Needy
Title: Needy
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Luke
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Wordcount: 2,027
Spoilers: Do you know who Luke Campbell and Sylar are? Then you’re good.
Warnings: PWP
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
A/N: This was written for perdiccas’ personal kink meme and the lukexsylar comment fic for the prompt: “D/s but switch it up, Luke’s the dom, Sylar’s the sub.”
Summary: Sylar asks Luke for something very specific, and Luke finds he rather likes it… a lot.
“Oh yeah, I can do that,” Luke said, eyes lighting up. There probably wasn’t anything he didn’t know about sex… or at least nothing that he hadn’t looked up on the internet at least three or four times. With pictures. And video. With sound. Even so…
“But uh… why?”
Sylar gave him an amused glance, supremely condescending considering what he was asking for. “I’ve been working hard. I think I deserve a little mental vacation. Of course, if you don’t think you can handle it-.”
“I can handle it,” Luke said, standing and squaring his shoulders. He wanted to add, “Can you?” but that would have been kinda lame, even for him.
“So?” Sylar raised an eyebrow in challenge.
“What’s your safeword?” Luke asked in return, trying to sound casual. No one had ever asked him for something like this before, but he’d had daydreams about it for probably longer than was healthy.
Sylar considered for a moment, and smirked. “Mary.”
“Yeah, that’ll stop my sex drive in its tracks,” Luke muttered. Sylar chuckled, and then looked at Luke expectantly.
“Anything in particular you want?” Luke asked, trying to quell nervousness.
Sylar just took a few deep breaths and said, “Luke, just tell me what to do.”
Luke felt dizzy for a moment as all his blood abruptly detoured to his dick.
“Shirt off,” he croaked out, licking his lips a bit when Sylar stripped without a moment’s hesitation, throwing his t-shirt in the corner of the motel room. Luke stepped closer, staring at Sylar’s chest, the pattern of the dark hair, the definition in his muscles, almost half-expecting Sylar to swat at him for looking.
But he wouldn’t. Not this time. Emboldened, Luke put his hand flat on Sylar’s chest, tracing over his skin. Sylar looked like he was going to say something, voice a protest, and Luke spoke first. “Don’t talk unless I give you permission.”
Sylar shivered at that, closing his eyes, and his skin briefly erupted in gooseflesh. Oh… hell yes.
“Kneel.” Sylar dropped to his knees, looking up at him, and Luke ran his hand through Sylar’s hair, gripping a handful and pulling his head back. Sylar’s eyes were dilated, dark with something Luke hoped was lust.
That was hot. Luke leaned down and kissed him, first reveling in the feel of his mouth on Sylar’s, then getting annoyed at his captive’s passivity.
“Kiss back,” he commanded, and Sylar slowly began to respond. It wasn’t enough. “Like you fucking mean it!”
Sylar responded instantly, mouth going hard, latching onto Luke’s like he was drowning. Luke kept his hand tight in Sylar’s hair, keeping him from pulling away, and wrapped his tongue around Sylar’s, sucking greedily. It was only when he felt a faint pressure on his shoes, that Sylar had surreptitiously moved close enough to him to try to press up against his legs, that he stopped.
“What, trying to get off?” Luke said scornfully. It’s exactly what he might have done, trying to get close enough to hump up against something, to get that last little bit of friction. Sylar remained silent, eyes slightly glassy, and Luke belated remembered his previous command.
“Answer me when I ask you a question!” Luke barked.
“Yes,” Sylar said, his answer exploding out of him.
“Yeah… no. Not until I say so, got that?”
“Yes.”
More. Luke wanted more. He didn’t know when he’d have this opportunity again.
“Yes, what?” Luke growled out.
“Yes, master.”
Oh holy fuck, Luke had no idea Sylar was this kinky.
“Strip. Everything off. Now!” Luke said sharply. As hard as it was, he deliberately turned his back on Sylar. Not because he didn’t want to look, because he did. And not because he wanted to give Sylar privacy, because that wasn’t part of this game either. He just wanted to deliberately ignore Sylar for a few minutes, let him know he wasn’t All That. Didn’t want him to think Luke was too eager; that would ruin the game.
And besides, that gave him time to find the lube.
When he turned around a few minutes later, Sylar was still kneeling, sans clothes, and was decidedly interested, his cock red and throbbing.
Luke swallowed and took a couple of deep breaths. Despite the nakedness, Sylar still looked so controlled, so perfect. He wanted to break through that, to see Sylar writhe, whimper, break down like Luke had. He had asked for it, after all.
“Hands and knees,” Luke said, voice even. He walked right up behind Sylar and just waited for a little while. That had always scared him to death when anyone else had done it. Luke never knew if they were going to hit him or cut him or yell at him or something else. Not being able to see when the next blow would fall always made him feel so helpless. And that was the point of this game.
He waited until he saw goosebumps break out Sylar’s back, and bit his lip again. Flipping open the cap on the lube, he slicked up one hand, and then leaned forward to put his dry hand on Sylar’s back. Luke let it heat up, not quite emitting, but not quite normal either. Just enough to make Sylar uncertain, maybe even scared. He couldn’t get injured, but it would hurt.
Another long minute of waiting, excruciating for both of them, and Luke slowly slid his fingers down the crack of Sylar’s ass. He twitched, and Luke pressed one finger into Sylar’s heat without preamble, warning, or apology. Sylar tried to muffle a moan, but didn’t quite succeed. Luke scored his nails down Sylar’s back in warning, watching the skin heal up instantly, and felt Sylar tighten around his fingers.
Yes…
Luke pushed further in, adding a second finger, and wiggled around experimentally for a minute or two, trying his best to ignore Sylar’s base noises. It wasn’t easy. At all. He wanted to just jump up and fuck Sylar senseless, but if he did that, Sylar would have won. Luke had seen the videos, read the articles on the internet; he had to remain cool, calm, in control. And having Sylar moaning and squirming on his fingers, letting himself be violated by Luke, that was so fucking hot he didn’t even need to get into this himself.
Wanted to, yes. Need to, no.
In, out, side to side, exploring, stretching Sylar’s slick, hot inner walls, right up until his fingers slid over a spongy spot that made Sylar moan in a pitch that sent a shock of pure lust right up Luke’s spine. Oh, that spot. Fucking perfect.
“Tell me how much you like it,” Luke growled, gliding a slick fingertip over it again.
“Good-,” Sylar gasped. “Feels good.”
Luke withdrew his fingers a bit, and Sylar whimpered.
“Not good enough. Talk, you bastard!” Luke’s confidence was soaring by the minute. Why hadn’t he done this before?
Sylar shivered all over at Luke’s voice. “Like how it feels. Makes me hard, want to come. Want to…” Sylar trailed off, his voice raspy and breathless.
“What? And it better be the truth,” Luke asked, stroking very lightly over Sylar’s prostate again.
“God! Want to touch myself. Or you. Have you fuck me. Anything!”
Luke’s head was starting to buzz as his dick started to throb faster. This was the best game he’d ever played in his life.
“No, you don’t get any of that.”
“Please!”
Oh fuck, Sylar was begging. But he’d also spoken without permission. Taking a deep breath, Luke pulsed his hand on Sylar’s back, fast, leaving behind scorched skin that healed within seconds.
“I didn’t say you could talk that time.”
Sylar moaned very softly, and his head hung down loosely.
“I’m gonna make you come.”
Luke pressed his fingers in again, then crooked them, pressing a firm knuckle on that spot. Sylar actually cried out, head coming up again, eyes closed, mouth open, face lined and tense as he tried to keep control.
No good. Luke didn’t want him to have control.
Luke stilled his hand for a second, easily sliding his fingers in and out, adding a third just for good measure. Sylar’s moans reached a new pitch, and Luke pressed in again, sliding his knuckle back and forth, right there.
Sylar’s voice cracked and his entire body went tense, frozen, as he tried to hang on.
“I’m gonna make you come, Sylar,” Luke repeated, his free hand sliding up to Sylar’s hair, twining his fingers through it to keep his head up. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it. Luke, please!”
Luke was breathing faster now, his own cock throbbing, trapped in his jeans and aching so fucking good.
“No one else ever did this for you, did they?”
“No!”
Luke yanked hard on Sylar’s hair. “Say that again.”
“No, master.”
“That’s fucking right,” Luke growled, right in Sylar’s ear. God, it was amazing to see Sylar starting to come apart like this. Amazing to realize how good it felt to have Sylar tense and writhing, impaling himself on Luke’s fingers and loving every second of it. He never wanted to give this up.
“No one ever made you feel like this. You couldn’t throw me away, because you needed this, didn’t you?”
“Yes-.” Sylar had to gulp for air. “…master.”
“You needed it so bad. You looked down on me and treated me like shit because that’s what you wanted here and now, isn’t it?”
Sylar nodded. Luke let it slide this time. He was on a roll.
“Mental vacation, my ass. Or your ass.” Luke pressed his finger a little harder and watched Sylar’s face contort as he desperately tried to keep control. “Big, bad, superpowered serial killer just wanted to get his ass played with, isn’t that right? Feels so good, with my fingers in there, doesn’t it? I could just let go and fry you, right here. Bet you’d come from that, right before you screamed, wouldn’t you?”
Sylar had apparently lost the powers of coherent speech, his face was so red and tense he must have been dancing on a knife-edge of control. Luke pulled back just a hair, and watched Sylar relax a few degrees.
“You won’t leave me behind again, because you can’t ask anyone else to do this to you,” Luke said firmly, punctuating his words with random light caresses against Sylar’s prostate. “You do whatever the hell you want outside of these rooms, but once we’re in here, you’re mine. I’ll finger you or fuck you or maybe I won’t do anything. But whatever you get, I give to you. You beat off without my fucking say so and I will show the whole damn world what you are.”
“What am I?” Sylar gasped. Luke fiercely bore down on him again and Sylar’s face contorted in pleasure and pain.
“A needy little bitch,” Luke said softly, right in his ear. “You’re gonna come now, and when you do, you’re mine.”
Luke twisted his fingers, rubbing over and over that spot as fast as he could. Sylar choked, shoving back on Luke’s hand, and clamped down on him, crushing his fingers as Sylar came. He went red all over, muscles tense as Luke watched him spatter an incredibly powerful blast of cum against the carpet. He rode Luke’s hand for long seconds, until his body was spent, and then tried to pull away. Luke wouldn’t let him.
He knew Sylar had to be oversensitive and raw from that, but knew that was part of it, this whole dammed beautiful thing.
“This is mine, you got that? Whenever I want it. It’s mine,” Luke said, wiggling his fingers for emphasis. Sylar nodded slowly, eyes closed, and Luke leaned up to turn Sylar’s head towards him.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded, carding his hand through Sylar’s hair almost gently. Sylar did, and they were dark, haunted, and almost relieved at the same time. Luke drew him into a demanding kiss, feeling the ache in his cock as a distant concern. He’d take care of that later.
Right now he had something much better to take care of.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Luke
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Wordcount: 2,027
Spoilers: Do you know who Luke Campbell and Sylar are? Then you’re good.
Warnings: PWP
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
A/N: This was written for perdiccas’ personal kink meme and the lukexsylar comment fic for the prompt: “D/s but switch it up, Luke’s the dom, Sylar’s the sub.”
Summary: Sylar asks Luke for something very specific, and Luke finds he rather likes it… a lot.
“Oh yeah, I can do that,” Luke said, eyes lighting up. There probably wasn’t anything he didn’t know about sex… or at least nothing that he hadn’t looked up on the internet at least three or four times. With pictures. And video. With sound. Even so…
“But uh… why?”
Sylar gave him an amused glance, supremely condescending considering what he was asking for. “I’ve been working hard. I think I deserve a little mental vacation. Of course, if you don’t think you can handle it-.”
“I can handle it,” Luke said, standing and squaring his shoulders. He wanted to add, “Can you?” but that would have been kinda lame, even for him.
“So?” Sylar raised an eyebrow in challenge.
“What’s your safeword?” Luke asked in return, trying to sound casual. No one had ever asked him for something like this before, but he’d had daydreams about it for probably longer than was healthy.
Sylar considered for a moment, and smirked. “Mary.”
“Yeah, that’ll stop my sex drive in its tracks,” Luke muttered. Sylar chuckled, and then looked at Luke expectantly.
“Anything in particular you want?” Luke asked, trying to quell nervousness.
Sylar just took a few deep breaths and said, “Luke, just tell me what to do.”
Luke felt dizzy for a moment as all his blood abruptly detoured to his dick.
“Shirt off,” he croaked out, licking his lips a bit when Sylar stripped without a moment’s hesitation, throwing his t-shirt in the corner of the motel room. Luke stepped closer, staring at Sylar’s chest, the pattern of the dark hair, the definition in his muscles, almost half-expecting Sylar to swat at him for looking.
But he wouldn’t. Not this time. Emboldened, Luke put his hand flat on Sylar’s chest, tracing over his skin. Sylar looked like he was going to say something, voice a protest, and Luke spoke first. “Don’t talk unless I give you permission.”
Sylar shivered at that, closing his eyes, and his skin briefly erupted in gooseflesh. Oh… hell yes.
“Kneel.” Sylar dropped to his knees, looking up at him, and Luke ran his hand through Sylar’s hair, gripping a handful and pulling his head back. Sylar’s eyes were dilated, dark with something Luke hoped was lust.
That was hot. Luke leaned down and kissed him, first reveling in the feel of his mouth on Sylar’s, then getting annoyed at his captive’s passivity.
“Kiss back,” he commanded, and Sylar slowly began to respond. It wasn’t enough. “Like you fucking mean it!”
Sylar responded instantly, mouth going hard, latching onto Luke’s like he was drowning. Luke kept his hand tight in Sylar’s hair, keeping him from pulling away, and wrapped his tongue around Sylar’s, sucking greedily. It was only when he felt a faint pressure on his shoes, that Sylar had surreptitiously moved close enough to him to try to press up against his legs, that he stopped.
“What, trying to get off?” Luke said scornfully. It’s exactly what he might have done, trying to get close enough to hump up against something, to get that last little bit of friction. Sylar remained silent, eyes slightly glassy, and Luke belated remembered his previous command.
“Answer me when I ask you a question!” Luke barked.
“Yes,” Sylar said, his answer exploding out of him.
“Yeah… no. Not until I say so, got that?”
“Yes.”
More. Luke wanted more. He didn’t know when he’d have this opportunity again.
“Yes, what?” Luke growled out.
“Yes, master.”
Oh holy fuck, Luke had no idea Sylar was this kinky.
“Strip. Everything off. Now!” Luke said sharply. As hard as it was, he deliberately turned his back on Sylar. Not because he didn’t want to look, because he did. And not because he wanted to give Sylar privacy, because that wasn’t part of this game either. He just wanted to deliberately ignore Sylar for a few minutes, let him know he wasn’t All That. Didn’t want him to think Luke was too eager; that would ruin the game.
And besides, that gave him time to find the lube.
When he turned around a few minutes later, Sylar was still kneeling, sans clothes, and was decidedly interested, his cock red and throbbing.
Luke swallowed and took a couple of deep breaths. Despite the nakedness, Sylar still looked so controlled, so perfect. He wanted to break through that, to see Sylar writhe, whimper, break down like Luke had. He had asked for it, after all.
“Hands and knees,” Luke said, voice even. He walked right up behind Sylar and just waited for a little while. That had always scared him to death when anyone else had done it. Luke never knew if they were going to hit him or cut him or yell at him or something else. Not being able to see when the next blow would fall always made him feel so helpless. And that was the point of this game.
He waited until he saw goosebumps break out Sylar’s back, and bit his lip again. Flipping open the cap on the lube, he slicked up one hand, and then leaned forward to put his dry hand on Sylar’s back. Luke let it heat up, not quite emitting, but not quite normal either. Just enough to make Sylar uncertain, maybe even scared. He couldn’t get injured, but it would hurt.
Another long minute of waiting, excruciating for both of them, and Luke slowly slid his fingers down the crack of Sylar’s ass. He twitched, and Luke pressed one finger into Sylar’s heat without preamble, warning, or apology. Sylar tried to muffle a moan, but didn’t quite succeed. Luke scored his nails down Sylar’s back in warning, watching the skin heal up instantly, and felt Sylar tighten around his fingers.
Yes…
Luke pushed further in, adding a second finger, and wiggled around experimentally for a minute or two, trying his best to ignore Sylar’s base noises. It wasn’t easy. At all. He wanted to just jump up and fuck Sylar senseless, but if he did that, Sylar would have won. Luke had seen the videos, read the articles on the internet; he had to remain cool, calm, in control. And having Sylar moaning and squirming on his fingers, letting himself be violated by Luke, that was so fucking hot he didn’t even need to get into this himself.
Wanted to, yes. Need to, no.
In, out, side to side, exploring, stretching Sylar’s slick, hot inner walls, right up until his fingers slid over a spongy spot that made Sylar moan in a pitch that sent a shock of pure lust right up Luke’s spine. Oh, that spot. Fucking perfect.
“Tell me how much you like it,” Luke growled, gliding a slick fingertip over it again.
“Good-,” Sylar gasped. “Feels good.”
Luke withdrew his fingers a bit, and Sylar whimpered.
“Not good enough. Talk, you bastard!” Luke’s confidence was soaring by the minute. Why hadn’t he done this before?
Sylar shivered all over at Luke’s voice. “Like how it feels. Makes me hard, want to come. Want to…” Sylar trailed off, his voice raspy and breathless.
“What? And it better be the truth,” Luke asked, stroking very lightly over Sylar’s prostate again.
“God! Want to touch myself. Or you. Have you fuck me. Anything!”
Luke’s head was starting to buzz as his dick started to throb faster. This was the best game he’d ever played in his life.
“No, you don’t get any of that.”
“Please!”
Oh fuck, Sylar was begging. But he’d also spoken without permission. Taking a deep breath, Luke pulsed his hand on Sylar’s back, fast, leaving behind scorched skin that healed within seconds.
“I didn’t say you could talk that time.”
Sylar moaned very softly, and his head hung down loosely.
“I’m gonna make you come.”
Luke pressed his fingers in again, then crooked them, pressing a firm knuckle on that spot. Sylar actually cried out, head coming up again, eyes closed, mouth open, face lined and tense as he tried to keep control.
No good. Luke didn’t want him to have control.
Luke stilled his hand for a second, easily sliding his fingers in and out, adding a third just for good measure. Sylar’s moans reached a new pitch, and Luke pressed in again, sliding his knuckle back and forth, right there.
Sylar’s voice cracked and his entire body went tense, frozen, as he tried to hang on.
“I’m gonna make you come, Sylar,” Luke repeated, his free hand sliding up to Sylar’s hair, twining his fingers through it to keep his head up. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it. Luke, please!”
Luke was breathing faster now, his own cock throbbing, trapped in his jeans and aching so fucking good.
“No one else ever did this for you, did they?”
“No!”
Luke yanked hard on Sylar’s hair. “Say that again.”
“No, master.”
“That’s fucking right,” Luke growled, right in Sylar’s ear. God, it was amazing to see Sylar starting to come apart like this. Amazing to realize how good it felt to have Sylar tense and writhing, impaling himself on Luke’s fingers and loving every second of it. He never wanted to give this up.
“No one ever made you feel like this. You couldn’t throw me away, because you needed this, didn’t you?”
“Yes-.” Sylar had to gulp for air. “…master.”
“You needed it so bad. You looked down on me and treated me like shit because that’s what you wanted here and now, isn’t it?”
Sylar nodded. Luke let it slide this time. He was on a roll.
“Mental vacation, my ass. Or your ass.” Luke pressed his finger a little harder and watched Sylar’s face contort as he desperately tried to keep control. “Big, bad, superpowered serial killer just wanted to get his ass played with, isn’t that right? Feels so good, with my fingers in there, doesn’t it? I could just let go and fry you, right here. Bet you’d come from that, right before you screamed, wouldn’t you?”
Sylar had apparently lost the powers of coherent speech, his face was so red and tense he must have been dancing on a knife-edge of control. Luke pulled back just a hair, and watched Sylar relax a few degrees.
“You won’t leave me behind again, because you can’t ask anyone else to do this to you,” Luke said firmly, punctuating his words with random light caresses against Sylar’s prostate. “You do whatever the hell you want outside of these rooms, but once we’re in here, you’re mine. I’ll finger you or fuck you or maybe I won’t do anything. But whatever you get, I give to you. You beat off without my fucking say so and I will show the whole damn world what you are.”
“What am I?” Sylar gasped. Luke fiercely bore down on him again and Sylar’s face contorted in pleasure and pain.
“A needy little bitch,” Luke said softly, right in his ear. “You’re gonna come now, and when you do, you’re mine.”
Luke twisted his fingers, rubbing over and over that spot as fast as he could. Sylar choked, shoving back on Luke’s hand, and clamped down on him, crushing his fingers as Sylar came. He went red all over, muscles tense as Luke watched him spatter an incredibly powerful blast of cum against the carpet. He rode Luke’s hand for long seconds, until his body was spent, and then tried to pull away. Luke wouldn’t let him.
He knew Sylar had to be oversensitive and raw from that, but knew that was part of it, this whole dammed beautiful thing.
“This is mine, you got that? Whenever I want it. It’s mine,” Luke said, wiggling his fingers for emphasis. Sylar nodded slowly, eyes closed, and Luke leaned up to turn Sylar’s head towards him.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded, carding his hand through Sylar’s hair almost gently. Sylar did, and they were dark, haunted, and almost relieved at the same time. Luke drew him into a demanding kiss, feeling the ache in his cock as a distant concern. He’d take care of that later.
Right now he had something much better to take care of.