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Title: Dust Man.
Characters: Eden/Sylar
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1,493
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: He always comes to visit at her call.
Note: Gift!fic for Dana! You said make up sex and it sort of is. Slightly LA!Eden in this. I hope you like :)
Her travelling man was here again, standing in her doorway with road dust still on his coat. She can see it in his eyelashes when he stalks forward to her with a needful growl, crushing her smaller body to his and pushing her back. His hands roam over her body, palming her breasts, run over her backside to cup her sex and then falls to his knees, hands inspecting her legs and then tugs her underwear down. When he rises fluidly again there is a calmness there, an assurance.
Her hands brush through his hair and his eyes close in pleasure. He comes to her, comes and claims her over and over like an animal, inspecting her for another‘s touch. “You’re not going to sniff me?” Her voice is a leer, mocking.
His mouth twists in distaste. He hates being thought of as beastly, to uncouth. But he was, from his teeth to his hair to his deceptively soft puppyish face that could shift into something wild in a second. She loved it, her body in his hands; all other men treated her like she was the doll she appeared to be. He could handle her like she was a throw toy so controlled were his crafty hands. Hard but not hurting.
“You never complained before.” He trails his finger down her nose, to her mouth and then along her teeth. “You beg me…”
She twists out of his hold and backs away, eyebrow raised. “I shouldn’t have to. I want you here where I can have you whenever I please.” Her voice, often sarcastic, holds a hint of humour but also complete truth. That girl she was, the one she became and then left behind was still there. A voice at that back of her head that demands that she must have everything she desired no matter the moral implication. He got that.
He sighs, shrugging out of his coat and hangs it up. When he turns back he looks almost bored. “I told you before this started that I travel. It’s something I have to do. I don’t like being in one place, not anymore.”
She knew that, knew the importance of that difference he now makes. But sometimes she sees him rise a hand to push up none existence glasses and shows shock and sadness that he has none, she sees that his transformation is not as complete as hers. She’s on her third now…
“I know that but it doesn’t make it right. I won’t wait forever, I’m not stone.” She knew he would react to that and if she was honest with herself that was half the reason she did. Shocking him, making him angry or happy was when she felt it was really him.
His head lowers and he peers at her from under his eyebrows. “Are you giving me an ultimatum?” His voice is a low rumble and her tummy squeezes, her sex throbs at the sound. He comes towards her again, eyes like coals. “I’m not going anywhere, I can’t even if I wanted to…” The predatory gleam in his eyes starts to fade with confusion and Eden quickly places her hands flat on his chest, rubbing her hand downwards. Her eyes peer at him coyly as her fingers traces the rim of his belt buckle.
“The last time you were here you shouted at me, you said I talk to much, ordering.” She laughs because it was true, mostly crap but she had a voice and she liked to hear it, as conceited as that sounds. Eden pouts her lip slightly and he imitates it.
“You said I talk about myself to much”
“And still don’t tell me anything.” She smiles at him, not really judging. He looks at her with a growing gentleness but that’s not what she wants. She leans back, fingers curled around his belt so that his jeans gape open. “So you‘re completely chaste when gone from me?”
“Practically asexual.” His expression says otherwise, as does the bulge in his pants. He reaches for her hand and curls her fingers towards her palm and then lifts it to his mouth. His lips press firmly to her knuckles and he looks at her over them. “You better be the same when I’m not here. Completely.”
He had made her promise, an oath that she wasn’t to give in and touch herself. He wanted her release, he wanted to have that all to himself. Eden quirks a smile and then slides her thin hand down into his pants, under his boxers and touches his hot erection. “I haven’t, so you better make it up to me. All the times I’ve wanted to but held back.” She glides to fingers down and then around his head and he presses his hand against hers, through his jeans.
“I will but me first. Now.” Commands make her laugh, other people ordering her always will. She falls to her knees and pulls his jeans down his legs and then his boxers. His penis stands rigid and ready and she moves to take the head into her mouth, sucking. He sighs and leans back against the wall as she moves up and down his length, tonguing the underside. Her eyes peer up at him and sees that he’s watching compulsively. He loved her doing this to him, he was to vain to ignore the autoerotic delight of seeing himself pleasured by another.
His hands grip her head, small and frail like a birds and rests them lightly within her short hair as she sucks tightly against his shaft, bobbing faster and faster. As he feels that first tingle begin he starts to lower himself down and she pulls away from him with a pop. He kisses her hungrily, tongue in her mouth to taste himself before pushing her down on to her side. She regards him with a hooded gaze before twisting around until her mouth was latching onto his cock again and her groin was by his face. He thrusts softly between her lips as his hands travel up her bare legs, pushing up her skirt to reveal her sex. He moves closer and inhales her scent and lays a tender kiss to the inside of her thigh, spreading them. Eden moans around his penis and his eyes roll back as the vibration hums along his length. He grips her behind, pushing her closer and proceeds to swipe a long slow lick along her vulva, from her clitoris to the entrance he aches to be in.
Her fingernails dig into his thighs and he feels the faint traces of her teeth grazing along his sensitive skin as he swirls the tip of his tongue around her clit, then lays it flat and hard against her so that she tries to thrust against him. As his tongue continues to tease her he lazily slides two fingers between her labia to the wetness there and then pushes them into her roughly, feeling her walls clench and grow lax around him. Her mouth leaves him then and he growls in warning as she gasps to speak, the lose of her mouth jarring. When he feels again the wet warmth he proceeds to service her vigorously, fingers fucking and tongue gyrating non stop so that she makes mewing noises in her throat.
His penis is a white hot rod now, thrusting hard into her mouth and she accepts him deeper, breath blowing from her nose as regulated as possible to swallow his length. Both their hips and pelvis thrust faster against the other and when he suckles on her she screams, releasing him and gyrates hard and uncontrolled; her hand going down to touch herself but he grips it and works her until the last jerk of her hips still. She sighs in contentment and then shocks him by swallowing his length completely, taking him deep every time. He feels her fingers cupping his balls and then pressing against his perineum he moans loudly and can’t control himself anymore. He bucks so hard she has to pump the base of his cock with her fist and suck at his head until he spills suddenly into her eager mouth.
They remain like that, panting and curled together. But when he gets his breath back he pulls her to him and gathers her up, her check pressed to his pounding chest and she tightens her arms around him. Finally she speaks.
“If you would just let me come with -”
“No!” He shouts it as he grabs her arms and she gasps sharply. He stares at her with something like fear but his mouth is set in angry lines. “No, you wouldn’t like it, what I do. I like that I come back here, that you’ll be here. You call and I come.” He kisses her mouth again and he’s right, more then he‘ll ever know. She lays her head beside his heart, finger idly playing over it.
“Come to me again, always come back again…”
Characters: Eden/Sylar
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1,493
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: He always comes to visit at her call.
Note: Gift!fic for Dana! You said make up sex and it sort of is. Slightly LA!Eden in this. I hope you like :)
Her travelling man was here again, standing in her doorway with road dust still on his coat. She can see it in his eyelashes when he stalks forward to her with a needful growl, crushing her smaller body to his and pushing her back. His hands roam over her body, palming her breasts, run over her backside to cup her sex and then falls to his knees, hands inspecting her legs and then tugs her underwear down. When he rises fluidly again there is a calmness there, an assurance.
Her hands brush through his hair and his eyes close in pleasure. He comes to her, comes and claims her over and over like an animal, inspecting her for another‘s touch. “You’re not going to sniff me?” Her voice is a leer, mocking.
His mouth twists in distaste. He hates being thought of as beastly, to uncouth. But he was, from his teeth to his hair to his deceptively soft puppyish face that could shift into something wild in a second. She loved it, her body in his hands; all other men treated her like she was the doll she appeared to be. He could handle her like she was a throw toy so controlled were his crafty hands. Hard but not hurting.
“You never complained before.” He trails his finger down her nose, to her mouth and then along her teeth. “You beg me…”
She twists out of his hold and backs away, eyebrow raised. “I shouldn’t have to. I want you here where I can have you whenever I please.” Her voice, often sarcastic, holds a hint of humour but also complete truth. That girl she was, the one she became and then left behind was still there. A voice at that back of her head that demands that she must have everything she desired no matter the moral implication. He got that.
He sighs, shrugging out of his coat and hangs it up. When he turns back he looks almost bored. “I told you before this started that I travel. It’s something I have to do. I don’t like being in one place, not anymore.”
She knew that, knew the importance of that difference he now makes. But sometimes she sees him rise a hand to push up none existence glasses and shows shock and sadness that he has none, she sees that his transformation is not as complete as hers. She’s on her third now…
“I know that but it doesn’t make it right. I won’t wait forever, I’m not stone.” She knew he would react to that and if she was honest with herself that was half the reason she did. Shocking him, making him angry or happy was when she felt it was really him.
His head lowers and he peers at her from under his eyebrows. “Are you giving me an ultimatum?” His voice is a low rumble and her tummy squeezes, her sex throbs at the sound. He comes towards her again, eyes like coals. “I’m not going anywhere, I can’t even if I wanted to…” The predatory gleam in his eyes starts to fade with confusion and Eden quickly places her hands flat on his chest, rubbing her hand downwards. Her eyes peer at him coyly as her fingers traces the rim of his belt buckle.
“The last time you were here you shouted at me, you said I talk to much, ordering.” She laughs because it was true, mostly crap but she had a voice and she liked to hear it, as conceited as that sounds. Eden pouts her lip slightly and he imitates it.
“You said I talk about myself to much”
“And still don’t tell me anything.” She smiles at him, not really judging. He looks at her with a growing gentleness but that’s not what she wants. She leans back, fingers curled around his belt so that his jeans gape open. “So you‘re completely chaste when gone from me?”
“Practically asexual.” His expression says otherwise, as does the bulge in his pants. He reaches for her hand and curls her fingers towards her palm and then lifts it to his mouth. His lips press firmly to her knuckles and he looks at her over them. “You better be the same when I’m not here. Completely.”
He had made her promise, an oath that she wasn’t to give in and touch herself. He wanted her release, he wanted to have that all to himself. Eden quirks a smile and then slides her thin hand down into his pants, under his boxers and touches his hot erection. “I haven’t, so you better make it up to me. All the times I’ve wanted to but held back.” She glides to fingers down and then around his head and he presses his hand against hers, through his jeans.
“I will but me first. Now.” Commands make her laugh, other people ordering her always will. She falls to her knees and pulls his jeans down his legs and then his boxers. His penis stands rigid and ready and she moves to take the head into her mouth, sucking. He sighs and leans back against the wall as she moves up and down his length, tonguing the underside. Her eyes peer up at him and sees that he’s watching compulsively. He loved her doing this to him, he was to vain to ignore the autoerotic delight of seeing himself pleasured by another.
His hands grip her head, small and frail like a birds and rests them lightly within her short hair as she sucks tightly against his shaft, bobbing faster and faster. As he feels that first tingle begin he starts to lower himself down and she pulls away from him with a pop. He kisses her hungrily, tongue in her mouth to taste himself before pushing her down on to her side. She regards him with a hooded gaze before twisting around until her mouth was latching onto his cock again and her groin was by his face. He thrusts softly between her lips as his hands travel up her bare legs, pushing up her skirt to reveal her sex. He moves closer and inhales her scent and lays a tender kiss to the inside of her thigh, spreading them. Eden moans around his penis and his eyes roll back as the vibration hums along his length. He grips her behind, pushing her closer and proceeds to swipe a long slow lick along her vulva, from her clitoris to the entrance he aches to be in.
Her fingernails dig into his thighs and he feels the faint traces of her teeth grazing along his sensitive skin as he swirls the tip of his tongue around her clit, then lays it flat and hard against her so that she tries to thrust against him. As his tongue continues to tease her he lazily slides two fingers between her labia to the wetness there and then pushes them into her roughly, feeling her walls clench and grow lax around him. Her mouth leaves him then and he growls in warning as she gasps to speak, the lose of her mouth jarring. When he feels again the wet warmth he proceeds to service her vigorously, fingers fucking and tongue gyrating non stop so that she makes mewing noises in her throat.
His penis is a white hot rod now, thrusting hard into her mouth and she accepts him deeper, breath blowing from her nose as regulated as possible to swallow his length. Both their hips and pelvis thrust faster against the other and when he suckles on her she screams, releasing him and gyrates hard and uncontrolled; her hand going down to touch herself but he grips it and works her until the last jerk of her hips still. She sighs in contentment and then shocks him by swallowing his length completely, taking him deep every time. He feels her fingers cupping his balls and then pressing against his perineum he moans loudly and can’t control himself anymore. He bucks so hard she has to pump the base of his cock with her fist and suck at his head until he spills suddenly into her eager mouth.
They remain like that, panting and curled together. But when he gets his breath back he pulls her to him and gathers her up, her check pressed to his pounding chest and she tightens her arms around him. Finally she speaks.
“If you would just let me come with -”
“No!” He shouts it as he grabs her arms and she gasps sharply. He stares at her with something like fear but his mouth is set in angry lines. “No, you wouldn’t like it, what I do. I like that I come back here, that you’ll be here. You call and I come.” He kisses her mouth again and he’s right, more then he‘ll ever know. She lays her head beside his heart, finger idly playing over it.
“Come to me again, always come back again…”