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]

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."

[sylar.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[sylar.livejournal.com]

"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."

[sylar.livejournal.com]

"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."

[sylar.livejournal.com]

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."