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Characters: Sylar/OC
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17 this would be the NC 17 part.
Word Count: 1370
Part: 6/?
Prompt: The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it... Dorian Gray for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Notes: Not work safe - Incest warning - if you're offended, don't read it.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Sylar was taking a shower when the euphoria of what we’d done wore off. Sitting on the puke colored bedspread of our motel room, I curled my legs up and started crying into my knees. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d cried so hard. My eyes were burning and snot was running down my face. I’d disappointed him. I’d let him down. I’d tried so hard, but I’d been a failure.
“Rachel?” He came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of drawstring pants and was drying his hair with a towel in one hand. He hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt yet. “Why are you crying?”
“I can’t stop.” I knew I was rocking back and forth like I was crazy, but I couldn’t make myself stop. One look into his eyes, and I pressed my face back into my knees. I could barely breathe through the sobbing. “I’m sorry. I let you down. I disappointed you.”
“You didn’t disappoint me.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. His hand brushed against my face, but I jerked away.
“Don’t lie to me.” I snapped at him as I backed up against the piece of shit panted plywood headboard. “I can tell when you’re lying. I’m not stupid.”
He drew his hand back like I’d bitten him. Maybe because I wanted to. Biting him would feel good. I hurt, and I wanted him to hurt too. “I don’t think you’re stupid. And yes, I’m sorry you couldn’t do what I can do. But I’m not disappointed in you.”
“I can feel it.” Reaching up I grabbed my hair in both hands. “Don’t you get it? I don’t know where I end and you begin anymore. I don’t know who I am!”
“I know who you are. You’re my sister.” Scooting closer, he took my hands in his and held them tight. He was strong, and his hands were like fire compared to the ice in my veins. “You’re the only person who has ever loved me that wasn’t lying to me about it.”
“Maybe I only love you because you love you…Or do I love you because you love me?” I let him pull me against him. The dampness of his body soaking through the t-shirt I was wearing making me shiver. “I’m scared, Sylar. I’m so scared.”
“Shhhh,” he said, taking both my hands into one of his while he stroked my hair. “Don’t be scared. I’m scared too. I’m making you feel all these things. It’s what he was afraid of. Your father was afraid that I’d make you like me. It’s not the first time is it?”
I shook my head no while I wiped my face on my shoulder and sniffled. “I feel you all the time. You’re in my head. You’re in my soul. The last time was with mom. I couldn’t block her either. She made me so ugly. She made me hate.”
“And I’ve made you kill.” His voice was almost too quiet for me to hear.
“You didn’t make me kill. I killed to protect you, just like you killed to protect me.”
“And because I like it,” he mumbled. I could taste the shame on him.
“No guilt. Please, Gabriel, I can’t take guilt or shame. Not now.”
“We’re not human. Neither one of us is.” He suddenly let me go, and I felt the wall of ice surround me now that he was gone. I could feel how much he needed to get away from me. “Their rules, their morals don’t matter to us, Rachel. Not now. Hell not ever.”
“Then why are you all the way over there?” I asked now that he was across the room. “You’ll have to be a hell of a lot further away from me to break our link. If you got in the car and drove off, that might do it. But then again it might not.”
“I’m over here because I can’t trust myself with you.” He looked over at me, his eyes filled with need and sorrow.
“What makes you think I want you to?” I got up from the bed and walked slowly over to him. I licked my bottom lip while I played with the cord that held his pants up. “I don’t want you to go away. I just want you.”
“God,” he said, leaning his head against the door. He was feeling it too, and he knew he couldn’t deny it. “Rachel, don’t.”
“Why not? Because it would be wrong?” I let out a giggle and turned away from him, pulling my t-shirt up over my head, then reached behind to unhook my bra. “Didn’t you just tell me their morals meant nothing to us?”
He let out a snort before following me to the bed. “Good point, and if we don’t adhere to any of their other taboos why should a little incest be any different? But do you want this, Rachel? Do you really want it?”
“I want you, and you want me. Isn’t that all that really matters?” I asked as I slid back onto the bed wearing only my underpants. “I don’t know which of us felt it first.”
“I don’t either.” He crawled across the bed on all fours, brushing his lips along my collar bone. It sent a shiver down my spine and filled my belly with fire. “And I don’t care.”
It wasn’t the first time I’d been kissed. But I’d never wanted to taste anyone’s lips the way I did his. The touch of his rough stubble on my chin made me hungrier, and I pressed my lips against his. Neither one of us closed our eyes as I opened my mouth and our tongues met. There was no booming voice from god. The earth didn’t open up to swallow us. When the kiss was over, we were both gasping for breath.
He sat back on his heels and smiled at me. “No more tears?”
“No more tears.” I sat up to let him tug off my panties. He didn’t need to use his fingers to do it, but he did. Every touch made my blood race. “No guilt?”
“No guilt.” I leaned forward and let my fingers trail up the inside of his thigh. “Take these off. They’re in my way.”
“Better?” I watched every second as Sylar stripped off his pants. We both blushed when it became obvious just how much he wanted me. Neither one of us had a lot of experience. I know. We’d talked all about our failures at romance on the road. He’d told me about Elle, and I’d told him about my almost marriage.
“It will be.” I reached out and tugged at his hand. There was no resistance as I drew him onto the bed. “I need you. I love you.”
His fingers moved up my thighs where he found out just how much I wanted him back. I pressed against his fingers as I opened my mouth for another long kiss. As his tongue sought mine, I parted my legs for him. The world got smaller and smaller around us as my attention was focused on his thumb as he rubbed at me.
“I love you too.” He pressed me back onto the bed, and slipped between my legs. Instead of going slowly, Sylar pushed into me all at once. We both cried out, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
***
I woke up as the first golden light of dawn was peeking through the window. Sylar’s hands were cupped over my breasts, and my butt was pressed back against his hips. It was warm, and I felt safer than I ever had. The rough brush of his beard against the nape of my neck made me purr.
“If you keep that up, we’re going to have to pick up where we left off.”
“I’m not sure I remember where that was exactly. It might be better if we started all over again.” He nibbled my earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. “Let me show you how much fun it can be to with someone who doesn’t need his fingers to touch you.”
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17 this would be the NC 17 part.
Word Count: 1370
Part: 6/?
Prompt: The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it... Dorian Gray for
scifi_musesNotes: Not work safe - Incest warning - if you're offended, don't read it.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Sylar was taking a shower when the euphoria of what we’d done wore off. Sitting on the puke colored bedspread of our motel room, I curled my legs up and started crying into my knees. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d cried so hard. My eyes were burning and snot was running down my face. I’d disappointed him. I’d let him down. I’d tried so hard, but I’d been a failure.
“Rachel?” He came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of drawstring pants and was drying his hair with a towel in one hand. He hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt yet. “Why are you crying?”
“I can’t stop.” I knew I was rocking back and forth like I was crazy, but I couldn’t make myself stop. One look into his eyes, and I pressed my face back into my knees. I could barely breathe through the sobbing. “I’m sorry. I let you down. I disappointed you.”
“You didn’t disappoint me.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. His hand brushed against my face, but I jerked away.
“Don’t lie to me.” I snapped at him as I backed up against the piece of shit panted plywood headboard. “I can tell when you’re lying. I’m not stupid.”
He drew his hand back like I’d bitten him. Maybe because I wanted to. Biting him would feel good. I hurt, and I wanted him to hurt too. “I don’t think you’re stupid. And yes, I’m sorry you couldn’t do what I can do. But I’m not disappointed in you.”
“I can feel it.” Reaching up I grabbed my hair in both hands. “Don’t you get it? I don’t know where I end and you begin anymore. I don’t know who I am!”
“I know who you are. You’re my sister.” Scooting closer, he took my hands in his and held them tight. He was strong, and his hands were like fire compared to the ice in my veins. “You’re the only person who has ever loved me that wasn’t lying to me about it.”
“Maybe I only love you because you love you…Or do I love you because you love me?” I let him pull me against him. The dampness of his body soaking through the t-shirt I was wearing making me shiver. “I’m scared, Sylar. I’m so scared.”
“Shhhh,” he said, taking both my hands into one of his while he stroked my hair. “Don’t be scared. I’m scared too. I’m making you feel all these things. It’s what he was afraid of. Your father was afraid that I’d make you like me. It’s not the first time is it?”
I shook my head no while I wiped my face on my shoulder and sniffled. “I feel you all the time. You’re in my head. You’re in my soul. The last time was with mom. I couldn’t block her either. She made me so ugly. She made me hate.”
“And I’ve made you kill.” His voice was almost too quiet for me to hear.
“You didn’t make me kill. I killed to protect you, just like you killed to protect me.”
“And because I like it,” he mumbled. I could taste the shame on him.
“No guilt. Please, Gabriel, I can’t take guilt or shame. Not now.”
“We’re not human. Neither one of us is.” He suddenly let me go, and I felt the wall of ice surround me now that he was gone. I could feel how much he needed to get away from me. “Their rules, their morals don’t matter to us, Rachel. Not now. Hell not ever.”
“Then why are you all the way over there?” I asked now that he was across the room. “You’ll have to be a hell of a lot further away from me to break our link. If you got in the car and drove off, that might do it. But then again it might not.”
“I’m over here because I can’t trust myself with you.” He looked over at me, his eyes filled with need and sorrow.
“What makes you think I want you to?” I got up from the bed and walked slowly over to him. I licked my bottom lip while I played with the cord that held his pants up. “I don’t want you to go away. I just want you.”
“God,” he said, leaning his head against the door. He was feeling it too, and he knew he couldn’t deny it. “Rachel, don’t.”
“Why not? Because it would be wrong?” I let out a giggle and turned away from him, pulling my t-shirt up over my head, then reached behind to unhook my bra. “Didn’t you just tell me their morals meant nothing to us?”
He let out a snort before following me to the bed. “Good point, and if we don’t adhere to any of their other taboos why should a little incest be any different? But do you want this, Rachel? Do you really want it?”
“I want you, and you want me. Isn’t that all that really matters?” I asked as I slid back onto the bed wearing only my underpants. “I don’t know which of us felt it first.”
“I don’t either.” He crawled across the bed on all fours, brushing his lips along my collar bone. It sent a shiver down my spine and filled my belly with fire. “And I don’t care.”
It wasn’t the first time I’d been kissed. But I’d never wanted to taste anyone’s lips the way I did his. The touch of his rough stubble on my chin made me hungrier, and I pressed my lips against his. Neither one of us closed our eyes as I opened my mouth and our tongues met. There was no booming voice from god. The earth didn’t open up to swallow us. When the kiss was over, we were both gasping for breath.
He sat back on his heels and smiled at me. “No more tears?”
“No more tears.” I sat up to let him tug off my panties. He didn’t need to use his fingers to do it, but he did. Every touch made my blood race. “No guilt?”
“No guilt.” I leaned forward and let my fingers trail up the inside of his thigh. “Take these off. They’re in my way.”
“Better?” I watched every second as Sylar stripped off his pants. We both blushed when it became obvious just how much he wanted me. Neither one of us had a lot of experience. I know. We’d talked all about our failures at romance on the road. He’d told me about Elle, and I’d told him about my almost marriage.
“It will be.” I reached out and tugged at his hand. There was no resistance as I drew him onto the bed. “I need you. I love you.”
His fingers moved up my thighs where he found out just how much I wanted him back. I pressed against his fingers as I opened my mouth for another long kiss. As his tongue sought mine, I parted my legs for him. The world got smaller and smaller around us as my attention was focused on his thumb as he rubbed at me.
“I love you too.” He pressed me back onto the bed, and slipped between my legs. Instead of going slowly, Sylar pushed into me all at once. We both cried out, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
***
I woke up as the first golden light of dawn was peeking through the window. Sylar’s hands were cupped over my breasts, and my butt was pressed back against his hips. It was warm, and I felt safer than I ever had. The rough brush of his beard against the nape of my neck made me purr.
“If you keep that up, we’re going to have to pick up where we left off.”
“I’m not sure I remember where that was exactly. It might be better if we started all over again.” He nibbled my earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. “Let me show you how much fun it can be to with someone who doesn’t need his fingers to touch you.”
