocking into Sawyer's hand and arching his head back to give Sawyer even better access to his throat. "That's it. Come on Sweetness. Give the Big Bad Wolf his due."

"Oh fuck!" Boone gritted out between clenched teeth.

"Not so fast." Sawyer chuckled and traced the shell of Boone's ear with the tip of his tongue. "And never on the first date." Pressed up against Boone's sweaty back, Sawyer ground his own rock hard arousal into the denim clad curve of Boone's ass. He wasn't going to get off. But that wasn't the point. The thrill was in the hunt. In bringing Boone down with nothing more than the flick of his wrist. By the time Sawyer had Boone's jeans unbuttoned Boone was past all coherency, twitching in Sawyer's grip and making soft little mewling sounds. "Like that?"

"Yesss..."

"Good." Sawyer brought Boone to the edge, then took one of Boone's hands from the trunk of the tree and wrapped it around his own dick. "Then you'll remember who made you feel this good. I ain't the good doctor and I sure as hell ain't that Iraqi bastard. You want something from me then you're gonna have to ask for it." Sawyer gave Boone's throat another sharp nip, making sure to leave a livid red mark. "And I mean ask 'nicely'." Bringing his slick hand up to his mouth, he licked Boone's pre-cum from his fingers with a lewd smacking sound. "Tasty." Heading back down to the beach, Sawyer tossed over his shoulder. "You know where to find me Sweetness. My door's always open."