White Collar Crime
And then, one day, he found something hidden away behind some books that almost shocked him. Well, shocked him because it was the last thing he expected to see from Sylar. There were porn books hidden back there, all with a similar theme. Who knew good boy Gabriel Gray had a kinky side to him. Smirking, Peter skimmed through the books, an idea forming.
It took him a while to find what he wanted, Sylar kept tight control in this world but sometimes things snuck through that he didn’t know about. Things like the outfit hanging in the back room of a party store. It wasn’t real, it was just a costume, but it was exactly what Peter needed. Grinning, he grabbed the costume and brought it back to the apartment, hiding it in his closet behind some clothes. Sylar would never find it. Now, he just had to wait for the right time.
He didn’t think it was ever going to come. He couldn’t seem to get away from Sylar for more than an hour or so and he needed longer than that. Even working on the wall didn’t help, Sylar kept him company. It seemed that now that they were at least on sort of speaking terms, the other man was afraid to let him out of his sight. Peter was getting to the point of telling Sylar to go away for a day, to piss him off so he would leave or something, when Sylar casually mentioned that he was going to go food hunting.
Peter tried to keep the enthusiasm out of his voice when he said that was fine and that Sylar should take his time, but he didn’t succeed very well. Sylar stared at him with narrowed eyes, uncertain but Peter just gave him an easy smile and after a few minutes of study, Sylar grunted and finished his breakfast before heading into the other room to get his bags.
“I’ll be back by dinner time,” Sylar said as he left the apartment.
Moving to the window, Peter watched as Sylar made his way down the street. There was a good chance that if he did this, the ex killer would lose it and try to kill him but considering this was all in Sylar’s head, he was pretty sure he was safe. Besides, they both needed this relief. Even if logically Peter knew it had only been a few hours since he’d come here, his mind felt like it had been years and it needed release, badly. His hand just wasn’t cutting it anymore.
Making sure Sylar was out of sight; Peter turned and started getting things ready. He’d found some canned goods so he could make a nice dinner and there was even a way to make a cake without eggs that he was going to try. Humming under his breath, he went to work.
Hours later, the apartment was ready. The food was cooking on the stove and the cake had just come out of the oven. Peter went into the bathroom, took a long shower and then stood in front of the mirror, putting the pants and shirt on, making sure they were neat and smooth. Picking up the white collar, he fastened it around his neck and took another look in the mirror. It could fool a real priest. Grinning, he went to wait for Sylar to come home.
He hadn’t been sitting in the chair surrounded by candles for long when he heard the door opening. Licking his lips, he watched as Sylar came in, stopping and staring at the kitchen.
“Peter? What’s going on?”
“I thought I’d make dinner tonight, since you’d been hunting all day.” Peter could tell the second that Sylar realized what he was wearing and he smirked. “What?” Sylar swallowed, a click in his dry throat audible even across the room. That just made Peter’s smirk widen as he walked over to the taller man. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Shaking his head, Sylar reached out and ran his fingers along the collar, stopping at the white square at the front of Peter’s throat. “Why?” he nearly croaked out and Peter could feel the shiver as it ran down Sylar’s spine.
“I found it and I thought it might be kind of fun. You could dress up too, if you wanted to.” Peter knew he wouldn’t though. Sylar could barely control himself right now as it was.
“No, I…Peter, you…”
“Yes, Sylar, me.” It was almost laughable how completely floored Sylar was. Peter took his hand, debating about making him eat but the look in the ex killer’s face told him that food was the last thing on his mind. Instead, Peter turned and pulled him towards the bedroom.
“I found the books, I know you like this.” Peter said softly and Sylar’s face grew red.
“You were snooping.”
“No…well, yes but not for anything specific, I was just curious. I didn’t know you had a thing for priests. Not that that’s a bad thing, I can’t blame you. They can be pretty hot sometimes.”
Sylar didn’t say anything, just ran his fingers over the collar again, then slid them down to work at the buttons of Peter’s shirt. Peter shivered as he felt rough fingertips scrape against his skin.
“You did this on purpose, are you sure you didn’t read my mind.” Dark eyes looked into Peter’s and he could swear they shifted black as he watched. His breathing quickened and Sylar smirked, opening the last button but leaving the shirt on Peter.
“No, I didn’t read your mind but it wasn’t hard to guess with the books.”
“Why did you do this Peter, really? Are you…” Sylar cut himself off, not finishing and Peter wasn’t sure what he was going to ask.
“Does it matter?” There was a look in Sylar’s eyes and Peter frowned, not sure what it was. He was about to ask when Sylar spoke again.
“No, it doesn’t matter.” Sylar leaned in, his lips almost touching Peter’s but then he stopped, uncertainty on his face.
Peter cleared up some of that for him and curled his fingers into the hair on the back of Sylar’s head, pulling him down for a soft kiss. It wasn’t that he cared for Sylar, he just wanted to get this out of his system, then he could relax again and he could get Sylar out of his rut.
Sylar let out a soft sound at the kiss and pulled Peter closer. His shirt rubbed against Peter’s bare chest and his breath hitched at the feeling of the cloth and buttons scratching him.
“Not bad but what else can you do?” Peter challenged him and Sylar pulled back slightly to stare at him. With a growl, Sylar shoved him down on the bed and covered his body. His fingers slid down Peter’s chest and stomach and Peter groaned, arching up.
Sylar gave him an evil grin and opened his pants, unzipping him half way. “Jesus, Sylar.” Peter breathed out, trying to press against him to get friction but Sylar shifted with him, not giving him what he wanted.
When Sylar did dip his hand into Peter’s pants, he gasped at the feel of Sylar’s long fingers. “Oh god, yes.”
“Do you think you should be calling out to God dressed like that?” Sylar whispered into Peter’s ear as he wrapped his hand around Peter’s cock, just holding him. It was driving Peter crazy and he tried to move, to get Sylar to move, but Sylar didn’t. He just pinned Peter down.
“You’re the one that started this, now you have to deal with the consequences.”
“What-?” Peter started but that’s when Sylar started moving his hand and Peter groaned at the feel of it. “Yeah, okay, consequences.” He could almost feel Sylar’s smirk against his ear. The teeth jerked a gasp out of him and he reached for Sylar.
Sylar didn’t let him get his hands on him though. Grabbing Peter’s arms, he pushed them above his head, pinning them to the bed. “Don’t move.” He growled and Peter nodded. This was torture and god, did it feel good.
Those wonderful fingers left Peter’s pants and before he knew it, the pants were off and tossed aside. Peter hadn’t worn anything under them, wanting to make it easier but if he’d known it was going to be this easy, he’d have worn something under them.
“Want me to take my shirt off?” He asked Sylar but all he got was a shake of the head. Okay…
Sylar kissed and licked over Peter’s body, taking his time to taste and Peter wanted to tell him that this isn’t what was supposed to happen, it was just supposed to be a good fuck and that was it but it was apparent Sylar had something else in mind and Peter was just along for the ride, enjoying every minute of it.
Peter started to reach for Sylar but he found his hands pinned down again. He let out a frustrated huff and felt Sylar’s chuckle against his stomach. “This isn’t fair you know,” Peter started but then he felt warm lips wrap around the head of his cock and all thoughts went flying out of his head.
When Sylar was sure Peter wouldn’t move his arms again, he slid his hand down until it was touching the collar again. Peter lifted his head, watching as Sylar’s head bobbed up and down, fingering the collar the whole time. Peter wasn’t sure what was more hot, the collar touching or the blowjob. He gave up caring, dropping his head back against the mattress.
Sylar kept up the suction, his tongue twisting around; dipping into the slit and Peter started writhing, whining in the back of his throat. “Sylar, I don’t…I can’t hold on…” he gasped out and he felt teeth scrape up his length before an obscene pop filled the room.
“Can’t have that, can I Father Peter.” Sylar’s voice was dark and thick with want and Peter could only stare at him.
“No, can’t have that,” Peter whispered. His eyes followed Sylar’s hands as they reached into the drawer, finding the lube and coating his fingers. “You just happened to have that handy?”
“Shut up.” Sylar rumbled at him, pushing two fingers into him, effectively turning Peter speechless. “If I’d known that’s all it took to shut you up, I would’ve done it along time ago.”
All he got in response from Peter was a whine and an arch of the back. The hand that wasn’t stretching Peter ran down his throat, over the collar and then down his body. That stroke, almost like Sylar was petting him, caused Peter to purr. A third finger joined the first two and Peter let out a long groan.
Sylar’s tongue flicked out, lapping at the head of Peter’s cock and with a wicked chuckle, he pulled away. Peter couldn’t stop another whine from escaping his throat. That just made Sylar grin more. “You really shouldn’t have been snooping.”
Sylar’s large hands coated themselves in lube and then ran along his thick cock. Peter couldn’t stop staring and then he licked his lips. “Stop talking and fuck me already,” he tried to growl but his voice cracked and he gave Sylar a slightly embarrassed look.
Sylar gave his cock one more swipe before shifting Peter’s legs apart and settling between them. Peter sighed happily, and then moved one leg to hook it over Sylar’s shoulder. Raising an eyebrow, Sylar leaned down to bite at Peter’s lip before pushing into him.
It hurt, but in such a good way. Peter’s hands curled into the sheet, holding tight before sliding up Sylar’s arms and digging into his shoulders. Sylar let out a hiss at the slight pain and started moving.
“Christ, Peter,” Sylar nearly grunted and Peter started to giggle. That caused Sylar to stop, a hurt and upset look on his face.
“No, no, not you. That phrase, with what I’m wearing…” Peter managed to get out. Sylar looked at him, then down at the collar and he grinned.
“Yeah, wording could’ve been a bit better.” He pulled back, slamming into Peter, tearing a cry from the empath.
“Yes, god, that feels so good.” Peter tried to dig his heel into Sylar’s shoulder but the angle was wrong. “Why the fuck do you have to be so tall,” he grouched.
“Makes it easier to do this.” Ducking his head, Sylar ran his tongue along the edge of the collar and Peter’s neck. Peter’s body gave a jerk and he slid his hand down to his cock, starting to stroke himself.
Sylar growled, slapping Peter’s hand away. “No.” Peter could feel Sylar’s teeth sink into his neck. Not enough to break the skin but enough to get his attention.
“Oh fuck yes.” Peter could almost feel the frown as Sylar digested that. Peter cried out when the teeth sank in deeper, breaking the skin. He dug his nails deep into Sylar’s shoulder and when Sylar slammed into Peter harder, Peter chuckled. He discovered something else the man seemed to like.
Sylar leaned forward, pushing Peter’s leg back further and somehow managed to get even deeper into him. Peter was positive that Sylar was going to split him in two and that was okay because Jesus, this felt incredible. Why the hell hadn’t they been doing this sooner?
A rhythm started between them. Sylar slammed hard into Peter, actually rocking him slightly, Peter pushing back. Whimpers and moans, cries and begging filled the room and Peter could feel sweat running down his back, feel drops hitting him from above. It was intense and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
Sylar lifted Peter’s other leg, draping it over his shoulder and putting both hands on either side of Peter’s head. It was hard for Peter to catch his breath, being bent like this and it added to all the sensations already crashing through him.
It was getting to be too much and Peter started babbling, begging Sylar for more and then teeth sank into his neck again, making Peter scream, his cock giving a hard twitch before he started coming hard. Blood trickled down his neck, soaking into the white collar and he wondered how he was going to be able to clean it when Sylar slammed into him one last time, staying deep inside of him.
Warmth flooded inside of him and he knew Sylar had come too. Any more coherent thought went out the window as he felt Sylar’s arms trembling before collapsing down on top of him. They both lay there, panting and trying to catch their breaths. Peter shivered as Sylar pulled away, rolling off of him and sprawling out next to him.
“Jesus, Sylar,” Peter got out, smiling at Sylar’s grunt. “I didn’t know it was going to drive you that crazy.” He turned his head, surprised to see Sylar’s face turn pink. Was the ex killer actually embarrassed?
Turning onto his side and pushing up onto his elbow, Peter stared down at him. Sylar wouldn’t even look him in the eyes and Peter frowned. “It’s okay, you know, there’s nothing wrong with it. It shows that you’re actually human.”
Sylar’s head jerked towards him, a scowl on his face. “So having kinky sex means I’m human? That’s pretty fucked up thinking Peter.”
“No, it’s not. It shows that you’re capable of still feeling things and that makes you still human.” Hesitating, Peter reached over and ran his thumb over Sylar’s lips. “Makes me want to know what other kind of kinks you have.” He had to bite his lip hard not to laugh at the incredulous look Sylar gave him.
“Maybe, if you’re really good, I’ll share some of mine.” Peter leaned down, biting Sylar’s ear and grinning at the gasp. Apparently Sylar had a biting kink too, or was it a blood kink? Either way, Peter wanted to find out all of them.
“For starters, one of my biggest kinks is sex in the shower. Want to join me?” Peter laughed, bounced off the bed and headed into the bathroom.
Sylar just stared at him for a moment before groaning as he sat up. “You’re keeping the damn collar.”
Peter stopped, looking back over his shoulder. “I’ll make sure to clean it and keep it, just for you. But only if you promise to wear a leather one with studs.”
The look on Sylar’s face was priceless and Peter grinned while he started up the shower.
It took him a while to find what he wanted, Sylar kept tight control in this world but sometimes things snuck through that he didn’t know about. Things like the outfit hanging in the back room of a party store. It wasn’t real, it was just a costume, but it was exactly what Peter needed. Grinning, he grabbed the costume and brought it back to the apartment, hiding it in his closet behind some clothes. Sylar would never find it. Now, he just had to wait for the right time.
He didn’t think it was ever going to come. He couldn’t seem to get away from Sylar for more than an hour or so and he needed longer than that. Even working on the wall didn’t help, Sylar kept him company. It seemed that now that they were at least on sort of speaking terms, the other man was afraid to let him out of his sight. Peter was getting to the point of telling Sylar to go away for a day, to piss him off so he would leave or something, when Sylar casually mentioned that he was going to go food hunting.
Peter tried to keep the enthusiasm out of his voice when he said that was fine and that Sylar should take his time, but he didn’t succeed very well. Sylar stared at him with narrowed eyes, uncertain but Peter just gave him an easy smile and after a few minutes of study, Sylar grunted and finished his breakfast before heading into the other room to get his bags.
“I’ll be back by dinner time,” Sylar said as he left the apartment.
Moving to the window, Peter watched as Sylar made his way down the street. There was a good chance that if he did this, the ex killer would lose it and try to kill him but considering this was all in Sylar’s head, he was pretty sure he was safe. Besides, they both needed this relief. Even if logically Peter knew it had only been a few hours since he’d come here, his mind felt like it had been years and it needed release, badly. His hand just wasn’t cutting it anymore.
Making sure Sylar was out of sight; Peter turned and started getting things ready. He’d found some canned goods so he could make a nice dinner and there was even a way to make a cake without eggs that he was going to try. Humming under his breath, he went to work.
Hours later, the apartment was ready. The food was cooking on the stove and the cake had just come out of the oven. Peter went into the bathroom, took a long shower and then stood in front of the mirror, putting the pants and shirt on, making sure they were neat and smooth. Picking up the white collar, he fastened it around his neck and took another look in the mirror. It could fool a real priest. Grinning, he went to wait for Sylar to come home.
He hadn’t been sitting in the chair surrounded by candles for long when he heard the door opening. Licking his lips, he watched as Sylar came in, stopping and staring at the kitchen.
“Peter? What’s going on?”
“I thought I’d make dinner tonight, since you’d been hunting all day.” Peter could tell the second that Sylar realized what he was wearing and he smirked. “What?” Sylar swallowed, a click in his dry throat audible even across the room. That just made Peter’s smirk widen as he walked over to the taller man. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Shaking his head, Sylar reached out and ran his fingers along the collar, stopping at the white square at the front of Peter’s throat. “Why?” he nearly croaked out and Peter could feel the shiver as it ran down Sylar’s spine.
“I found it and I thought it might be kind of fun. You could dress up too, if you wanted to.” Peter knew he wouldn’t though. Sylar could barely control himself right now as it was.
“No, I…Peter, you…”
“Yes, Sylar, me.” It was almost laughable how completely floored Sylar was. Peter took his hand, debating about making him eat but the look in the ex killer’s face told him that food was the last thing on his mind. Instead, Peter turned and pulled him towards the bedroom.
“I found the books, I know you like this.” Peter said softly and Sylar’s face grew red.
“You were snooping.”
“No…well, yes but not for anything specific, I was just curious. I didn’t know you had a thing for priests. Not that that’s a bad thing, I can’t blame you. They can be pretty hot sometimes.”
Sylar didn’t say anything, just ran his fingers over the collar again, then slid them down to work at the buttons of Peter’s shirt. Peter shivered as he felt rough fingertips scrape against his skin.
“You did this on purpose, are you sure you didn’t read my mind.” Dark eyes looked into Peter’s and he could swear they shifted black as he watched. His breathing quickened and Sylar smirked, opening the last button but leaving the shirt on Peter.
“No, I didn’t read your mind but it wasn’t hard to guess with the books.”
“Why did you do this Peter, really? Are you…” Sylar cut himself off, not finishing and Peter wasn’t sure what he was going to ask.
“Does it matter?” There was a look in Sylar’s eyes and Peter frowned, not sure what it was. He was about to ask when Sylar spoke again.
“No, it doesn’t matter.” Sylar leaned in, his lips almost touching Peter’s but then he stopped, uncertainty on his face.
Peter cleared up some of that for him and curled his fingers into the hair on the back of Sylar’s head, pulling him down for a soft kiss. It wasn’t that he cared for Sylar, he just wanted to get this out of his system, then he could relax again and he could get Sylar out of his rut.
Sylar let out a soft sound at the kiss and pulled Peter closer. His shirt rubbed against Peter’s bare chest and his breath hitched at the feeling of the cloth and buttons scratching him.
“Not bad but what else can you do?” Peter challenged him and Sylar pulled back slightly to stare at him. With a growl, Sylar shoved him down on the bed and covered his body. His fingers slid down Peter’s chest and stomach and Peter groaned, arching up.
Sylar gave him an evil grin and opened his pants, unzipping him half way. “Jesus, Sylar.” Peter breathed out, trying to press against him to get friction but Sylar shifted with him, not giving him what he wanted.
When Sylar did dip his hand into Peter’s pants, he gasped at the feel of Sylar’s long fingers. “Oh god, yes.”
“Do you think you should be calling out to God dressed like that?” Sylar whispered into Peter’s ear as he wrapped his hand around Peter’s cock, just holding him. It was driving Peter crazy and he tried to move, to get Sylar to move, but Sylar didn’t. He just pinned Peter down.
“You’re the one that started this, now you have to deal with the consequences.”
“What-?” Peter started but that’s when Sylar started moving his hand and Peter groaned at the feel of it. “Yeah, okay, consequences.” He could almost feel Sylar’s smirk against his ear. The teeth jerked a gasp out of him and he reached for Sylar.
Sylar didn’t let him get his hands on him though. Grabbing Peter’s arms, he pushed them above his head, pinning them to the bed. “Don’t move.” He growled and Peter nodded. This was torture and god, did it feel good.
Those wonderful fingers left Peter’s pants and before he knew it, the pants were off and tossed aside. Peter hadn’t worn anything under them, wanting to make it easier but if he’d known it was going to be this easy, he’d have worn something under them.
“Want me to take my shirt off?” He asked Sylar but all he got was a shake of the head. Okay…
Sylar kissed and licked over Peter’s body, taking his time to taste and Peter wanted to tell him that this isn’t what was supposed to happen, it was just supposed to be a good fuck and that was it but it was apparent Sylar had something else in mind and Peter was just along for the ride, enjoying every minute of it.
Peter started to reach for Sylar but he found his hands pinned down again. He let out a frustrated huff and felt Sylar’s chuckle against his stomach. “This isn’t fair you know,” Peter started but then he felt warm lips wrap around the head of his cock and all thoughts went flying out of his head.
When Sylar was sure Peter wouldn’t move his arms again, he slid his hand down until it was touching the collar again. Peter lifted his head, watching as Sylar’s head bobbed up and down, fingering the collar the whole time. Peter wasn’t sure what was more hot, the collar touching or the blowjob. He gave up caring, dropping his head back against the mattress.
Sylar kept up the suction, his tongue twisting around; dipping into the slit and Peter started writhing, whining in the back of his throat. “Sylar, I don’t…I can’t hold on…” he gasped out and he felt teeth scrape up his length before an obscene pop filled the room.
“Can’t have that, can I Father Peter.” Sylar’s voice was dark and thick with want and Peter could only stare at him.
“No, can’t have that,” Peter whispered. His eyes followed Sylar’s hands as they reached into the drawer, finding the lube and coating his fingers. “You just happened to have that handy?”
“Shut up.” Sylar rumbled at him, pushing two fingers into him, effectively turning Peter speechless. “If I’d known that’s all it took to shut you up, I would’ve done it along time ago.”
All he got in response from Peter was a whine and an arch of the back. The hand that wasn’t stretching Peter ran down his throat, over the collar and then down his body. That stroke, almost like Sylar was petting him, caused Peter to purr. A third finger joined the first two and Peter let out a long groan.
Sylar’s tongue flicked out, lapping at the head of Peter’s cock and with a wicked chuckle, he pulled away. Peter couldn’t stop another whine from escaping his throat. That just made Sylar grin more. “You really shouldn’t have been snooping.”
Sylar’s large hands coated themselves in lube and then ran along his thick cock. Peter couldn’t stop staring and then he licked his lips. “Stop talking and fuck me already,” he tried to growl but his voice cracked and he gave Sylar a slightly embarrassed look.
Sylar gave his cock one more swipe before shifting Peter’s legs apart and settling between them. Peter sighed happily, and then moved one leg to hook it over Sylar’s shoulder. Raising an eyebrow, Sylar leaned down to bite at Peter’s lip before pushing into him.
It hurt, but in such a good way. Peter’s hands curled into the sheet, holding tight before sliding up Sylar’s arms and digging into his shoulders. Sylar let out a hiss at the slight pain and started moving.
“Christ, Peter,” Sylar nearly grunted and Peter started to giggle. That caused Sylar to stop, a hurt and upset look on his face.
“No, no, not you. That phrase, with what I’m wearing…” Peter managed to get out. Sylar looked at him, then down at the collar and he grinned.
“Yeah, wording could’ve been a bit better.” He pulled back, slamming into Peter, tearing a cry from the empath.
“Yes, god, that feels so good.” Peter tried to dig his heel into Sylar’s shoulder but the angle was wrong. “Why the fuck do you have to be so tall,” he grouched.
“Makes it easier to do this.” Ducking his head, Sylar ran his tongue along the edge of the collar and Peter’s neck. Peter’s body gave a jerk and he slid his hand down to his cock, starting to stroke himself.
Sylar growled, slapping Peter’s hand away. “No.” Peter could feel Sylar’s teeth sink into his neck. Not enough to break the skin but enough to get his attention.
“Oh fuck yes.” Peter could almost feel the frown as Sylar digested that. Peter cried out when the teeth sank in deeper, breaking the skin. He dug his nails deep into Sylar’s shoulder and when Sylar slammed into Peter harder, Peter chuckled. He discovered something else the man seemed to like.
Sylar leaned forward, pushing Peter’s leg back further and somehow managed to get even deeper into him. Peter was positive that Sylar was going to split him in two and that was okay because Jesus, this felt incredible. Why the hell hadn’t they been doing this sooner?
A rhythm started between them. Sylar slammed hard into Peter, actually rocking him slightly, Peter pushing back. Whimpers and moans, cries and begging filled the room and Peter could feel sweat running down his back, feel drops hitting him from above. It was intense and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
Sylar lifted Peter’s other leg, draping it over his shoulder and putting both hands on either side of Peter’s head. It was hard for Peter to catch his breath, being bent like this and it added to all the sensations already crashing through him.
It was getting to be too much and Peter started babbling, begging Sylar for more and then teeth sank into his neck again, making Peter scream, his cock giving a hard twitch before he started coming hard. Blood trickled down his neck, soaking into the white collar and he wondered how he was going to be able to clean it when Sylar slammed into him one last time, staying deep inside of him.
Warmth flooded inside of him and he knew Sylar had come too. Any more coherent thought went out the window as he felt Sylar’s arms trembling before collapsing down on top of him. They both lay there, panting and trying to catch their breaths. Peter shivered as Sylar pulled away, rolling off of him and sprawling out next to him.
“Jesus, Sylar,” Peter got out, smiling at Sylar’s grunt. “I didn’t know it was going to drive you that crazy.” He turned his head, surprised to see Sylar’s face turn pink. Was the ex killer actually embarrassed?
Turning onto his side and pushing up onto his elbow, Peter stared down at him. Sylar wouldn’t even look him in the eyes and Peter frowned. “It’s okay, you know, there’s nothing wrong with it. It shows that you’re actually human.”
Sylar’s head jerked towards him, a scowl on his face. “So having kinky sex means I’m human? That’s pretty fucked up thinking Peter.”
“No, it’s not. It shows that you’re capable of still feeling things and that makes you still human.” Hesitating, Peter reached over and ran his thumb over Sylar’s lips. “Makes me want to know what other kind of kinks you have.” He had to bite his lip hard not to laugh at the incredulous look Sylar gave him.
“Maybe, if you’re really good, I’ll share some of mine.” Peter leaned down, biting Sylar’s ear and grinning at the gasp. Apparently Sylar had a biting kink too, or was it a blood kink? Either way, Peter wanted to find out all of them.
“For starters, one of my biggest kinks is sex in the shower. Want to join me?” Peter laughed, bounced off the bed and headed into the bathroom.
Sylar just stared at him for a moment before groaning as he sat up. “You’re keeping the damn collar.”
Peter stopped, looking back over his shoulder. “I’ll make sure to clean it and keep it, just for you. But only if you promise to wear a leather one with studs.”
The look on Sylar’s face was priceless and Peter grinned while he started up the shower.