"I can see why you like her so much. She's a real screw Jack" he taunted
the wounded agent with a leer and a smile.
"I'm going to kill you, you sick bastard" Jack promised as he heard an
explosion from outside. Sark didn't move so Jack assumed he hadn't heard
it. Constance used the distraction to reach with her feet for Sark's keys
in his trousers. Seeing her attempt, Jack covered up the jingle with shouts
and cries at Sark while yanking at his chains. Enjoying the show Sark kept
his eyes on Jack which gave Constance enough time to hide them under a near
by pipe. A quick nod to Jack and he calmed down. It hurt him so much to see
the tear stained face of the woman he could love in such pain.
Sark moved back over to his clothes and got dressed. The explosion had caused him to become curious of the events outside. "I will be back for you two." He smirked as he removed the gag and kissed Constance on the lips forcing his tongue into her warm mouth. As soon as he had left the room, Constance undid her restraints and pulled the gag from around her neck. She fastened her bra and replaced her trousers quickly before undoing Jack's harness. Leaving her torn panties on the floor and putting her shirt back on, Jack finished undoing the several locks and moved over to her. He pulled her close where she noticed his wrists. "your hurt Jack" "so are you" he looked down at her face and wiped away the fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.
All of a sudden the doors burst open and in stormed several agents headed by Vaughn who stopped still once they saw the two agents in their embrace. "Agent Bristow is hurt take him outside. Constance turned from the young agent to Vaughn. Have you found Sark?" "no agent Waters he seems to have escaped." He informed her. She nodded and left the room. Jack sat in the van outside and noticed something small running towards the woods. With a second glance he knew.
It was Sark.
He got out of the van and ran to greet the young British man as he appeared on the other side of the trees.
The look in jacks eyes told Sark he was going to be in for a fight. Jack lunged at him and grabbed him by the shoulders. He slammed Sark up against a near by tree and punched him across the face. He was fuming with rage and powered with adrenaline and went for another swing when Sark pushed Jack off him. He attempted to run but agent Bristow tackled him and pulled him to the floor.
Then Jack did something that surprised them both. He kissed Sark on the back of his neck and held him down. Sark flinched at the feel of jacks lips on his skin but enjoyed the sensation as he felt Jack begin to get aroused. He had planned to do the same to him after Constance but those damn agents had barged in. Jack knelt on the back of the man he despised so much and knew what he would do. Sark needed to feel the pain he had inflicted. He pulled Sark's pants down.
Undoing his own, he guided his erection to the opening of Sark's ass and pushed all of his length inside. Sark yelped at the un-lubricated pain he felt burning from behind. Jack ground into Sark wanting to make him cry out just as he had done to Constance.
He saw her face tear stained and weepy as Sark had come inside her and he wanted to see Sark express the same hurt and terror. He turned Sark over onto his back, grabbed his legs and put them over his own shoulders. He pumped at Sark harder and harder grunting as he felt the young mans muscles clench against him. Sark was enjoying the all so familiar feeling of another man in his skin but afraid that Jack would stop, he kept his enjoyment under wrapped. He even put on a show to excite the older man more by wincing and crying out.
The truth was this excited Jack more than he thought it would and he pumped harder at Sark wanting him to scream out for him to stop. He wanted this to be punishment and slammed into the younger man. Dirt and grit scratching at his knees. Rubbing against each other writhing in the filth, the two men heaved as they felt each other's skin. Connected for these minutes, Sark wanted it to never end and deep down he knew that Jack felt the same. Jack knew he wasn't going to hold on for much longer and he wanted this punishment to last so he pulled out of Sark and moved on up to his face putting his dick into Sark's mouth stroking at it as if it were just another whole.
Surprised to find no gag reflex Jack started to suspect Sark was a little more accustomed to this feeling than he was letting on but he didn't stop, only thrust more into Sark's mouth now knowing that he could take it. The feeling of Sark's tongue sliding over him was bringing Jack closer and closer to the brink of explosion. He reached forward and held Sark's nose and mouth shut around his hardness and came with a loud grunt as Sark was forced to swallow the bitter liquid having no other way to breath again.
The truth was he would have swallowed it anyway. Jack tasted better than anyone he had ever had the pleasure to try. Jack released his grip on Sark and pulled his trousers up. Waiting for Sark to shout or fight, he got ready to defend himself. He knew that what he had done was wrong. He knew that he should have simply shot him or fought him down but he had wanted to see that face in pain. He had wanted to make him suffer for what he had done.
Sark simply pulled his pants closed, turned around and said "mmm... now I know why Irina enjoyed your farce of a marriage so much." Disgusted with Sark and with himself, Jack ran back toward the van and sat waiting for the team. "hey Jack are you alright?" Vaughn asked as the team loaded up into the van moments after his return. "yes I'm fine. Did you find Sark?" he asked already knowing they hadn't. "yes we did..." Jack turned to face agent Vaughn. "...he gave himself up a few minutes ago and agreed to tell us everything that he knows about the covenant." Vaughn continued. A shocked Jack sat in the van and let a younger agent bandage up his arms while thinking about what Sark could possibly want. Was he going to tell them what Jack had done? Was he going to try and blackmail him? Then a sudden thought dawned on him..."Sark had swallowed all the evidence!"
Sark moved back over to his clothes and got dressed. The explosion had caused him to become curious of the events outside. "I will be back for you two." He smirked as he removed the gag and kissed Constance on the lips forcing his tongue into her warm mouth. As soon as he had left the room, Constance undid her restraints and pulled the gag from around her neck. She fastened her bra and replaced her trousers quickly before undoing Jack's harness. Leaving her torn panties on the floor and putting her shirt back on, Jack finished undoing the several locks and moved over to her. He pulled her close where she noticed his wrists. "your hurt Jack" "so are you" he looked down at her face and wiped away the fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.
All of a sudden the doors burst open and in stormed several agents headed by Vaughn who stopped still once they saw the two agents in their embrace. "Agent Bristow is hurt take him outside. Constance turned from the young agent to Vaughn. Have you found Sark?" "no agent Waters he seems to have escaped." He informed her. She nodded and left the room. Jack sat in the van outside and noticed something small running towards the woods. With a second glance he knew.
It was Sark.
He got out of the van and ran to greet the young British man as he appeared on the other side of the trees.
The look in jacks eyes told Sark he was going to be in for a fight. Jack lunged at him and grabbed him by the shoulders. He slammed Sark up against a near by tree and punched him across the face. He was fuming with rage and powered with adrenaline and went for another swing when Sark pushed Jack off him. He attempted to run but agent Bristow tackled him and pulled him to the floor.
Then Jack did something that surprised them both. He kissed Sark on the back of his neck and held him down. Sark flinched at the feel of jacks lips on his skin but enjoyed the sensation as he felt Jack begin to get aroused. He had planned to do the same to him after Constance but those damn agents had barged in. Jack knelt on the back of the man he despised so much and knew what he would do. Sark needed to feel the pain he had inflicted. He pulled Sark's pants down.
Undoing his own, he guided his erection to the opening of Sark's ass and pushed all of his length inside. Sark yelped at the un-lubricated pain he felt burning from behind. Jack ground into Sark wanting to make him cry out just as he had done to Constance.
He saw her face tear stained and weepy as Sark had come inside her and he wanted to see Sark express the same hurt and terror. He turned Sark over onto his back, grabbed his legs and put them over his own shoulders. He pumped at Sark harder and harder grunting as he felt the young mans muscles clench against him. Sark was enjoying the all so familiar feeling of another man in his skin but afraid that Jack would stop, he kept his enjoyment under wrapped. He even put on a show to excite the older man more by wincing and crying out.
The truth was this excited Jack more than he thought it would and he pumped harder at Sark wanting him to scream out for him to stop. He wanted this to be punishment and slammed into the younger man. Dirt and grit scratching at his knees. Rubbing against each other writhing in the filth, the two men heaved as they felt each other's skin. Connected for these minutes, Sark wanted it to never end and deep down he knew that Jack felt the same. Jack knew he wasn't going to hold on for much longer and he wanted this punishment to last so he pulled out of Sark and moved on up to his face putting his dick into Sark's mouth stroking at it as if it were just another whole.
Surprised to find no gag reflex Jack started to suspect Sark was a little more accustomed to this feeling than he was letting on but he didn't stop, only thrust more into Sark's mouth now knowing that he could take it. The feeling of Sark's tongue sliding over him was bringing Jack closer and closer to the brink of explosion. He reached forward and held Sark's nose and mouth shut around his hardness and came with a loud grunt as Sark was forced to swallow the bitter liquid having no other way to breath again.
The truth was he would have swallowed it anyway. Jack tasted better than anyone he had ever had the pleasure to try. Jack released his grip on Sark and pulled his trousers up. Waiting for Sark to shout or fight, he got ready to defend himself. He knew that what he had done was wrong. He knew that he should have simply shot him or fought him down but he had wanted to see that face in pain. He had wanted to make him suffer for what he had done.
Sark simply pulled his pants closed, turned around and said "mmm... now I know why Irina enjoyed your farce of a marriage so much." Disgusted with Sark and with himself, Jack ran back toward the van and sat waiting for the team. "hey Jack are you alright?" Vaughn asked as the team loaded up into the van moments after his return. "yes I'm fine. Did you find Sark?" he asked already knowing they hadn't. "yes we did..." Jack turned to face agent Vaughn. "...he gave himself up a few minutes ago and agreed to tell us everything that he knows about the covenant." Vaughn continued. A shocked Jack sat in the van and let a younger agent bandage up his arms while thinking about what Sark could possibly want. Was he going to tell them what Jack had done? Was he going to try and blackmail him? Then a sudden thought dawned on him..."Sark had swallowed all the evidence!"
