The Magic Number

Feb 17, 2009 14:39

 

Luke absent mindedly scratched on the dusty plastic of the car door interior. His eyes never left Sylar, as they hadn’t for the last two weeks. He had always been a light sleeper, and that had proved helpful. He was constantly afraid of being left in the night, now that his primary use had been fulfilled he feared it more than ever. If Sylar left him, he truly was alone in the world.

In the last week Sylar had been distracted to say the least. He had seen a news item about some escaped prisoners, amongst them an Indian man called Mohinder. At the sound of his name being read and pronounced with the wrong stresses, Sylar had corrected the newsreader as if he could hear him. “It’s Sur-esh. Dr Mohinder Suresh, you moron.”

After the news report, everything changed. They had jumped into the car, Sylar had smiled. When Luke had asked where they were going, he had been told “To find Mohinder.” Suddenly Luke felt like a third wheel, he could only managed to engage Sylar in conversation by asking about Mohinder, so he did that almost exclusively on the way to Arkansas. There had been one question that Sylar didn’t answer. Luke had asked “So, what was the deal with you two anyway?”

They had spent the last few days pushing Sylar’s lie-detector ability to its limits. Luke had seen him get more and more angry when people lied, showing real desperation. He had killed a boy about Luke’s age just because he didn’t know anything, breaking his neck with snap of his hand. Eventually he had found a farmer who had told him that he had seen an Indian guy walking on the dirt track between the boundary of his lower forty and the wood. Sylar had disappeared for over an hour, leaving him in the car while he went on reconnaissance. Now here they were, outside a boarded up ranger’s station in the middle of a forest, just waiting.

Luke twitched as Sylar walked back towards the car and opened the passenger side door. “Drive away from here, park the car somewhere out of sight and then come back.”

“Yeah, but what if…”

“Just do it!”He said, tossing the keys to him and walking back to the ramshackle building without a backward glance.

Luke watched him go. Whoever this Mohinder was he had some kind of hold over Sylar, and he couldn’t imagine what kind of man could achieve that. What was Mohinder going to think of him? He might tell Sylar to ditch him, or kill him, and Luke had no doubt that he would do it if Mohinder asked. He put the keys in the ignition and reversed, anxious to find a suitable hiding place for the car and get back before Sylar forgot about him.

….

It was almost dark by the time Luke found his way back to the ranger’s station. He looked for any signs of a fight but saw just the building, looking serene and uninhabited, like a painted backdrop. His mind began to chatter as he wondered whether Sylar was still there. What if this was a trick to get rid of me? What if Mohinder killed him? What if they killed each other? Where will I go?

He jogged round to the back of the building and shielded his eyes to look into a small gap in the boarding over the window. It was dark inside but there was definite movement. He ran back to the door which Sylar had unlocked with a twist of his finger and pulled it gently, praying that it wouldn’t emit a noise. Stepping into the darkness the boy heard noises from the only other room of the tiny cabin, and approached slowly, with no idea as to what he would find.

The door hung off its hinges. Fresh blood dripped from the battered wood, lit by the milky beam of a dropped flashlight. He heard the wet sound of lips and tongues and hums which were either from pleasure or discomfort, or maybe a little of both. He crept to the doorway and silently dropped to his knees, gasping unheard at what he saw. The room was soaked in blood, destroyed, ripped apart. Against the wall Sylar was holding the man’s hands above his head, pressing against his body and kissing him deeply. The presence of the blood and the rips in their clothes belied the tenderness with which they kissed and Luke couldn’t take his eyes from Sylar’s face, his eyelids fluttering and his soft lips moving gently against his partner’s.

Sylar kissed along Mohinder’s jaw and let his tongue dart out to flick against his earlobe. Luke gasped and immediately clamped his hand to his mouth as Sylar’s head whipped round. He scrabbled to get up but felt himself pinned in position and trembled as Sylar’s wrist flicked to hold him.

Luke was shaking, a look of confusion painted across his face. He thought back to their conversation at the first diner and the way Sylar had preached to him about emotion and objectives. Where was that now? Where did this man fit in with the plan? Maybe he was the plan.

Sylar smiled and let out a knowing laugh. “You caught me.” He said, pulling away from Mohinder and walking towards him, still with a very obvious erection.

“Luke, I want you to meet Mohinder.” Sylar gestured towards the man who looked at Luke with concern. Luke felt Sylar release him from his ungodly grip and extend his hand. He took it, allowing himself to be pulled up from the floor and over the middle of the room.

Mohinder looked Luke up and down. “How old is he?”

“I’m seventeen and I’m right here.” Luke spat. He hadn’t expected the accent but he had seen the image of Mohinder on the news. He was more handsome in real life, he looked cleaner somehow.  He felt Sylar’s hands on his shoulders and relaxed a little.

“Luke’s very spirited Mohinder. Look at that innocent little face and those wide eyes, he could almost be Peter.” Sylar spat the plosives in the man’s name and grinned, holding Luke from behind and letting his hands drift over the boy’s chest. Luke shivered at the contact, he could tell that this was for Mohinder’s benefit and wondered whether he should play up to it. He glanced around the wrecked room and noted a swelling on Mohinder’s cheekbone. His shirt has been ripped at the shoulder and there was a too clean cut underneath the flapping fabric.

“Did you guys fight?”

Mohinder’s gave a smirk and Sylar’s amused grunt echoed in Luke’s ear. “We were just….catching up.” Sylar growled. “I was telling Mohinder about you. How your being here won’t stop us from catching up properly.” He ghosted his lips over the boy’s neck. “Do you like him Luke?”

Luke looked at Mohinder. He was handsome, but his desires were all focused on Sylar, Sylar’s voice, his smell, his touch, the things he imagined him doing to him. If Mohinder was a part of that, if wanting him was a condition of Sylar’s attention then yes, he would do anything. “Yeah, he’s….” Luke tried to think of the word that Sylar would use. “He’s beautiful.” He felt Sylar harden against him and warmth spread across his stomach as the man stroked him. He had said the right thing.

“Mohinder?” Sylar added a hint of menace to the question. This was what he wanted and he wasn’t going to do without it.

Mohinder lifted a finger to stroke Luke’s soft hair. Only a few months ago he would have rejected this out of hand, but there was still a constant hum of adrenaline in his bloodstream, a kind of standby power from his ability. He had started the day with a fight, spilled Sylar’s blood and kissed him. He wanted to fuck him, to spend the night indulging his every physical desire with someone who could match him. If the kid had to be here, and if it made Sylar hornier, then it could only be a good thing. “That depends…” he said softly. “Are you going to share nicely?”

Sylar grinned and let go of Luke, proffering him to Mohinder. “You can even go first.”

Mohinder noticed Luke react, the bite of rejection. He searched the boy’s face for a sign of real consent to the arrangement. “Are you a virgin Luke?” he asked abruptly.

Sylar rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows at Mohinder. “What does that have to -“

“No.” Luke asserted. “I’m not a virgin.”

Sylar felt a tingle. Mohinder might bitch if he knew it was the boy’s first time. “He’s telling the truth Mohinder, he’s not.”

Luke felt Sylar’s hand on his back, encouraging him forward. He stepped towards Mohinder, taking him by the hips and leaning up to press their lips together. Mohinder swept a hand into Luke’s hair and let his tongue explore his mouth, enjoying the pliancy of the boy compared to Sylar’s firmness.

Breaking the kiss Mohinder looked at Sylar. “Go and sit down, I’ll show him what you like.” Sylar smiled, righting a chair which had been flung aside during their ‘chat’. He sat, trying to play it cool but rock hard at the prospect of Mohinder teaching his little virgin how to please him. He undid his pants, sliding them and his boxers to his ankles and giving himself a few strokes of preparation as he saw the uncertainty in Luke’s face.

Luke looked at Mohinder and the man could tell he was lying about his experience. He was lost, completely lost. He took Luke’s hand and led him over to where Sylar was sat. Luke got to his knees, his breathing becoming heavy, and Mohinder did the same, resting a hand on Sylar’s thigh and stroking it absently. “Take it in your hand and get it nice and hard for him.”

Luke swallowed, thinking how Mohinder’s voice sounded like one of those books on tape. He made a fist around Sylar’s cock, pumping a few times like he’d done only to himself and smiling a little at the puff of breath that escaped Sylar’s mouth.

“Now just lick at the tip and try to suck the end between your lips.” Mohinder was getting hard just looking at him, his sweet puppy dog eyes and soft pink lips which were about to get wet with pre-cum. He watched as Luke opened his mouth wider and slid up Sylar’s cock, the indentation of his busy tongue prodding into his cheek. “That’s it, suck in your cheeks a little and move your head up and down, that’s right, God you look gorgeous.” He pinched Sylar’s thigh. “Look at him, watch him suck you.” Mohinder moved his hand to his own cock and started stroking as Sylar opened his and groaned at the sight of the boy hungrily sucking him. When Luke started to hum softly Sylar couldn’t stand any more and pushed him back as he came, splashing a flash of white onto his chin and throat.

Luke panted, swallowing and wanting to clean himself of though he didn’t dare. He wanted to ask if he had done okay but knew it would give him away as a pathetic little virgin. He lifted his head to meet Sylar’s gaze and saw something different in the way he was looking at him. Suddenly the man lurched forward and kissed him, dropping to his knees and taking Luke’s head roughly in both hands. He dragged Luke to his feet and spun him to face Mohinder, pulling his shirt over his head and unbuttoning his jeans from behind.

Mohinder still wasn’t comfortable with the look on Luke’s face. There was resignation there, and just the slightest hint of fear. He walked over to him and stayed Sylar’s hands, shooting him a warning look. Stroking Luke’s back tenderly he held him close, his worries confirmed when the boy hugged back, flattening his cheek to Mohinder’s chest.

Mohinder nodded towards the boy and Sylar felt a pang of guilt. He hugged Luke from behind, sandwiching him between them and kissing into his hair. He reached into Luke’s jeans, stroking him gently over his underwear. He moved his hand inside, registering the little moan that Luke gave and bringing his other hand in to play with his balls. With his telekinesis he pushed down the restricting clothes and made eye contact with Mohinder, gesturing for him to watch. When the doctor’s eyes turned down to see Luke leaking over Sylar’s fingers he gasped slightly.

“Do you want Mohinder to suck you off?” Sylar whispered into Luke’s ear. The boy nodded, his eyelids fluttering, and Mohinder went to his knees, immediately taking his length all the way in. Luke yelped and Sylar knew he wouldn’t last long. He knelt behind him, shuffling Luke’s legs further apart and leading with his tongue, giving a dramatic lick to his asshole. Luke’s knees buckled as he moaned loudly and Sylar had to steady him. “No-one told you about that did they?” he whispered, almost to himself, as he lapped gently at the ring of muscle, edging his tongue inside, trying to open him up before he came into Mohinder’s mouth.

Luke’s breaths reached a crescendo and he yelled out, scrunching Mohinder’s curls into his hand and spazming around Sylar’s tongue. “Oh God, oh God…” he panted, his head swimming as his strength left him and he sank onto his hands and knees.

“Oh yeah, just..just stay there.” Sylar growled, tearing off his clothes. Mohinder saw what he had planned and bent down to whisper to Luke, brushing the sweat slicked hair from his brow.

“Tell me the truth Luke, have you done this before?” His wide brown eyes met the boy’s as he shook his head gently, defeated. Mohinder went to Sylar’s hastily discarded jeans and dug around in the pockets finding two condoms and lube. He glanced at Sylar, who shrugged, bouncing his eyebrows. So he’d planned this all along. Mohinder tossed them in his direction and started to undress. He pointed at his eyes with forked fingers to let Sylar know he was watching him and returned to kneel in front of Luke.

Luke leaned up to Mohinder, letting himself be kissed gently. He felt warm hands on his ass and tensed as a slick fingertip entered him. He gasped into Mohinder’s mouth and opened his eyes with alarm. The doctor brushed his thumb against Luke’s cheekbone and laid tiny kisses on his wet lips. “It’s alright, he’ll be gentle.” He shot another warning look at Sylar who rolled his eyes and nodded.

Sylar slowly fucked Luke with one long finger, bending the tip to stretch him a little. He looked down at his thick, hard cock, wondering how the hell this tight little virgin ass was going to take it. He added another finger and reached round to stroke Luke’s growing erection as the boy grunted and scissored his fingers inside him as best he could, feeling a little more give. “Come on Luke, open up for me, you’ll like it.”

Mohinder delved into Luke’s mouth with his tongue, trying to distract him from what Sylar was doing. He opened his eyes and saw Sylar rolling on a condom and slicking up his cock. As he positioned himself at Luke’s opening the boy moaned, feeling the nudge of his arousal.

Luke breathed heavily, feeling Sylar start to push inside. He cried out, shocked at the sensation of being filled so completely. With every movement of Sylar’s hips he gritted his teeth and sobbed. The burning was almost intolerable but he somehow knew it would get better. If it didn’t then why would people do it at all?

“Oh, you’re so tight. Oh God.” Sylar grimaced as he tried to move more freely inside Luke. “Come on baby, oh God, you’re so good, ” he rambled as he felt Luke relax from the insistent stroking on his cock. “Oh yeah, you’re perfect, you’re beautiful, you’re so beautiful.”

Mohinder couldn’t take his eyes off Sylar’s face, the look of pained ecstasy at fucking someone so tight and new was something he’d never been able to give him. He felt a warmth over his groin and looked down to see Luke’ head hovering over his lap. The boy looked up at him and Mohinder’s desire to be a part of Sylar’s arousal overtook him. He took hold of his cock and cradled Luke’s face with his spare hand.

Luke saw Mohinder’s slender cock bob to his lips and opened his mouth, taking it in and swirling his tongue over the head. It was starting to feel good to be fucked, Sylar was moving in and out of him more easily, but he wanted to distract himself from the still strange sensation. He hummed over Mohinder’s length, repeating the exact same movements as he’d used on Sylar.

Sylar grinned at the awesome sight before him. He was fucking Luke steadily while he sucked Mohinder, shared between them, linking them. For the first time since he had started moving he thought Luke could handle a nudge at his prostate. He thrust in and up and laughed as Luke moaned around Mohinder’s cock and Mohinder threw his head back in ecstasy, a chain reaction which he controlled. As he moved faster inside Luke the boy took his mouth from Mohinder, and looked back at him, panting “Fuck me, fuck me please, come inside me.”

“Oh God yes,” Sylar surged into him, gripping his skinny hips and thrusting fast and hard while he jerked Luke into his climax. He heard Luke’s muffled cries, reverberating around Mohinder’s cock, and came screaming as the boy’s muscles contracted around him. Seconds later Sylar opened his eyes and saw Mohinder throw his head back for the last time, Luke gulping down his release and letting his cock drop from his lips as he nuzzled Mohinder’s groin, exhausted.

Sylar pulled out, tossing the used condom aside. He crawled over to lay next to Luke, whose head was still in Mohinder’s lap. Pulling the boy against him he motioned for Mohinder to join them. He kissed Luke on the back of the neck tenderly as Mohinder shuffled down to lay flush against them both, reaching over Luke to stroke up and down Sylar’s waist.

Luke reached behind him to pull Sylar closer and nuzzled into Mohinder’s shoulder. Both men instinctively cuddled up to him, stroking and kissing in silent thanks for his submission. Sylar and Mohinder’s eyes met over the boy’s head. The look said “We probably shouldn’t have done this, but I’m glad we did.”

fic, threesome, mylar, luke, rating: nc-17

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