The Absence of Light, NC-17
Title: The Absence of Light
Author: Katie821
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Sylar
Summary: Two villains reach a mutually beneficial understanding.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
He could hear the tussling outside of his office door. His ears peaked at the distinct sound of a man yelling and cursing. The doors flew open to reveal two of his minions, he couldn’t remember their names, only their powers. Struggling in their tight hold was a tall, slender man, dressed head to toe in black. He stopped as soon as his eyes met Adam Monroe.
The two men shoved Sylar to his knees, making him visibly wince. They held him down with two secure hands on his shoulders. Adam stood from his desk and walked a few feet from his new guest, a pleasant smile on his face.
“So nice of you to drop by,” Adam said, voice deceptively friendly. “What do I owe the pleasure?”
“I need my powers back,” Sylar replied through gritted teeth. It really was his last resort. He had tried Mohinder, who was a little less than agreeable, Matt even more so.
“What makes you think I can help you,” arms crossing over chest. One blonde eyebrow was arched and there was only a hint of a knowing smile on his lips.
“You can heal people, you can fix me,” Sylar said.
“And what’s to stop you from killing me and taking my power for your own? Your word? Pinky swear? Scout’s honor?” He released the arms to hang at his side. He stepped forward, towering over the kneeling figure, like a priest giving communion.
“Nothing,” Sylar gave the honest answer. Adam squatted down to look him in the eyes and smiled.
“Than why would I help you?”
“Because you need me. With the powers I have you wouldn’t need anyone else,” he retorted, wrestling pointedly against the guards. Adam glanced at the two men to see worry glint across their faces.
“A truce then, that’s what you propose?” Adam stood back up, he stalked to his desk quickly and picked something up. He returned to press a gun to Sylar’s forehead. “If there is one solitary moment where I believe that you would betray me, you better pray to whatever deity you please that you’re fast enough.”
He pulled the trigger and Sylar would have jumped back if it weren’t for the sure hands on his shoulders and the cramp in his leg. Nothing happened, just an empty click. Sylar could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage, desperate to escape.
“Point taken?” Adam leaned down next to Sylar’s ear. All Sylar could do was give a shallow nod, barely visible and Adam had only known he did it because he could the top of Sylar’s ear move against his nose. “Good.”
He stood up once again and nodded for his guards to let Sylar go. They nodded in turn and released him, heading out the door without as much as a word. As he heard the door shut, Sylar began to rise only to feel another forceful hand on his shoulder.
“What do you really expect to give me?” Adam whispered above him. He stood behind Sylar, an absent hand tracing his earlobe. Adam circled around to stand only a few inches away from him.
Sylar hand been sitting down on the calves, but at this he pushed himself straight, putting all his weight on his knees. Now his face was directly in front of Adam’s belt buckle. His eyes flashed from the buckle up to the darkened blue eyes that loomed over him.
“Everything,” Sylar answered, his lips twisting into a grin. He ran a hand up Adam’s left leg, over the growing bulge of his pants, and to the silver buckle. Sylar deftly unfastened it, pulling it out of the loops.
His long fingers hooked into the waist band and pulled out the blue dress shirt that was tucked into it. Sylar pushed the cloth up until the cold hair tickled the skin of Adam’s lower abdomen. Goosebumps erupted across his exposed skin and only grew worse when Sylar pressed a surprisingly soft kiss against the flesh, just above the waist band.
Adam gasped and leaned against his desk when Sylar unbuttoned the slacks and left a dry kiss against the newly revealed skin. The sound of the zipper grated against the silence of the room around them. Another kiss was levied just above the line of Adam’s boxers. But Sylar stopped, he attention shifting to the shirt that was hanging down in his way.
He unfastened the two lowest buttons, pushing away the offending cloth. He liked from the third button down to the top of the boxers, leaving a trail of hot saliva that grew cold in the open air. Again, Sylar went back to the task of the obtrusive shirt. He undid the third button, revealing Adam’s bellybutton.
Sylar dipped his tongue down and around Adam’s navel, and up to the next button, which was at his diaphragm. He slid the button undone until there was a new patch of skin revealed. He scrapped his teethe over Adam’s mid-section, hands grazing over nipples still hidden under shirt. Sylar was no longer on his knees, but squatting slightly.
The last button was ripped out of its position as Sylar stood to full height, just slightly taller than Adam. That same twisted smirk crossed his face as he bent close, nose beside nose, breath against breath. Adam brought a hand to the back of Sylar’s head, running his hands through it until it rested on the back of his neck. He moved closer, tilting his head to brush lips against lips.
For a moment, neither of them moved forward until Sylar ran his tongue over Adam’s bottom lip, over his teeth. Adam pushed his mouth over Sylar’s, almost swallowing his tongue, but Sylar pulled it back, sliding over Adam’s. Sylar pushed off the shirt he had been so thoughtfully unbuttoning as they pushed and swirled their tongues together.
Sylar pushed Adam against the desk behind him, forcing his tongue further into his mouth. He released the captive lips and trailed kiss down the neck, stubble poking against tongue and teeth. A lick dipped along the collar bones, down the chest, along one nipple. It was sucked in and licked, Adam moaned and sucked in a harsh breath seemingly all at once.
Slowly, Sylar drew himself back up moving in for another kiss, harsher this time, enough to nearly leave bruises. Adam pushed back, bit Sylar’s bottom lip. They quickly became frantic, moving against each other. Adam gave no ceremony to taking off the black tee shirt that Sylar wore. He pushed it up fiercely, pulling it over his head, messing up the ends of his hair, sending them every which way.
The presses of skin against skin, heat falling into heat, made Adam feel desperate. The two barely parted, even for air. Sylar’s hands moved to Adam’s open fly, pushing the dress pants down. They flittered to the ground and Adam kicked them off and ridded himself of shoes. Sylar pressed his erection against him through layers of cloth.
“Fuck,” Adam whispered harshly, the words swallowed into Sylar’s mouth.
“I plan to,” Sylar retorted with a grin. He pushed Adam’s boxers away and once again dropped to his knees. He wrapped long fingers around Adam’s cock and licked the tip. Adam arched his back when Sylar took him as far as he could, near the back of his throat. He tried to keep himself from gagging when Adam bucked forward.
Instead, he gripped Adam’s hips tightly to keep them from moving. He swirled his tongue around the tip of the cock, and sucked on it lightly. Adam threw his head back as Sylar took it all the way to the back of his throat, trying to keep hold of his gag reflexes, and swallowed, squeezing the tip. He moved up and down slowly, running a tongue against the vein on the underside of Adam’s cock.
Adam could feel the familiar warmth and tension growing low in his stomach and his balls began to clench. His climax was just beginning when Sylar suddenly pulled away. Adam let out a gasp of frustration, a breath he had not even realized he had been holding in. The heat of being so close to Sylar was gone. He opened his eyes to see Sylar watching him, undoing his own trousers.
When he returned, Adam pulled him into a bruising hungry kiss, pushing his tongue into every crevice of Sylar’s mouth. They both forced the obstructing garment out of the way, Sylar stepping out and closer to Adam, a feet neither thought possible. Their mouths fought fiercely against one another, pushing and pulling.
With fervor, Sylar turned Adam and bent him over the desk. He bit the back of Adam’s ear, licked the lobe. He trailed his tongue down the path of Adam’s spine, to his tailbone. He stopped there, much to the protest of Adam and made his way back up.
“How much do you want this to hurt?” Sylar whispered into Adam’s ear, a shiver coursing through him. Sylar positioned his cock between cheeks, prepared to move in without any lubrication. Adam grunted but made no answer.
“How much?” Sylar asked again, pushing in slightly. The pain mixed with pleasure as Adam had had no preparation. He quickly reached into one of the desk draws on the other side and retrieved a small tube of lotion. Sylar smirked as the bottled was shoved into his hand.
Sylar made quick work of uncapping the bottle and slathering a good portion on his fingers. As much as he tried to keep himself under control, feeling Adam underneath him, his skin pushing against him, drove him nearly to the edge. He pushed a finger into Adam, who said something that Sylar was pretty sure was not in English. The sound alone made Sylar nearly come.
He pushed another finger in, scissoring them to spread Adam wider. He intentionally avoided the prostate, not wanting Adam to come quite yet. He pushed a third finger in, Adam gasping and pushing himself down on Sylar’s fingers, trying to move them further in. Sylar pulled the fingers out and grasped Adam’s hips, which he knew would result in bruises later.
Without any preamble, Sylar thrust into Adam, all the way to his balls. Adam let out a yell that would wake up half a city block. He laid his head against the cool wood of the desk, his breath fogging up the waxed surface. Sylar dragged long fingers through blonde hair, grabbing and twisting as he pulled out and thrust in again.
There might have been words, but neither could hear them. All Adam knew was the feel of Sylar inside of him, moving in a fast rhythm, pushing hard against his prostate. They were not sure if there were words, but they knew there were sounds. Sylar let out a grunt every time he pulled out and moved back in.
The thrusts became shallow and Sylar reached around Adam to grab his cock. He pumped quickly, Sylar’s other hand braced against his back and Adam hovered just above the desk top. With a tight grasp and rapid movement, not to mention the shallow movement inside him, Adam came hard. He braced his head against the desk and tried to make a sound, but was not sure it actually managed to escape his throat.
Sylar rocked in and out a few more times before burying himself deep and coming, hands moving to grip Adam’s hips. His breath hitched as he released, sweat dripping off his face onto Adam’s back, running down his spine. Sylar leaned close to his ear, warm breath against the sensitive shell.
“I like mutually beneficial.”
Author: Katie821
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Sylar
Summary: Two villains reach a mutually beneficial understanding.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
He could hear the tussling outside of his office door. His ears peaked at the distinct sound of a man yelling and cursing. The doors flew open to reveal two of his minions, he couldn’t remember their names, only their powers. Struggling in their tight hold was a tall, slender man, dressed head to toe in black. He stopped as soon as his eyes met Adam Monroe.
The two men shoved Sylar to his knees, making him visibly wince. They held him down with two secure hands on his shoulders. Adam stood from his desk and walked a few feet from his new guest, a pleasant smile on his face.
“So nice of you to drop by,” Adam said, voice deceptively friendly. “What do I owe the pleasure?”
“I need my powers back,” Sylar replied through gritted teeth. It really was his last resort. He had tried Mohinder, who was a little less than agreeable, Matt even more so.
“What makes you think I can help you,” arms crossing over chest. One blonde eyebrow was arched and there was only a hint of a knowing smile on his lips.
“You can heal people, you can fix me,” Sylar said.
“And what’s to stop you from killing me and taking my power for your own? Your word? Pinky swear? Scout’s honor?” He released the arms to hang at his side. He stepped forward, towering over the kneeling figure, like a priest giving communion.
“Nothing,” Sylar gave the honest answer. Adam squatted down to look him in the eyes and smiled.
“Than why would I help you?”
“Because you need me. With the powers I have you wouldn’t need anyone else,” he retorted, wrestling pointedly against the guards. Adam glanced at the two men to see worry glint across their faces.
“A truce then, that’s what you propose?” Adam stood back up, he stalked to his desk quickly and picked something up. He returned to press a gun to Sylar’s forehead. “If there is one solitary moment where I believe that you would betray me, you better pray to whatever deity you please that you’re fast enough.”
He pulled the trigger and Sylar would have jumped back if it weren’t for the sure hands on his shoulders and the cramp in his leg. Nothing happened, just an empty click. Sylar could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage, desperate to escape.
“Point taken?” Adam leaned down next to Sylar’s ear. All Sylar could do was give a shallow nod, barely visible and Adam had only known he did it because he could the top of Sylar’s ear move against his nose. “Good.”
He stood up once again and nodded for his guards to let Sylar go. They nodded in turn and released him, heading out the door without as much as a word. As he heard the door shut, Sylar began to rise only to feel another forceful hand on his shoulder.
“What do you really expect to give me?” Adam whispered above him. He stood behind Sylar, an absent hand tracing his earlobe. Adam circled around to stand only a few inches away from him.
Sylar hand been sitting down on the calves, but at this he pushed himself straight, putting all his weight on his knees. Now his face was directly in front of Adam’s belt buckle. His eyes flashed from the buckle up to the darkened blue eyes that loomed over him.
“Everything,” Sylar answered, his lips twisting into a grin. He ran a hand up Adam’s left leg, over the growing bulge of his pants, and to the silver buckle. Sylar deftly unfastened it, pulling it out of the loops.
His long fingers hooked into the waist band and pulled out the blue dress shirt that was tucked into it. Sylar pushed the cloth up until the cold hair tickled the skin of Adam’s lower abdomen. Goosebumps erupted across his exposed skin and only grew worse when Sylar pressed a surprisingly soft kiss against the flesh, just above the waist band.
Adam gasped and leaned against his desk when Sylar unbuttoned the slacks and left a dry kiss against the newly revealed skin. The sound of the zipper grated against the silence of the room around them. Another kiss was levied just above the line of Adam’s boxers. But Sylar stopped, he attention shifting to the shirt that was hanging down in his way.
He unfastened the two lowest buttons, pushing away the offending cloth. He liked from the third button down to the top of the boxers, leaving a trail of hot saliva that grew cold in the open air. Again, Sylar went back to the task of the obtrusive shirt. He undid the third button, revealing Adam’s bellybutton.
Sylar dipped his tongue down and around Adam’s navel, and up to the next button, which was at his diaphragm. He slid the button undone until there was a new patch of skin revealed. He scrapped his teethe over Adam’s mid-section, hands grazing over nipples still hidden under shirt. Sylar was no longer on his knees, but squatting slightly.
The last button was ripped out of its position as Sylar stood to full height, just slightly taller than Adam. That same twisted smirk crossed his face as he bent close, nose beside nose, breath against breath. Adam brought a hand to the back of Sylar’s head, running his hands through it until it rested on the back of his neck. He moved closer, tilting his head to brush lips against lips.
For a moment, neither of them moved forward until Sylar ran his tongue over Adam’s bottom lip, over his teeth. Adam pushed his mouth over Sylar’s, almost swallowing his tongue, but Sylar pulled it back, sliding over Adam’s. Sylar pushed off the shirt he had been so thoughtfully unbuttoning as they pushed and swirled their tongues together.
Sylar pushed Adam against the desk behind him, forcing his tongue further into his mouth. He released the captive lips and trailed kiss down the neck, stubble poking against tongue and teeth. A lick dipped along the collar bones, down the chest, along one nipple. It was sucked in and licked, Adam moaned and sucked in a harsh breath seemingly all at once.
Slowly, Sylar drew himself back up moving in for another kiss, harsher this time, enough to nearly leave bruises. Adam pushed back, bit Sylar’s bottom lip. They quickly became frantic, moving against each other. Adam gave no ceremony to taking off the black tee shirt that Sylar wore. He pushed it up fiercely, pulling it over his head, messing up the ends of his hair, sending them every which way.
The presses of skin against skin, heat falling into heat, made Adam feel desperate. The two barely parted, even for air. Sylar’s hands moved to Adam’s open fly, pushing the dress pants down. They flittered to the ground and Adam kicked them off and ridded himself of shoes. Sylar pressed his erection against him through layers of cloth.
“Fuck,” Adam whispered harshly, the words swallowed into Sylar’s mouth.
“I plan to,” Sylar retorted with a grin. He pushed Adam’s boxers away and once again dropped to his knees. He wrapped long fingers around Adam’s cock and licked the tip. Adam arched his back when Sylar took him as far as he could, near the back of his throat. He tried to keep himself from gagging when Adam bucked forward.
Instead, he gripped Adam’s hips tightly to keep them from moving. He swirled his tongue around the tip of the cock, and sucked on it lightly. Adam threw his head back as Sylar took it all the way to the back of his throat, trying to keep hold of his gag reflexes, and swallowed, squeezing the tip. He moved up and down slowly, running a tongue against the vein on the underside of Adam’s cock.
Adam could feel the familiar warmth and tension growing low in his stomach and his balls began to clench. His climax was just beginning when Sylar suddenly pulled away. Adam let out a gasp of frustration, a breath he had not even realized he had been holding in. The heat of being so close to Sylar was gone. He opened his eyes to see Sylar watching him, undoing his own trousers.
When he returned, Adam pulled him into a bruising hungry kiss, pushing his tongue into every crevice of Sylar’s mouth. They both forced the obstructing garment out of the way, Sylar stepping out and closer to Adam, a feet neither thought possible. Their mouths fought fiercely against one another, pushing and pulling.
With fervor, Sylar turned Adam and bent him over the desk. He bit the back of Adam’s ear, licked the lobe. He trailed his tongue down the path of Adam’s spine, to his tailbone. He stopped there, much to the protest of Adam and made his way back up.
“How much do you want this to hurt?” Sylar whispered into Adam’s ear, a shiver coursing through him. Sylar positioned his cock between cheeks, prepared to move in without any lubrication. Adam grunted but made no answer.
“How much?” Sylar asked again, pushing in slightly. The pain mixed with pleasure as Adam had had no preparation. He quickly reached into one of the desk draws on the other side and retrieved a small tube of lotion. Sylar smirked as the bottled was shoved into his hand.
Sylar made quick work of uncapping the bottle and slathering a good portion on his fingers. As much as he tried to keep himself under control, feeling Adam underneath him, his skin pushing against him, drove him nearly to the edge. He pushed a finger into Adam, who said something that Sylar was pretty sure was not in English. The sound alone made Sylar nearly come.
He pushed another finger in, scissoring them to spread Adam wider. He intentionally avoided the prostate, not wanting Adam to come quite yet. He pushed a third finger in, Adam gasping and pushing himself down on Sylar’s fingers, trying to move them further in. Sylar pulled the fingers out and grasped Adam’s hips, which he knew would result in bruises later.
Without any preamble, Sylar thrust into Adam, all the way to his balls. Adam let out a yell that would wake up half a city block. He laid his head against the cool wood of the desk, his breath fogging up the waxed surface. Sylar dragged long fingers through blonde hair, grabbing and twisting as he pulled out and thrust in again.
There might have been words, but neither could hear them. All Adam knew was the feel of Sylar inside of him, moving in a fast rhythm, pushing hard against his prostate. They were not sure if there were words, but they knew there were sounds. Sylar let out a grunt every time he pulled out and moved back in.
The thrusts became shallow and Sylar reached around Adam to grab his cock. He pumped quickly, Sylar’s other hand braced against his back and Adam hovered just above the desk top. With a tight grasp and rapid movement, not to mention the shallow movement inside him, Adam came hard. He braced his head against the desk and tried to make a sound, but was not sure it actually managed to escape his throat.
Sylar rocked in and out a few more times before burying himself deep and coming, hands moving to grip Adam’s hips. His breath hitched as he released, sweat dripping off his face onto Adam’s back, running down his spine. Sylar leaned close to his ear, warm breath against the sensitive shell.
“I like mutually beneficial.”