Eradication
Title: Eradication
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Sylar/Nathan
Words: 805
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for 1x20- Five Years Gone, Allusion to character death.
Prompts: coping mechanisms, unprofessional, awkward (It doesn't come right out and say them, but I tried my best:))
Summary: "... he had already turned against his own kind."
Author's Notes: Written for
cruel_illusion in the
rare_heroes fic exchange
"When I killed Nathan, he had already turned against his own kind."
-1x20: Five Years Gone
There was snow on the ground the day that Gabriel Gray made his presence known to Nathan Petrelli. New York City was a wasteland, a crater of complete nothingness. The citizens who remained were terrified. They were unsure who was a threat and who they could trust.
Little did they know, the man who had been sworn in as President of the United States was the former. He was everything they feared; some super powered human with the ability to fly. He was everything they despised and everything Sylar desired.
He watched Nathan from within the walls of the White House, taking on the shapes of dozens of people before that day. The day when he finally came to the decision to reveal himself. With Nathan's ability and appearance, Sylar would finally have the power he had longed for. He could change the world.
Stepping closer, he could hear the President speaking on the phone with another familiar person.
"You listen.... to me Mohinder." Nathan's voice sounded forward. "There is no easy way to do this. Continue working on the drug. If we can't cure it... we'll kill it."
An evil smirk crawled across Sylar's face. It was all going to happen. Eradication. Now was his perfect chance to go after the man who held the key to this new world.
Slowly, as if floating, Sylar moved into the room. "Oh how the mighty have fallen." Sylar stated, coming to a stop in front of him. "Selling out your own kind. Poetic."
Nathan's eyes snapped to focus on Sylar. It was more than an awkward situation. He was standing face to face with a killer and for the first time, it was like looking in the mirror.
"The flying man with the brother who can do everything, dead set on ending the existence of everyone like you. In a way... I know exactly what's going through your mind. Just tell me" Sylar paused, laughing. "Who do you really think will win in the end?"
Nathan didn't respond at first, taking a small step backwards and meeting the other man's eyes deeply. "Who's to say that we both can't win?" Nathan finally spoke.
Sylar's laughter grew louder. "There's only one way I win.... Mr. President. And I doubt that it's on the top of your to do list." Watching Nathan react, Sylar realized that there was something more on the President's mind. Something that was about to come to a boil within both of them.
He wasn't sure if it was just a way for Nathan to attempt saving his own life, or if it was genuine, but he stepped closer to Sylar once again. The smug son of a bitch was trying to save himself.
Sylar could handle that. He could be anyone Nathan wanted him to be. Heidi, Niki, Mohinder, Peter. He could be any of them. He much preferred to remain himself however, as this was a moment he had been waiting on for a long time. So, he wasn't surprised when Nathan came at him, fierce, with feigned passion.
Their lips pressed tightly together, Sylar's back pinned up against the wall. Although he allowed Petrelli power here, he himself would always have the upper hand. Nathan knew that and Sylar was not intending on letting him forget it.
It all moved swiftly, Sylar's chest now up against the cold wall, Nathan's warm body pressed up against him, moving into him without so much as a warning. A low growl escaped from Sylar's throat as he felt Nathan moving inside him. He tried to keep his mind focused on his original goal, but found himself at intense moments, caught up in the throes of ecstasy.
He could hear the screams of pleasure from behind him. He could feel it coursing through his body in waves, moaning with every thrust. He could feel the weakness growing in his knees. There was no way he would be able to hold himself up after much more of this. But almost as if on command, like he could hear what was going on in Sylar's mind, Nathan released. The rush splashing over him.
Sylar took a minute to gather up his energy. He wanted to at least bask in the moment while he could. It didn't change anything. It didn't make him want Nathan dead any less. It wouldn't deter him from his original mission. Besides, the President himself was working towards eradication. Sylar was just fulfilling his wishes. And in the process, getting even closer to the invincibility which he craved like a drug.
Sylar looked at Nathan, finger twitching in anticipation. It would all be over soon and after that, the next chapter would begin. And nobody ever had to know.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Sylar/Nathan
Words: 805
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for 1x20- Five Years Gone, Allusion to character death.
Prompts: coping mechanisms, unprofessional, awkward (It doesn't come right out and say them, but I tried my best:))
Summary: "... he had already turned against his own kind."
Author's Notes: Written for
cruel_illusion in the
rare_heroes fic exchange
"When I killed Nathan, he had already turned against his own kind."
-1x20: Five Years Gone
There was snow on the ground the day that Gabriel Gray made his presence known to Nathan Petrelli. New York City was a wasteland, a crater of complete nothingness. The citizens who remained were terrified. They were unsure who was a threat and who they could trust.
Little did they know, the man who had been sworn in as President of the United States was the former. He was everything they feared; some super powered human with the ability to fly. He was everything they despised and everything Sylar desired.
He watched Nathan from within the walls of the White House, taking on the shapes of dozens of people before that day. The day when he finally came to the decision to reveal himself. With Nathan's ability and appearance, Sylar would finally have the power he had longed for. He could change the world.
Stepping closer, he could hear the President speaking on the phone with another familiar person.
"You listen.... to me Mohinder." Nathan's voice sounded forward. "There is no easy way to do this. Continue working on the drug. If we can't cure it... we'll kill it."
An evil smirk crawled across Sylar's face. It was all going to happen. Eradication. Now was his perfect chance to go after the man who held the key to this new world.
Slowly, as if floating, Sylar moved into the room. "Oh how the mighty have fallen." Sylar stated, coming to a stop in front of him. "Selling out your own kind. Poetic."
Nathan's eyes snapped to focus on Sylar. It was more than an awkward situation. He was standing face to face with a killer and for the first time, it was like looking in the mirror.
"The flying man with the brother who can do everything, dead set on ending the existence of everyone like you. In a way... I know exactly what's going through your mind. Just tell me" Sylar paused, laughing. "Who do you really think will win in the end?"
Nathan didn't respond at first, taking a small step backwards and meeting the other man's eyes deeply. "Who's to say that we both can't win?" Nathan finally spoke.
Sylar's laughter grew louder. "There's only one way I win.... Mr. President. And I doubt that it's on the top of your to do list." Watching Nathan react, Sylar realized that there was something more on the President's mind. Something that was about to come to a boil within both of them.
He wasn't sure if it was just a way for Nathan to attempt saving his own life, or if it was genuine, but he stepped closer to Sylar once again. The smug son of a bitch was trying to save himself.
Sylar could handle that. He could be anyone Nathan wanted him to be. Heidi, Niki, Mohinder, Peter. He could be any of them. He much preferred to remain himself however, as this was a moment he had been waiting on for a long time. So, he wasn't surprised when Nathan came at him, fierce, with feigned passion.
Their lips pressed tightly together, Sylar's back pinned up against the wall. Although he allowed Petrelli power here, he himself would always have the upper hand. Nathan knew that and Sylar was not intending on letting him forget it.
It all moved swiftly, Sylar's chest now up against the cold wall, Nathan's warm body pressed up against him, moving into him without so much as a warning. A low growl escaped from Sylar's throat as he felt Nathan moving inside him. He tried to keep his mind focused on his original goal, but found himself at intense moments, caught up in the throes of ecstasy.
He could hear the screams of pleasure from behind him. He could feel it coursing through his body in waves, moaning with every thrust. He could feel the weakness growing in his knees. There was no way he would be able to hold himself up after much more of this. But almost as if on command, like he could hear what was going on in Sylar's mind, Nathan released. The rush splashing over him.
Sylar took a minute to gather up his energy. He wanted to at least bask in the moment while he could. It didn't change anything. It didn't make him want Nathan dead any less. It wouldn't deter him from his original mission. Besides, the President himself was working towards eradication. Sylar was just fulfilling his wishes. And in the process, getting even closer to the invincibility which he craved like a drug.
Sylar looked at Nathan, finger twitching in anticipation. It would all be over soon and after that, the next chapter would begin. And nobody ever had to know.