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perdiccas and her very ladylike prompt 'Sylar's Big Dick' LOL( I suppose there's no use in appealing to your better nature? )
The only light came from the flickering candle which Mohinder was holding. Sylar absent mindedly pulled at his restraints, trying not to appear nervous.
The melted wax trembled on the tip of the candle, and Sylar saw that it would only take the slightest movement to make it spill over and drop onto his bare skin. He watched as Mohinder moved it over his naked body, teasing him. As Sylar’s wrists twitched in their bounds Mohinder paused, the candle over his navel. Suddenly he shifted it and Sylar screamed through gritted teeth as he felt the hot wax splash on his nipple.
“Keep quiet, don’t make me gag you.” Mohinder commanded as Sylar swallowed hard and nodded obediently.
The candle burned on, more wax pooling in the concave end of the candle. Mohinder moved it devastatingly close to Sylar’s groin, running a finger gently down the pelvic crease on the right hand side of his body. Sylar’s breathing started to grow ragged as the candle bobbed dangerously. Mohinder moved it again, holding it half way between Sylar’s navel and the thatch of dark hair at the base of his cock.
“You might want to keep very still. If the wax runs down it could really do some damage.” He tipped the candle and Sylar whimpered at the burning of the wax. He bucked his hips quickly to stop the wax running and cried out as the movement made the muscles in his tied arms tense painfully.
Mohinder saw the tears starting to prick Sylar’s eyes and smirked. “Not long now, this candle will only burn for another hour at the most.”.
Pairing : Sylar/Mohinder/Gabriel
“Huh,”
It took a lot to render Sylar speechless, but this, yes, this would just about do it. He had assumed the ability of Joy Watson would create an image, like a projection, but here was a living, breathing, trembling doppelganger. He inclined his head quizzically, running his eyes over Gabriel’s body.
“Do you talk?” he asked, reducing the space between them.
“Yes.” Gabriel answered, watching Sylar with interest.
Sylar put a hand to Gabriel’s cheek, stroking it and half expecting his hand to drift right through. “I’d forgotten how pretty you were.” He brushed his cheek against Gabriel’s breathing in the familiar scent of the plain soap he had scrubbed himself with every day. “Take off your glasses.” He ordered.
As Gabriel did so, he closed his eyes. “Don’t hurt me. I know you want to but please don’t.”
“I do want to,” Sylar growled. “Look at you, so weak and pathetic!” He gripped Gabriel by the hair. “Get on your knees where you belong.”
Gabriel sank to his knees and started to hyperventilate as he saw his more aggressive self unzip his pants and take out his cock, pumping it fast. “I don’t know how…” Gabriel began to protest but was silenced when Sylar forced his cock into his mouth, fucking his face with his hand still twisted in his hair.
Sylar knew he wouldn’t last as he watched his former self suck him, trying to cope with the onslaught on his virgin lips. “We’re going to have so much fun together Gabriel, you just have to learn that I’m in charge.” He pulled out and came over Gabriel’s mouth and chin, milking every last drop from himself as the watchmaker gasped and coughed. “You know I always wanted a brother, and now I have something even better.” He turned away, zipping up his fly. “Clean yourself up, “ he barked. “We’re going to pay a visit to Mohinder….”
…
“Hello Mohinder.”
“Hello Mohinder.”
“Oh fuck.”
Suresh backed up, ready to pounce, but at which one? He looked at the one with the glasses, but he recognised the look in those black eyes and leapt at the other man, gripping him with one hand on his head and one arm spanning his chest. “Back off or I’ll snap the neck on your new toy.”
Sylar smiled, flinging off the glasses. “You couldn’t hurt him Mohinder, he’s so innocent. He’s never even been touched. Besides, we didn’t come here for a fight.”
Mohinder pushed Gabriel away from him but the man ducked back, hiding behind him, gripping him like a saviour. “Please, you have to protect me from him, he’s crazy.”
“That’s right Mohinder, get between us or I might hurt him.” Sylar pressed himself against him, grinning as the doctor reached behind to hold Gabriel. “I knew you’d get it.” Sylar whispered in his ear, licking gently at his earlobe.
Mohinder moaned, grinding against Sylar. “Who’s first then?”
In answer Sylar spin him round to face Gabriel. “Kiss him nice and slow.”
Mohinder complied, taking Gabriel into his arms and opening up his mouth with gentle kisses until he was able to sweep in his tongue. He moaned into Gabriel’s lips as he felt Sylar undo his pants from behind him and take his cock in hand. Sylar pumped steadily, leaving warm breaths at the back of Mohinder’s neck.
Gabriel opened his eyes momentarily. Their clothes swap meant he was looking at the image of himself, wantonly nuzzling the doctor’s neck. He heard Mohinder’s breathing hitch as he approached his climax and kissed him harder, reaching between their bodies to add his hand to Suresh’s cock.
Mohinder came, moaning and grabbing at Gabriel’s hair. He let his head rest on the man’s shoulder as he heard Sylar’s satisfied hums from behind him.
“Oh Mohinder,” Sylar chuckled, “the three of us are going to have so much fun together.”
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