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Fic: Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground

Title: Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sylar/Luke
Word Count: approx 1225
Summary: A fight in the woods. Rough sex.
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine.
Author's Note: title taken from the White Stripes song.

“That was awesome!” Luke exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. He turned to Sylar with a grin, “don't you think?”

Sylar didn't reply, and simply pushed past Luke, shoving the kid out of the way.

“This would be easier if I was alone,” Sylar spat. Walking over to a tree, Sylar leaned against it and slid down until he was sitting on the ground.

Luke's face fell. “What do you mean by that?”

Sylar glared up at him. “What do you think I mean by that? You could've been killed. It's irritating always having to worry about you dying.”

Turning his gaze away from Sylar, Luke lowered his eyes. There wasn't much he could say in response. He wasn't immortal, he was just a stupid teenager who could melt things with his hands, big fucking deal.

“If you're so worried, then just go..” Luke muttered, “leave me out here,”

Sylar let out a cold laugh. “You don't mean that, Luke.”

He didn't mean it, of course. Luke sure as hell didn't want Sylar to leave. But he was angry and he wanted to fight.

“Maybe I do mean it!” Luke shouted. “I thought this would be fun, but we just ran away from agents with guns and you have to ruin it by sitting there whining about me dying!”

Luke paused for a moment and smirked at Sylar, before continuing, “you're a drag.”

“Ouch,” Sylar sneered. “You really think I'm bothered by the words of a simpering teenager?”

“Fuck you, man!” Luke shouted again, kicking at the ground, sending rocks and dirt flying in Sylar's direction. The man could've raised his hand to stop the debris of course, but he allowed the dirt to land on his clothing and in his hair. He was suddenly intrigued by Luke's display of anger.

“Now, Luke,” he chided. “There's no need to throw a tantrum.”

Luke rushed towards him suddenly, shoving Sylar hard into the tree he was leaning against.

Sylar laughed, and the kid pushed him again. “Fuck,” Luke muttered between shoves, “You.”

Finally Sylar raised his hand, and an unseen force pushed Luke backwards. The kid stumbled and landed on his ass.

“Damn it,” he muttered, raising his foot and kicking at Sylar. His heel met the man's shin with a crack.

Sylar winced before reaching out to grab Luke's ankle. Their eyes locked on each other. Sylar's hands clasped around the skinny ankle, and he gave it a small threatening twist.

“Don't--” Luke started, before continuing. “Do it then,” he challenged defiantly.

“Break a teenager's ankle and abandon him in the woods. It sure as hell wouldn't be the worst thing you've ever done. Shit, why don't you just kill me now and get it over with.”

Sylar held Luke's ankle for a moment before allowing it to drop from his hands.

“I knew you wouldn't,” Luke gloated, using his toe to flick dirt in Sylar's face.

Suddenly Sylar moved, rising from his seated position, and pushed Luke onto his back. Grabbing fistfuls of dirt, Sylar began smearing them across Luke's face.

“How do you like it?” he taunted, shoving a handful into Luke's mouth.

The kid choked, and for a fraction of a second considered spitting the dirt up into Sylar's face, before turning his head to the side and spitting it on the ground.

“Fuck off,” Luke sputtered, turning to look up at Sylar. “Leave me then.”

The man glared down at him.

“Stop being such an idiot,” Sylar growled

He raised his hand to wipe dirt off Luke's mouth. The kid remained silent.

“You're a pain in the ass,” Sylar muttered, trailing his thumb across Luke's pink lips. “But I never said I was leaving.”

Opening his mouth, Luke wrapped his lips around Sylar's thumb. Taking the digit in his mouth, he sucked while looking up at Sylar.

Reaching down, Sylar used his other hand to work at his belt buckle. Finally releasing his cock from his pants, he knelt forward. Pulling his thumb from Luke's mouth, Sylar clasped his hand on the back of the kid's head and brought Luke's lips up to meet his erection.

Luke eagerly took Sylar in his mouth, breathing heavily as he sucked and licked the man. Dragging his tongue along the underside of Sylar's cock, Luke twirled his tongue over the head, and began to moan.

The sensation radiated through Sylar's groin, and the man closed his eyes and groaned as he pushed his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into Luke's mouth.

Luke pulled away for a moment. “Fuck me,” he panted, before wrapping his lips back around Sylar.

Sylar thrust a few more times, before pulling out. He sat back, his knees pressing into the grass and dirt below him, and ripped Luke's pants and underwear off his body. The kid pulled his own shirt off, leaving him pale and naked against the dirty ground.

Still on his knees, Sylar grabbed Luke's hips and dragged the kid's body towards himself, lifting Luke's ass up to rest on his groin. Sylar grinned wickedly when he noticed the two dirty handprints he'd left on the kid's pale hips. Spitting into his hand, Sylar reached down to smear the saliva over his cock.

“Please,” Luke begged, attempting to push his ass closer to Sylar.

Sylar's eyes were dark as they stared down at Luke. Gripping the kid by the hips, Sylar positioned his cock at Luke's opening, pausing for only a moment, before thrusting in, hard.

Luke inhaled sharply as his hands flung out to clasp the ground beneath him.

“Oh.. fuck..” Luke groaned, as Sylar pulled out and thrust himself balls-deep into the kid.

Eyes clamped shut, Luke dug his fingernails into the dirt as he fought through the pain. His body rocked as Sylar continued ramming into him, his skin scraping against the rough ground below him.

His muscles finally relaxing, Luke arched his back, and pushed himself against Sylar.

“Touch yourself,” Sylar demanded with a growl, not that Luke really needed to be told.

Luke reached down to clasp his own erection, his head falling back.

“Sylar, yeah, harder..” Luke moaned, and Sylar increased his pace, slamming himself against the kid's ass.

Luke jerked himself with his right hand, while the fingers of his left hand drew circles on Sylar's thigh. The kid was lost.

“Fuck...” Luke muttered one last time, his body tensing and jolting, cum shooting across his stomach and chest.

Luke's fading erection bobbed as Sylar continued to thrust into him. Still tracing circles with his left hand, Luke raised his right hand to smear his cum across his body, mixing it in with the dirt that was already there. He was fucking filthy.

Watching Luke's bizarre body painting, Sylar fell into a rhythm as he reached his climax. Thrusting hard one last time, he let out a guttural moan. As Sylar rode out the waves of his orgasm, he thrust slowly a few more times before finally easing himself out.

Rising to his feet, Sylar eased his cock back into his pants. He picked Luke's clothes up off the ground and tossed them at the kid.

“Get dressed. We need to find another car to steal.”

Luke smiled to himself. “We,” he said quietly, before rising to his feet.


( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 19th, 2009 11:56 am (UTC)
aw, boys were grumpy bears!!!

i enjoyed the little dirt fight lol i wasnt expecting that but i could picture it clearly.

also, very amused at the 'body painting'!! i think you need to have a shower time fic next :P they fought, they had rough sex, now it's make up sex in the shower to clean off all the dirt and cum!

yes, i know i know. you dont want to write series right now :P

and naturally, i enjoyed the title :)
Oct. 20th, 2009 08:07 pm (UTC)
LOL You love sequels don't you...... But NO.

and I knew you'd appreciate the title :)
Oct. 19th, 2009 03:28 pm (UTC)
Well, goddamn if that wasn't JUST what I needed to put me in a good mood for work. XD This was wonderful and ridiculously hot! Who knew dirt was sexy? Thank you!
Oct. 20th, 2009 08:07 pm (UTC)
You're welcome! Thanks for commenting :)
Oct. 19th, 2009 08:07 pm (UTC)
Hooray for foresty sex!

Love it!
Oct. 20th, 2009 08:08 pm (UTC)
Glad you liked it!
Oct. 20th, 2009 02:37 am (UTC)
OMG that is so filthy. I want to hose them down and force them to soap til there red. It was incredibly well written and it was in character and the leaving theme was perfect. But the dirt. I was cringing at the same time as I was intrigued by it. Excellent work here! ^___^
Oct. 20th, 2009 08:10 pm (UTC)
Haha, yeah, I figured some people would be creeped out by the dirt.. Thanks though!
Oct. 20th, 2009 04:21 am (UTC)
well that was definitely dirty in every sense of the word ;)
Oct. 20th, 2009 08:11 pm (UTC)
Indeed ;)
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