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Brothers in Struggle 2 - Sylar and Luke
The chill of the night air and the stopping motion woke Luke up. The car door slammed and he opened his eyes. With help from the moonlight, he saw Sylar walk across the dirt road and into the ditch. The only lights were in the distance. They were alone. Luke watched Sylar stop and reach down, presumably to open his fly and drain his snake. He smiled and felt completely taken care of. Even if Sylar wasn't his brother, he was and would always be his guardian.
He had rescued Luke. Like the protector he knew Sylar could be, Sylar had pulled him out of danger. There was the brief time where he thought he had been abandoned by his own hero but then he came back. After he was captured by those paramilitary fucks, Sylar had come back for him. No matter how much he denies it, he knows it was true. He knew it was true when he regained consciousness and realized Sylar was carrying him. He awoke to finding his dark knight driving them into the sunset.
Sylar reached down and shook his dick and looked as though he was zipping back up. Luke decided he better go out there and see if he could get that zipper back down.
"Regaining your strength?" Sylar said, without turning after Luke shut his car door. He walked across the road to Sylar slowly.
"Yeah, I feel great...thanks to you." As Luke walked up to him, Sylar kept his gaze to the clear night sky. He looked at his shoes and waited for a response. He at the very least wanted Sylar to turn around so he could stare into those dark eyes. But he remained focused outward. Luke reached out to Sylar's black knit top. He still had some of his soldier gear on. It only served to make him look stronger, more authoritative. "I don't know what I..." but he stopped when Sylar shrugged off his hand and walked back towards the car.
"You would have been taken away. That's what. I've been there. I don't wish that imprisonment, that sedation, the drug induced prison on anyone and I'm not going back there either. That's why this is over. You're getting out at the next city and you're going to lie low." Sylar started to open the car door but Luke ran up and slammed it shut.
"Fuck that!" Luke yelled as Sylar spun him around, looking him in the eyes for the first time in hour. His look was one of frustration and pain but Luke stared back, unrelenting. "You didn't come back for me just to ditch me. And you didn't come back for that case." He pointed at the case that Sylar stole from the paramilitary dicks which was now laying on his front seat. "You know you're better than them. You're more powerful. That's convenient but it's not going to save us!" He leaned up and kissed Sylar quickly. Sylar pulled back slightly but then grabbed the sides of Luke's head and kissed him back. Luke pushed against Sylar's body, which fell against the side of the car. He ran his hands over Sylar's clothed chest and then over his tight ass in jeans. He stopped kissing him and leaned into Sylar's ear and whispered, "We don't need it. I don't need it. I need you."
Sylar exhaled deeply and then pushed Luke away. He walked to the front of the car. "That's just it," he said as he wiped his lips, "I don't need you." He pulled the address Luke wrote down out of his front pocket and held it up. "You gave me this. I mean, you're a nice piece of ass but I have what I set out to get. Besides, you'll slow me down and..." he put his hand on his forehead and he looked down, "you might not be as lucky next time."
Luke walked away from the car and yelled, "How lucky do you think I'll be on my own? They took me! They knew I was...a threat. But they got me and I would've been off to who knows what hole in the ground if you hadn't rescued me! Besides..." he walked up to Sylar and grabbed the bulge in the front of his jeans, "don't tell me you wouldn't miss me. He kissed Sylar's neck as he unbuckled Sylar's belt and unbuttoned his jeans.
"Luke..."
"Shhh..." Luke whispered as he pulled down Sylar's zipper and dropped to his knees. He pulled down the waistband of Sylar's black briefs. His semi-hard cock popped out and Luke pulled his two hairy balls out at well. Luke began to stroke his dick and it grew to it's full 10 inches quickly enough. Luke licked his plump head and then put it in his mouth while continuing to massage it with is tounge. He looked up and saw Sylar resting both of his hands against the hood of the car. He was watching Luke.
"Oh, damn." Sylar moaned as he watched Luke. Luke worked his hand up and down Sylar's shaft was he sucked his head. "You must have had lots of practice at this," he said with a smile.
Luke stopped temporarily, "No, not lots," he said as he went back to work on Sylar, taking more of his dick in his mouth.
Sylar cocked his head and smirked, "Sure. Okay."
After several more minutes, Luke took got off of his dick momentarily and Sylar grabbed him by his armpits and lifted him up, spun him around and set him on the car hood. He quickly pulled off Luke's pants and dropped them past his ankles. He pulled off his own sweater, let his pants fall down and pushed Luke against the car's warm hood with the force of his body. Sylar's hard dick pressed against Luke's and he began kissing Luke's neck. Luke reached up and ran his hands over Sylar's hairy chest. His beard stubble was scratching Luke's neck. Sylar moved up to Luke's ear and began chewing on his lobe. Luke was then lost in the passions. He scooted up slightly wrapped his legs around Sylar's waist, positioning his ass against Sylar's still wet prick.
Sylar pulled up slightly, stuck two of his fingers in Luke's mouth and Luke sucked on them. He then pulled them out, reached down and began to finger Luke's ass with them. "Oh yeah, fuck me," Luke moaned.
Sylar leaned up and guided his cock into Luke's hole. Luke took short little breathes as Sylar impaled him. It was easier than yesterday's fucking, partially because he was sure of the ecstasy that was coming soon.
Sylar looked down at him and grinned, "That's it. Take it all, boy." He slowly fucked Luke and Luke moaned with each thrust. Then Sylar thrust it all it and Luke gasped and held his breath in then slowly let it out. Luke opened his eyes and saw Slyar held himself up with his left hand and flicked his right hand over Luke's chest. Every button on his short sleeved shirt came flying off and it fell open.
"Hey, hey," Luke said as he smiled, "I'm gonna run out of shirts quick."
Sylar grinned back and leaned into Luke's ear. "Don't worry," his moist breath alone put Luke at ease, "I'll take care of you."
Sylar arched his back and began rhythmically fucking Luke. Luke let dominate him for a while and then he pushed out and rolled Sylar onto his back. Luke sat up, leaned back and rode Sylar. Sylar ran his rough hands over smooth chest. Luke bounced up and down, kept in place by Sylar's massive dick. His own hard dick flew freely up and down in the night air.
"Fucking hell, Luke." Sylar moaned as he bucked back and forth against Luke's own tight ass. He then began to growl and grabbed Luke's hips. Luke moaned loudly as he bounced quicker. Sylar yelled, "OHHH FUCK!" and began to shoot load after load into Luke's ass.
Almost immediately, Luke yelled as well and shot his load without touching his dick. He was leaning back and had to hold onto Sylar's thick hairy thighs to keep from falling backwards. His body shivered from his own orgasm as he felt Sylar's hot sticky mess inside of him. He collapsed onto of Sylar and spread his warm sperm between their sweaty bodies. Sylar's hand's ran up and down Luke's smooth back.
They both breathed heavily for what seemed like hours. Luke finally spoke. "I bared myself to you in everyway I know. I gave you the information. I left you open to leave me...or kill me. Instead you saved me." Sylar then pulled Luke into a kiss Luke didn't ever want to end. Finally, when they stopped for a breath, Luke whispered, "You're my hero."
End of Chapter two. I'll be writing about other heroes next...probably. Comments, suggestions, angry responses? Write to me at crisintel(at)yahoo.com