LOST Fic: Knowing
A quick fic I wrote because it'd been a while since I'd done any writing. And I felt some inspiration thanks to the lost_land comm's challenge for an not-canon ship..
Pairing is Samuel/Ben
PG-13
I know you, Samuel tells Ben every time. It’s their cue to begin the familiar play.
Ben will lift his chin defiantly and say the words they both know so well by now. You don’t know me at all.
Samuel smirks to himself, having expected that chin raise and having found that he likes it, that he watches for it. I know you better than anyone. I know you better than yourself.
Although Ben never ceases fighting Samuel on this, he never fights him on what happens next.
**
I know you, Ben. And Samuel will slide his arms around the other man and whisper the words into his ear. I know you.
Ben has never asked who he is and Samuel thinks that perhaps he already knows. Or maybe he doesn’t want to know who it is that purrs sordid things into his ear. Samuel just knows that Ben won’t stop him when he shoves him against the wall or when Samuel pins his wrists above his head.
Sometimes, Samuel likes to lean close and whisper a secret from Ben’s past into his ear. Samuel knows everything that Ben is and everything he came from and this knowledge is what makes him want to feel Ben squirm beneath him. Ben may snarl at the words Samuel sends curling into his brain, but Ben never pushes him away and never tells him to stop.
Lips pressed against Ben’s pulse, Samuel will think of all the ways they are the same: we are both lonely, we both want something we can never have, we are both killers. And Ben, as if reading the dark man’s mind, will murmur protestations between gasping breaths: you don’t know me, you can’t know how I feel or what I want.
It just makes Samuel grin and curl his fingers into Ben’s hips.
I know you. You’re mine.
**
Samuel knows Ben will kill Jacob. He’s known it for years and Ben has been part of his plan since he was a scared child.
But the idea of it thrills him now like never before. Perhaps it’s the irony of taking the form of a man whom Ben used to envy so terribly. Samuel knows all about Ben and he knows how Ben loathes following the man he spent so much time convincing he was lost.
It’s not until later, with Jacob’s body still smoldering in the fire, that Ben realizes just who he is. Samuel, still smelling of smoke and ash, presses Ben to a column.
I’ve always known you, Ben. Don’t you see? I know you better than you know yourself. Who else but me would have known you’d kill your beloved Jacob? You may not recognize me, but I know you still.
And Ben, with the realization sinking into him like the cold knife he had slipped into Jacob’s chest, knows that he is right.
Pairing is Samuel/Ben
PG-13
I know you, Samuel tells Ben every time. It’s their cue to begin the familiar play.
Ben will lift his chin defiantly and say the words they both know so well by now. You don’t know me at all.
Samuel smirks to himself, having expected that chin raise and having found that he likes it, that he watches for it. I know you better than anyone. I know you better than yourself.
Although Ben never ceases fighting Samuel on this, he never fights him on what happens next.
**
I know you, Ben. And Samuel will slide his arms around the other man and whisper the words into his ear. I know you.
Ben has never asked who he is and Samuel thinks that perhaps he already knows. Or maybe he doesn’t want to know who it is that purrs sordid things into his ear. Samuel just knows that Ben won’t stop him when he shoves him against the wall or when Samuel pins his wrists above his head.
Sometimes, Samuel likes to lean close and whisper a secret from Ben’s past into his ear. Samuel knows everything that Ben is and everything he came from and this knowledge is what makes him want to feel Ben squirm beneath him. Ben may snarl at the words Samuel sends curling into his brain, but Ben never pushes him away and never tells him to stop.
Lips pressed against Ben’s pulse, Samuel will think of all the ways they are the same: we are both lonely, we both want something we can never have, we are both killers. And Ben, as if reading the dark man’s mind, will murmur protestations between gasping breaths: you don’t know me, you can’t know how I feel or what I want.
It just makes Samuel grin and curl his fingers into Ben’s hips.
I know you. You’re mine.
**
Samuel knows Ben will kill Jacob. He’s known it for years and Ben has been part of his plan since he was a scared child.
But the idea of it thrills him now like never before. Perhaps it’s the irony of taking the form of a man whom Ben used to envy so terribly. Samuel knows all about Ben and he knows how Ben loathes following the man he spent so much time convincing he was lost.
It’s not until later, with Jacob’s body still smoldering in the fire, that Ben realizes just who he is. Samuel, still smelling of smoke and ash, presses Ben to a column.
I’ve always known you, Ben. Don’t you see? I know you better than you know yourself. Who else but me would have known you’d kill your beloved Jacob? You may not recognize me, but I know you still.
And Ben, with the realization sinking into him like the cold knife he had slipped into Jacob’s chest, knows that he is right.