Fanfic of Old... Not posted until now
Title: Relent
Author: The Sage of Spice
Permission to archive: Respect and Credit. Share and Enjoy!
Fandom: LOST
Genre: slash, AU
Pairing: Jack/Ethan
Rating: NC-17 (It’s porn! Yay!)
Word Count: 4,412 (It’s long-lasting porn! Woo!)
Summary: AU from after ‘Homecoming’. Jack struggles with his primal desires. Ethan has been lashed to a tree (instead of being shot) and won’t stop yelling for Jack. Jack has to silence him.
Warnings: Bondage, plenty of angst, some bleeding
Notes: Please ignore the possible illogicality of The Others not coming to Ethan’s aid when he’s yelling.
Acknowledgments: J.J. Abrams and Damon Lindelof are the master of this ‘verse; I’m just playing around in it.
All other thanks be to my friend
pints for much ‘ship support. ; )
…to try and capture Ethan. Jack, Kate, Sayid, Locke and Sawyer lie in wait until Ethan makes his move and then Jack POUNCES on Ethan, losing his gun in the tussle. They go back and forth in a vicious fight and Jack shows a side of himself we haven't yet seen. He beats Ethan into submission and the others arrive with their guns to ensure he doesn't get away. Now, it's time to get some answers, but Ethan is shot several times from off screen.
-www.lost-media.com
“Don’t you know the deviltry of lingering starvation, its exasperating torment,
its black thoughts, its somber and brooding ferocity?”
-Marlow
Heart of Darkness
Joseph Conrad
“…I know it’s me you fear.
If you want me hold me back.”
-The Remedy
Seether
The forest has been quiet for several densely tense moments. Jack’s muscles knot as he braces himself against the next inexorable onslaught of howls. All too soon, from deep within the supernatural labyrinth of the jungle, another furious bout of prolonged yells reverberates through the shivering trees. Ethan Rom is still unrelentingly shouting his name with an utterly unrestrained and frighteningly vehement lust. Each call slices deeply into Jack, stabbing rapaciously into his reflexively twitching cock. Jack’s stomach fidgets within him queasily while a now familiar flush seeps into his face.
Furtive glances had been shot at him ever since this had started. He had taken to tinkering pointlessly with his supplies in the shadiest nooks of the infirmary, futilely trying to distract himself from his disparate thoughts. He glimpses yet another small suspicious group whispering among themselves near the waterfall. Their preoccupation, worry and confusion acutely increase all of his. Regardless of whether they’re sympathetic or critical, the pressure of their fanatical attention squashes him flat against the dark stone beside him. The chill of it lashes a shiver down his spine as the fading echoes of his name in the air settles. The thickly descending silence compresses him further. He slowly slides down to sit, welcoming the respite cautiously, knowing that the throaty resonant yells will undoubtedly torment him again soon.
He kneads the back of his heated neck soothingly against the cool stone behind him, staring deliberately into the opposite wall of the alcove. Murky thoughts swill around his mind, leaking in from its dark bounded depth. He stubbornly resists slipping into the muggy seduction that persistently throbs low in his mind. Guardedly, he keeps his hands motionless over his lap. He knows very well what these thoughts are but refuses to accept why they exist. He can’t want to feel so dominant. But the thrill of grappling with such a severely powerful force has been permanently injected into his bloodstream, freezing and dreadful. It’s swift. He can’t even feel his bruises from the last fight anymore, only the enduringly hard need and the raw energy that is burning for release in the quivering fibers of his muscles. He loathes the satisfaction that filled him with every solid whack to either vigorous body during that fight. Somehow he knows that they had been fighting for the same reason; to keep fighting. As soon as one of them stopped, he would have ended the fight and the disturbingly arousing contact that they both still crave.
“Jack,” Kate says, trying to gently find his attention, but his entire body jerks violently at the sound of her voice, no, the sound of his name. He looks toward her, his eyes pale with barely restrained terror. She treads softly toward him. He wills himself to relax as best he can with his heart still fretfully beating its way up his contracted throat. “Don’t say that,” he chokes uneasily.
Sitting beside him with a frown, Kate asks bluntly, “Say what, your name?”
Ethan abruptly strikes up another jarring round of his calls for Jack. Frightfully resolute hunger bursts from every syllable he howls. Jack vividly recalls how Ethan’s jaw had slid so forcefully within his shuddering muddy grip. He had had to strain until his arms became numb to keep Ethan’s mouth away from him. There had been no mistaking the forbiddingly intense craving in those roaring eyes. The same fearsome passion is still blasting profusely from him now. Jack tightly hugs his knees against his chest to hide from Kate the undesirably potent effect that Ethan’s calls have on him.
“Well,” Kate continues disarmingly, “I’m not about to start calling you Mr. Shepherd.” Jack allows a small, timid grin to peak through his trembling face, but it’s banished the instant he spots Hurley carefully sidling up to them. It seems as though he had been waiting to see if Jack was even approachable before coming near him himself.
“Hey, dude…um…” he begins, struggling to keep his voice loud enough, “P-people are worried about… you know… the- noise, and- but I don’t know what-… uh, I mean…” He shifts his considerable weight back and forth awkwardly. “Are ya’ gonna’… do something? About that? Like… make it stop?”
Cold liquid fear trickles through Jack’s feverish body. He knows that he can’t avoid dealing with this forever but he had been hoping desperately that somehow Ethan would stop on his own. For the next few minutes however, the air remains replete with persuasive evidence to the contrary.
Without a word, Jack crawls back up along the wall until he’s standing and immediately sets out for the beach, leaving Hurley murmuring an unsure ‘thanks’.
Kate follows closely behind Jack, who strides perfunctorily down the worn path as an uneasy silence envelops them once more. A murky shadow creeps over the island as broad tumbling clouds swell to lurk darkly above them.
“Jack,” Sayid sputters when he sees him approaching, and within moments he has run over to him and Kate. “Jack, we-” he begins anxiously before Jack interrupts him. “You can hear him on the beach too?” he demands to know. “Yes,” Sayid answers more quietly. “We need to gag him,” Jack insists bluntly.
“I thought that the point of keeping him alive was so that he could talk,” Sayid muses shrewdly. Jack checks the verity in Sayid’s gaze, and then looks around uselessly for some sort of relief, inhaling once through his mouth. “Jack,” Sayid reclaims his gaze before squinting and asking slowly, enunciating distinctly, “Do you know why he is doing this?” Jack shakes his head, his eyes quivering with unease. He knew very well why. The inflamed ache was so intense at times that it was an unrelenting struggle not to do the same thing himself.
“I know why,” Sawyer interjects roughly, loping over into the group, “Hell, we can all tell why just by hearing the way that sick bastard’s been yellin’ out his name.”
The three stare at Sawyer grimly but he goes on undeterred, “’S just that no one’s got balls enough to say it.” Sawyer locks his devious gaze onto Jack before finishing in an infuriating whisper, “That damned beast sure has one hell of a flamin’ torch for you boy!” He cackles at the stripped upset that wells up behind Jack’s eyes as he wincingly shoves Sawyer away. “Sawyer,” Kate warns testily. “Oh, shut it, Freckles” he drawls, “You hear ‘im as well as I do.” Returning his attention to Jack, he growls treacherously, “You’re gonna’ have to be the one who gets ‘im to stop, you know.”
Kate and Sayid remain despairingly silent, watching Jack warily. With everything within him completely congealed, Jack chokes out, “Yeah. I know.”
Sawyer’s frown thickens and he leaves the group deliberately, twisting his neck around to keep his knowing, contending eyes on Jack’s, daring him to explain. Jack stoically stares him down, and then sighs when Sawyer finally turns his face away.
“You don’t have to be alone… Jack, when you-” Kate tries to console him, but Ethan’s compelling cry has started up again and Jack cuts her off, his voice sharp and dry, “Yes I do.” He looks into her eyes and says in deathly earnest, “Don’t follow me.” He flicks his gaze over to Sayid, “Don’t come either. Or anyone. I’m doing this myself. Alone. You understand?” He waits to see their grudging nods of acceptance, detecting the wince in Kate’s as she agrees, before striding off towards the jungle. The bitter guilt from Kate’s reaction to his decision fades startlingly fast. His skin is bristling from the tension humming in him while those guttural yells persist, passionately tumbling out of the darkness.
The leaden storm clouds abruptly begin to pummel his shuddering body with their brutally chilling downpour. Jack fixes his eyes to the ground, focusing on the melting earth squelching underneath his feet while he blindly trudges onward. He walks swiftly, eager to appease himself and Ethan after both having to suffer so long alone.
Ethan’s shouts become thunderous as he gets closer. Their base notes thrum in Jack’s heart which shudders between the intrusive vibrations. The deluge continues to plummet down into Jack, smacking him cruelly while he quickly approaches the place where Ethan had been lashed firmly to a thick tree. They had bound both his wrists and ankles around the tree behind him, forcing him to be splayed around its trunk, up on his knees.
Jack doesn’t look up from the mucky ground until he can hear the desperate creaking of tense ropes nearby. “One,” Jack breathes in quietly. “Two.” The fear floods into him, spiking out and jolting through his strained veins. “Three.” It slices deeper, stunning every shaking muscle. “Four.” His mind remains resolutely blank as he’s fully frozen. “Five.” The fear melts out of him completely, just as it always does. Slowly lifting his head up, he sees Ethan there, straining indomitably against his bonds, his bulky muscles shifting around robustly within his taunt slick skin.
Jack is instantly filled with the whole of that disturbingly depraved, corpulent thing that shoves his heart up into his throat and kicks his stomach hurtling down to oblivion. Every bit of him is piqued stiffly and tremulous as he stares at Ethan who is panting from overexertion, each of his enormous and intense breaths crashing out of his gaping mouth.
He holds Jack paralyzed in the grip of his unfathomably deep dark and avaricious stare, just aching to swallow him whole.
“Jack…” he moans, long and low.
Jack’s innards writhe, as if being wrung physically by the sound.
Ethan utters his name again and again, slithering wantonly against the tree. With a ragged groan of intense effort he painfully spreads his thighs open even wider. Clearly visible through his drenched pants is his severely aching erection. Again, he moans throatily, with gluttonous craving in his voice, “Jack…”
Somehow these thicker, quieter calls are much worse than the riotous yells. They seep in, sinking down slowly into Jack’s core. They fill him unrelentingly, bit by bit. Now he has no respite; no time to recover. Scathing desire seethes within him as he feels his cock swiftly harden fully in direct response to Ethan. His stifled heart beats anxiously against its shuddering boundaries, but even those deafening thumps cannot drown out Ethan’s lascivious calls. Something thick and sticky clogs up his mind until his thoughts slow to nothing but a steady pulse. A minute frigid prick of earnest fear jabs him out of his rapt paralysis.
“Stop it!” Jack suddenly screams at him through the crashing rain.
Groaning mightily, Ethan lunges even farther forward. “Make me!” he barks back furiously, before whimpering wrathfully through his clenched teeth, an instinctive anguish mercilessly shredding him apart.
Jack’s voice slips around incoherently from distress and his legs nearly crumple underneath him when his strongly pulsing need beats him breathless. Ethan heaves his hips forward, gasping hollowly. Exceptionally tangible memories deluge Jack’s mind and he vividly recalls the intensely gratifying feeling of having Ethan’s muscular torso thrashing powerfully within his clenched legs. The thought of having that body, so substantial, so firm and so frighteningly strong, writhing underneath him still instills an irrational thrill in him. Now, seeing Ethan there, struggling so ardently, mad with lust and begging desperately for release makes Jack’s blood rush torridly through him. His boiling vessels are slick with his fear of the terrifying keenness that he feels still heating up his own muscles.
“Jack!” Ethan roars tersely, smacking a subversive decision into that darkest, most repressed part of Jack’s mind. Jack dashes over and grabs Ethan’s livid face, shoving it roughly to the side as he falls to his knees between Ethan’s splayed thighs, thumping into him forcefully. He continues to grip Ethan’s head so tightly that his muscles shake while he presses harder into him. He feels Ethan’s strong chest heaving against his stomach and it feels much too good to have all of that keen hardness pressing into him.
A thrilled cry forces itself out of Jack when the realization of what he’s doing catches up with him. Ethan growls huskily through Jack’s fingers and his firm abdomen ripples fervently against Jack’s. Both bodies pulse boldly at the contact. Jack shamelessly rubs himself against that exceptionally muscular body, a high breathy moan leaking out of him. Ethan snarls deeply, sending fierce tremors through Jack, while he avidly struggles for more friction, thrusting recklessly against Jack’s thighs. The futility of their situation prods Jack hard and he soon rams his right hand down between their slick torsos. The impulsive movement smacks a grateful groan out of Ethan. His avaricious eyes gnaw at Jack even as he now eases his struggle against his grip on his face. Jack stoutly avoids looking directly into that gaze, fearing that it will reveal the same uncontrollable irrational desire that he has deliberately suppressed within him all his life.
Deftly, Jack’s skilled hand opens his own jeans and he futilely attempts to shove the sopping fabric down his legs. With a terse moan, Jack completely releases his hold on Ethan’s fervent face and quickly digs his shoulder up into his thick rumbling throat to keep him constrained. Now with both hands free he drags his coarse pants and soggy underwear down until they bunch at his knees. A bold resistance challenges Jack’s authority again when Ethan fights anew to see him exposed. Sighing secretly, Jack rips open Ethan’s shirt, grips his hips tightly and glides himself up and down Ethan’s hungrily surging torso. Slick waves of elation dash fully through Jack and, now filled with the elating sensation, he readily brings his fingers down to the edge of Ethan’s stretched pants.
The sudden and strong acceleration of Ethan’s thumping expectant heartbeat snaps Jack’s nerves. He freezes, clenching his jaw. Ethan’s next inhalation is shaky and he undulates against Jack pleadingly. The fluid, hot, pressing stroke slips more smooth delight through Jack, easing his task of releasing Ethan. As soon as he unfastens Ethan’s pants, the shock of pure scorching flesh pulsing forcefully into his palm plunges a sharp gasp down his lungs. Ethan inhales slowly as he insistently presses himself up into Jack’s shivering hands. Rain pools within Jack’s stunned mouth and he spits it out weakly over his right shoulder, confidence and breath trickling off of him as swiftly as the rain.
A terrible shiver abruptly throttles him. He compulsively fuses Ethan’s searing body even closer to his own. Ethan’s bestial groans rumble against Jack while he violently squeezes himself up through Jack’s tense fists. The ardent force is like a rough shove. Jack quickly pushes Ethan’s cock in through his thighs and rushes his hands back up to hold Ethan’s head back. Ethan’s instantly vigorous thrusts sway Jack so that he has to press even closer into his pumping body to keep his balance. Ethan slowly lets his head fall back, limp within Jack’s strict hold. His torrid breaths tear past Jack’s face as he continues to pump urgently through Jack’s flexed legs. Minute whimpers trail each of Ethan’s strident moans. Rain splatters fitfully off of his swollen skin. Jack watches, enthralled, as his eyes gradually cloud, his pupils engorge and diverge and then as his lids roll closed as gratification slowly fills him up.
Jack now finds a strange comfort in this heavy silence, and, with Ethan’s strong satiating body smacking powerfully through him, he too slips into the rhythmic force pulsing between them, sinking his hips gratifyingly deeply into Ethan’s pounding torso. He listens intently to Ethan’s intensifying groans, anticipating his climax and feeling himself swell further in response. With one final vehement thrash, Ethan comes arrestingly hard. He groans interminably while he pumps slower to stillness. After a brief silence he gasps tightly and Jack leans back so that he can pull in deeper breaths, but he keeps his hands loosely around his neck.
Ethan’s head rolls back against the rough tree, defining the contours of his broad pulsating throat. Jack watches him pant, his tongue sliding easily over his lower teeth. The motion seems to be beckoning Jack. His eyes fog as he stares at Ethan recovering, gulping in air gluttonously. He submerges even deeper into the deviant urge that has flooded him. Ethan tilts his head up slightly, still in the confinement of Jack’s clutch around his neck. Through his half-lidded eyes he slips his intense, muggy gaze into Jack’s. Fully aware of Jack’s instinctive yearning, he provocatively licks his lower lip with an excruciating slowness and then closes his mouth and swallows, his throat working tangibly under Jack’s grip. Jack feels exactly how slow and tight Ethan’s hold over him would be. A subversive moan mounts within Jack while he feels this urge become inexorable, and dreading the certainty that he will soon be overcome by that dark depraved desire lurking within him. It now completely saturates him upon the sight of Ethan’s terrifying appetite for him. The pressure in Jack’s cock, still pulsing insistently against Ethan’s surging stomach, instantly becomes intolerably excruciating and he clenches his teeth to suppress his distressed moan.
Ethan suddenly lunges forward, teeth flashing, in a heart-stopping attempt to get a taste of Jack’s flush skin. Jack yelps reflexively and shoves him back against the tree. The crack of his head whacking into the trunk echoes sharply through the lashing rain. Jack clutches him at arms length and rides his insolently thrashing body. He eventually relaxes again after failing to break Jack’s defensive hold on him. He growls evenly, staring shrewdly at Jack. Jack idly kneads Ethan’s neck while their breathing slows, eliciting a coarse lingering groan from him, which shakes Jack’s palm with the low vibration. His ravenous eyes continue to gnaw at Jack insistently. Jack’s clear gaze pines back at him.
“Why do you do this to me?” Jack asks quietly.
“You need me,” Ethan says intently, “Let me have you.”
Jack moans low, looking away. Heat simmers anxiously through him.
“Jack…”
Jack inhales deeply and shudders when that suppressed subconscious power surges through him again, abruptly heaving him up to his feet. He shoves his hands into Ethan’s mouth, jamming his thumbs over his teeth. A heated exultant snarl lashes out through Jack’s hands and spreads humidly over his exceedingly sensitive cock. In a determined rush of impatience, Ethan forces his head closer, his tongue sliding forcefully over Jack’s thumb to find him. He licks the tip of Jack’s cock with disturbing tenderness, the taste wrenching the most covetous groan from him. He then promptly sucks Jack into his mouth and directly down his throat, swallowing him inch by agonizing inch, while Jack’s choppy moans skip out of him unreservedly. The world contracts around him until he’s blind and deaf to everything except the smack of the rain and of Ethan fully swallowing him. He consumes him so avidly and effortlessly that Jack nearly passes out from the sensation of being so absolutely devoured.
Ethan’s hot breath chugs over him and he groans tersely once he has all of Jack inside him. Jack shakes uncontrollably, rapidly blinking rain out of his eyes and bracing his faint head against the tree, while the unspeakably gratifying sensation engulfs him so utterly that it nauseates him. It’s the greatest, most terrifying passion he has ever felt and is far too potent for him to tolerate for long. His breathing becomes sporadic. He struggles against loosing his senses, but a droning light starts to steadily edge in on him.
He moans with deep lamentation as he tries to pull himself out, violent regret burning through his veins. Ethan abruptly bites down, growling, with a shocking defiance.
Jack reflexively tenses his arms. Ethan’s teeth cut hard into Jack’s resistant thumbs until blood leaks thickly out of them. Jack yanks his hands away, crying out in pain. Ethan moans smugly and swallows hard, dragging Jack back down into him fully. A thick stream of hot saliva drips down Jack’s thigh. His hips shake from the effort of remaining still. Whimpering, he clasps the tree helplessly, caustic shame still searing him from within.
However, it becomes diluted the moment Ethan begins to swallow around him insatiably. The overwrought strokes of pressure flow throughout Jack’s entire length and he crumples forward against the tree, hugging it consolingly, allowing the feeling to dominate him. The sluggish pace of Ethan’s overbearing influence squeezes every last bit of rationality out of Jack until he’s mindlessly echoing Ethan’s constant moans of complacency. Their keening, bestial grunts intermingle within the enclosure of the cleansing deluge that sluices densely over them deep within the furtive jungle.
Heavy completion settles low in Jack’s stomach and without a thought he brings one hand down to grip Ethan’s hunched shoulder imploringly. Ethan groans strangely, and then rakes his teeth threateningly around the base of Jack’s cock, tugging a severe orgasmic thrust out of Jack, who yells deafeningly as he comes. His cum spills out, gushes down Ethan’s chin and then splatters down onto his tensed stomach. Still trapped in an intense daze, Jack shoves the tree away from him, backing away recklessly. Ethan lets Jack slide out of him now, thirstily sucking off all of the cum stuck around his cock as he does.
Jack staggers backwards before scrunching down to his knees and falling forward onto his forearms, rocking himself encouragingly while his senses slowly return to him from the cold ringing whiteness all around him. Through the pattering rain he comes to hear Ethan’s ragged breath and he automatically looks up at him. He’s frustrated with being unable to reach the spots of cum left splayed across his abdomen and is now gazing at Jack expectantly. Jack whines miserably when he feels the urge to appease Ethan still pumping through him as imperatively as ever.
He carefully drags his sodden pants and underwear back up around his waist, carefully holding his numbed cock close to him as he lugs his clothes back on. Ethan begins to murmur eerily while waiting for him. Jack finishes and then crawls over to him, pausing just out of reach to reconsider him. Ethan stops mumbling vaguely when Jack meets his eyes. The nearly imperceptible smile on Ethan’s face is unnerving and Jack feels somehow tricked, but there’s no way he can be in a lie. Not with this desire in him so real.
Jack rises to his knees, continuing to regard him steadily. He studiously slides his hands firmly over Ethan’s bulking chest to pull back his shirt. It doesn’t belong on him. It never did. Ethan’s deep eloquent hum spreads tremors through Jack’s proficient hands and Jack feels the generous appreciation in the sound. He glides his fingers down the sides of Ethan’s solid torso with palpable admiration. Then he brings them in to wipe up some of his own warm cum from Ethan’s skin. He hears the quiet smack of Ethan parting his lips to bring in Jack’s fingers. Once Jack slides them in, he warningly rests his teeth upon them to keep him inside. Jack feels his scorching tongue rub around him hard and then he lets Jack pull his fingers out before he swallows. Jack moves to collect some more with his hand but Ethan urges complacently, “You lick it.”
Jack looks hesitantly into Ethan’s eyes, which slide his firm insistence into Jack who then bends down to lap up the rest while Ethan throbs slowly against his quavering tongue. Jack softly licks his lips when returning to Ethan’s eyelevel. After making Ethan wait a moment, he leans in close enough for Ethan to lunge forward and greedily clamp his mouth over his. He shoves his tongue through Jack’s lips, slurping in the savory taste of his thick release. The flurry of Jack’s disparate heartbeat claps a series of severe shudders through him. Ethan gradually draws him closer and closer until Jack finds himself lying fully upon him again. Jack sighs hopelessly, the pale whine expressing his absolute surrender to his deplorable craving. He starts suckling thickly on Ethan’s tongue while Ethan continues to suck gratuitously within his mouth.
The rain falls softer, pattering over them. Jack eventually lugs himself away from the sedulous kiss, thick saliva visibly breaking between them. Ethan continues to lick every bit of Jack’s face until Jack slumps down, twisting over onto his back with his head on Ethan’s left thigh and his forehead pressing into his hip. His eyes slide shut and he contemplatively licks his lips several times before reopening them and looking up at Ethan. Ethan stares down at him, brooding.
Abruptly, absurd questions lodge themselves in Jack’s mind. He knows that he’s supposed to make Ethan answer them, but the formerly imperative issues are suddenly exceedingly ridiculous to him. He already knows all of the answers himself.
“Please let me go back…” Ethan murmurs. An unexpected sorrow wells up in Jack as he stares up into Ethan’s heatedly bleak gaze. He protests, with a hint of astonishment in his voice, “I can’t. I don’t want to…” He tips toward him, curling in closer and readily inhaling his musky scent. The turbid swell of sated contentment makes to smoothly engulf him, but Ethan cuffs him sadistically with a sharp snap of his leg. Jack instantly cringes with an irritated groan. “They’ll kill me if you don’t, Jack.” Ethan discharges ruefully. Jack chokes back even more vulgar remorse, grinding his teeth fretfully before replying tensely, “I won’t let them.” His voice is stifled. “Especially-” he shudders hard and grits his teeth. Ethan drifts his eyes along Jack hopelessly. Jack’s brow furrows with a troubled perplexity. “…Jack…” Ethan implores quietly. Jack shakes his head subtly and insists firmly, “No. I won’t. They can’t do that.” Miserable rage distorts Ethan’s quaking face as he stares piercingly into Jack’s eyes. “Just let me go. You’ll see me again…” Ethan tries again gently. Jack grunts indecisively, hugging Ethan’s waist hard.
Ethan shakes, hissing, his skin burning into Jack’s. Hard defiance presses stiflingly between them. “Let me go, Jack,” Ethan growls firmly. “No,” Jack chokes just as stubbornly, his vision blurring, but even as he says it, he knows that he can’t hold onto him forever.
Author: The Sage of Spice
Permission to archive: Respect and Credit. Share and Enjoy!
Fandom: LOST
Genre: slash, AU
Pairing: Jack/Ethan
Rating: NC-17 (It’s porn! Yay!)
Word Count: 4,412 (It’s long-lasting porn! Woo!)
Summary: AU from after ‘Homecoming’. Jack struggles with his primal desires. Ethan has been lashed to a tree (instead of being shot) and won’t stop yelling for Jack. Jack has to silence him.
Warnings: Bondage, plenty of angst, some bleeding
Notes: Please ignore the possible illogicality of The Others not coming to Ethan’s aid when he’s yelling.
Acknowledgments: J.J. Abrams and Damon Lindelof are the master of this ‘verse; I’m just playing around in it.
All other thanks be to my friend
pints for much ‘ship support. ; )
…to try and capture Ethan. Jack, Kate, Sayid, Locke and Sawyer lie in wait until Ethan makes his move and then Jack POUNCES on Ethan, losing his gun in the tussle. They go back and forth in a vicious fight and Jack shows a side of himself we haven't yet seen. He beats Ethan into submission and the others arrive with their guns to ensure he doesn't get away. Now, it's time to get some answers, but Ethan is shot several times from off screen.
-www.lost-media.com
“Don’t you know the deviltry of lingering starvation, its exasperating torment,
its black thoughts, its somber and brooding ferocity?”
-Marlow
Heart of Darkness
Joseph Conrad
“…I know it’s me you fear.
If you want me hold me back.”
-The Remedy
Seether
The forest has been quiet for several densely tense moments. Jack’s muscles knot as he braces himself against the next inexorable onslaught of howls. All too soon, from deep within the supernatural labyrinth of the jungle, another furious bout of prolonged yells reverberates through the shivering trees. Ethan Rom is still unrelentingly shouting his name with an utterly unrestrained and frighteningly vehement lust. Each call slices deeply into Jack, stabbing rapaciously into his reflexively twitching cock. Jack’s stomach fidgets within him queasily while a now familiar flush seeps into his face.
Furtive glances had been shot at him ever since this had started. He had taken to tinkering pointlessly with his supplies in the shadiest nooks of the infirmary, futilely trying to distract himself from his disparate thoughts. He glimpses yet another small suspicious group whispering among themselves near the waterfall. Their preoccupation, worry and confusion acutely increase all of his. Regardless of whether they’re sympathetic or critical, the pressure of their fanatical attention squashes him flat against the dark stone beside him. The chill of it lashes a shiver down his spine as the fading echoes of his name in the air settles. The thickly descending silence compresses him further. He slowly slides down to sit, welcoming the respite cautiously, knowing that the throaty resonant yells will undoubtedly torment him again soon.
He kneads the back of his heated neck soothingly against the cool stone behind him, staring deliberately into the opposite wall of the alcove. Murky thoughts swill around his mind, leaking in from its dark bounded depth. He stubbornly resists slipping into the muggy seduction that persistently throbs low in his mind. Guardedly, he keeps his hands motionless over his lap. He knows very well what these thoughts are but refuses to accept why they exist. He can’t want to feel so dominant. But the thrill of grappling with such a severely powerful force has been permanently injected into his bloodstream, freezing and dreadful. It’s swift. He can’t even feel his bruises from the last fight anymore, only the enduringly hard need and the raw energy that is burning for release in the quivering fibers of his muscles. He loathes the satisfaction that filled him with every solid whack to either vigorous body during that fight. Somehow he knows that they had been fighting for the same reason; to keep fighting. As soon as one of them stopped, he would have ended the fight and the disturbingly arousing contact that they both still crave.
“Jack,” Kate says, trying to gently find his attention, but his entire body jerks violently at the sound of her voice, no, the sound of his name. He looks toward her, his eyes pale with barely restrained terror. She treads softly toward him. He wills himself to relax as best he can with his heart still fretfully beating its way up his contracted throat. “Don’t say that,” he chokes uneasily.
Sitting beside him with a frown, Kate asks bluntly, “Say what, your name?”
Ethan abruptly strikes up another jarring round of his calls for Jack. Frightfully resolute hunger bursts from every syllable he howls. Jack vividly recalls how Ethan’s jaw had slid so forcefully within his shuddering muddy grip. He had had to strain until his arms became numb to keep Ethan’s mouth away from him. There had been no mistaking the forbiddingly intense craving in those roaring eyes. The same fearsome passion is still blasting profusely from him now. Jack tightly hugs his knees against his chest to hide from Kate the undesirably potent effect that Ethan’s calls have on him.
“Well,” Kate continues disarmingly, “I’m not about to start calling you Mr. Shepherd.” Jack allows a small, timid grin to peak through his trembling face, but it’s banished the instant he spots Hurley carefully sidling up to them. It seems as though he had been waiting to see if Jack was even approachable before coming near him himself.
“Hey, dude…um…” he begins, struggling to keep his voice loud enough, “P-people are worried about… you know… the- noise, and- but I don’t know what-… uh, I mean…” He shifts his considerable weight back and forth awkwardly. “Are ya’ gonna’… do something? About that? Like… make it stop?”
Cold liquid fear trickles through Jack’s feverish body. He knows that he can’t avoid dealing with this forever but he had been hoping desperately that somehow Ethan would stop on his own. For the next few minutes however, the air remains replete with persuasive evidence to the contrary.
Without a word, Jack crawls back up along the wall until he’s standing and immediately sets out for the beach, leaving Hurley murmuring an unsure ‘thanks’.
Kate follows closely behind Jack, who strides perfunctorily down the worn path as an uneasy silence envelops them once more. A murky shadow creeps over the island as broad tumbling clouds swell to lurk darkly above them.
“Jack,” Sayid sputters when he sees him approaching, and within moments he has run over to him and Kate. “Jack, we-” he begins anxiously before Jack interrupts him. “You can hear him on the beach too?” he demands to know. “Yes,” Sayid answers more quietly. “We need to gag him,” Jack insists bluntly.
“I thought that the point of keeping him alive was so that he could talk,” Sayid muses shrewdly. Jack checks the verity in Sayid’s gaze, and then looks around uselessly for some sort of relief, inhaling once through his mouth. “Jack,” Sayid reclaims his gaze before squinting and asking slowly, enunciating distinctly, “Do you know why he is doing this?” Jack shakes his head, his eyes quivering with unease. He knew very well why. The inflamed ache was so intense at times that it was an unrelenting struggle not to do the same thing himself.
“I know why,” Sawyer interjects roughly, loping over into the group, “Hell, we can all tell why just by hearing the way that sick bastard’s been yellin’ out his name.”
The three stare at Sawyer grimly but he goes on undeterred, “’S just that no one’s got balls enough to say it.” Sawyer locks his devious gaze onto Jack before finishing in an infuriating whisper, “That damned beast sure has one hell of a flamin’ torch for you boy!” He cackles at the stripped upset that wells up behind Jack’s eyes as he wincingly shoves Sawyer away. “Sawyer,” Kate warns testily. “Oh, shut it, Freckles” he drawls, “You hear ‘im as well as I do.” Returning his attention to Jack, he growls treacherously, “You’re gonna’ have to be the one who gets ‘im to stop, you know.”
Kate and Sayid remain despairingly silent, watching Jack warily. With everything within him completely congealed, Jack chokes out, “Yeah. I know.”
Sawyer’s frown thickens and he leaves the group deliberately, twisting his neck around to keep his knowing, contending eyes on Jack’s, daring him to explain. Jack stoically stares him down, and then sighs when Sawyer finally turns his face away.
“You don’t have to be alone… Jack, when you-” Kate tries to console him, but Ethan’s compelling cry has started up again and Jack cuts her off, his voice sharp and dry, “Yes I do.” He looks into her eyes and says in deathly earnest, “Don’t follow me.” He flicks his gaze over to Sayid, “Don’t come either. Or anyone. I’m doing this myself. Alone. You understand?” He waits to see their grudging nods of acceptance, detecting the wince in Kate’s as she agrees, before striding off towards the jungle. The bitter guilt from Kate’s reaction to his decision fades startlingly fast. His skin is bristling from the tension humming in him while those guttural yells persist, passionately tumbling out of the darkness.
The leaden storm clouds abruptly begin to pummel his shuddering body with their brutally chilling downpour. Jack fixes his eyes to the ground, focusing on the melting earth squelching underneath his feet while he blindly trudges onward. He walks swiftly, eager to appease himself and Ethan after both having to suffer so long alone.
Ethan’s shouts become thunderous as he gets closer. Their base notes thrum in Jack’s heart which shudders between the intrusive vibrations. The deluge continues to plummet down into Jack, smacking him cruelly while he quickly approaches the place where Ethan had been lashed firmly to a thick tree. They had bound both his wrists and ankles around the tree behind him, forcing him to be splayed around its trunk, up on his knees.
Jack doesn’t look up from the mucky ground until he can hear the desperate creaking of tense ropes nearby. “One,” Jack breathes in quietly. “Two.” The fear floods into him, spiking out and jolting through his strained veins. “Three.” It slices deeper, stunning every shaking muscle. “Four.” His mind remains resolutely blank as he’s fully frozen. “Five.” The fear melts out of him completely, just as it always does. Slowly lifting his head up, he sees Ethan there, straining indomitably against his bonds, his bulky muscles shifting around robustly within his taunt slick skin.
Jack is instantly filled with the whole of that disturbingly depraved, corpulent thing that shoves his heart up into his throat and kicks his stomach hurtling down to oblivion. Every bit of him is piqued stiffly and tremulous as he stares at Ethan who is panting from overexertion, each of his enormous and intense breaths crashing out of his gaping mouth.
He holds Jack paralyzed in the grip of his unfathomably deep dark and avaricious stare, just aching to swallow him whole.
“Jack…” he moans, long and low.
Jack’s innards writhe, as if being wrung physically by the sound.
Ethan utters his name again and again, slithering wantonly against the tree. With a ragged groan of intense effort he painfully spreads his thighs open even wider. Clearly visible through his drenched pants is his severely aching erection. Again, he moans throatily, with gluttonous craving in his voice, “Jack…”
Somehow these thicker, quieter calls are much worse than the riotous yells. They seep in, sinking down slowly into Jack’s core. They fill him unrelentingly, bit by bit. Now he has no respite; no time to recover. Scathing desire seethes within him as he feels his cock swiftly harden fully in direct response to Ethan. His stifled heart beats anxiously against its shuddering boundaries, but even those deafening thumps cannot drown out Ethan’s lascivious calls. Something thick and sticky clogs up his mind until his thoughts slow to nothing but a steady pulse. A minute frigid prick of earnest fear jabs him out of his rapt paralysis.
“Stop it!” Jack suddenly screams at him through the crashing rain.
Groaning mightily, Ethan lunges even farther forward. “Make me!” he barks back furiously, before whimpering wrathfully through his clenched teeth, an instinctive anguish mercilessly shredding him apart.
Jack’s voice slips around incoherently from distress and his legs nearly crumple underneath him when his strongly pulsing need beats him breathless. Ethan heaves his hips forward, gasping hollowly. Exceptionally tangible memories deluge Jack’s mind and he vividly recalls the intensely gratifying feeling of having Ethan’s muscular torso thrashing powerfully within his clenched legs. The thought of having that body, so substantial, so firm and so frighteningly strong, writhing underneath him still instills an irrational thrill in him. Now, seeing Ethan there, struggling so ardently, mad with lust and begging desperately for release makes Jack’s blood rush torridly through him. His boiling vessels are slick with his fear of the terrifying keenness that he feels still heating up his own muscles.
“Jack!” Ethan roars tersely, smacking a subversive decision into that darkest, most repressed part of Jack’s mind. Jack dashes over and grabs Ethan’s livid face, shoving it roughly to the side as he falls to his knees between Ethan’s splayed thighs, thumping into him forcefully. He continues to grip Ethan’s head so tightly that his muscles shake while he presses harder into him. He feels Ethan’s strong chest heaving against his stomach and it feels much too good to have all of that keen hardness pressing into him.
A thrilled cry forces itself out of Jack when the realization of what he’s doing catches up with him. Ethan growls huskily through Jack’s fingers and his firm abdomen ripples fervently against Jack’s. Both bodies pulse boldly at the contact. Jack shamelessly rubs himself against that exceptionally muscular body, a high breathy moan leaking out of him. Ethan snarls deeply, sending fierce tremors through Jack, while he avidly struggles for more friction, thrusting recklessly against Jack’s thighs. The futility of their situation prods Jack hard and he soon rams his right hand down between their slick torsos. The impulsive movement smacks a grateful groan out of Ethan. His avaricious eyes gnaw at Jack even as he now eases his struggle against his grip on his face. Jack stoutly avoids looking directly into that gaze, fearing that it will reveal the same uncontrollable irrational desire that he has deliberately suppressed within him all his life.
Deftly, Jack’s skilled hand opens his own jeans and he futilely attempts to shove the sopping fabric down his legs. With a terse moan, Jack completely releases his hold on Ethan’s fervent face and quickly digs his shoulder up into his thick rumbling throat to keep him constrained. Now with both hands free he drags his coarse pants and soggy underwear down until they bunch at his knees. A bold resistance challenges Jack’s authority again when Ethan fights anew to see him exposed. Sighing secretly, Jack rips open Ethan’s shirt, grips his hips tightly and glides himself up and down Ethan’s hungrily surging torso. Slick waves of elation dash fully through Jack and, now filled with the elating sensation, he readily brings his fingers down to the edge of Ethan’s stretched pants.
The sudden and strong acceleration of Ethan’s thumping expectant heartbeat snaps Jack’s nerves. He freezes, clenching his jaw. Ethan’s next inhalation is shaky and he undulates against Jack pleadingly. The fluid, hot, pressing stroke slips more smooth delight through Jack, easing his task of releasing Ethan. As soon as he unfastens Ethan’s pants, the shock of pure scorching flesh pulsing forcefully into his palm plunges a sharp gasp down his lungs. Ethan inhales slowly as he insistently presses himself up into Jack’s shivering hands. Rain pools within Jack’s stunned mouth and he spits it out weakly over his right shoulder, confidence and breath trickling off of him as swiftly as the rain.
A terrible shiver abruptly throttles him. He compulsively fuses Ethan’s searing body even closer to his own. Ethan’s bestial groans rumble against Jack while he violently squeezes himself up through Jack’s tense fists. The ardent force is like a rough shove. Jack quickly pushes Ethan’s cock in through his thighs and rushes his hands back up to hold Ethan’s head back. Ethan’s instantly vigorous thrusts sway Jack so that he has to press even closer into his pumping body to keep his balance. Ethan slowly lets his head fall back, limp within Jack’s strict hold. His torrid breaths tear past Jack’s face as he continues to pump urgently through Jack’s flexed legs. Minute whimpers trail each of Ethan’s strident moans. Rain splatters fitfully off of his swollen skin. Jack watches, enthralled, as his eyes gradually cloud, his pupils engorge and diverge and then as his lids roll closed as gratification slowly fills him up.
Jack now finds a strange comfort in this heavy silence, and, with Ethan’s strong satiating body smacking powerfully through him, he too slips into the rhythmic force pulsing between them, sinking his hips gratifyingly deeply into Ethan’s pounding torso. He listens intently to Ethan’s intensifying groans, anticipating his climax and feeling himself swell further in response. With one final vehement thrash, Ethan comes arrestingly hard. He groans interminably while he pumps slower to stillness. After a brief silence he gasps tightly and Jack leans back so that he can pull in deeper breaths, but he keeps his hands loosely around his neck.
Ethan’s head rolls back against the rough tree, defining the contours of his broad pulsating throat. Jack watches him pant, his tongue sliding easily over his lower teeth. The motion seems to be beckoning Jack. His eyes fog as he stares at Ethan recovering, gulping in air gluttonously. He submerges even deeper into the deviant urge that has flooded him. Ethan tilts his head up slightly, still in the confinement of Jack’s clutch around his neck. Through his half-lidded eyes he slips his intense, muggy gaze into Jack’s. Fully aware of Jack’s instinctive yearning, he provocatively licks his lower lip with an excruciating slowness and then closes his mouth and swallows, his throat working tangibly under Jack’s grip. Jack feels exactly how slow and tight Ethan’s hold over him would be. A subversive moan mounts within Jack while he feels this urge become inexorable, and dreading the certainty that he will soon be overcome by that dark depraved desire lurking within him. It now completely saturates him upon the sight of Ethan’s terrifying appetite for him. The pressure in Jack’s cock, still pulsing insistently against Ethan’s surging stomach, instantly becomes intolerably excruciating and he clenches his teeth to suppress his distressed moan.
Ethan suddenly lunges forward, teeth flashing, in a heart-stopping attempt to get a taste of Jack’s flush skin. Jack yelps reflexively and shoves him back against the tree. The crack of his head whacking into the trunk echoes sharply through the lashing rain. Jack clutches him at arms length and rides his insolently thrashing body. He eventually relaxes again after failing to break Jack’s defensive hold on him. He growls evenly, staring shrewdly at Jack. Jack idly kneads Ethan’s neck while their breathing slows, eliciting a coarse lingering groan from him, which shakes Jack’s palm with the low vibration. His ravenous eyes continue to gnaw at Jack insistently. Jack’s clear gaze pines back at him.
“Why do you do this to me?” Jack asks quietly.
“You need me,” Ethan says intently, “Let me have you.”
Jack moans low, looking away. Heat simmers anxiously through him.
“Jack…”
Jack inhales deeply and shudders when that suppressed subconscious power surges through him again, abruptly heaving him up to his feet. He shoves his hands into Ethan’s mouth, jamming his thumbs over his teeth. A heated exultant snarl lashes out through Jack’s hands and spreads humidly over his exceedingly sensitive cock. In a determined rush of impatience, Ethan forces his head closer, his tongue sliding forcefully over Jack’s thumb to find him. He licks the tip of Jack’s cock with disturbing tenderness, the taste wrenching the most covetous groan from him. He then promptly sucks Jack into his mouth and directly down his throat, swallowing him inch by agonizing inch, while Jack’s choppy moans skip out of him unreservedly. The world contracts around him until he’s blind and deaf to everything except the smack of the rain and of Ethan fully swallowing him. He consumes him so avidly and effortlessly that Jack nearly passes out from the sensation of being so absolutely devoured.
Ethan’s hot breath chugs over him and he groans tersely once he has all of Jack inside him. Jack shakes uncontrollably, rapidly blinking rain out of his eyes and bracing his faint head against the tree, while the unspeakably gratifying sensation engulfs him so utterly that it nauseates him. It’s the greatest, most terrifying passion he has ever felt and is far too potent for him to tolerate for long. His breathing becomes sporadic. He struggles against loosing his senses, but a droning light starts to steadily edge in on him.
He moans with deep lamentation as he tries to pull himself out, violent regret burning through his veins. Ethan abruptly bites down, growling, with a shocking defiance.
Jack reflexively tenses his arms. Ethan’s teeth cut hard into Jack’s resistant thumbs until blood leaks thickly out of them. Jack yanks his hands away, crying out in pain. Ethan moans smugly and swallows hard, dragging Jack back down into him fully. A thick stream of hot saliva drips down Jack’s thigh. His hips shake from the effort of remaining still. Whimpering, he clasps the tree helplessly, caustic shame still searing him from within.
However, it becomes diluted the moment Ethan begins to swallow around him insatiably. The overwrought strokes of pressure flow throughout Jack’s entire length and he crumples forward against the tree, hugging it consolingly, allowing the feeling to dominate him. The sluggish pace of Ethan’s overbearing influence squeezes every last bit of rationality out of Jack until he’s mindlessly echoing Ethan’s constant moans of complacency. Their keening, bestial grunts intermingle within the enclosure of the cleansing deluge that sluices densely over them deep within the furtive jungle.
Heavy completion settles low in Jack’s stomach and without a thought he brings one hand down to grip Ethan’s hunched shoulder imploringly. Ethan groans strangely, and then rakes his teeth threateningly around the base of Jack’s cock, tugging a severe orgasmic thrust out of Jack, who yells deafeningly as he comes. His cum spills out, gushes down Ethan’s chin and then splatters down onto his tensed stomach. Still trapped in an intense daze, Jack shoves the tree away from him, backing away recklessly. Ethan lets Jack slide out of him now, thirstily sucking off all of the cum stuck around his cock as he does.
Jack staggers backwards before scrunching down to his knees and falling forward onto his forearms, rocking himself encouragingly while his senses slowly return to him from the cold ringing whiteness all around him. Through the pattering rain he comes to hear Ethan’s ragged breath and he automatically looks up at him. He’s frustrated with being unable to reach the spots of cum left splayed across his abdomen and is now gazing at Jack expectantly. Jack whines miserably when he feels the urge to appease Ethan still pumping through him as imperatively as ever.
He carefully drags his sodden pants and underwear back up around his waist, carefully holding his numbed cock close to him as he lugs his clothes back on. Ethan begins to murmur eerily while waiting for him. Jack finishes and then crawls over to him, pausing just out of reach to reconsider him. Ethan stops mumbling vaguely when Jack meets his eyes. The nearly imperceptible smile on Ethan’s face is unnerving and Jack feels somehow tricked, but there’s no way he can be in a lie. Not with this desire in him so real.
Jack rises to his knees, continuing to regard him steadily. He studiously slides his hands firmly over Ethan’s bulking chest to pull back his shirt. It doesn’t belong on him. It never did. Ethan’s deep eloquent hum spreads tremors through Jack’s proficient hands and Jack feels the generous appreciation in the sound. He glides his fingers down the sides of Ethan’s solid torso with palpable admiration. Then he brings them in to wipe up some of his own warm cum from Ethan’s skin. He hears the quiet smack of Ethan parting his lips to bring in Jack’s fingers. Once Jack slides them in, he warningly rests his teeth upon them to keep him inside. Jack feels his scorching tongue rub around him hard and then he lets Jack pull his fingers out before he swallows. Jack moves to collect some more with his hand but Ethan urges complacently, “You lick it.”
Jack looks hesitantly into Ethan’s eyes, which slide his firm insistence into Jack who then bends down to lap up the rest while Ethan throbs slowly against his quavering tongue. Jack softly licks his lips when returning to Ethan’s eyelevel. After making Ethan wait a moment, he leans in close enough for Ethan to lunge forward and greedily clamp his mouth over his. He shoves his tongue through Jack’s lips, slurping in the savory taste of his thick release. The flurry of Jack’s disparate heartbeat claps a series of severe shudders through him. Ethan gradually draws him closer and closer until Jack finds himself lying fully upon him again. Jack sighs hopelessly, the pale whine expressing his absolute surrender to his deplorable craving. He starts suckling thickly on Ethan’s tongue while Ethan continues to suck gratuitously within his mouth.
The rain falls softer, pattering over them. Jack eventually lugs himself away from the sedulous kiss, thick saliva visibly breaking between them. Ethan continues to lick every bit of Jack’s face until Jack slumps down, twisting over onto his back with his head on Ethan’s left thigh and his forehead pressing into his hip. His eyes slide shut and he contemplatively licks his lips several times before reopening them and looking up at Ethan. Ethan stares down at him, brooding.
Abruptly, absurd questions lodge themselves in Jack’s mind. He knows that he’s supposed to make Ethan answer them, but the formerly imperative issues are suddenly exceedingly ridiculous to him. He already knows all of the answers himself.
“Please let me go back…” Ethan murmurs. An unexpected sorrow wells up in Jack as he stares up into Ethan’s heatedly bleak gaze. He protests, with a hint of astonishment in his voice, “I can’t. I don’t want to…” He tips toward him, curling in closer and readily inhaling his musky scent. The turbid swell of sated contentment makes to smoothly engulf him, but Ethan cuffs him sadistically with a sharp snap of his leg. Jack instantly cringes with an irritated groan. “They’ll kill me if you don’t, Jack.” Ethan discharges ruefully. Jack chokes back even more vulgar remorse, grinding his teeth fretfully before replying tensely, “I won’t let them.” His voice is stifled. “Especially-” he shudders hard and grits his teeth. Ethan drifts his eyes along Jack hopelessly. Jack’s brow furrows with a troubled perplexity. “…Jack…” Ethan implores quietly. Jack shakes his head subtly and insists firmly, “No. I won’t. They can’t do that.” Miserable rage distorts Ethan’s quaking face as he stares piercingly into Jack’s eyes. “Just let me go. You’ll see me again…” Ethan tries again gently. Jack grunts indecisively, hugging Ethan’s waist hard.
Ethan shakes, hissing, his skin burning into Jack’s. Hard defiance presses stiflingly between them. “Let me go, Jack,” Ethan growls firmly. “No,” Jack chokes just as stubbornly, his vision blurring, but even as he says it, he knows that he can’t hold onto him forever.