Sylar - Gabriel Gray

Character: Sylar/Gabriel
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1961
Rating: R - NSFW Violence and Smut
Prompts:
Teeth by Lady Gaga. for scifi_muses
Notes: Written for the 2010 sylar_peter Advent Calendar Day 24.
Gabriel is graylikeme and featured with much love. Thanks to flying_monkees for betaing for me.

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This should be easier. We are the same person. It shouldn’t be difficult to figure out what Gabe thinks is romantic. When I come downstairs dressed up to take him out for our date, I get the impression that he’s caught between being pleased and giggling. He looks good. He looks really good.

“We should do this more often,” I say, with a grin.

“I hate dressing up, brother.” He pouts a bit and runs his fingers along the lapels of my jacket. “But you look good.”

“So do you.” I don’t let him object, silencing him with another kiss.

Drabble List

Gabe is graylikeme who is as always featured with much love.

Character: Gabriel and Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 593
Rating: PG
Prompt: What was whispered in his ear. 100_fairytales

I'm your only friend....

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100 Fairytales Table

Character: Sylar/Gabriel
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 454
Rating: PG suggested slashyness
Notes: rp_shadesofgray verse
Prompt:Morpheus: If real is what you can feel, smell, taste and see, then 'real' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain for scifi_muses

The Red Pill

Can’t sleep, and it’s not because clowns will eat me. I almost laugh at my own joke, but I don’t want to wake Gabe. He’s sleeping next to me, rolled onto his stomach, one arm wrapped around the pillow. The bed’s much smaller than we’re used to, but it’s a step or twelve up from the cot at the shop. After a week of hiding there, I finally convinced him that we could move to a hotel and room hop until we found them.

I trace a finger over his shoulder, then kiss along his neck, doing my best not to wake him up. But I need the contact. I’m afraid that I’m going to fall asleep, and he’ll be gone. Not because of the Other either. Because I’m afraid time will repair itself.

When Angela was slaughtered, it thought that would be the end of the chaos she’d caused. I was terrified that Gabriel and Candice would both be taken from me as time righted itself. They’d be yanked back to their own realities, and I’d be alone in what was left of mine.

But when that didn’t happen, I relaxed. Well as much as I could while preparing for my darker counterpart to come after me. When he destroyed the Company, killing Nakamura, I was certain that would be the end of it all. He was the master of time and space after all, and if time was going to reset you’d think his death would make that happen.

It didn’t. We’re still here. The three of us, our broken, fucked up little family is still here, and so are all the others who have been trapped here. More are arriving every day. They aren’t all specials or people that I know. Regular people are overlapping too, and no one seems to notice or care.

Angela thought she was the nexus, the reason for the swirling vortex, but she was wrong. It didn’t matter that she died. It didn’t matter that Hiro died. I was the subject of their experiment. I was the reason time was shattered. I’m the reason it stays broken.

The watchmaker’s son responsible for layer upon layer of time mingling and crashing into itself for eternity. As long as I’m alive people will be drawn here, ripped from their own realities. If I was a better man, I’d find a way to fix it. If I was Peter Petrelli, I’d sacrifice myself to set things right.

But I’m not the hero. I never will be.

I curl my arms around Gabriel, breathing in his scent, and kiss the back of his neck one more time. I won’t let him go. We will be together until time itself ends.

He almost killed me. One minute I’m trying to explain how our ability works, and the next he’s hit me in the back of the head with a coffee mug. The irony of that wasn’t lost as my forehead smashed into the kitchen cabinet, and I went down my chin snapping on the counter on the way to the floor. My mouth was filled with blood, and Gabriel was on top of me. He hit me again, harder this time, and I blacked out.

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