YET ANOTHER HEROES ANONYMOUS KINK MEME
In celebration of my return to bad-tv-boyfriend Heroes, I present to you all:
Yet Another Heroes Anonymous Kink Meme
RULES OF ENGAGEMENT:
1) ALL characters MUST be 16 or older and sentient (ie, no beastiality unless someone's a werewolf) to play.
2) NO "seconding" prompts! It's annoying to the prompter and the readers, and I will delete any " ( Read more... )
Yet Another Heroes Anonymous Kink Meme
RULES OF ENGAGEMENT:
1) ALL characters MUST be 16 or older and sentient (ie, no beastiality unless someone's a werewolf) to play.
2) NO "seconding" prompts! It's annoying to the prompter and the readers, and I will delete any " ( Read more... )
Alejandro’s ability may not have revolved around learning languages, but he proved to be a fairly quick study. As they drove on without encountering any more surprises, Maya patiently tried to teach her brother basic English, but their rapid, enthusiastic discussions in mixed languages bored Sylar. However, he did notice that Alejandro started using words like “hello”, “sister”, and “yes” in Sylar’s company, and by the time they made it to Virginia, he could say simple sentences in English if he really wanted to.
Sylar slept for most of the time on the road. When he was awake, he was either talking to Maya, fantasizing about Alejandro, trying not to fantasize about him, or keeping a lookout for trouble in the passenger’s seat. He kept his distance from Alejandro, but there was only so much space between them as they traveled together. The tension between them whenever they were stuck in the car was like an intense, new form of heat, and even though Sylar continually forced himself to ignore the other man, he found himself licking his lips whenever he caught Alejandro glancing in his direction. When they’d make pit stops, Sylar would slowly fasten his lips around the mouths of water bottles, and he’d catch Alejandro staring at him from the corner of his eye.
He could handle this. He didn’t let Alejandro fluster him, but at the same time, he couldn’t get the idea of blowing Alejandro out of his mind. He chewed toothpicks for hours, he savored the taste of real food on his tongue, he did anything and everything to try to keep himself distracted. As he gnawed on his lips, having already gone through his last toothpick, Sylar tried to keep himself from thinking about Alejandro’s attention on his mouth, and instead, Sylar kept maintaining focus on his future plans - more importantly, on getting his ability back.
It was hard, but he could do it. When Sylar would be done with Maya and Alejandro, he could forget all about this troublesome roadtrip, and he wouldn’t have to dwell anymore on his own sordid fantasy of going down on the latter twin.
Sylar was starting to feel pretty damn confident of how things would all turn out for him, until Alejandro confronted him with the article about his dead mother.
Sylar watched the other man leave the motel room in disgust, then turned his attention to Maya while burying his disappointment as far as it would go. That had been what he wanted, hadn't it? To get Alejandro out of the way? He had been too much of a distraction, plus his power hadn’t been all that interesting to Sylar anyway, even though he would have taken it in a heartbeat if he only could.
And yet… And yet.
After opening the door and getting attacked by Alejandro later that night, Sylar grinned to himself. No, this is what he truly wanted - had been wanting ever since he caught glimpses Alejandro looking where he knew he wasn’t supposed to look.
Sylar’s back slammed against the wall. A picture fell off its hinges and crashed to the floor. Sylar might not have been the strongest person in the world, but he could get the upper hand if he tried hard enough.
“I’m taking my sister!” Alejandro told him harshly, and that was when Sylar snapped.
He pushed Alejandro away, sending the other man stumbling over his own feet until he bumped into the mattress of the bed. His legs gave out from under him, and he landed on his back. He quickly began to get up again, but Sylar launched himself onto the bed and pinned Alejandro down. He spread his thighs apart, planting each knee on either side of Alejandro’s legs, and he waited until Alejandro’s kicking slowed to a halt.
Their face inches away from each other, Sylar smirked as he took in Alejandro’s furious expression.
“You shouldn’t have come back,” he said, taking hold of Alejandro’s struggling arms and pressing them down, crossing the wrists above Alejandro's head. “Although, I have to say, I’m glad you did.”
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“I know you’ve been looking at me, this whole time,” Sylar told him. “I thought you wanted this.”
“I want”, Alejandro hissed, jerking his body against Sylar’s as much as he could, “for you to get off.”
Sylar broke through the small amount of distance that separated them. He leaned down even further, kissing Alejandro roughly with the mouth that was the focal point of Alejandro's obsession. Alejandro didn’t stop protesting with his body, but his head sank back in reception of the kiss. A second later, he began pushing back, forcing his tongue into Sylar’s mouth, exploring it fervently until Sylar grunted softly and promptly pulled away from his lips.
“No!” Alejandro groaned in frustration. “Tu boca… Deseo… Me odio, pero -”
Sylar exhaled sharply in response. “Whatever you’re saying, I think I already know what you want. My mouth, right?” He would have pointed to it, but he was still busy keeping Alejandro arms pinned down on the bed, just in case.
“Mouth…” Alejandro repeated the word. “Sí… yes. Please.”
Sylar snorted a little, amused at the position he had found himself in.
“You want me to…” Sylar flicked his eyes down to where his pants met Alejandro’s. “Put my mouth there, right?”
“Yes!” Alejandro exclaimed, straining underneath Sylar’s weight. He could already sense that Alejandro was stiffening underneath him - meanwhile, his limbs still pushed up against Sylar’s hold, but not as much as before.
Sylar quickly lifted his torso up from Alejandro, freeing his wrists, but he didn’t get off the bed - not yet. He straightened his back, but he was still straddling the man underneath him.
Alejandro shot him a puzzled expression when he started to unbuckle his pants. He’d just started to get hard himself, and after taking out his dick and giving it a couple of short jerks with his hand, he met Alejandro’s eyes.
“You first,” he said, and he knew that Alejandro understood him.
Alejandro licked his lips nervously, which kicked up Sylar’s state of arousal a couple more notches. Alejandro propped himself up a little with his hands, and Sylar slowly disengaged himself, wincing a little as he shifted to get off the bed.
“That’s it,” he muttered coaxingly, his feet falling onto the floor and steadying himself before he began to pace backward. “Yes, Alejandro. I’ve been looking at your mouth for quite some time myself, and I can’t wait to find out what you’ll do with it.”
Alejandro sank to the floor on his knees, then lifted his body a little to line his mouth up with Sylar’s cock. He hesitated for a moment or two, then, closing his eyes, he parted his soft lips, and closed his mouth around the head.
Sylar drew in a deep breath. Alejandro pushed his mouth further down the length of the shaft, getting right to the sucking without bothering to tease Sylar, but his pacing was good, and - fuck. Sylar’s hips twitched just the slightest bit when he felt the tips of Alejandro’s teeth tracing the edges of his cock.
After bracing himself, he growled out, “No,” as he reached down to grab a handful of Alejandro’s damp hair. He gave a good, sharp tug, and Alejandro’s eyes flew open in surprise.
“Look at me,” Sylar ordered him, and, while continuing - slowly but steadily - Alejandro complied.
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The corners of Sylar’s lips twitched upward as the speed of his breathing increased.
“Faster,” he commanded, and Alejandro must have understood that, because his lips pressed down harder as he bobbed his head up and down, gazing up at Sylar’s mouth the entire time. Sylar wished he’d had a spare toothpick, but then again, if he was chewing on one, he might break it and swallow the pieces - that was how close he was to coming. He wanted to do it in Alejandro’s mouth, pop directly at the back of his throat. Get him back for punching Sylar in the face, making his gums bleed, filling his head with fantasies of moments like this one.
He applied more pressure to Alejandro’s head, spreading his palm over Alejandro’s hair, and pushing him so that he was swallowing more and more of Sylar’s cock. Alejandro tried not to break eye contact with Sylar the whole time, but at that point, Sylar didn’t care anymore, he was finally being sucked off by this man and it felt so good, so right, and he was about to -
Alejandro unleashed a muffled moan as Sylar came, shooting into Alejandro’s mouth and running down the back of his throat. Alejandro struggled to break away at the last second, but Sylar held Alejandro’s head firmly with both hands, relishing in the warmth pressing in on all sides as he rode out his orgasm.
Alejandro lifted his arms, and pushed Sylar away from him. Sylar’s dick popped out of his mouth, dripping and already going soft again. He breathlessly stumbled backward to support himself against the wall of the motel room.
The two men took a few moments to regain control; Alejandro visibly tried to not retch while he was doubled over on the floor as Sylar slowed his breathing and zipped up his pants.
When Alejandro shot a mixed look of fury and desire up at Sylar’s face, he managed to smile again - it was shaky, but sly.
“That was… good,” he said as casually as he could. “And now, I think it’s your turn.”
Alejandro wiped his lips with the back of his hand, continuing to glare at Sylar. But he didn’t try to get up, or shift his position on the floor.
Sylar lowered himself to Alejandro. This time, he did all the work, as Alejandro watched in silence.
He opened Alejandro’s pants, taking his time. He was going to draw this all out for the doomed man. He was going to go down on Alejandro, and it was going to make the long, long trip up here worthwhile. He already began to plan how he would flick his tongue out against the head of Alejandro’s cock, teasing him like he’d teased him before with all the toothpick-chewing and sucking down on bottled water. He was going to let Alejandro watch, because Alejandro had gotten Sylar off first. It would only be fair.
He knew Alejandro wouldn’t last that long; he'd get off even faster than Sylar had. A few quick licks and a minute or two of sucking, and Alejandro would soon be jerking and writhing around Sylar's coveted lips.
Sylar was going to make it count. He’d been wanting to do this for a while, but afterward… Alejandro would be no more. He’d attacked Sylar for the second time during their trip - he'd wanted to take Maya away with him - and that wouldn’t do at all. Sylar felt a tiny pang of disappointment as he swirled his tongue around and down, from Alejandro’s corona to his balls, but he knew that in the end, killing Alejandro would all work out in Sylar’s favor.
After tonight, he could always go back to toothpicks.
[Hope that's something along the lines of what you had in mind! I also wanted to note that in this situation, Maya was too busy doing something in her room (dirty!) to check in with Sylar. Ooorr she went to his door later, after he'd already killed Alejandro :(]
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fantastic all around is what I'm trying to say.
<3
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