Sleep Therapy
Title: Sleep Therapy
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Sylar/Luke
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Word Count: 831
Spoilers: If you know who Sylar and Luke are, you’re good.
Warnings: Slash, sleep!sex (sorta, more like sleepy than actual asleep)
Disclaimer: Heroes is owned by Tim Kring, NBC, et al.
Notes: Written for moorishflower's day of power as CEO at heroes_exchange.
Summary: Sylar and Luke know a way to deal with nightmares.
Sylar was hurled into wakefulness from another nightmare, this one with his mother’s accusing face. Heart pounding, he woke to feel Luke wrapped around him, harsh breathing matching his own. Groaning, he clutched Luke’s sweat-soaked body to his own, muscles tense and shaking with the aftermath. Luke pressed a soft kiss to Sylar’s temple, and pulled his arms further around him, settling them on Luke’s naked hips.
Sylar couldn’t sleep unless he was exhausted, something Luke knew very well. Sylar’s mind was too active, his memory too pitiless, his acts too memorable to let him rest unless his body was completely tapped out. Before they’d met, Luke thought Sylar hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in months, maybe years.
But when they’d both woken up from screaming nightmare their first night together, Luke had been the one to show Sylar a surefire remedy to banish those night terrors. After that, Sylar may have ranted and raged in fine style during the daytime at Luke’s antics, but he wouldn’t send Luke away. Not when he could finally sleep for the first time in forever.
“Come on,” Luke whispered, sliding one hand down Sylar’s hip. “I got you.”
Sylar leaned into Luke’s touch, letting his length be stroked to hardness by a fever-hot hand. Turning so he could breathe and kiss into Luke’s mouth, Sylar caught him with lips and tongue, trapping him close, just wanting to feel the intoxicating combination of soft/hard/hot of Luke’s body against his.
Luke shifted his hips slightly, lifting his head up so he could touch his lips to the sticky-salt trails on Sylar’s cheeks. “Let go, it’s ok,” he murmured, calming and soothing Sylar like his mother had never done for him. Sylar didn’t seem to hear, and brought his broad hands up to clutch at Luke’s shoulders, to run down his back…
“…Tired,” Sylar whispered, his lips brushing Luke’s chin as Luke laid light kisses on his face. “I’m so tired, Luke.”
“Take what you need, it’s ok,” Luke said, pushing one of Sylar’s hands down to the curve of his ass. It’s what they always did, letting Sylar exhaust himself with Luke’s pleasure and his own, emptying his nightmares into Luke’s body, bringing them both to oblivion so they could rest.
“Too tired,” Sylar said, his head lolling back as if too heavy to lift. His body followed, pulling away from Luke to rest between the younger man’s thighs. “Please… I need you, so we can sleep. Please.”
Luke felt himself falling forward on top of Sylar, looking into dark eyes dilated wide and semi-conscious. Sylar was trembling on the knife-edge of waking and sleeping, a place easy to fall back into nightmares. It was a time where truth was easy to speak, as it was at no other time for Sylar. He’d never say something like this in daylight. And that made it all the more important for Luke to do what Sylar said. What he wanted. What he- they both- needed.
Sylar’s heavy hands petted and encouraged as Luke coaxed his fingers into Sylar’s body, pushing and stroking slow and easy as sleep. Fingers slick with lube, Luke used his other hand to stroke Sylar’s length, the heavy weight twitching in his hand as Sylar smiled lazily.
“Good, Luke. Feels good, I-,” Sylar cut himself off with a gasp as Luke’s fingers slid over a sensitive spot, and his body relaxed further. Luke slid his hand away, and slicked himself up, pushing in carefully. Sylar sighed in deep contentment, and Luke let out a long, low groan as he felt himself almost pulled inside, resting in a comforting, snug heat.
Giving a lazy thrust, Luke felt rewarded when he saw Sylar arch and then relax, muscles starting to go slack. The beatific smile on his face as it began to relax into the first stages of sleep looked beautiful to Luke. Most other times it was Luke who was relaxed into sleep, cradled by Sylar’s thighs as he was slowly fucked into blessed blackness. Now he could return the favor he’d so often been given.
Luke slowly thrust again, and again, the hot clench around his cock, and the feel of Sylar’s length trapped between their bellies driving him on, even as exhaustion began to pull at him. Sylar’s head suddenly pushed back into the pillows as Luke pushed in to the hilt, and Luke felt the hot spurt of Sylar’s seed between them, making a pool of warmth that made Luke’s belly quiver. Air rushing out of him, Luke felt the strength leave his legs as his orgasm rolled over him, pulsing into the sleeping man below him.
Sylar had relaxed into childlike bliss, muscles totally relaxed and easy, breathing deep and even, a smile on his face that Luke knew was only for him. Above Sylar, Luke covered him like a blanket, warmth and comfort radiating out of him. Content and connected, Luke pillowed his head on Sylar chest, and dreamed.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Sylar/Luke
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Word Count: 831
Spoilers: If you know who Sylar and Luke are, you’re good.
Warnings: Slash, sleep!sex (sorta, more like sleepy than actual asleep)
Disclaimer: Heroes is owned by Tim Kring, NBC, et al.
Notes: Written for moorishflower's day of power as CEO at heroes_exchange.
Summary: Sylar and Luke know a way to deal with nightmares.
Sylar was hurled into wakefulness from another nightmare, this one with his mother’s accusing face. Heart pounding, he woke to feel Luke wrapped around him, harsh breathing matching his own. Groaning, he clutched Luke’s sweat-soaked body to his own, muscles tense and shaking with the aftermath. Luke pressed a soft kiss to Sylar’s temple, and pulled his arms further around him, settling them on Luke’s naked hips.
Sylar couldn’t sleep unless he was exhausted, something Luke knew very well. Sylar’s mind was too active, his memory too pitiless, his acts too memorable to let him rest unless his body was completely tapped out. Before they’d met, Luke thought Sylar hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in months, maybe years.
But when they’d both woken up from screaming nightmare their first night together, Luke had been the one to show Sylar a surefire remedy to banish those night terrors. After that, Sylar may have ranted and raged in fine style during the daytime at Luke’s antics, but he wouldn’t send Luke away. Not when he could finally sleep for the first time in forever.
“Come on,” Luke whispered, sliding one hand down Sylar’s hip. “I got you.”
Sylar leaned into Luke’s touch, letting his length be stroked to hardness by a fever-hot hand. Turning so he could breathe and kiss into Luke’s mouth, Sylar caught him with lips and tongue, trapping him close, just wanting to feel the intoxicating combination of soft/hard/hot of Luke’s body against his.
Luke shifted his hips slightly, lifting his head up so he could touch his lips to the sticky-salt trails on Sylar’s cheeks. “Let go, it’s ok,” he murmured, calming and soothing Sylar like his mother had never done for him. Sylar didn’t seem to hear, and brought his broad hands up to clutch at Luke’s shoulders, to run down his back…
“…Tired,” Sylar whispered, his lips brushing Luke’s chin as Luke laid light kisses on his face. “I’m so tired, Luke.”
“Take what you need, it’s ok,” Luke said, pushing one of Sylar’s hands down to the curve of his ass. It’s what they always did, letting Sylar exhaust himself with Luke’s pleasure and his own, emptying his nightmares into Luke’s body, bringing them both to oblivion so they could rest.
“Too tired,” Sylar said, his head lolling back as if too heavy to lift. His body followed, pulling away from Luke to rest between the younger man’s thighs. “Please… I need you, so we can sleep. Please.”
Luke felt himself falling forward on top of Sylar, looking into dark eyes dilated wide and semi-conscious. Sylar was trembling on the knife-edge of waking and sleeping, a place easy to fall back into nightmares. It was a time where truth was easy to speak, as it was at no other time for Sylar. He’d never say something like this in daylight. And that made it all the more important for Luke to do what Sylar said. What he wanted. What he- they both- needed.
Sylar’s heavy hands petted and encouraged as Luke coaxed his fingers into Sylar’s body, pushing and stroking slow and easy as sleep. Fingers slick with lube, Luke used his other hand to stroke Sylar’s length, the heavy weight twitching in his hand as Sylar smiled lazily.
“Good, Luke. Feels good, I-,” Sylar cut himself off with a gasp as Luke’s fingers slid over a sensitive spot, and his body relaxed further. Luke slid his hand away, and slicked himself up, pushing in carefully. Sylar sighed in deep contentment, and Luke let out a long, low groan as he felt himself almost pulled inside, resting in a comforting, snug heat.
Giving a lazy thrust, Luke felt rewarded when he saw Sylar arch and then relax, muscles starting to go slack. The beatific smile on his face as it began to relax into the first stages of sleep looked beautiful to Luke. Most other times it was Luke who was relaxed into sleep, cradled by Sylar’s thighs as he was slowly fucked into blessed blackness. Now he could return the favor he’d so often been given.
Luke slowly thrust again, and again, the hot clench around his cock, and the feel of Sylar’s length trapped between their bellies driving him on, even as exhaustion began to pull at him. Sylar’s head suddenly pushed back into the pillows as Luke pushed in to the hilt, and Luke felt the hot spurt of Sylar’s seed between them, making a pool of warmth that made Luke’s belly quiver. Air rushing out of him, Luke felt the strength leave his legs as his orgasm rolled over him, pulsing into the sleeping man below him.
Sylar had relaxed into childlike bliss, muscles totally relaxed and easy, breathing deep and even, a smile on his face that Luke knew was only for him. Above Sylar, Luke covered him like a blanket, warmth and comfort radiating out of him. Content and connected, Luke pillowed his head on Sylar chest, and dreamed.