Drink Up Sweet Decadence Part 2
Here's part 2 of the fic I began posting yesterday! Hope you like it!!
Title: Drink Up Sweet Decadence Part 2
Author: ilovetbag24
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash
Characters: Sylar/Mohinder, Heather, Angela and Peter Petrelli
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or any of the characters. This is my first foray into man on man lovin' so please be gentle!!
Summary: Heather arrives in NYC and Mohinder thanks Sylar...properly
Peter and Angela Petrelli waited outside the terminal for the flight Heather was on to land and dock. They had arrived thirty minutes early just to be safe. They caught a quick bite to eat at a small Sbarro’s and browsed the newsstands before making their way to the terminal.
“We haven’t seen Heather in years,” Peter said, “are you sure we’ll recognize her?” Angela kept her gaze on the flight attendants as they opened the doors, getting prepared for the passengers to come flowing through. “We’ll know when we see her,” his mother said confidently. Peter’s gaze remained on his mother, then turned back toward the gate, smiling. His mother was always so sure of herself.
The stream of passengers began bustling through the gate as Peter and Angela scanned the crowd thoroughly. Halfway into the hoards of people, they recognized a familiar face.
“Heather!” Angela called, her hand raised in the air.
A young woman of about 20 years of age turned at the sound of her name and smiled brightly. Peter smiled back. His mother was right. He had recognized her. She had grown up, but she still had the resemblance of the child he knew from years ago.
Angela threw her arms around her niece and gave her a big hug. Heather returned the hug, laughing happily. She turned to Peter and her smile brightened. “It’s been a long time, Pete, it’s good to see you,” Heather exclaimed, hugging her cousin. “Good to see you again, too,” Peter said as they parted. He immediately grabbed her carry on and they made their way down the escalators to grab her bags.
After retrieving two suitcases and a large overnight bag, they walked out of the airport doors and into the limousine that was waiting for them. “Wow,” Heather breathed, “cousin Nathan must be pretty high up.”
They discussed family and friends and about Heather’s upcoming freshmen year at Columbia. “You’d better be prepared to study,” Angela warned, “Columbia University is very difficult and you won’t have much time for anything else. We’ll give you a credit card to use for shopping and such so you won’t need to get a part time job during school. Your studies will take precedence over all of that.”
Heather raised her eyebrows and smiled brightly. “Wow, you guys are really going to spoil me,” she laughed, “but seriously, I want to earn my keep so I’m prepared to help out in any way I can around the house.” Angela smiled, shook her head, and raised her hand. “That won’t be necessary, Heather. You’re our family and we’re so proud of you for getting into a great university and for getting a top notch education.” She gave her son an affectionate gaze. “Such wonderful, smart people we have in our family. The Petrelli bloodline has truly been blessed…”
*
Sylar’s eyes fluttered open and he moaned groggily. He still felt as if his limbs weighed a ton and could barely move his head from side to side. He was still in bed, where Mohinder had laid him, and from the looks out the window, it must be in the middle of the night. He slowly turned his gaze to the bedside clock: 2:49 AM.
The bed sheets moved slowly over his body and it took Sylar a minute to notice that Mohinder wasn’t by his side. The last thing Sylar remembered was Mohinder laying his head on his chest before drifting off to sleep. His eyes slowly began to get accustomed to the darkness as he felt something brush against his hip. His legs stilled feeling what seemed to be his boxers being slid down his legs. Willing his left arm to move, he clutched the sheet in his hand and pulled it down.
Mohinder was underneath the covers, pulling his underwear from his body. Feeling the covers being pulled back, Mohinder looked up and caught Sylar’s gaze. He smiled slyly as he slowly crawled back up his body. Sylar sucked in a breath feeling Mohinder’s naked skin running along his own as Mohinder’s lips lightly laid claim over his.
“Mmm…” Sylar moaned into his mouth. Mohinder’s fingers trailed down his chest and arm softly as he began to kiss his jaw and down his neck. Sylar felt his breathing hitch as his lover showered him with affection.
“Just lie back,” Mohinder whispered, kissing down Sylar’s chest and stomach, “I want to please you.” Sylar’s chest began rising and falling rapidly as Mohinder’s kisses stopped just above his shaft. It was already hard and twitching in anticipation for what was going to happen.
Sylar looked down at Mohinder; their gazes locked on one another, as Mohinder’s tongue slowly came out and gently licked the tip of his head. “Uhhh…” Sylar moaned, dropping his head back onto the pillow. His back arched slightly as Mohinder’s tongue slowly began to trace circles around his swollen cock.
Sylar lifted his hands and ran them through Mohinder’s curls lovingly. “Mohinder…yes,” he moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Without warning, Mohinder deep throated his cock.
“FUCK!” Sylar yelled, his lower back now clean off the bed as Mohinder began sucking softly. Sylar could feel the tip of his fangs grazing his hardened flesh. He always felt a tiny bit nervous getting head from his vampire lover. He was afraid that one day his companion would get too into it and would lose control hearing the rush of blood to his member that he would bite down. It made Sylar cringe just thinking about it. But in the months they had been together and the numerous times Mohinder has sucked him off, he has never once damaged that glorious organ.
“Mohinder…yes, baby…suck it harder,” Sylar whispered, beginning to clutch his curls tighter. Doing as was requested, Mohinder began to suck harder, lathering the cock with his tongue, bringing Sylar as much pleasure as he could give the man. Sylar began to thrust his hips into Mohinder’s mouth, fucking him roughly. Mohinder relaxed his throat muscles, taking all of him in.
The lapping of his tongue, the powerful suction of his mouth on Sylar’s cock was bringing him to the pinnacle of ecstasy. “I’m close, Mohinder…uh…uh…yes…” Sylar’s hips began thrashing uncontrollably as Mohinder pressed them down with unusual strength that came with his…affliction. He sucked as hard as he could until Sylar’s piercing scream was followed by the hot, salty fluid flowing down his mouth. Mohinder drank every drop.
Sylar gasped for air as Mohinder crawled back on top of him. Laying his head back on Sylar’s chest, Mohinder began lightly running his fingers through the tufts of chest hair. “Five more days until school’s in session…” Mohinder whispered. Sylar laughed and circled his arm around his lover, pulling him close. “We’ll find a special college girl…one that will satisfy your insatiable hunger.”
Title: Drink Up Sweet Decadence Part 2
Author: ilovetbag24
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash
Characters: Sylar/Mohinder, Heather, Angela and Peter Petrelli
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or any of the characters. This is my first foray into man on man lovin' so please be gentle!!
Summary: Heather arrives in NYC and Mohinder thanks Sylar...properly
Peter and Angela Petrelli waited outside the terminal for the flight Heather was on to land and dock. They had arrived thirty minutes early just to be safe. They caught a quick bite to eat at a small Sbarro’s and browsed the newsstands before making their way to the terminal.
“We haven’t seen Heather in years,” Peter said, “are you sure we’ll recognize her?” Angela kept her gaze on the flight attendants as they opened the doors, getting prepared for the passengers to come flowing through. “We’ll know when we see her,” his mother said confidently. Peter’s gaze remained on his mother, then turned back toward the gate, smiling. His mother was always so sure of herself.
The stream of passengers began bustling through the gate as Peter and Angela scanned the crowd thoroughly. Halfway into the hoards of people, they recognized a familiar face.
“Heather!” Angela called, her hand raised in the air.
A young woman of about 20 years of age turned at the sound of her name and smiled brightly. Peter smiled back. His mother was right. He had recognized her. She had grown up, but she still had the resemblance of the child he knew from years ago.
Angela threw her arms around her niece and gave her a big hug. Heather returned the hug, laughing happily. She turned to Peter and her smile brightened. “It’s been a long time, Pete, it’s good to see you,” Heather exclaimed, hugging her cousin. “Good to see you again, too,” Peter said as they parted. He immediately grabbed her carry on and they made their way down the escalators to grab her bags.
After retrieving two suitcases and a large overnight bag, they walked out of the airport doors and into the limousine that was waiting for them. “Wow,” Heather breathed, “cousin Nathan must be pretty high up.”
They discussed family and friends and about Heather’s upcoming freshmen year at Columbia. “You’d better be prepared to study,” Angela warned, “Columbia University is very difficult and you won’t have much time for anything else. We’ll give you a credit card to use for shopping and such so you won’t need to get a part time job during school. Your studies will take precedence over all of that.”
Heather raised her eyebrows and smiled brightly. “Wow, you guys are really going to spoil me,” she laughed, “but seriously, I want to earn my keep so I’m prepared to help out in any way I can around the house.” Angela smiled, shook her head, and raised her hand. “That won’t be necessary, Heather. You’re our family and we’re so proud of you for getting into a great university and for getting a top notch education.” She gave her son an affectionate gaze. “Such wonderful, smart people we have in our family. The Petrelli bloodline has truly been blessed…”
*
Sylar’s eyes fluttered open and he moaned groggily. He still felt as if his limbs weighed a ton and could barely move his head from side to side. He was still in bed, where Mohinder had laid him, and from the looks out the window, it must be in the middle of the night. He slowly turned his gaze to the bedside clock: 2:49 AM.
The bed sheets moved slowly over his body and it took Sylar a minute to notice that Mohinder wasn’t by his side. The last thing Sylar remembered was Mohinder laying his head on his chest before drifting off to sleep. His eyes slowly began to get accustomed to the darkness as he felt something brush against his hip. His legs stilled feeling what seemed to be his boxers being slid down his legs. Willing his left arm to move, he clutched the sheet in his hand and pulled it down.
Mohinder was underneath the covers, pulling his underwear from his body. Feeling the covers being pulled back, Mohinder looked up and caught Sylar’s gaze. He smiled slyly as he slowly crawled back up his body. Sylar sucked in a breath feeling Mohinder’s naked skin running along his own as Mohinder’s lips lightly laid claim over his.
“Mmm…” Sylar moaned into his mouth. Mohinder’s fingers trailed down his chest and arm softly as he began to kiss his jaw and down his neck. Sylar felt his breathing hitch as his lover showered him with affection.
“Just lie back,” Mohinder whispered, kissing down Sylar’s chest and stomach, “I want to please you.” Sylar’s chest began rising and falling rapidly as Mohinder’s kisses stopped just above his shaft. It was already hard and twitching in anticipation for what was going to happen.
Sylar looked down at Mohinder; their gazes locked on one another, as Mohinder’s tongue slowly came out and gently licked the tip of his head. “Uhhh…” Sylar moaned, dropping his head back onto the pillow. His back arched slightly as Mohinder’s tongue slowly began to trace circles around his swollen cock.
Sylar lifted his hands and ran them through Mohinder’s curls lovingly. “Mohinder…yes,” he moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Without warning, Mohinder deep throated his cock.
“FUCK!” Sylar yelled, his lower back now clean off the bed as Mohinder began sucking softly. Sylar could feel the tip of his fangs grazing his hardened flesh. He always felt a tiny bit nervous getting head from his vampire lover. He was afraid that one day his companion would get too into it and would lose control hearing the rush of blood to his member that he would bite down. It made Sylar cringe just thinking about it. But in the months they had been together and the numerous times Mohinder has sucked him off, he has never once damaged that glorious organ.
“Mohinder…yes, baby…suck it harder,” Sylar whispered, beginning to clutch his curls tighter. Doing as was requested, Mohinder began to suck harder, lathering the cock with his tongue, bringing Sylar as much pleasure as he could give the man. Sylar began to thrust his hips into Mohinder’s mouth, fucking him roughly. Mohinder relaxed his throat muscles, taking all of him in.
The lapping of his tongue, the powerful suction of his mouth on Sylar’s cock was bringing him to the pinnacle of ecstasy. “I’m close, Mohinder…uh…uh…yes…” Sylar’s hips began thrashing uncontrollably as Mohinder pressed them down with unusual strength that came with his…affliction. He sucked as hard as he could until Sylar’s piercing scream was followed by the hot, salty fluid flowing down his mouth. Mohinder drank every drop.
Sylar gasped for air as Mohinder crawled back on top of him. Laying his head back on Sylar’s chest, Mohinder began lightly running his fingers through the tufts of chest hair. “Five more days until school’s in session…” Mohinder whispered. Sylar laughed and circled his arm around his lover, pulling him close. “We’ll find a special college girl…one that will satisfy your insatiable hunger.”