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Interrupted
Tryst By Liritar Thranduiliell and Veet Voojagig Pairing:
Sawyer/Sayid Rating:
PG-13 Summary:
What was REALLY going on before Sayid and Sawyer saved Michael from Jin? Disclaimer:
We don’t own those hunks, or anyone else from Lost. *Sighs* I may have
to go kill myself… (Veet: Lir, NOOO!) A/N:
Written partially in response to this article, because we’d already
noticed it, and it just had to be done. “…But
according to my wife, the real budding romance on the island is between
Sayid and Sawyer. After all, they did come running out of the fuselage
together in the last episode to save Michael from Jin. Plus, they're
constantly showing off in front of each other, often while sweaty. Her
final piece of evidence? They're both really hot. Remember, you heard it
here first, gang. For the sake of their future happiness though, I hope
neither one happens to be a resident of Sawyer watched the man silently slip into the jungle. Alone. He stared at the trees where he’d been a second before. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to say ‘fuck it all,’ and go after what he wanted. He stood slowly and made his way after him. He ducked into the trees and came up behind the other man. “What ya up to, Abdul?” Sayid turned and gave him and unreadable look. “It is none of your concern.” His eyes narrowed. “Why did you follow me?” Sawyer shrugged, looking away. “No reason, really,” he muttered. ‘Why the hell did I?’ he thought. ‘It ain’t gonna happen.’ “I sincerely doubt that,” Sayid replied, a shrewd glint in his eye. “What do you want?” ‘You,’ Sawyer thought, trying to hide the longing he felt. “Never mind,” he finally answered, turning his back to the other man. “Sawyer, wait,” the Iraqi said, taking a step towards him. “Something troubles you. What is it?” He looked over his shoulder, his eyes locking with Sayid’s. The genuine concern he saw there broke the crumbling walls he’d tried to build, locking away his emotions with forced control. He knew he could never walk away from this man. He slowly moved to face him, not breaking their eye contact. “Aww, fuck,” he muttered. He took a hesitant step forward, and then his body took over, making him rush and pull Sayid roughly into his arms. He lowered his head to taste the surprised man’s lips, just lightly brushing them with his own. Sighing, Sawyer released him and pushed him away. “That’s what I wanted,” he murmured, closing his eyes, not wanting to see Sayid’s reaction. A hand gripped his arm firmly. “Are you certain that is all you wanted?” Sayid’s voice breathed against his ear. He turned his head, eyes flicking open to gaze into the other man’s dark, lust-clouded ones. His lips parted to speak, and Sayid took advantage of it, taking his mouth ruthlessly, plundering it with his tongue. Sawyer’s hand rose to bury itself in the mass of dark curls while their tongues dueled in his mouth, wrestling for dominance. With his other hand on the small of Sayid’s back, he pulled him closer until every inch of their bodies touched. His flesh felt like it was burning. Sayid was right; he wanted, NEEDED more. Sayid moaned into his mouth and swiftly began to unbutton Sawyer’s shirt. He pushed the fabric back, letting it hang from his shoulders. His fingers feathered teasingly across his nipples. Sawyer growled, pulling away from the kiss to dig his teeth into the man’s neck, his tongue caressing the abused flesh afterwards. “I want you, Sayid. And I am going to have you.” “I think,” Sayid whispered, letting his hands slide down Sawyer’s chest, “that this is the first time I’ve ever heard you speak my name.” He lightly caressed the man’s stomach. Sawyer tensed. He wasn’t sure he was ready to admit to Sayid, or even himself, how he really felt about him. He quashed it all beneath his cocky attitude. “Well, there’s a first time for everythin’, ain’t there, Ali?” With a wry half-smile, Sayid let his arms encircle Sawyer’s waist. “I suppose there must be,” he murmured, splaying his strong fingers across the man’s ass. His eyebrow rose, and he slipped a hand into Sawyer’s back pocket. “And what did you plan to do with that?” Sawyer blinked. ‘Do with…’ The thought off as he remembered what he’d put in that pocket. The handcuffs. He flashed Sayid a smug grin. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sayid chuckled softly. “I will admit to being vaguely interested.” “If ya shut yourself up. I can show you.” He thrust his tongue into the man’s mouth, kissing him almost viciously. He brought their hips grinding together. His jeans were starting to feel unbearably tight. A leg hooked around one of his, bringing them into even closer contact. Sayid’s tongue pushed furiously against his own. Suddenly, the other man pulled back, a look of worried concentration on his face. “I hear screaming,” he said before tearing off through the trees. “God DAMMIT!” Sawyer snarled, pelting after him. He hurriedly buttoned his shirt as he caught up with Sayid, rounding the fuselage just a second behind him. His eyes widened as he saw the men on the shore. ‘What the hell…’ Then Sayid was tackling the Korean, a display that sent sparks to Sawyer’s already aching groin. He cursed silently, trying to shake it off as he pulled Michael out of the water. “The handcuffs! From the sky marshal!” He looked up, his mouth open in protest. “Now!” Sayid’s glare was adamant, and he handed them over without a word, rushing to help subdue Jin. ‘Ah, well, can’t do too much with only one set, anyway,’ the man thought in resignation. His eyes met Sayid’s, the other man giving him a slight smile. Sawyer gulped. Shit, a smile wasn’t supposed to affect him like that… He shook his head, trying to brush off the feelings he wouldn’t admit to
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