Carny Queen - RP - fortunatetattoo

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Angela’s gone. I’m covered in her blood. It’s in my hair, my eyes and my mouth. Under my nails may never come clean. I may even have some of it in my ears. It was worth it though. That’s one down, and one to go. I won’t go back on my deal with Parkman. His family gets to live, but the Bennets and the Petrellis will be decimated, including precious Peter and darling Claire.

The clothes I came here in our ruined, so I have to dig through the closets and drawers of Angela’s house. In one drawer I find the one thing I wanted the most. My watch. When it’s hooked around my wrist, the rest of my missing memories flood into place.

It takes me a good hour in the shower to get all the blood off of me. For the first time since the Hall of Mirrors, I don’t flinch when I see my reflection. I am me again. The real me, not Gabriel, not Nathan, I am Sylar at last.

I’m not ready to go hunting though not yet. First I need a few more powers. Time travel for one, I have always wanted that, and while Hiro Nakamura’s hard to find, the old man at Sullivan Bros. isn’t. Arnold is first on my Blue Plate Special, and I can’t wait to rip his skull open.

Then there’s Samuel. He thinks he owns me. Broken Gabriel fell for his shit, but I never did. I never would. Being subtle is the key; of course, the best way to take power away from Samuel is to get the Queen and the Knight on my side. Lydia likes me. I could taste it on her, and I’m sure she’s wondering where I’ve gone off to. I can take their powers without killing, but I’ll make it the Sullivan Bros. Buffet if I have to.

(Based on Twitter RP, season4heroesrp and some canon.)

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The Carnival has been quiet and frankly boring. Samuel has been posturing, more so than usual, bringing more specials in. He's so arrogant that Gabriel's disappearance hasn't really even registered as a blip on his egomaniacal radar.

Edgar has left, i sent him to take care of Amanda. It's quite impressive, the control I wield over him, barely a flick of my wrist and he's off running. I trust him to take care of my daughter. I don't want her here, she's a child and innocent. There is no place for her in my world. Maybe once upon a time, but that fairy tale is well over.

I wander through the carnival, flashing a fake smile to all those that I pass in my wake. I've just finished a rather tiresome conversation with King Samuel, our Sire wanted his ounce of flesh from me to locate his newest prey. He wasn't pleased with the results. I do not know what his plan is but I know that he is up to no good. If he wasn't so stuck on himself he would see the disgust in my eyes with every glance his way. He thinks I'm stupid. He is wrong. I've been biding my time.

Edgar is gone now leaving me alone, I must adapt, come up with a new plan. I enter my trailer, not bother to turn on the light. I'm not in the mood today. I want the flickering of the candlelight, the aroma from the wax to clear my mind. I start a pot of tea before moving to undress. My bed is calling my name.

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It takes me no time to get back to the carnival. I can always find places I've been. It's a talent. Flying is a wonderful power. As fast as Nathan could fly, I can't understand why he'd hated it. What an idiot. It's funny how many I killed who didn't want their abilities. I was doing them a favor.

I want the old man, but I need a distraction. Getting Lydia on my side first is imperative. Beside after bring Angela to her much deserved demise, I'm fucking horny as hell. I didn't take Angela's power, but revenge and blood always gets me in the mood.

I'm sitting in the shadows of Lydia's trailer when she comes in, lighting candles. My eyes follow the curve and dance of the ink trailing over her shoulders. I wait until she's about to drop her skirt before I say a word.

"The candlelight suits you, Lydia."

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I'm dignified enough not to show any shock when I hear his voice. I could feel his presence almost as soon as i entered the door. There's a charge in the air, his raw power radiating of him in waves. Goose bumps prickle my flesh. His magnetism is intoxicating, I can't deny that I'm attracted to him. I'm a lot of things in this world but I'm not a liar.

I smile at him over my shoulder, "Welcome back Gabriel." I don't bother pausing in my disrobing, there isn't any point, I'm comfortable in any state of undress. I turn to him, pausing before I remove my top. "Or should I call you Sylar?"

The orange flames of the candlelight flicker in the obsidian of his eyes. I cross the room, running my hand across his wrist. His pulse leaps at the contact. Oh yes, he is definitely not the same man that left here days ago. I can almost see the beast that is racing through his veins. I curl my fingers into his shoulders, regarding him from my position above.

"What do you want?"

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This is why I need her in my pocket. Her empathy is so strong. She says she can read a person's soul, and I can believe that. She knows exactly who I am before her fingers touch my wrist.

"Sylar." I hook a foot around behind her knees and pull her closer. "I'm Sylar. I found my marbles."

My fingers trace over the ink on her arm, from her elbow and up to below her ear. Her head tilts into my hand on reflex, and I take a fist full of her hair in my hand and pull.

"Samuel whored you to me that first night. Gabriel knew it. I know it. The question is, Lydia. Is that all you are?" I pull her face to mine, so my breath is on her lips. "Or are you the power behind his crumbling throne?"

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My fingers tighten in the flesh of his shoulders when he pulls me forward. I'll be damned if I'm going to stumble or fall in front of him. I can't deny that his touch sets my skin aflame. My breath catches when he pulls my hair, heat pooling in my center. His power calls out to me, my empathy mingling with his. It's a heady thing indeed. A lesser woman would lose herself to it. I am much stronger than that.

"I'm nobody's whore." Anger flares in my eyes. Funny how people can mistake a woman with a strong sexual drive as being a lesser being. "I fucked you because I wanted you." My lips are so close to his, my words are almost a kiss.

I drag my nail down his neck, coming close to breaking the skin. "Samuel is nothing without me."

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"Samuel is going to be nothing but a greasy smear with I'm done with him." This time I turn it into a kiss, sucking her lower lip between my teeth. I bite her gently. Can't afford to mark her up badly and still con the rest of the sheep into thinking I'm safe to be around. Hate that already.

My hands wrap around her middle, my thumbs caressing the underside of her breasts as I duck my face to nibble on each nipple until they're hard as I am.

"I'm going to take Arnold's power, Lydia. Hope you don't mind. After that, I should be able to take Samuel out in a blink of an eye." I glance up at her big brown eyes through my hair and grin. "I'll need you to cover for me, so I can get away with murdering the pathetic old man."

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My lips part and eyes close, relishing the sensations brought forth by his mouth on my breasts. He's good and he knows it, I can practically taste his smugness on my tongue. We're going to fuck, it's a foregone conclusion, I know he can feel it from me just as surely as I can from him. That fact doesn't mean I am going to make it easy for him.

"Arnold's near death as it is, you'd be doing him a favor." My fingers run through his hair, curling around the thick, dark strands before I yank and snap his head back. There's a fleeting moment of regret for Arnold but I have little time for emotional attachment. There will be casualties but I will not be one of them. God help anyone who stands in our way.

My teeth dig into his chin. I lap the tiny trickle of blood away. Staring in his eyes the entire time, I'm mesmerized by the blackness of his pupils and fire that simmers deep inside. He likes me aggressive, I will always give as good as I get. Not many men are worth my time. Sylar is.

"Edgar is off limits and any female that may be in his care." I'm not completely heartless, i will protect what is mine.

I undo the button to his pants, hand wrapping around his cock. He's so damn hard, I'm already aching for him, my panties ridiculously wet. My lips curve into a rather feline smirk. I know what he wants, my mouth hot and moist around him but he hasn't earned that yet. I jerk my hand up, my thumb swiping across the tip, gathering the moisture i find there.

"I want to bathe in Samuel's blood. Can you give me that?" I lick his taste off my thumb and then capture his mouth in a kiss. The first time we were together I had to coax the monster inside to come out of hiding, tonight the beast is here from the start.

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The flash of guilt flickers across her eyes. I wonder if Gabriel noticed how ruthless she was deep down inside. Probably not, but to be fair he wasn't really Gabriel. He was a hollowed out shell waiting for me to come home.

I hiss when she bites my chin, and it makes me rock hard. God I love pain, giving or receiving it. I don't care which, not when I'm with her. I don't love her. I'm not an idiot. I'm not capable of it, and all love's ever gotten me was bent over and fucked in the ass without dinner or lube.

"I will dance with you in his blood, Lydia." I'm growling into her mouth as we kiss. Fingers twining into her long hair, pulling until I hear her gasp, while my other hand slips between her fevered skin and her panties. Her wetness doesn't surprise me. Lydia likes power, and I'm offering it to her. "I will set you free."

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I love it when my hair is pulled, I like it just as rough as he does. Are we feeding off each other? Probably but it doesn't matter because the double shot of pleasure offered is just too damn good.

His hand is on me, testing and teasing me making my legs quake with desire. I kiss him again, harder, drawing his lip in my mouth and biting down hard. I release him, my tongue blazing a path down his neck to the exposed flesh of his chest, streaking his blood all the way down.

"Are you?" I flash him a wicked grin. I grab his shirt, ripping it open, the buttons scattering across the thin linoleum floor. I flick my tongue across his nipple and then gift it with my teeth biting down. I want to feel that flash of pain mingling with his pleasure.

Sinking to my knees before him, I tear his jeans down his ridiculously long legs. If I'm going to be almost naked, it only seems right that he is too. My fingers settle on the tops of his thighs, nails digging in just enough to stimulate his nerves.

I look up at him, my mouth hovering centimeters from him, my breath coming out in warm little puffs making his hardness twitch. He's rock solid. His power radiates from him, I want to know what it feels like when he fully releases it during sex. The thought makes me lick my lips before swiping it across him from root to tip. I just want a taste. "What is it that you want Sylar?"

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"Aren't you supposed to know that?" I try so hard to look like she isn't making me lose my fucking mind, but even I'm not that good of an actor. "Even if you didn't have your pretty ability, I'm pretty sure my body's made it obvious what I want."

"It's always a game with you. Cat and mouse, give and take, rip and tear, never easy." When she glances up at me, I lock my eyes with hers. I can almost feel it, what it is she wants from me. She wants Samuel dead. She told me that already, but now it's burning in my gut the need she has for his destruction.

I'd ask her why she hates him so much, but I've met the bastard. "I want you to show me just what you're willing to do for me in exchange for me leaving you and yours alone? It's ask what you want for Samuel's death, but that's a given. I want him dead too."

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A slow smile spreads across my face, I like not having to fully manipulate someone for once. Our agendas are not that much different. "What will I give you?" I pretend to weigh the various options in my head when there is actually only one answer. "I'll make sure all the little lambs around here trust you fully. You'd be amazed at just how persuasive I can be."

As for the other statement, my teeth pierce the sensitive flesh of his hip. "You don't want easy." My index finger gathers the blood I've drawn before he heals, smearing it across his lower lip.

I rise from my knees and playfully ruffle his too-long hair as if he was a child. "Or maybe I'm wrong." I start to walk away, my gait full of confidence while I wave a dismissive hand. "Maybe you like little girls who just take it and smile."

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"You bitch." It comes out as a growl. I can't fucking believe she's walking off on me, leaving me standing here with my pants around my ankles.

Reaching out with my power, I yank her back towards me, then into the wall face first. I don't care if it hurts. As a matter of fact when she lets out a little cry of pain, it makes me smile.

"I'm sick of your games. I'm sick of being teased." Two steps is all it takes for me to be pressed against her. My hand digging through her hair to grip the back of her skull. "I should smash your face into the wall a few times. Do you think you'd like that? Hmm? Lydia. You see, I can be very persuasive too."

My free hand comes up between her legs, and I slip my fingers inside her. "Just a little reminder that you want me to fuck you. Now why don't you ask me nicely to do that?"

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He's furious, I can practically taste his anger. For a moment I'm almost afraid, fearing that I have misjudged him, that my death warrant has been signed. Then he makes the mistake of touching me, clarity slices through the fog. I know his deep, dark secret. He still wants me, he's painfully aroused. He's getting off on this, even with his blinding fury.

I arch into him, not holding back the moan that emerges when his fingers thrust deep inside me. It is good, satisfying that ache momentarily but I can't pretend that it's enough. I've had all of him before and his hand is a poor substitute for the real thing.

My head turns, tongue swiping against the sandpapered flesh of his jawbone, wetting it before I bite down hard. I won't satisfy him verbally, letting him hear the words he wants me to say. My body is answering enough as it is, my inner muscles clenching around the fingers he has inside.

The violence of the foreplay is setting my soul on fire, I know that I feeding directly off of him, but it's never been like this before. It's addictive, I want more.

My hand reaches back, fisting his cock, stroking him, my thumb nail scraping ever so slightly on the sensitive underside. "Why don't I?" I ask, my hand moving down, cupping him fully. "Because I'm not nice."

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God I want to break her, kill her, play in her fucking blood while it's still hot. And why not? It isn't like I can't bring her back or find some other toy.

I sink my teeth into her shoulder, tearing her flesh until the blood flows free. I shift my concentration from her body, and I focus on the empathy we share. We're feeding off of each other, and it's going to make the next part so easy.

Using my telekinesis I start teasing her deep inside, beyond where my fingers could ever hope to reach. When she moans and shudders, I draw away, no powers and no touching.

"Neither am I."

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My hand falls away from him as a bolt of white hot pain shoots from my shoulder. "Fuck!" I scream, unable to hold back. I'm angry now, my nails digging into the wall leaving crescent shaped marks as a permanent reminder.

I can feel my pulse beating through my wound as the blood pumps out. I want to kill him and fuck him both, though I can't decide which would be more satisfying at the moment.

A shudder runs through me, straight down my spine as the delicious sensations that he's arousing from me dance across my nerves. My head dips forward, braced against the wall as involuntary moans escape my mouth.

Just as quickly as he started, just when I'm almost certain I'm going to come. He takes it all away. Leaving me breathless and on shaky legs.

I spin on him, anger flaring in my eyes. I'm no match for him physically, I'm not blind to that fact but that smirk on his face needs to be wiped right off. My hands plant firmly on his naked chest, twisting in the hair near his nipples and tugging hard. The hiss he let's out fills me with pride.

He's going to break me in two, I can feel it. It's the same thing I want to do to him. Instead I push him back with all the strength I have. He stumbles backwards, the backside of his legs hitting the bed.

I run my fingers along a scarf that is draped across the back of a chair. My eyes meet his, staring deeply, the desire to take that scrap of silk and use it on him is so tempting it practically hurts. Whether it's to wrap it around his throat or wrists, I can't really tell. Not that I'd have a shot, he's too powerful to get to that point.

I pull the scarf from it's spot, draping one side across my shoulder and wrapping the other loosely around my neck. I step to him, so close I can feel the rise and fall of his breath. "If you expect me to beg, you're out of luck."

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I grab the scarf, quickly looping it around my fist twice and then yank her toward me. I don't care that she stumbles. It makes me smile when her eyes grow wide as I twist it even tighter.

"You won't beg me to fuck you." Our lips are a fraction of an inch apart. I can taste her breath as she pants. "But will you beg me not to kill you?"

Using the length of silk, I lift her slender body off her knees and toss her onto the thin mattress. I let her catch a breath, before I squeeze it again and straddle her. I bring my knees together, pinning her in place with my weight.

I lap at the blood streaming from her shoulder and chuckle darkly as she digs her nails into my arms and shoulders. I laugh harder when they snap and break.

"Say please."

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Son of a bitch! it hurts when my nails crack though I can't make even a hint of a sound. I hate him at this moment, hate the power that he wields over me, hate the fact that I want him so badly just the same. He's a cocky asshole, the only man alive that I do not have under my spell. I think that's why I'm drawn to him, finally an equal, someone who's passion matches mine.

My entire body is quaking, nerves vibrating on edge. The lack of oxygen heightening all my senses. I need him so badly. I have my pride, I never beg but the aching need inside is almost too much to bear.

I try to speak but no words come out so I try to communicate with my eyes instead. He's got to feel the full force of my desire, that I am about to be driven mad because of it. He must have gotten the message because he loosens the tie ever so slightly, enough that I can catch the smallest of breaths.

Using my hand, I pull his face close to mine, so I can stare deep into the blackness of his eyes. "Fuck me Sylar." My lips trace his jawline up to his ear, whispering roughly. "Please."

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That was all I wanted to hear 'Please or yes'. I know I'm not the same man who stumbled into this trailer all those weeks ago when my mind had been raped by Parkman. Gabriel ever the second hand virgin didn't know what to do with someone like Lydia, so he let her have her way. He let her drive the action and make the rules of the game.

I am not Gabriel Gray.

I am not Nathan Petrelli.

I am Sylar, and when I want something I take it. Right now I fucking want to be inside of her making her scream my name.

Maybe when I'm done I'll kill her.

Sitting back on my heels, I grab her hips and turn her over onto her stomach. The blood from her shoulder has left a trail over the vines and leaves on her back. I intend to lick up every single drop and then add more to my own painting.

With one hand across the flat of her stomach and the other wrapped tightly in the silk scarf, I push up inside of her. She's so wet that it's like coming home, and I smile against the back of her neck as she clenches around me.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out, Lydia. Then we'll see if I let you live or not."

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YES! My brain screams the moment he pushes forcefully into me, though only the slightest of gasps comes out. My fingers reach out searching for something to hang onto once the onslaught of his thrusts begin.

This is what I wanted, even on that first night. The power, the beast, all of it unleashed in a fury. Flesh against flesh, empathy to empathy, out bodies joined as one. It's incredible, unlike anything I've ever felt before. I want him so badly, I don't want him to ever stop.

Pleasure is already rapidly building, making me moan louder each time he slams against me. It's still not close enough. If i had any sense of my mind at the moment I would laugh because it's an absurd notion considering what we're doing already. Too bad I'm already past the point of sanity.

I'm on all fours in front of him, the fingers of his one hand digging into my hip. I push back, the tie loosens from my throat, allowing air to fully fill my lungs once again. My sweat slicked back presses against the hairs on his chest. I groan at the skin to skin contact. The sensations of his passion seeping even stronger into my pores.

My head leans back, my mouth barely able to reach his jaw. I swipe my tongue across the stubble, the taste of salt and him greeting me along the way. My teeth graze the flesh there while my hands reach back and dig into his legs.

I've never been taken like this before, so thoroughly fucked on a primal level. No thinking or calculating the next method of manipulation. All that matters is this and the pleasure that he is bringing me. Oh God is there pleasure. I'm addicted to this already, the violence and power is intoxicating, heightening every sensation.

I'm drawing blood from him, I can feel it across my finger tips. He likes the pain. So do i. "Harder...."

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It's so hard to keep control. The power of our need is threatening to shut down my brain. I'm being flooded by her wants and desires, and I know she's feeling mine with every thrust.

I pull her with me as I slip back onto my heels, my hands wrapped around her slender waist while I bury my face into the crook of her neck. Each scratch of my beard on her skin makes her tighten around me, and my hand moves down between her legs to tease her from the outside too.

Stroking and pumping, our bodies covered in sweat, skin against skin. I keep expecting the ink from her tattoos to slither from her body onto mine. The colored lights coming through the windows make it look like we're both painted.

She's getting close. My teeth and tongue lave the spot where I drew blood on her while she rakes her broken nails up my thighs. I capture one hand in mine, and suck my blood off her fingers.

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I can't keep track anymore of where I end and he begins. It's just one huge ocean of pleasure and I'm being swept under the tide.

His skin is like fire, hot against mine as the friction we're creating threatens to explode. I can't hold back, my vocals increasing with every thrust. I'm begging, crying and praying to a God I don't believe in for something I can't even give a name to. I'm desperate for that release but I never want this to stop.

I'll never go back to how it was with anyone else ever again. Not after this.

My head leans back, twisting so I can share an awkward kiss. i suck his tongue inside, clashing mine against his in rhythm with every stroke of his cock. I'm whimpering, tears stinging my eyes as he fucks me in every single way possible.

His fingers are so talented, plucking at me like I'm the worlds finest violin. Rolling and teasing, the pressure building until it's too much and stars explode in front of my eyes.

"Sylar!" I scream from the very depths of my soul as my orgasm takes me over. My muscles are contracting so hard it doesn't seem like it's ever going to end. I've never felt so much pleasure, I'm quivering clear down to my toes.

My arms reach back, wrapping around the back of his neck. My teeth tear at the corner of his chin, my tongue flicking over the blood soaked stubble i find there. I've got to ride it out, my body cannot stop trembling, he's wringing out the last vestiges of my sanity with every continued thrust.

In the midst of all this insurmountable pleasure, an almost hidden tingle unfurls at my hip bone. The petals of a new blossom uncurling in ink being etched into my skin. My God, he's marked me and I have no idea how.