Pimp Me Now
Title: Pimp Me Now
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Sylar/Luke
Rating: NC-17 for sex (Luke is 18 in this fic)
Wordcount: 2,492
Spoilers: Post 3x16 “Shades of Gray”
Warnings: Slash, prostitution, voyeurism
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
A/N: Written for the lukexsylar’s Christmas in July Challenge for ashedrake’s prompt: “Jealousy/possessiveness - Since Sylar abandoned Luke, Luke's been having it on with Sylar lookalikes. Sylar does not approve.” Thanks to brighteyed_jill, hihielmo, and perdiccas for betaing.
Summary: Luke’s been making money by selling himself to men who look like Sylar. When the real deal shows up unexpectedly, an appreciative audience gets the show of a lifetime.
Luke slid in the passenger seat of the Cadillac, throwing the bottle of mouthwash into the glove compartment. Derek waited with ill grace while Luke pealed off two fifties and threw them at him.
"Looked pretty close, but definitely lacking in the dick department," Luke said dismissively.
Derek stared at the ceiling, trying to respond in a way that wasn't going to get him fried. For two hundred dollars a blow, it was sometimes hard to find johns to fit Luke's rather exacting specifications: dark eyes, dark hair (not too long), tall, fit (but not muscle-bound), strong features, and not waxed. Derek was not going to carry around a measuring tape too. On the other hand, Luke looked like total jailbait and apparently gave the best oral in three states. For half of that rather substantial profit, it was worth the hassle of pre-screening the kid's johns.
That and if he didn't, Luke could cook him from the inside out. Terror, Derek had found, was a wonderful motivator.
Up until a month ago, Derek had considered himself a respectable businessman. He kept his merchandise in line, made sure no one smacked them around too much, and kept the money flowing. Then he’d found a chubby-faced, scarcely legal teenager selling himself in Derek’s territory without permission.
Normally Derek would have just shown the kid who was boss, extracted his cut, and ignored him. But when he’d gone to wave his gun around (for intimidation purposes only, it was all part of the image), the kid had responded by grinning like a psych ward inmate and burning his handprint into Derek’s favorite set of leather pants.
Derek had abruptly found himself with a new boss.
“So, anyone else tonight, or are we knocking off early?” Luke asked, stuffing the rest of his cash in his pocket.
Despite the casual tone, Derek could hear Luke’s frustration. Apparently he couldn’t get off unless he’d had four or five of these surrogates. Derek knew when someone was looking for a look-a-like, and Luke’s “type” meant he was exactly the same as some of his clients. There was a reason Derek liked to keep a diverse selection of girls and boys in his stable. Sometimes people wanted to fuck their friend’s wives or husbands, or their bosses, or their secretaries without ever having to complicate their lives. Luke wanted this tall, dark, and handsome guy, and wanted him badly enough to rope Derek into doing his hunting for him.
Finally Derek hoped he’d been able to deliver.
“Yeah, I found you one. A really good one,” Derek promised.
Luke looked skeptical.
“This isn’t like the guy with the red hair, is it?” he asked.
“Hey, he was wearing a hood when I met him!” Derek protested.
“Or the dude with the tattoos?”
“You never said anything about tattoos before then!”
“What about the guy who was a pre-op tranny?”
“Ok, that was an honest mistake.”
Luke snorted in derision. “Well, kind of a fucking surprise to be paid to suck a fake cock.”
“This guy’s practically perfect. A-plus, spot-on, exactly what you want. And he’s really eager to meet you,” Derek promised.
Luke looked exasperated, and Derek pointed to the local rent-a-bed hotel. “Room three twenty-four. He’s paying for two hours.”
Grabbing condoms, flavored lube, and mouthwash again, Luke was off for his next assignment. Derek waited five seconds and then slipped up the back stairs. Despite the fact Luke could heat up TV dinners without a microwave (or burn flesh with no need for a match), Derek wasn’t taking any chances on losing his cash cow, not now. Luke dragged in more during one night than some of his girls could make in four, and Derek had his own habits to maintain. Leather pants weren’t cheap.
Slipping into the room next to Luke’s john, Derek quickly pressed his eyes to the peephole. When he wasn’t spying on his own merchandise, he sometimes rented the peepholes to guys that couldn’t pay for anything more. And when he didn’t do that, he sometimes made a few videos to sell on the side. A good deal all around.
Inside, the john was sitting impatiently on the bed, and Derek silently congratulated himself. The man couldn’t have been more exact to Luke’s picky specifications unless he’d been a computer avatar. Usually Luke had to settle for a guy with only half of his requested traits, but tonight he’d find no fault in Derek’s work.
The door creaked open and Luke sauntered in, shutting the door behind him, and turning to face his client.
“Hello, Luke.”
At the man’s voice, Luke froze like he’d been suddenly rooted to the floor. Derek felt a chill up his spine; he hadn’t told the john Luke’s name. And the way he said it, almost breathing the name, made it sound practically obscene.
“Sylar,” Luke whispered, sounding stunned.
Well, this can’t be good, Derek thought. Apparently he’d found Luke’s old flame. And that was never good in his line of work.
“I understand you’ve been trying to find a substitute for me,” Sylar continued coolly.
Luke shook his head slightly, and went from stunned ex to brash whore in the time it took to breathe.
“You didn’t leave me a choice. Besides, I’m not much good for anything else, am I?” Luke said, eyes flashing in anger, as he cocked his hip out in a way that made Derek’s dick twitch in his pants. He didn’t even swing that way, but Luke’s way of swaggering made him think sometimes…
“Show me…” Sylar crooned. Yes, crooned, and that creeped Derek right the fuck out.
Luke’s layers of clothing started to come off slowly as Sylar watched. Luke peeled them away with expert skill, never stopping, trying to explain as he did, words slowly going from bitten-off harshness to something smoother.
“Found a guy to find guys for me. I didn’t want to waste my time fending off too many losers, not if I couldn’t pretend they were you.”
“And? Did you find anyone?”
Derek blinked, not believing his eyes as Sylar extended his hand and Luke was suddenly pinned to the wall by some invisible force.
“Not really.” Luke somehow managed to shrug through the invisible hold, and Sylar’s quirked eyebrow begged for more information.
“There was always something that wasn’t quite right,” Luke said, sounding suddenly very serious. And very sexy. Like Sylar was the most important thing in his life.
“Like what?” Sylar rose to his feet and slowly began to pace towards Luke.
“The hair wouldn’t be dark enough, or it was too long or too short. Or he’d be too thin or over-built. Or he wouldn’t have the right kind of nose. Or he’d be waxed all over like some kind of fucking model. Or he’d dress like Richard Simmons’ worst nightmare.”
Sylar looked a bit self-conscious at each of Luke’s descriptions, unconsciously running his fingers over each of the features on the list, actually laughing at the last one. Derek had to force himself not to laugh either. He’d hate to blow his cover when things were just getting good.
“Anything else?” Sylar growled, close enough now to put his hands on the wall on either side of Luke’s head, leaning into his space.
That seemed to put an incredible strain on what Derek had thought was Luke’s nearly iron control. Every john Derek had ever seen Luke with before had been nothing more than a business transaction for the kid. This was clearly on a whole different level. Luke was now arcing against the invisible hold, hips rolling, cock hard and seeming to strain for any kind of contact with Sylar.
“None of them- none of them-,” Luke gasped, face flushing as he tried to maintain coherency in what was clearly the intoxicating presence of his lover. “-smelled like you.”
Derek had to muffle as gasp as Sylar dove in, mouth going for Luke’s neck like he was a wolf going for a deer’s jugular. Luke’s face lit up like a Christmas tree before going slack in ecstasy as he let himself be mauled. Derek was half-afraid Sylar would pull away with blood on his teeth, and was relieved when he didn’t.
“I’m here now,” Sylar murmured, in a show of such creepy affection Derek felt himself shivering. “Make this special, Luke. Show you’ve saved something for me.”
The invisible bonds must have loosened, and Luke was on his knees in a flash, nuzzling and mouthing the front of Sylar’s pants, hands kneading his clothed thighs like cat paws, breathing in Sylar’s scent.
Derek’s mouth had gone dry, and surreptitiously he switched on the camera. This was too hot not to tape.
Sylar’s eyes were fluttering, as if he couldn’t decide between closing them to concentrate on the sensations or keeping them open to watch Luke virtually worshiping him. Derek didn’t think he’d be able to decide either. He’d known plenty of whores that could honestly make someone believe they were the most special person on earth, but he’d never seen anything like this before. It was more like Sylar was Luke’s god than just his lover.
Man, people will give their right arm to see this, Derek thought frantically, ducking behind the camera to get a close-up shot.
Sylar must have been using whatever mental mojo he possessed again, because Luke was suddenly shoved away from him by an invisible force. Derek didn’t know why; who the hell would want Luke to stop? He’d had people drop extra hundreds to keep him around for another hour or two, they’d been so impressed with his skills.
“You have been practicing,” Sylar murmured. Luke nodded frantically, mouth working soundlessly, as if almost begging to have a cock shoved into it.
Derek swallowed dryly. He’d never availed himself of Luke’s talents before, and he’d happily reevaluate his masculinity in the morning, but right now watching the kid in action had him throbbing so hard he was nearly ready to spoil another pair of pants. Frantically undoing them to relieve the pressure, he kept one eye firmly on the camera, ears open to catch the rest of the action.
“How many people have you let come in your mouth?”
Luke’s face flushed, and he closed his eyes briefly. “Seventy-four,” he said, voice barely audible.
Sylar’s eyebrow rose, and he seem simultaneously impressed and disgusted.
“Filthy. Why the hell would I want you to touch me with that disgusting, dirty mouth?” Sylar sneered.
Luke looked crushed, and suddenly hopeful as Sylar moved around behind him.
“I saved-!” he started, and fell instantly silent as Sylar put a hand on his naked ass.
“I knew you would,” Sylar murmured, his voice dropping to a purr. “I knew you’d save this for me. Or I would have killed you.”
Derek had to bite a hand to stifle his gasp as Luke reddened and twitched at those words, more aroused at the prospect of violence than Derek had ever seen him. Derek’s other hand was frantically stroking his length, racing for his climax as Luke was shoved on all fours.
Luke actually screamed as Sylar worked him open, fingers lubricated but pumping in and out roughly, and Derek was transfixed by the unholy joy on Sylar’s face.
I’m going to burn in hell for this, I’m going to burn in hell for this… Derek chanted mentally as tears ran down Luke’s face. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to protect his best earner, as much as the fact that he probably couldn’t save him from this Sylar character. Luke was just going to have to reap what he’d sown. And, oh God this was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
And despite the screaming and the rough prep, Luke was still hard and almost dripping, clearly getting off on what Sylar was doing to him. He actually whimpered when Sylar stopped to unbuckle his own pants, and Derek suddenly understood why Luke frequently complained about the inadequate dick size of some of his previous johns.
Sylar stroked himself slowly with one hand, making Luke wait and squirm, teasing him with random light touches. Luke moaned and pushed back, presenting himself wantonly, holding himself open, giving Sylar the most blatant invitation to be used Derek had ever seen.
“Please, Sylar, please!”
Luke shivered when he heard Sylar opening up a condom, and Derek had to quickly still his hand, not wanting to cum too soon when Sylar was just getting ready to take it up a notch. Despite Sylar’s obvious arousal, he took his time simply to watch Luke, inspecting his skin, digging into his muscles as if evaluating if Luke was worthy for him to fuck.
“Come on, come on, do it…” Derek whispered under his breath. He had to see what Luke looked like when he was coming apart, when he was no longer in control.
“Have you been getting off on these ‘other guys?’” Sylar asked, his tone completely casual.
“No,” Luke gasped, and Sylar dug his fingers into Luke’s hip.
“Liar.”
“Only because I could pretend they were you,” Luke corrected himself, muscles trembling trying to hold him in place.
“Isn’t that romantic?” Sylar asked sardonically.
Luke’s face went red with anger as he spat out, “You didn’t leave me any fucking choice!”
Sylar abruptly slammed himself deep into Luke’s body, and Derek could see Sylar’s eyes roll back in his head from being squeezed by what had to be a tight, tight heat. Luke shoved back in welcome even as he gasped at the suddenness, all the tension in his body focused on pleasing his lover. Derek found his hand moving again, hard and fast, keeping time with the brutal pace he had framed by the camera.
It couldn’t last long, less than a minute of violent, desperate thrusting, and Sylar groaned deep in his chest, neck muscles standing out as he came, hands tight on Luke’s hips. Luke groaned his appreciation into the filthy carpet, face slack with pleasure, cock spending itself in the longest orgasm Derek had ever seen. Derek held his breath as he dirtied the wall with gleaming white, eyes glued to the camera to catch every nuance of Luke and Sylar’s aftermath, feeling the potent afterglow throughout his whole body.
The two only pulled apart long moments later, joining together in a curiously soft kiss that still managed to get Derek’s heart thumping again and his spent cock to twitch. He knew how this was going to end. In a few minutes, Luke was going to come back down to the car and tell Derek that his services were no longer required. And Derek would have to bitch and moan, as he was expected to do, but in the end, he’d let Luke go without a fight. There was no way Derek was going to fight Sylar for him, not after seeing what he just saw.
Besides, whatever money Derek was going to lose on no longer having Luke around he would definitely gain back in video sales!
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Sylar/Luke
Rating: NC-17 for sex (Luke is 18 in this fic)
Wordcount: 2,492
Spoilers: Post 3x16 “Shades of Gray”
Warnings: Slash, prostitution, voyeurism
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
A/N: Written for the lukexsylar’s Christmas in July Challenge for ashedrake’s prompt: “Jealousy/possessiveness - Since Sylar abandoned Luke, Luke's been having it on with Sylar lookalikes. Sylar does not approve.” Thanks to brighteyed_jill, hihielmo, and perdiccas for betaing.
Summary: Luke’s been making money by selling himself to men who look like Sylar. When the real deal shows up unexpectedly, an appreciative audience gets the show of a lifetime.
Luke slid in the passenger seat of the Cadillac, throwing the bottle of mouthwash into the glove compartment. Derek waited with ill grace while Luke pealed off two fifties and threw them at him.
"Looked pretty close, but definitely lacking in the dick department," Luke said dismissively.
Derek stared at the ceiling, trying to respond in a way that wasn't going to get him fried. For two hundred dollars a blow, it was sometimes hard to find johns to fit Luke's rather exacting specifications: dark eyes, dark hair (not too long), tall, fit (but not muscle-bound), strong features, and not waxed. Derek was not going to carry around a measuring tape too. On the other hand, Luke looked like total jailbait and apparently gave the best oral in three states. For half of that rather substantial profit, it was worth the hassle of pre-screening the kid's johns.
That and if he didn't, Luke could cook him from the inside out. Terror, Derek had found, was a wonderful motivator.
Up until a month ago, Derek had considered himself a respectable businessman. He kept his merchandise in line, made sure no one smacked them around too much, and kept the money flowing. Then he’d found a chubby-faced, scarcely legal teenager selling himself in Derek’s territory without permission.
Normally Derek would have just shown the kid who was boss, extracted his cut, and ignored him. But when he’d gone to wave his gun around (for intimidation purposes only, it was all part of the image), the kid had responded by grinning like a psych ward inmate and burning his handprint into Derek’s favorite set of leather pants.
Derek had abruptly found himself with a new boss.
“So, anyone else tonight, or are we knocking off early?” Luke asked, stuffing the rest of his cash in his pocket.
Despite the casual tone, Derek could hear Luke’s frustration. Apparently he couldn’t get off unless he’d had four or five of these surrogates. Derek knew when someone was looking for a look-a-like, and Luke’s “type” meant he was exactly the same as some of his clients. There was a reason Derek liked to keep a diverse selection of girls and boys in his stable. Sometimes people wanted to fuck their friend’s wives or husbands, or their bosses, or their secretaries without ever having to complicate their lives. Luke wanted this tall, dark, and handsome guy, and wanted him badly enough to rope Derek into doing his hunting for him.
Finally Derek hoped he’d been able to deliver.
“Yeah, I found you one. A really good one,” Derek promised.
Luke looked skeptical.
“This isn’t like the guy with the red hair, is it?” he asked.
“Hey, he was wearing a hood when I met him!” Derek protested.
“Or the dude with the tattoos?”
“You never said anything about tattoos before then!”
“What about the guy who was a pre-op tranny?”
“Ok, that was an honest mistake.”
Luke snorted in derision. “Well, kind of a fucking surprise to be paid to suck a fake cock.”
“This guy’s practically perfect. A-plus, spot-on, exactly what you want. And he’s really eager to meet you,” Derek promised.
Luke looked exasperated, and Derek pointed to the local rent-a-bed hotel. “Room three twenty-four. He’s paying for two hours.”
Grabbing condoms, flavored lube, and mouthwash again, Luke was off for his next assignment. Derek waited five seconds and then slipped up the back stairs. Despite the fact Luke could heat up TV dinners without a microwave (or burn flesh with no need for a match), Derek wasn’t taking any chances on losing his cash cow, not now. Luke dragged in more during one night than some of his girls could make in four, and Derek had his own habits to maintain. Leather pants weren’t cheap.
Slipping into the room next to Luke’s john, Derek quickly pressed his eyes to the peephole. When he wasn’t spying on his own merchandise, he sometimes rented the peepholes to guys that couldn’t pay for anything more. And when he didn’t do that, he sometimes made a few videos to sell on the side. A good deal all around.
Inside, the john was sitting impatiently on the bed, and Derek silently congratulated himself. The man couldn’t have been more exact to Luke’s picky specifications unless he’d been a computer avatar. Usually Luke had to settle for a guy with only half of his requested traits, but tonight he’d find no fault in Derek’s work.
The door creaked open and Luke sauntered in, shutting the door behind him, and turning to face his client.
“Hello, Luke.”
At the man’s voice, Luke froze like he’d been suddenly rooted to the floor. Derek felt a chill up his spine; he hadn’t told the john Luke’s name. And the way he said it, almost breathing the name, made it sound practically obscene.
“Sylar,” Luke whispered, sounding stunned.
Well, this can’t be good, Derek thought. Apparently he’d found Luke’s old flame. And that was never good in his line of work.
“I understand you’ve been trying to find a substitute for me,” Sylar continued coolly.
Luke shook his head slightly, and went from stunned ex to brash whore in the time it took to breathe.
“You didn’t leave me a choice. Besides, I’m not much good for anything else, am I?” Luke said, eyes flashing in anger, as he cocked his hip out in a way that made Derek’s dick twitch in his pants. He didn’t even swing that way, but Luke’s way of swaggering made him think sometimes…
“Show me…” Sylar crooned. Yes, crooned, and that creeped Derek right the fuck out.
Luke’s layers of clothing started to come off slowly as Sylar watched. Luke peeled them away with expert skill, never stopping, trying to explain as he did, words slowly going from bitten-off harshness to something smoother.
“Found a guy to find guys for me. I didn’t want to waste my time fending off too many losers, not if I couldn’t pretend they were you.”
“And? Did you find anyone?”
Derek blinked, not believing his eyes as Sylar extended his hand and Luke was suddenly pinned to the wall by some invisible force.
“Not really.” Luke somehow managed to shrug through the invisible hold, and Sylar’s quirked eyebrow begged for more information.
“There was always something that wasn’t quite right,” Luke said, sounding suddenly very serious. And very sexy. Like Sylar was the most important thing in his life.
“Like what?” Sylar rose to his feet and slowly began to pace towards Luke.
“The hair wouldn’t be dark enough, or it was too long or too short. Or he’d be too thin or over-built. Or he wouldn’t have the right kind of nose. Or he’d be waxed all over like some kind of fucking model. Or he’d dress like Richard Simmons’ worst nightmare.”
Sylar looked a bit self-conscious at each of Luke’s descriptions, unconsciously running his fingers over each of the features on the list, actually laughing at the last one. Derek had to force himself not to laugh either. He’d hate to blow his cover when things were just getting good.
“Anything else?” Sylar growled, close enough now to put his hands on the wall on either side of Luke’s head, leaning into his space.
That seemed to put an incredible strain on what Derek had thought was Luke’s nearly iron control. Every john Derek had ever seen Luke with before had been nothing more than a business transaction for the kid. This was clearly on a whole different level. Luke was now arcing against the invisible hold, hips rolling, cock hard and seeming to strain for any kind of contact with Sylar.
“None of them- none of them-,” Luke gasped, face flushing as he tried to maintain coherency in what was clearly the intoxicating presence of his lover. “-smelled like you.”
Derek had to muffle as gasp as Sylar dove in, mouth going for Luke’s neck like he was a wolf going for a deer’s jugular. Luke’s face lit up like a Christmas tree before going slack in ecstasy as he let himself be mauled. Derek was half-afraid Sylar would pull away with blood on his teeth, and was relieved when he didn’t.
“I’m here now,” Sylar murmured, in a show of such creepy affection Derek felt himself shivering. “Make this special, Luke. Show you’ve saved something for me.”
The invisible bonds must have loosened, and Luke was on his knees in a flash, nuzzling and mouthing the front of Sylar’s pants, hands kneading his clothed thighs like cat paws, breathing in Sylar’s scent.
Derek’s mouth had gone dry, and surreptitiously he switched on the camera. This was too hot not to tape.
Sylar’s eyes were fluttering, as if he couldn’t decide between closing them to concentrate on the sensations or keeping them open to watch Luke virtually worshiping him. Derek didn’t think he’d be able to decide either. He’d known plenty of whores that could honestly make someone believe they were the most special person on earth, but he’d never seen anything like this before. It was more like Sylar was Luke’s god than just his lover.
Man, people will give their right arm to see this, Derek thought frantically, ducking behind the camera to get a close-up shot.
Sylar must have been using whatever mental mojo he possessed again, because Luke was suddenly shoved away from him by an invisible force. Derek didn’t know why; who the hell would want Luke to stop? He’d had people drop extra hundreds to keep him around for another hour or two, they’d been so impressed with his skills.
“You have been practicing,” Sylar murmured. Luke nodded frantically, mouth working soundlessly, as if almost begging to have a cock shoved into it.
Derek swallowed dryly. He’d never availed himself of Luke’s talents before, and he’d happily reevaluate his masculinity in the morning, but right now watching the kid in action had him throbbing so hard he was nearly ready to spoil another pair of pants. Frantically undoing them to relieve the pressure, he kept one eye firmly on the camera, ears open to catch the rest of the action.
“How many people have you let come in your mouth?”
Luke’s face flushed, and he closed his eyes briefly. “Seventy-four,” he said, voice barely audible.
Sylar’s eyebrow rose, and he seem simultaneously impressed and disgusted.
“Filthy. Why the hell would I want you to touch me with that disgusting, dirty mouth?” Sylar sneered.
Luke looked crushed, and suddenly hopeful as Sylar moved around behind him.
“I saved-!” he started, and fell instantly silent as Sylar put a hand on his naked ass.
“I knew you would,” Sylar murmured, his voice dropping to a purr. “I knew you’d save this for me. Or I would have killed you.”
Derek had to bite a hand to stifle his gasp as Luke reddened and twitched at those words, more aroused at the prospect of violence than Derek had ever seen him. Derek’s other hand was frantically stroking his length, racing for his climax as Luke was shoved on all fours.
Luke actually screamed as Sylar worked him open, fingers lubricated but pumping in and out roughly, and Derek was transfixed by the unholy joy on Sylar’s face.
I’m going to burn in hell for this, I’m going to burn in hell for this… Derek chanted mentally as tears ran down Luke’s face. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to protect his best earner, as much as the fact that he probably couldn’t save him from this Sylar character. Luke was just going to have to reap what he’d sown. And, oh God this was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
And despite the screaming and the rough prep, Luke was still hard and almost dripping, clearly getting off on what Sylar was doing to him. He actually whimpered when Sylar stopped to unbuckle his own pants, and Derek suddenly understood why Luke frequently complained about the inadequate dick size of some of his previous johns.
Sylar stroked himself slowly with one hand, making Luke wait and squirm, teasing him with random light touches. Luke moaned and pushed back, presenting himself wantonly, holding himself open, giving Sylar the most blatant invitation to be used Derek had ever seen.
“Please, Sylar, please!”
Luke shivered when he heard Sylar opening up a condom, and Derek had to quickly still his hand, not wanting to cum too soon when Sylar was just getting ready to take it up a notch. Despite Sylar’s obvious arousal, he took his time simply to watch Luke, inspecting his skin, digging into his muscles as if evaluating if Luke was worthy for him to fuck.
“Come on, come on, do it…” Derek whispered under his breath. He had to see what Luke looked like when he was coming apart, when he was no longer in control.
“Have you been getting off on these ‘other guys?’” Sylar asked, his tone completely casual.
“No,” Luke gasped, and Sylar dug his fingers into Luke’s hip.
“Liar.”
“Only because I could pretend they were you,” Luke corrected himself, muscles trembling trying to hold him in place.
“Isn’t that romantic?” Sylar asked sardonically.
Luke’s face went red with anger as he spat out, “You didn’t leave me any fucking choice!”
Sylar abruptly slammed himself deep into Luke’s body, and Derek could see Sylar’s eyes roll back in his head from being squeezed by what had to be a tight, tight heat. Luke shoved back in welcome even as he gasped at the suddenness, all the tension in his body focused on pleasing his lover. Derek found his hand moving again, hard and fast, keeping time with the brutal pace he had framed by the camera.
It couldn’t last long, less than a minute of violent, desperate thrusting, and Sylar groaned deep in his chest, neck muscles standing out as he came, hands tight on Luke’s hips. Luke groaned his appreciation into the filthy carpet, face slack with pleasure, cock spending itself in the longest orgasm Derek had ever seen. Derek held his breath as he dirtied the wall with gleaming white, eyes glued to the camera to catch every nuance of Luke and Sylar’s aftermath, feeling the potent afterglow throughout his whole body.
The two only pulled apart long moments later, joining together in a curiously soft kiss that still managed to get Derek’s heart thumping again and his spent cock to twitch. He knew how this was going to end. In a few minutes, Luke was going to come back down to the car and tell Derek that his services were no longer required. And Derek would have to bitch and moan, as he was expected to do, but in the end, he’d let Luke go without a fight. There was no way Derek was going to fight Sylar for him, not after seeing what he just saw.
Besides, whatever money Derek was going to lose on no longer having Luke around he would definitely gain back in video sales!