Title:  “Rebirth”
Author:  uberaeryn
Fandom:  Lost
Pairing:  Jack/Sawyer
No Spoilers
Warnings:  Adults Only, Language and Sexual Situations
Rating:  PWP
A/N:  For foxxcub
 

He felt it before he heard it, a sickening fear causing an immediate rippling of the skin starting at the back of his neck and rolling down his spine, and his irritation at Sawyer’s continuous, grumbled complaints about having to do actual work faded as he whipped around and grabbed Sawyer by the elbow and began shoving him into the cover of the jungle.

Sawyer huffed in surprise, glowered, resisted, started to say something but then he must have felt it, too, because then he was running, leaping over fallen logs and ducking under branches and trailing vines and Jack was right behind him, looking over his shoulder and trying to see it, needing to see it even though he knew it was pointless even to try. Previous encounters with it had left him with nothing but the images his imagination conjured up and nightmares so vivid that sometimes he was unable to sleep for far too many nights in a row.

Still looking back and now hearing it, a tremendous cacophony of branches breaking as the canopy of the jungle was swept back as the thing made its way in their direction, the very earth shaking as it moved, Jack paused, watching in terrified amazement before turning and running again, only to collide into Sawyer, who was no longer moving but now staring at the immense rise of cliff face blocking their escape, too smooth to climb and too large to circle around, and he turned as Jack slammed into him, grabbing at Jack and trying to regain his footing as they both started to topple over but then both were falling, hitting the ground with a hard thud.

It was closer now, and louder, and suddenly Jack could smell it, the scent of rotted meat and he looked down at Sawyer who lay underneath him, eyes wide and panicked and he started to speak but Jack clapped one hand over his mouth hard and gave a quick, negative jerk of his head, warning Sawyer without words to stay silent, warning Sawyer with his body to stay still, covering Sawyer’s body with his own and clamping down hard with legs and arms. They stared at one another a long moment, Sawyer’s expression and struggles soundlessly demanding that they run and Jack’s glare answering that there was nowhere to go, and then Sawyer subsided, gave in, tensed and froze underneath him, his chest heaving from exertion and terror.

Then they both turned and watched as it came nearer, trees bowing and breaking as it passed and then it stopped and everything was quiet, completely, birds and insects silenced by its presence and the only sound now that of the muted hiss of the surf in the distance and the labored breathing of both Sawyer and Jack.

It was there, the stench of it rank and overpowering and Jack wondered if it were looking for them, and he imagined it listening and scenting the wind and finding them and killing them or taking them and then it was moving again and he ducked his head, eyes closed in dread as he hid against Sawyer’s chest. It was close, so close now and again Sawyer struggled, wanting desperately to run and again Jack, his eyes still closed, clutched at him hard with his body, trying to send the message with everything he had - don’t move, don’t move, don’t move.

Then suddenly it turned, the shaking of the ground as it moved vibrating up through Sawyer’s body and into Jack’s own and Jack’s head whipped up and he watched, seeing nothing but the violent movement of the trees and underbrush as it went back in the direction from which it had come, and after what seemed like an eternity the sound of it was fading, the stench was fading, and there was a long moment of silence.

Then the wind picked up, sweeping away the remnants of the sound and the smell and the jungle felt clean again, purified, and then the first bird sang, high and sweet. To Jack it sounded like a signal, a call that now all was safe and he began to relax, just slightly, and then the rest of the jungle chorus joined in, almost deafening in the wake of that total and terrifying silence.

He sighed deeply, exhausted now, his grip on Sawyer loosening as he tried to gather the strength to get to his feet and get back to camp, and he started to move, to roll off Sawyer and lay on the ground for a moment to rest before heading back but he found himself trapped when Sawyer’s legs whipped around his waist and clutched at him tightly.

Jack tensed, stared down at Sawyer in surprise and in anger, realizing now that his hand was still tight against Sawyer’s mouth and he removed it, placed it palm flat on the dirt near Sawyer’s shoulder as he began to shove himself up and away but still Sawyer held on, and his expression was dark, furious and still frightened but something else was there as well and now Jack was the one struggling, panicked, not ready and not wanting to give whatever it was Sawyer was suddenly demanding from him. He glared at Sawyer but said nothing, instead still fought to free himself from Sawyer’s painful grip.

Sawyer’s hips moved then, up hard, an erratic, rough slide against Jack’s crotch and Jack gasped, eyes closing in shock and pleasure at the feel of Sawyer’s cock hard against his own and he almost thrust back, almost, but instead he fought harder, not understanding this sudden surge of desire slamming through him out of nowhere, unable to process it, telling himself that he didn’t want this and that surely Sawyer didn’t either even though Sawyer’s hands were now tight around his neck, fingernails digging into his skin as he tugged Jack closer, down, his eyes like the grey of a storm at sea.

No, Jack thought, no, fighting Sawyer’s pull on him and then he watched as Sawyer’s tongue darted out and slid along his lower lip, swiping at the blood there from where the pressure of Jack’s hand had forced his lip against his teeth, cutting it deeply.

Jack froze, watching the play of Sawyer’s tongue along his lip. Blood, always blood, it was all about the blood and the word echoed through Jack’s head and he found himself reaching out with his thumb, a slow caress against Sawyer’s mouth, Sawyer’s blood coating the very tip of Jack’s thumb and Sawyer stared up at him, unmoving and silent except for his breath which was fast and heavy, and then he grabbed Jack’s wrist tightly and drew Jack’s thumb into his mouth, closing his eyes as his tongue and teeth and lips worked hungrily, his head moving slightly as his mouth slid up and down the length of Jack’s thumb. Jack’s body tensed and his blood roared as he watched Sawyer, fascinated and so painfully hard now that he knew exactly what that mouth could do and he ripped his hand away, and then his own mouth was on Sawyer’s and he was sucking hard at Sawyer’s lower lip, tasting it, tasting the blood and tasting Sawyer and was amazed and aroused at the lush wetness of it.

Sawyer inhaled sharply and again shoved up with his hips, rocking harder against Jack and demanding more, more, more, begging and teasing and seducing with the movement of his body and the low but powerful sounds coming from deep in his chest, sounds that Jack almost felt more than heard and then Jack was lost.

Both hands dug into the jungle floor on either side of Sawyer’s head, fingers scrabbling at the layers of dead leaves that were slowly, over time, returning to the earth, becoming part of it once more and enriching it before being reborn at some point when time would stop and then start again.

The idea of that, of death and rebirth, flashed quickly through Jack’s mind and then disappeared, and now he thrust against Sawyer’s crotch, a fast, eager roll of his hips, each rough touch blinding him, hurting him, and there was a frantic and frenzied pulse in his blood, pounding behind his eyes and throughout his body and leaving him breathless as he moved and as Sawyer moved with him, killing him and then bringing his body vividly alive again with each touch, every sound.

Then Sawyer’s hands were on either side of Jack’s face and his head tilted and his tongue was licking at Jack’s mouth before sliding inside and tangling with Jack’s own and they both groaned, rough and deep and muffled and then Sawyer bit, drawing Jack’s own blood and Jack’s body jerked and he hissed against Sawyer’s mouth, pain and pleasure and God, he thought, it felt so fucking good, tasted good, blood combined and shared by hot and wet and eager mouths, sucking and licking and biting.

Hungry and low sounds of desperate need were coming from both of them and then Sawyer shoved his hands between them, pushing Jack up to tug at the zip of his shorts and Jack braced himself, fingers digging deeply into the soil of the island and releasing the rich and ancient scent of earth and jungle and of something sweet and older than time, and he inhaled deeply as he waited impatiently, still hungrily exploring Sawyer’s mouth as Sawyer fumbled with their clothes, Jack’s body shaking in anticipation and then, finally, Sawyer had a rough, warm grip around both of them, sensitive flesh sliding along hot, sensitive flesh and Jack ripped his mouth away and flung his head back and closed his eyes, gasping as Sawyer’s hands moved around them both, the fiery feel of it stealing Jack’s breath and breaking his body.

Fuck. He wasn’t sure if he said it or thought it but it didn’t matter now, Sawyer was thrusting up against him, cursing him and demanding that he move and Jack did, fingertips buried in the dirt as he thrust into Sawyer’s hands, long and hard and fast strokes that set off a series of sparks along his spine, God, it felt so good it almost hurt, it did hurt, all of it, the scent, the touch, the sound, the sight of Sawyer with his head back and hair falling out of his face and eyes closed, breathing heavily and groaning and cursing and muttering Jack’s name as he bucked up against him, his hands tightening around them both and it was too much, overwhelming and overpowering and then they found the rhythm, their rhythm, the beating of their hearts and the movements of their bodies and the drawing of their breaths and Jack came, hard, his body now a fluid heat under Sawyer’s touch and he felt that the whole of him was dissolving, melting, and then Sawyer wrapped one arm around Jack’s neck and kissed him brutally as he stroked himself with one hand now wet with Jack’s come and his body arched up high as he came soon after, groaning loudly into Jack’s mouth as he did so.

And then they were falling, at the same time, sinking into one another and into the island itself, becoming part of it, like the leaves - to ashes, to dust, to be reborn at some point when time stopped and then started again.

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