Sawyer finds jealousy bitter.

More bitter than the sweat he tastes on his tongue from licking Boone's throat.

More bitter than the saltwater he swallows when Boone takes him out behind some rocks in the ocean and blows him while Sawyer tries to tread water.

Far more bitter than any of those things combined because it's not something Sawyer ever anticipated.

He wasn't looking for anything more complicated than a sweet piece of Boone's ass when things started. Boone was a pretty boy and they were on a deserted island. Nothing could be simpler.

In theory.

Thing was, Boone had an uncomfortable habit of bringing out the better side of Sawyer's nature. Something that normally Sawyer would deny having all together. But the more time they spent on the island the more Sawyer foun himself losing his detachment. It was hard to stay aloof with Boone's full lips wrapped around his dick and Boone's eyes closed in total rapture as he sucked or the way Boone never seemed to get enough of kissing Sawyer. He alternated between sweet little kisses designed to coax Sawyer out of a foul mood and hot slippery kisses designed to coax Sawyer out of his mind.

Sawyer doesn't know the exact moment when he realized he was jealous of Locke of all people.

More to the point he was jealous of the amount of time Boone was spending with Locke deep in the jungle away from camp and more importantly away from Sawyer's watchful gaze. He doesn't think Locke's after Boone. Not by a long shot. Locke's got too much of the messiah in him to be secretly coveting boys young enough to be his kid. But that doesn't mean Sawyer likes the fact Locke has a part of Boone that he doesn't.

Sawyer's never been one to share his toys or play well with others.

So the next time he spots Locke heading out into the jungle, he waits, and he watches until Boone casually gets up and makes to follow him.

"I'm going to go hunt with Locke. I'll be back tonight."

Sawyer's hand shoots out and catches Boone by the wrist, pulling him back down into the sand. "No."

"Excuse me? No what?" Boone's blue eyes are gathering storm clouds but Sawyer doesn't care.

He can't shake the feeling that something in the jungle is waiting for the chance to take Boone. Sawyer's not about to let that happen. At least not without a fight. "You're stayin' here." Sawyer dragged Boone into his tent. "We got some things to take care of right here."

"Locke's expecting me..." Boone got out, but already his breath was quick and his nostrils flared as he breathed in Sawyer.

"He'll get over it." Sawyer tied the flap to his tent shut hoping to avoid any unwanted interruptions. As far as he was concerned the rest of the island could go fuck itself. He was going to be busy with some fucking of his own. "C'mere."

"Look. Just because we screw around doesn't mean that you get to tell me what I can and can't do. You don't fucking own me."

Sawyer took a determined step forward and closed the gap between them. "See? That's where you're wrong Sweetness." He fisted his hand on Boone's hair and dragged the other man's body up against his. "You're mine. I get dibs on every single luscious inch of you. When I'm done, and only when I'm done does the rest of the world get a shot at you." Sawyer dragged his free hand over the front of Boone's shirt before ripping it right down the middle to get to the sweat slick flesh beneath it. "And I'm just gettin' started." He was surprised and more than a little turned on when Boone struggled against his hands.

Boone got one hand between their bodies and pushed *hard* against Sawyer's chest. "Fuck off!"

Sawyer stumbled back. "Oh you wanna play? Let's play." Sawyer caught his foot between Boone's and knocked Boone flat on his ass on the bench. With one hand he hauled Boone down to the edge of the bench by the waistband of his jeans while pulling his own shirt off with the other. "Come to Daddy." He dodged one of Boone's feet which was aiming for his chest. Free of his shirt he used both his hands to pull Boone down until he was just barely on the bench and off balance. Then Sawyer sprang up and using his shirt bound Boone's hands behind his back. He pushed Boone backwards until he was lying on his hands.

"Let me go!" Boone shouted. "God damn you Sawyer!"

"Probably." Sawyer agreed affably. "And since I'm damned anyway I might as well enjoy the ride." He perched on Boone's legs and went to work on the buttons of his jeans. "Come on Sweetness." He crooned running his hands up and down Boone's muscled legs. The kid had a body like he was sculpted instead of born and all of Sawyer's previous glimpses of Boone naked did nothing more than whet his appetite for more. He placed his mouth on Boone's thigh and scraped his two day old stubble along the sensitive skin there until Boone let out a yelp and bucked wildly. "Ya' like that?" Sawyer grinned up at Boone. "The things I'm gonna do to you Sweetness. Before this is over you're gonna be beggin me to own your ass." He trailed his mouth up Boone's legs until he reached his flat stomach and the sticky trail of precum left there by his untouched cock. Sawyer dragged the tips of his fingers through the smear and brought them to his lips. "Mmm mmm good."

"Sawyer. Come on. Untie me." Boone pleaded. "You proved your point."

"Don't think of it like I'm proving a point." Sawyer slithered up Boone's body. "Think of it more like a pop quiz. I'm just making sure you know what the score is." His hands played over Boone's body relentlessly finding every erogenous zone imaginable. "In case you were wondering the answer to the quiz is 'Yes Sawyer, you own me'. Sawyer sank his teeth into the curve of Boone's hip where it met his delectable ass. Instead of a playful bite, Sawyer intended to leave the kid with very visible proof of his claim. He bit, licked and sucked until Boone was whimpering, his voice on the edge of pain. Sawyer pulled back with a final lick and studied his handiwork with satisfaction. "Mmm... nice. It's no tattoo that says 'Property of' but it'll do... for now." With that he climbed over Boone's body until they were laying face to face. Looking down he could see Boone's bottom lip was split from having bit it and his lashes were wet with unshed tears. "Tell me to stop." It was a concession Sawyer didn't really feel like making. He didn't know for sure that he *could* let the kid go even if that's what he wanted.

Boone shook his head violently from side to side. "No."

"I've got my share of kinks Sweetness but rape ain't one of them." Sawyer drawled.

"I said don't stop." Boone turned his face into Sawyer's shoulder, rubbing his face there.

Taking him at his word, Sawyer stroked one hand over Boone's chest. He toyed with first one nipple then the other while his mouth licked at Boone's lips. The coppery taste of blood mixed with the salt sweat of his skin and the needy sounds pouring out of his throat made Sawyer growl. "Mine."

He never broke eye contact while he raided his supplies and with quick, unsteady movements slicked his cock. He ran one slippery finger between Boone's cheeks. He didn't want to hurt him, but he was going to make damn sure Boone felt it. Not just for the night but the next day too. As Sawyer prepared to enter Boone he gave a little frown. Having Boone tied wasn't what he wanted

At least not just then.

Sawyer undid Boone's hands, freeing them just before taking the back of Boone's knee and lifting it over his hip. "Yeah. That's it." Sawyer coaxed until he had Boone exactly where he wanted him. Open and close and ready. He held the back of Boone's neck with one hand while easing into Boone's waiting body.

Boone's eyes closed and his head fell back. He made a choked little sound in the back of his throat, but rolled his hips up to meet Sawyer's thrust.

"So tight." Once he was fully in, Sawyer grit his teeth to keep from fucking Boone wildly. Instead he teased himself and Boone by rolling his hips, making sure to hit Boone's prostate with each circle until Boone cried out.

"Sawyer! Fuck! Fuck me!"

"Shh... gimme a minute Sweetness." Sawyer flashed a hot and sweaty grin. "I'm enjoyin' the ride. How about you?"

Boone opened his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a rough shout as Sawyer wrapped his hand around Boone's dick.

While he started out slow, it didn't stay that way.

Soon Sawyer found himself driving harder and faster into Boone. It was the sexiest cycle ever. The more he gave, the more Boone groan and begged for more and the more Sawyer wanted to give him. They were both slick with sweat and completely immersed in the sounds, scents and tastes of fucking.

Sawyer slid his hands under Boone's back to cup his shoulders. He pulled Boone down to meet his thrusts fucking him with and on his cock while his teeth made yet another deep purple mark. This one on Boone's throat to match the one on his inner thigh.

Boone wrapped his legs around Sawyer's ass. He dug one hand into Sawyer's shaggy hair demanding kiss. His other hand slid down Sawyer's back and his nails dug into the small of his back as desperate pleas fell from his lips.

"Sawyer! Please! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!" Boone's breath was ragged as he panted the words out against Sawyer's lips. His blue eyes locked onto Sawyer's a second before his body tightened and his mouth opened to form a scream that never made it out of his throat.

Sawyer felt Boone's cum splash across their bellies and chests. He dipped his head to take Boone's slack mouth and kept on fucking him. Sawyer was so close he could see darkness closing in on his vision but he couldn't quite get there.

Until Boone whispered in his ear. "I'm yours."

Sawyer came so hard it felt like he was having a heart attack. His heart thudded in his chest, his vision went blurry and he couldn't catch his breath. When he finally came down it was to the feeling of Boone's fingers combing through his hair and his soft voice repeating in his ear.

"I'm yours..."