Heroes Anonymous Kink Meme ii
Because I'm still bored and whichever way you slice it, smut makes me happy. :-D
This was an absolute blast last time, lets hope it's just as much fun this time around!
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This was an absolute blast last time, lets hope it's just as much fun this time around!
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“How do you know about what I can do?” he asked, keeping his tone as even as possible. If Emerson Cod ever found out about this development… but Ned didn’t want to start thinking about that.
“Does it really matter?” the man asked him while raising one of his large eyebrows.
“No, I guess it doesn’t. I’d just like to know, since you went to all the trouble of coming down here to see me - and to, by the way, interrupt me during my personal time.”
The man narrowed his eyes for a bit, but then regained his composure. “Yeah… Sorry about that.” His tone implied that he wasn’t sorry at all, and was being rather sarcastic instead.
“Apology unaccepted. If you leave now, though, I can go back to standing here by myself in the dark instead of calling the police, like I could be doing right now.” Ned realized that this is what he should, in fact, be doing anyway, but he remained rooted to his spot.
When the man made no sign of moving toward the door, Ned repeated himself, softly but firmly, “I can call the-”
“You’re lonely.”
The sudden words shocked Ned even more than the ones that had revealed the stranger’s knowledge of Ned’s power, but he didn’t dare blink, or twitch.
“Your ability can let you speak to anyone you want, and yet here you stand, alone and miserable. I saw it as soon as I came in.”
“Well, actually it - it only works for a minute. There are rules for it, and everything,” Ned replied hastily. “And I’m not lonely.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No I’m not. I’m talking to you, aren’t I? That negates the loneliness right there, unless if you were to leave, which would then make your point a valid one.”
The man dressed in black stared at him blankly for a moment, then he grinned. This time, it looked a little less menacing.
“I like you,” he said finally. Ned didn’t know whether he should consider that a threat or an assurance.
“What were you planning to do, exactly?” he settled for asking. “Is there a loved one you’d like to talk to one last time? An old friend, maybe a relative? I can do anyone.” He immediately regretted saying this last bit, but the other man made no notice of his poor word choice.
“I was actually going to cut your head open and find out all about your power myself,” the man replied jovially, “but I think I might hold off on that. For now.”
“Oh.” Ned’s response sounded non-plussed, but he still had to keep his hands from shaking. “What’s your name?” he blurted out in direct defiance to the voice in his head that was telling him to make a run for the back door.
“Sylar.”
“Huh.” Ned continued to ignore his better judgment, though he started to regret this as soon as Sylar began to make his way around the counter. “That’s your first name? Or is it a stand-alone thing, like Madonna or Cher?”
“You talk too much.” Sylar told him as he was, all of a sudden, stepping toward Ned in the small, enclosed space.
The piemaker leaned back up against the counter while Sylar advanced toward him slowly. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to help you forget how lonely you are.” Sylar’s voice dropped down to an even huskier tone, and he reached out to wind his arm behind Ned’s back. He pulled Ned closer to him. So close that their faces were almost touching, and Ned inhaled a sharp breath of air as he felt the warmth from Sylar’s body enveloping him.
The facts were these: Sylar was gripping onto Ned with a force that was as careful as it was firm, Ned realized just how short a distance Sylar’s lips were from his, and it had been seven minutes and forty-eight seconds since Ned last thought about Chuck, and about all the sad, regretful feelings attached to her.
Sylar moved forward then. The piemaker turned his head slightly and closed his eyes.
He met the kiss fervently, and as he did, he forgot all about his childhood sweetheart.
Sorry about the lack of porn!
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Oh my god. xD That is even better without the porn, really, because it turned out so dry-witted and morbid/gentle as the show itself. I am overcome with early-morning "N'awwwwww!"
Excellent job, nonny-mouse!
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