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Brothers in Struggle 1 - Sylar and Luke
Finally, Luke was able to relax a bit. Not only did he now get the chance to stretch his legs after their long car ride but he also got a break from the akward silences and penetrating stares from him...Sylar...Sam Gray's son...possibly Luke's own brother.
Sylar and he had been sitting in the car in front a motel in some highway town. His travel companion had not wanted to leave a bloody trail for people to follow so he waited for someone to approach a room. The perfect victim stumbled up after ten minutes and tried to keep his balance while digging in his pocket for the key. Sylar rolled down the car window in anticipation and held his arm out to the drunk. When the guy finally found his key and fit it into the door, Sylar moved his hand in a waving motion and the guy went flying down the walk, landing with a thud on the sidewalk. "Now we have a room."
Luke followed Sylar as he jogged up to his passed out victim, rope in hand. He finished unlocking the door, opened it and instructed Luke to bring the guy in. "He won't be waking up tonight but tie him up in the closet just in case." Luke scowled silently at Sylar but he knew he better not question him. The dude was fucking powerful.
After he took care of their guest, Luke stood up and turned to find Sylar watching him, silently, with his arms crossed. "So are we brothers?" he asked the boy.
"What?" Luke responded, "Fuck if I know. I mean, I think that my dad wasn't...I mean, Mr. Gray? C'mon, Mom would've never..."
"Well, it's sure as hell a coincidence, you, microwave boy wonder living next to my estranged father."
"Maybe. So, are we the only ones with these...abilities?" Luke asked, standing up holding his hands out.
"No, there are others but..." Sylar paused and held Luke's hands "you're special." Luke smirked a bit and let out a faint laugh. He looked up into Sylar's dark eyes and could feel them penetrating him. He was forced to look away and pull his hands back. "You don't have to be ashamed. What you've got, what you can do, you should embrace it."
Luke turned from him and held his palms out a foot apart. He radiated heat from one to the other and breathed in deeply. "I can't believe I killed a guy."
"That?" Sylar asked, arching an eyebrow, "That was nothing. The guy was probably ready to die. You did him a favor. Besides, it was kill or be killed." He reached out and put a hand on Luke shoulder. The heat rose up and Sylar spun Luke around. Luke held up his hands defensively. Luke quickly turned his hands off but Sylar still gasped at first in pain and then in ecstacy.
"Wha..wha..what are you doing?" Luke asked, backing away. "I could melt you. Be cafeful." However, Sylar took a step forward and put Luke's still warm hands against his shirt.
"I don't sustain injury. Beside, you've got me hot and bothered."
"What?" Luke pulled away harshly. "No man. No way. I don't do that."
Sylar cocked his head slightly and just stared at him. "Really?" he smirked, "you've never been with a guy?"
"No, well, not anything serious." Luke stammered. Sylar's smile twisted grinch-like. He lifted his palm and curled his fingers slowly. Luke expected to be forcibly moved by him but saw that Sylar was pulling the bed sheets down instead. His eyes got big as he was flung backward with a flick of the wrist.
"Well, this is going to get serious." Sylar said with a deadpan look.
Luke's palms were face down on the bed and he was unable to move. "No! What are you doing?"
"C'mon, Luke." Sylar kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a furry and defined chest. "Why do you think I brought you along? I could've gotten the information from you at anytime." He crawled over the bed to Luke and drew an invisible line in the air an inch over Luke's shirt with his index finger. The shirt ripped slowly underneath. Luke's breathing increased as he watched. Sylar leaned up to his ear and whispered, "Relax. I need you intact." His breath was hot in Luke's ear. Luke's dick twitched. Sylar reached down and grabbed it over his pants. "Besides, there are other ways to have fun."
His body was still forced to the bed as Sylar reached down into his pants. As Sylar grabbed his cock and rolled his balls in his hand, Luke's eyes rolled back into his head. "That's my boy." He leaned up and nibbled on Luke's ear. His stubble grazed Luke's cheek"
Luke gasped out, "But, we could be brothers."
"I've heard that one before.." Sylar fell on top of Luke and began grinding, both with their jeans still on. Luke felt the sweaty hairy chest against his own bare chest and he was able to push his own hips against Sylar's. Sylar's cock, still concealed in his jeans was big and hard as he pushed it forcibly in between Luke's legs.
Sylar continued to dry hump Luke for what felt like eternity but not long enough. Luke didn't want this force against his body to stop but he wanted his jeans off. He wanted Sylar inside him. He wanted to be taken.
"Let's do this," he moaned. "Fuck me!"
Sylar jumped off of him instantly and pulled his pants off and tore his white briefs off. Luke gritted his teeth as the cloth pulled against him. He lay helpless before his dominator, completely naked. His bare flesh, smooth except for his patch of pubic hair, never felt so exposed. Sylar stood up and stared at him, making him feel even more naked. Then Sylar removed his own pants and his black bikini briefs. Luke suddenly felt the pressure lift off of this chest. Before he had time to react, he was flipped over.
"What..." Luke said in surprise as his hands unwillingly flew forward and latched themselves around the headboard. His legs flew open but he could still move them. His hands were the only part of his body still being held. "No, wait."
He heard smacking sounds and then felt Sylar's wet fingers against his asshole. Luke bucked slightly but Sylar said in a low tone. "It's okay. We'll go slow."
"AAAAAHHHH!" Luke gasped as Sylar stuck two fingers up his ass. Sylar held his hips down with his other big hand. The wooden headboard was starting to smoke.
"Now now." Sylar said. He kept his fingers steady for a minute and then began to massage the inside of Luke's ass. The smoke from the headboard stopped and so did Luke's struggling. Sylar kept it up for a while and then began to withdraw his fingers.
"No," Luke protested, "More." His ass moved back with Sylar's fingers but it would only go so far. Sylar pulled them out and spit onto his ass.
"Don't worry. If you liked that, you'll love this." With that, Sylar thrust his six inches of his ten inch cock into Luke's virgin ass.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Luke screamed, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! No no! Oh god, take it out!!"
Instead, Sylar pushed the rest of his dick in the ass. The headboard was turning black and smoke was streaming from the bed. Luke continued to breathe heavy and gasp as Sylar's furry body rested onto of his own.
Then Sylar began a rhythmic fucking. Luke moaned in pain at first but then began moaning in ecstasy. The smoke again began to dwindle and Sylar ran his hands up Luke's bare skinny arms until his hands were covering Luke's still warm fists.
Sylar's steamy breath filled Luke's ear. "Your ass is so fucking tight!" Then his tounge filled his ear. At this point, Luke was pushing back, riding Sylar's cock. Luke then regained control of his hands. Sylar pulled out and rolled Luke on his back. Luke held his legs open and Sylar dived back in.
He loved the sight of Sylar on top of him, sweating, grunting. His hairy chest was heaving hard. Luke began to reach for the headboard when Sylar growled, "No!" Sylar grabbed Luke's hands and put them on his pecs. "Let me have it."
"No," Luke said, "I might lose control."
"It's okay. I can't die like that."
Luke rested his palms against Sylar's heaving pecs. He felt them get hold and Sylar moaned and began to fuck him harder. When he saw a dark red imprint of each of his palms on Sylar's chest, Sylar screamed and shot his hot streaming sperm deep in Luke. Luke then dropped one warm hand and wanked himself a few times and shot his load all over his chest.
Sylar collapsed onto of him. They both lay there sweating and panting. Sylar spoke first. "That was amazing." He pulled himself off of Luke. "Thanks bro." He said as he rolled over. "Get some rest because I'm going to want to go again...soon." He leaned into Luke's ear and whispered, "I recuperate quickly after all."
End of Chapter one. Comments, suggestions, angry responses? Write to me at crisintel(at)yahoo.com