FiveTimes Sylar Was Tempted By Luke and One Time He Gave In
Pairing : Sylar/Luke
Words : 1329
Rating: R for language
Notes: For blossommorphine who was the CEO of the heroes_exchange company picnic and wanted Syluke
Five times that Sylar was tempted by Luke, and the one time he gave in.
1. Sylar bit the inside of his cheek as he glanced sideways at Luke again. The boy was shooting baskets, having pestered to stop at a crappy diner which had an arcade attached to it. He had played on the basketball game for the last fifteen minutes as Sylar sat nearby, coolly sipping on a coke. Coolly, that was, until he happened to catch a glimpse of Luke's stomach. Flat, soft but not flabby, and pale, like it had barely ever seen the sun. Luke's shirt was hitching up every time he gave a little reach to make the basket, giving a momentary flash of his skin. Sylar didn't have a stomach thing, it wasn't a kink or a fetish, it was just such an intimate part of the boy's body for him to flashing in public. Every time he reached, there it was, and Sylar wanted to run his fingers over the soft skin, swipe a fingertip over Luke's belly button or place a gentle kiss on his side where he was bound to be ticklish. He bit on his cheek again, and dug his fingernails into his leg hard.
2. Luke couldn't hold his booze, which was precisely why Sylar never let him have any. Tonight though, he had told Luke to wait for him in the hotel room and had forgotten about the mini bar. The alcohol gave some colour to Luke's cheeks, and a brightness to his eyes. It also made him smile widely, not smirk like usual. These three small changes made Luke look a little older, a little more confident. The boy was doing this on purpose, leaning over him to get the TV remote as they lounged on one of the beds. His purple shirt clung to his lightly muscled body and his jeans pulled to reveal a shapely hip bone which Sylar felt like licking. His voice was a little deeper from the relaxing effect of the alcohol, taking on a nice, rich tone which was making Sylar's stomach flip over. He jumped up suddenly, mumbling something about a shower, and trying to ignore whatever salacious remark Luke was currently making.
3. Sylar was prone to jealousy, he knew. But to be jealous of a wonderful ability was one thing, and to be clenching his jaw in anger at the sight of a 16 year old girl flirting with Luke was quite another. The girl was pretty, he supposed. She had tight jeans and bright coloured plastic jewellery and was tossing her hair and laughing uproariously at every triviality that fell from Luke's lips. Luke was giving as good as he got, maintaining eye contact and touching her arm gently with an artistry Sylar never knew he had. When the girl started to lean in, Sylar sent a kick of pressure to her stomach and watched as she doubled over. Luke looked at her concerned and bent to help but Sylar had had enough of the floor show. He stalked over, grabbing Luke's arm and whispering that agents were on their tail. Later when he caught Luke looking a little despondent, he ruffled the boy's hair, and his smile told him that the little miss would be soon forgotten.
4. Luke would sometimes daydream, staring off into the middle distance with an occasional flutter of his eyelashes or quiver of his lip like he was ruminating on some complex theorum. It would happen mostly when he ate, especially ice cream for some reason. He had a weird habit of turning his spoon upside down and sucking it clean when he ate, and Sylar found it hard to ignore. Sometimes Luke would order something with a cherry on top, and that was when Sylar felt he knew exactly what he was doing to him. He would rest the glistening red ball on his bottom lip before sucking the whole thing in and swirling it by the stalk. Just when Sylar felt he was about to pop, Luke would sink his teeth in, and catch any stray juice with his quick pink tongue. The first time it had happened, Sylar's leg had jerked involuntarily against the table, causing a cacophony of chinking tableware.
5. It was the inevitability that Sylar had tried to put from his mind. They didn't make reservations, they showed up,sometimes in the early hours at motel and hotel lobbies and asked for a room with two beds. Miraculously they had always been accommodated, but tonight Sylar was out of luck. Only one room left, one Queen sized bed. There were options - making Luke sleep on the floor or in the car seemed the most tempting - but the boy looked so tired and resigned that Sylar simply shrugged and took the key. Silently they went about their night time ablutions and before long Luke was curled up on the right side of the bed fast asleep. Sylar watched him, the gentle rise and fall of his chest in his clean tshirt and the strands of his soft hair fluttering from his own breath. Suddenly Luke sighed, rolling onto his back and letting his arms rest above his head, framing his sweet face. Sylar swallowed hard, and turned away from the pretty sight trying to summon up some thoughts to kill off his insistant hard on.
And...
1. Even before Sylar knew what kinks were he knew that dirty talk was one of them. With Luke it wasn't even that dirty, it was just the way he said things. It was the warmth of him in proximity, the whispering, the pop of the sibilants and the teasing tone of his voice. And it was teasing, just baiting him like he would have a sibling or a schoolfriend, but it was driving Sylar crazy. Luke had been with him for six months now, and the glaring had kind of lost its power. Sylar could no longer silence him with a look, and no longer felt comfortable in flinging him against the wall or gripping his throat with invisible fingers. Now all he had left were words.
"I swear to God Luke, if I go for a shower one more time and find no towels I will end you." Sylar huffed as he slammed the bathroom door behind him and sat on the bed.
"I'm sorry, alright? They never leave enough, you can just ask for more, they'll bring 'em." Luke rolled his eyes.
"That's not the point, have some consideration for other people or I'll...." He stopped himself before making an empty threat, and sighed as Luke bounced on the bed on his knees behind him. He felt warm breath on his neck and shivered a little. Luke's hair brushed against his and the boy started to whisper.
"What? What will you do Daddy, are you gonna spank me? Huh? Are you gonna put me over your knee and spank me for being a naughty boy? Hmm? Maybe I'd like that, maybe you would. Maybe you need to show me who's boss, leave a nice red mark on me, you'd love that wouldn't you? You'd lo-hey!"
Sylar pinned Luke on his back, tearing at his clothes as the boy's eyes widened. "That's it," he growled. "No more taunting, no more whispering, no more sucking on cherries, no more flirting. From now on you say what you damn well mean you little cock tease."
Luke moaned as his skin gradually met the air, Sylar nipping at his throat and grinding against him through the still damp towel he was wearing. "I wasn't...oh! I wasn't teasing, I wasn't!"
Silencing him with a hungry kiss, Sylar flung the towel to one side and pressed their naked bodies together. "Bullshit you little flirt.You're gonna get everything you've been asking for for the last six months...."
***
Luke smiled as he felt Sylar's arm slung across him. It had been a long time but he'd finally got what he wanted, and he had to admit, it was tough being irresistable...
Words : 1329
Rating: R for language
Notes: For blossommorphine who was the CEO of the heroes_exchange company picnic and wanted Syluke
Five times that Sylar was tempted by Luke, and the one time he gave in.
1. Sylar bit the inside of his cheek as he glanced sideways at Luke again. The boy was shooting baskets, having pestered to stop at a crappy diner which had an arcade attached to it. He had played on the basketball game for the last fifteen minutes as Sylar sat nearby, coolly sipping on a coke. Coolly, that was, until he happened to catch a glimpse of Luke's stomach. Flat, soft but not flabby, and pale, like it had barely ever seen the sun. Luke's shirt was hitching up every time he gave a little reach to make the basket, giving a momentary flash of his skin. Sylar didn't have a stomach thing, it wasn't a kink or a fetish, it was just such an intimate part of the boy's body for him to flashing in public. Every time he reached, there it was, and Sylar wanted to run his fingers over the soft skin, swipe a fingertip over Luke's belly button or place a gentle kiss on his side where he was bound to be ticklish. He bit on his cheek again, and dug his fingernails into his leg hard.
2. Luke couldn't hold his booze, which was precisely why Sylar never let him have any. Tonight though, he had told Luke to wait for him in the hotel room and had forgotten about the mini bar. The alcohol gave some colour to Luke's cheeks, and a brightness to his eyes. It also made him smile widely, not smirk like usual. These three small changes made Luke look a little older, a little more confident. The boy was doing this on purpose, leaning over him to get the TV remote as they lounged on one of the beds. His purple shirt clung to his lightly muscled body and his jeans pulled to reveal a shapely hip bone which Sylar felt like licking. His voice was a little deeper from the relaxing effect of the alcohol, taking on a nice, rich tone which was making Sylar's stomach flip over. He jumped up suddenly, mumbling something about a shower, and trying to ignore whatever salacious remark Luke was currently making.
3. Sylar was prone to jealousy, he knew. But to be jealous of a wonderful ability was one thing, and to be clenching his jaw in anger at the sight of a 16 year old girl flirting with Luke was quite another. The girl was pretty, he supposed. She had tight jeans and bright coloured plastic jewellery and was tossing her hair and laughing uproariously at every triviality that fell from Luke's lips. Luke was giving as good as he got, maintaining eye contact and touching her arm gently with an artistry Sylar never knew he had. When the girl started to lean in, Sylar sent a kick of pressure to her stomach and watched as she doubled over. Luke looked at her concerned and bent to help but Sylar had had enough of the floor show. He stalked over, grabbing Luke's arm and whispering that agents were on their tail. Later when he caught Luke looking a little despondent, he ruffled the boy's hair, and his smile told him that the little miss would be soon forgotten.
4. Luke would sometimes daydream, staring off into the middle distance with an occasional flutter of his eyelashes or quiver of his lip like he was ruminating on some complex theorum. It would happen mostly when he ate, especially ice cream for some reason. He had a weird habit of turning his spoon upside down and sucking it clean when he ate, and Sylar found it hard to ignore. Sometimes Luke would order something with a cherry on top, and that was when Sylar felt he knew exactly what he was doing to him. He would rest the glistening red ball on his bottom lip before sucking the whole thing in and swirling it by the stalk. Just when Sylar felt he was about to pop, Luke would sink his teeth in, and catch any stray juice with his quick pink tongue. The first time it had happened, Sylar's leg had jerked involuntarily against the table, causing a cacophony of chinking tableware.
5. It was the inevitability that Sylar had tried to put from his mind. They didn't make reservations, they showed up,sometimes in the early hours at motel and hotel lobbies and asked for a room with two beds. Miraculously they had always been accommodated, but tonight Sylar was out of luck. Only one room left, one Queen sized bed. There were options - making Luke sleep on the floor or in the car seemed the most tempting - but the boy looked so tired and resigned that Sylar simply shrugged and took the key. Silently they went about their night time ablutions and before long Luke was curled up on the right side of the bed fast asleep. Sylar watched him, the gentle rise and fall of his chest in his clean tshirt and the strands of his soft hair fluttering from his own breath. Suddenly Luke sighed, rolling onto his back and letting his arms rest above his head, framing his sweet face. Sylar swallowed hard, and turned away from the pretty sight trying to summon up some thoughts to kill off his insistant hard on.
And...
1. Even before Sylar knew what kinks were he knew that dirty talk was one of them. With Luke it wasn't even that dirty, it was just the way he said things. It was the warmth of him in proximity, the whispering, the pop of the sibilants and the teasing tone of his voice. And it was teasing, just baiting him like he would have a sibling or a schoolfriend, but it was driving Sylar crazy. Luke had been with him for six months now, and the glaring had kind of lost its power. Sylar could no longer silence him with a look, and no longer felt comfortable in flinging him against the wall or gripping his throat with invisible fingers. Now all he had left were words.
"I swear to God Luke, if I go for a shower one more time and find no towels I will end you." Sylar huffed as he slammed the bathroom door behind him and sat on the bed.
"I'm sorry, alright? They never leave enough, you can just ask for more, they'll bring 'em." Luke rolled his eyes.
"That's not the point, have some consideration for other people or I'll...." He stopped himself before making an empty threat, and sighed as Luke bounced on the bed on his knees behind him. He felt warm breath on his neck and shivered a little. Luke's hair brushed against his and the boy started to whisper.
"What? What will you do Daddy, are you gonna spank me? Huh? Are you gonna put me over your knee and spank me for being a naughty boy? Hmm? Maybe I'd like that, maybe you would. Maybe you need to show me who's boss, leave a nice red mark on me, you'd love that wouldn't you? You'd lo-hey!"
Sylar pinned Luke on his back, tearing at his clothes as the boy's eyes widened. "That's it," he growled. "No more taunting, no more whispering, no more sucking on cherries, no more flirting. From now on you say what you damn well mean you little cock tease."
Luke moaned as his skin gradually met the air, Sylar nipping at his throat and grinding against him through the still damp towel he was wearing. "I wasn't...oh! I wasn't teasing, I wasn't!"
Silencing him with a hungry kiss, Sylar flung the towel to one side and pressed their naked bodies together. "Bullshit you little flirt.You're gonna get everything you've been asking for for the last six months...."
***
Luke smiled as he felt Sylar's arm slung across him. It had been a long time but he'd finally got what he wanted, and he had to admit, it was tough being irresistable...