Fic: Maybe I Love You
Ok, slashyheroes15 has done something to my mind. I've NEVER written this fast before in my life. But this bunny was born, and I just couldn't sleep until it was pinned down. *Sigh*
Title: Maybe I Love You
Author: Liritar
Pairing: Matt/Sylar!Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Just a normal day in the Oval Office.
Prompt: slashyheroes15 14: Love
My fingers clench on the edge of the desk as I lean forward, obeying the unspoken, probably unintentional command. His hands are leaving bruises on my hips as he continues fucking me hard. I groan, low and deep, feral, even. Just another day in the Oval Office, normal business matters between the President and Homeland Security.
He’s getting close, his thoughts swirling towards incoherency, caressing my mind with fingers of electricity. It’s almost as good as the feeling of him inside of me, to tell the truth. I don’t think anyone would believe how… good… mindreading can make you feel at times. I groan again, bucking back against his thrusts. I need this. He needs this. There’s just so much need. “Please, Mr. Pres-“
“Nathan,” he hisses.
I draw in a deep breath. “Nathan, yes, please,” I moan, because that’s what he wants to hear. I only use his name when he orders me to. He says it’s my job to remind him who he is. As if any of this really does that. My eyes close as he suddenly redoubles his efforts, hitting my nerves so hard and fast that sparks fly in my vision. Yes. Just… yes. I cry out as it becomes too much; the bliss explodes from me like a physical force, leaving me shaking, face down on his desk.
He pulls away from me, already straightening his clothes. Once I get my breath, I’ll do the same. We’ve established an order, habits even.
And one of those habits is the routine question. “Why do you do this, Parkman?”
I finish pulling up my pants and head for the door. My usual smile flashes briefly. “Maybe I love you, Mr. President.”
My tone is joking, as usual, and he rolls his eyes; just enough so I can see it. “Go get to work.”
“Yes, sir.” The door silently shuts behind me, and, as always, I wonder when the man is going to realize what I really mean.
I love you, Mr. President.
I love you… Sylar.
Title: Maybe I Love You
Author: Liritar
Pairing: Matt/Sylar!Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Just a normal day in the Oval Office.
Prompt: slashyheroes15 14: Love
My fingers clench on the edge of the desk as I lean forward, obeying the unspoken, probably unintentional command. His hands are leaving bruises on my hips as he continues fucking me hard. I groan, low and deep, feral, even. Just another day in the Oval Office, normal business matters between the President and Homeland Security.
He’s getting close, his thoughts swirling towards incoherency, caressing my mind with fingers of electricity. It’s almost as good as the feeling of him inside of me, to tell the truth. I don’t think anyone would believe how… good… mindreading can make you feel at times. I groan again, bucking back against his thrusts. I need this. He needs this. There’s just so much need. “Please, Mr. Pres-“
“Nathan,” he hisses.
I draw in a deep breath. “Nathan, yes, please,” I moan, because that’s what he wants to hear. I only use his name when he orders me to. He says it’s my job to remind him who he is. As if any of this really does that. My eyes close as he suddenly redoubles his efforts, hitting my nerves so hard and fast that sparks fly in my vision. Yes. Just… yes. I cry out as it becomes too much; the bliss explodes from me like a physical force, leaving me shaking, face down on his desk.
He pulls away from me, already straightening his clothes. Once I get my breath, I’ll do the same. We’ve established an order, habits even.
And one of those habits is the routine question. “Why do you do this, Parkman?”
I finish pulling up my pants and head for the door. My usual smile flashes briefly. “Maybe I love you, Mr. President.”
My tone is joking, as usual, and he rolls his eyes; just enough so I can see it. “Go get to work.”
“Yes, sir.” The door silently shuts behind me, and, as always, I wonder when the man is going to realize what I really mean.
I love you, Mr. President.
I love you… Sylar.