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lukexsylar
Coin-Operated Boy
Title: Coin-Operated Boy
Author/Artist: drkwlf
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,371
Pairing(s): Sylar/Luke
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I can play with them.
Summary: Sylar is consumed by dreams.
Spoilers: That Luke exists.
Warning(s): Luke is technically 17, which may possibly offend.
A/N: This fic was inspired by the song Coin-Operated Boy by The Dresden Dolls. And thanks to my beta, moonmaiden34! Hope everyone enjoys it.
The pieces fit together perfectly. The metal gears shift making a faint clanking noise. The machine heart beats, coming to life in the chest filled with small moving parts. The plastic body with elastic joints starts to move of its own accord. When the eyelids snap open he looks so real but he is just a beautiful toy. Clocks tick in the background.
I wake up in a pool of cold sweat. It is early in the morning. The sun hasn’t yet come up. That must have been a dream. I leave the hotel I broke into to get the car I stole. Today is the day I finally arrive at my father’s house. I don’t need anything, especially a dream, to distract me.
Now it is dark and I am driving. This time I am no longer alone. My father vanished before I could see him but I wound up with a kid instead. He was like a toy sitting on a shelf, waiting to be played with. He had a lot of potential but no one to direct him. When I arrived and showed him the way, he sprang to life; a puppet without strings. He is talkative, naïve but with a cruel streak.
He is fascinating. Reminds me of someone I have seen before.
We are in a hotel room. I watch him undress. He slowly takes off his clothes until he is nude. He folds his few possessions neatly and sets them on a vacant chair. He lies down on in the bed, his eyes stay on me waiting for approval or condemnation. I say nothing. I turn off the lights and recline onto my own bed, fully clothed. My eyes are trained on him until I know he has fallen asleep. I rise and walk to his bed. Hesitantly, I rest my body next to him. I wrap my arms around him and pretend this is what normal would feel like. Love without complications. I let sleep wash over me.
Flashes of faces and flesh blur past. So many that I have seen before. The beautiful dark one who was so innocent and became so callous; he is naked and panting beneath me. The pale one with sad eyes, who was already taken a hold of by another; he cries my name in anguish and release. All the countless others who began bright and alive, that I destroyed and left. The spinning stops. I stare at the back of the one in front of me. Smooth and like skin but not quite right. There are seams along his sides where he was melted together. No one holds a candle to this new boy. I want to see him. I touch his skin, wanting him to face me. He is gone. Everything is black.
I wake up. Only a few hours have passed. I return to my own bed to leave him snoring quietly. I think it is better to sleep alone.
The sun rises and he wakes. Eyes open, once again looking at me for commands. I tie my shoes and adjust my clothes. He gets the idea and reluctantly puts his clothes back on.
The days start to run into each other. By day we travel from place to place by night my dreams consume me; dreams of the past and dreams of a life-sized toy. He talks incessantly but I know he grows weary of my silence and rejection. He thinks his appearance in my life is due to fate and romanticizes our relationship the way only the young can. He thinks he can save me.
One day our trail is discovered, men in black surround us thinking they can take me. He is worried, but they are nothing for me. I kill five of them almost immediately, blue electricity shocking the life out of each of their bodies simultaneously. I keep two alive and take them with us. It is time to educate him.
We are out in the middle of nowhere, a place where screams can go unheard for miles. I use the first one as a demonstration. The death is slow and painful, screams echo into the distance while the grass turns from green to red. Only a little information is gleaned, some parcel about tracking through traffic cameras and face recognition.
The second one yields less information, but served his purpose as a learning tool. He learns quickly. The flesh boils then melts off bones. He listens well and does everything I say. His eyes glow as the mess in front of him becomes less human and more carnage. He relishes in the anguish and gore. He is beautiful.
He turns to me and smiles; he says he was made for me. He says he never felt alive until the first time he saw me. Saw what I was. He will be anything I want him to be.
We change our direction though I am sure that even if we were to be located again, it would be something to enjoy on our part.
Later we are in another hotel room; one that looks like all the others before it. He is on his bed watching me. He gets up and undresses slowly. I do not look away. My eyes are drawn to the exposed flesh that is so perfect it does not look real. His shirt is off and his pants follow. He is nude and turns to walk towards the bathroom. He looks over his shoulder at me; those eyes that seem so familiar.
He disappears and the sound of running water fills the room. I undress myself, almost without thought. My feet take me to the shower and I slip in behind him. I touch his skin and it is so smooth it feels like it will wash away with the water. My finger runs down his side and I see a light scar that looks like a seam closing up his body. He doesn’t try to explain it and I don’t want him to.
He lets out a breath and leans into the curve of my body. My hands roam of the front of his body. He feels so fragile, like he could break at any moment. My hands go lower and I feel his cock is hard and his breathing becomes more ragged. He braces his hands against the tiled wall, pushing his ass against my prick. Just what I was wishing he would do.
My hands grasp his ass, slightly pulling the cheeks apart, exposing something I have wanted this entire time. My cock is hard and glistening with the water that is pouring down. I do not wish to prepare him. I think he wants it that way. I slowly push my cock into his ass. He is crying out but he never says to stop. I keep going, pushing in and he is getting tighter and tighter. All the way in and I start to move. I grip my hands on his soft ass, my nails biting in. I thrust hard and deep. It is like a dream.
I move in and out of his ass savagely, feeling it grip me like he doesn’t want me to leave. He yells and moans but never says a word. I feel the heat starting in my toes, slowly moving up towards my cock. He screams, louder this time and I hear his cum splatter against the wall in front of him. His ass shakes with his orgasm and the heat that has been building explodes out of me as I cum deep inside of him.
I rest my head against his back as the water flows between us, almost washing us clean. My arm wraps around him as he turns around to face me. I hear his pretty voice, just a whisper louder than the running water. He says that he loves me and that he is always thinking of me. His face so doll like, like so many dreams I have had.
He feels like a boy should feel and this is what I want. This is something straight and to the point. I let myself smile at him.
"I love you, Luke."
x-posted: my journal, lukexsylar, heroes_slash, sylar_slash
Author/Artist: drkwlf
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,371
Pairing(s): Sylar/Luke
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I can play with them.
Summary: Sylar is consumed by dreams.
Spoilers: That Luke exists.
Warning(s): Luke is technically 17, which may possibly offend.
A/N: This fic was inspired by the song Coin-Operated Boy by The Dresden Dolls. And thanks to my beta, moonmaiden34! Hope everyone enjoys it.
The pieces fit together perfectly. The metal gears shift making a faint clanking noise. The machine heart beats, coming to life in the chest filled with small moving parts. The plastic body with elastic joints starts to move of its own accord. When the eyelids snap open he looks so real but he is just a beautiful toy. Clocks tick in the background.
I wake up in a pool of cold sweat. It is early in the morning. The sun hasn’t yet come up. That must have been a dream. I leave the hotel I broke into to get the car I stole. Today is the day I finally arrive at my father’s house. I don’t need anything, especially a dream, to distract me.
Now it is dark and I am driving. This time I am no longer alone. My father vanished before I could see him but I wound up with a kid instead. He was like a toy sitting on a shelf, waiting to be played with. He had a lot of potential but no one to direct him. When I arrived and showed him the way, he sprang to life; a puppet without strings. He is talkative, naïve but with a cruel streak.
He is fascinating. Reminds me of someone I have seen before.
We are in a hotel room. I watch him undress. He slowly takes off his clothes until he is nude. He folds his few possessions neatly and sets them on a vacant chair. He lies down on in the bed, his eyes stay on me waiting for approval or condemnation. I say nothing. I turn off the lights and recline onto my own bed, fully clothed. My eyes are trained on him until I know he has fallen asleep. I rise and walk to his bed. Hesitantly, I rest my body next to him. I wrap my arms around him and pretend this is what normal would feel like. Love without complications. I let sleep wash over me.
Flashes of faces and flesh blur past. So many that I have seen before. The beautiful dark one who was so innocent and became so callous; he is naked and panting beneath me. The pale one with sad eyes, who was already taken a hold of by another; he cries my name in anguish and release. All the countless others who began bright and alive, that I destroyed and left. The spinning stops. I stare at the back of the one in front of me. Smooth and like skin but not quite right. There are seams along his sides where he was melted together. No one holds a candle to this new boy. I want to see him. I touch his skin, wanting him to face me. He is gone. Everything is black.
I wake up. Only a few hours have passed. I return to my own bed to leave him snoring quietly. I think it is better to sleep alone.
The sun rises and he wakes. Eyes open, once again looking at me for commands. I tie my shoes and adjust my clothes. He gets the idea and reluctantly puts his clothes back on.
The days start to run into each other. By day we travel from place to place by night my dreams consume me; dreams of the past and dreams of a life-sized toy. He talks incessantly but I know he grows weary of my silence and rejection. He thinks his appearance in my life is due to fate and romanticizes our relationship the way only the young can. He thinks he can save me.
One day our trail is discovered, men in black surround us thinking they can take me. He is worried, but they are nothing for me. I kill five of them almost immediately, blue electricity shocking the life out of each of their bodies simultaneously. I keep two alive and take them with us. It is time to educate him.
We are out in the middle of nowhere, a place where screams can go unheard for miles. I use the first one as a demonstration. The death is slow and painful, screams echo into the distance while the grass turns from green to red. Only a little information is gleaned, some parcel about tracking through traffic cameras and face recognition.
The second one yields less information, but served his purpose as a learning tool. He learns quickly. The flesh boils then melts off bones. He listens well and does everything I say. His eyes glow as the mess in front of him becomes less human and more carnage. He relishes in the anguish and gore. He is beautiful.
He turns to me and smiles; he says he was made for me. He says he never felt alive until the first time he saw me. Saw what I was. He will be anything I want him to be.
We change our direction though I am sure that even if we were to be located again, it would be something to enjoy on our part.
Later we are in another hotel room; one that looks like all the others before it. He is on his bed watching me. He gets up and undresses slowly. I do not look away. My eyes are drawn to the exposed flesh that is so perfect it does not look real. His shirt is off and his pants follow. He is nude and turns to walk towards the bathroom. He looks over his shoulder at me; those eyes that seem so familiar.
He disappears and the sound of running water fills the room. I undress myself, almost without thought. My feet take me to the shower and I slip in behind him. I touch his skin and it is so smooth it feels like it will wash away with the water. My finger runs down his side and I see a light scar that looks like a seam closing up his body. He doesn’t try to explain it and I don’t want him to.
He lets out a breath and leans into the curve of my body. My hands roam of the front of his body. He feels so fragile, like he could break at any moment. My hands go lower and I feel his cock is hard and his breathing becomes more ragged. He braces his hands against the tiled wall, pushing his ass against my prick. Just what I was wishing he would do.
My hands grasp his ass, slightly pulling the cheeks apart, exposing something I have wanted this entire time. My cock is hard and glistening with the water that is pouring down. I do not wish to prepare him. I think he wants it that way. I slowly push my cock into his ass. He is crying out but he never says to stop. I keep going, pushing in and he is getting tighter and tighter. All the way in and I start to move. I grip my hands on his soft ass, my nails biting in. I thrust hard and deep. It is like a dream.
I move in and out of his ass savagely, feeling it grip me like he doesn’t want me to leave. He yells and moans but never says a word. I feel the heat starting in my toes, slowly moving up towards my cock. He screams, louder this time and I hear his cum splatter against the wall in front of him. His ass shakes with his orgasm and the heat that has been building explodes out of me as I cum deep inside of him.
I rest my head against his back as the water flows between us, almost washing us clean. My arm wraps around him as he turns around to face me. I hear his pretty voice, just a whisper louder than the running water. He says that he loves me and that he is always thinking of me. His face so doll like, like so many dreams I have had.
He feels like a boy should feel and this is what I want. This is something straight and to the point. I let myself smile at him.
"I love you, Luke."
x-posted: my journal, lukexsylar, heroes_slash, sylar_slash