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YET ANOTHER HEROES ANONYMOUS KINK MEME

In celebration of my return to bad-tv-boyfriend Heroes, I present to you all:

Yet Another Heroes Anonymous Kink Meme

RULES OF ENGAGEMENT:

1) ALL characters MUST be 16 or older and sentient (ie, no beastiality unless someone's a werewolf) to play.

2) NO "seconding" prompts! It's annoying to the prompter and the readers, and I will delete any "seconds." If you like a prompt, write it or find someone who will.

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That's all! Very simple! Here's how it works:

a) You (anonymously!) post a prompt (or three, or ten...) including a kink, a character, a pairing, a timeframe or all of the above or some of the above.

b) Someone else sees your prompt, likes it, and writes it for you (anonymously!)

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All kinks are welcome! Your kink is okay, my kink is okay, that weirdo over there's kink is okay! Kinks can range from the vanilla (ie "Peter/Mohinder, footrub and cuddling") to the extreme (ie "Luke/Sylar, noncon, violent, blood")

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PLEASE PIMP THIS FAR AND WIDE, ESPECIALLY IN 'SHIP COMMUNITIES!

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ETA: On SATURDAY, MARCH 21 the masterlist of all the fics will go live. At that time, authors are welcomed and encouraged to claim credit for their works (but if you don't want to, you absolutely DO NOT have to)! speccygeekgrrl will be hosting the masterlist, but I will link to it from here and in a separate post in my journal! Thanks for plyaing, everyone, and feel free to carry on if you wish, especially until Saturday evening!

ETA2: The masterlists are live!

speccygeekgrrl was awesome (and insane) enough to volunteer to put together the masterlists.

Actually, three of them, since there are SO MANY FICS.

List One
List Two
List Three

Authors: If you want to, please go own up to your porn fics!

Readers: Go see what you may have missed! Comment abundantly!

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(Anonymous)
Mar. 7th, 2009 06:20 pm (UTC)
Luke/Sylar, shady motel, unvoiced apologies, sensory deprivation
(Anonymous)
Mar. 11th, 2009 05:59 am (UTC)
Luke/Sylar, shady motel, unvoiced apologies, sensory deprivation
I figured it was a shame that the first prompt shouldn't be answered (especially since it was such a good one) so here you go:



A nondescript young man is watching television in the reception and he startles when he glances up and sees the state of them. Sylar growls until he looks away, mumbling a welcome as he gives them their key card. The killer folds his hand around it and yanks it away from him so he can go back to gripping the boy in his arms.

Luke shuffles along without complaint until they get to the room – and its single king size bed. Then he digs his heels in and stares at Sylar with his mouth hanging open. He’s at his most pretty when he’s in a state of shock – at least as far as Sylar has discovered by now. There are still some of Luke’s expressions he hasn’t seen yet. He can imagine a few that has the same eyes filled to the brim with emotion and the same softly opened mouth.

“Sylar? What’s going on?” he croaks, voice hoarse with spent tears.

“Do you trust me?” Sylar asks casually as he sits down and takes his shoes off without bothering to turn on any of the lights.

“What? Hell no!” but he’s shifting nervously and Sylar closes his eyes at the soft tingling that runs through him.

“Not at all?” he leans forward to catch the boy in his arms again and draw him closer.

“N-no…”

“No?” he’s pulled him in between his legs and put his hands at his relatively small waist. He looks up, measuring him. “Not even a little? I like it when you tell me the truth, Luke.”

“I don’t care what you like!” A tingle again, causing him to shiver. “I don’t really…”

And then there are soft hands in his hair, carding through and loosening gelled down strands, and he’s pulling Luke down onto the hideously colored bedspread. Looming over him he takes a moment to really look at Luke like he hasn’t done since they first met. There’s a peculiarly sullen beauty to him if you look closely, like an artist painted him with a very limited palette. From his reddish brown locks to his reddish brown eyes, his softly freckled pink skin and pink lips, everything fits together. But they’ve never undressed in each other’s company before, and Sylar enjoys the guilty pleasure of wanting to know if the rest of Luke’s body is the same. Luke is looking up at him with wide open eyes.

“You didn’t leave,” Sylar states. “I told you to go home.”

Luke wrenches himself away, rolling to the other side of the bed. “I couldn’t! I don’t have a home, not anymore! Not after this –“ he indicates the two of them. “You’re a dick. They never would’ve found me if it weren’t for you. I was good at keeping it a secret, no one would’ve ever found out.”

“Well, until the day you fried someone. I know you, Luke, you need to kill.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Don’t lie to me, Luke,” Sylar rolls Luke underneath himself again and places a kiss at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t lie.”

“I just don’t understand…” Luke moans, lifting his head to chase after his lips. “I don’t know how to make you stay.”
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(Anonymous)
Mar. 7th, 2009 06:31 pm (UTC)
Yay for kink memes!
Peter/Gabriel, twin!verse, role reversal

Nathan/Peter, genderswap, Senator Petrelli gets caught with an unknown brunette

Nathan/Peter, mirrors and restrains

Noah/Nathan/Peter, taking care of terrorists

Matt/Peter, mind sex
(Anonymous)
Mar. 8th, 2009 11:58 pm (UTC)
Nathan/Peter, genderswap pt1
He hadn’t meant for this to happen. It had been such a normal day up to this point. Paperwork, a speech, some charity thing as a publicity stunt, a photo op, a newspaper interview about a local scandal…

Then his brother had turned into his sister. Peter had always had a way of springing the unexpected on Nathan, but becoming a girl was that special brand of weird that had only arrived in their lives since they’d discovered their powers.

Nathan had leant against the wall coolly, arms folded, listening to Peter tell the tale of the man (possibly woman) with the sex-change ability. They’d wound up in the same room together before Peter had thought to ask Mohinder what the person’s power was, now his brother also possessed the stability of an indecisive hermaphrodite. But, Peter being Peter, he couldn’t turn it off. He was stuck as a girl. He’d just been ‘lucky’ enough that his female clothes size was the same as the other person’s female clothes size, because his new hips and breasts, petite as they were, had made his own clothes very uncomfortable.

It should have been hilarious. His little brother now a little sister! Or maybe annoying, since Nathan would have to make up all the stories to hide it until Peter could get it under control. The sane reaction (if there could be one in this context) would have been to laugh or shout.

Nathan had bent Peter over the desk and hitched up her his miniskirt.

Peter had yelped with surprise then turned around and shoved him backwards, hard. She he had been panting, and it had made her his cute little bosom heave under the skinny t-shirt. “Nathan, what the fuck?” Even the voice had been off, girlish and uncertain. “You do this to every woman you meet or something? I’m still your brother, you stupid ass.”

“No you’re not,” Nathan had said, his voice lower than he’d planned. “Brothers are boys and you,” he’d trailed a hand over one perky breast, “are not a boy anymore.”

“Then I…” Peter’s voice had been shaky as Nathan rubbed a thumb over a hardening nipple. Someone wasn’t wearing a bra… “I’m your sister. That’s still fucked up.”

“If I’d grown up with a sister as pretty as you, I’d have ended up fucked up,” Nathan had replied honestly. Because Peter was quite easily the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. Not overly busty or curvy, but enough to be enticing. Those big brown eyes fit perfectly in a female face, and though his hair had grown in the change, the longer fringe still flopped adorably over one eye. And those pouty lips, fuck…

“Nathan,” Peter’s voice had been little more than a whisper. “Stop it. I can’t…this feels all…it feels different…”
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(Anonymous)
Mar. 7th, 2009 06:32 pm (UTC)
Peter/Sylar or Peter/Nathan, handcuffs, nipple action and the words "I Love You"
(Anonymous)
Mar. 10th, 2009 07:58 pm (UTC)
I hope this is okay, I haven't written for a while.

Sylar struggles briefly against the handcuffs; for show rather than out of any real need. He could break them in a second; stop this in a heartbeat; but he won't. Instead he lets his head fall back, offers his bare throat because he knows how much Peter likes that. Peter likes to see him this way: wrists pinned above his head, submissive, on offer.

Sometimes it's important to let Peter have what he likes. It keeps him guessing, uncertain of the killer's motives.

A slender hand slides across his chest, ruffling his chest hair, before a cool thumb rubs across his left nipple. Sylar croons soft encouragements, arching his back slightly as a hot, wet tongue laps at his throat. Peter works down, kissing his shoulder, his collar bone, sliding further to lick over his right nipple before pulling back to breathe cold air over it. The skin across his chest tightens as the tiny nub of flesh puckers and rises. A nip of teeth sends a shiver through him, straight to his groin.

“Say it, please, I need to hear it,” Peter whispers.

“I love you.”

It's the right response. Peter nips him again, playfully, causing another one of those delicious shivers. Another nip makes him arch his back and Peter climbs on top of him, pressing hard and erect against his thigh. Moaning, Sylar bucks against his belly, reacting to the pinch of fingers on his left nipple, the delicate shock of electricity shooting through him. Another lick makes him cry out again, writhing at Peter's deft touch.

Yes, sometimes it's very important for to Peter have what he likes.
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(Anonymous)
Mar. 7th, 2009 06:35 pm (UTC)
Matt/Mohinder/Peter, peter getting matt/mo to reconcile :3
(Anonymous)
Mar. 9th, 2009 02:52 pm (UTC)
Peter gets Matt and Mohinder to reconcile [1/2]
(Just re-writing part of “Cold Wars.” Go with it!)

“Don’t kill each other,” Peter said, before letting the door shut behind him. Matt and Mohinder expected him to go complete his errand to Bennet’s storage facility, but Peter wasn’t going to leave before he was certain he wouldn’t come back to a bloodbath. He waited, and sure enough, less than five minutes later, there was an unholy racket from inside the room.

Barging back inside, the place was a wreck, mirrors smashed, counter off the wall, sink cracked, and Mohinder pinning Matt to the floor, both of them screaming at each other. Peter did the only obvious thing that he could to help; grab the medical kit and give Bennet another injection to knock him out, because the last thing they needed was him getting free while Peter tried to sort out his friends. The screaming fight would last at least that long.

Bennet quickly slumped into unconsciousness, and Peter threw himself into the fray. Mohinder pulled back, sorrow and shame plain on his face, while Matt looked betrayed and frustrated to the point of violence.

“Stop it, both of you!” Peter yelled, putting out his hands to push between them. Both stumbled to their feet, and Peter kept himself in the middle, arms outstretched to keep them away from each other. “What the hell is going on? We didn’t come here for this.”

“He knew!” Matt thundered, his voice cracking. “Bennet told Mohinder what was going on weeks before this all started.”

“I didn’t believe him!” Mohinder protested, his voice strained. “I wasn’t talking to anyone, and I didn’t believe anything Bennet told me was true!”

“Are you two insane?” Peter asked, turning his head to look at one, than the other. Mohinder was deliberately not pushing the issue, but Matt looked about five seconds from trying to punch him in the face. He couldn’t let them start fighting again; someone would start pounding on their door to shut them up, and Peter didn’t think they could explain a tied-up, drugged man in a chair so easily.

Matt wasn’t ready to listen to reason, and lunged for Mohinder again. Peter tried to stop him, one hand on Matt’s chest, the other on Mohinder’s, thinking of nothing but trying to keep them from hurting each other. Those two had been close friends, even lovers before Matt had encountered Peter’s future self, before Mohinder had discovered what he thought was his life’s goal and all its subsequent problems, before Daphne…

As Peter’s hand contacted both of their flesh, all three of them charged with a heavy weight of emotions, Peter’s power attempted to compensate, trying to draw both powers at once and not quite succeeding. The incomplete mix sparked through both Matt and Mohinder, Peter’s misfiring power making him a bridge, as waves of telepathy and strength surged through all three of them.

Mohinder’s mouth dropped open, his lips forming the name, “Daphne,” as everything she meant to Matt hit him. Peter understood it at the same time Matt saw it from an outsider’s perspective, how Mohinder, absent and increasingly drawn into his own personal hell, had left Matt alone. How Daphne’s love had been drawn from the future to fill that void, and how Matt had given all he had to her, because there was no one else to give it to.

I left him alone, Mohinder thought, and with that came a crushing weight of self-loathing.

Another spark, another wave, and Matt shuddered. “Mohinder, why did you do that to yourself?” Now Peter, and through him, Mohinder could see everything through Matt’s eyes. How Mohinder, desperate to prove himself to be worth something, had found the one thing he was certain could justify everything he’d done in his life. How everything had gone so wrong, and every step he took just made things worse. And stopping himself would be to admit failure. How Matt had been looking for his father, and just hadn’t been there to talk sense into his head…

I left him alone, Matt’s thought echoed through all three, a stark feeling of panic and failure flooding him.
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(Anonymous)
Mar. 7th, 2009 06:37 pm (UTC)
Adam/Hiro, bring me to life
(Anonymous)
Mar. 9th, 2009 07:54 pm (UTC)
The world rushed back and it was pained dark eyes behind glasses. It was shaking hands clutching a familiar samurai sword with agonised determination. It was tear-tracks down adorably chubby cheeks. It was lukewarm stickiness on his thighs.

Adam sighed out his fresh gasp and reached a hand up to stroke down Hiro's cheek. "Why so sad, love?" He was never so tender as in these moments, thrilled from death and enamoured anew with life.

Hiro looked away. "I do not like doing this. Not even to you."

Adam chuckled. "It's not as though you cause permanent damage. Besides, I'm enjoying myself." He shifted and the tip of the samurai sword twisted inside his chest. Hiro had nearly drawn the weapon all the way out now. When Adam groaned masochistically at the blossoming pain, Hiro completely removed the metal.

Adam cried out in frustration. "Hiro, come on! Do this and..." a wicked idea dawned. "Do this and I'll let you fuck me."

Hiro actually moved away, rolling over and dropping his legs over the side of the bed. Adam sighed and tried another tactic. "Hiro, please. It makes me feel alive."

Hiro lifted the sword and came back to bed.
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(Anonymous)
Mar. 7th, 2009 06:38 pm (UTC)
Sylar/Peter or Nathan/Peter: choking
(Anonymous)
Mar. 9th, 2009 08:22 pm (UTC)
Such lovely, unblemished skin. All for him.

Except...it wasn't, was it?

Nathan drove deeper into his brother's willing body. Too willing. Needy...desperate...wanton...whore...

"Who have you been with since me?" he growled, only to slam a hand over Peter's mouth when the Empath gasped to reply. "Don't tell me," he snarled, as his knuckles scratched along sharp teeth.

"Bu-" Peter protested, muffled by Nathan's fingers. The politician quickly moved his hand to his brother's neck, fucking him roughly all the while.

"I said I...don't...want you to tell me," he snapped, squeezing Peter's throat. "I don't need to know what a whore my brother is."

Peter's face reddened, not from shame, but from lack of air. Nathan found himself perversely proud of the effect, but he was tiring of holding himself up enough to strangle his baby brother. So he leant down and rested his forearm over Peter's windpipe as he continued to slide in and out of Peter's ass.

Tears welled up in his brother's eyes as he struggled for the breath he was denied. Even as he came, he couldn't gasp in air. Nathan didn't let him, just watched the futile battle. So beautiful, his brother. No wonder the world wanted him (and got him, the little slut). Just as Peter's eyes were rollng back in his head, Nathan's orgasm erupted from him, driving him impossibly recklessly deep into Peter's body.

Then he let him go. Peter's first breaths were like screams, air dragged into his lungs then shoved away for the sake of fresher oxygen. The younger Petrelli rolled off of the bed and clutched at the blankets to hold himself up on his knees while he panted and cried. Then he turned a betrayed gaze on Nathan.

"No-one," he choked out through a hoarse, battered throat. "No-one but you."
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(Anonymous)
Mar. 7th, 2009 06:40 pm (UTC)
Adam/Monica, restraints
(Anonymous)
Mar. 10th, 2009 12:29 pm (UTC)
Adam/Monica, restraints [1/3]
This came out sort of angsty and a bit dark and a little fragmented, but I hope this works on some level!

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“Well, this is certainly a welcome surprise.”

Monica didn’t look at the man strapped to her bed as he came to, only kept sorting through the files he’d been carrying with him. Looking at him would mean she’d have to acknowledge what she’d done, and this was quite weird enough without having it shoved in her face.

“Of course, now is usually the time when someone starts slapping a riding crop into their palm and tells me what a bad boy I’ve been,” he added conversationally. “I have been very bad.”

Monica bit her lip as she turned away. She’d captured the man after she’d caught him trying to sneak into Mohinder’s hotel room, subduing him with a stranglehold she’d learned from a military training video she’d absorbed some weeks ago. How to tie a man up effectively however… she’d learned just an hour ago. Unfortunately, the most readily accessible videos on restraints were also erotic, adult entertainment videos for amateur and professional bondage and domination experts. Monica hadn’t had time to be picky.

She didn’t know if it was a side effect of their origin, but she’d been flushed and her ears had been buzzing since she’d tightened the ropes around the intruder. He was undeniably handsome, compact, blond-haired, blue-eyed, with an English accent that under other circumstances she would have found very cute. She just wasn’t sure she could let him go free.

The files in his briefcase had been enigmatic, mostly financial records of some kind of medical institution, blueprints of a few buildings, a scattered list of names, and a half-dozen ID tags, all bearing the name of Adam Monroe. All together they added up to some kind of mischief, but Monica wasn’t sure what kind. She’d put a call in to Mohinder, but if he was deep in lab work it could take hours before he checked his messages.

She was deep enough in thought that she nearly missed Adam slipping the restraint on his right wrist… almost. Monica turned without thought, taking two steps closer snare his hand, automatically forcing it back hard enough for the bones to hum. Sickened, she realized he’d dislocated his thumb to get out of the ropes. But even as she watched, the thumb popped back into place of its own volition.

“You have a power,” she said, astonished.

Adam raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Well, it seems that I do, darling. What about yourself? Any powers other than tying me up with a great deal of artistry?”

The “darling” seemed to trigger a reaction, and she quickly unraveled the right-hand rope with her free hand, wrapping it around his wrist, crossing up over his palm, and then looping it around his neck before tying it back to the bedpost. Struggling now would cut off his air…

Monica blinked, as if coming awake after a daydream. Half the time she didn’t know what she was doing before she did it, and it frightened her when her powers seemed to run away from her.

“Don’t call me that,” she whispered. Adam only smiled and leaned back calmly on the bed.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever met an expert that’s so afraid to test her own work.”

An electric shiver seemed to shoot through Monica’s body, and without any kind of conscious decision she was straddling Adam. One hand laid lightly on the rope around his neck, ready to tighten at an instant, the other lightly touching Adam’s chest.

“I’ve learned fifteen ways to kill someone over the past few weeks, and three new ways since this morning, so don’t test me,” she said forcefully. Some part of her was horrified as she said that; she hadn’t meant for that to slip, but the newly-dominant part of her knew that Adam wouldn’t respect anything but strength.

Monica wasn’t sure who had the sicker reaction, Adam, whose eyes lit up like a Christmas tree at her words, or her, who was slick and wet from saying them. God, she was never going to download unscreened material again!
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Mar. 7th, 2009 06:40 pm (UTC)
Peter/Sylar, diner food, motel rooms and rough sex

Peter/Sylar, kidnapping, dub-con and/or non-con

Peter/Gabriel(pre-show)college lovers, first time lovemaking and/or naughty touching between the stacks at the library

Claire/Elle, first time lovemaking

Senator Nathan/High Class Whore!Peter, white silk scarves, mirrors

Peter/Danko kidnapping, non-con

Peter/Linderman, rough sex and healing
(Anonymous)
Mar. 8th, 2009 04:24 pm (UTC)
Senator Nathan/Whore!Peter, white silk scarves, mirrors
The Mayflower Hotel on Connecticut between L and M is an obliging sort of place. It's where Laura went when George had stopped touching her; it's where that governor went to entertain his very special company. It's where Senator Petrelli now sits, back against the pillows and shirt open, waiting to see what the agency will bring him.

He's lovely. Small and slight, delicate but with powerful eyes. "Come in," Nathan says. "What's your name?"

"I'm Peter," the boy says. "Can I call you Nathan?" Nathan nods. "I've been watching you for a really long time, Nathan. Wanting you. You're so hot. There's so much I want to do to you."

He gives a little guilty grin that makes Nathan want to just pull him down on top of him. Damn, but this one is good. The agency's outdone itself. "Why don't you show me what you mean?" he drawls.

Again, the tiny, quirky wicked grin. Nathan adjusts himself under his pants, and Peter starts. "Oh no, don't, let me," he murmurs, and quick as a cat he's on the bed, on hands and knees, gently shifting Nathan's erection beneath the fabric. The touch is hot, and Nathan bites his lip.

Peter pulls a long swath of white silk from beneath his collar. "You want to know what I'd like to do to you?" he says.

Nathan nnghs. "Yes, tell me."

"I want to tie you up with this scarf," Peter hisses in his ear, His tongue darts over Nathan's neck. "I want to get you tied up and put you in front of that big mirror-- " he gestures at the bathroom door-- "and feel you all over, and suck your cock, and you can watch it in the mirror, watch me swallowing you down, licking all over your cock and sucking so hard there's no air left between my lips. Just you, so big you fill me. Watching yourself going half out of your mind, until you can't stand it anymore."

"Fuck," gasps Nathan, breathing raggedly. "Do it, do it." God, this one's good. He's so hard it hurts.

Cool silk around his wrists and Peter's leading him to the floor. The mirror reflects him like a captive, someone utterly powerless. He's a power-hungry man, so to see himself stripped of all control is a huge turn-on. Thank God Peter's quick about getting him out of his pants. Looking at himself naked except for the jacket and open shirt, his cock jutting up proudly, makes him ache even more. A cock that hard needs to be sucked, needs relief now. And Peter is just letting him sit there and stare.

Peter's on his stomach now crawling between his legs, drawing teeth and lips up them. The inside of Nathan's thighs tingle, and he jumps when Peter's mouth presses hard into them. When Peter sucks one ball into his mouth, Nathan moans and curses.

Peter laughs low in his throat. He turns toward the mirror, and the Peter in the mirror catches the real Nathan's eye and blows him a kiss. Then he lowers his lips to the tip of Nathan's cock and takes a sudden five laps around the head. Nathan rockets into overdrive, gasping as Peter swllows him down. He can see the short-cropped dark hair moving up and down as a unit as Peter strokes him with lips and tongue in a vigorous rhythm. He wants to pull Peter's hair, demand he go faster, but he's stuck with the scarf around his wrist and incapable of doing what he wants. Which in itself is exactly what he wants.

He starts to make noise. Low, incoherent noise. Frantic, strenuous noise through almost reverent silence. The only other sound is the smacking of Peter's lips around him, the pops of flesh and the little excalations that follow. His own moans turn him on. He can't stop watching that sex-addled slut in the mirror, tied up and begging for more more more. Straight-laced Senator Petrelli would be ashamed of him, but the Nathan in the mirror is in his own little world of pleasure. It's beyond hot to watch.

Peter tickles his balls and caresses the tightness of his perineum, and Nathan breaks, loses it as he comes hard into Peter's mouth. "Fuck, fuck fuck," he declares. "JesusPeterGodYes oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck." Peter swallows and smiles and wipes his mouth with the back of one hands, then licks his lips. "You taste amazing," he says.

"Oh, Jesus," says Nathan, still trying to get his breath back. "You tell the agency I want to book you again. Please."

Peter cocks his head. "What agency?"
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Mar. 7th, 2009 06:43 pm (UTC)
Elle/Monica, masochism
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Mar. 10th, 2009 10:03 pm (UTC)
Elle/Monica, masochism
It had started out as a dare. Come on then, blondie. Hurt me. Just because the crazy bitch had stripped her naked and tied her up, didn't mean Monica was going to show fear.

Ever since her cousin told her she was a hero, Monica had started to test herself. Pushed herself to the limits of endurance. Risked life and limb. The pain had been a side-effect, but she'd ignored it. At least, she thought she had.

Now this psychopath was helping her relearn its significance.

"Oooh, did that sting?"

Electricity shot through her left breast, making Monica sink her teeth into her lip. She might not have screamed, but her reaction was written plain across her face.

Elle giggled. "Made ya flinch."

Monica tried to shrug, though the restraints and pain made it awkward. "So?"

Elle pouted and squeezed Monica's other breast, her palm rubbing teasingly against the young woman's nipple before unleashing another wave of electricity.

Distracted by the initial pleasure, Monica had been unprepared for the pain. Her mouth opened in a wide 'O' as she screamed out, the current sweeping through her body like thousands of needles.

Elle giggled again, giddy with the high of sadism. Then she frowned abruptly. Shifted her leg, her knee just beneath her miniskirt rubbing between Monica's thighs. Pale soft skin brushed up against a dark secret. Elle looked down and her mad blue eyes lit up like Christmas had come early.

"You came!" She clapped her hands, squealing happily, then surprised Monica with a tight hug before sitting back.

Lightning crackled between her fingertips once more. "Now I know you like it, we can turn things up a notch..."
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Adam/Mohinder, sexual discovery

Bennet/Mohinder, playing hard to get

Mohinder/Sylar, spanking

Maya/Alejandro, Alejandro - shy striptease
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Mar. 10th, 2009 10:49 pm (UTC)
Bennet/Mohinder, playing hard to get
"So...uh..." Bennet tried to look nonchalant as he hung around just inside the doors of Mohinder's laboratory. "You're working." He groaned inwardly.

Mohinder spared him a brief bemused glance. "Yes...I normally work when I get to work. I assume that's why they call it work."

Noah sighed when the geneticist looked back at his computer screen. He was so much better at shooting shit. But Sandra refused to let him back into bed with her until he'd gotten 'that nice Indian man who tried to shoot him' out of his system.

"You want to get some lunch?"

Mohinder spun round in his chair with a frown on his face, as though that question had been completely out of character. Oh, it had. "I'm afraid I brought sandwiches."

"Right. Of course you did." Bennet nodded to himself. "Not much point in lunch then." He picked up the occasional beaker from a particularly scientific-looking experiment table as he meandered around the lab.

"You know..." Mohinder's voice almost made Noah drop the glass biurette he was holding.

"Yeah?"

"There's no reason you can't get lunch. My bringing sandwiches doesn't exactly solve your hunger."

"Um...no," Bennet agreed. "I suppose not." He turned to leave, only pausing in the doorway to say goodbye and end this embarrassing escapade. But Mohinder was sucking on the end of a pen, actually curling his tongue around the biro. Noah groaned at the thought of that tongue elsewhere. The sound drew Mohinder's attention.

The Indian man looked him over appraisingly, though Bennet was aware that could have just been wishful thinking on his part. "I could use a coffee," Mohinder murmured thoughtfully.

"Great," Noah enthused. "Well grab your coat."

Mohinder raised an eyebrow. "I was rather hoping you'd bring me the coffee."

"Oh." Bennet tried to recover from the disappointment by putting on his gruff business voice. "I'll see if I have time to nip to the coffee house on the way back."

"Bennet? I'd really appreciate it," Mohinder said, voice practically a purr.

The Company man drew in a sharp breath. "You're welcome. I mean...uh...I'll just...get your coffee." He rushed off on a lover's quest.

Mohinder rolled his eyes with a sigh and got back to work.

He'd probably have slept with Bennet by now, but the man was so useful and eager to please at arm's length.
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Mar. 7th, 2009 06:45 pm (UTC)
Sylar/Luke, hooker!Luke, bruises and bites
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Mar. 8th, 2009 01:25 am (UTC)
Sylar tried not to look at the pimp as he was rambling about the relative merits of his charges. The guy was such a salesman, trying to punt his costlier boys first, bragging about their tightness, their cleanness. Sylar looked at the boys gathered behind him, all of them looking too relaxed to care. In the periphery of his vision he saw a blonde kid darting to a car as it slowed. He was bent to the window, bargaining with the occupant until he came across as that little bit too eager and the car pulled off, leaving him with his head hung. He put a hand on his stomach as if it was rumbling and Sylar was sold. “What about him?” he nodded to the kid as the pimp flinched at being interrupted.

“Him? He ain’t one of mine, and word to the wise buddy, he’s used up. Not pretty enough so he lets his johns give him the rough stuff. You don’t want him, he’s a wreck.17 and all used up, I swear. Now my boy Ricky….” He trailed off as Sylar walked purposefully towards the boy. “Your fucking funeral buddy.” He said as he eyeballed the car who just pulled up in a Lexus.

Sylar approached the boy and saw a little of what the pimp had meant, His face looked at once boyish and sweet and tired and jaded, like a hologram that changed as you tipped it. “How much?” He said abruptly, taking in the look of surprise on the kid’s face.

“$100 for the night”

“You don’t even know what I want yet.”

The boy smiled as if Sylar had just said something incredibly dumb. “I’ll do anything for a hundred. As many times as you like, whatever you want, anything.” When Sylar didn’t jump at the chance his voice softened. “Come on, that’s a good deal, really. It’s the cheapest you’ll get.” The pleading look on his face made Sylar harden and he nodded.

“Come on then, car’s over here.” He walked off and smirked at the little jog that the boy broke into, like a child chasing a dropped dollar bill on a windy day.

“My name’s Luke.” He said, knowing that the john didn’t give a shit.



Luke shivered at the warmth of the motel room and looked at the wool blanket on the bed hungrily. He looked up at Sylar and raised his eyebrows. “So what do you want me to do?”

Sylar looked him up and down and kicked off his shoes, crossing to sit on the bed. “Take you clothes off. No showboating, just take them off like you would if I wasn’t here.” He stretched out his legs, crossing them at the ankles and letting his head rest on the mounted headboard.

Luke nodded and bent down to untie his sneakers, kicking them off and checking on Sylar’s reactions. The man was watching him coldly, making him feel uncomfortable. He pulled off his tshirt, hoping that the guy wouldn’t change his mind when he saw the bruises. The last guy had beaten him pretty badly, he thought he may have had a cracked rib but there was nothing to be done about it. As he pulled the shirt over his head he saw that Sylar’s mouth hung open a little and he was breathing heavier. Sure enough the guy was hard too. So this was how it was going to be.

He unbuttoned his jeans and was finally able to breathe out, he’d been sucking in the puppy fat that still ran around his waist and would have been hidden in his usual cargo pants. He’d started to wear these dumb skinny jeans like the other boys but they hurt him where they clung to the bruises on his hips and round his groin. He pushed them down and lifted a leg at a time to get them off, taking off his socks while he was bent over and worrying about the red welt on his ankle. When he stood back up Sylar was on all fours on the bed, looking at his damaged body like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Sylar sat on the edge of the bed and smacked Luke’s hands away from the waistband of his boxers. “I’ll do it.” He growled, slipping his fingers under the elastic and smiling as he let it snap back against the blackened skin on Luke’s hip bones and he winced. He pulled the boxers down and moaned as he saw the marks. Luke’s thighs and knees, red, purple and black. “What’s that?” he said softly, putting the tip of his finger on a round, red mark on the crease of Luke’s groin.

“Cigarette burn.” Luke said blankly. “Do you wanna hurt me?”

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Peter/Nathan, Peter being manipulative to get what he wants.
(Anonymous)
Mar. 11th, 2009 01:35 am (UTC)
Peter/Nathan, Peter being manipulative, pt1
Some Adam/Peter implications snuck in there too I'm afraid.


“I can’t stay Peter,” Nathan said. “I just came by to check you were alright.” The older brother hadn’t even removed his coat since entering Peter’s apartment. “I’ve got a lot of work to do.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Peter said with a slight sniffle, as though trying to compose himself. “I figured you wouldn’t stick around.” He reached out for the half-full bottle of cheap wine on the table. Okay, so maybe he’d spilt some of it before Nathan arrived, but he’d had enough to be somewhat drunk by the time his big brother arrived. It wasn’t all an act to incite sympathetic love-making. Honestly.

As Peter raised the bottle to his lips and took an eye-watering swig of red wine, Nathan snatched it away, spilling some on Peter’s face, his shirtless chest and the sofa. Then he slammed the bottle down on the table. “Damn it Pete, I don’t care if you regenerate, I’m not leaving you to poison yourself.”

“So stay,” Peter said with a shrug, trying to look petulant. Maybe if he annoyed Nathan enough the man would stick around to punish him.

Nathan sighed heavily and rubbed a hand over his eyes. He looked tired and Peter spared a moment to feel guilty about messing him around like this. But then, it wasn’t as though he didn’t have good reason. Thoughts of his recent, bad, traumatic break-up whirled in his mind and maybe he was more drunk than he thought because remembering the way Adam had left him brought Peter to tears. He exaggerated them though, knowing that the show of weakness would work wonders on Nathan. Alpha males were so predictable.

Sure enough, the elder Petrelli’s coat was thrown over the arm of the sofa and Nathan sat down to put an arm around his shoulder. “Sssh, hey Pete, come on. Don’t do this to yourself. He wasn’t worth it anyway.”

“I loved him,” Peter whimpered out between sobs, wondering belatedly if that was taking it too far. Just to make sure he hadn’t said the magic ‘make Nathan leave’ words, he threw his arms around his brother’s neck and straddled him, as though wanting the comfort of being in Nathan’s arms, on his lap. He pressed his face to Nathan’s neck and made sure his tears and panted breaths fell against the man’s skin. Nathan had hesitated when Peter first climbed onto him, but now the older Petrelli wrapped his arms around Peter and rubbed his back in soothing circles.

“Peter, please. The man was an absolute bastard to you.” Nathan had no idea how transparent his hatred for Adam was. The motives behind it were obvious to anyone. Jealousy – Peter’s favourite word where his brother was concerned. “You’re better off without him.”

“But I…” he sniffed back tears and let himself fall apart again, shaking in Nathan’s arms for a little longer before getting his composed act together. “He made me feel special,” he whispered, trying not to smirk as Nathan’s hand clenched around his hip. “Made me feel wanted,” his lips had ‘accidentally’ grazed Nathan’s neck on that last word. “Made me feel…sexy.”
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Mar. 7th, 2009 06:46 pm (UTC)
Nathan/Peter, mile high club...
linaerys
Mar. 7th, 2009 08:07 pm (UTC)
Well, I failed to make this fit in a comment, so I also fail at anonymity, but here you are: Mile High Club.
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Mar. 7th, 2009 06:48 pm (UTC)
Noah, someone's got a daddy kink, spanking and cuddling
(Anonymous)
Mar. 11th, 2009 04:27 pm (UTC)
When you say someone, do you mean him or any other character? Would Peter be an acceptable partner?
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Mar. 7th, 2009 06:49 pm (UTC)
Jesse!Peter/Elle, deja vu
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Mar. 13th, 2009 06:47 pm (UTC)
She couldn't tell how long it took for her to regain consciousness, but it felt like eternity. Her vision was blurry, her head was pounding, but a gentle voice soothed her.

"Elle? Elle, are you okay?" There was a tone of compassion that felt instantly familiar, although the voice itself was not. She turned her head and looked towards the voice's origin - a man, a Level 5 prisoner she recognized as Jesse Murphy. Still, something was amiss; she had the strangest feeling of deja vu.

"Jesse?" she murmured, confused. "What are you doing here?"

"Sylar tried to kill you," he began to explain. "You overloaded the power grid and let us all escape. And I'm not Jesse, not really."

"I don't understand..." Elle said quietly, dropping her train of thought as her hand wandered to her forehead and found blood.

"It's me, Elle - it's me, Peter," Jesse insisted.

"But that doesn't make any sense." Elle struggled to sit up, shifting her weight on her unsteady arms as she crossed her legs on the cold cement floor of the Primatech prison. "You're Jesse. Jesse Murphy."

He hung his head in frustration. "No, I'm Peter - Peter Petrelli. Remember, Elle? Remember how I was here for so long, and you teased me with your electricity?"

Elle's hand was wrapped around his wrist to help steady herself, and she zapped him weakly. "Like that?" she said, her smile lopsided and pained.

"Yeah, just like that."

"And then what happened?" she asked, dizzy.

"And then I kissed you." He came in close, his lips delicately meeting hers. "Like this."

"Not like that," Elle corrected, and she snaked her arms behind his neck and pushed her lips to his much harder, and automatically he opened his mouth and let her tongue inside.

"Remember me?" he said to her, his voice a low whisper. "Remember me now?"

"But if you're really Peter," Elle paused, letting her fingertips sizzle on the surface of his skin, "then you ran away from me. You escaped."

He hesitated; he opened his mouth to speak but his words half-uttered hung in the air like moths.

"You were using me."

He hung his head and blushed fiercely with embarrassment, with shame. "I had to, Elle."

"So did it mean nothing to you?"

"Did what mean nothing?"

"The kiss," Elle said, leaning in close once again, her voice a smooth and tempting hiss.

Peter felt his cock jump - no, not his cock, Jesse's. Apparently he had a sensitive trigger. Elle realized it right away, seeing the bulge rise in the crotch of Jesse's prison uniform, and she pulled herself forward onto his lap. The sensation of fabric sliding against him made his erection even harder.

"Does this mean nothing to you?" Elle asked, sliding her cold hand down the front of his pants, cupping his balls in her palm. He couldn't even speak to reply; he simply groaned and tilted his head to the side.

"Show me what you mean to me," Elle commanded, pulling her shirt off over her head, revealing a black push-up bra. Peter put his hands - Jesse's hands - over her breasts appreciatively. They kissed more, letting their lips wander over each other's necks and shoulders, and Peter undid Elle's pants and pulled them down around her thighs.

Her head still hurt terribly, and he took great care in lying her down on the floor. She spread her legs as far as her pants would allow as he climbed on top of her, slowly easing his cock into her warm, wet core. It felt so good, so good to him, and then suddenly it hurt like a bitch.

"Got you," Elle snarled, the electricity still surging on the slickness between them. The sensation was at once pleasureable and painful, and Peter groaned and sighed and shuddered. "That's what you get for making me look like a fool."

He grabbed her hair in his fists and persevered in his efforts, thrusting valiantly into her again and again. "And this is what you get," he said, "for forgetting me."

"I didn't forget," she whispered, unable to hold back her own enjoyment any longer. She cried out as she came, throwing her throbbing head against the concrete floor, her calls echoing off the bare walls of Level 5. "I didn't forget," she said again. "It was deja vu."
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Peter and Sylar compete for who can please Mohinder more

Elle/HRG: sex in the surveillance van after Elle runs away from Gabriel (consensual or non-con, doesn't matter)
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Mar. 8th, 2009 12:40 am (UTC)
Bennet watched eagerly, hungrily, transfixed by the image on the screen. Gabriel Gray had panicked and fled the scene, only to return later to pull apart his victim's brain with compulsive but delicate curiosity.

Elle was turned away - she couldn't stomach it. She was still greatly shaken by the way her evening had unfolded. The whole assignment left a bitter taste in her mouth. Her crush on Gabriel became repulsion, quickly but painfully.

Bennet turned away from the surveillance for a moment. Elle's agitation brought out his fatherly instinct, and he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Toughen up," he said. "This is what assignments are like."

Elle shuddered and sighed. When she looked at Bennet, her eyes glistened with near-tears, and he pulled her into an embrace. His arms encircled her, contained her completely, and without meaning to his hands slid down to her waist. She leaned back a little, and suddenly reached up and kissed him quickly, fiercely.

Bennet was stunned, a feeling he rarely experienced. "What are you doing?"

Elle's face fell. "I don't know." They locked gazes for a moment, and suddenly Bennet's grasp on her waist tightened as she pressed her lips to his again. His hands wandered underneath her blouse while hers began undoing the belt and the fastening of his slacks. Her fingers played along the elastic band of his underwear while his struggled with the clasp of her bra.

Bennet took Elle by the shoulders and gently laid her down on the floor of the van. Amidst the empty Slush-O cups and assorted surveillance equipment, Bennet cupped Elle's breasts under her shirt and caressed her hair with paternal affection. His glasses slid down his nose as he gazed downwards, and she reached up and took them off his face, gently setting them aside, out of harm's way.

As Bennet licked and sucked at Elle's ears and neck, she undid the button and zipper of her jeans, wriggling until she managed to pull them halfway down her thighs. Bennet rested his weight against her, his cock growing harder as it was pressed between the warmth of their bare skin. Elle's breath hastened as he guided the smooth head of his dick against her clit, just for a moment, before sliding it into the slit between her legs. Elle arched her back, allowing Bennet to reach his arm around her. His hand found the outward curve of her buttocks, and he squeezed it appreciatively.

Bennet thrust into her once, twice, three times, as Elle desperately sucked on his neck, her hands wandering across his shirted back, searching out the muscles underneath. She pressed her lips against his one more time, catching his tongue between her teeth, when Bennet pulled her waist closer to his and came. Elle shuddered and sighed again, only this time it was not because she was sad or scared.

As Bennet staggered to his feet and straightened his clothing, Elle looked over his shoulder and watched Gabriel and his victim, just for a moment, before she narrowed her eyes and steeled her heart. She was greatly shaken by the way her evening unfolded, and now she was a wholly different person because of it.
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18YO-Molly/Sylar

Nathan/Claire/HRG - HRG is harsh and Nathan is comforting
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Mar. 12th, 2009 04:46 am (UTC)
18 Y/O-Molly/Sylar [pt 1]
[this is my first fic for one of these meme things, hope you enjoy it]

"Do you know how long I've waited for this?" The furious yet cold female voice came from the behind Sylar, and he couldn't lift his head. They had caught him after how many years on the run? One foolish mistake and the next thing he knew he was taken in.

Caged like an animal.

Drugged like a lunatic.

He rolled his eyes open slowly, but it did little good. The world was blurred around the edges, and while her presence in the room was lingering at the edge of his conciseness, he could do nothing to her. "Who -- Who are you? What are... Are you doing here?" His voice didn't sound like his own; his dark tones had withered and the words were drawn out.

"I was just a little girl," Molly tried to keep her voice even, but it was an obvious struggle that she was losing. "I was just a little girl when you killed my parents." Pushing away from the door, her boots clicked slowly -- almost too casually for someone so angry. "I used to call you the boogey man." She let out a nearly pathetic laugh at that and placed her hands on the end of the table that Sylar was strapped to.

There was fairly little recognition that came from Sylar; the drugs were too strong, and this woman and whatever pain he may have caused her in the past meant nothing to him. A man without freedom had very little cares in the world. "What ... Do ... You ... Want?"

Deceptively delicate fingers curled against the side of his head as Molly gently petted him. How long had she waited for this exact moment? And now that it was here, it was nearly anti-clamatic. Leaning down, Molly's long chestnut waves fanned out over Sylar's face. "My name," she paused briefly, "is Molly Walker. You killed my mother. You killed my father. You ruined my childhood." Her fingers clutched in his hair, twisting his head painfully to the side.

The pain certainly registered, even though the drugs, and Sylar marveled at the white-hot rush that shot through his skull. It was the first real thing he had felt since being captured.

He would have thanked Molly Walker, had he been able to.

"I want you to die," she finally answered his question quite simply. Letting go of his hair, she pulled back and slowly made her way down the table. "At first, I planned it out. I would wait until the most opportune moment, and I would simply shoot you. You are, after all, a waste of space on our planet. After contemplating it for a few years, I decided I would much rather torture you slowly. I'll going to hurt you, and even then I know that you won't feel anywhere near the depth of despair, of utter loneliness that I've felt my entire life."

Sylar's hand suddenly moved, grabbing Molly's wrist and she paused. "Th -- Thank...Thank you..." He breathed the words out slowly, and did his best to tilt his eyes to look at her.

"Why would you thank me for killing you?"
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Mar. 7th, 2009 06:54 pm (UTC)
I love you for this!!!
Luke/Sylar

- Luke worshipping Sylar's cock

- leaving bruises all over Luke

- Sylar teaching Luke to suck cock

- abusive relationship. Sylar beats the shit out of Luke and then fucks him raw. Luke keeps coming back for more

- sex in the backseat of the car
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Mar. 7th, 2009 09:36 pm (UTC)
Abusive relationship - Luke comes back for more
His neck hurt. The motel’s crummy mattresses had done nothing for his posture. It was sore, he was tired, and the last thing he needed was Luke in the seat next to him, pointing out everything he found interesting, from some fat woman walking her dog, to an old shack in the middle of nowhere covered in scorch marks.

They stopped for gas at some station, manned only by an old guy with a slight limp who was blind in one eye. As he filled up the car, Luke amused himself by seeing how far he could push it, how far he could make his microwaves go before igniting the petrol. He heard him giggling as he waved his hand, energy pulsing from it. It turned into a high-pitched, girly whine as the old guy felt the heat and looked around, confused. A faint burn mark appeared on the back of his pants, as Luke’s giggles turned into a fit of laughter.

Finally he snapped, and with a twist of his fingers, Luke was thrown up against the window of the car.

“Don’t test me, Luke,” he said menacingly. “You’ve been trying my patience for far too long.”

“I…just…want some fun.”

He let him down, and they sat in silence for a few moments. He stepped out to pay the man, while Luke remained, staring at him from inside the car. As he looked back at him, he caught the smallest smirk on his face. Suddenly the old guy jumped up and turned around quickly as another scorch mark appeared on his backside. He ran back into his shack, while Sylar marched over to the car, anger rising in his stomach, tk-d open the door and flung Luke out onto the floor.

“What did I just tell you! No fooling around.”

Luke smiled. This served to make his anger rise even more, and he kicked him in the stomach, hard. Luke started to choke, but he was smiling as he gasped for breath.

“Again.” He panted.

“What?”

“Do that to me again. Kick me again.”

He complied, aiming another swift kick to the guts before rolling Luke over. Luke was still smiling, and attempted to get up, attempted to reach out to him, so he used his strength to throw him backwards, hitting a wooden picket fence and smashing it. As he went over to him, he found him lying on the ground, laughing.

“Oh god. That felt good, Sylar. You’re so…strong.” He looked down, and could just see the outline of Luke’s very obvious erection in his trousers. He was actually getting turned on by this, by his abuse. This shouldn’t be happening; he should be afraid of him, begging him for mercy instead of becoming aroused. Well, he would show him what pain was.

He started to him again, raining blows down onto his body as Luke laughed and begged him for more. Finally he stopped, panting with the exertion, and stared at Luke’s prone form on the floor. As he stared at him, his eyes scanning his body, seeing the blood trickle from down the side of Luke’ss head, seeing his heavy boot print on his t-shirt, he could feel himself getting impossibly hard too, hard at the fact that all through it, Luke was still smiling. His cock was still hard, straining against his fly. It was something Sylar found hard to comprehend. He held complete power over this individual—the power of life and death. He was his to do what he wanted with, but, for once in his life, this was someone who wasn’t afraid of him, wasn’t scared of him in the least. He liked the abuse; he liked being ordered around, kicked, thrown, insulted…He liked all of it, and he wanted more. This thought alone turned Sylar on more than he ever thought possible.

He bit his lip, not wanting to show Luke that he was turned on by this either, and tried to adjust his pants so they wouldn’t show the tell-tale bulge at the front. It was no use. Luke had already noticed. Hands were on his crotch now, eagerly feeling his erection as Luke got to his feet. With one flick of his wrist, Luke’s arm was snapped around the back of his neck—not hard enough to break, but hard enough to hurt.

“Is that good?”

“Uh huh.”

He pulled Luke’s arm back further. “How about now?”

“Yeah. Oh…stop playing around with me, Sylar. You know what I want. I know you want it too. Fuck me. Abuse me. Do whatever you want to me. I want you to use me.”

“You want me to treat you like a whore, Luke?”

“Yeah. Do it.”
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Mar. 7th, 2009 06:55 pm (UTC)
Mohinder/Sylar, "there's no point in me doing this if you aren't going to use your powers"
(Anonymous)
Mar. 7th, 2009 06:57 pm (UTC)
Peter/Sylar, Sylar steals the puppet masters ability and makes Peter do all kinds of kinky positions, non-con
(Anonymous)
Mar. 7th, 2009 07:00 pm (UTC)
Ando/Daphne, return to the German movie theatre
(Anonymous)
Mar. 7th, 2009 07:26 pm (UTC)
"Oh..." Her moan sounds like a scream into his ear, but in reality is masked completely by the movie. Ando's hand caresses Daphne's cheek as her eyes close. She's such a vision of paleness and blonde hair. He's always thought Kimeko was beautiful, but Daphne takes his breath away. She arches her back which brings them closer. Her arms wrap around his neck as their mouths meet. His fingers are caressing her below the skirt that she only ever wears when they meet. The armrest between the seats prevent a lot of closeness but over time they've learned to adapt. "Ando..." She whispers against his neck and he kisses the top of her head.

"Daphne..." He whispers as her fingers slip through his zipper and inside his boxers. He closes his eyes and used his one arm to draw her closer as his fingers work on her faster, pumping. He's rewarded with a few moans and keens as her warm hand surrounds his cock. "You are so beautiful..." He tells her this every time they meet, most often more than once, but she knows he means it.

The movie sound gets really low and he quickly glances at the screen to see a very intense sex scene playing out. The couple is miles above in the air in a flying machine and they're taking their clothes off slowly. He's mesmerized at the symbolic nature of this. His actions pause and it catches Daphne's attention. She squeezes his cock as she kisses his temple then pauses and watches the scene as well. The female in the film still has her knee high black leather boots on as she's pinned between the ships seat and the man. Unknowingly Daphne and Ando's movements match the couple's onscreen.

Their eyes close as they feel each other's hands, moving to a rhythm that steadily increases with the love scene music. "Oh... Ando..." Daphne moans into his ear as he pushes very deep within her.

"Daphne..." Ando whispers before capturing her mouth. They break apart a second later and both gasp together as on screen a jet of fire shoots out of the aircraft. Ando meets Daphne's eyes and whispers, "I do love you..." Once again Daphne's eyes drop from his. He knows she loves him too, but as long as Matt is still in her life she won't admit anything. She kisses him deeply, trying to convey everything she won't be able to tell him... This time.
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Meredith/Tracy, hot and cold

Meredith/Nathan/Tracy, limousine
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Mar. 13th, 2009 06:53 am (UTC)
Meredith, Nathan, Tracy in a limo, Part 1
Warning: Silliness, canon-bending, semi-crack, and drunken behavior!

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His mother had always warned Nathan to never play with fire.

She'd also told him to never put his mouth on anything freezing in the wintertime.

And despite those that might have called Nathan Petrelli a mama's boy, tonight Nathan was ignoring both of those very reasonable pieces of wisdom.

Because when you were being driven around New York in a limousine in the company of two beautiful, strong-minded blondes, both with abilities, and all three of you had been perhaps hitting the champagne a little too hard… wise adages were the last thing on your mind.

Particularly when Nathan had promised them an evening of entertainment, partially in Meredith’s honor for helping rescue him and Tracy from Mohinder’s lab, partially to renew his acquaintance with Meredith, and partially to have Tracy and Meredith meet in a less stressful way than during a rescue. If someone had suggested to him that he had ulterior motives for wanting two of his former lovers in the same enclosed space with him and a fair amount of alcohol, Nathan wouldn’t have admitted anything. Out loud at least.

“This ice is melting,” Meredith said in complaint, pulling the bottle of champagne from its ice bath.

“I got it,” Tracy said with a laugh, and reached over to the bucket. The metal turned matte with the chill, and Meredith looked in and pouted.

“Now it’s frozen solid.”

“Well, I suppose we’ll just have to finish off the champagne,” Nathan said reasonably, and held out his glass for his fourth refill. Or was it the fifth? Or maybe more, he couldn’t recall.

“Excellent idea,” Tracy said, holding out her glass as well. Between two high-powered socialites and a Southern girl accustomed to holding her own, the champagne didn’t last long. Before an hour had passed, they’d broken into the store of hard liquor in the small bar. Supposedly they were supposed to be going to some kind of restaurant, but Nathan’s driver knew what he liked. And any interruption wouldn’t be welcomed right now, not even a gourmet meal.

“This… was a great idea,” Meredith said, holding up a small glass of whiskey.

“Of course it was,” Nathan said, feeling very pleased with himself. Meredith’s warmth was pressed into his right side, her feet curled up on the seat under her, while Tracy lounged more elegantly on his left, glass held loosely in her fingers, legs crossed, displaying her elegant feet in silver spike heels. For some reason Meredith had chosen to wear a dress in a fiery golden shade of red, while Tracy was in a glittering pale blue; a deliberate choice, Nathan was certain.

“He’s so vain,” Tracy said, leaning slightly over Nathan to talk directly to Meredith. “I suggested this.”

“You did?” Nathan asked, bemused. Tracy pushed Nathan’s glass back towards him, and Nathan took another long sip of scotch as she qualified.

“I suggested it last night, and of course he takes all the credit. Nathan’s going places, big places, and I wanted to meet someone who knew him back before all this started.”

Tracy, Nathan considered, sounded a lot less drunk than he thought she was.

“Meet the field where he plowed his wild oat? Oh, I’m so flattered,” Meredith said acerbically.

“Just wanted to see if his tastes have changed. I have no idea why he has such a weakness for blondes,” Tracy said with an oddly sharp smile. Meredith grinned back at her.

“Let’s see,” Meredith suggested. Tracy’s brow arched, and Nathan’s breath hitched when they leaned over and began to kiss in front of him.
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Mar. 7th, 2009 07:03 pm (UTC)
Mohinder/Luke/Sylar - blowing Luke's mind

Mohinder and Luke fooling around while Sylar watches and touches himself

Sylar and Luke watching porn together in a motel room
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Mar. 8th, 2009 12:04 am (UTC)
Luke is a Tesla coil, a bomb in a dead-end alleyway, an always-predictable variant. Not so much a singularity as he is just an anomaly, just like every other teen in every other state all across America. So when Sylar kicks open the motel door and dumps a mostly conscious, mostly senseless Mohinder onto the bed, he expects simmering annoyance, jealousy, smartass comments that will give him an outlet for his anger over Mohinder's helplessness.

He doesn't expect Luke's wide-eyed stare, his softly indrawn breath, the way his hands shake when Mohinder turns his head and blearily focuses, murmurs "Sylar" like it's an Ave and a curse at the same time.

He doesn't expect that at all.

"Make sure he stays put," he grunts, and Luke is too fascinated by raven curls, smooth skin and dark stubble to make any sort of vocal acknowledgment, but he nods and that's good enough for Sylar to feel safe in taking a shower. Blood congeals, you know.

The water pressure in this place is fucking awful, but it's enough to wash away blood (none of it his), and sweat (his and Mohinder's), and tears (only Mohinder's). But there's nothing in the world strong enough to wash away how badly the doctor affects him, and his cock is an idiot thing, plump and heavy against his thigh as he ducks his head beneath the spray and imagines Mohinder blowing him with love in his eyes and fear dripping from every pore.
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hiro/ando, unrequited love or lust.
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Mar. 7th, 2009 10:09 pm (UTC)
unrequited
Hiro knew that he wanted to kiss Ando since he was sixteen and Ando had told Hiro everything that he wanted to find in a girl. Except for the part about breasts, Hiro knew he could be all of those things, and surely Ando would overlook the lack of breasts when he knew how much Hiro truly loved him.

Twelve years later, Hiro still wanted to kiss Ando, still hadn't done it, was pretty sure he would never get the chance to do it, now. Not when he caught Ando with the Nemesis, teleporting into Ando's apartment to invite him out for a movie and freezing time in shock when all he saw was bare skin.

Daphne was pretty enough, but she didn't belong under Ando, all pale skin and hair contrasting with Ando's golden skin, dark hair, sleek muscle. Hiro couldn't look away, though. Now that he knew he could never have the kind of love from Ando that he wanted, now that he had to settle for the plateau of friendship they'd reached, he figured he was owed one good look at what he'd miss out on forever.

Such trim hips, such a perfect bottom, even with Daphne's nails digging into it. Hiro touched the small of Ando's back, fingertips trailing up to the nape of his neck. "Ando-kun," he murmured sadly, "why not me?" Bare hips pressed together, Daphne skinny and small, almost looking like she'd be crushed under Ando, except she only looked like she was enjoying it.

It was wrong for Hiro to see this, wrong for him to touch, wrong in every way. Still, before he teleported away and let time resume its flow, he bent to press his lips to Ando's forehead. "I still love you, stupid," he said.

"Ando," Daphne moaned, her head tossed back, "oh, god." And though Ando didn't stop, he shivered from the phantom feeling of fingers on his back, lips on his skin.
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Nathan/Peter/Sylar - jealousy and possessiveness, Nathan and Sylar fight over Peter
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Mar. 8th, 2009 03:22 pm (UTC)
Nathan/Peter/Sylar - jealousy and possessiveness part 1
He's spread out between them on the bed. They're both touching him, barely. Nathan's thumb is rubbing slowly around a nipple, making Peter groan softly. Sylar's fingers are brushing Peter's lovely hair away from his eyes. And Nathan is furious with himself for making a sexual gesture when he should have been the one with tenderness. He was Peter's brother damn it, no matter what their mind-fucker parents had said about Sylar.

When the killer leant down to brush a kiss over the forehead that he had exposed, the forehead that he would be cutting into under any other circumstances, Nathan growled. It was under his breath, but Sylar had super-hearing and the man smirked up at Nathan before changing his direction and kissing Peter's neck instead. Peter let out a deep sigh and leant his head slightly towards Nathan, giving Sylar better access to his sensitive skin. Nathan bit his tongue to stop the word 'slut' falling from his mouth. The last thing he wanted to do was make Sylar seem like the good guy. Not that Peter seemed to discriminate, judging from the moaning and writhing as the serial killer sucked and licked his way down Peter's gorgeous pale throat, down to the collarbone, where he bit down hard, making Peter arch up and cry out.

Nathan shoved Sylar back, receiving a dangerous look in return. But he refused to cower. "You're done," he said confidently, before climbing over Peter's body. His brother was completely naked, something which when compared to Nathan's mostly clothed state, sent a thrill of power through him.

"I want you both," Peter murmured, already hard and panting. "I want you both to use me."

"We don't share well, Pete," Nathan said, leaning down to press his nose against his brother's in a familiar, tender gesture which was betrayed by the hungry darkness he knew he had in his eyes. It was reversed in Peter. He had a different type of want, just as consuming. He wanted the world to have what they wanted. He wanted to give everyone what they needed, even if it meant spreading himself over two separate altars of worship like this.

"We could," Sylar said quietly. Nathan glanced over at him, but the killer's eyes were firmly fixed on Peter's face. "There's enough beauty in him to go round."

And Nathan did not like the killer's newfound ability to sweet-talk. Nobody chatted up his brother and got away with it. Except starting a fight over it would make him the shithead and Peter would never let him forget it. So Nathan swallowed down the 'MINE' that threatened to blurt out and spoke more carefully. "You have a game-plan?"

Sylar nodded. Of course, he knew how things worked. Even this, apparently. "I can take the top, you take the bottom."

Peter shuddered under Nathan's weight. "Oh God yes, both of you having me. Yes." His enthusiasm was like they had already started and Nathan marvelled at Peter's wantonness. So beautiful, his little brother. So easy. But it was okay, because Nathan would be the one to take him. Not Sylar, who was watching calmly as Nathan kissed his way down Peter's body to take him in his mouth.
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