Dirigo by Speranza (NC-17)

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Fandom: THE DEAD ZONE
Pairing: Johnny Smith/Walt Bannerman/Sarah Bannerman
Author on LJ: cesperanza
Author Website: Speranza's Fiction
Why this must be read:

Is there anything quite as awkward as your ex-fiancee's husband finding out that you and said ex-fiancee slept together? Well, how about having very vivid visions of you and said husband sleeping together? In Dirigo, Johnny, Walt, and Sarah keep trying to stay away from each other, but events draw them together. And all the while, impending armageddon inches closer and closer, while Johnny stands in the sidelines of the present. Unless they can find a way to save themselves, they all stand to lose everything they hold dear.

Walt pushed unsteadily back from the table, stood up, and stabbed his finger at Sarah. "So maybe J.J. goes to live with Johnny for a little while--"

"Sarah, don't worry," Johnny murmured. "That's not going to happen."

"--what's the big deal? It's all in the family, right? We're just one big happy family here, all of us. You can share your son, right? Oh. Wait," and Walt's face became a parody of dawning comprehension. "You haven't had to share anything."

"Walt," Johnny said warningly, and took a step toward him; he couldn't let Walt attack Sarah like this. "You're going to feel like shit about this in the morning. Stop before you break something you can't fix."

"Why the hell are you taking her side?" Walt demanded, throwing his arms out in frustration. "You have to share, I have to share--what the hell is she sharing? This is a lousy love triangle, man; you and me, we're getting shafted. Fuck, we ought to--just to--" and Johnny instinctively raised his hands as Walt staggered toward him, prepared to duck or protect his face if Walt threw a punch. But he was utterly unprepared for Walt to grab him, pull him close, and kiss him.

The kiss was hostile, punishing, really almost a punch, and Johnny flailed blindly and tried to shove Walt away--

--but Walt's hands were sliding up his body, warm and kind of grabby, pushing him back steadily until his back was at the wall. Johnny pushed his hands against Walt's chest, but Walt leaned into him, hot and hard, trapping Johnny's hands between them. Walt was kissing him, hands sliding into Johnny's hair, tilting his head back--

--and Johnny moaned, and slid his hands up Walt's chest, pausing to clutch at Walt's shoulders before sliding one arm around his neck--

--and pulling him close, and Christ, who was he? What was this? Was he somehow inhabiting Sarah's body, or was Walt really kissing him? Walt's tongue was gently coaxing Johnny's mouth open, and Walt's hips were rhythmically grinding against his--and suddenly Johnny's hips caught the rhythm. He tightened his arm around Walt's neck, opened his mouth, and stroked his tongue against Walt's--

Dirigo