Dark Touch
He's never known the warmth of a fatherly hug, so this is something Sark never thinks about.
He wants a different kind of touch.
Jack Bristow is dark, strong and silent. He is the kind of man that wouldn’t mind hurting you as the two of them writhe naked in the dark. Bodies tangled in an impure embrace dance in Sark's mind, maybe adorned with a casual kiss or two. It hurts, and they both love it.
Nothing on his eyes or body betrays his thoughts about the man in front of him. Sark walks away, dark thoughts with him.