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Character: Sylar/Peter
Genre: Slash
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sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1900
Rating: R
Prompt: Meme #5 - You get a call at 3am-![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Notes: Post series Petlar. For my Petersempath_peter, vampire_peter and did_not_take.
Warnings: SMUT, blood, no cuddles and roses in this chapter.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
It was the middle of the night, but I was wide awake. Peter was at work, and although I should be used to his crazy schedule by now I slept better when he was home and I knew he was safe. He’d copied my power over a week ago, and he’d been OK. I was impressed at how well he’d handled the gnawing hunger, and even more impressed at how quickly he learned a few powers from me. He wasn’t helpless anymore not that he was before, but now that he had telekinesis and Elle’s electrical control, the two powers that were tired to me with strong emotions, I felt better about him being out of my sight.
But I missed him. Missed the touch of his hand, the feel of his warmth next to me in bed, and I missed the sound of him when he was trying to be quiet when he went about his day to day stuff around the apartment.
I was waiting for the tea pot to whistle and smearing peanut butter on a small stack of graham crackers when my phone rang. It was Peter’s ringtone, and I dropped the knife, raising my hand to use telekinesis to make my phone fly into my hand from where I’d left it by the book I’d been reading before I got hungry. Peter never called at night. He’d call me during the day to check in with me, but he did not call when he assumed I’d be sleeping like a normal person. My heart was pounding when I answered.
“Sylar,” he sounded terrified. “Sylar, I need you. Please. Hurry.”
“Peter.” The kettle started shrieking, and I yanked it off the stove with another quick touch of telekinesis and shut the burner off. The steam slowly escaping the tiny opening turned the shrill whistle into a stuttering cry as the water cooled down. “Where are you? Are you in the hospital?”
“No, I don’t know where I am.” He was crying. His voice choked with tears, and I could hear him swearing under his breath. “I lost it. I killed someone, Sylar.”
“Fuck.” I knew it’d happen sooner or later. We both did, and we’d been fooling ourselves to think that he’d be able to keep control of the hunger. “I’ll be right there.”
“I followed someone. I’m behind a building.”
“Don’t worry. I can find you. I can always find you, Peter.” I kept talking to him as I raced to the bedroom to trade my pajama bottoms for a pair of jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt from my drawer. “Are you alone? Did anyone see?”
“No, no one saw. I’m scared.”
“I know you are, baby,” I tried to sound comforting. I’m not good at compassion, but this time I knew exactly how he felt. And I’d be damned another time if I’d let him deal with the guilt and shame alone the way that I had over Brian. But damn if the monster inside of me wasn’t jealous that Peter had gone hunting without me. It wanted me to hurry up and find him on the off chance that the brain was still viable, and then we could have the power too.
“I’ll be right there. I have to hang up, but I’ll find you. Don’t worry.” I was picturing Peter, guilt ridden and covered in blood walking up to some donut munching member of NYPD to confess his sins as I climbed out of the window and took off into the night sky. It was a warm night, but I still got goose bumps as I flew. I hated the power for the same reason that Peter loved it. It was Nathan’s, and for all the guilt I felt for my first kill, it was nothing compared to the guilt I still felt for taking Nathan away from Peter. He’d forgiven me, and I’d changed although I think it was more of a case of me finding my sanity than evolution on my part. But I couldn’t forgive myself. I don’t think that I ever will.
Peter and I were connected. We’d spent years together forming that bond, and now that he had my power, it wasn’t all that hard for me to find that spark in the darkness that was him. I could feel other specials at the fringe of my awareness, but Peter’s glow was the strongest, as it should be.
When I could feel someone out there stronger than Peter, then I’d worry. That would be when I needed him at my side to take down the new predator in our territory. New York was ours. I had no intention of sharing it. Of course Peter thought of the entire world as our place to serve by fighting the good fight to take out the villains. I figured I’d consider putting on a cape and spandex on a case to case basis.
It didn’t take me long to find him. I started at Mercy Heights and worked out from there, following the path he’d take to walk home. I knew he was off work when he’d lost control. I could feel the call of Peter’s power tickling at the base of my skull and landed nearby. The hot coppery scent of blood was lingering in the air along with the stink of trash from the alley. A flash of blue energy shattered the darkness, making spots before my eyes, when I came around the corner. Peter was standing over a body, blood up to his elbows while the power danced over his blood covered hands.
“Sylar?” He asked, his voice still shaky.
“Who else?” I said as I walked up to him. His eyes were deer in the headlights wide, and he looked ready to bolt if I moved to quickly. “I’m here. I came because you needed me.”
I stepped around the pool of blood, and the thing inside of me scrambled up my spine to look through my eyes. It liked what it saw, and I licked my lips, wishing I could taste the blood that was smeared on Peter’s hands and face from his kill. It was less pleased by the mess Peter had made of the brain. He didn’t have my skill, and there wasn’t anything left for me to dig through for the power. How inconsiderate. I’d have to teach him how to share a kill.
“I’m sorry.” I think he was talking to me, but I couldn’t tell. He could have been talking to the body or God for all I knew. He extinguished the power and let me pull him into my arms. He was trembling from fear and the adrenaline rush of the kill. He might be scared, but I knew that he felt good too. It was that pleasure that made the guilt that much worse. That was something that I didn’t allow myself to feel anymore. I shoved that guilt away with the scraps of Gabriel into the dark corners of my mind.
“It’s OK. We knew that it was bound to happen.” I didn’t want to talk about it though. I wanted him. The blood was driving me nuts. I’d been dreaming about him hunting with me, and here he was disheveled and bloody. Ducking my face, I captured his mouth in a kiss that was anything but sweet. It was all teeth and tongues as I pushed him against the wall on the far side of the alley away from the corpse.
“Sylar,” he growled against me as I wedged my leg between his and rubbed against him, so he could feel how hard I was. “This is fucked up.”
“I know.” I took another kiss, drawing his lip between my teeth and bit until his blood joined his prey’s. Peter whimpered as he pushed up my shirt to drag his fingers over my chest. “But you want this too.”
“I do.” He couldn’t deny it. He couldn’t keep pretending that nothing had changed. He had to stop lying to himself that he was still the Boy Scout. Now he was just like me. The way he was meant to be. “Want you.”
“Good.” I reached into his pocket to find the lube that I knew he kept there with one hand while the other twisted his hair to pull his head back, so that I could bite along his throat. I didn’t want to let go of his hair, but I had to, to open the tube and get us ready. “Drop your fucking pants.”
Peter made fast work of his pants and mine too, until they were pooled around our knees and ankles. His gasp made me smile as I smeared the still cold lube around his entrance and inside after turning him to face the wall. He chuckled when I hissed as I spread it over my cock. “Did you keep that in the fucking fridge at work?”
“No, it’s his power,” he said over his shoulder, and he had a real smile on his face. “He tried to freeze me.”
We’d been together for so long, and fucking each other against that goddamn wall happened enough times for us to know exactly what to do now. But this was different. We weren’t alone here, and we had a dead body in a puddle of cooling blood nearby. Peter braced against the wall as I kept at him, spreading more lube and making him ready for me.
“I like that power. I missed it.” I’d be sure to learn it from Peter later when we were done with our fun. We could use it to get rid of the body too. But that was another lesson for later.
Pushing into Peter’s warmth was like going home. He shoved his ass back against me with a hiss of his own, swearing under his breath as he got accustomed to my intrusion. My fingers were curled around his hips, holding him in place for a minute. I’d have waited longer, but we didn’t have all night for cuddles and kisses. I moaned and swore as I started to move, building up to a good pace while he held onto the wall tightened around me. I shifted, making sure that I’d hit the spot.
“Fuck Sylar. Yeah, right there.”
“Got your ass figured out, don’t I?” I teased, picking up the pace, and started to slam into him. I was close, and so was here. I could feel our bond, the twining of our powers and empathy, along with the heat of our bodies while we fucked. It was magic. It was all that I wanted and needed, and I felt my body start to tighten as my orgasm started to spark along my nerves, tightening my balls against my body. I stroked at Peter with telekinesis, making sure that I had the right amount of pressure on his prostrate to make him come with me. My vision went white as I bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming into the night as I came. I reached around to finish Peter off until his come hit the wall in front of him.
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Comments as always are greatly appreciated.
Genre: Slash
Author:
sylar Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1900
Rating: R
Prompt: Meme #5 - You get a call at 3am-
a_muse_memeNotes: Post series Petlar. For my Peters
empath_peter, vampire_peter and did_not_take. Warnings: SMUT, blood, no cuddles and roses in this chapter.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
It was the middle of the night, but I was wide awake. Peter was at work, and although I should be used to his crazy schedule by now I slept better when he was home and I knew he was safe. He’d copied my power over a week ago, and he’d been OK. I was impressed at how well he’d handled the gnawing hunger, and even more impressed at how quickly he learned a few powers from me. He wasn’t helpless anymore not that he was before, but now that he had telekinesis and Elle’s electrical control, the two powers that were tired to me with strong emotions, I felt better about him being out of my sight.
But I missed him. Missed the touch of his hand, the feel of his warmth next to me in bed, and I missed the sound of him when he was trying to be quiet when he went about his day to day stuff around the apartment.
I was waiting for the tea pot to whistle and smearing peanut butter on a small stack of graham crackers when my phone rang. It was Peter’s ringtone, and I dropped the knife, raising my hand to use telekinesis to make my phone fly into my hand from where I’d left it by the book I’d been reading before I got hungry. Peter never called at night. He’d call me during the day to check in with me, but he did not call when he assumed I’d be sleeping like a normal person. My heart was pounding when I answered.
“Sylar,” he sounded terrified. “Sylar, I need you. Please. Hurry.”
“Peter.” The kettle started shrieking, and I yanked it off the stove with another quick touch of telekinesis and shut the burner off. The steam slowly escaping the tiny opening turned the shrill whistle into a stuttering cry as the water cooled down. “Where are you? Are you in the hospital?”
“No, I don’t know where I am.” He was crying. His voice choked with tears, and I could hear him swearing under his breath. “I lost it. I killed someone, Sylar.”
“Fuck.” I knew it’d happen sooner or later. We both did, and we’d been fooling ourselves to think that he’d be able to keep control of the hunger. “I’ll be right there.”
“I followed someone. I’m behind a building.”
“Don’t worry. I can find you. I can always find you, Peter.” I kept talking to him as I raced to the bedroom to trade my pajama bottoms for a pair of jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt from my drawer. “Are you alone? Did anyone see?”
“No, no one saw. I’m scared.”
“I know you are, baby,” I tried to sound comforting. I’m not good at compassion, but this time I knew exactly how he felt. And I’d be damned another time if I’d let him deal with the guilt and shame alone the way that I had over Brian. But damn if the monster inside of me wasn’t jealous that Peter had gone hunting without me. It wanted me to hurry up and find him on the off chance that the brain was still viable, and then we could have the power too.
“I’ll be right there. I have to hang up, but I’ll find you. Don’t worry.” I was picturing Peter, guilt ridden and covered in blood walking up to some donut munching member of NYPD to confess his sins as I climbed out of the window and took off into the night sky. It was a warm night, but I still got goose bumps as I flew. I hated the power for the same reason that Peter loved it. It was Nathan’s, and for all the guilt I felt for my first kill, it was nothing compared to the guilt I still felt for taking Nathan away from Peter. He’d forgiven me, and I’d changed although I think it was more of a case of me finding my sanity than evolution on my part. But I couldn’t forgive myself. I don’t think that I ever will.
Peter and I were connected. We’d spent years together forming that bond, and now that he had my power, it wasn’t all that hard for me to find that spark in the darkness that was him. I could feel other specials at the fringe of my awareness, but Peter’s glow was the strongest, as it should be.
When I could feel someone out there stronger than Peter, then I’d worry. That would be when I needed him at my side to take down the new predator in our territory. New York was ours. I had no intention of sharing it. Of course Peter thought of the entire world as our place to serve by fighting the good fight to take out the villains. I figured I’d consider putting on a cape and spandex on a case to case basis.
It didn’t take me long to find him. I started at Mercy Heights and worked out from there, following the path he’d take to walk home. I knew he was off work when he’d lost control. I could feel the call of Peter’s power tickling at the base of my skull and landed nearby. The hot coppery scent of blood was lingering in the air along with the stink of trash from the alley. A flash of blue energy shattered the darkness, making spots before my eyes, when I came around the corner. Peter was standing over a body, blood up to his elbows while the power danced over his blood covered hands.
“Sylar?” He asked, his voice still shaky.
“Who else?” I said as I walked up to him. His eyes were deer in the headlights wide, and he looked ready to bolt if I moved to quickly. “I’m here. I came because you needed me.”
I stepped around the pool of blood, and the thing inside of me scrambled up my spine to look through my eyes. It liked what it saw, and I licked my lips, wishing I could taste the blood that was smeared on Peter’s hands and face from his kill. It was less pleased by the mess Peter had made of the brain. He didn’t have my skill, and there wasn’t anything left for me to dig through for the power. How inconsiderate. I’d have to teach him how to share a kill.
“I’m sorry.” I think he was talking to me, but I couldn’t tell. He could have been talking to the body or God for all I knew. He extinguished the power and let me pull him into my arms. He was trembling from fear and the adrenaline rush of the kill. He might be scared, but I knew that he felt good too. It was that pleasure that made the guilt that much worse. That was something that I didn’t allow myself to feel anymore. I shoved that guilt away with the scraps of Gabriel into the dark corners of my mind.
“It’s OK. We knew that it was bound to happen.” I didn’t want to talk about it though. I wanted him. The blood was driving me nuts. I’d been dreaming about him hunting with me, and here he was disheveled and bloody. Ducking my face, I captured his mouth in a kiss that was anything but sweet. It was all teeth and tongues as I pushed him against the wall on the far side of the alley away from the corpse.
“Sylar,” he growled against me as I wedged my leg between his and rubbed against him, so he could feel how hard I was. “This is fucked up.”
“I know.” I took another kiss, drawing his lip between my teeth and bit until his blood joined his prey’s. Peter whimpered as he pushed up my shirt to drag his fingers over my chest. “But you want this too.”
“I do.” He couldn’t deny it. He couldn’t keep pretending that nothing had changed. He had to stop lying to himself that he was still the Boy Scout. Now he was just like me. The way he was meant to be. “Want you.”
“Good.” I reached into his pocket to find the lube that I knew he kept there with one hand while the other twisted his hair to pull his head back, so that I could bite along his throat. I didn’t want to let go of his hair, but I had to, to open the tube and get us ready. “Drop your fucking pants.”
Peter made fast work of his pants and mine too, until they were pooled around our knees and ankles. His gasp made me smile as I smeared the still cold lube around his entrance and inside after turning him to face the wall. He chuckled when I hissed as I spread it over my cock. “Did you keep that in the fucking fridge at work?”
“No, it’s his power,” he said over his shoulder, and he had a real smile on his face. “He tried to freeze me.”
We’d been together for so long, and fucking each other against that goddamn wall happened enough times for us to know exactly what to do now. But this was different. We weren’t alone here, and we had a dead body in a puddle of cooling blood nearby. Peter braced against the wall as I kept at him, spreading more lube and making him ready for me.
“I like that power. I missed it.” I’d be sure to learn it from Peter later when we were done with our fun. We could use it to get rid of the body too. But that was another lesson for later.
Pushing into Peter’s warmth was like going home. He shoved his ass back against me with a hiss of his own, swearing under his breath as he got accustomed to my intrusion. My fingers were curled around his hips, holding him in place for a minute. I’d have waited longer, but we didn’t have all night for cuddles and kisses. I moaned and swore as I started to move, building up to a good pace while he held onto the wall tightened around me. I shifted, making sure that I’d hit the spot.
“Fuck Sylar. Yeah, right there.”
“Got your ass figured out, don’t I?” I teased, picking up the pace, and started to slam into him. I was close, and so was here. I could feel our bond, the twining of our powers and empathy, along with the heat of our bodies while we fucked. It was magic. It was all that I wanted and needed, and I felt my body start to tighten as my orgasm started to spark along my nerves, tightening my balls against my body. I stroked at Peter with telekinesis, making sure that I had the right amount of pressure on his prostrate to make him come with me. My vision went white as I bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming into the night as I came. I reached around to finish Peter off until his come hit the wall in front of him.
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Comments as always are greatly appreciated.
