watchmakersylar | 6 Word Story

Current Mood: pessimistic
Current Music: verse: rp_shadesofgray

"So to make you happy, I'm supposed to kill someone innocent. That way I'm proving to you I'm nothing more than a killer, and you get to feel smug about being right while someone dies? Some hero you turned out to be." I laugh and wave a hand. "Then we must be soul mates, because I'm a sadistic fuck."

"Shut the fuck up! I wanted to be the Hero a long time ago, isn't all it's cracked up to be." I hate how he can turn things around like that, asshole. "I've grown up. I don't have the same hopes and dreams. Hell hopes are always dashed and dreams never come true anyway."

"Soul mates? What a riot. Thought Bennet and the other Peter hit your kinks just fine?"

"Maybe you should. There's nothing wrong with wanting a better world." I feel like my brain is wrapped in cotton. The angrier he tries to make me the worst the trapped feeling gets, but there's nothing I can do about it without losing who I am. Who I tried so hard to be. "Bennet and Peter are my loves. I will do anything for them. They aren't my kinks."

I look at him, his tone, his manner... He's being such a pussy. "Not your kinks... No they wouldn't be would they?" I use my newest ability that I'd stolen from another Sylar and shift my appearance to mirror his. No shirt him. "This is more your kink isn't? God you're so pathetic." I stand up and loom over him before shifting back to myself.

"I am not weak." I lunge at him, wrapping my arms around his waist and sending us into the wall. "I am tired of being your punching bag! Tired of being the one you blame for everything! I am tired of YOU!"

My head hits the wall and I see stars for all of two seconds. I'm laughing. I can't help it and in the end, it's what gets me in trouble the most. "I didn't call you weak. I said you were pathetic. P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C." I raise my hands and slice them down on the sides of his neck, hitting him hard.

"Son of a bitch." When he hits me, I end up biting my tongue, filling my mouth with blood. I lick it off and bring the top of my head up under his chin. I grab as much of his hair as I can and twist. "Do you want to see the monster, Peter? Then here he is."

My teeth rattle together or at least that's what it sounds like when his head hits me under the chin. His hand in my hair pulling is another matter entirely though. It's a different pain that doesn't go to my brain, but to my groin.

I breath deeply as he rages pulling my hair more. Fucking a, he would be right up against me when he's doing that too. I grab a hold of his hair too, pulling back at him. I want to hit him, but instead I turn my head, pulling against his hold which only makes things worse. "Fuck!"

The trickle of blood running down his lip draws my attention. With a growl, I bring his face close to mine and lick the blood away, running my tongue over his lips. My other hand slides between us teasing him through his jeans.

Damn it, I'd had my eyes closed just concentrating on breathing when his tongue touches me. I growl and and try to bite it as it slides along my lips. I can't fucking control the shiver that passes over me and it pisses me off.

When his hand touches me, I jerk my knee and try to catch him in the groin, my hand grabbing his to stop him. "You sick fuck!" I yell, but by now I can feel his desire and it's feeding my own.

I get my knee between his legs, not to hurt him but to keep him from hurting me. Panting I press my mouth against his, biting his lower lip and drawing it into my mouth. I've never hated anyone more in my life or wanted to fuck someone more.

"Go ahead and bite me, Peter. I love it."

I screw my eyes shut tightly so I can't see the desire he has on his face for me. Doesn't help, I can still feel him. His knee between my legs rubbing my cock. Damn but it feels good. I hate him, but I hate myself more for wanting this.

He invites me to bite him, so I do. I bite his bottom lip just as he'd bitten mine. I growl into his mouth tasting blood and him. "But God is this fucked up!" My hand still his hair pulling as my other scrapes at his sides and stomach.

Pain, blood, desire, it's all the same to me. It always has been, even before the monster was born, I loved this. It's strange, I know his taste, but to have him hate me sends a thrill right through me.

"Hate me. Want me. It's all the same isn't it?" I lick my lip and growl.

I'm so fucking confused. Where's his tits? He doesn't have a clit. I don't know how to satisfy him and I sure as hell am not sucking his dick... And yet I fucking want him.

"God I hate you." I give in. Covering his mouth with mine in an actual kiss. Kissing I know how to do, male or female. My teeth rake against the stubble he has and it sends a weird thrill through me.

I'm smiling while he kisses me. I can feel his confusion and just how much he wants this. I remember feeling like that months ago when I touched

empatheticpete the first time. I'd been so fucking clueless.

But now I had a distinct advantage. He might hate me, but I knew what his body liked. I let go of his hair, still kissing him, sucking his tongue into my mouth, and slipped my free hand down the front of his jeans. My fingertips grazing his cock.

If I wasn't already flush against the wall, his fingers on my cock would have made me move back more. I hated that it was already at attention and jumped even more, ached to be touched.

I groan into his mouth still biting when I can. Hate leaks off me, but it doesn't keep me from wanting him. I'm still fighting him, if only a little. I let his hair go and take to ripping his shirt apart. Tearing it to shreds if I can.

I can't help but laugh as his fingers tear my shirt apart. Shifting my hand, I wrap it around him and give him a squeeze. He's as hard as I am, and it makes me purr. I've finally got the arrogant son of a bitch right where I want him.

"I'm going to make you scream my name, Peter." I whisper as I suck his earlobe into my mouth and clamp my teeth down on it.

I wince at the pain, loving and hating it. His rough fingers on my sensitive cock. It's all driving me crazy. I'm growling like a feral animal as my hips rock against his hand.

This wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't wearing a shit-eating grin and didn't sound so self-satisfied. I bend down, biting his shoulder as hard as I can, lapping at the blood. "I will not scream your name asshole!"

"I think you'll do anything I want, Peter." I nibble along his chin, sharp little bites, as I found my way back to his mouth. That mouth that I can never resist. I slide my tongue over his teeth, and tighten my grip on him as I stroke.

I can feel his excitement and hate, and take my hand away at just the right moment to make him hiss. I duck my face down and bite one of his nipples, rolling it between my teeth while undoing his jeans and pushing them down.

One last tug with my teeth, and I step back licking the blood from my lips. "I've changed my mind, Peter."

I'm too fucking stunned to say a god-damned word. That fucking asshole, leaving me with my dick hard and hanging out like that. God I want to find the special who's look does kill because I want that fucking power. Kill him dead with one glance after his dick's so hard he can't stand it.

I lean down pulling my fucking pants back up, glaring for all I am worth. I can't walk away without a single word, that's just not me. "Your fucking loss then." I wish I could smile, show him it isn't affecting me but I can't.

"This would be the place that I do the evil laugh." So I do. "Damn but you do have a sweet ass, Petrelli. Go see Mohinder. I'm sure he'll take care of your little problem."