December 14th 2017
Luke instantly regretted what he had just done, but the tacky miniature Christmas tree was in his hand now. It was paid for with stolen money and the gas station was relieved to have gotten rid of their last one. He didn't think he could bring himself to throw it in the trash, so he slid into the passenger seat and tried not to look at Sylar.
It didn't work. It never did.
"What the hell is that?"
Luke met Sylar's angry eyes and set his jaw. "It's a Christmas Tree. It's almost Christmas."

To Luke's surprise Sylar just sighed and started the car. "What is it with you and Christmas? We don't even have anywhere to put it."

"I know. Never stop long enough. Always on the run." He reached across despite his better judgement and used his one Get Away With A Telling Off card for the week to squeeze Sylar's leg. "Doesn't mean we don't have to make the effort."

A grunt from Sylar told him that the conversation was done, and that Luke could have what he wanted. Luke gave a smirk. A tiny victory for sentimentality, but a victory none the less.
takhallus: Dan Byrd greyscale and purple star (Default)
( May. 11th, 2009 10:12 pm)

Word count : 1158
Rating : NC17
Notes : For the challenge but also for

[personal profile] perdiccas it's one of her exchange fic prompts that I didn't use, well until now.
Summary : Luke can't help but get hard and Sylar's had enough.


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takhallus: Dan Byrd greyscale and purple star (Lular)
( Mar. 28th, 2009 03:58 pm)

#1 Sylar and Luke visit the Grand Canyon - Fluff

#2 Sylar and Luke leave each other anonymous presents -Fluff

#3 Luke is embarrassed when Sylar wants to see his skin - Flangst

#4 Luke and Sylar discuss what their song might be - Fluff

takhallus: Dan Byrd greyscale and purple star (Lular)
( Mar. 23rd, 2009 09:40 pm)

Title : Transgress
Word count : 1155
Rating : NC17
Notes : For the [profile] lukexsylar  community challenge


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takhallus: Dan Byrd greyscale and purple star (Lular)
( Mar. 17th, 2009 11:36 pm)
Rating : NC17
Pairing : Sylar/Luke
Word count : 1874
Notes : For the Heroes Anonymous Kink Meme

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#1 Sylar is the coach, Luke is the athlete NC17

#2 "Games"

Both are rated NC17


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Track Listing

1. Echo and the Bunnymen - The Killing Moon
2. The Smith - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
3. Jose Gonzales - Heartbeats
4. Steppewolf - Born To Be Wild
5. The Monochrome Set - Snake-Fingers
6. Rufus Wainwright - Dinner At Eight
7. Talking Heads - Psycho Killer
8. Joan Baez - It Ain't Me Babe
9. Suede - The Big Time
10. Mercury Rev - Goddess On A Hiway


Okay, so I wanted to write a Mylar and Luke threesome, but I need your help to vindicate the extreme wrongness. Please help me out in the comments - how do you see this going? The toughest thing for me right now is making the extremely unlikely situation fit with the canon of the Syluke roadtrip.

Poll under the cut )

Luke was ADHD personified. Sylar had managed to stop him tapping on the dashboard by threatening to slice off his fingers. He had managed to stop him using his power for amusement by threatening to leave his ass behind again. The problem was, he had no medication, and so his condition had to manifest. It just had to be directed properly.


This was a compromise. Two days ago they had been at the Sunny Side Diner when Sylar began to get irritated by the tap tap tap of Luke’s fingertips on the vinyl covered booth seat.


“Can you keep your damn fingers still for one minute? I swear to God I’m going to slice them off like I promised. One by one.”


Luke averted his eyes from Sylar’s murderous look and tried to find something soft to tap on, something that wouldn’t make a noise. He tapped on his leg, the denim soaking up the sound, but obviously not enough for Sylar’s liking. He growled into his ear menacingly, “I won’t tell you again, now stop it or I will fucking kill you you irritating little bastard.”


Luke’s shoulders dropped. “It’s not my fault, I can’t control it without my Ritalin, I’m trying, okay? I can’t stop it just like that just like you can’t stop…killing people!” He whispered the last part and his lip wobbled as the frustration built inside him.


Sighing, Sylar tried to think of a solution. He shrugged off his jacket and placed it over his lap, unzipping his fly. Then he took Luke’s hand and slipped it inside his pants, letting it settle on his crotch. “If you can’t keep it still at least do something useful.”


Luke smiled and started eating his pie with his right hand while his left let soft fingers dance over Sylar’s erection. After a while his brain forgot what his left hand was doing and Luke drifted off whilst eating, looking out of the diner window and wondering what the bird was he could see in the tree over there. He was just debating whether it was a Yellow-bellied Flycatcher or a Peewee when he felt warm wetness on his hand and turned to see Sylar’s face reddening. “Oh, er…sorry I didn’t..”


“S’fine.” Sylar coughed. “Can you go into my wallet and leave some money, I need to…use the restroom.” He jumped up, holding the jacket to his crotch and walking in a strange manner to the restrooms at the back of the diner. Luke cleaned his hand off on a napkin and left a twenty on the table, smiling to himself. He had a feeling that Sylar wouldn’t be complaining about his restless hands any more.



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