Prompt called me...
Title: Chance
Author: Who Wants To Know?
Summary: Sylar gets his revenge. Mohinder gets a gun.
Warning: Misuse of a gun. And non-con. Though it seems dubious. Breathplay too.
Rating: NC-17.
Anonymous kink prompt. A gun was thrown in because I went to the help page on the kink page and I realized...I might have a gun kink.
Once he had gotten free from the chair and had finished beating Mohinder to a pulp he had been so flushed with adrenaline he had been on the doctor before he realized what it was he was doing. It had been the natural culmination of what he started as Zane two days ago. Clothes had been ripped from the tanned body viciously and he had been buried in Mohinder’s gorgeously, tight heat almost before he could say no. And even when he fought back with his fists…well, Sylar licked aside some blood that had dried by the corner of his mouth and continued his ragged thrusting, hands strangling Mohinder’s throat.
"Christ Mohinder…" Telekinesis stopped him from fighting back any more than that. He figured he had perhaps two more minutes of strangling off Mohinder’s air like this before he’d pass out. "Come on…come on…Mohinder!" But he was so warm, so close!
Orgasm crashed into him like a freight train sending him slamming forward as he threw his head back with a cry. Mohinder’s body clenched around him, merely reactionary from the lack of air as was his sudden erection, but as he hadn’t been able to get him up before…
"Oh…God." He let out a soft, breathless groan as he let go of Mohinder’s neck and heard him take a sharp, desperate gasp of air as he was suddenly freed from his power as well and struggled weakly, pushing against him. Sylar let out a light, almost airy laugh and pulled out, slumping to the side and rolling onto his back.
Mohinder’s wet, heavy breathing was distracting. He pulled himself backwards on the floor until he was slumped against the wall. Couldn’t help his eyes sweeping over the sprawled body on the floor in front of him, watched Mohinder’s erection flag and fade quickly. Pity.
The gun they had fought for earlier glinted at him from across the room. And he decided to ask a question to the softly weeping man lying defiled on the floor. "Do you like guns Mohinder?"
For a moment there was only panting in the sun-lit apartment, two mingled heavy breaths and barely audible sniffles. Then the raven-coloured head of curly hair turned to face him and he met Mohinder’s dark brown eyes as they looked blankly at him.
"Do you like Russian Roulette Mohinder?" Sylar sat up straight, back pressed against the wall, still breathing heavily as he watched Mohinder lay motionless on the floor, not even squirming anymore. "I suppose that is a stupid question. After all you did play with fire, trying to torture me. So you must like danger." He smiled slowly and raised his hand, making the earlier discarded gun slide loudly across the floor. "Maybe the danger is what gets you off Mohinder?"
"Just-just…leave." Mohinder’s accented voice was flat, dead as he turned to stare at the ceiling, tear tracks glistening from the corners on his eyes into his hairline. "You got your revenge. You’ve got the list. Leave me." It was true. He had had his fill and the list was just over on the laptop waiting for him to memorize it. But…Sylar stood.
"Mohinder, what sort of lover would I be…" He swaggered over until he was standing between Mohinder’s legs and hefted the gun with a wry grin. Mohinder tensed suddenly before trying to scoot back, telekinetic force immediately holding him down spread-eagle again.
"Isn’t it enough…? Isn’t it enough you raped me? Please. Fine. Complete my disgrace and kill me." Mohinder let his head rest back again and laughed bitterly. "Killing me is only fair. After all my list is handing you the lives of…hundreds."
"Must you be so melodramatic Mohinder." Dark, voracious eyes consumed the vision before him, Mohinder’s tousled curls, still sweat-filmed skin and the shallow, reddened bites marks littering his neck and collarbone. And all in one graciously arranged package, spread across the floor. And spread so deliciously…
Mohinder’s body stiffened as Sylar kneeled and loomed over him. "I want to taste you Mohinder." He confessed raggedly, voice low. "I want to have your heavy cock in my mouth as you cry out for me to take you, exploding in my mouth as you come."
Horror-widened brown eyes blinked rapidly before Mohinder bucked up sharply. "No! You’re not doing that to me again! You’re not! You’re…not!"
Sylar chuckled. "You speak as if you could stop it. If that was what I planned." He lifted one arm, waved the hand lazily. The hand holding the gun. "I can’t very well be sucking you and fucking you at the same time can I?" He watched as eyes clouded in confusion, flicking back and forth between his gaze and the gun.
"I don’t-" Sylar leaned forward, dropping onto the forearm holding him up and smirked, eyes roaming Mohinder’s beautiful face.
"Understand?" Cold metal dragged over the tensed muscles under the skin of his bronzed, flat stomach and Mohinder’s eyes widened fearfully before he started to shake his head furiously against the floor. Sylar’s smirk widened into a grin as Mohinder made a high sound when the gun muzzle was pressed just outside his loosened opening. "It won’t hurt as much as I did. And hopefully…you only had that one bullet in the gun." And with that he pushed forward on the gun butt brutally. His previous assault on Mohinder and his release eased much of the resistance.
Mohinder couldn’t move away, and amazingly managed to arch his shoulders a few inches off the floor under the telekinetic force, that was how hard he tried to buck away. He guessed that was what the fear of a loaded gun up their ass did to a person.
"I guess it is still loaded then from your reaction." He twisted the barrel until the trigger and butt were pointing upwards and then teasingly placed a finger over the trigger, wishing Mohinder could see. But all he could do was squirm at the cold sensation and begin to pant and cry again.
"Please! Sylar please! Don’t…" Sculpted hips jerked and twitched against the invasion, even as he begged for it to stop and Sylar withdrew his hand, letting his telekinesis take over there as well.
"Are you still thinking I want to kill you? I don’t…I just want to be a good lover Mohinder. And this is the only way I can make you come too right? The danger? You like it." He leaned forward just the bit more to capture a trembling lip and bit it softly at first before pressing a bit harder…until it broke and then he moaned hungrily lapping at the rush of blood before the first plunge of the gun inside him made Mohinder jerk away again.
"God Mohinder..." He rolled his hips lightly against Mohinder’s. "You’re making me hard again." He rubbed his filling erection against Mohinder’s still flaccid one and frowned. "Is it not enough? Deeper?" Mohinder made a high sound at the back of his throat as the gun withdrew and plunged back in, a little further than before. "I’m not going to stop Mohinder. We can stay like this…all day. No one knows we’re back yet. I just want you to come too Mohinder."
"I can’t! Oh God I can’t!" He cried out, whole body shaking in small, minute spasms.
"No. You won’t let yourself." Concentration angled the gun and started a slowly steady withdraw and plunge, metal rubbing against tender internal tissue, muzzle heading unerringly for that spot…The friction made Mohinder writhe uncomfortably before a startled gasp wrenched out of him at the sensation of his prostate being hit.
"Oh God!" Sylar moaned softly in reply as Mohinder’s limp cock twitched under him.
"Come on…let yourself go. Enjoy it…I just want to taste you Mohinder…" He whispered huskily, nuzzling into the elegant neck stretched next to his mouth. "Tell me you want it. You want me to suck you off. Tell me and mean it and I’ll stop scaring you."
"I…I-I-uh!" Mohinder arched sharply again and the gun jerked at his balls. Sylar let out a shocked gasp himself as the cool metal furthered his arousal.
"Tell me!"
"I want it! I want…" A soft whimper at the slide of heating metal against the already ravaged nerves around his perineum. "God…Sylar please…"
He grinned a shark’s grin, wide and triumphant as he felt Mohinder filling underneath him. "You want the danger Mohinder. You love the feel of this…gun, violating you. I’m almost jealous. My cock isn’t as dangerous as this…" He reached a hand between them again.
"No!" Mohinder gasped out. "Please! I…I need…" His eyes squeezed shut tightly. "I need to feel it in me. I need…the dan-ger…" The last syllable strangled in his throat as Sylar gripped his hair in two tight fists and started to grind against him. "I…please! I’m hard! I’m hard!"
Sylar slowed his own movements and let go gently. "Hmm…are you?" He pulled away still controlling the thrusting gun and sped up its movements. "You could be harder Mohinder."
"You said…" Mohinder cried out sharply. "Suck me off! You said if I…" The gun had finally run out of muzzle to push into him and started to slam harder to make up for it. "If I liked it…you’d suck me off!" The half-pant on the word made Sylar smile and wriggle down between Mohinder’s legs again.
"Maybe you are ready. I love the fact you sound so reluctant yet you pant for it like a whore." He wrapped a hand around the not quite flushed cock and pumped it slowly. Mohinder let out a hoarse moan.
"Take it out. Please, take it out." The desperate plea made him pump a little harder, get Mohinder to full arousal. Then he bent his head and started to suck releasing some of the force holding down Mohinder’s hips.
He immediately felt it, Mohinder’s cock shoving into the back of his throat as the geneticist cried out loudly, a pleasured shout. He could actually feel Mohinder's erection growing in his mouth and it made him moan loudly, hum around the head. Mohinder sobbed out desperate words again.
"Sylar! Oh God! Take it…oout! I-I-God!" He looked up to see the long, brown neck straining desperately backwards, Mohinder’s tortured eyes looking away from him. He hummed, laughed around the now throbbing cock in his throat and swallowed. "AH! AH! AH GOD!"
Sylar rolled his hips urgently against the floor, deep warmth beginning to rise in him from his toes upwards. He wanted Mohinder to come first. He wanted more than anything for Mohinder’s humiliation to be complete. No, he wouldn’t have to kill the man at all. Not physically anyway. The withdraw and plunge of the gun was almost a steady tattoo now in tune to his own movements without his even noticing and he reached out, finger curling into the trigger.
"PLEASE! Pleasepleaseplease…" The steady litany flew from Mohinder’s mouth in time to the rapid bucking of his hips. "God please God!" His finger tightened as Mohinder tensed in his mouth. "Yes! YesyesYEESS!" The sound of the soft click as he pulled the trigger was blanketed under the high shocked gasp that flew from Mohinder’s lips and with one last urgent buck Mohinder came hard, shooting into the back of his throat. Sylar’s choked moan took him over the edge too and he half-swallowed, half choked out Mohinder’s overflowing ejaculation from his mouth.
His powers seemed to give out with his release as immediately Mohinder’s whole body suddenly relaxed, into a puddle against the floor. His chest was heaving helplessly, glistening again and he had a well-fucked glow on his flushing face. When Sylar sat up Mohinder’s wild eyes met his questioningly, fear-tinged.
"All I had to do was telekinetically stop the bullet Mohinder. Did you forget?" He replied to the unspoken question, voice slightly hoarse. Mohinder’s still spread legs jerked upwards as he pulled out the gun. "I destroyed the bullets inside already anyway. But the fear was delicious wasn’t it Mohinder?"
"Bastard. You sick, twisted, fucking…" He cut off the curses with a hungry kiss, plundering Mohinder’s slack mouth.
"And what does that make you?" Sylar whispered after he pulled away, smiling smugly. "I think…I’ll just have a quick peek at that list. I’ll leave it mostly to you. I need a reason to come back after all…" A thumb brushed lightly over Mohinder’s swollen bottom lip. "And I will be back."
Wasted an hour of sleep time trying to get it to post anonymously...gave up =(
Author: Who Wants To Know?
Summary: Sylar gets his revenge. Mohinder gets a gun.
Warning: Misuse of a gun. And non-con. Though it seems dubious. Breathplay too.
Rating: NC-17.
Anonymous kink prompt. A gun was thrown in because I went to the help page on the kink page and I realized...I might have a gun kink.
Once he had gotten free from the chair and had finished beating Mohinder to a pulp he had been so flushed with adrenaline he had been on the doctor before he realized what it was he was doing. It had been the natural culmination of what he started as Zane two days ago. Clothes had been ripped from the tanned body viciously and he had been buried in Mohinder’s gorgeously, tight heat almost before he could say no. And even when he fought back with his fists…well, Sylar licked aside some blood that had dried by the corner of his mouth and continued his ragged thrusting, hands strangling Mohinder’s throat.
"Christ Mohinder…" Telekinesis stopped him from fighting back any more than that. He figured he had perhaps two more minutes of strangling off Mohinder’s air like this before he’d pass out. "Come on…come on…Mohinder!" But he was so warm, so close!
Orgasm crashed into him like a freight train sending him slamming forward as he threw his head back with a cry. Mohinder’s body clenched around him, merely reactionary from the lack of air as was his sudden erection, but as he hadn’t been able to get him up before…
"Oh…God." He let out a soft, breathless groan as he let go of Mohinder’s neck and heard him take a sharp, desperate gasp of air as he was suddenly freed from his power as well and struggled weakly, pushing against him. Sylar let out a light, almost airy laugh and pulled out, slumping to the side and rolling onto his back.
Mohinder’s wet, heavy breathing was distracting. He pulled himself backwards on the floor until he was slumped against the wall. Couldn’t help his eyes sweeping over the sprawled body on the floor in front of him, watched Mohinder’s erection flag and fade quickly. Pity.
The gun they had fought for earlier glinted at him from across the room. And he decided to ask a question to the softly weeping man lying defiled on the floor. "Do you like guns Mohinder?"
For a moment there was only panting in the sun-lit apartment, two mingled heavy breaths and barely audible sniffles. Then the raven-coloured head of curly hair turned to face him and he met Mohinder’s dark brown eyes as they looked blankly at him.
"Do you like Russian Roulette Mohinder?" Sylar sat up straight, back pressed against the wall, still breathing heavily as he watched Mohinder lay motionless on the floor, not even squirming anymore. "I suppose that is a stupid question. After all you did play with fire, trying to torture me. So you must like danger." He smiled slowly and raised his hand, making the earlier discarded gun slide loudly across the floor. "Maybe the danger is what gets you off Mohinder?"
"Just-just…leave." Mohinder’s accented voice was flat, dead as he turned to stare at the ceiling, tear tracks glistening from the corners on his eyes into his hairline. "You got your revenge. You’ve got the list. Leave me." It was true. He had had his fill and the list was just over on the laptop waiting for him to memorize it. But…Sylar stood.
"Mohinder, what sort of lover would I be…" He swaggered over until he was standing between Mohinder’s legs and hefted the gun with a wry grin. Mohinder tensed suddenly before trying to scoot back, telekinetic force immediately holding him down spread-eagle again.
"Isn’t it enough…? Isn’t it enough you raped me? Please. Fine. Complete my disgrace and kill me." Mohinder let his head rest back again and laughed bitterly. "Killing me is only fair. After all my list is handing you the lives of…hundreds."
"Must you be so melodramatic Mohinder." Dark, voracious eyes consumed the vision before him, Mohinder’s tousled curls, still sweat-filmed skin and the shallow, reddened bites marks littering his neck and collarbone. And all in one graciously arranged package, spread across the floor. And spread so deliciously…
Mohinder’s body stiffened as Sylar kneeled and loomed over him. "I want to taste you Mohinder." He confessed raggedly, voice low. "I want to have your heavy cock in my mouth as you cry out for me to take you, exploding in my mouth as you come."
Horror-widened brown eyes blinked rapidly before Mohinder bucked up sharply. "No! You’re not doing that to me again! You’re not! You’re…not!"
Sylar chuckled. "You speak as if you could stop it. If that was what I planned." He lifted one arm, waved the hand lazily. The hand holding the gun. "I can’t very well be sucking you and fucking you at the same time can I?" He watched as eyes clouded in confusion, flicking back and forth between his gaze and the gun.
"I don’t-" Sylar leaned forward, dropping onto the forearm holding him up and smirked, eyes roaming Mohinder’s beautiful face.
"Understand?" Cold metal dragged over the tensed muscles under the skin of his bronzed, flat stomach and Mohinder’s eyes widened fearfully before he started to shake his head furiously against the floor. Sylar’s smirk widened into a grin as Mohinder made a high sound when the gun muzzle was pressed just outside his loosened opening. "It won’t hurt as much as I did. And hopefully…you only had that one bullet in the gun." And with that he pushed forward on the gun butt brutally. His previous assault on Mohinder and his release eased much of the resistance.
Mohinder couldn’t move away, and amazingly managed to arch his shoulders a few inches off the floor under the telekinetic force, that was how hard he tried to buck away. He guessed that was what the fear of a loaded gun up their ass did to a person.
"I guess it is still loaded then from your reaction." He twisted the barrel until the trigger and butt were pointing upwards and then teasingly placed a finger over the trigger, wishing Mohinder could see. But all he could do was squirm at the cold sensation and begin to pant and cry again.
"Please! Sylar please! Don’t…" Sculpted hips jerked and twitched against the invasion, even as he begged for it to stop and Sylar withdrew his hand, letting his telekinesis take over there as well.
"Are you still thinking I want to kill you? I don’t…I just want to be a good lover Mohinder. And this is the only way I can make you come too right? The danger? You like it." He leaned forward just the bit more to capture a trembling lip and bit it softly at first before pressing a bit harder…until it broke and then he moaned hungrily lapping at the rush of blood before the first plunge of the gun inside him made Mohinder jerk away again.
"God Mohinder..." He rolled his hips lightly against Mohinder’s. "You’re making me hard again." He rubbed his filling erection against Mohinder’s still flaccid one and frowned. "Is it not enough? Deeper?" Mohinder made a high sound at the back of his throat as the gun withdrew and plunged back in, a little further than before. "I’m not going to stop Mohinder. We can stay like this…all day. No one knows we’re back yet. I just want you to come too Mohinder."
"I can’t! Oh God I can’t!" He cried out, whole body shaking in small, minute spasms.
"No. You won’t let yourself." Concentration angled the gun and started a slowly steady withdraw and plunge, metal rubbing against tender internal tissue, muzzle heading unerringly for that spot…The friction made Mohinder writhe uncomfortably before a startled gasp wrenched out of him at the sensation of his prostate being hit.
"Oh God!" Sylar moaned softly in reply as Mohinder’s limp cock twitched under him.
"Come on…let yourself go. Enjoy it…I just want to taste you Mohinder…" He whispered huskily, nuzzling into the elegant neck stretched next to his mouth. "Tell me you want it. You want me to suck you off. Tell me and mean it and I’ll stop scaring you."
"I…I-I-uh!" Mohinder arched sharply again and the gun jerked at his balls. Sylar let out a shocked gasp himself as the cool metal furthered his arousal.
"Tell me!"
"I want it! I want…" A soft whimper at the slide of heating metal against the already ravaged nerves around his perineum. "God…Sylar please…"
He grinned a shark’s grin, wide and triumphant as he felt Mohinder filling underneath him. "You want the danger Mohinder. You love the feel of this…gun, violating you. I’m almost jealous. My cock isn’t as dangerous as this…" He reached a hand between them again.
"No!" Mohinder gasped out. "Please! I…I need…" His eyes squeezed shut tightly. "I need to feel it in me. I need…the dan-ger…" The last syllable strangled in his throat as Sylar gripped his hair in two tight fists and started to grind against him. "I…please! I’m hard! I’m hard!"
Sylar slowed his own movements and let go gently. "Hmm…are you?" He pulled away still controlling the thrusting gun and sped up its movements. "You could be harder Mohinder."
"You said…" Mohinder cried out sharply. "Suck me off! You said if I…" The gun had finally run out of muzzle to push into him and started to slam harder to make up for it. "If I liked it…you’d suck me off!" The half-pant on the word made Sylar smile and wriggle down between Mohinder’s legs again.
"Maybe you are ready. I love the fact you sound so reluctant yet you pant for it like a whore." He wrapped a hand around the not quite flushed cock and pumped it slowly. Mohinder let out a hoarse moan.
"Take it out. Please, take it out." The desperate plea made him pump a little harder, get Mohinder to full arousal. Then he bent his head and started to suck releasing some of the force holding down Mohinder’s hips.
He immediately felt it, Mohinder’s cock shoving into the back of his throat as the geneticist cried out loudly, a pleasured shout. He could actually feel Mohinder's erection growing in his mouth and it made him moan loudly, hum around the head. Mohinder sobbed out desperate words again.
"Sylar! Oh God! Take it…oout! I-I-God!" He looked up to see the long, brown neck straining desperately backwards, Mohinder’s tortured eyes looking away from him. He hummed, laughed around the now throbbing cock in his throat and swallowed. "AH! AH! AH GOD!"
Sylar rolled his hips urgently against the floor, deep warmth beginning to rise in him from his toes upwards. He wanted Mohinder to come first. He wanted more than anything for Mohinder’s humiliation to be complete. No, he wouldn’t have to kill the man at all. Not physically anyway. The withdraw and plunge of the gun was almost a steady tattoo now in tune to his own movements without his even noticing and he reached out, finger curling into the trigger.
"PLEASE! Pleasepleaseplease…" The steady litany flew from Mohinder’s mouth in time to the rapid bucking of his hips. "God please God!" His finger tightened as Mohinder tensed in his mouth. "Yes! YesyesYEESS!" The sound of the soft click as he pulled the trigger was blanketed under the high shocked gasp that flew from Mohinder’s lips and with one last urgent buck Mohinder came hard, shooting into the back of his throat. Sylar’s choked moan took him over the edge too and he half-swallowed, half choked out Mohinder’s overflowing ejaculation from his mouth.
His powers seemed to give out with his release as immediately Mohinder’s whole body suddenly relaxed, into a puddle against the floor. His chest was heaving helplessly, glistening again and he had a well-fucked glow on his flushing face. When Sylar sat up Mohinder’s wild eyes met his questioningly, fear-tinged.
"All I had to do was telekinetically stop the bullet Mohinder. Did you forget?" He replied to the unspoken question, voice slightly hoarse. Mohinder’s still spread legs jerked upwards as he pulled out the gun. "I destroyed the bullets inside already anyway. But the fear was delicious wasn’t it Mohinder?"
"Bastard. You sick, twisted, fucking…" He cut off the curses with a hungry kiss, plundering Mohinder’s slack mouth.
"And what does that make you?" Sylar whispered after he pulled away, smiling smugly. "I think…I’ll just have a quick peek at that list. I’ll leave it mostly to you. I need a reason to come back after all…" A thumb brushed lightly over Mohinder’s swollen bottom lip. "And I will be back."
Wasted an hour of sleep time trying to get it to post anonymously...gave up =(