Carny Queen - RP - fortunatetattoo

[watchmakersylar]

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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[fortunatetattoo.livejournal.com]

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."

[sylar.livejournal.com]

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."

[fortunatetattoo.livejournal.com]

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...."

[sylar.livejournal.com]

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.

[fortunatetattoo.livejournal.com]

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.