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Fic: A Bath

Title: A Bath
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sylar/Luke
Summary: Luke wants to take a bath with Sylar
Disclaimer: They're not mine.

“There's a bathtub in here!” Luke shouted with excitement.

Sylar rolled his eyes.

“Never seen a bathtub before, kid?” he shouted back with a sneer.

Luke popped his head out of the door to the rundown bathroom.

“Shut up,” he replied with a smirk. “I just thought.. you know, it might be fun..”

Sylar continued shuffling through his duffle bag and didn't reply.

Luke hesitated for a second before continuing, “maybe we could have a bath together.”

A snort escaped from Sylar. “A bath, Luke? Sorry, I left all the oils and scented candles in my other bag.”

What?” The kid guffawed, his jaw dropping. “Scented candles?

“Calm down, it was a joke,” Sylar replied, his eyes shifting back to his unpacking.

“Wow, I didn't realize you knew how to joke!” Luke exclaimed, staring at Sylar in mock amazement. “But dude, that was lame..”

Sylar raised a hand at Luke, causing the kid to fly backwards into the bathroom. He landed on his ass just as the door slammed shut. Muffled curses escaped from the gap at the bottom of the door, and then a clear voice echoed through the thin wood, “I just thought maybe we could fool around in here. You know, something different.”

Luke waited for a reply, but heard nothing.

“Fuck it,” he muttered. “You're no fun anyway.”

Stripping off his clothes, the kid turned on the water.


Luke eased himself into the bathtub, leaning his head back and resting it on the edge of the tub.

“I'm naked in here!” he shouted, slapping his hands over the warm water a few times, causing it to splash onto the floor.

He paused, listening carefully for a moment. There was nothing but silence on the other side of the door.

“This water is really warm,” he said in a ridiculous sing-song voice. “I wish you were in here with me..”

Still no reply.

“Too bad you're stuck out there being an ass,” he taunted. “I'm touching myself in here, and you're missing it..”

Accepting defeat, Luke lounged in the tub for a few minutes, nudging the crumbling tiles with his toes. Finally growing bored, he took a deep breath, plugged his nose, and dunked his entire body under the water.

He laid completely still, save for the bubbles slowly escaping from the corner of his mouth. He increased the pressure inside his mouth, forcing the air out faster. His breath came out in a rush of bubbles and gurgles. It reminded him of blowing bubbles into his milkshakes. Sylar always hated that.

Luke smirked to himself, staring up through the blurred water. Suddenly a shadow cut through the brightness. A face was staring down at him.

Luke's body jolted into an upright position, water sputtering from his mouth. “Sylar, what the fuck.. you scared the shit out of me!”

“Get up,” Sylar muttered.

The kid stared at him, wide-eyed.

Get up,” Sylar demanded, his voice growing louder.

Slowly Luke began to rise from the tub. Dripping wet, he shivered as he stood before Sylar.

Sylar removed his shirt in one swift move, before reaching down to undo his pants.

“You said you were touching yourself,” Sylar smirked as he continuing undressing. “You lied.”

Luke let out a nervous laugh. “I was just trying to get your attention..”

“You've got it now,” Sylar said quietly, eyeing Luke as he stepped into the tub.

They stood facing each other for a moment before Sylar spoke again.

“On your knees,” he commanded.


Luke was kneeling, his face mere inches from Sylar's groin.

Sylar rolled his eyes. “The other way,” he growled. “Turn around.”

Luke gave him a confused look for a split second, before understanding. He shifted on his knees, turning his body 180 degrees.

He heard Sylar kneel behind him and he watched as the water rose to accommodate the extra body. Sylar rubbed against him for a moment, before reaching a wet hand up to run his fingers along Luke's opening. Luke let out a soft moan.

Their bodies flush together, Sylar continued teasing Luke with his fingers, as his mouth moved up to lick at the back of the kid's neck. The feeling of Sylar's hot tongue caused Luke to involuntarily arch his back, pushing his ass against the man's hand.

“You want that?” Sylar muttered, his breath hot against Luke's ear. “Tell me you want it.”

Luke didn't hesitate in his reply, “Yeah, I want it, Sylar.. Fuck.. you know I always want it.”

Sylar wrapped a strong arm around Luke, pulling the kid even closer to him. His fingertips flicked across Luke's nipples, pinching gently. Luke threw his head back, panting, as he reached his hand behind him, clasping for any part of Sylar he could reach. He latched onto the man's leg, his fingertips digging in, his short nails leaving temporary dents in Sylar's skin.

Dragging his hand along Luke's abdomen, Sylar brought his fingers around to press against Luke's back, forcing the kid to lean forward. Luke's hands slid on the slippery tiles as he attempted to support himself.

“So fucking smooth,” Sylar hissed as he ran his hand down Luke's wet skin.

Using both hands to clasp the kid's ass, Sylar spread Luke's cheeks apart. The kid's breath caught in his throat as Sylar slowly thrust his hips forward, and pressed his erection against Luke's ass.

“Oh fuck..” Luke gasped and pushed back against him, encouraging him to enter. “Sylar, please.”

“Yeah, I love to hear you beg,” Sylar growled, grinding his hips against the kid before pulling back.

Feeling Sylar's body move away, Luke craned his neck, trying to see what was happening. “Come on,” he whimpered. “I'll beg, I'll beg all you want.”

Sylar laughed quietly to himself, and gave Luke a gentle slap on the ass.

“You're right,” he muttered, sliding his hand down Luke's ass and stroking his perineum. “I'll make you beg for it.”

Sylar's hand moved quickly through the water, sliding along the underside of Luke's body. He lightly gripped Luke's balls, giving them a gentle tug. The combination of warm water and Sylar's strong hand fondling him caused Luke to let out a soft moan. He arched his back, pushing himself against Sylar.

“Please..” Luke whispered.

With his free hand, Sylar reached forward to gently grab Luke by his hair. He pulled the kid back up, pressing their bodies together again. His hand still gripping Luke's hair, Sylar cranked the kid's head around for a kiss. Luke's mouth was already hanging open, the eager tongue waiting for Sylar's.

He kissed Luke slowly, his tongue easing out to explore the kid's mouth, before taking Luke's bottom lip gently between his teeth. Sylar sucked it for a moment before letting go, staring down at Luke's pink lips, the bottom one now swollen into a pout. Luke's tongue involuntarily slipped out of his mouth and ran along his swollen lip.

“Fuck.. those lips,” Sylar whispered, taking another swipe at them with his tongue.

Letting go of Luke's hair, Sylar's hand caressed Luke's cheek for a moment, before quickly moving down the kid's body. Sylar ran his fingers over Luke's nipples again, before clasping a strong hand over the kid's erection.

Luke's hips jolted at the touch. His back still arched, Luke panted against Sylar's mouth as Sylar fondled him from two angles. Pulling his hand back, Sylar ran his fingers along Luke's perineum again, before pressing against Luke's hole.

“Oh god..” Luke sighed, his breath stuttering as Sylar teased him with one hand and stroked him with the other. “Sylar, please..”

Slowly, Sylar pushed a finger inside Luke. The kid let out a slight gasp, his mouth still hanging open, his eyes pleading for more. Sylar gave his finger a twist and slowly eased it out before thrusting it back in again.

Luke reached behind him, his hand clasping at Sylar. “Your dick..” he said, grabbing for Sylar's erection. Sylar moved his hips back slightly, putting his cock just out of Luke's grasp.

“Fuck me.. please..” Luke begged, his hand still reaching out for some sort of contact.

Sylar's stroking slowed to an almost unbearable pace as he brought his other hand up to grip Luke's hip. His fingers digging into the soft skin there, Sylar pulled Luke towards himself, his cock pressing between Luke's cheeks.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard..” Sylar growled against Luke's mouth.

Luke could only respond with a breathy “yeah.”

His wet hand still traveling languidly up and down Luke's cock, Sylar thrust his hips forward, rutting against Luke. The kid was moving awkwardly, trying to thrust his dick into Sylar's hand, while simultaneously trying to push his ass back against Sylar's erection. A string of unintelligible words were pouring from Luke's mouth, with the occasional please and fuck mixed in.

Finally, in one swift movement, Sylar reached down to clasp his erection, and thrust his cock into Luke.

The kid let out a stuttered breath, his arms reaching out to grip the sides of the tub.

“Ohhh fuck..” Luke moaned as Sylar tightened his grip on the kid's hip, increasing his thrust.

Luke's neck was still craned around to look at Sylar, but the kid useless at that point, his back arched, his mouth hanging open, panting breaths escaping his mouth as Sylar rammed up into him.

His hand still clasping the kid's erection, Sylar continued stroking, occasionally running a wet thumb over the tip. Finally, he felt Luke's body begin to tense as he reached his climax. Sylar licked at Luke's lips again, before moving his mouth to the kid's ear.

“Come for me, Luke.”

As soon as the words were out of Sylar's mouth Luke was coming hard. He jolted, his cum hitting the water, before his body went lax in Sylar's grip.

Still moving in and out of Luke, Sylar slowed his pace, bringing himself to a gentle climax inside the kid's body.

As he finished, he lowered himself into the warm water, pulling Luke down with him.


( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 2nd, 2009 06:15 am (UTC)
“A bath, Luke? Sorry, I left all the oils and scented candles in my other bag.” oh yes, love it. why is sarcasm so sexy????

i love when Luke is trying to tempt Sylar into joining him in the tub- “I'm naked in here!”
“This water is really warm,” “I wish you were in here with me..”
“Too bad you're stuck out there being an ass,” “I'm touching myself in here, and you're missing it..”

“You want that?” Sylar muttered, his breath hot against Luke's ear. “Tell me you want it.”
Luke didn't hesitate in his reply, “Yeah, I want it, Sylar.. Fuck.. you know I always want it.” HELLS YES, HE ALWAYS WANTS IT! I WOULD ALWAYS WANT IT FROM HIM TOO!!!

Nov. 2nd, 2009 09:44 pm (UTC)
I knew you'd enjoy Luke in this ;)
Nov. 2nd, 2009 11:15 am (UTC)
'I'm touching myself in here and you're missing it'... damn, now that's an invitation! Nothing like a hot bath. XD *cringes at bad pun*
Nov. 2nd, 2009 09:45 pm (UTC)
Haha thanks!
Nov. 2nd, 2009 11:36 am (UTC)
Oh dear. I believe I've developed a bathtub kink. Thank you.

Oh, and snarky, whiny Luke is a win :D
Nov. 2nd, 2009 09:46 pm (UTC)
Glad I could help with that.. and thanks! :D
Nov. 2nd, 2009 02:06 pm (UTC)

Unable to form more words than this.
Nov. 2nd, 2009 09:46 pm (UTC)
LOL glad you liked it :)
Nov. 3rd, 2009 06:09 am (UTC)
*dirty grin*

lucky, lucky Luke
Nov. 6th, 2009 07:22 am (UTC)
Haha, yes :)
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