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flwrpwr_vampyrePairing/Characters: Sylar/Luke
Rating: R - masturbation
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Heroes.
Summary: Luke slid down to the floor in the shower, huddling in on himself.
Notes: Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flying_monkees and thepansythug for beta'ing this for me. Written for a prompt on the YAHAKM and since it turned out darker then they wanted it's getting posted normally. Also written for the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mission_insane prompt Thinking Of You
Luke slid down to the floor in the shower, huddling in on himself under a spray so hot it was almost scalding. This was pathetic. He was pathetic. He honestly couldn't see how his life had improved. He knew how to put on an uncaring face, to act as if all he cared about was fulfilling some stupid childhood fantasy but he didn't think he was fooling anyone.
He wondered when Sylar was going to kill him. How badly it would hurt. He slid a hand down, wrapping it around himself slowly, biting his lip as he hardened. He didn't think Sylar would use it much; it wasn't a very useful power unless you really wanted to kill someone painfully.
He sped up, choking back a sound that was half a moan, half a sob. The water was quickly losing its temperature as his skin prickled into goosebumps and he just couldn't stop. He wanted to, he knew he should. Instead he pictured Sylar boiling someone alive with his power and his hand tightened, his hips jerking up into his closed fist.
It would be worth it, being killed, just to have something about himself that someone wanted. That someone like Sylar would want and he came, gasping, biting down on his other hand. The water quickly washed his hand clean and he tucked his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as cold water rained down on him.
He was so fucked.
Rating: R - masturbation
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Heroes.
Summary: Luke slid down to the floor in the shower, huddling in on himself.
Notes: Many thanks to
flying_monkees and thepansythug for beta'ing this for me. Written for a prompt on the YAHAKM and since it turned out darker then they wanted it's getting posted normally. Also written for the mission_insane prompt Thinking Of YouLuke slid down to the floor in the shower, huddling in on himself under a spray so hot it was almost scalding. This was pathetic. He was pathetic. He honestly couldn't see how his life had improved. He knew how to put on an uncaring face, to act as if all he cared about was fulfilling some stupid childhood fantasy but he didn't think he was fooling anyone.
He wondered when Sylar was going to kill him. How badly it would hurt. He slid a hand down, wrapping it around himself slowly, biting his lip as he hardened. He didn't think Sylar would use it much; it wasn't a very useful power unless you really wanted to kill someone painfully.
He sped up, choking back a sound that was half a moan, half a sob. The water was quickly losing its temperature as his skin prickled into goosebumps and he just couldn't stop. He wanted to, he knew he should. Instead he pictured Sylar boiling someone alive with his power and his hand tightened, his hips jerking up into his closed fist.
It would be worth it, being killed, just to have something about himself that someone wanted. That someone like Sylar would want and he came, gasping, biting down on his other hand. The water quickly washed his hand clean and he tucked his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as cold water rained down on him.
He was so fucked.