Drive Me Crazy
Title: Drive Me Crazy
Author: mello_bello_91
Characters: Sylar/Lyle
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Word Count: 947
Warnings: masturbation, language
Summary: Something is different, Lyle just can't figure out what. It's kinda a sequel type thing for One Step Closer You could read this by itself, it would probably make more sense if you read the first one though.
Notes: So, technically, kick_back_80s did the whole beta thing.
Since Sylar had started visiting him, Lyle could think of nothing else but his nightly visits. Lyle was just glad it was the summer so he didn't have to worry about school work and his grades, because there was no way he could focus on anything but Sylar. The thought of Sylar's touch and Sylar's voice, drove Lyle crazy with desire.
Lyle was pacing around his room, Sylar hadn't shown tonight. He was hurt, maybe Sylar's moved on, found a new way to get revenge. Lyle felt a chill go down his spin at the thought. Sylar wouldn't leave him, would he?
"Calm down little one." Sylar was standing by Lyle's window. "My last...job, took longer than I thought it would." A soft chuckle escaped Sylar's lips, a nonexistent job, made up so Sylar would be late, just so he could see how much of an impact he had had on Lyle, and Sylar was very happy with the results.
"Job?" Lyle knew what it meant, he just wanted to hear Sylar say it.
"You know what I do Lyle." Sylar walked towards Lyle, stopping when they were a step apart, a smile forming on Sylar's face as Lyle closed the distance. Sylar decided to reward the boy with a soft kiss, making it harder when Lyle whimpered. "Miss me?" Sylar asked pulling away from the boy.
Lyle just nodded his head, not sure what Sylar would do next. Something was different tonight. Sylar was never late, even if he did have a "job" to do, and Sylar never kissed Lyle. The only time Sylar even touched Lyle was when Lyle was close, and Sylar just wanted to push him to the edge by running a hand through his hair, or over his face. Something was off about Sylar, Lyle just wasn't sure what it was.
"What's wrong?" Sylar tried to make his voice seem sympathetic, finding it amazingly easy. Sylar had decided that it was easy because he was use to lying and deceiving people, not because he cared about the boy. The boy was just a means to an end, a weapon to be used against those he hated and wanted revenge against.
"Nothing." Lyle answered quickly, he didn't want Sylar to think he was a wimp, worrying about stupid things like a teenage girl.
A ringing went off in Sylar's ears. "hm, don't lie to me Lyle."
Lyle loved hearing Sylar say his name, "I'm not, I wouldn't."
No ringing. Sylar smiled at how well he had the boy wrapped around his finger. The boy would do anything for him, and Sylar loved the control he had over him. "No, I suppose you wouldn't." Sylar placed a hand on Lyle's cheek. Lyle eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into Sylar's touch.
"Sylar?" Lyle all but moaned out the killers name.
"Yes?" Sylar asked, while stroking a hand through Lyle's hair.
Lyle opened his eyes to stare into Sylar's. "What's going to happen, after you get your revenge?"
Sylar smiled, "our revenge." He corrected, "and, I don't know. Whatever you'd like." Sylar knew what was going to happen, he was going to get his revenge on Bennett and the cheerleader, by fucking Lyle in front of them, and then he was going to leave Lyle here, broken, just to double their pain. Oh, Sylar was going to enjoy every moment of this.
"I don't know what I want." Lyle answered. Well, Lyle knew what he wanted, he wanted Sylar, but he knew that Sylar probably wouldn't want him.
"Now Lyle, we both know that's not true." Sylar placed his hand under Lyle's chin and gently raised Lyle's head so that they were looking into each others eyes. Sylar's smile darkened, "I know exactly what you want."
Sylar placed his free hand on Lyle's stomach, and started moving his hand down Lyle's body. "You want me to touch you." Lyle moaned, eyes closing. Sylar slowly kissed his way from Lyle's mouth to his ear, and back again. His hand moving from Lyle's chin to his neck. "You want me to remove these boxers of yours," Sylar's hand doing just that. "Show me what else you want me to do, Lyle." Lyle's name a whisper.
Lyle nodded and slowly wrapped his hand around his cock, and started pumping slowly. Everything was slow, Sylar always wanted him to do things slowly, no matter what they were. Sylar started kissing his way down Lyle's body, stopping to lick circle's around Lyle's nipples. With a whispered "Sylar" Lyle released himself all over his hand.
Once done, Lyle started to move his hand up to his mouth, as Sylar had taught him to, only to be stopped by Sylar placing a hand around Lyle's wrist. A smirk appeared on Sylar's face as he pulled Lyle's fingers into his mouth, sucking softly. Another moan escaped Lyle's mouth, this was new, Sylar never touched Lyle so much in the month that they had had these meetings. Sylar slowly pulled Lyle's now clean fingers out of his mouth, and smiled. "This was fun, but it's time I go."
Lyle nodded, sad that their time together was ending.
Sylar wanted to laugh at how weak Lyle was, actually thinking that Sylar cared about him. Please, Lyle was just a tool that Sylar planned on using until it no longer benefited him. Besides, the time was drawing near to get his revenge, and Sylar was looking forward to the look on Bennett's face when he had Lyle in his grasp, begging for Sylar to touch him, and to go harder or faster. Revenge would be sweet, and hurting the boy too was just an added bonus. Sylar enjoyed killing people, but breaking them could be just as fun.
Author: mello_bello_91
Characters: Sylar/Lyle
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Word Count: 947
Warnings: masturbation, language
Summary: Something is different, Lyle just can't figure out what. It's kinda a sequel type thing for One Step Closer You could read this by itself, it would probably make more sense if you read the first one though.
Notes: So, technically, kick_back_80s did the whole beta thing.
Since Sylar had started visiting him, Lyle could think of nothing else but his nightly visits. Lyle was just glad it was the summer so he didn't have to worry about school work and his grades, because there was no way he could focus on anything but Sylar. The thought of Sylar's touch and Sylar's voice, drove Lyle crazy with desire.
Lyle was pacing around his room, Sylar hadn't shown tonight. He was hurt, maybe Sylar's moved on, found a new way to get revenge. Lyle felt a chill go down his spin at the thought. Sylar wouldn't leave him, would he?
"Calm down little one." Sylar was standing by Lyle's window. "My last...job, took longer than I thought it would." A soft chuckle escaped Sylar's lips, a nonexistent job, made up so Sylar would be late, just so he could see how much of an impact he had had on Lyle, and Sylar was very happy with the results.
"Job?" Lyle knew what it meant, he just wanted to hear Sylar say it.
"You know what I do Lyle." Sylar walked towards Lyle, stopping when they were a step apart, a smile forming on Sylar's face as Lyle closed the distance. Sylar decided to reward the boy with a soft kiss, making it harder when Lyle whimpered. "Miss me?" Sylar asked pulling away from the boy.
Lyle just nodded his head, not sure what Sylar would do next. Something was different tonight. Sylar was never late, even if he did have a "job" to do, and Sylar never kissed Lyle. The only time Sylar even touched Lyle was when Lyle was close, and Sylar just wanted to push him to the edge by running a hand through his hair, or over his face. Something was off about Sylar, Lyle just wasn't sure what it was.
"What's wrong?" Sylar tried to make his voice seem sympathetic, finding it amazingly easy. Sylar had decided that it was easy because he was use to lying and deceiving people, not because he cared about the boy. The boy was just a means to an end, a weapon to be used against those he hated and wanted revenge against.
"Nothing." Lyle answered quickly, he didn't want Sylar to think he was a wimp, worrying about stupid things like a teenage girl.
A ringing went off in Sylar's ears. "hm, don't lie to me Lyle."
Lyle loved hearing Sylar say his name, "I'm not, I wouldn't."
No ringing. Sylar smiled at how well he had the boy wrapped around his finger. The boy would do anything for him, and Sylar loved the control he had over him. "No, I suppose you wouldn't." Sylar placed a hand on Lyle's cheek. Lyle eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into Sylar's touch.
"Sylar?" Lyle all but moaned out the killers name.
"Yes?" Sylar asked, while stroking a hand through Lyle's hair.
Lyle opened his eyes to stare into Sylar's. "What's going to happen, after you get your revenge?"
Sylar smiled, "our revenge." He corrected, "and, I don't know. Whatever you'd like." Sylar knew what was going to happen, he was going to get his revenge on Bennett and the cheerleader, by fucking Lyle in front of them, and then he was going to leave Lyle here, broken, just to double their pain. Oh, Sylar was going to enjoy every moment of this.
"I don't know what I want." Lyle answered. Well, Lyle knew what he wanted, he wanted Sylar, but he knew that Sylar probably wouldn't want him.
"Now Lyle, we both know that's not true." Sylar placed his hand under Lyle's chin and gently raised Lyle's head so that they were looking into each others eyes. Sylar's smile darkened, "I know exactly what you want."
Sylar placed his free hand on Lyle's stomach, and started moving his hand down Lyle's body. "You want me to touch you." Lyle moaned, eyes closing. Sylar slowly kissed his way from Lyle's mouth to his ear, and back again. His hand moving from Lyle's chin to his neck. "You want me to remove these boxers of yours," Sylar's hand doing just that. "Show me what else you want me to do, Lyle." Lyle's name a whisper.
Lyle nodded and slowly wrapped his hand around his cock, and started pumping slowly. Everything was slow, Sylar always wanted him to do things slowly, no matter what they were. Sylar started kissing his way down Lyle's body, stopping to lick circle's around Lyle's nipples. With a whispered "Sylar" Lyle released himself all over his hand.
Once done, Lyle started to move his hand up to his mouth, as Sylar had taught him to, only to be stopped by Sylar placing a hand around Lyle's wrist. A smirk appeared on Sylar's face as he pulled Lyle's fingers into his mouth, sucking softly. Another moan escaped Lyle's mouth, this was new, Sylar never touched Lyle so much in the month that they had had these meetings. Sylar slowly pulled Lyle's now clean fingers out of his mouth, and smiled. "This was fun, but it's time I go."
Lyle nodded, sad that their time together was ending.
Sylar wanted to laugh at how weak Lyle was, actually thinking that Sylar cared about him. Please, Lyle was just a tool that Sylar planned on using until it no longer benefited him. Besides, the time was drawing near to get his revenge, and Sylar was looking forward to the look on Bennett's face when he had Lyle in his grasp, begging for Sylar to touch him, and to go harder or faster. Revenge would be sweet, and hurting the boy too was just an added bonus. Sylar enjoyed killing people, but breaking them could be just as fun.