Fanfiction: Heroes: With A Cherry On Top
Title: With A Cherry On Top
Pairing: Sylar/Luke/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP. Luke watches Elle and Sylar having sex, and he wants to join in. But in order to do so, he’s going to have to ask really nicely.
Warning: Underaged sex (Luke is seventeen)
Author’s Note: I started this for the “Begging” square on Kink Bingo like…forever ago. But then I saw jaune_chat’s request for her CEO term at heroes_exchange, and that encouraged me to finally finish this. Thanks goes to acinogan for betaing!
Elle made Luke nervous. As soon she showed up at their hotel one night, scarred and angry, and armed with a gun and a heart of spite and vengeance, he knew she was trouble. But somehow or another, she and Sylar seemed to work their differences out. Or at the very least, he had to assume that’s what was going on anyways. They didn’t even have the decency to get a separate room but instead opted to just do it in the bed next to him. He could hear the springs bounce up and down as Sylar worked on her private area, his head buried underneath the covers. Elle was withering and crying out in pleasure, and despite the jealousy Luke felt over her presence, he felt himself growing harder and harder as he listened in on them.
He had more than once imagined Sylar bestowing that kind of lavished attention on him, but it never happened. Not even once. He had been beginning to think maybe the man was just asexual, but considering how long Sylar and Elle had been going at it, maybe he was just straight. A pit feeling settled in Luke’s stomach at the thought. He had never been attracted to someone the way he was to Sylar. And in the dark, seeing his naked figure move above her…it was almost too much to bear. Elle wasn’t bad looking either. Blonde and petite, with an attitude that was the girl next door and a complete sadist all in one. Watching the two of them together was almost unbearable. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so painfully hard as this. As he shifted in his bed, trying to subtly grasp himself and get some release, the other two paused from their actions.
“Gabriel,” a sing song voice, Elle’s, cooed out. “I think we have an audience.”
There was a dark chuckle in response. “I think you might just be right.”
Luke remained still as he heard the two to rise from their bed, making their way over toward him. What they had planned, well….that could be anyone’s guess really. They sat down one on each side, and their touches seemed deceptively gentle. Elle brushed her fingers through Luke’s hair, letting the static cause it to stand up on the ends a little. Sylar rested his hands on Luke’s shoulders, rubbing them gently. But if there was anything Luke has learned it was that such gentleness from the two of them should be met with apprehension. He was pretty sure he had never been so hard in his life and their gentle, teasing touches were not helping. If anything, they were only making things worse.
“Please,” He whimpered quietly.
Elle shocked him a little, and Sylar did the same, causing his cock to twitch in excitement. The serial killer leaned into whisper into his young ward’s ear. “What was that? We couldn’t quite hear you.”
Elle’s hand slipped down from his hair to his chest, brushing her fingers against his bare chest. He was only wearing his boxers, and yet compared to the two adults, he felt overdressed. As her hand dropped lower and brushed against his erection, Luke gaspsed out the word again. “Please.”
Elle giggled softly, leaning over Luke to press a kiss against Sylar’s lips. She lingered there for a moment before pulling away. “I told you I could find a way for him to stop hating me. But I don’t think he’s earned our attention just yet, do you?”
Sylar smirked wickedly, letting his own hand drop down and ghost against Luke’s ass. “No, I think he needs to ask again, and this time he needs to mean it.”
Luke frowned in frustration at their words. “I already said please twice, what more do you want from me? Just get it over with and fuck me already.”
Almost simultaneously, the two removed their hands and stood up, causing him to whimper in protest. Elle pressed herself against Sylar, shooting a smirk over at Luke. “I think we should just continue without him. He clearly doesn’t appreciate our efforts.”
“I didn’t say that!” Luke protested quickly. He really didn’t want to just lie there and watch them have another go at it. Not when the possibility of being involved was still on the table.
“Then prove it to us,” Sylar commanded as his hand slipped down between Elle’s legs, teasing into her entrance. “Get down on your knees and beg. Let us know just how much you want us.”
Luke balked a little in surprise at the orders. “You want me to what?”
Elle groaned out as Sylar’s fingers scissored inside of her. “We. Want. You. To. Beg.”
Sylar smirked, looking down at Luke’s obvious erection. “Or we can always leave you to take care of that yourself. It’s your choice to make.”
Luke hesitated for a moment or two, as if weighing his options before he dropped down onto his knees on the floor in front of the two. His voice was soft as he formed the word. “Please?”
Elle laughed cruelly before cupping her hand, aiming a small blast of blue sparks at the boy. “Louder,” she commanded. “We couldn’t hear you.”
His voice raised a little, sounding more desperate. “Please?”
Sylar flicked his wrist and caused Luke to snap more upright, his back rigid. “Please what? Unless you tell us exactly what you want from us, we can’t give it to you,” He commanded with a sadistic grin on his lips.
Luke’s breath hitched. “I want to be part of it.”
Elle sent another small shock at him. “Part of what? I think you need to clarify.”
“What you two were doing before, I want to be part of that.”
“What? Fucking?” Sylar mocked lightly. “C’mon Luke, say the magic words.” His voice shifted to a higher pitch before he continued. “Please, Sylar, Elle, let me fuck around with yo-“
Luke interrupted him now, his voice almost desperate. “Please, Elle, Sylar, let me fuck with you two.”
Elle laughed, untangling herself as she made her way to Luke. “A little off the script, but close enough.” And then she sank down on her knees, taking his erection into her mouth, causing Luke to hiss out in appreciation.
Sylar was making his way over to Luke as well, settling down behind him. He leaned in to whisper into the boy’s ear. “You should feel lucky. She has the most talented tongue I’ve ever encountered.” He brought his hand down, letting it brush against Luke’s asshole. “Now is that enough for you, or do you want more?”
“More” He gasped, wiggling his ass eagerly. He wanted them to fill him completely, until he couldn’t think anymore.
Sylar chuckled darkly, and brought his fingers up, lathering them up with his own saliva. “Be careful what you ask for, Luke, you might just get it.”
Luke couldn’t get words out in response. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. Because as Sylar pushed his fingers inside of him, Elle removed her mouth from him, causing him to whimper. “Do you want to fuck me, Luke?” She asked, climbing ontop of him, a playful grin spreading across her lips.
He nodded.
Elle shocked him, harsh and demanding. “Say it,” She commanded.
Luke struggled to find his voice as Sylar stretched him out, prepared him. “Let me fuck you,” he gasped out, bucking toward her as Sylar added in a third finger.
“There’s a good boy,” Elle cooed, sinking down onto his cock. She was tiny, and tight, despite how much she and Sylar seemed to screw. Luke didn’t know how that was possible, but what he did know was that it felt incredible.
As Elle began moving against him, sparking and laughing, he felt Sylar remove his fingers and press his erection against him. Luke knew what was coming, and decided to give in before the commands were given. “Please, Sylar, fuck me”
Sylar laughed, cold and ruthless in his ear. “Your wish is my command.” And before Luke could say anything else, the serial killer pushed inside of him.
He was at their mercy, Elle and Sylar moving against him, as if they were competing against one another. And maybe they were. Each thrust seemed harder and more fulfilling then the last. They kissed, bit and licked at his body, and all he could manage to do in response was beg for more.
Then Sylar pressed into him especially hard, and bit down on his neck as he felt the man’s seed being spilled inside of him. That was enough to push Luke over the edge and he came as well. Elle was last, arching her body as he filled her up.
The three of them collapsed in a pile on the bed.
Elle grinned playfully, brushing back some of Luke’s damp hair. “See what happens when you ask nicely?”
Luke merely nodded.
Sylar wrapped his arms around the boy from behind. “Would you like to do that with us again sometime?”
Luke smiled as Elle curled up next to him on the other side. “Yes.” He’d never wanted something so much in his life.
“Then all you have to do is ask.”
Pairing: Sylar/Luke/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP. Luke watches Elle and Sylar having sex, and he wants to join in. But in order to do so, he’s going to have to ask really nicely.
Warning: Underaged sex (Luke is seventeen)
Author’s Note: I started this for the “Begging” square on Kink Bingo like…forever ago. But then I saw jaune_chat’s request for her CEO term at heroes_exchange, and that encouraged me to finally finish this. Thanks goes to acinogan for betaing!
Elle made Luke nervous. As soon she showed up at their hotel one night, scarred and angry, and armed with a gun and a heart of spite and vengeance, he knew she was trouble. But somehow or another, she and Sylar seemed to work their differences out. Or at the very least, he had to assume that’s what was going on anyways. They didn’t even have the decency to get a separate room but instead opted to just do it in the bed next to him. He could hear the springs bounce up and down as Sylar worked on her private area, his head buried underneath the covers. Elle was withering and crying out in pleasure, and despite the jealousy Luke felt over her presence, he felt himself growing harder and harder as he listened in on them.
He had more than once imagined Sylar bestowing that kind of lavished attention on him, but it never happened. Not even once. He had been beginning to think maybe the man was just asexual, but considering how long Sylar and Elle had been going at it, maybe he was just straight. A pit feeling settled in Luke’s stomach at the thought. He had never been attracted to someone the way he was to Sylar. And in the dark, seeing his naked figure move above her…it was almost too much to bear. Elle wasn’t bad looking either. Blonde and petite, with an attitude that was the girl next door and a complete sadist all in one. Watching the two of them together was almost unbearable. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so painfully hard as this. As he shifted in his bed, trying to subtly grasp himself and get some release, the other two paused from their actions.
“Gabriel,” a sing song voice, Elle’s, cooed out. “I think we have an audience.”
There was a dark chuckle in response. “I think you might just be right.”
Luke remained still as he heard the two to rise from their bed, making their way over toward him. What they had planned, well….that could be anyone’s guess really. They sat down one on each side, and their touches seemed deceptively gentle. Elle brushed her fingers through Luke’s hair, letting the static cause it to stand up on the ends a little. Sylar rested his hands on Luke’s shoulders, rubbing them gently. But if there was anything Luke has learned it was that such gentleness from the two of them should be met with apprehension. He was pretty sure he had never been so hard in his life and their gentle, teasing touches were not helping. If anything, they were only making things worse.
“Please,” He whimpered quietly.
Elle shocked him a little, and Sylar did the same, causing his cock to twitch in excitement. The serial killer leaned into whisper into his young ward’s ear. “What was that? We couldn’t quite hear you.”
Elle’s hand slipped down from his hair to his chest, brushing her fingers against his bare chest. He was only wearing his boxers, and yet compared to the two adults, he felt overdressed. As her hand dropped lower and brushed against his erection, Luke gaspsed out the word again. “Please.”
Elle giggled softly, leaning over Luke to press a kiss against Sylar’s lips. She lingered there for a moment before pulling away. “I told you I could find a way for him to stop hating me. But I don’t think he’s earned our attention just yet, do you?”
Sylar smirked wickedly, letting his own hand drop down and ghost against Luke’s ass. “No, I think he needs to ask again, and this time he needs to mean it.”
Luke frowned in frustration at their words. “I already said please twice, what more do you want from me? Just get it over with and fuck me already.”
Almost simultaneously, the two removed their hands and stood up, causing him to whimper in protest. Elle pressed herself against Sylar, shooting a smirk over at Luke. “I think we should just continue without him. He clearly doesn’t appreciate our efforts.”
“I didn’t say that!” Luke protested quickly. He really didn’t want to just lie there and watch them have another go at it. Not when the possibility of being involved was still on the table.
“Then prove it to us,” Sylar commanded as his hand slipped down between Elle’s legs, teasing into her entrance. “Get down on your knees and beg. Let us know just how much you want us.”
Luke balked a little in surprise at the orders. “You want me to what?”
Elle groaned out as Sylar’s fingers scissored inside of her. “We. Want. You. To. Beg.”
Sylar smirked, looking down at Luke’s obvious erection. “Or we can always leave you to take care of that yourself. It’s your choice to make.”
Luke hesitated for a moment or two, as if weighing his options before he dropped down onto his knees on the floor in front of the two. His voice was soft as he formed the word. “Please?”
Elle laughed cruelly before cupping her hand, aiming a small blast of blue sparks at the boy. “Louder,” she commanded. “We couldn’t hear you.”
His voice raised a little, sounding more desperate. “Please?”
Sylar flicked his wrist and caused Luke to snap more upright, his back rigid. “Please what? Unless you tell us exactly what you want from us, we can’t give it to you,” He commanded with a sadistic grin on his lips.
Luke’s breath hitched. “I want to be part of it.”
Elle sent another small shock at him. “Part of what? I think you need to clarify.”
“What you two were doing before, I want to be part of that.”
“What? Fucking?” Sylar mocked lightly. “C’mon Luke, say the magic words.” His voice shifted to a higher pitch before he continued. “Please, Sylar, Elle, let me fuck around with yo-“
Luke interrupted him now, his voice almost desperate. “Please, Elle, Sylar, let me fuck with you two.”
Elle laughed, untangling herself as she made her way to Luke. “A little off the script, but close enough.” And then she sank down on her knees, taking his erection into her mouth, causing Luke to hiss out in appreciation.
Sylar was making his way over to Luke as well, settling down behind him. He leaned in to whisper into the boy’s ear. “You should feel lucky. She has the most talented tongue I’ve ever encountered.” He brought his hand down, letting it brush against Luke’s asshole. “Now is that enough for you, or do you want more?”
“More” He gasped, wiggling his ass eagerly. He wanted them to fill him completely, until he couldn’t think anymore.
Sylar chuckled darkly, and brought his fingers up, lathering them up with his own saliva. “Be careful what you ask for, Luke, you might just get it.”
Luke couldn’t get words out in response. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. Because as Sylar pushed his fingers inside of him, Elle removed her mouth from him, causing him to whimper. “Do you want to fuck me, Luke?” She asked, climbing ontop of him, a playful grin spreading across her lips.
He nodded.
Elle shocked him, harsh and demanding. “Say it,” She commanded.
Luke struggled to find his voice as Sylar stretched him out, prepared him. “Let me fuck you,” he gasped out, bucking toward her as Sylar added in a third finger.
“There’s a good boy,” Elle cooed, sinking down onto his cock. She was tiny, and tight, despite how much she and Sylar seemed to screw. Luke didn’t know how that was possible, but what he did know was that it felt incredible.
As Elle began moving against him, sparking and laughing, he felt Sylar remove his fingers and press his erection against him. Luke knew what was coming, and decided to give in before the commands were given. “Please, Sylar, fuck me”
Sylar laughed, cold and ruthless in his ear. “Your wish is my command.” And before Luke could say anything else, the serial killer pushed inside of him.
He was at their mercy, Elle and Sylar moving against him, as if they were competing against one another. And maybe they were. Each thrust seemed harder and more fulfilling then the last. They kissed, bit and licked at his body, and all he could manage to do in response was beg for more.
Then Sylar pressed into him especially hard, and bit down on his neck as he felt the man’s seed being spilled inside of him. That was enough to push Luke over the edge and he came as well. Elle was last, arching her body as he filled her up.
The three of them collapsed in a pile on the bed.
Elle grinned playfully, brushing back some of Luke’s damp hair. “See what happens when you ask nicely?”
Luke merely nodded.
Sylar wrapped his arms around the boy from behind. “Would you like to do that with us again sometime?”
Luke smiled as Elle curled up next to him on the other side. “Yes.” He’d never wanted something so much in his life.
“Then all you have to do is ask.”