Four Lost Ficlets (Esau/Jacob, Richard various pairings)
Title: i’m always in this twilight
Pairing: Esau/Jacob
Rating: Hard R (sex)
Words: 329
Summary: “Hello,” Jacob says. His voice so light; there is innocence in him. Esau envies that, he knows now he was born corrupt.
There is a clearing in the jungle, lush and verdant. The beauty of it is such that it has made men weep. Esau sees nothing but grass and dirt. It might as well be bars, but still he makes his way there night after night to find his brother waiting, blond hair vivid beneath the light of the stars.
“Hello,” Jacob says. His voice so light; there is innocence in him. Esau envies that, he knows now he was born corrupt.
“Hello, brother,” Esau replies. He sinks to his knees in front of Jacob and they sit there face to face under the night sky, challenging each other to make the first move. An old game. Esau always thinks of the board with its smooth stones and tidy squares.
Jacob sits up slightly, hands groping in the darkness until they come to rest on either side of Esau’s face. Esau can feel him searching, fingers trailing the stubble at his jaw inquisitively.
“This is new,” Jacob says.
Esau knows if he touches Jacob’s cheeks they’ll still be baby soft. He’ll never understand how his brother stays so young while he feels so old.
He pushes Jacob back roughly, relishing the warm slide of lips against lips, tongues against tongues. This is why he comes.
They fumble to peel away their clothes until Esau is face down in the grass, Jacob behind him, arm wrapped around his chest as he presses inside.
After, they’ll go their separate ways. Jacob stands at the edge of the clearing, sheepish, cheeks rubbed red and raw from Esau’s stubble. No doubt there will be questions from Mother. Esau almost wishes he could be there to watch Jacob stutter out an explanation.
“I miss you,” Jacob says quietly.
He no longer says come with me. Esau is grateful for this.
“Go home,” Esau says. “She’ll be waiting.”
Jacob nods, disappears into the jungle.
Esau closes his eyes.
It’s not the scenery that makes him cry.
*
Title: infinite
Character: Richard
Rating: R (dark themes)
Words: 226
Summary: His life is an endless loop.
He dies. Once, twice, three times in a century. A fall down a hill, the dull crack of his skull against a rock, a gun shot, intentional; the last thing he sees is Widmore, his young face full of bravado and shame, always the contradiction. And finally, a baptism of sorts, Esau holding him down until his lungs fill with water. A small bit of mercy from a monster who understands.
Death proves fleeting. No more final than a sneeze or a deep dream. It comes and goes and if he tries to bring about his own end, it simply never comes. He is willing to go gently, but Jacob won’t allow it, he urges Richard onwards, marching to a distant drumming that will never waver, never slow, never stutter to a stop.
Forever sounded like a gift once, but he’s buried too many bodies in his long, winding lifetime to believe such a pretty lie anymore. Death is part of the natural order of things and he knows now what he was too foolish to know then---damnation is not only found in hell. He dreams of going back, of recanting, of asking for something else, of making a wiser choice and asking for nothing at all.
But he knows, what’s done is done.
He digs another grave.
Buries another body.
Prays even now for release.
*
Title: tell me what you want
Pairing: Miles/Richard
Rating: R (light d/s)
Words: 361
Summary: Richard has him pinned. Miles isn’t happy about it.
Their bed is too small.
This really should have occurred to Miles before now, but in his defense the size has always worked in his favor in the past. There’s nothing like being pressed flush up against another human being to get yourself in the mood. Not that Miles is ever not in the mood.
But now Richard has him pinned, his hands wrapped around Miles’s wrists, his knees straddling Miles’s hips and fuck he’s strong. This too isn’t necessarily a bad arrangement, but Richard won’t budge and Miles doesn’t have an inch of wriggle room. It’s like being stuck in a super hot, super frustrating state of limbo. To make matters worse, Richard won’t shut up.
“What do you want me to do, Miles? Do you want me to let you go?”
He’s not smiling. Not with his lips anyway. But he’s got this glint in his eye. Whenever he gets this look, Miles can understand why his island buddies thought Richard was evil.
Miles plants his feet against the railing at the end of the bed and pushes up with his hips as hard as he can.
Richard just laughs.
“No, mi amor. I want you to tell me what you want. Tell me to let you go.”
“Screw you,” Miles says through gritted teeth.
Richard leans down and Miles feels his grip slacken slightly. About damn time. He waits until Richard’s face is close enough to his that he can almost feel those ridiculous, gorgeous eyelashes brushing against his cheek before he makes his move.
“Was that a request?” Richard murmurs.
Miles wrenches his hand free and flips Richard in one smooth move. They tumble right over the edge of the bed to land in an ungraceful heap on the floor. Hard. Richard stares up at Miles with a mix of shock and admiration.
“You want me to tell you what I want? I want you to use that pretty little mouth of yours for good, not evil. Think you can do that?”
Richard wraps a hand around the back of Miles’s neck and drags him forward to meet his lips.
It’s enough to shut them both up.
*
Title: whatever lets you sleep at night
Pairing: Richard/Sawyer/Miles
Rating: R (sex)
Words: 186
Summary: Sometimes denial’s not so bad.
This ain’t happening again, boys, Sawyer mumbles, but it’s an empty threat. He’s made it before, he’ll make it again.
The taste of Richard is still on his lips and he’s in no hurry to push Miles’s hand away from his chest. He’s sandwiched between the two of them and the feeling ought to make him claustrophobic, but it doesn’t. It feels good. Damn good, in fact. But he knows he shouldn’t make it a habit, just like he knows he already has.
Richard shifts beside Sawyer, pushes a knee between his legs and lets his hand slide down the inside of Sawyer’s thigh until he draws a son of a bitch from Sawyer’s mouth.
“What were you saying about this being the last time, boss?” Miles whispers against Sawyer’s ear and Sawyer can hear the smirk even if he can’t see it. Richard ain’t exactly looking stoic himself. They’re a couple of smug bastards.
Miles runs his tongue along the inside of Sawyer’s ear and Sawyer shivers, turns to crush his mouth against Miles’s.
Let ‘em be smug, Sawyer thinks. Just don’t let them stop.
Pairing: Esau/Jacob
Rating: Hard R (sex)
Words: 329
Summary: “Hello,” Jacob says. His voice so light; there is innocence in him. Esau envies that, he knows now he was born corrupt.
There is a clearing in the jungle, lush and verdant. The beauty of it is such that it has made men weep. Esau sees nothing but grass and dirt. It might as well be bars, but still he makes his way there night after night to find his brother waiting, blond hair vivid beneath the light of the stars.
“Hello,” Jacob says. His voice so light; there is innocence in him. Esau envies that, he knows now he was born corrupt.
“Hello, brother,” Esau replies. He sinks to his knees in front of Jacob and they sit there face to face under the night sky, challenging each other to make the first move. An old game. Esau always thinks of the board with its smooth stones and tidy squares.
Jacob sits up slightly, hands groping in the darkness until they come to rest on either side of Esau’s face. Esau can feel him searching, fingers trailing the stubble at his jaw inquisitively.
“This is new,” Jacob says.
Esau knows if he touches Jacob’s cheeks they’ll still be baby soft. He’ll never understand how his brother stays so young while he feels so old.
He pushes Jacob back roughly, relishing the warm slide of lips against lips, tongues against tongues. This is why he comes.
They fumble to peel away their clothes until Esau is face down in the grass, Jacob behind him, arm wrapped around his chest as he presses inside.
After, they’ll go their separate ways. Jacob stands at the edge of the clearing, sheepish, cheeks rubbed red and raw from Esau’s stubble. No doubt there will be questions from Mother. Esau almost wishes he could be there to watch Jacob stutter out an explanation.
“I miss you,” Jacob says quietly.
He no longer says come with me. Esau is grateful for this.
“Go home,” Esau says. “She’ll be waiting.”
Jacob nods, disappears into the jungle.
Esau closes his eyes.
It’s not the scenery that makes him cry.
*
Title: infinite
Character: Richard
Rating: R (dark themes)
Words: 226
Summary: His life is an endless loop.
He dies. Once, twice, three times in a century. A fall down a hill, the dull crack of his skull against a rock, a gun shot, intentional; the last thing he sees is Widmore, his young face full of bravado and shame, always the contradiction. And finally, a baptism of sorts, Esau holding him down until his lungs fill with water. A small bit of mercy from a monster who understands.
Death proves fleeting. No more final than a sneeze or a deep dream. It comes and goes and if he tries to bring about his own end, it simply never comes. He is willing to go gently, but Jacob won’t allow it, he urges Richard onwards, marching to a distant drumming that will never waver, never slow, never stutter to a stop.
Forever sounded like a gift once, but he’s buried too many bodies in his long, winding lifetime to believe such a pretty lie anymore. Death is part of the natural order of things and he knows now what he was too foolish to know then---damnation is not only found in hell. He dreams of going back, of recanting, of asking for something else, of making a wiser choice and asking for nothing at all.
But he knows, what’s done is done.
He digs another grave.
Buries another body.
Prays even now for release.
*
Title: tell me what you want
Pairing: Miles/Richard
Rating: R (light d/s)
Words: 361
Summary: Richard has him pinned. Miles isn’t happy about it.
Their bed is too small.
This really should have occurred to Miles before now, but in his defense the size has always worked in his favor in the past. There’s nothing like being pressed flush up against another human being to get yourself in the mood. Not that Miles is ever not in the mood.
But now Richard has him pinned, his hands wrapped around Miles’s wrists, his knees straddling Miles’s hips and fuck he’s strong. This too isn’t necessarily a bad arrangement, but Richard won’t budge and Miles doesn’t have an inch of wriggle room. It’s like being stuck in a super hot, super frustrating state of limbo. To make matters worse, Richard won’t shut up.
“What do you want me to do, Miles? Do you want me to let you go?”
He’s not smiling. Not with his lips anyway. But he’s got this glint in his eye. Whenever he gets this look, Miles can understand why his island buddies thought Richard was evil.
Miles plants his feet against the railing at the end of the bed and pushes up with his hips as hard as he can.
Richard just laughs.
“No, mi amor. I want you to tell me what you want. Tell me to let you go.”
“Screw you,” Miles says through gritted teeth.
Richard leans down and Miles feels his grip slacken slightly. About damn time. He waits until Richard’s face is close enough to his that he can almost feel those ridiculous, gorgeous eyelashes brushing against his cheek before he makes his move.
“Was that a request?” Richard murmurs.
Miles wrenches his hand free and flips Richard in one smooth move. They tumble right over the edge of the bed to land in an ungraceful heap on the floor. Hard. Richard stares up at Miles with a mix of shock and admiration.
“You want me to tell you what I want? I want you to use that pretty little mouth of yours for good, not evil. Think you can do that?”
Richard wraps a hand around the back of Miles’s neck and drags him forward to meet his lips.
It’s enough to shut them both up.
*
Title: whatever lets you sleep at night
Pairing: Richard/Sawyer/Miles
Rating: R (sex)
Words: 186
Summary: Sometimes denial’s not so bad.
This ain’t happening again, boys, Sawyer mumbles, but it’s an empty threat. He’s made it before, he’ll make it again.
The taste of Richard is still on his lips and he’s in no hurry to push Miles’s hand away from his chest. He’s sandwiched between the two of them and the feeling ought to make him claustrophobic, but it doesn’t. It feels good. Damn good, in fact. But he knows he shouldn’t make it a habit, just like he knows he already has.
Richard shifts beside Sawyer, pushes a knee between his legs and lets his hand slide down the inside of Sawyer’s thigh until he draws a son of a bitch from Sawyer’s mouth.
“What were you saying about this being the last time, boss?” Miles whispers against Sawyer’s ear and Sawyer can hear the smirk even if he can’t see it. Richard ain’t exactly looking stoic himself. They’re a couple of smug bastards.
Miles runs his tongue along the inside of Sawyer’s ear and Sawyer shivers, turns to crush his mouth against Miles’s.
Let ‘em be smug, Sawyer thinks. Just don’t let them stop.