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Title: Anniversary
Author: faycequevoudras
Claim: Heroes: Nathan Petrelli/Mohinder/Sylar/Gabriel Gray
Table: Sexual Healing
Prompt: Ritual
Rating: PG for talk of torture and kink
Summary: Nathan's invited to watch a game he was never part of before.
Warnings: Likely to contain series spoilers. Also, this claim is by the nature of the writer and the claim very slash friendly. May contain sexual situations, violence, consensual pain and moments of a d/s nature. You have been warned.
Notes: This all takes place within a rather AU universe. Gabriel suffers from DiD and Sylar is his other personality. The four are in a polyamorous quad with Sylar not quite good but working to control the hunger.
It was something that Sylar and Mohinder did every year. In the past the two of them went off together, spent a weekend in a hotel and returned without saying a word. Nathan knew, at least the barest bones of truth, why they went and what they were doing but it had been three years of them together before the invitation came.
This year they were asking to stay home, for Nathan to watch what happened on that anniversary so that he might understand the bond that ran between the two of them, that bond that Sylar and Suresh shared, just as Nathan and Gabriel held their own special moments just for the two of them.
During the days before, Sylar was agitated. He paced the loft like a caged animal, a dangerous predator that had caught the scent of it's prey. He snapped too easily, growled too much and finally gave over to Gabriel for that last day until the anniversary. Both called it that, not telling Nathan just what they were commemorating. When he stepped into the bedroom that night, it was less clear than it had been all week.
All of the furniture was pushed back against the wall, the carpet covered in plastic and new furniture had been moved in. A straight backed chair, a simple desk, and a metal box. Alone they were odd but not disturbing. Two things pushed it that last little bit from confusing into worrisome. The arms of the chair had bondage straps around the arms, and beside the chair stood an I.V. stand. Nathan stood in the doorway. He looked over the items, over Mohinder standing beside the desk. His nose twitched.
"What is that smell,' he asked, only moving forward when Sylar's hand pressed against the small of his back.
"Chai." Suresh picked up the tea cup that sat on the desk, a single mint green cup from which the aromatic smoke billowed. "It's what we were drinking, well Sylar was drinking, when I revealed to him that I knew he was not Zane Taylor and was actually Sylar."
Those words, the way Sylar brushed past him to circle the chair, and Nathan was reevaluating what he was looking at. It wasn't just an anniversary then. It was...
"And you're going to recreate that day,' he asked, still not entirely sure what to make of the arrangement.
"It's what we do,' Sylar admitted. "Gabriel doesn't know. He can't know. This day, what happened that day, it nearly broke him but me?" He sighed, moving to sit in the chair, arms settling on the armrests.
"But Sylar cherishes it,' Mohinder said, stepping before his lover and kneeling to secure the straps. Ankles and wrists, tightly pressed to the chair until the wood duck into his skin even through the fabric of the long sleeved shirt and jeans he wore. "He craves things I did to him, how he felt in that moment. Therefor, once a year, I give him what it is he so desperately needs." Suresh kept speaking as he readied the I.V. and slid the needle into Sylar's vein. "This year we wanted to show you because we don't want secrets, Nathan. You don't have to do anything but watch, if you even choose to stay,' he said, adjusting the drip of saline solution. Once it had been narcotics to keep Sylar pliable but they were long past needing that. "But we wanted you to know what happens on this anniversary."
Leaning back in the chair, Sylar closed his eyes. It was obvious he was soaking up the sensation, the fluid in his veins, diluting his blood. He was just feeling and smelling, nostrils twitching. One eye opened, a lazy smile curving his lips. "Do you want all the details, Petrelli?"
Nathan nodded, just once.
"He's going to torture me. He's going to make me scream, to beg for the list and eventually my life. He's going to use my own powers against me, brutalize me in ways that could paralyze me and, before the days over, he's going to put a gun to my head. A loaded gun,' he added before Nathan could ask if it was all for show. "Everything he did to me that first night."
Suresh had moved back to lean against the desk, listening to Sylar as he watched Nathan's reaction. "Everything I did. We tend to skip the part where Sylar tortured me within an inch of my life and made me wish I was dead."
Nathan blinked when Sylar laughed at that statement. "Our anniversary is about my kinks, not my crimes,' he said, the words sounding more like Suresh's than his own.
There was silence.
"Nathan?" Mohinder moved from the desk with a slow, swaying step. He came to stop in front of Petrelli, looking into those sharp, dangerous eyes. "Do you wish to stay or go?"
Nathan said not a word, turning to the door... and then closing it firmly.
Sylar smiled wider even as Mohinder picked up the tuning fork.
Author: faycequevoudras
Claim: Heroes: Nathan Petrelli/Mohinder/Sylar/Gabriel Gray
Table: Sexual Healing
Prompt: Ritual
Rating: PG for talk of torture and kink
Summary: Nathan's invited to watch a game he was never part of before.
Warnings: Likely to contain series spoilers. Also, this claim is by the nature of the writer and the claim very slash friendly. May contain sexual situations, violence, consensual pain and moments of a d/s nature. You have been warned.
Notes: This all takes place within a rather AU universe. Gabriel suffers from DiD and Sylar is his other personality. The four are in a polyamorous quad with Sylar not quite good but working to control the hunger.
It was something that Sylar and Mohinder did every year. In the past the two of them went off together, spent a weekend in a hotel and returned without saying a word. Nathan knew, at least the barest bones of truth, why they went and what they were doing but it had been three years of them together before the invitation came.
This year they were asking to stay home, for Nathan to watch what happened on that anniversary so that he might understand the bond that ran between the two of them, that bond that Sylar and Suresh shared, just as Nathan and Gabriel held their own special moments just for the two of them.
During the days before, Sylar was agitated. He paced the loft like a caged animal, a dangerous predator that had caught the scent of it's prey. He snapped too easily, growled too much and finally gave over to Gabriel for that last day until the anniversary. Both called it that, not telling Nathan just what they were commemorating. When he stepped into the bedroom that night, it was less clear than it had been all week.
All of the furniture was pushed back against the wall, the carpet covered in plastic and new furniture had been moved in. A straight backed chair, a simple desk, and a metal box. Alone they were odd but not disturbing. Two things pushed it that last little bit from confusing into worrisome. The arms of the chair had bondage straps around the arms, and beside the chair stood an I.V. stand. Nathan stood in the doorway. He looked over the items, over Mohinder standing beside the desk. His nose twitched.
"What is that smell,' he asked, only moving forward when Sylar's hand pressed against the small of his back.
"Chai." Suresh picked up the tea cup that sat on the desk, a single mint green cup from which the aromatic smoke billowed. "It's what we were drinking, well Sylar was drinking, when I revealed to him that I knew he was not Zane Taylor and was actually Sylar."
Those words, the way Sylar brushed past him to circle the chair, and Nathan was reevaluating what he was looking at. It wasn't just an anniversary then. It was...
"And you're going to recreate that day,' he asked, still not entirely sure what to make of the arrangement.
"It's what we do,' Sylar admitted. "Gabriel doesn't know. He can't know. This day, what happened that day, it nearly broke him but me?" He sighed, moving to sit in the chair, arms settling on the armrests.
"But Sylar cherishes it,' Mohinder said, stepping before his lover and kneeling to secure the straps. Ankles and wrists, tightly pressed to the chair until the wood duck into his skin even through the fabric of the long sleeved shirt and jeans he wore. "He craves things I did to him, how he felt in that moment. Therefor, once a year, I give him what it is he so desperately needs." Suresh kept speaking as he readied the I.V. and slid the needle into Sylar's vein. "This year we wanted to show you because we don't want secrets, Nathan. You don't have to do anything but watch, if you even choose to stay,' he said, adjusting the drip of saline solution. Once it had been narcotics to keep Sylar pliable but they were long past needing that. "But we wanted you to know what happens on this anniversary."
Leaning back in the chair, Sylar closed his eyes. It was obvious he was soaking up the sensation, the fluid in his veins, diluting his blood. He was just feeling and smelling, nostrils twitching. One eye opened, a lazy smile curving his lips. "Do you want all the details, Petrelli?"
Nathan nodded, just once.
"He's going to torture me. He's going to make me scream, to beg for the list and eventually my life. He's going to use my own powers against me, brutalize me in ways that could paralyze me and, before the days over, he's going to put a gun to my head. A loaded gun,' he added before Nathan could ask if it was all for show. "Everything he did to me that first night."
Suresh had moved back to lean against the desk, listening to Sylar as he watched Nathan's reaction. "Everything I did. We tend to skip the part where Sylar tortured me within an inch of my life and made me wish I was dead."
Nathan blinked when Sylar laughed at that statement. "Our anniversary is about my kinks, not my crimes,' he said, the words sounding more like Suresh's than his own.
There was silence.
"Nathan?" Mohinder moved from the desk with a slow, swaying step. He came to stop in front of Petrelli, looking into those sharp, dangerous eyes. "Do you wish to stay or go?"
Nathan said not a word, turning to the door... and then closing it firmly.
Sylar smiled wider even as Mohinder picked up the tuning fork.