Fanfiction: Heroes: Something Your Father Should Have Taught You
Tilte: Something Your Father Should Have Taught You
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sylar/Elle/Luke
Summary: Elle wants Sylar to teach Luke how to shave.
Author’s note: Written for the “shaving” prompt at heroes3somes. Dragynflies rocks my world as a beta.
Elle’s the one who noticed it first. They were lying in bed together and she was nuzzling against Luke when she pulled away, scrunching her face a little. “You’re all scratchy. Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to shave?”
Luke blinked a little in confusion at her words. “Well….my dad wasn’t really around m-“
“Whatever, Gabriel, you teach him.”
There was a groan from the other side of Elle. “Right now? Can’t it wait until the morning?”
Ellle shook her head, shocking Sylar so that he would become more alert. “Nope,” She grinned. “It needs to be now.“
Luke paled. “Doesn’t he only have those straight razors?”
“Stop being such a baby,” Sylar muttered as he pushed himself up from the bed, pulling on his boxers. Luke sighed in defeat and followed suit, making his way toward the bathroom as well.
Elle laughed softly as she slipped on her nightgown before following them into the bathroom. She perched herself on the edge of the bathtub, the perfect place to watch them. “I don’t think you have any room to criticize him, Gabriel,” She teased with a grin. “You’re one of the biggest babies I know.”
Sylar just rolled his eyes as he got out the supplies. “So you’re just going to sit here and watch while I teach him?”
“Of course. Who else is going to make sure you don’t go all Sweeney Todd on him?”
Luke just gulped, looking at the razors. Who used straight edges anymore anyways?
Sylar smirked as he watched the boy’s reaction. “Don’t worry. If I was going to kill you, I wouldn’t use a razor to do it.”
“That’s not comforting,” Luke replied weakly.
“It wasn’t supposed to be.” Sylar’s smirk grew a little wider as he squirted some of the shaving cream into his hands. He lathered it in his hands before he began carefully swearing it over the teenager’s face. He chuckled at the way Luke shivered beneath his touch.He picked up the razor, pressing the edge against Luke’s throat, enjoying the way the boy’s breath hitched. He could hear Elle giggling in the background. He carefully began to drag it up, leaving the skin smooth underneath. He handed the razor over to Luke. “It’s your turn.”
But before Luke could even try, Elle was up from where she had been sitting at his side, taking the razor from him. “I want to try next,” She insisted with a playful grin. She looked a little too excited to be holding such a sharp object.
Luke gulped.
Elle just laughed, giving him a little shock. “Maybe you are a bigger baby than he is.”
Sylar merely smirked at that comment. “I told you he was.”
Another laugh spilled from Elle’s lips as she began to carefully drag the razor across Luke’s cheek, careful to get all of it off. She smirked looking down at Luke’s tented boxers. “It looks like he’s enjoying this more than he admits, don’t you think?”
Sylar matched her smirk and took the razor from Elle’s hand, carefully placing it against Luke’s cheek, angled enough to be a threat. “You like the danger, don’t you Luke? You like knowing that with the wrong twist or slip of our hand, we could hurt you, or worse.” He paused, as if thinking. “Or is that what you like the most? The possibility of being hurt?”
“M-maybe,” Luke gasped softly.
“I think we should find out,” Elle purred.
“I thought you were tired?” Sylar asked with a quirked brow.
“Well, I’m not anymore.”
“Well then,” Sylar brushed the razor against Luke’s chin, delighting in the way the boy shuddered, “Let’s go back to the bedroom and explore just how much he really enjoys this sort of thing.”
“Yes,” Luke gasped out, sounding a little more eager than he would have liked, but it couldn’t be helped.
“Well then let’s go,” Elle purred, grabbing the hand of each of her boys, dragging them back toward the bedroom. The gleam in her eyes suggested that she had something like this in mind all along.
Maybe she had.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sylar/Elle/Luke
Summary: Elle wants Sylar to teach Luke how to shave.
Author’s note: Written for the “shaving” prompt at heroes3somes. Dragynflies rocks my world as a beta.
Elle’s the one who noticed it first. They were lying in bed together and she was nuzzling against Luke when she pulled away, scrunching her face a little. “You’re all scratchy. Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to shave?”
Luke blinked a little in confusion at her words. “Well….my dad wasn’t really around m-“
“Whatever, Gabriel, you teach him.”
There was a groan from the other side of Elle. “Right now? Can’t it wait until the morning?”
Ellle shook her head, shocking Sylar so that he would become more alert. “Nope,” She grinned. “It needs to be now.“
Luke paled. “Doesn’t he only have those straight razors?”
“Stop being such a baby,” Sylar muttered as he pushed himself up from the bed, pulling on his boxers. Luke sighed in defeat and followed suit, making his way toward the bathroom as well.
Elle laughed softly as she slipped on her nightgown before following them into the bathroom. She perched herself on the edge of the bathtub, the perfect place to watch them. “I don’t think you have any room to criticize him, Gabriel,” She teased with a grin. “You’re one of the biggest babies I know.”
Sylar just rolled his eyes as he got out the supplies. “So you’re just going to sit here and watch while I teach him?”
“Of course. Who else is going to make sure you don’t go all Sweeney Todd on him?”
Luke just gulped, looking at the razors. Who used straight edges anymore anyways?
Sylar smirked as he watched the boy’s reaction. “Don’t worry. If I was going to kill you, I wouldn’t use a razor to do it.”
“That’s not comforting,” Luke replied weakly.
“It wasn’t supposed to be.” Sylar’s smirk grew a little wider as he squirted some of the shaving cream into his hands. He lathered it in his hands before he began carefully swearing it over the teenager’s face. He chuckled at the way Luke shivered beneath his touch.He picked up the razor, pressing the edge against Luke’s throat, enjoying the way the boy’s breath hitched. He could hear Elle giggling in the background. He carefully began to drag it up, leaving the skin smooth underneath. He handed the razor over to Luke. “It’s your turn.”
But before Luke could even try, Elle was up from where she had been sitting at his side, taking the razor from him. “I want to try next,” She insisted with a playful grin. She looked a little too excited to be holding such a sharp object.
Luke gulped.
Elle just laughed, giving him a little shock. “Maybe you are a bigger baby than he is.”
Sylar merely smirked at that comment. “I told you he was.”
Another laugh spilled from Elle’s lips as she began to carefully drag the razor across Luke’s cheek, careful to get all of it off. She smirked looking down at Luke’s tented boxers. “It looks like he’s enjoying this more than he admits, don’t you think?”
Sylar matched her smirk and took the razor from Elle’s hand, carefully placing it against Luke’s cheek, angled enough to be a threat. “You like the danger, don’t you Luke? You like knowing that with the wrong twist or slip of our hand, we could hurt you, or worse.” He paused, as if thinking. “Or is that what you like the most? The possibility of being hurt?”
“M-maybe,” Luke gasped softly.
“I think we should find out,” Elle purred.
“I thought you were tired?” Sylar asked with a quirked brow.
“Well, I’m not anymore.”
“Well then,” Sylar brushed the razor against Luke’s chin, delighting in the way the boy shuddered, “Let’s go back to the bedroom and explore just how much he really enjoys this sort of thing.”
“Yes,” Luke gasped out, sounding a little more eager than he would have liked, but it couldn’t be helped.
“Well then let’s go,” Elle purred, grabbing the hand of each of her boys, dragging them back toward the bedroom. The gleam in her eyes suggested that she had something like this in mind all along.
Maybe she had.