A Sylar/Luke fic
Summary: A motel owner rapes Luke and Sylar rushes in to save the day, and kill the owner.
This is NOT a part of the Settled World Verse, this is an independant fic in response to a kink meme prompt.What's Mine 3rd Person POV
In the center of the room, inbetween two twin size matresses, was a bound and gagged man. He had a hairy pot belly and a shiney balding head. On one meaty hand there was an acclection of gaudy gold rings. He was sweating profusly and bleeding heavily from his nose.
Sylar paced slow circles around the man while Luke trembled and whimpered on one of the beds. His knees were drawn tight to his chest and his pants were still unbottoned and crooked around his waiste. Sylar cast a wairy glance at the teen before turning his attention back to the motel owner. He sneered maliciously before clenching his fists.
The owner, Mr. Finch, leaned forward slightly and Luke let out a pathetic sob at the motion. In response Sylar lashed out, cutting a shallow slice into Finch's arm with telekenesis. He hissed slightly into his cloth gag, but continued to look petulantly up at Sylar. The killer smirked and crouched down, staring into Mr. Finch's eyes.
"Right there," Sylar paused to press a single finger into the wound harshly, "is a beautiful work of genetic ingenuity. An artery, if I cut that you'll bleed to death in two seconds."
He pressed into the wound again scratching at it when he pulled away.
"Tick tock Mr. Finch."
Sylar stood up again, taking the time to stretch his neck and crack his knuckles. He glared at Finch in warning before crossing the empty space to Luke's side. Then he reached out slowly and smoothed Luke's hair back. He leaned forward slowly and pressed his forehead to Luke's, just breathing with him for a few moments. When Luke's whimpering subsided some he tipped his head and ran his nose along
Luke's face to the shell of his ear. Then he spoke quietly, his lips just barely brushing the shell of Luke's ear as he spoke.
"In the end...who gets this done?"
Luke's lips quivered, two answers balancing on the tip of his tongue. He looked over Sylar's hunched form to the sweating man on the floor.
"You do Sylar."
The killer smiles against Luke's ear and pulls away, eager to start. Finch tries in vain to rock back from Sylar's looming form, but it unsuccessful. He struggles to comprehend the invisible force holding him, the same on that cut his arm earlier. Sylar tapped a finger to his lips in mock thought. And then it began.
Luke watched on in awe as Sylar meticulously cut into Finch's stomach. The cuts were all the same length and distance apart. When he paused to consider another location there was a bloodly ladder across the man's stomach all across the swell of his potbelly. Sylar grimaced at the sight of short curly hairs that had been cut during the onslaut, not liking how they marred the bright red blood rolling lazily down his stomach.
Luke sniffled and worked his fingers into the fabric of his shirt. This renewed Sylar's vigor, causing him to strike at the man's shoulders and upper arms. Finch groaned and screamed helplessly into his gag as Sylar torn away strips of skin from both areas. He worked little by little, digging deeper each time until he reached the bone.
He knew that Finch would pass out soon from bloodloss and decided to get as much torture in as he could before that point. So in rapid succession he snapped all of the owner's fingers, careful to ensure that the breaks were jagged. Finch passed out from shock and Sylar took this chance to look back at Luke and smile to him.
"It's almost over Luke."
Sylar raised his foot and pressed his heel harshly into Finch's genitals. A long twist of his heel roused the man from his unconscious state. He whimpered pitifully into his gag and tried feebly to shift away from Sylar's foot.
"Ah, ah, ah, you're already in enough trouble Mr. Finch."
He pressed his heel in deeper, enjoying the whimpering he received in return.
"You see Mr. Finch, I can be a rather understanding induvidual. As pathetic as you are, you have nothing of value to me. You're inconcequenial, insignificant. That was the only thing working in favor of your life once I decided to sleep here. But then you had to go and touch what was mine."
Sylar pulled his foot back and smashed it down against Finch's genitals and ground in his heel.
"Big mistake."
Sylar made sure to keep the pressure up as he dragged his foot away. By now Finch's body was quaking with tremors of pain, his tears mixed with sweat and flecks of blood. Sylar stood to his full height and sneered down at Finch one last time.
Luke slowly lowered his legs back to the bed as he watched Sylar detatch Finch's penis and then fling it across the room. The cut had been sloppy, the skin tearing unevenly and stretching to it's limit before snapping away. Finch went into convulsions and watched through darkening vision as Sylar speared his bloody penis on a room decoration near the door.
Luke took a deep calming breath and Sylar lifted him gently and tucked him to his body. Luke blushed in embarassment at the bridal style hold but knew he was in no condition to argue. There was still a small stream of blood still leaking from him and staining the seat of his pants.
"Another rule to follow Luke, never try to take something from someone more powerful than you. What's mine is mine for a reason, and I don't like to share."
"Thank you."
Luke craned his neck up and kissed the corner of Sylar's mouth. A dangerous smile curled at Sylar's lip. Luke was his now.
Disclaimer: I do not own this slash fiction. I just uploaded this here because I prefer reading stories using my Samsung Galaxy Note 2 phablet. I will be taking this down once I'm done reading all drabbles. You can find the source of this fiction in - neaislove . livejournal / 27458 . html . Look for the Settled World Verse series.