Drinking Games
Apr. 14th, 2008 10:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flwrpwr_vampyreTitle: Drinking Games
Pairing: Sylar/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Very, very slight dub-con
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Heroes.
Summary: Sylar glared at Adam.
Notes: Sequel to Two Wrongs, beta'd by the awesomeflying_monkees . Thank you so much! Written for the ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
mission_insane prompt: People are staring
Pairing: Sylar/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Very, very slight dub-con
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Heroes.
Summary: Sylar glared at Adam.
Notes: Sequel to Two Wrongs, beta'd by the awesome
flying_monkees . Thank you so much! Written for the mission_insane prompt: People are staringSylar glared at Adam, trying to ignore the fact that the bar they were in was tilting at an odd angle. The man had suggested they go out drinking and when Sylar had declined he'd been called a coward. And now he proving he wasn't in the most ridiculous way possible.
He downed another shot, trying hard not to wince. He was getting better at it, considering that he'd almost choked on the first shot he'd done. He wasn't about to admit that it had been the first taste of hard liquor he'd ever had.
"Good lord man, you look unwell," Adam smirked at Sylar. "How're you feeling?"
Adam was enjoying this. He'd kept his word on not leaving Sylar alone and now they were everything but a couple. They were even living together, thanks to a moaned out invitation during sex.
Sex was actually the reason they were here. As satisfying as the sex was it had gotten a bit monotonous. So Adam was going to fix it with a way that was tried and true. He knew it would work; he'd been using it for centuries.
"I'm fine," Sylar snarled, trying not to slur his words, something that had happened already and Adam's amusement had been humiliating. Standing, he steadied himself on the table. "I'm going to the men's room. I'll be right back."
He made his way to the restroom, only weaving a little. After he was done, he washed his hands. Scrubbed them actually, as the room was disgusting. He was making his way back to the table when he was yanked into a dimly lit corner.
Adam had been waiting for this moment all night. Sylar made a motion like he was trying to use his telekinesis and Adam felt only a small push. Victory! He smiled triumphantly at Sylar's stunned expression before pushing him into the wall and working Sylar's pants down, reaching into his pocket for the small tube of KY.
Sylar tried again but the room did the tilting sideways thing for a second time and so he figured he'd try to get Adam off him the old fashioned way. He attempted to twist so he could push the other man away and realized he couldn't move. Right when he was about to panic a finger slid smoothly into him and crooked into his prostate.
"Oh god..."
The sound that came out of Sylar's mouth and his boneless melt into the wall almost made Adam skip even this minimal prep. As it was, he only managed another finger and some scissoring before the moans that Sylar was making brought the foreplay to an abrupt halt.
He quickly unzipped and pushed his jeans down mid leg, slicking himself up hurriedly. Positioning himself, he entered Sylar with only the slightest amount of resistance. The quietly whimpered ow only heightened the sensation and he paused, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm himself.
"People are staring."
Adam jerked his head around, only to be surprised at the complete lack of people around. There was literally no-one to see. Then he realized that Sylar had his eyes squeezed shut. He bit his lip to keep from laughing.
"Shush love, no-one is even here, see for yourself."
Sylar did look, flushing when he saw how empty the place was. Then Adam pulled most of the way out and gently thrust back in, stroking along his prostate. All thoughts and protests died and he moaned quietly. Adam's hand wrapped around his hard length and stroked in time to the slow pace. Sylar couldn't stop making embarrassing little noises no matter how hard he tried.
Soon he was pushing back against the other man, whimpering for him to go faster. Adam's laugh was infuriating and he grabbed the other man's hip and forced him to stop moving as he jerked himself back on Adam's hardness, relishing the sharp pleasure-filled cry that Adam made. He repeated the motion again and again, the alcohol numbing the bit of shame coiling in his stomach.
Adam tried biting back the curses spilling out of his mouth but gave up, realizing it was a lost cause. The feeling of Sylar working himself back and forth was intense, as it always was when he got to enjoy being pleasured. The movements were rough, thanks to the drink and Sylar's inexperience but he would be tortured rather then discourage the taller man.
He finally removed Sylar's hand and took over again, setting up a faster pace that satisfied the both of them and took up the same punishing rhythm stroking Sylar. Reaching around with his other hand he cupped Sylar's balls, rolling them around in his palm.
The added sensation sent Sylar over the edge, choking on a moan as pleasure crashed through him. He was vaguely aware of Adam still pounding into him, groaning out curses.
Sylar's hand snaked back again and Adam knocked it aside without waiting to see what he'd intended to do with it. Continuing to slam into him Adam let his hands roam over Sylar, up his shirt to tweak his nipples, through the patch of hair on his chest, over the head of his now sensitive cock. Aftershocks quaked through Sylar and over Adam, who came with an expletive, gripping Sylar's hips tightly.
They stayed there for a minute, resting and catching their breath. Adam eventually pulled out with a self-satisfied smirk, Sylar straightening shakily and grimacing at the mess that was partly on the wall and partly on his shirt.
“Leave it,” Adam said breezily, when he reached for a napkin to clean up. The immortal tossed enough money on the table to cover the bill and a tip and steadied Sylar, moving them towards the exit.
“Now let’s head home love and maybe I'll be able to talk you into some other fun activities.”
He downed another shot, trying hard not to wince. He was getting better at it, considering that he'd almost choked on the first shot he'd done. He wasn't about to admit that it had been the first taste of hard liquor he'd ever had.
"Good lord man, you look unwell," Adam smirked at Sylar. "How're you feeling?"
Adam was enjoying this. He'd kept his word on not leaving Sylar alone and now they were everything but a couple. They were even living together, thanks to a moaned out invitation during sex.
Sex was actually the reason they were here. As satisfying as the sex was it had gotten a bit monotonous. So Adam was going to fix it with a way that was tried and true. He knew it would work; he'd been using it for centuries.
"I'm fine," Sylar snarled, trying not to slur his words, something that had happened already and Adam's amusement had been humiliating. Standing, he steadied himself on the table. "I'm going to the men's room. I'll be right back."
He made his way to the restroom, only weaving a little. After he was done, he washed his hands. Scrubbed them actually, as the room was disgusting. He was making his way back to the table when he was yanked into a dimly lit corner.
Adam had been waiting for this moment all night. Sylar made a motion like he was trying to use his telekinesis and Adam felt only a small push. Victory! He smiled triumphantly at Sylar's stunned expression before pushing him into the wall and working Sylar's pants down, reaching into his pocket for the small tube of KY.
Sylar tried again but the room did the tilting sideways thing for a second time and so he figured he'd try to get Adam off him the old fashioned way. He attempted to twist so he could push the other man away and realized he couldn't move. Right when he was about to panic a finger slid smoothly into him and crooked into his prostate.
"Oh god..."
The sound that came out of Sylar's mouth and his boneless melt into the wall almost made Adam skip even this minimal prep. As it was, he only managed another finger and some scissoring before the moans that Sylar was making brought the foreplay to an abrupt halt.
He quickly unzipped and pushed his jeans down mid leg, slicking himself up hurriedly. Positioning himself, he entered Sylar with only the slightest amount of resistance. The quietly whimpered ow only heightened the sensation and he paused, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm himself.
"People are staring."
Adam jerked his head around, only to be surprised at the complete lack of people around. There was literally no-one to see. Then he realized that Sylar had his eyes squeezed shut. He bit his lip to keep from laughing.
"Shush love, no-one is even here, see for yourself."
Sylar did look, flushing when he saw how empty the place was. Then Adam pulled most of the way out and gently thrust back in, stroking along his prostate. All thoughts and protests died and he moaned quietly. Adam's hand wrapped around his hard length and stroked in time to the slow pace. Sylar couldn't stop making embarrassing little noises no matter how hard he tried.
Soon he was pushing back against the other man, whimpering for him to go faster. Adam's laugh was infuriating and he grabbed the other man's hip and forced him to stop moving as he jerked himself back on Adam's hardness, relishing the sharp pleasure-filled cry that Adam made. He repeated the motion again and again, the alcohol numbing the bit of shame coiling in his stomach.
Adam tried biting back the curses spilling out of his mouth but gave up, realizing it was a lost cause. The feeling of Sylar working himself back and forth was intense, as it always was when he got to enjoy being pleasured. The movements were rough, thanks to the drink and Sylar's inexperience but he would be tortured rather then discourage the taller man.
He finally removed Sylar's hand and took over again, setting up a faster pace that satisfied the both of them and took up the same punishing rhythm stroking Sylar. Reaching around with his other hand he cupped Sylar's balls, rolling them around in his palm.
The added sensation sent Sylar over the edge, choking on a moan as pleasure crashed through him. He was vaguely aware of Adam still pounding into him, groaning out curses.
Sylar's hand snaked back again and Adam knocked it aside without waiting to see what he'd intended to do with it. Continuing to slam into him Adam let his hands roam over Sylar, up his shirt to tweak his nipples, through the patch of hair on his chest, over the head of his now sensitive cock. Aftershocks quaked through Sylar and over Adam, who came with an expletive, gripping Sylar's hips tightly.
They stayed there for a minute, resting and catching their breath. Adam eventually pulled out with a self-satisfied smirk, Sylar straightening shakily and grimacing at the mess that was partly on the wall and partly on his shirt.
“Leave it,” Adam said breezily, when he reached for a napkin to clean up. The immortal tossed enough money on the table to cover the bill and a tip and steadied Sylar, moving them towards the exit.
“Now let’s head home love and maybe I'll be able to talk you into some other fun activities.”
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Date: 2008-04-15 03:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-04-15 02:22 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it and thank you!
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Date: 2008-04-15 02:21 pm (UTC)*giggles* I love your icon!
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Date: 2008-04-15 02:28 pm (UTC)And obviously Peter gives his seal of approval to this story too and says he'd like to be the filling in that sammich ;)
I love your icon too because it's true!
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Date: 2008-04-15 02:38 pm (UTC)Lol, it's so true, when Sylar is onscreen I take every opportunity to stare.
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Date: 2008-04-15 02:44 pm (UTC)Oh, I know what you mean!
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Date: 2008-04-15 02:41 pm (UTC)Thanks, I'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2008-04-16 03:06 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it and thank you!
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Date: 2008-04-16 04:37 am (UTC)Great job hun, keep it up!
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Date: 2008-04-16 03:05 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked the fic!