The Taste of Pain - Future Peter/Sylar
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italianeaglesctCharacter: Future Peter and Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1303
Rating: R for language and smut
Prompt:
Notes: Set after I am Become Death. This was written for @to_be_empath on Twitter who was my 200th Follower there. If you'd like to follow me I'm @mib_peter.
I can taste his pain, his sorrow and his rage. He’s trying to so hard to keep it in check, but I can feel it. Gabriel hasn’t moved in hours, standing on the rooftop where I used to come with Nathan when I needed to think. Or blackmail him into admitting that he could fly. I’m worried about him.
We haven’t always gotten along, but when ma told us we were his family, he changed. He stopped killing, and he made a life for himself. Even after he found out ma lied, and we weren’t brothers, he kept on his path to redemption.
I was the killer now, the rebel, the bastard who was thwarting Nathan’s plans. Fucking up his deranged idea to make everyone in the world special, by blowing up factories, high jacking shipments of the serum, and anything else I could do to stop the end of the world. None of that worked.
“I tried, Gabe. I thought going back in time would stop this from happening. I was trying to make it a better world.” I stepped up behind him and rubbed my hand between his shoulder blades. He was so tense that I thought he’d snap from my touch. “Thank you for coming for me. Claire would have left me for dead.”
“I had to come for you, Peter.” He turned and finally let me see the tears that were running down his face. “You’re all I have left. Nathan’s betrayed us both. We’re all alone now.”
“I wish it had worked, Gabe.” I pull his face down to mine, brushing the tears away with the pad of my thumbs. “I’m so fucking sorry. I’m a shitty brother.”
He sniffled and let out a snort, not pulling away from me, he never did that. “No, Nathan’s a shitty brother. You’re just stupid, but you tried to do the right thing.”
“I love you, Gabriel.” Another tremor ran through his body, and I pulled him close, wrapping my arms around his neck. “This is my fault.”
“No it’s Claire and Nathan’s fault. At least that son of a bitch is dead.” I should have winced when he mentioned Nathan’s death. The Peter from the past had done that, but I couldn’t muster up an ounce of remorse. The pain I was sharing with Gabriel for Noah’s death was so much more than that. “Peter it’s OK.”
“No it’s not. I loved him too.” Now I was crying, while I carded my fingers through his hair, rocking him slowly. “I was his uncle Peter.”
“You were more than that.” His lips brushed over mine, a hint of a kiss, something we hadn’t shared in a long time. Mine parted for him, drawing his tongue into my mouth. “I’ve missed you so much. Please take me home with you tonight.”
“There’s no place else I’d want you to be.” I closed my eyes, keeping a tight hold of him and ported us to my place. Stepping away, I smiled as he looked around the converted loft that I called my temporary home. “Sorry it’s even worse than my old apartment, but they keep finding me. I don’t have much that’s mine anymore.”
“It’s still so strange for me. For you to be the bad guy,” he said as he picked up a beat up old book from next to my bed. He’d given it to me when we’d first given into our feelings for each other. “You kept this.”
“Of course I did.” I walked over, taking the book from his hands and bringing his fingers to my mouth to kiss them. He brushed my hair out of my face, tracing my scar. “You gave it to me.”
“I killed so many people, Peter. I don’t know if I can live with that and Noah without you.”
“You won’t have to. We’re together now.” I slipped my hands under his t-shirt, tracing my fingers over his chest. Stepping close to give him another kiss, then peeled his shirt off and mine soon followed. “We can do anything together.”
“I can’t stop crying. I can’t be Gabriel anymore, Peter. I’m not strong enough. Can you love Sylar?”
“I’ll make you feel better. Let me take care of you, Sylar.” I stopped, my hands caught in his waistband and reached up to brush my fingers over his lips. “I love you.”
He nodded and watched while I finished stripped off his clothes and mine, and then took my hand while I pulled him onto my bed with me. His skin was so cool next to mine. The scar he’d earned in Kirby Plaza was gone this time, but he’d been completely reborn after the explosion.
“I love you, Peter.” He looked up at me from the pillows, his lashes still spiked from tears.
We kissed until our lips were swollen, or would have been if the damned regen didn’t constantly heal us. My hand slid between us, to find his cock, stroking until he was hard, rubbing my thumb over the tip until he moaned into my mouth. When he reached for mine, I told him no. “Tonight is about you. Not me.”
He let out a moan as I took him in my mouth, running my tongue in slow circles around him. I’d forgotten how he tasted, but hadn’t forgotten what he liked. The fingers of one of his hands gripped my hair was the other twisted into the sheets. Christ I’d missed him, missed his taste and his touch. Missed the noises I could draw out of him.
“Fuck Peter,” Sylar hissed as I scraped my teeth over him, and trailed spiders of electricity over his thighs before cupping and massaging his balls. I could feel the pain slipping into the background while his pleasure took precedence. His love for me was as strong as it had ever been.
I held him down with a bit of telekinesis when he arched his back and drove up into my mouth. Picking up the pace, I started to work in rhythm with his ragged breathing, each intake of breath found him deep in my mouth. I opened myself to him, letting our empathy mingle so he could feel how much he mattered to me. He had to understand that I was here for him for good.
When he came he was screaming. I could feel the outflow of power from him surge around us. I was a little afraid for my windows, but he pulled it back as he dug his fingers into my scalp, twisting my hair painfully.
We lay there together, me with my head at his hip while we both tried to remember how to breathe, and then he pulled me up to kiss me. His tongue explored every bit of my mouth, as he held me close, slipping one leg between mine.
“I told him we were brothers,” he said, softly as he ran his lips over my throat.
“Why did you do that?” I asked, confused since he’d been so devastated when he found out Angela had lied.
“So that when he went back, he’d feel some love for his Sylar. I thought that way they could be happy.” Sylar smiled at me. There was still sadness in his eyes, but I knew he’d make it now. “That was the first step for us, and now it can be for them too.”
“That was nice of you.” I placed my hand over his heart. “Are you going to vanish again?”
“I was never that hidden, living in the Bennet house,” he said with a snort. “No, no more hiding for me. I’ll help you stop this, Peter. We’ll save the world together.”
“For Noah?” I asked as he laced our fingers together.
“For everyone, but especially for Noah.”
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1303
Rating: R for language and smut
Prompt:
Notes: Set after I am Become Death. This was written for @to_be_empath on Twitter who was my 200th Follower there. If you'd like to follow me I'm @mib_peter.
I can taste his pain, his sorrow and his rage. He’s trying to so hard to keep it in check, but I can feel it. Gabriel hasn’t moved in hours, standing on the rooftop where I used to come with Nathan when I needed to think. Or blackmail him into admitting that he could fly. I’m worried about him.
We haven’t always gotten along, but when ma told us we were his family, he changed. He stopped killing, and he made a life for himself. Even after he found out ma lied, and we weren’t brothers, he kept on his path to redemption.
I was the killer now, the rebel, the bastard who was thwarting Nathan’s plans. Fucking up his deranged idea to make everyone in the world special, by blowing up factories, high jacking shipments of the serum, and anything else I could do to stop the end of the world. None of that worked.
“I tried, Gabe. I thought going back in time would stop this from happening. I was trying to make it a better world.” I stepped up behind him and rubbed my hand between his shoulder blades. He was so tense that I thought he’d snap from my touch. “Thank you for coming for me. Claire would have left me for dead.”
“I had to come for you, Peter.” He turned and finally let me see the tears that were running down his face. “You’re all I have left. Nathan’s betrayed us both. We’re all alone now.”
“I wish it had worked, Gabe.” I pull his face down to mine, brushing the tears away with the pad of my thumbs. “I’m so fucking sorry. I’m a shitty brother.”
He sniffled and let out a snort, not pulling away from me, he never did that. “No, Nathan’s a shitty brother. You’re just stupid, but you tried to do the right thing.”
“I love you, Gabriel.” Another tremor ran through his body, and I pulled him close, wrapping my arms around his neck. “This is my fault.”
“No it’s Claire and Nathan’s fault. At least that son of a bitch is dead.” I should have winced when he mentioned Nathan’s death. The Peter from the past had done that, but I couldn’t muster up an ounce of remorse. The pain I was sharing with Gabriel for Noah’s death was so much more than that. “Peter it’s OK.”
“No it’s not. I loved him too.” Now I was crying, while I carded my fingers through his hair, rocking him slowly. “I was his uncle Peter.”
“You were more than that.” His lips brushed over mine, a hint of a kiss, something we hadn’t shared in a long time. Mine parted for him, drawing his tongue into my mouth. “I’ve missed you so much. Please take me home with you tonight.”
“There’s no place else I’d want you to be.” I closed my eyes, keeping a tight hold of him and ported us to my place. Stepping away, I smiled as he looked around the converted loft that I called my temporary home. “Sorry it’s even worse than my old apartment, but they keep finding me. I don’t have much that’s mine anymore.”
“It’s still so strange for me. For you to be the bad guy,” he said as he picked up a beat up old book from next to my bed. He’d given it to me when we’d first given into our feelings for each other. “You kept this.”
“Of course I did.” I walked over, taking the book from his hands and bringing his fingers to my mouth to kiss them. He brushed my hair out of my face, tracing my scar. “You gave it to me.”
“I killed so many people, Peter. I don’t know if I can live with that and Noah without you.”
“You won’t have to. We’re together now.” I slipped my hands under his t-shirt, tracing my fingers over his chest. Stepping close to give him another kiss, then peeled his shirt off and mine soon followed. “We can do anything together.”
“I can’t stop crying. I can’t be Gabriel anymore, Peter. I’m not strong enough. Can you love Sylar?”
“I’ll make you feel better. Let me take care of you, Sylar.” I stopped, my hands caught in his waistband and reached up to brush my fingers over his lips. “I love you.”
He nodded and watched while I finished stripped off his clothes and mine, and then took my hand while I pulled him onto my bed with me. His skin was so cool next to mine. The scar he’d earned in Kirby Plaza was gone this time, but he’d been completely reborn after the explosion.
“I love you, Peter.” He looked up at me from the pillows, his lashes still spiked from tears.
We kissed until our lips were swollen, or would have been if the damned regen didn’t constantly heal us. My hand slid between us, to find his cock, stroking until he was hard, rubbing my thumb over the tip until he moaned into my mouth. When he reached for mine, I told him no. “Tonight is about you. Not me.”
He let out a moan as I took him in my mouth, running my tongue in slow circles around him. I’d forgotten how he tasted, but hadn’t forgotten what he liked. The fingers of one of his hands gripped my hair was the other twisted into the sheets. Christ I’d missed him, missed his taste and his touch. Missed the noises I could draw out of him.
“Fuck Peter,” Sylar hissed as I scraped my teeth over him, and trailed spiders of electricity over his thighs before cupping and massaging his balls. I could feel the pain slipping into the background while his pleasure took precedence. His love for me was as strong as it had ever been.
I held him down with a bit of telekinesis when he arched his back and drove up into my mouth. Picking up the pace, I started to work in rhythm with his ragged breathing, each intake of breath found him deep in my mouth. I opened myself to him, letting our empathy mingle so he could feel how much he mattered to me. He had to understand that I was here for him for good.
When he came he was screaming. I could feel the outflow of power from him surge around us. I was a little afraid for my windows, but he pulled it back as he dug his fingers into my scalp, twisting my hair painfully.
We lay there together, me with my head at his hip while we both tried to remember how to breathe, and then he pulled me up to kiss me. His tongue explored every bit of my mouth, as he held me close, slipping one leg between mine.
“I told him we were brothers,” he said, softly as he ran his lips over my throat.
“Why did you do that?” I asked, confused since he’d been so devastated when he found out Angela had lied.
“So that when he went back, he’d feel some love for his Sylar. I thought that way they could be happy.” Sylar smiled at me. There was still sadness in his eyes, but I knew he’d make it now. “That was the first step for us, and now it can be for them too.”
“That was nice of you.” I placed my hand over his heart. “Are you going to vanish again?”
“I was never that hidden, living in the Bennet house,” he said with a snort. “No, no more hiding for me. I’ll help you stop this, Peter. We’ll save the world together.”
“For Noah?” I asked as he laced our fingers together.
“For everyone, but especially for Noah.”
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