The Bigger They Are...
Title: The Bigger They Are…
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Luke
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Wordcount: 1,279
Spoilers: None really.
Warnings: Luke’s 17 (which is underage in places), slash
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
A/N: Written for the lukexsylar comment fic for the prompt: “Luke and Sylar get to rutting and having a gay old time, when they find out that *gasp* Luke's is actually bigger than Sylar's...”
“Yeah, I- fuck!”
Sylar smiled into the pink flesh of Luke’s neck and went back to sucking the blood to the surface, making Luke arch and rub against him, making him cry out in barely coherent phrases. The kid was just so needy, so easy to please, that a simple kiss or caress from Sylar was enough to set him off. Skin-on-skin, hands sweeping across his pale naked shoulders, wrenching him close enough to feel Luke’s softer muscles against his own was almost as satisfying as Luke’s involuntary cries.
He had earned a little more than that today, and Sylar was ready to give it to him. That gratifying bulge in Luke’s pants nearly every time he was around Sylar deserved a little attention, a reward. Sylar let his hand slip down Luke’s ribs, and Luke canted his hips frantically, pressing hard into Sylar’s groin.
“Nice…” Sylar hissed, tugging Luke by the hair so he could lap and suck right up under his jaw. That reduced the kid to complete incoherence, his hips moving in frantic counterpoint, forcing low moans out of Sylar’s throat as the slide of denim-encased flesh drove him to clutch Luke’s ass firmly, holding him tight to feel him better.
“God, please, Sylar!” Luke whispered, and this time Sylar smirked triumphantly. Coming from his lips, it sounded like a prayer. Pulling away slightly, Sylar slowly slid his hand down to the front of Luke’s jeans, palming his erection. And then he froze.
“Luke, what the hell did you stuff down your pants?” Sylar asked in complete annoyance. The warm bulge under his fingers was far too big to be real, ridiculously so. If Luke was compensating for something, fine, but he didn’t need to resort to such ridiculous pranks…
“Nothing!” Luke gasped, bringing his head back up and opening his eyes. “I swear!”
“Oh, I’m sure,” Sylar said sarcastically, rubbing what had to be a dildo just to try to discern where the toy ended and Luke began. Then the whole thing twitched. The whole. Fucking. Thing.
Blood drained out of Sylar’s face as he frantically tore open Luke’s jeans, shoving them and his boxers down with alacrity. It was real. Every single inch of it. The strength went out of Sylar’s knees, and he was suddenly kneeling, face to head with the biggest…
“Sylar? Are you ok?” Luke asked, dropping to his knees in front of him. Sylar couldn’t take his eyes off of Luke’s cock. He couldn’t move, frozen in indecision, inadequacy warring with a sudden sick desire to have it, have it in him, wanting to have Luke writhing under him warring with the opposite.
“You’re just…” Sylar got out finally, one hand moving to encircle Luke’s cock, pleased his hand could reach around it, needing to hear Luke’s frantic, incoherent cries again. He absolutely could not stand the thought of pity coming from Luke, not about this. Sylar couldn’t stand pitying himself about this either. He had to get control back somehow. Suddenly he was consumed by the desire to know, to understand, and a focused hunger drove him to action.
“Oh yeah, yeah, fuck!” Luke whimpered, and Sylar fiercely raked his gazed down Luke’s body. He was flushed from head to toe, thick, long cock red and dripping as Sylar watched every tiny twitch for clues to what would push Luke even higher. His own pleasure was forgotten; he had to master every last centimeter of Luke’s body.
“On the bed,” Sylar murmured, standing, gratified to see Luke scramble to obey, heavy cock bobbing. He made Luke wait, looking him over carefully as if inspecting him for flaws. In actuality, he was trying not to sink to his knees and take that thick, weeping cock into his mouth. Everything was backwards, upside down, changed by just removing a damn pair of pants! This was not how things were supposed to work.
“On your back.” Luke flopped over, propping himself up on his elbows, and stared up at Sylar with expectancy… and a hint of arrogance. Sylar crawled up on the bed, leaning over to stroke Luke slowly, and saw the arrogance start to take over Luke’s expression.
“You think you deserve this?” Sylar asked softly. A slow, cool anger was brewing under his skin, the kind of feeling he would get when he liberated powers from their useless owners. Unnatural desires were banished under the need to dominate, to claim.
“Uh…” Luke knew enough to recognize the trap in that question. Wisely, maybe for the first time since Sylar had known him, he kept his mouth shut.
“You thought I’d see this,” Sylar gave Luke a savagely hard squeeze, and he arched right off the bed, “and give you what you want? Bet you thought you’d hit the jackpot when I got on my knees, didn’t you?”
“No, I-!”
“Liar,” Sylar whispered, feeling the shiver that signaled a lie tingle through him. He kept stroking, using his mind to pin Luke more firmly to the bed.
“You shouldn’t have presumed.” Sylar ran his hand up to the swollen, spongy head of Luke’s cock and stroked it gently, holding it at the top so it stood out away from his body. Leaning forward to Luke’s ear, he whispered, “It’s beautiful.”
“You like it? Sylar?” Luke breathed, eyes shining with relief.
“Of course. You’re mine, so why shouldn’t I like what’s mine?” Sylar’s voice dropped to a growl. “Why shouldn’t I do whatever I want with it?”
Leaning back, Sylar raised his other hand, two fingers extended, pointing right at Luke’s groin. The kid had never actually seen Sylar cut someone this way before, but he wasn’t a total idiot. He started screaming, straining against Sylar’s invisible hold, and Sylar thought he hadn’t felt so hard since his last kill.
He pulled away as Luke’s arousal faded, undoing his own pants to stroke roughly along his own length. He’d never had a problem with it before, it had been one of the few things in his life that he hadn’t felt inadequate about… and he didn’t now. Luke, terrified, pinned, and helpless, was the most generously endowed person Sylar had ever seen. And he was helpless before him.
Groaning, stroking himself swiftly, he was amazed to see desire warring with the fear in Luke’s eyes, seeing him try to rise again, only to collapse as Sylar savagely held him down with his mind.
“No. You don’t get to.”
“Sylar, please! Let me, I’ll do whatever you want-.” Luke’s mouth abruptly shut as Sylar put mental pressure on it.
“Shh…” Sylar whispered, hips jerking as he twisted his hand slightly, head falling back as he pulsed ropes of white over Luke’s trembling, paralyzed body. Blinking lazily, he looked back down at Luke and casually raised his hand again. Luke closed his eyes, a muffled screaming coming from his closed mouth, silenced again as Sylar choked him into quiet.
“You are mine. Everything you have. Even this.” Sylar touched Luke’s limp penis, shrunken from mortal terror, smirking to see it revive under his casual caress. Even in the face of the unkindest cut, Luke still longed for him. Priceless. “You do not touch yourself. Ever. I will give you anything I think you deserve. Do you understand?”
He let up the pressure enough for Luke to answer, “Yes, yes, please…” His voice trailed away into something like a sob, half in fear, half in helpless arousal.
“Good boy Luke.”
Sylar let his hand rest more heavily on Luke’s cock, and smiled as it twitched under his hand. Now that they’d reestablished everything properly, he could enjoy his new toy to its very fullest extent.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Luke
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Wordcount: 1,279
Spoilers: None really.
Warnings: Luke’s 17 (which is underage in places), slash
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
A/N: Written for the lukexsylar comment fic for the prompt: “Luke and Sylar get to rutting and having a gay old time, when they find out that *gasp* Luke's is actually bigger than Sylar's...”
“Yeah, I- fuck!”
Sylar smiled into the pink flesh of Luke’s neck and went back to sucking the blood to the surface, making Luke arch and rub against him, making him cry out in barely coherent phrases. The kid was just so needy, so easy to please, that a simple kiss or caress from Sylar was enough to set him off. Skin-on-skin, hands sweeping across his pale naked shoulders, wrenching him close enough to feel Luke’s softer muscles against his own was almost as satisfying as Luke’s involuntary cries.
He had earned a little more than that today, and Sylar was ready to give it to him. That gratifying bulge in Luke’s pants nearly every time he was around Sylar deserved a little attention, a reward. Sylar let his hand slip down Luke’s ribs, and Luke canted his hips frantically, pressing hard into Sylar’s groin.
“Nice…” Sylar hissed, tugging Luke by the hair so he could lap and suck right up under his jaw. That reduced the kid to complete incoherence, his hips moving in frantic counterpoint, forcing low moans out of Sylar’s throat as the slide of denim-encased flesh drove him to clutch Luke’s ass firmly, holding him tight to feel him better.
“God, please, Sylar!” Luke whispered, and this time Sylar smirked triumphantly. Coming from his lips, it sounded like a prayer. Pulling away slightly, Sylar slowly slid his hand down to the front of Luke’s jeans, palming his erection. And then he froze.
“Luke, what the hell did you stuff down your pants?” Sylar asked in complete annoyance. The warm bulge under his fingers was far too big to be real, ridiculously so. If Luke was compensating for something, fine, but he didn’t need to resort to such ridiculous pranks…
“Nothing!” Luke gasped, bringing his head back up and opening his eyes. “I swear!”
“Oh, I’m sure,” Sylar said sarcastically, rubbing what had to be a dildo just to try to discern where the toy ended and Luke began. Then the whole thing twitched. The whole. Fucking. Thing.
Blood drained out of Sylar’s face as he frantically tore open Luke’s jeans, shoving them and his boxers down with alacrity. It was real. Every single inch of it. The strength went out of Sylar’s knees, and he was suddenly kneeling, face to head with the biggest…
“Sylar? Are you ok?” Luke asked, dropping to his knees in front of him. Sylar couldn’t take his eyes off of Luke’s cock. He couldn’t move, frozen in indecision, inadequacy warring with a sudden sick desire to have it, have it in him, wanting to have Luke writhing under him warring with the opposite.
“You’re just…” Sylar got out finally, one hand moving to encircle Luke’s cock, pleased his hand could reach around it, needing to hear Luke’s frantic, incoherent cries again. He absolutely could not stand the thought of pity coming from Luke, not about this. Sylar couldn’t stand pitying himself about this either. He had to get control back somehow. Suddenly he was consumed by the desire to know, to understand, and a focused hunger drove him to action.
“Oh yeah, yeah, fuck!” Luke whimpered, and Sylar fiercely raked his gazed down Luke’s body. He was flushed from head to toe, thick, long cock red and dripping as Sylar watched every tiny twitch for clues to what would push Luke even higher. His own pleasure was forgotten; he had to master every last centimeter of Luke’s body.
“On the bed,” Sylar murmured, standing, gratified to see Luke scramble to obey, heavy cock bobbing. He made Luke wait, looking him over carefully as if inspecting him for flaws. In actuality, he was trying not to sink to his knees and take that thick, weeping cock into his mouth. Everything was backwards, upside down, changed by just removing a damn pair of pants! This was not how things were supposed to work.
“On your back.” Luke flopped over, propping himself up on his elbows, and stared up at Sylar with expectancy… and a hint of arrogance. Sylar crawled up on the bed, leaning over to stroke Luke slowly, and saw the arrogance start to take over Luke’s expression.
“You think you deserve this?” Sylar asked softly. A slow, cool anger was brewing under his skin, the kind of feeling he would get when he liberated powers from their useless owners. Unnatural desires were banished under the need to dominate, to claim.
“Uh…” Luke knew enough to recognize the trap in that question. Wisely, maybe for the first time since Sylar had known him, he kept his mouth shut.
“You thought I’d see this,” Sylar gave Luke a savagely hard squeeze, and he arched right off the bed, “and give you what you want? Bet you thought you’d hit the jackpot when I got on my knees, didn’t you?”
“No, I-!”
“Liar,” Sylar whispered, feeling the shiver that signaled a lie tingle through him. He kept stroking, using his mind to pin Luke more firmly to the bed.
“You shouldn’t have presumed.” Sylar ran his hand up to the swollen, spongy head of Luke’s cock and stroked it gently, holding it at the top so it stood out away from his body. Leaning forward to Luke’s ear, he whispered, “It’s beautiful.”
“You like it? Sylar?” Luke breathed, eyes shining with relief.
“Of course. You’re mine, so why shouldn’t I like what’s mine?” Sylar’s voice dropped to a growl. “Why shouldn’t I do whatever I want with it?”
Leaning back, Sylar raised his other hand, two fingers extended, pointing right at Luke’s groin. The kid had never actually seen Sylar cut someone this way before, but he wasn’t a total idiot. He started screaming, straining against Sylar’s invisible hold, and Sylar thought he hadn’t felt so hard since his last kill.
He pulled away as Luke’s arousal faded, undoing his own pants to stroke roughly along his own length. He’d never had a problem with it before, it had been one of the few things in his life that he hadn’t felt inadequate about… and he didn’t now. Luke, terrified, pinned, and helpless, was the most generously endowed person Sylar had ever seen. And he was helpless before him.
Groaning, stroking himself swiftly, he was amazed to see desire warring with the fear in Luke’s eyes, seeing him try to rise again, only to collapse as Sylar savagely held him down with his mind.
“No. You don’t get to.”
“Sylar, please! Let me, I’ll do whatever you want-.” Luke’s mouth abruptly shut as Sylar put mental pressure on it.
“Shh…” Sylar whispered, hips jerking as he twisted his hand slightly, head falling back as he pulsed ropes of white over Luke’s trembling, paralyzed body. Blinking lazily, he looked back down at Luke and casually raised his hand again. Luke closed his eyes, a muffled screaming coming from his closed mouth, silenced again as Sylar choked him into quiet.
“You are mine. Everything you have. Even this.” Sylar touched Luke’s limp penis, shrunken from mortal terror, smirking to see it revive under his casual caress. Even in the face of the unkindest cut, Luke still longed for him. Priceless. “You do not touch yourself. Ever. I will give you anything I think you deserve. Do you understand?”
He let up the pressure enough for Luke to answer, “Yes, yes, please…” His voice trailed away into something like a sob, half in fear, half in helpless arousal.
“Good boy Luke.”
Sylar let his hand rest more heavily on Luke’s cock, and smiled as it twitched under his hand. Now that they’d reestablished everything properly, he could enjoy his new toy to its very fullest extent.