Title:  Sweet Forgiveness
Author:  SM (burntsm0re)
Fandom:  Lost
Pairing:  Sawyer/Sayid
Rating:  NC-17

He heard someone coming down the path and he should've known it was Kate.

Sawyer was having difficulty keeping his eyes open but he managed, even when Kate's startled gasp quickly transformed into a tight grimace. He watched back out of persistent stubbornness and a sick thrill to see the righteous lady of the house--camp--look down her freckled nose at him.

The monster.

Forgetting what she'd lowered herself to once.

The expected, familiar, twist in his gut from her withering disappointment was dulled, was hardly a match for the fire curling his insides and making him writhe against the bark raking his back. His own weak self-flagellation. He hardly felt the old scrapes opening again as he pumped his hips harder.

The wet suction increased suddenly and his knees buckled.

When he forced his heavy lids wide again, not backing down, her eyes were still round and angry, piercing him.

Of course it was his fault, unforgivable, for exploiting someone else's utter self-loathing.

But just so she could see how good it was anyway, he still held her gaze when he pushed hard on the back of Sayid's head and the other man's throat engulfed him.

She may have looked revolted, or maybe that flush was the bitch going into heat herself, but Jesus, he didn't care, couldn't resist anymore. He conceded first and his eyes flicked down to the cocksucker finishing him off.

Sawyer had long since stopped imaging it was someone else on her knees in the mud, only hanging onto one bare shoulder to keep from ruining the picture in his head. He didn't have to close his eyes anymore to see dark hair run through his fingers. Or squeeze so hard to keep that wet tongue right--yes, there.

No, Sayid wasn't trying to escape anymore than Saywer was.

Sayid swallowed his shame now.

Sawyer slumped down and his legs sprawled around Sayid, his hand still tangled in dirty curls as their foreheads met.

Sayid's dark eyes stared back, lips slick and bruised. Sawyer wiped them off with his thumb and there was a rustle in the grass that he assumed was Sayid wiping his own seed off his hand.

Kate turned back to camp unnoticed.
 

Fin