Fic: "Aliens?", Lost AU, Kevin/Sawyer, NC-17
This was made for toestastegood for the 5 Acts Challenge she organized once more and has been so awesome (the challenge AND the girl). The acts I covered are "Alternate Universe" and... well not quite "Aliens Made Them Do It". You'll see. It got long, it's silly and it's late, but I hope you like it sweetheart!
Title: Aliens?
Characters: Sawyer/Kevin (with apparitions of John Winchester, Daniel, Sayid and Charlie)
Word count: 2000 words, rated NC-17
Summary: Colonel Kevin Callis struggles a bit with his new assignment.
Note: I'm using it for au_bingo, square for "Aliens". The Losties are in the Army, on top, so completely AU in every way.
"..."
"Do you understand, Colonel?"
"Yes, Sir," Kevin says by rote. Frankly? He just can't process.
"You're expected on the tarmac at 1500," the General says before saluting. "I expect much ass kicking if required."
Kevin salutes right back, spine going straight.
"I shall not disappoint," Kevin assures, which makes the General crack a half smile before he turns and goes. Winchester climbed fast in the brass food chain and it's a lot because his men always trip over themselves to make him proud. Kevin is not immune. As soon as he's out of sight, Kevin lets his jaw drop open at last.
Aliens?
****
As soon as he's off the bird in Peterson, Kevin is stuffed in a car and brought to the NORAD headquarters. He has to go trough several debriefs: scientists and military are trying to get everyone who was brought in to coordinate a planetary defense up to speed with the latest info on the threat.
Seriously, though. Aliens?
Yes, Kevin still has a problem with that. Sue him.
***
It seems that his invaluable skills honed by 15 years as a Special Ops soldier are best used to babysit scientists. No, scratch that, one scientist: Daniel Faraday. If the rumors are true, their faith resides in the head of a nerd with a skinny tie: Kevin figures it's Karma for his jock days.
Not only is he assigned to be Faraday's shadow, he's given a whole team to do so as if he's not competent enough to do it himself. If he's honest, it pisses him off. To satisfy the UN or something, it's an international force: Corporal Pace from England on communications, a fellow American as a sniper in Sergeant James "Sawyer" Ford and Specialist Sayid Jarrah, RA'ED from the Iraqi Forces for everything that needs deadly stealth, or so Kevin understood. If you ask him, it's a whole lot of resources to cover one man.
Against Aliens.
***
For some unfathomable reason, they have to bring their pet geek in the middle of the Southern Pacific. Faraday doesn't even seem to realize that he's under escort; he often seems surprised to see Kevin by his side. This time he looks up from his computer and blinks, before smiling sweetly.
"Hey! I know you, right?"
"Don't mind me, Doctor Faraday," Kevin says with his most charming smile. "I'm just here to keep you company."
"How nice of you, thank you! Did you know we're under the threat of an imminent Alien attack?"
Kevin nods seriously: he's getting better with this.
"So I've heard."
***
"I will take the next shift, Colonel."
Kevin almost jumps two feet in the air at Sayid's voice. Jesus Christ, the man is as silent as a cat. It pisses Kevin off a little - no one should get the jump on him,ever - but it's not like he's going to say anything. He's seen footage of how Jarrah got out of a hostage situation, once. It involved feet and a neck being bent at an unnatural angle.
"Thank you, Major," Kevin says.
The sun is hitting pretty hard on the deck of the freighter, and Kevin's glad to escape to the shadows. He stumbles upon Corporal Pace fiddling with electronic equipment.
"Hey, Colonel!" Pace says with a grin.
"Hey yourself," Kevin says amiably. Charlie's a good kid, always joking and he gets his harmonica out at night to entertain them. He swears he'd dazzle them with his guitar and that he'll soon record something with his brother, maybe on the next leave.
"See this?" Pace says, showing something smaller than a pea on the tip of his finger. "I say we bug the Doctor. It's undetectable by everything on the market, hopefully even to them, and would emit Faraday's coordinates at all times. Just in case we lose him."
Even if he agrees with the plan, Kevin raises his eyebrows.
"You think I'll lose him?"
It makes Pace blink, then backtrack rapidly.
"No no no, of course not! Just as a precaution. Like a pet?"
Kevin laughs.
"Ask Faraday if he minds and we'll see. Ford's up there somewhere?" he asks.
"Near the radar, yes," Charlie says, going back to his computer.
"I'll be back in one hour," Kevin says.
"Sure thing, Major, we've got this," Pace says, gesturing between Sayid and himself. "No Mothership near by, I'll be sure to raise you on the radio if they appear."
"Thank you, Pace. What would I do without you?"
Charlie grins up at him.
"I believe you could be abducted, Sir. Maybe we should bug you too."
Kevin shakes his head and leaves him to his shenanigans. Sometimes the less he knows the better. Especially about the Aliens.
***
Those damn snipers are always perched high up and Kevin suspects they're half monkeys. It took him 15 minutes just to find out how Ford managed to climb all the way up to the radar platform. When he gets there himself, Kevin sits down in the shade with a sigh.
"Heat getting to you, boss?" Sawyer asks.
"Yeah," Kevin admits, while he notes that Sawyer's sprawled face down in the sun in camo pants and green t-shirt, looking as content as a big cat as he keeps an eye on the deck. Maybe not a monkey, then. Jaguars climb trees, right?
Even before meeting the guy, Kevin had been fascinated by Ford's file. You could separate it in two piles, almost equal:
1) how he's probably the best at his job, a virtuoso of the sniper rifle who has done incredible acts of courage that merited him medals after medals;
2) how he's nothing but trouble with notes about insubordination and an attitude problem, topped by two episodes of suspected fraud where he'd been brought to court martial only to be cleared since there was no tangible proof of his involvement.
To be honest, Kevin doesn't understand from what is on paper why Ford is still enlisted - many guys have talent with a rifle - but now that they have spent a couple of weeks together he wouldn't trade Ford for anyone. Kevin suspects that Sawyer has managed to charm and aggravate most of his CO's in equal measure since the day he enlisted. Oh and he has saved General Winchester's life a couple of times, so there's probably a little bit of that at work for his continuous employment, too.
"Slow day," Sawyer says.
It makes Kevin laugh.
"Yeah, only two. They're slacking."
And isn't that the weirdest thing of all: the goddamn Aliens practice unconventional warfare. They appear out of nowhere, grab their target, and then disappear with it. No energy beams to suck people up in their ship that is in orbit or anything: they have to get physical. It means that if you manage to avoid or kill the wannabe abductor, you are fine.
The aliens are tall and pink with big black eyes and with long arms to better grab. Thankfully, they aren't armed but the grab-and-go has proven highly effective. They have specific targets, too, going for where it hurts the most with politicians and top notch scientists; they leave the normal civilians alone. On a normal day they attempt to take Faraday at least ten times. With basic security and many eyes it's generally easy to counter them. The day they decide to attack in group, though, they might have a problem.
Sawyer sits up and takes his cap off. After running a hand through his hair - it seems Kevin's the only one who even bothers with a regulation hair cut in this team - Sawyer takes off his sunglasses and fold them carefully before putting them in the hat. All that time, he's observing Kevin with a speculative look on his face.
"What are you doing?" Kevin asks.
"Taking a break," Sawyer says, looking like he's planning something that will get everyone - everyone being mostly Kevin - in trouble.
"Faraday..." Kevin starts but Sawyer interrupts him.
"He's being babysat by Sayid right now, Colonel," Sawyer says while raising his eyebrows.
"Point," Kevin concedes, because no one gets past Sayid.
That's when Sawyer scoots over, straddles Kevin's thighs and starts to unbutton his shirt.
"What?" Kevin exclaims. It comes out a bit like a squawk.
From the day they've met, Sawyer has been charming: always with a joke, a tease or a smile. Since Kevin had seen him be like that with everyone, men or women, he had not thought more of it (OK, he admits he's been crushing hard on the guy, who's gorgeous and fun to be with). Kevin is pretty sure the whole team AND Daniel Faraday have a crush on the guy, that's just the way things are. But this? This is huge and he grabs Sawyer's wrists, stopping him.
"Hum," Kevin says, voice still a bit wobbly. "You've surely heard of the Uniform Code of Military Justice?"
Sawyer grins at him, and then leans forward to kiss Kevin on the lips, playful and almost chaste.
"I'm not asking or telling anything," Sawyer says.
Kevin snorts.
"Not with words, no," he says, letting go of Sawyer and his hands automatically migrate to Ford's hips. "This is dangerous, Sawyer." Kevin won't lie and say it doesn't make it more exciting, because it does.
"See, Colonel, earlier I might or might not have seen a sphere appear next to me, right at the time that Alien popped into existence on deck," Sawyer says.
For a second Kevin thinks it's true and is about to be alarmed, but then he realizes it's a constructed story just by the twinkle in Sawyer's eyes.
"And what did it do or not do, Sergeant?" Kevin asks.
"Once I killed the Alien, the bubble might or might not have exploded, too, and I might or might not have inhaled something," Sawyer continues, and starts to undo Kevin's BDU pants.
By now Kevin is so hard that the accidental brush of Sawyer's knuckles against his erection make him gasp.
"Are you... are you okay, Sergeant?"
Sawyer shrugs.
"I am not sure, Colonel, I might be doing things that I would never do otherwise," he says. "If anyone asks, that is."
"If I get that right," Kevin says, pulling Sawyer's t-shirt up and off, revealing mouth-watering golden skin, "you're telling me that aliens are making you do it?"
That earns him a shot of double dimples.
"Yes, Sir," Sawyer purrs, making it sound so dirty that Kevin worries that he'll be inappropriately hard at the title each time he hears it from now on. This could be a problem. "Maybe I feel a compulsion. Maybe if I don't do it, I will die."
"If it's a medical condition, who am I to stop you?" Kevin says, breath coming short as Sawyer starts to nibble at his neck and stroke his cock. "You are an invaluable member of my Team, Sergeant."
"Thank you for your abnegation, Colonel," Sawyer says, licking Kevin's ear and making him shudder. "I'll owe you one."
"No problem," Kevin says, starting to move his hips to fuck Sawyer's fist, and then moaning when Sawyer scoots closer and wraps his hand around both of their cocks at the same time.
It's fast, dirty, and incredibly arousing. They're kissing and kissing, rutting against each other, Kevin's hands gripping Sawyer's hips like he'll never let go until he reaches the peak and is gone, coming hard. Sawyer clamps a hand on his mouth to stifle the shout and follows right after with a grunt of his own. Sawyer then slumps against Kevin in one heavy and hot heap, crushing him against a piece of metal that pushes hard in Kevin's spine from this angle. Kevin would say something, but all he can do is flap his hand a little in protest, and then rests it on Sawyer's lower back. Who cares if he ends up permanently crippled?
"Goddamn Aliens," Sawyer murmurs in Kevin's neck at one point; he doesn't seem about to move.
"Yeah," Kevin says, turning his head to kiss right behind Sawyer's ear. "You can say that again."
Maybe he owes them one, though.
The End
Title: Aliens?
Characters: Sawyer/Kevin (with apparitions of John Winchester, Daniel, Sayid and Charlie)
Word count: 2000 words, rated NC-17
Summary: Colonel Kevin Callis struggles a bit with his new assignment.
Note: I'm using it for au_bingo, square for "Aliens". The Losties are in the Army, on top, so completely AU in every way.
"..."
"Do you understand, Colonel?"
"Yes, Sir," Kevin says by rote. Frankly? He just can't process.
"You're expected on the tarmac at 1500," the General says before saluting. "I expect much ass kicking if required."
Kevin salutes right back, spine going straight.
"I shall not disappoint," Kevin assures, which makes the General crack a half smile before he turns and goes. Winchester climbed fast in the brass food chain and it's a lot because his men always trip over themselves to make him proud. Kevin is not immune. As soon as he's out of sight, Kevin lets his jaw drop open at last.
Aliens?
****
As soon as he's off the bird in Peterson, Kevin is stuffed in a car and brought to the NORAD headquarters. He has to go trough several debriefs: scientists and military are trying to get everyone who was brought in to coordinate a planetary defense up to speed with the latest info on the threat.
Seriously, though. Aliens?
Yes, Kevin still has a problem with that. Sue him.
***
It seems that his invaluable skills honed by 15 years as a Special Ops soldier are best used to babysit scientists. No, scratch that, one scientist: Daniel Faraday. If the rumors are true, their faith resides in the head of a nerd with a skinny tie: Kevin figures it's Karma for his jock days.
Not only is he assigned to be Faraday's shadow, he's given a whole team to do so as if he's not competent enough to do it himself. If he's honest, it pisses him off. To satisfy the UN or something, it's an international force: Corporal Pace from England on communications, a fellow American as a sniper in Sergeant James "Sawyer" Ford and Specialist Sayid Jarrah, RA'ED from the Iraqi Forces for everything that needs deadly stealth, or so Kevin understood. If you ask him, it's a whole lot of resources to cover one man.
Against Aliens.
***
For some unfathomable reason, they have to bring their pet geek in the middle of the Southern Pacific. Faraday doesn't even seem to realize that he's under escort; he often seems surprised to see Kevin by his side. This time he looks up from his computer and blinks, before smiling sweetly.
"Hey! I know you, right?"
"Don't mind me, Doctor Faraday," Kevin says with his most charming smile. "I'm just here to keep you company."
"How nice of you, thank you! Did you know we're under the threat of an imminent Alien attack?"
Kevin nods seriously: he's getting better with this.
"So I've heard."
***
"I will take the next shift, Colonel."
Kevin almost jumps two feet in the air at Sayid's voice. Jesus Christ, the man is as silent as a cat. It pisses Kevin off a little - no one should get the jump on him,ever - but it's not like he's going to say anything. He's seen footage of how Jarrah got out of a hostage situation, once. It involved feet and a neck being bent at an unnatural angle.
"Thank you, Major," Kevin says.
The sun is hitting pretty hard on the deck of the freighter, and Kevin's glad to escape to the shadows. He stumbles upon Corporal Pace fiddling with electronic equipment.
"Hey, Colonel!" Pace says with a grin.
"Hey yourself," Kevin says amiably. Charlie's a good kid, always joking and he gets his harmonica out at night to entertain them. He swears he'd dazzle them with his guitar and that he'll soon record something with his brother, maybe on the next leave.
"See this?" Pace says, showing something smaller than a pea on the tip of his finger. "I say we bug the Doctor. It's undetectable by everything on the market, hopefully even to them, and would emit Faraday's coordinates at all times. Just in case we lose him."
Even if he agrees with the plan, Kevin raises his eyebrows.
"You think I'll lose him?"
It makes Pace blink, then backtrack rapidly.
"No no no, of course not! Just as a precaution. Like a pet?"
Kevin laughs.
"Ask Faraday if he minds and we'll see. Ford's up there somewhere?" he asks.
"Near the radar, yes," Charlie says, going back to his computer.
"I'll be back in one hour," Kevin says.
"Sure thing, Major, we've got this," Pace says, gesturing between Sayid and himself. "No Mothership near by, I'll be sure to raise you on the radio if they appear."
"Thank you, Pace. What would I do without you?"
Charlie grins up at him.
"I believe you could be abducted, Sir. Maybe we should bug you too."
Kevin shakes his head and leaves him to his shenanigans. Sometimes the less he knows the better. Especially about the Aliens.
***
Those damn snipers are always perched high up and Kevin suspects they're half monkeys. It took him 15 minutes just to find out how Ford managed to climb all the way up to the radar platform. When he gets there himself, Kevin sits down in the shade with a sigh.
"Heat getting to you, boss?" Sawyer asks.
"Yeah," Kevin admits, while he notes that Sawyer's sprawled face down in the sun in camo pants and green t-shirt, looking as content as a big cat as he keeps an eye on the deck. Maybe not a monkey, then. Jaguars climb trees, right?
Even before meeting the guy, Kevin had been fascinated by Ford's file. You could separate it in two piles, almost equal:
1) how he's probably the best at his job, a virtuoso of the sniper rifle who has done incredible acts of courage that merited him medals after medals;
2) how he's nothing but trouble with notes about insubordination and an attitude problem, topped by two episodes of suspected fraud where he'd been brought to court martial only to be cleared since there was no tangible proof of his involvement.
To be honest, Kevin doesn't understand from what is on paper why Ford is still enlisted - many guys have talent with a rifle - but now that they have spent a couple of weeks together he wouldn't trade Ford for anyone. Kevin suspects that Sawyer has managed to charm and aggravate most of his CO's in equal measure since the day he enlisted. Oh and he has saved General Winchester's life a couple of times, so there's probably a little bit of that at work for his continuous employment, too.
"Slow day," Sawyer says.
It makes Kevin laugh.
"Yeah, only two. They're slacking."
And isn't that the weirdest thing of all: the goddamn Aliens practice unconventional warfare. They appear out of nowhere, grab their target, and then disappear with it. No energy beams to suck people up in their ship that is in orbit or anything: they have to get physical. It means that if you manage to avoid or kill the wannabe abductor, you are fine.
The aliens are tall and pink with big black eyes and with long arms to better grab. Thankfully, they aren't armed but the grab-and-go has proven highly effective. They have specific targets, too, going for where it hurts the most with politicians and top notch scientists; they leave the normal civilians alone. On a normal day they attempt to take Faraday at least ten times. With basic security and many eyes it's generally easy to counter them. The day they decide to attack in group, though, they might have a problem.
Sawyer sits up and takes his cap off. After running a hand through his hair - it seems Kevin's the only one who even bothers with a regulation hair cut in this team - Sawyer takes off his sunglasses and fold them carefully before putting them in the hat. All that time, he's observing Kevin with a speculative look on his face.
"What are you doing?" Kevin asks.
"Taking a break," Sawyer says, looking like he's planning something that will get everyone - everyone being mostly Kevin - in trouble.
"Faraday..." Kevin starts but Sawyer interrupts him.
"He's being babysat by Sayid right now, Colonel," Sawyer says while raising his eyebrows.
"Point," Kevin concedes, because no one gets past Sayid.
That's when Sawyer scoots over, straddles Kevin's thighs and starts to unbutton his shirt.
"What?" Kevin exclaims. It comes out a bit like a squawk.
From the day they've met, Sawyer has been charming: always with a joke, a tease or a smile. Since Kevin had seen him be like that with everyone, men or women, he had not thought more of it (OK, he admits he's been crushing hard on the guy, who's gorgeous and fun to be with). Kevin is pretty sure the whole team AND Daniel Faraday have a crush on the guy, that's just the way things are. But this? This is huge and he grabs Sawyer's wrists, stopping him.
"Hum," Kevin says, voice still a bit wobbly. "You've surely heard of the Uniform Code of Military Justice?"
Sawyer grins at him, and then leans forward to kiss Kevin on the lips, playful and almost chaste.
"I'm not asking or telling anything," Sawyer says.
Kevin snorts.
"Not with words, no," he says, letting go of Sawyer and his hands automatically migrate to Ford's hips. "This is dangerous, Sawyer." Kevin won't lie and say it doesn't make it more exciting, because it does.
"See, Colonel, earlier I might or might not have seen a sphere appear next to me, right at the time that Alien popped into existence on deck," Sawyer says.
For a second Kevin thinks it's true and is about to be alarmed, but then he realizes it's a constructed story just by the twinkle in Sawyer's eyes.
"And what did it do or not do, Sergeant?" Kevin asks.
"Once I killed the Alien, the bubble might or might not have exploded, too, and I might or might not have inhaled something," Sawyer continues, and starts to undo Kevin's BDU pants.
By now Kevin is so hard that the accidental brush of Sawyer's knuckles against his erection make him gasp.
"Are you... are you okay, Sergeant?"
Sawyer shrugs.
"I am not sure, Colonel, I might be doing things that I would never do otherwise," he says. "If anyone asks, that is."
"If I get that right," Kevin says, pulling Sawyer's t-shirt up and off, revealing mouth-watering golden skin, "you're telling me that aliens are making you do it?"
That earns him a shot of double dimples.
"Yes, Sir," Sawyer purrs, making it sound so dirty that Kevin worries that he'll be inappropriately hard at the title each time he hears it from now on. This could be a problem. "Maybe I feel a compulsion. Maybe if I don't do it, I will die."
"If it's a medical condition, who am I to stop you?" Kevin says, breath coming short as Sawyer starts to nibble at his neck and stroke his cock. "You are an invaluable member of my Team, Sergeant."
"Thank you for your abnegation, Colonel," Sawyer says, licking Kevin's ear and making him shudder. "I'll owe you one."
"No problem," Kevin says, starting to move his hips to fuck Sawyer's fist, and then moaning when Sawyer scoots closer and wraps his hand around both of their cocks at the same time.
It's fast, dirty, and incredibly arousing. They're kissing and kissing, rutting against each other, Kevin's hands gripping Sawyer's hips like he'll never let go until he reaches the peak and is gone, coming hard. Sawyer clamps a hand on his mouth to stifle the shout and follows right after with a grunt of his own. Sawyer then slumps against Kevin in one heavy and hot heap, crushing him against a piece of metal that pushes hard in Kevin's spine from this angle. Kevin would say something, but all he can do is flap his hand a little in protest, and then rests it on Sawyer's lower back. Who cares if he ends up permanently crippled?
"Goddamn Aliens," Sawyer murmurs in Kevin's neck at one point; he doesn't seem about to move.
"Yeah," Kevin says, turning his head to kiss right behind Sawyer's ear. "You can say that again."
Maybe he owes them one, though.
The End