Series: Ultra Sexy Axis of Evil Orgies
Title: Part 5: Hunting Party
Authors: waqaychay and fluttering_by
Pairing: Charlie/Ana/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: snarky sex. no major spoilers for the series, only very brief mentions of things up to 2X17 Lockdown.
Disclaimer: not ours, yadda, yadda, yadda
A/N: this is part 5 of our first tig together. we hope you enjoy! thank you guys for being so patient! Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Interlude 1.




It felt good to be here again, chopping wood shirtless with the sun beating down on him and the axe a comforting weight in his hand. How wrong was that? That he found this place, this crazy-ass deathtrap of an island, comforting. Well, it was better than the raft, anyway, he supposed.

Sawyer swung the axe again, grunting a bit as the impact with the tree jarred his still-healing shoulder. The slight pain was good, though. Kept his mind off other things, like the hero and his army, Mike and his kid, or... Ana and her sweet ass.

***

She held her eyes fixed on him from her half-hidden position in the bushes. She hadn't hidden from him on purpose, just stopped before she entered the little clearing where he was working. She didn't feel the need to lurk behind him, partly because there was no reason to hide, partly because she didn't want - or need - to get on his bad side, and partly because he seemed so lost in his work he paid no attention to anything around him, neither footsteps nor twigs cracking or leaves making swooshing noises around her legs.

***

The more Sawyer tried to not think about things, though, the more they seemed to invade his thoughts. A sudden image of Jack's smug face flashed in his mind, and he swung the axe a little too hard. He grunted when white hot pain flashed through his shoulder and dropped the axe. Falling to his knees, he clutched at the bullet wound, breathing hard.

As the pain receded, he became aware of noises in the underbrush behind him. Instantly on alert, he slowly reached out and clasped the axe's handle. The sweat on his chest and back suddenly seemed cold as he prepared to defend himself from whatever was creeping up on him.

***

"Not afraid of the big bad wolf, are you?" She smirked and stopped a few feet away - well outside his reach, with or without the axe.

He glared at her from his kneeling position, and she wrinkled her brow. "You okay? Do you need Jack?"

***

Bristling at the suggestion that he needed anyone's help, he sneered and growled, "What? You don't wanna play nurse?" She took a step forward, hands out to make a grab for him, and he jerked back and stood. His arms dropped to his sides, and he stared down at her, close enough to smell the light spicy scent of her skin.

***

"Hey, it's not my fault Jack's the only doctor on this island. Libby knows a bit about doctoring, though..." Her voice trailed off at his glare, and she nodded at his stack of wood lying nearby in an attempt at changing the topic. "I see you've got a lot done already. Good to see the shoulder isn't bothering you too much anymore."

***

"I'm fine," he muttered, looking away at the wood for a moment. A slow smile crept across his face, and he turned back to her. "Fine enough, anyway," he leered at her. "So, what? You come just to check on my shoulder, or you got other things you wanna inspect, officer?" He took a step forward, almost bringing their bodies into contact.

They had played this game before, this weird sexual innuendo game of tag. Sawyer found it comforting, safe, something he could understand. He threw something at her, she hit it back, then came at him with something else. Not this time, though. This time, she caught his suggestion and seemed happy to run with it.

***

"As a matter of fact, yes." And she grabbed his crotch through his jeans, and made a soft appreciative sound, not at all disappointed or displeased with what she felt, despite him not being hard (and just a little bit pleased with the slightly undignified squeak he gave at her sudden move).

***

Sawyer couldn't help the unmanly squeak when Ana grabbed his cock through his jeans. It was a surprise, all right? That wasn't how the game was supposed to go. He steadied himself with his hands on her shoulders and took a moment to get his equilibrium back.

"Well, well, senorita. You do cut straight to the point, don't you? What's the matter? Getting a little lonely? Need some jungle nookie from the hot stud?"

***

"Oh, I get all the jungle nookie I need, whenever I need it. This is a jungle nookie I want." She steadied herself with a hand on his bare hip, revealed by lowslung jeans, and pinched his nipple with the other. Sawyer grunted, and grabbed both her wrists in one of his own, bigger hands.

***

Her wrists were small in his hand, and he squeezed just a bit to let her feel how much stronger he was, even with his shoulder. "Oh, yeah, you're gettin' some. Right. From who?"

Sawyer tugged on her wrists, bringing their bodies into contact. Her small breasts were warm and round against his chest. He leaned down and breathed in the scent of her hair. "You find yourself a little jungle lover to get your Tarzan freak on with?"

***

"Who said I only had one?" She made a humming noise and arched her back her little, pressing her nipples against his warm and moist skin, but at the same time yanked on his grip to get free. Being captured wasn't her favourite pastime, no matter who had captured her.

***

He ducked his head and looked up at her from under his eyelashes. "Oh, I bet there's a whole tribe of natives just waiting to get in your pants." Sliding his free hand down to her ass, he pulled her close, letting her feel his erection against her belly. "Of course, they wouldn't be the only ones."

Sawyer brought their faces together, stopping just a fraction of an inch from touching his lips to hers. "So whaddaya say, chica? Gonna give me a go?"

***

She hummed a laugh through smirking lips and smashed her mouth to his. She would have grabbed his head, too, but he still had her hands and didn't seem to be letting her go anytime soon. She stood on tiptoe and licked his lips to gain access to his tongue, and rubbed back against his crotch, feeling his hardon through the fabric again.

***

He groaned and dropped her wrists to grab the back of her head, steadying her as he ravished her mouth. He still had a hard time believing this was happening and didn't want her to disappear back into the jungle before he was through with her.

Pushing his tongue into her mouth, he whimpered a bit at the taste of her. She was hot and a little salty, tasting of something vaguely familiar that he couldn't place. He hummed around her tongue as it pushed inside his mouth and bit down on it gently before chasing it back into her mouth. He fucked her mouth slowly, rubbing their bodies together from knees to forehead, when it suddenly came to him what she tasted like.

Semen.

***

She bit his tongue when she felt him stiffen, probably having figured out what the salty taste in her mouth was. She bucked up against him again and let her hands skim down his back and then jammed them down his jeans, squeezing his ass, making sure to dig her nails in a little. She had a hunch it wouldn't exactly turn him off, the way he kept kissing her now.

One of his hands left her hair and traveled south, pulling one of the straps off her shoulder and uncovering her breast. She whimpered when he pinched her nipple, obviously paying her back for her own actions.

***

Seemed Ana was telling the truth about having a lover on the island. God, he never thought tasting another man in a woman's mouth would be so fucking hot.

He pinched her nipple again, harder, and felt her shudder in his arms. Grunting, he ripped his mouth away from her and jerked her tank top over her head. Her breasts were small but perfect, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her slightly so he could bury his face between them briefly before taking one pert nipple into his mouth.

***

She yipped when he sucked hard on her nipple, not realizing just how sensitive they would be after Charlie had feasted on them earlier that day. She heard him chuckle, and then his hands moved further down, fumbling with her belt and button, getting them open and pushing the fly wide. She shuddered again when he gripped her pussy through her jeans, rubbing hard and precise against her clit before he pressed his hand inside the pants, tugging slightly on her pubes in the process.

***

God, she was driving him crazy. Her body was hot against Sawyer's naked chest, and he knew she would only be hotter without her clothes. He fumbled a bit in his haste to get her naked, accidentally pulling her pubic hair. She flinched and he swore.

Forcing himself to slow down, Sawyer tugged at Ana's jeans, dragging them down below her knees. He fell to the ground and buried his face in her crotch before pulling down her panties with his teeth.

***

She fisted her hand in his hair and tried to spread her legs wide, but was stopped by her jeans. What had been nice and tight on her before was now too tight. She tried, somewhat desperately, to guide his head closer to her pussy, but he was having none of it and nipped his way down her thigh instead. She growled and tightened her grip, but to no avail.

***

He nipped down her leg to the back of her knee, shoving her jeans down then off her feet as she lifted them one by one. He laved there a bit, hearing her moan. A quick glance upward determined that her head was thrown back and she was sufficiently distracted. Placing both hands behind her knees, Sawyer jerked quickly, knocking her legs out from under her.

Ana landed in his lap with a grunt, her knees on either side of his hips. Their naked chests came into contact and he hissed at the slide of her hard nipples against him. Sawyer buried his hands in her dark cloud of hair, bringing her surprised face up to his. They stared at each other for a brief moment, then dove for each other's mouths.

***

Their mouths smacked loudly whenever their lips slid against each other. She slowly humped his lap, trying to grind against his belly, hindered by his grip on her hips, keeping her down and in place.

She scrabbled to get a proper grip without breaking the kiss and got hold of the button and zipper on his pants, ripping them open.

***

"God," Sawyer groaned as Ana freed his erection finally. Her hand felt fucking fantastic as it slid up and down his flesh, and his hips bucked slightly under her weight. His hands gripped the back of her thighs and he tugged her upward and forward. "Want you to ride me, darlin'," he gasped into her neck.

***

She moaned at the thought and gasped out, "That can be arranged."

Ana placed her hands on his shoulders for leverage and steadied herself while slowly sinking down, the strong muscles in her thighs quivering with the effort of going slow and holding her up. Then she could feel the hot cock against her pussy, sliding wetly along the lips before the cockhead nudged against her hole and was lodged in her, just barely, but enough to keep it from slipping away again.

***

Goddamn, it's been too long since I got laid, Sawyer thought as Ana slid slowly down onto his cock. She was tight and hot and wet around him and it seemed liked ages since he'd felt something so good.

Gripping her hips, he pulled her all the way down until her pelvis crushed against his. He gasped into her neck for a brief second, then lifted her again, halfway up his shaft. His arm muscles bulged, and the pain in his shoulder flared again, but he ignored it.

***

She circled her hips, making his cock touch all the nice spots inside her, and bit down on the tendon in his neck - not entirely by accident, though - when he reached down and found her clit with his thumb. His other hand now had a firm grip on her asscheek, helping her slide slowly up and down - although this slow pace might just have to speed up soon, or she'd go crazy.

***

It was hard getting a good grip on Ana now. Her skin was slick with sweat and she moved constantly on him, writhing and groaning in his lap. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy and her long, dark hair stuck to her shining, flushed face. She was beautiful.

With one smooth movement, Sawyer leaned forward and laid her on her back on the ground. He balanced over her on one hand, still deep inside, and used the other to put gentle pressure on her hip, guiding her hips against his in a slow rhythm. He could tell she wanted him to go hard and fast, but he refused. "Got all the time in the world, sweet thang," he drawled before leaning down and taking her mouth with his.

***

"Don't wanna go slow," she gasped after breaking the kiss. "Wanna fuck!" She bucked up, but he was too heavy to be thrown off, so she only succeeded in bruising their hips together and making him groan as he suddenly slid all the way into her.

***

"Fine," he gasped. "That the way you want it? That's the way you're gonna get it." Gripping both her wrists in one hand, he pinned them over her head. With his other hand, he raised one of her thighs and urged her to wrap it around his waist. Then, he started a hard and fast rhythm, thrusting hard enough to lift her pelvis off the ground with every stroke into her tightness.

***

She tightened her leg, then loosened the grip again to give him room to move, hard and fast and deep, and managed to wrangle one hand from his. She might have suspected the gripping of her wrists was mostly just for show, but her head was spinning and her body tingling and she couldn't quite focus on anything except the fire in her pussy, getting stronger with each thrust.

She used her free hand to pinch and tug at her nipples before ghosting it down her belly.

***

He leaned up on his hands a little to give Ana room to slide her hand down to her pussy. Groaning, he watched as she rubbed her clit hard and fast. If she kept that up, Sawyer was going to embarrass himself and this show was going to be over a hell of a lot sooner than he wanted.

"Un-uh, little girl," he panted and grabbed her wrist again, pulling it away from her clit. She whined and bucked under him, and he smiled down at her frustrated face. "This ride ain't nearly over." And he doubled his efforts at fucking her senseless.

***

"Asshole," she panted, but there were no real feeling behind it; it felt too good for that. She dug her heels into the ground and raised her hips a little, arching her back and rubbed her breasts against him, but had to lower herself again when the strain was too much. Instead, she hooked her legs around him again, pressing her heels against his ass and grinding whenever he thrust down and into her.

***

For the next ten minutes, the only sounds in the jungle were their heavy breaths and loud grunting. Every time one of them would get close to climax, Sawyer would slow his thrusts, letting the need ebb before building it up again.

When he didn't think he could last a second longer, he shoved one hand under the small of Ana's back and elevated her hips slightly. "You ready?" he gasped. "'Cause here comes the good part."

***

She was ready to scratch his back to bits and pieces if he didn't do more than tease this time, so any change was welcome. She gasped, high-pitched, as the pace changed to something much harder, faster and deeper than what they had had, and the wild fire and tingle in her pussy kept growing and spreading with every second they were fucking.

***

Using all his strength, Sawyer used both hands on her shoulder blades to lift her as he rose to his knees. He only missed a thrust or two as he shifted her so that she was now sitting on his lap, her legs around his waist. He gripped her under her armpits and raised her slightly before slamming her down on his cock, sinking deeper into her than he had before.

Ana clawed at his back and screamed obscenities as he felt her convulse around him. He reached between them to rub her clit with a thumb as she started to come.

***

She felt the orgasm start its slow slide through her when he dropped her down on his cock, and then he rubbed her clit and she bucked wildly around him, trying to get him as far into her as she could yet still get that delicious friction of fucking up and down, rubbing her clit harder against him. She felt him stiffen under her, slamming her down one last time before coming.

***

He tried to hold on until she was through with her own orgasm, but when she threw back her head and moaned as she began to come, he was lost. His entire body locked up, his arms bringing her down on him impossibly tight as he began to shoot inside her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted quietly until the first, most intense wave of pleasure passed.

When he could move again, he lifted her slightly, moving her up and down on his softening cock in a gentle rocking motion. She sucked in her breath as the movement rubbed her oversensitive clit. Chuckling, he continued, rocking them through the aftershocks.

***

She gasped "Stop, stop," and shuddered when the feeling was too much, and he grinned and rocked a few seconds more before stilling, letting her get her breath back into a more regular rhythm. His cock slipped out of her, but she didn't move, suddenly a little insecure, not knowing what to do anymore.

***

He felt the change in her immediately. She stiffened slightly in his arms and wouldn't meet his eyes. Taking his arms from around her, he freed her, in case she felt the need to bolt. "So, uh..." he said hesitantly. "Where'd that come from? Not that I minded, of course."

***

"Where'd it come from? What do you mean? It just... happened. Things happen." She'd hoped it wouldn't be too obvious, but he was observant. She didn't feel entirely comfortable being reminded whose idea this was (Charlie's), and hoped he wouldn't prod further, not now.

Instead, she put her hands on his shoulders and leaned back slightly to get a better look at him.

***

"Never try to con a conman, sweetheart," Sawyer growled. He gave her a slight push right over her heart, sending her sprawling backwards on the ground. Pinning her hands neatly above her head, he leaned over her and stared intently into her eyes. "Why now? What do you really want?"

Ana opened her mouth, probably to protest the rough treatment. Not wanting to hear anymore bullshit, he swooped down and captured her lips with his. When he finally ended the spectacularly deep kiss, her eyes were dazed and she was breathing hard. "Tell me," he commanded.

***

Ana stared at him, tried to calculate the risks, angles from which she could approach it and what tone of voice to take, and how he would react to the truth - assuming she did tell him the truth.

***

"Actually, it was my idea." Charlie smirked down at them as Sawyer and Ana startled. Sawyer scrambled backward off Ana and reached for his jeans, flushing furiously and shooting dark looks at him as he tried to cover his groin.

Charlie threw his head back and laughed. "Don't worry about it now, mate. I've already seen enough." He rubbed the bulge in his jeans with one hand, leering at Ana's still naked body spread out before him. "Saw you fucking my girl."

***

She snorted. "Since when was I anybody's girl? That fact that you're fucking me doesn't mean you have any right to claim me as your property." It came out a little more bitchy than she'd intended, but he'd scared her pretty badly, plus Sawyer didn't look entirely too pleased with the situation. Breaking it to him slowly would have been better. Or as slowly as she could have made it. He was pretty quick himself.

She was pulled back to reality when her jeans hit her in the chest. Sawyer glared at her, and Charlie leered at her again.

"Are you alone?" She tilted her head in Charlie's direction.

***

Sawyer couldn't stop his head from swiveling between the two of them like he was watching fucking tennis or something. He could feel his mouth hanging open but couldn't make it close. Charlie? She was fucking Charlie?

The rockstar reject smirked at her question. "Yeah, I left Sayid back on the beach. He needed his rest. I think I wore the old man out." He looked up at Sawyer and winked.

Sawyer's head spun. "What the fuck is this?" he finally growled.

***

"... A great fucking idea?" she finally suggested, and ignored Charlie's snicker at the double meaning of her reply. Sawyer glared at her again - she was getting used to that, though, so the effect was wearing off, but he still looked hot doing it - and snorted.

***

Sauntering over to Sawyer, Charlie continued to rub his crotch in a lewd manner. When he was close enough, he ran a finger down the man's naked and sweaty chest to rest his hand on the clenched fist that was holding Sawyer's jeans over his crotch. "C'mon, man," Charlie breathed. "You can't tell me you've never had a bloke before."

He leaned forward and blew a stream of air over a nipple and watched it harden as Sawyer drew in a sharp breath. He didn't move away, though, and Charlie took that as a good sign. "You could have all of us, if you wanted. Me, Ana... Sayid."

***

She stared fascinated at Charlie while she pulled her jeans on, wondering if he was going to get knocked down or actually succeed. She knew very well what he could do with his charms, wit and body, and she couldn't help wonder if Sawyer would fall for it, too, or if he would brush him off.

He hadn't brushed her off, though....

***

Ana had said she was gettin' some loving from someone. Now Sawyer knew who she had meant. He was having a hard time believing it, though. A hard time believing, but not a hard time imagining. In fact, he had rather vivid images running through his head. And the way he saw it, he could keep on imagining... or he could participate.

He scowled at Ana as she pulled her tank top back on over her head. "You once asked me if I was gay," he began, his voice low and dangerous. "I didn't answer you then, but I'm not." He dropped his clothes and grabbed Charlie by the hair, bringing their bodies close together and feeling the smaller man's excited breathing against his chest. "I'm bi." And then he dove for Charlie's mouth.

***

She raised one eyebrow, but more at the sight itself than surprise over Sawyer response. It was pretty much a given. Charlie might be a bit weird looking - he wasn't the conventional kind of handsome or pretty - but damn if he wasn't piping hot in his own way. He practically oozed sex, appealing to both men and women, and wasn't afraid of taking what he was offered, or letting other people take what he himself offered up.

Besides, there was Sayid and herself. She wasn't vain or self-centered in any way, but she knew she was attractive and hot enough in her own way, to those who could handle her. And Sayid was... Sayid.

She pulled her tanktop over her head, and as she emerged from it, she noticed Sawyer's hands kneading Charlie's ass and rubbing the other man's pelvis against his own.

***

Charlie hadn't expected to get turned down, but he hadn't expected Sawyer to take him up on his offer so enthusiastically. The man's tongue swept through his mouth with a ferocity that had Charlie's cock throbbing in his jeans. Sawyer's hands on his arse weren't helping, either.

When he was unable to wedge his hands between his groin and Sawyer's belly, Charlie bit the luscious bottom lip he was currently sucking on. When Sawyer yelped, Charlie shoved him away, just enough to rip his jeans open and free his cock so he could rub it against those washboard abs.

***

She hid a grin behind her hand, although it probably wouldn't have been noticed by any of them. Charlie was known - notorious - for raising the interest in other people again very quickly, but this was impressive. Poor Sawyer, he couldn't have gotten much... relief on this island.

***

Kissing Charlie was different than kissing a woman. Or anyone else Sawyer had ever kissed, really. The younger man used his whole mouth - tongue, teeth, lips and, hell, even his jaws - to ravish Sawyer's own mouth. He soon found himself just trying to keep up and wondering if years of fucking groupies had anything to do with the ex-rockstar's skills.

Using his hands on Charlie's ass, he brought the other man closer. Charlie's cock was scorching hot on his lower belly, and Sawyer groaned at the feel. He could tell Charlie's hand was trying to stroke himself in the limited space he had, so he relented his hold just a bit before shoving the lean hand away and taking the smooth shaft into his own palm. Charlie grunted and panted into his mouth as Sawyer began a fast stroke, aiming to bring him over quickly and messily against his skin.

***

She made herself comfortable on the ground and leaned back on one elbow. The other hand was resting lightly on her crotch, but she wasn't sure yet if she'd do anything. Maybe she'd see how long they'd be at it - not long going by Charlie and his writhing and moaning, but then Sawyer would have his say, too. Might be time after all.

***

Sawyer's skin was hot and slick against his cock. Charlie humped furiously, clutching the back of Sawyer's head as he kissed him wildly. Sawyer's hands were tight on his hips, and Charlie could feel bruises forming already. He loved it.

When one of the hands holding him so tightly let go to slide behind him and find and probe his arsehole, Charlie gasped and came suddenly. His body tensed and his hips jerked erratically as he spurt rope after rope of hot come onto Sawyer's belly.

***

"Been watching us for a while, haven't you, to get so worked up?" She smirked and squeezed herself through the fabric. Watching Charlie come had sent an angry surge of want through her again.

She climbed to her feet and cocked her head. "You gonna do something with that, or should I?" She waved her hand at Sawyer, who was once again sporting a very promising looking half-erection.

***

It took almost all of Sawyer's waning strength to hold Charlie up, as the younger man went completely limp after his orgasm. The blond head now rested against his collarbone and Charlie's panting breath was blowing across Sawyer's nipple. "Goddamn, boy," he growled. "You come like a fucking fountain."

Eyeing Ana coming toward him, Sawyer let Charlie gently to his knees. Their bodies slid together, smearing the pearly come between their bellies. Sawyer shuddered and held out a hand to her. "Any time, darlin'."

***

She took his hand and was promptly yanked against him for a bruising kiss and repaid him by closing her hand around his cock in a firm grip, sliding up and down a couple of times before freeing herself and sinking to her knees, pulling Charlie against her.

***

He was still breathless from his orgasm when Ana pulled him to her side and kissed him. He opened his mouth for her and let her do as she wanted with his tongue for a moment before pulling away and gasping. "Fuck, give a guy a rest, will you?" Reaching down, he tucked his sensitive cock back into his jeans and zipped up.

When he looked back up, Ana was taking Sawyer's cock down her throat. Sawyer's head was thrown back and his hands were fisting in her long, dark hair. The sight made Charlie's mouth water. He couldn't help the small whimper that escaped him as he leaned in and tried to nudge Ana's face away with his own.

***

She grunted angrily and used her elbow to shove Charlie out of the way for a few seconds. She wasn't done tasting, yet, and wanted her share of it before Charlie's mouth and spit left their flavour all over Sawyer and washed away Sawyer's own flavor.

He would not be kept away for long, though, and the next time he nudged into her - more insistently this time - she let herself be pushed away and went to lick and suck Sawyer's balls instead.

***

Now this was something Sawyer had never experienced before. Ana and Charlie were sharing his cock and balls. It felt fucking amazing to have two pairs of lips and two tongues working his overheated flesh. He dug the fingers of his left hand into Ana's hair as she worked his balls, and the fingers of his right cupped Charlie's jaw as the kid went to town on his dick.

"Yeah, fuck," he groaned. His hips began to buck a little as Charlie increased the suckage and started bobbing faster. Sawyer knew he wasn't going to last long. His breath came faster and he found he could only grunt as he started to fuck Charlie's throat. A sharp inhalation was the only warning he could give as he started to come.

***

She felt his balls draw up and sat back as Charlie went all the way down again, and then up as Sawyer started to come messily.

***

The first shot of come went down the back of Charlie's throat unexpectedly and almost made him choke. He pulled up and off, coughing a bit, and stroked Sawyer through his orgasm with both hands. He kept the head close to his mouth, letting the hot fluid hit his nose and cheeks and drip down off his chin.

Sawyer's hand tightened painfully in his hair as the orgasm ran through him. Charlie could hear Ana grunt beside him, presumably with the same problem. As he came down, though, Sawyer relaxed his grip and let his hands fall to his sides. With one come-covered hand, Charlie reached up and rubbed his scalp, getting jizz in his hair and not caring.

***

Ana sat back on her haunches and enjoyed the view of Charlie with come basically all over his head, and the softening cock still in his hand. Sawyer pulled back carefully, wincing as his overly-sensitive cock slipped out of Charlie's grip, and got his pants back on.

"Well," she said. "That was fun. No offense to anyone here, though, but I still think there's a little room for improvement. A little room... for Sayid?"

She cocked her head and raised her eyebrow expectantly. The two men grinned at her.