Notes: I don't know a thing about Alias, except what Sistersleep and a few others have told me, but I love the character of Sark. It's almost enough to get me into a new fandom, but I'm holding out, for the moment. This AU is pure sex - hot, steamy and dangerous. A perfect combination. I love Keller, so real, so deadly, so in character, and I've been told that Sistersleep has captured Sark just as well. I'm not surprised. She's good like that. So if you like your sex just shy of lethal, this is a good combination for you. There are only the two right now, and she's said that there won't be more, but I keep my fingers crossed, 'cause I'd love to see another one, and besides, she has been known to give in to peer pressure...let her know if you like these, you never know.
Excerpt: From Cat and Mouse
Chris's hands slipped over the head of the man on his knees. Down through soft blonde tufts of hair, he just couldn't stop them. So lost in the harsh wet suck, skilled and relentless with just that tinge of soft that made him gasp. He didn't even notice that betraying slide of his palms until soft skin was under them. The flutter of a pulse right there under the pads of his thumbs.
He shifted his grip to something less dangerously tempting, rubbing his thumbs up, feeling the work of the jaw, the source of that sweet wet noise that was thrumming in his ears along with the rush the action generating that dirty noise was causing.
So sweet. So pure. So good. A thrill to match that of the con. For money or hearts. It was all the same. All about getting off, getting to *feel* something, getting ahead.
Getting head from some pretty blue-eyed college boy. This one was slightly different. Crisp clean accent that matched the smart sharp clothes. Probably on break or not long graduated from some fancy schmancy school in England.
Chris couldn't look down to see those blue eyes though. Wouldn't. This felt too good to ruin with that dirty shame. With the knowledge of what was so good, of what he really wanted. What he always wanted.
It was never enough. They never loved him long enough, strongly enough. Never gave enough of themselves. He always needed more. Took too much.
And this...he wasn't supposed to play with boys. Men.
If he just closed his eyes, didn't look down, if he just felt it. Let it wash over him.
A mouth was a mouth was a mouth.
It didn't matter here.
But his grip slid back down...down to that beautiful pulse thumping under his power. At his mercy. Waves of heat pulsed through him with it. He needed more.