Pieces to a puzzle...

[fixthepast]

Somehow I've found myself working for the Company.  Still not sure how that happened but it's not something I was going to turn down either.  A chance to be around all these specials?  Gain their powers and fuck with their minds?  What's not to love?  But for now I have to do all the tedious work and the first person I get to see is Sylar. He comes

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[heartofmurder]

I give a small shrug, "Maybe it was wrong, but it's just something I dealt with." I consider his question, "I think it was a little of both. My parents... they just... there was always something off. I'm pretty sure my father left because of me." And because my mother was crazy, but mostly cause of me. Maybe he knew. "And so I guess I pushed the world away too, but only because it pushed me away first."

"I was nine," I glance at him, then look back down at my empty glass. "Well, your dad was wrong. You're better than your brother and probably better than most of your family." Jesus christ, what am I saying? He fills our glasses again and I take a nice long sip.

"Hey, the world has no idea. The things we could do..." We. I kinda like that. He may not be completely on my level, but he's mostly up to par. I've never shared this much with anyone and I doubt it's just because of the wine. "Man, it's hot in here," I chuckle, taking another sip of wine before trying to unbutton my shirt. unfortunately I try to unbutton it with the same hand as I'm holding the wine and it sloshes all over me, "Shit!" I exclaim, but now I can't stop laughing. I know I should be embarrassed, but I can't seem to manage that at the same time.

[fixthepast]

So we both wanted to get away from our families and the outside world. "It's amazing just how much we have in common." I say quietly, not wanting him to get upset. "I seriously doubt your father left because of you. You sound like you were a good kid, why would he do that? No, there must've been some other reason I'm sure." I look over at him. Nine? Jesus christ. That must've been hard on him.

"Sorry he left. Maybe you were better off without him around." I shrug, then turn more to look at him when he says I'm better than my whole family. That's really not something I expected him to say, I thought for sure he'd give me shit about it. "Thank you, I appreciate it. I always strived to be better, to show them they were wrong." I laugh when he says the things we could do.

"We'd really set the world on its ear, make it stand up and listen." I tilt my head and drink more of my wine when he says it's hot. "I don't think it's that..." He goes to unbutton his shirt and spills the wine all over it. Shit is right. He starts laughing and I grin, shaking my head. "Graceful. Come on, Lets get that cleaned up before it stains." Getting up, I take his hand and lead him into the bathroom. "Take off your shirt."

What the fuck am I doing? I really shouldn't be doing this but...I'm just helping him clean up a stain, that's all. There's nothing else to it, I don't want to see his body at all, not one bit. I'm not curious to see what he looks like under there. "If we hurry and get it under cold water, we can probably get it all out." I start helping him unbutton it.

[heartofmurder]

I look at him thoughtfully, then just give him a nod, "Maybe we did have a lot in common." I can't imagine anyone els being like me, though. "I don't know, my dad would get this look in his eyes when he'd see me. He taught me some good skills, but there was always something missing there." I was a good kid. I was a very good kid. I didn't understand. "My mother went a little crazy after that." Or maybe she always was.

I give a small shrug, "Maybe, but I doubt it. My mother pushed me in every direction after that." All I wanted to do was what my father did. I know what he means about striving to be better. "I always strive for that too. We can always be better, we can always do more." Be stronger, get more abilities.

WHen I spill, I should get angry at him for his comment, but I'm smiling too and then he's pulling me up and to the bathroom, "I hope I didn't get any on your couch. I'm sorry." He's telling me to take my shirt off and I can't help the amused look on my face. But i start unbuttoning it, and then his warm fingers are right there with mine. Normally I'd be self conscious, but right now this just seems like the most logical idea, "I'm usually not clumsy. I mean, you know." My fingers tangle with his, brushing against my chest.

[fixthepast]

"Maybe he was feeling guilty about what he was doing or maybe there was some other reason for it. You can't blame yourself for him leaving Sylar. That was all him, you were a kid. You did nothing wrong, I'm sure of it." His father probably was projecting his guilt to Sylar and he felt it, feeling like it was his fault. Just like a child of divorced parents, they always feel like it was their fault when it wasn't.

"We'll show them just how wrong they are about us." I nod. When we get into the bathroom, he apologizes about the couch. "Please. I don't think you got any on it and if you did? It's not a big deal. Either the stain will come out or it won't. If not, I'll find a use for it. That's why cushions have two sides." I chuckle. He looks amused when I tell him to take off his shirt but he's being slow about it.

I can feel his fingers brushing against mine as I help him with his shirt and I try to ignore the tug I feel deep in my stomach. Hookers can only do so much for you, really. People really do need that connection. "Yeah, I know. You're usually very careful." I look into his eyes and our fingers tangle together and I can feel his warm skin under my fingers. Shit. Before I can think, I let my fingers trail through the hair on his chest, keeping my eyes on his.

[heartofmurder]

"I was a strange kid. I.. didn't belong. I was meant for more and maybe they felt that. My mother always did. She always pushed me so hard, she always wanted better, more. My dad... just wanted me to be a watchmaker like he was. I wanted that that too." God, once again I'm going to regret talking to him about all this when I'm sober, but maybe not.

"I probably have an ability for stain removal, we just have to find the right one," I chuckle, then laugh a little harder when he says the cushions have two sides. He looks so good right now in this light, "I really like your bathroom." Way to be strange, Sylar.

"I'm usually very careful," I tell him, then his fingers are trailing across my chest, through my hair and I suck in a breath, freezing up. No one has ever really touched me like this. I mean, there have been a few fumbles here and there, but he looks so intent, so... wanting. I don't really understand it, but I just let him.

[fixthepast]

"I never fit in either but the opposite reason. My parents thought I'd be nothing, that I'd amount to nothing and I wasn't worth their effort." That and the strange things I used to do didn't help. I grin when he says he has an ability that could get the stain out but I'm not thinking about any of that right now, just how warm he feels.

Keeping my eyes locked with his, I nod slowly. "I'm sure you are. You seem like the careful type." I hear him suck in the breath and freeze but I just keep my fingers moving slowly. His skin is warmer than I thought and I hadn't expected him to be quite this hairy. I should've, considering his arms and such but still, it's a pleasant surprise.

"You need to take your shirt completely off. It's hard to wash while you're still wearing it." I tell him as I move my hands up to his shoulders to push his shirt off. Damn. He has a much better body than I thought. More muscular then I expected. The corner of my mouth quirks up and I slide his shirt down his arms, taking my time.

[heartofmurder]

"Little did our parents know." I wonder what he would say if he knew I killed my mother. She got what she wanted and she turned me away. Looked at me like a monster. He's not looking at me like that at all. In fact, I've never had anyone look at me like this before, but it's not bad. Not at all.

His fingers keep moving and I start to feel a little self conscious, but I can't even move right now. I just watch him. He tells me to take my shirt off completely and I blink, "O-Oh... yeah, washing it..." I stutter, my breathing getting heavier as his fingers move higher, pushing my shirt off my shoulders, "W-What are you doing?" I ask softly as his hands take their time, running down my arms.

He's so soft and warm. His hands feel so good and I suddenly feel a stirring in my groin. Fuck. Why is he doing this? What is his angle? My brain is too fuzzy to figure it out and really, I just want him to keep going, whatever he's doing.

[fixthepast]

He stammers and I can tell that he's not used to this, that he's not done this very often. This is going to be fun, more fun than I thought. His breathing grows heavier and I just keep my hands moving down his arms. "What am I doing?" I blink slowly. "Thought that was kind of obvious. I was helping you take your shirt off."

I manage to get his shirt off and I turn, filling the sink with cold water and putting the shirt in it to soak before turning back to him. My eyes roam over his body. Jesus. I reach out, my fingers trailing down his chest and over his stomach. I have no idea why I'm doing this but it feels right. "You didn't get any on your pants, did you? We should soak those too, just in case."

Moving closer to him, my fingers skim along the edge of his pants. I keep my eyes on him, wondering if he's going to lash out, push me away or not. I hope not, really, this feels so damn good. Taking a chance, I stretch up and brush my lips over his.

[heartofmurder]

"Yeah... b-but..." I swallow hard, trying to calm my racing heart. He stops touching me for a moment, pulling my shirt off completely and I'm finally able to tear my eyes away and over to the sink. Right, my shirt. I got wine on my shirt. That's all it was. Jesus christ, Sylar.

But then his hands are back on me and I really need to get my brain working. It's hard though, when his hands just keep going lower. God. My body is on fire, the heat burning through me like nothing I've felt before. This is different, so different than anything I'm used to. It takes me a moment to realize he's even talking to me, "My pants? I don't..." I look down at them, jumping a bit when his fingers skim along the edge.

When I look back up, he's closer and my eyes go slightly wide. I must look ridiculous right now. I must look so pathetic. I should do something, move my hands, anything, but suddenly I just can't. Suddenly I'm just completely out of my element. I let out a soft sound when his lips brush over mine and oh god, that feeling in my stomach. Butterflies. That's as close a description as I have for it.

[fixthepast]

He really is innocent, it's lovely to see. The great Sylar, flustered and confused and lost. If I wasn't craving him so much right now, it'd almost be funny. But it's not. I love that I'm doing this to him with simple touches. If he's having trouble with this, what's he going to do if I keep going? Lets find out.

"Yes, your pants. Kick your shoes off." I tell him, keeping my eyes locked on his as I work at his belt, getting it undone and I slowly pull it through the loops, letting it slide along. His eyes widen at me and I give him a lopsided grin. The sound he lets out is wonderful and I want to hear more of them.

Once I get the belt off, I undo the button and slide the zipper down. "We can't take any chances. I don't want to be a horrible host and make you wear stained clothes." My grin widens, wondering how far he'll let me go. I want him in my bed but I'm not sure he'll let me. He's not pushing me away though, that's a good sign. I run my nail down from his navel to the edge of his boxers.

[heartofmurder]

"Oh... okay," I tell him when he tells me to kick my shoes off. I shouldn't listen. I should just grab my shirt and go... but god, I don't really want to. I like his hands on me, I like the look on his face. I love the way this feels, if I didn't also feel like I was going to throw up from nerves. Calm down. I need to calm down.

I kick my shoes off, grabbing on to the sink to steady myself as I wobble, then I look back down as my belt is pulled from my pants. Damn, he works fast. I'm pretty sure there's no wine on my pants, but he also just kissed me and I'm not sure what this means. Well, in the back of my head I know, but I just can't believe it. Why would he want this with me? He gets hooker and women and I'm neither of those things. Then again, he never said the hookers were women. Jesus.

"I... I don't have anything else to wear," I manage to get out, then my face gets completely hot as he pulls my zipper down, revealing my erection pressing against my boxers. "I uh... I..." I slide my hand in front of it, trying to somehow cover it, but I'm pretty sure it's too late for that.

[fixthepast]

He looks so dazed and I love that look on his face, it's good on him. He really hasn't had much experience, has he. Fuck, that's going to make this even better. I glance down as he kicks his shoes off and then he holds on to the edge of the sink to steady himself. "Don't worry, we'll figure that out later. Once we get the stains out, I'll throw your things in the washer and then dry them."

I watch as his face gets red and I feel his hand moving. Looking down, he tries to cover himself and I raise an eyebrow, breathing deeply. "You don't have to do that." I tell him softly, moving his hand away. Jesus. He's getting hard already and I haven't done anything to him, not really. He looks wonderful. Keeping my eyes on his, I slide his pants down, sliding down his body to get them to pool around his feet.

"Lift." I tap one leg, pulling the pants leg off, doing the same with the other. Tossing them to the side, I stand back up. "We should find you something to wear for now." My eyes travel down his body, lingering on the front of his boxers. I can't wait to get my hands around that. Is he a screamer or does he just lay there and moan? I hope he's vocal, I love when they're vocal. He's going to be restrained, resisting at first but I'll get him to open up, to let go of that control he likes so much.

Taking his hand, I pull him into my room, my thumb running along his wrist and then over his palm. He's nervous and scared, like a rabbit in a trap, and I need him to calm down so he can enjoy this as much as I am.