Fandom: I'm Number Four (movie verse)
Shipper: Jonh Smith (Number Four) & Sam Goode / John Smith (Number Four) & Sarah Hart
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst.
Rate: PG-16
Disclaimer: I'm Number Four belongs to Pittacus Lore
AN: Thanks prettysemmy who's correcting this fic for me. XD
Prologue
Sam knew it was temporary. Every touch, every breath, every sensation radiating from Sam's body because of him. He knew it was temporary because he was not the Lorien's chosen one. Sarah was. Sarah with her beautiful blond hair, doll face, big blue eyes, and full red lips. Sarah with her smooth curves and porcelain skin. The Sarah they had left behind in Paradise for safety. The same Sarah whose name was being whispered into his ear while John imagined he was touching her when he was actually touching Sam.
Sam knew it was temporary because he was the outlet. John's mind and heart were with Sarah, always with the woman he left behind, even though the body he used to satisfy his carnal desires, to release his frustrations, to unload his adrenaline after a battle, was the young Goode's. And when the blond above him reached his orgasm with a final jerk, Sam had to swallow a sigh of relief. In the beginning it was good, it was very good, because his heart was still detached from this. At first it was just two friends using each other for distraction.
But then the game started to get dangerous. Sam's heart began to tell him that this mattered, and when he realized this, it was too late. He was involved in this distorted relationship, in a way that he had never wanted, and it was too late to turn back. John pulled out of him, rolled onto his sleeping bag, and let his tired body relax. A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and Sam answered with a fake smile of his own to hide his inner turmoil, which looked like a turbulent sea reverberating on the walls of his mind.
He turned his head away from John's and took a deep breath to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. He squeezed his eyelids tightly shut and forced himself to relax, ignoring the other boy's movements behind him. A touch on his shoulder nearly made him jump while a hoarse voice called:
"Sam?" Sam laid still, feigning sleep, and after a few seconds without response, John gave up trying and turned to sleep. When the blond's slow breathing reached his ears, Sam opened his eyes with a snap, looking with his dark irises to the tent walls for a long time while listening to the hiss of the wind outside, rustling the leaves, and he promised himself that this would be the last time, the last time he would play this losing game. And it was with this thought that the young man finally fell asleep.