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Transgress

Title : Transgress
Word count : 1155
Rating : NC17
Notes : For the lukexsylar  community challenge


 

There are so many rules. Even for a seventeen year old who’s been contending with do and do not from all quarters; from Mom, school, the police. So many rules, and so many punishments if they aren’t followed.

 

Sylar had rules for everything. Luke tried to categorise them to help his memory. There were car rules. No singing to the radio, no playing with the radio, no kicking the dashboard, no tapping on the inside of the door. Always wear a seatbelt.

 

When he had broken the first of the car rules and tunelessly joined in with a Bon Jovi song on the radio, Sylar had turned it off and pulled over calmly. “Get out”.

 

Luke shifted as the light burns on his ass began to itch. They would be healed within a week, just heat burns from being made to drop his pants and lean against the sun-heated metal of the hood of the car. “Let the punishment fit the crime” Sylar had said that night as he had smoothed lotion on the red strips across his skin and kissed them better.

 

There were social rules. Luke was not to imply to strangers that he and Sylar were in any kind of relationship. Luke was not to try and touch Sylar in any way in public. Luke was not to address him as anything but Sylar.

 

He had broken the third rule when they had stopped for gas and Sylar had acquiesced to his request for a can of coke. “Thanks sweetie.” He had joked as they wandered back to the car. Sylar had not responded until hours later when the door had closed on their motel room and the curtains had been pulled roughly, blocking the light. Luke had found himself face down on the bed with his clothes ripped off and his wrists tied to the headboard as Sylar spanked him. “What’s my name?” he had yelled with every rise of his hand. Luke had called it out as he finally came, quivering under the rush of pleasure from pain.

 

There were motel room rules. Luke was to keep to his bed, or the floor depending on his luck. Luke was to use one towel when he showered. He was to rinse out the bathtub and leave no puddles of water on the bathroom floor. Should he be allowed to sleep in Sylar’s bed he had to be clean, scrubbed and dry. Luke had broken the third rule after he had been rescued from the government men. When the adrenaline subsided he was hit by exhaustion and had flopped down onto the only bed as soon as he’d entered the room. Sylar had heaved him off the bed and thrown him into the bathroom to shower despite Luke barely being able to stand. He had fallen asleep in the bathtub and woke to find himself squeaky clean, dry and dressed in one of Sylar’s spare tshirts as the man slept soundly beside him. His punishment was to fear what Sylar would do to him when they woke, but that consequence never came. A temporary reprieve.

 

And then of course, there were sex rules. Luke was to do exactly as he was told. He was not to attempt to initiate sex. Sylar had never had to make a rule about Luke’s consent as he had always given it, but there was a safe word; “wait”. Sylar had chosen the safe word, and Luke eventually realised the thinking behind it. It wasn’t stop, or no for a reason. It was wait because eventually Sylar would always get what he wanted. The first time Sylar had fucked him he had said it three times before nodding gently and crying out in pain as he continued. The morning after Luke had been so sore he couldn’t walk or eat easily. For reasons unknown to himself he had cried in the bathroom, trying to keep quiet and not quite succeeding.

 

When they drove on that day, Luke had asked for his own rules. “If we’re going to do this, I think I should be able to make rules too.” He had piped up. “Like, if you hurt me you have to let me get better, you have to warn me it’s going to hurt, and we have to have a word that means never, not just later.” His heart was racing as he expected to be tipped out of the moving car and left on the roadside.

 

“Fine.” Sylar had said quietly. At that night’s motel he had pulled Luke into the shower with him rather than dowsing him with cold water. He had silently soaped him down, frowning at the scars he found which he hadn’t made. When Luke was dry and settled in bed, still with stomach cramps, Sylar had gone out and returned with Tylenol for him, tossing them onto the bed as if they were an after thought.

 

They had been lying side by side, lights off and blankets pulled when Sylar suddenly spoke. “I didn’t hurt you on purpose.” He said. Luke replied “I know” and was surprised when Sylar threw an arm over him and held him close as they fell asleep. The next day he realised that Sylar had known he was lying.

 

The second time, Sylar didn’t use the word fucked. He lay Luke down, ghosting his fingers over every accessible inch of his skin and following with kisses and glances of his tongue until Luke begged for him. The pain was replaced by a feeling of fullness and satisfaction as Sylar entered him slowly. He was so gentle that Luke fell apart completely afterwards, sobbing into Sylar’s shoulder as he remembered every worshipful touch, every sweet moan and dazed utterance of “yes” and “beautiful”. When they slept beside each other this time, it was almost as equals.

 

“Can I have one more rule?” Luke had asked.

 

“What?”

 

“Never leave me.”

 

Sylar had just kissed his head and gathered him into his arms, stroking his back as they fell asleep.

 

Now as Luke sat in the abandoned diner, looking up at Sylar with tears drying on his face, he was more confused than ever. His heart had leapt at the first sight of him but now he wondered whether he was back here just to kill him. Sylar strode towards him and reached out to pull him to his feet. From the diner to the car and the car to the motel, they said nothing. It wasn’t until they were back in each others arms, sated and  snatching their breaths back that Luke dared speak. “Why did you come back for me?”

 

Sylar wouldn’t meet his gaze, instead holding him and focusing somewhere in the middle distance, searching his thoughts for an answer to the question he had not yet satisfied in his own mind. Eventually he pulled the blanket over them and sighed, defeated. “You made a rule.”

 

Comments

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pupnamedpeter
Mar. 23rd, 2009 10:03 pm (UTC)
Okay, that last line made me tear up. This is just awesome :)
takhallus
Mar. 23rd, 2009 11:28 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I thought the last line might be a bit schmoopy but then again I like schmoop XD
buni_in_the_sky
Mar. 23rd, 2009 10:04 pm (UTC)
omg omg, this is soo sweet. T_T I love this, great fic! <3 <3 I love how Sylar was so sweet the second time and when he came back.
takhallus
Mar. 23rd, 2009 11:29 pm (UTC)
Yeah he learns you get more flies with honey than with vinegar or whatever that stupid saying is LOL

Thanks for reading xx
bloody_beary
Mar. 23rd, 2009 10:28 pm (UTC)
I love how Sylar can't admit that he's in a relationship with Luke, and yet he's so sweet and gentle eventually. Love it!
takhallus
Mar. 23rd, 2009 11:30 pm (UTC)
Yeah, that boy can't commit for all bloody hell! Daft old Sylar ;-)

Glad you liked x
flwrpwr_vampyre
Mar. 23rd, 2009 10:29 pm (UTC)
Wow, I completely love this. Sylar's first punishment is creative and god, Luke's reaction to basically being raped the first time they have sex. *is speechless* Absolutely fantastic.



takhallus
Mar. 23rd, 2009 11:31 pm (UTC)
Thanks, I figured his first time with Sylar wouldn't be all wine and roses

Thanks for reading xx
elle_rahen
Mar. 23rd, 2009 10:29 pm (UTC)
This was perfect! "You made a rule." That line clinched it for me. From seemingly harsh to just the right amount of sweetness. *contented sigh* Off to read again.
takhallus
Mar. 23rd, 2009 11:32 pm (UTC)
Cheers! Glad you liked it x
speccygeekgrrl
Mar. 23rd, 2009 11:06 pm (UTC)
AWWWWWWW. Last line of WIN. ♥
takhallus
Mar. 23rd, 2009 11:32 pm (UTC)
XD Thanks! x
jemzamia
Mar. 23rd, 2009 11:20 pm (UTC)
I love this so much :D
takhallus
Mar. 23rd, 2009 11:33 pm (UTC)
Thankyou!
thevoiceofwrath
Mar. 24th, 2009 12:45 am (UTC)
Aww, this is pretty. Good job!
takhallus
Mar. 24th, 2009 10:35 pm (UTC)
Thankyou! I love your icon BTW XD
thevoiceofwrath
Mar. 24th, 2009 10:55 pm (UTC)
No prob and thank you!

MS paint icon is MS painty. XD
brighteyed_jill
Mar. 24th, 2009 12:58 am (UTC)
This was lovely. Luke's reaction to his first time with Sylar was great... And the way Sylar changed his behavior after he realized what he'd done was also delightful. Very enjoyable!
takhallus
Mar. 24th, 2009 10:37 pm (UTC)
Thankyou, I'm glad you enjoyed it, I loved writing the bits where Sylar actually changes
perdiccas
Mar. 24th, 2009 01:39 am (UTC)
omg omg omg omg this is so perfect!! what a wonderful way for me to start the day! <3 the last line filled me with so much happiness (and a couple of tears! damn you!!) and Luke crying after their first time and not know why? And Sylar saying he didn't mean to hurt him? PERFECT!!! <3
takhallus
Mar. 24th, 2009 10:38 pm (UTC)
Your tears are like candy to me! Mwaahaha. Do you ever get that thing where you cry and you don't even know what you're crying at? Poor Lukey
weehobbit
Mar. 24th, 2009 07:08 am (UTC)
!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD. This makes my heart sing (you know if hearts can sing or something). Oh lord. And the part where Luke didn't know that Sylar didn't mean to hurt him. Luke, darling! And a lovely take on the prompt. Going to read this again now. ♥
takhallus
Mar. 24th, 2009 10:50 pm (UTC)
Thanks, what a lovely comment! So glad you liked it! XD
carmexgirl
Mar. 24th, 2009 08:24 am (UTC)
Oh gosh this is so lovely! I just...I love everything about it. From Sylar's rules and his rigorous enforcement of them, right down to when Luke takes the initiative and wants his own rules.

Sylar saying he didn't mean to hurt Luke, and his knowledge of Luke's lies when he says "I know", broke my heart! As did the last line.

So, so lovely.
takhallus
Mar. 24th, 2009 10:58 pm (UTC)
Thankyou so much, I didn't mean to break your heart, I'll get mendy tape XD

Your icon is cute as fuck !!
s8219
Mar. 24th, 2009 08:27 am (UTC)
!!!!!

“I didn’t hurt you on purpose.” He said. Luke replied “I know” and was surprised when Sylar threw an arm over him and held him close as they fell asleep. The next day he realised that Sylar had known he was lying. -- ... Yeah, wow, just... Heart? Broken. Wow.

This was chocked filled with so much amazing! ♥!!

So much love for this.
takhallus
Mar. 24th, 2009 10:59 pm (UTC)
Thankyou! x x

corbly
Mar. 24th, 2009 12:57 pm (UTC)
<33333333333333
So many beautiful lines in this fic! :"D
Fabulous~
takhallus
Mar. 24th, 2009 11:00 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much, thanks for taking the time to read and comment x
reiko_forrester
Mar. 25th, 2009 04:33 pm (UTC)
Aaawwww!! Sorry, I had to. Unexpected sweetness. :)
subplotter
Jul. 30th, 2009 05:25 am (UTC)
:']
darkqueenmeg
Nov. 8th, 2009 03:04 pm (UTC)
I read this story a while ago but i just thought i'd tell you that it's pretty much my go-to story. I read it on a weekly, sometimes daily basis because i enjoy it so much :)

seriously, could not be more well written.

love it :)
takhallus
Nov. 8th, 2009 03:43 pm (UTC)
Thank you, what a lovely compliment!
jaune_chat
Nov. 16th, 2009 11:02 am (UTC)
This is so lovely! I adore the emotion you put into every aspect of this story, Luke's uncertainty and struggle to find a balance, Sylar's solid facade of utter impenetrability overlying his own insecurities and lack of experience. I love how they find comfort in each other's rules, reining each other in and pulling each other back together. The two of them together make such a beautifully damaged duo. *huggles them*
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