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FIC: Silence

Title: Silence
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sylar/Luke
Word Count: 1950+
Summary: Luke wants to hear Sylar moan.
Warning: Sex, dirty talk, moments of fluff
Disclaimer: Not mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note: I'm working on another Sylar/Luke story, but I had to interrupt that one to get this one out. It was screaming at me to be written...

They hadn't been traveling together very long when it started. It felt almost natural the way they fell into bed together, Luke pinned under the weight of Sylar, their bodies moving together, slowly at first, and then building to a frenzied pace. Other times it'd be Luke pinned against the wall, or bent over a table.

Sylar never forced the kid, but there was an unspoken rule that he was always in control. The older man never spoke during sex, save for the occasional grunt, and Luke did his best to be equally as silent. Afterwards, Sylar would always retreat to the adjacent bed, away from Luke. At first the kid didn't mind, he enjoyed the connection with Sylar, and was more than happy to take sex with the older man in whatever form it came.

As the days and weeks went by, however, Luke began to yearn for sound. He wanted to hear Sylar pant in his ear, say his name, ramble incoherently, moan, anything. Luke tried to break the rules a few times, he had grabbed at Sylar attempting to increase their pace, and once Luke even tried to lick the older man's neck. In response, Sylar would always flick his wrist, and an invisible force would pin Luke back against the bed until they were finished.

In public, Sylar was always on the lookout, and he eyed everyone they met with suspicion. In private, however, when they were alone in their motel room, Sylar had begun to let his guard down. He stopped sleeping in his jacket, jeans and shoes – no longer always ready to attack or run. He even stopped waiting for Luke to fall asleep before he'd let himself drift off. He had begun to develop a degree of trust with the kid.

Luke had decided to take advantage of that trust.

After checking into their latest motel room, Sylar was shirtless and hovering over Luke, pressing the kid into the mattress with the weight of his body, his fingers tugging at Luke's zipper. For the first time, Luke resisted, complaining of a stomach ache. Sylar was clearly disappointed, but he simply retreated to his own bed and closed his eyes, eventually drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

Sensing some sort of danger, Sylar's body jolted and his eyes sprang open. He scanned the room before his gaze fixed on Luke, who was siting at the foot of his bed.

“What's going on?” Sylar asked, attempting to sit up, only to realize that his hands were tied to the headboard with his own belt.

Sylar looked at Luke with wild eyes, rage welling up from somewhere deep inside him.

“Untie me,” he hissed.

Luke knew Sylar could easily get himself out the situation, and was merely asking to be set free as a means of testing the kid. Luke had to act quickly.

“Just wait, Sylar, please,” Luke begged.

“Fucking untie me,” Sylar instructed, his voice rising. “Or I'm going to kill you.”

Luke jumped up from the foot of the bed. He moved closer to Sylar, and reached up, as if motioning to release the belt around Sylar's wrists.

“Please...” Luke continued begging as he ran his hands across Sylar's palms and down his forearms.

Sylar kept his eyes fixed on Luke, a look of suspicion on his face, but he said nothing.

He was waiting.

Luke slowly stepped back from the bed, his eyes still locked with Sylar's. He quickly reached up to pull his shirt over his head, before moving his hands down to his pants. He fumbled with the button, before inching his zipper down.

“I want to,” he whispered to Sylar, attempting to convey what he wanted to do, but having no idea how to put it into words.

Finally managing to tug down his pants and boxers, Luke let them fall to the floor. He stood naked next to Sylar, and his body shivered as he looked at the older man. He'd been naked with Sylar before, but he'd never felt so exposed. He ran his hands down his own torso, and lightly skimmed his fingers over his obvious erection, before he moved towards the bed and climbed on top of Sylar.

Sylar was still shirtless from their earlier encounter, and Luke took advantage of the chance to run his hands through Sylar's chest hair. The look on Sylar's face was slowly starting to change from anger and suspicion to mild intrigue. It seemed that, for the moment at least, he was willing to indulge the kid.

Luke brought his mouth down to Sylar's jaw and hesitated for a moment before slowly running his tongue along the older man's skin. Sylar's face was rough from a few day worth of stubble, and Luke rubbed his cheek against it, enjoying the way it scratched him. He brought his mouth up to Sylar's, and kissed him, dragging his lips and tongue over Sylar's mouth. He felt a sense of disappointment when Sylar's lips didn't respond. Clearly, he was indulging the kid, but he wasn't going to give up complete control so easily.

Mildly defeated, Luke sat back, his naked ass resting on Sylar's clothed crotch.

“Come on,” he coaxed, starting to rock his hips back and forth, grinding his ass into Sylar.

The older man's face remained stoic, but through the material Luke could feel the cock beneath him begin to harden. Sylar's body was betraying him.

Luke smiled at him.

“Yeah.. I can feel you,” he moaned, as he continued pressing himself against Sylar's erection.

Attempting the kiss again, Luke brought his mouth back up to Sylar's and swiped at his bottom lip with his tongue. Sylar responded this time, raising his head off the pillow to suck Luke's tongue inside his mouth, his own tongue swirling around the kid's. They didn't usually kiss during sex, and holy fuck, Luke's mind was reeling. He'd always wanted to touch Sylar's hair, and he reached up to run his shaking fingers through it. Sylar raised an eyebrow, but didn't protest as his mouth was already occupied.

Eventually, Luke broke the kiss and tried to still his shaking hands long enough to undo the older man's jeans. Finally, he reached inside Sylar's pants and could feel the heat of his cock. Luke raised his eyes to meet Sylar's, before grasping the older man's erection and easing it out of his pants.

Luke inhaled deeply as he smelled Sylar's scent, a mix of motel soap and musk, and just.. Sylar. He'd never given a blow job before, but fuck he wanted Sylar's cock in his mouth. His eyes were still locked with Sylar's as he wrapped his lips around the older man's erection. He flicked his tongue around the head of Sylar's cock, and moved his mouth up and down over the shaft. As Luke sucked, Sylar's head tilted back slightly and his eyes grew dark, but he remained silent.

Disappointed, Luke released Sylar's cock from his mouth, and sat up again. He was still determined to get noise out of Sylar, but clearly his amateur cock sucking skills weren't going to cut it. He glanced down at Sylar's cock, and back up into the older man's face, when inspiration struck.

“I'm going to fuck myself with your cock,” he said suddenly, grasping Sylar's erection in his hand.

The older man's eyebrows furrowed for a moment. Then he slowly nodded at Luke, as if silently encouraging him to continue.

“I want you. I want you inside me. Fucking me,” he continued, spewing out the filthiest things he could come up with.

“Your cock is so hard. I'm going to fuck myself with it, and I'm going to fucking moan, and then I'm going to come all over you.”

A smirk betrayed itself at the corners of Sylar's mouth, which only encouraged Luke more.

“I'm going to watch your face as you fuck me. I want to see you enjoy it, and I want to hear you say my name when you come inside me,” he included the last bit in the hope that it would encourage the sound he yearned for so badly.

As Luke continued his attempt at dirty talk, he spit into his hand and rubbed his saliva over Sylar's erection. They didn't travel with much, and lube sure as hell wasn't on the list of necessities. As he slicked up Sylar's cock, he pumped it a few times, attempting to get a reaction out of the older man.

Finally, Sylar writhed a little, pulling at the belt around his wrists.

“Untie me, kid,” he said finally, knowing it was likely still a pointless request.

“Say it again,” Luke teased, suddenly feeling brave.

Sylar stared at him, tugging one last time at his wrist restraints. “Untie me.”

Luke brought his mouth up to Sylar's and kissed him hard before replying.


Leaning back again, he grasped Sylar's cock and held it steady as he eased himself onto it. He lifted off once, and then twice, before he finally felt his muscles relaxing. Grasping his hands around Sylar's waist, Luke used the older man for leverage as he fucked himself on Sylar's erection.

“So hot,” he panted, as he increased his pace. “Your cock feels so hot inside me.”

Keeping his eyes locked on Sylar, words kept pouring from Luke's mouth.

“I'm going to come soon,” he moaned, his precum leaking out and leaving a trail along Sylar's stomach.

Sylar's head fell back against the pillow, and his eyes slowly closed.

Suddenly Luke yelled at him, “open your eyes!”

Sylar opened one eye, looking at Luke with amused suspicion.

“I said, open your fucking eyes,” Luke demanded. “I want you to watch me. To watch us.”

Following Luke's orders, Sylar slowly eased his other eye open.

As he watched Luke grinding himself on his cock, Sylar's eyes began to darken, and his mouth slowly fell open. His wrists still bound above his head, Sylar gave the occasional tug, his body writhing beneath Luke. Sylar was able to free himself at any moment, of course, but he continued to indulge Luke –and perhaps himself-- by remaining trapped in his restraints.

Feeling himself nearing his climax, Luke finally reached down to grasp his own erection.

“Sylar,” he moaned, not taking his eyes off the older man. “I'm gonna come. Sylar.. Sylar..”

Sylar's eyes remained on the kid, moving from Luke's face, to the hand pumping his slick cock, to his body rising and falling on Sylar's own erection.

Sylar's eyes finally locked on Luke's, and the older man felt himself reaching his climax.

“Fuck...” He finally said, his body beginning to tense. He let out a guttural moan as he came.

“Luke.....” he moaned again, thrusting his hips up towards Luke, releasing his orgasm inside the kid.

Finally hearing the sound he'd been craving for so long, Luke lost it.

He shuddered, and panted Sylar's name, as he came all over his hand and Sylar's stomach.

Exhausted, Luke finally fell against Sylar. They laid motionless for awhile, their bodies slick and sticky with a mixture of cum and sweat.

Still feeling a little brave, Luke finally spoke.

“I wanted to hear you for so long..”

Sylar's eyes glanced down at the head resting against his chest, hair wet with sweat and sticking up in all directions. He brought his hand down to smooth the hair, then hesitated before gently running his fingers across Luke's cheek.

Luke jolted for a moment, his hand whipping up to grasp Sylar's wrist.

“You got out,” he said dumbly.

Of course he fucking got out, Luke berated himself, he's Sylar!

A second sound shocked Luke's ears that night – the soft sound of Sylar laughing.


( 22 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 21st, 2009 09:24 am (UTC)
SO much love for this. Luke is so adorable and hot and Sylar totally digs him more than he lets on. He needs someone to break that crazy stoic "I'mma take on the world, mothafucka" attitude.
Sep. 21st, 2009 04:27 pm (UTC)
He really does! Thanks :)
Sep. 21st, 2009 09:33 am (UTC)
Aw, this is so adorable! I love how indulgent Sylar is, lying there and letting Luke explore how he wants to. Very sweet. :)
Sep. 21st, 2009 04:28 pm (UTC)
Thanks :)
Sep. 21st, 2009 03:57 pm (UTC)
oh you love me!!!! you really really love me!!!!

also, this story wasnt what was screaming to be written.........that was ME!!!

yays!!!! super duper yays!!

what a lovely thing to wake up to!:D
Sep. 21st, 2009 04:32 pm (UTC)
Yeah, you screaming at me to finish my other story might've had something to do with it :P
Sep. 21st, 2009 09:29 pm (UTC)
Oh I love this, it's so hot. I love the dirty talk and the fact that Luke thinks he is in charge even when it's obvious he is outclassed.
Sep. 22nd, 2009 06:10 pm (UTC)
Thanks, glad you liked it :)
Sep. 22nd, 2009 04:46 am (UTC)

oh silly Luke, Sylar is always in charge xD
Sep. 22nd, 2009 06:11 pm (UTC)
Haha, yup. Thanks for commenting :)
Sep. 22nd, 2009 11:27 am (UTC)
Uuuhh... Holy... Wow. Dirty-talking, Sylar-tying Luke is teh sex. And the end - OMG. I'll be in my bunk. ;)
Sep. 22nd, 2009 06:12 pm (UTC)
:) Glad you liked it!
Sep. 23rd, 2009 07:49 am (UTC)

Sylar opened one eye, looking at Luke with amused suspicion. - hahaha! He's such a brat.

I can so picture him thinking “I’m such a nice person! I let people faux tie me up!” Still. My kink for wrists loves imagining them all tied around a headboard :)
Sep. 23rd, 2009 09:36 am (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed it! :)
Sep. 25th, 2009 01:20 am (UTC)
Love this. So very hot, and you got Sylar down to a T. XD
Sep. 25th, 2009 03:02 am (UTC)
Sep. 26th, 2009 11:53 pm (UTC)
Absolutely loved this!
Sep. 27th, 2009 05:43 am (UTC)
Oct. 4th, 2009 11:46 pm (UTC)
This was the perfect mix of hot, amusing, and cute.
Not to mention it fits their personalities very well.
Great job! <3
Oct. 5th, 2009 03:55 am (UTC)
Thanks! :)
Dec. 9th, 2009 07:38 am (UTC)
Good grief that was HOTTTTTT.
Dec. 9th, 2009 08:04 pm (UTC)
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Haha glad you liked it!
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