madwomanwithabox

Title: Cure My Disease
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jack's out to get something back from Sawyer...and ends up with more than he bargained for.
Spoilers: Through HOMECOMING

A/N: This is officially my first LOST slash, so constructive criticism is appreciated...be honest, just don't be brutal. ;D

The world's biggest hugs, kisses, and cookies go to halfdutch, my Dark!Jack Jedi Master, ;p, and rogueapprentice, my LOST enabler and Beta Supreme for their help as I agonized/nitpicked over this fic. I heart you both vereh, vereh much. ;D

And an extra special thanks goes to you, the reader. Thanks for stopping by. ;)

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Four down, one to go.

Jack made his way back to the beach, trying not to listen to the sounds of the jungle around him…trying desperately to ignore the strange hum of energy that was still coursing through his blood.

He hadn’t lost control like that…Christ, in years. Not since med school…then and now, he could chalk it up to pressure, to the strain being laid upon his shoulders. Keeping up with classes or with the latest threat to his people, it was all just too much…

His people. He hated the fact they were his…because he couldn’t be the saint they needed him to be. He couldn’t keep them safe, because there were more dangerous things in the damn jungle than Ethan.

Today had been proof of that.

He nearly lost his footing as he collided with a tree…no, not a tree, but a pillar of hard, unyielding flesh, warm and solid before him…a pillar of flesh with a Southern drawl.

“Jesus Christ, Doc, you tryin’ t’ kill me?”

“Just the man I wanted to see.” Was his only reply. He wanted to get away from Sawyer, and fast. The man was everything he needed to avoid at the moment…predatory menace. Violence. Danger. Sensuality.
The air around him hummed with the same low current that was coursing through his body at that very moment. He shouldn’t be here…

…but he needed that gun.

“Hand it over, Sawyer.”

Sawyer just smirked, taking a step towards Jack. Only then did he realize that Sawyer’s hair was still damp, slicked back from his face, and his shirtless torso was still gleaming with moisture. Still wet from this afternoon? No…probably from a swim. Tense as he was with restless energy, he could almost smell the salt water and sand still clinging to his skin…

“What…the artillery? Don’t think I’m quite ready t’ part with it yet, Chief.” Came the low, husky reply as Sawyer stood toe to toe with him.

“I’m not screwing around.” Jack replied flatly, his tone a bit harsher than he would have liked. “Just give me the goddamn gun.”

“Cursin’ now, Doc? Not such a nice thing t’ do…and ain’t that what you are? A nice guy? Not from what I saw out there today…”

“Give. Me. The. Gun.” He bit off tersely, extending a hand out for the weapon.

“Know somethin’, Doc? I think you enjoyed yerself today.” Sawyer purred instead, moving to circle Jack like a panther circling its prey. He could almost feel the heat radiating off the smug Southern bastard’s body as he slunk around him. “Beatin’ on that animal…makin’ him bleed…you like the smell of blood and dirt, Chief? You like the feel of flesh on bone, the smack of fist t’ jaw? Ya like that little sting of pain that comes with hittin’ a man? Beatin’ him down?”

“Give me that fucking gun or else.” He hadn’t meant to threaten him…it just came out. The low current was growing, rising…surging up to meet the truth.

Because Sawyer was right…beating Ethan bloody had felt great.

Sawyer finally stood facing Jack once again, holding his eyes with a vicious gleam in those flawless blue depths. “What’re you willin’ t’ do t’ get it back?” he whispered, breath warm against Jack’s face, laced with the dark, smoky scent of nicotine.

“Whatever I have to.”

“Yeah? Enlighten me, O Wise One.”

Jack felt the current peak…could almost hear it crackle in his flesh, waiting for release. There were only two ways it could find an outlet…violence or sex. Back in med school, he’d done both…broke another guy’s wrist in a barfight, then frightened the girl he was dating half to death when he took her home with him later that night.

He’d already given in to the violence once…he wouldn’t do it again.

Before Sawyer could even shoot him a dirty look for invading his personal space as he moved forward, Jack was shoving him hard against a nearby tree trunk, moving in to pin him against the bark as he kissed him, hard and vicious. The flat, metallic tang of blood filled Jack’s mouth, and something in him wanted to howl in sheer delight. He didn’t know if it was his or Sawyer’s…but he found out as he forced his tongue into the other man’s mouth…no, it was Jack’s blood.

He was startled a moment later as Sawyer took control of the kiss, drawing Jack’s tongue further into his mouth as his own sought out the taste of blood mingling between them. Jack’s knees nearly gave way as Sawyer’s tongue traced the ridges on the roof of his mouth, then drew back to run over his teeth, back in to taste him again…to drink deep of the darkness Jack could feel spilling out of him.

There was no longer room for thought, or for reason…pinning Sawyer to the tree behind him, Jack
rolled his hips, grinding hard into Sawyer with a growl as the action sent white-hot sparks of pleasure shooting through him.

“JesusfuckinChrist…” Sawyer swore, the words rushing out in a ragged exhalation of air from his lungs that made Jack’s cock throb painfully, even as he thrust against Sawyer again.

“Jack.” He rasped, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Sawyer’s hair, growing even harder at the sound of his sharp, almost pained intake of breath as Jack pulled at the dirty blonde strands. “Say it,
goddamnit.”

“Jack…fuck, Jack, shut up and fuckin’ move…” he snarled in reply, reaching around to grab Jack’s ass and pull him hard against him. Jack shut his eyes, groaning as the delicious friction made brilliant
white stars explode behind his eyelids.

“Beg.” He was making the command before he even thought about it, blissfully freed by sheer animal
instinct. “Beg me first, you son of a bitch.”

“Fuck you, asshole.”

Jack ran one hand down Sawyer’s bare chest, flicking a thumb over his nipple as he leaned in and bit sharply at Sawyer’s neck in silent punishment. He wanted to watch Sawyer break before him…not break his spirit, but shatter at his feet. He wanted him to buck and writhe and plead for Jack’s hands and mouth and cock, wanted to hear him moan Jack’s name as he came.

Sawyer threw his head back against the tree, arching into Jack with a snarl. “You fuckin’ prick…”

Jack let his hand slide over Sawyer’s stomach as his mouth trailed a path of wet heat along his neck, biting sharply at his collarbone as he looked up at Sawyer and nearly coming right there at the sight. The sheen of moisture on his skin was growing warmer and heavier with perspiration, making his sun-bronzed skin gleam in what little light filtered through the jungle growth. With his head thrown back and mouth hanging pen, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, he was the absolute picture of sex personified.

“Beg.” He demanded again, letting his fingers slide over the fly of Sawyer’s jeans and down to squeeze him through the snug denim.

“*Jesus*…Jack…”

Jack couldn’t stop a low growl of his own at the sound of Sawyer’s voice. Without thinking, one hand drifted down to press the heel of his hand into his raging hard on. Christ Almighty, Sawyer hadn’t even touched him yet… “Beg me, Sawyer.”

“Jack…fuckin’ Christ, Jack, please…”

Thank God…his hand was unfastening Sawyer’s jeans before he even knew it, unzipping his fly to slide his hand inside.

Sawyer swore breathlessly again as Jack’s fingers wrapped around his cock, his hands reaching for Jack’s jeans to reciprocate.

Jack instantly wrapped his fingers around the base of Sawyer’s dick and squeezed. “No…not until I say.”

“Go t’ hell.” Sawyer snarled, leaning in to bite Jack’s neck sharply. “You’re fuckin’ the wrong guy, Doc…”

Jack reached up to tangle his fingers in Sawyer’s hair again, pulling sharply. “Jack…use my fucking name, goddamnit.”

“*Screw* you.” Was the low reply. Jack tried to catch his wrist, but Sawyer’s fingers were tracing the outline of his hard on through his jeans, making Jack’s brain all but shut down.

The second Sawyer’s fingers found his hard length, the last of his control fell away.

“You’re gonna…pay for that…oh fucking hell…” he gasped, groaning as Sawyer began to stroke him,
fingers gripping him tight as they slid along his shaft, thumb circling the head of his cock teasingly
with each stroke. Jack matched his pace, his own grip still tighter as he trailed his mouth over Sawyer’s
bare shoulders and neck, littering his skin with teeth marks, standing out in angry red welts against his
tanned skin.

What shocked the living shit out of Jack, however, was Sawyer’s refusal to give in…he gave as good as he got, devouring Jack in the same manner. As they came in unison, Jack bit Sawyer’s trapezius hard enough to draw blood as Sawyer gripped Jack’s bare shoulder so tightly Jack could feel the sting of his nails, and a trail of hot wetness rolling down his skin.

Jack slumped against Sawyer as the last spasms of his orgasm shuddered through his body. Lifting his head, he sought out Sawyer’s mouth, sharing his taste with him…the salty tang of his skin laced with the flat, metallic flavor of his own blood.

He finally drew back to examine the bite mark on Sawyer’s neck, which didn’t bleed much at all. Only his upper teeth had cut the skin, while his lower teeth left an angry red impression along with the
various others covering his skin. Jack knew, however, they would fade by morning, leaving Sawyer with a
couple of bruises at best. That one bitemark, however…

“Sadistic son of a bitch.” Sawyer swore, though there was no rancor in his husky, languid tone. “Enjoyin’ yerself?”

Jack met his gaze, then leaned in and very deliberately nipped at the curved set of cuts on Sawyer’s skin with a stab of possessive satisfaction. “Now that you mention it…”

Sawyer laughed, a husky sound filled with sex and honesty…and in that moment, Jack knew the man in front of him wouldn’t run. Jack couldn’t scare him off…because whatever was wrong with Jack, Sawyer could
still one-up him. He didn’t have to be careful, and he didn’t have to keep in control.

“Give me a few minutes…I’ll bring you something for this.” Jack informed him, reaching up to touch the bite.

Sawyer look vaguely surprised, but instead of protesting he shrugged, drawing back enough to tuck
himself back into his jeans, zipping his fly. “Whatever gets ya off, Doc.”

“I think we’ve established what gets me off already.” He replied, following suit before checking to make sure he looked presentable.

He laughed again, and Jack felt another surge of lust at the sound. “Good point, Doc.”

Jack just watched Sawyer as the other man finally turned and walked back into the jungle, his gaze
riveted to the lean curves of his ass as he disappeared into the brush. Jack knew, without a
doubt, that he wouldn’t sleep at night until he’d finished with the smug Southern prick…and that included fucking his tight ass until he was screaming Jack’s name.

He also realized about two minutes later, as he headed back to the caves, that Sawyer still had the goddamn gun.