Keeping Secrets<br>by PEJA<br><br>Fandom: MASH<br>Pairing: Hawkeye Pierce/Sam Flagg, Hawkeye Pierce/B.J. Hunnicutt<br>Portrayed by: Alan Alda/Edward Winter, Alan Alda/Mike Farrell<br>Category: Slash<br>Rating: FRAO<br>Status: complete<br>
Spoilers: maybe for the Flagg ep's <br>Series/Sequel: oh plllleeeease<br>Brief Summary: Hawkeye has a secret life and a secret love<br>Warnings:<br>Notes/acknowledgments: Dedictated to Lisa, who issued a ten minute challenge using the word cheated. <br>
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<br><br>The lash bites like a cobra striking again and again, peppering my back and thighs with acidic strips of burning punishment. And after each punishing bow I murmur a tearful "Number ten, sir. Thank you, sir. Number eleven, sir. Thank you sir." He's nearing the end now. <br>
<br>Thirteen. <br><br>Fourteen. <br><br>Fifteen.<br><br>"Beautiful," His hands grip my hips and I can feel him so close, the heat of his body adding to the heat in my back. "So very beautiful<br><br>How I've missed this. Needed this.<br>
<br>His tongue traces one of the searing brands of his ownership and I bite down hard on my lip to keep the whimper of anguished pleasure from breaking the silence he demanded.<br><br>For a moment I wonder if he's pretending I'm Hunnicutt. If he considers these hours we steal for ourselves moments of cheating. Is the time we claim for ourselves really a betrayal of his lover when its the only way we can heal our two languishing souls. And make no mistake these hours we keep secret are our salvation.<br>
<br>His because he sees so much pain, so much death, so much despair. Life has cheated him of joy. The life and times we live in have stolen his control. <br><br>I give him back that control. With me, he can release all the horrors his beautiful eyes hold. Our stolen moments keep him sane. <br>
<br>And for me, oh God, his master's touch is so...aware. So much like I imagine a lover's touch to be. It cradles my black soul and cleanses it, if only for the moment. He keeps me human. Keeps me aware in all the pretense, all the lies, that Sam Flagg does still exist. Can still feel. <br>
<br>Can still love.<br><br>and that is one secret I will never tell.<br><br>end<br><br>a little feedback would be nice...and if there is interest in a new MASH list, tell me<br><br clear="all"><br>-- <br>PEJA<br>The wwomb archive <a href="http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php">http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php</a> accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us<br>
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