Fic: Suffocating (Sylar; PG)
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1. THIS SEASON OF HEROES IS LIKE THE BEST SEX I'VE EVER HAD. AND I OWE IT ALL TO thanatoast :] ♥ ghkafghkalgghafklasf
2. OMG HOUSE AND FRINGE TONIGHT
3. OH MY GOD LET ME CARVE OUT MY UTERUS WITH A SPORK DX I DID NOT NEED REMINDING THAT I AM NOT PREGNANT AGAIN. IT'S A MIRACLE, I KNOW
4. ghklfkljakhskfldkalghkfsd I ACTUALLY HAVE A PLAN/DIRECTION/MEANING IN MY LIFE AGAIN. JKLGHDFGKLDSAGHKLFJKASGHKLFJAGHKLSFJDS. I'm getting a house in Westchester county, ny, and november 3rd we're stuffing my car to the brim and I'm leaving, moving in, and waiting for my mom and sister to join me. I WILL BE LIVING BY MYSELF WITH jesslared IN NYC FOR TWO MONTHS, GETTING SHIT READY AND STUFF AND JFKLDAGHAKLFJKLGHKLDFJAKLGHKLSFJAKLGHKLDFJALDGHKFLJSKLF IT'S GOING TO BE THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER AND I WILL GET TO ACTUALLY DO THINGS AND BE USEFUL AND JGKALHKLDSGHKLDASFJDSFSKALFHASDKLFJA
5. fjkldghkljflgeiworkslfhksdaghklfjsdf thanatoast ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
6. gkljdsfahdskldjsfa my life is so full of win ;_____; ♥
7. s-sob married
OH YEAH AND HERE HAVE THE FIRST DRABBLE. xaverie, darkinnocent, nan_an, and vowel_in_thug, I STILL NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FOR YOUR DRABBLES.
THIS ONE is for the lovely and amazing ohhfantastic who is a freak who likes NEEDLE PORN so it happened 8D
Title: Suffocating
Rating: PG for NEEDLE PORN
Characters: Sylar & Claire
Word Count: 564
Warnings: S3 Ep1 spoiler
Summary: Claire finds she likes to watch~
Disclaimer: Not mine! Should it come to this, this is AU and all characters involved in sexual relations in this story are 18 or older.
He knows he can heal. That's not why he does it, and she knows. She shouldn't be here. Daddy would disapprove; he's told her that much already, reminding her of the fact that he's not stupid, not by any means, and that no hiding place will ever feel safe enough.
It makes her feel like she's suffocating, drowning in a heady stupor that traps her head in a smoggy cloud of existence where the only aspect of her that seemingly exists--
--is her eyes.
She doesn't mind watching and drowning in a sea of strange, unpleasant feelings, because that's why she does it, right?
He's taken away her joy of feeling human, her-- less freaky-- humanity, a singularity amongst all of that strange stuff most people will only encounter in fiction.
Now she wants to ruin him; destroy him. It's an obsession, the only thing she can think about.
Until she gets distracted.
"My blood isn't like yours," he mumbles under his breath, voice deep and dark and sedated-sounding. "At least not in my veins."
She wonders for a moment why he's even bothering to talk to her.
"Your blood makes me high, Claire. It's-- slightly painful, sharp, but you know the perks of that, better than anyone, don't you, Claire-bear."
Then it starts to make sense.
He's mocking-- no, teasing her.
It's cruel.
"I wonder if my blood with your powers would do the same to you."
Bastard.
He reaches for the elastic and ties it around his arm, just over his elbow, flexing his arms until veins visibly pop.
She can't seem to look away.
"Have you ever heard Beethoven's 5th symphony? It's a masterpiece. It's violent and angry while remaining classical music, but they couldn't play the piece at mealtimes or let alone publicly, because it would make people upset.
"Sometimes things just happen." "She knows he's referring to her and she says nothing, just watching as he wiped the antiseptic pad over the inside of his arm.
He growls, low in his throat.
"It's like a symphony that feeling. A whole orchestra bursting to life. You want to die, but only because you've never felt more alive."
Watching him feels like suffocating.
He hisses, sharp indrawn breath making her falter for a moment as she watches, cringing, like he's a trainwreck-- and maybe he is-- as he punctures the skin with the needle, pushing inside before placing one digit on the trigger for more, like the rat that presses the pleasure button instead of the food button, before finally letting his head fall back against the wall.
Then he pushes the red in.
He doesn't need it.
He wants it anyway.
A groan escapes him; there's something stirring in the air, that feels right, and it bothers her, gets under her skin. It's intoxicating to watch this, her own blood mixing in with his, against her will, against all sense and logic, and it gives her a thrill in her veins.
Suffocating.
Stifling.
It's painful, and she loves every second.
Another groan, and his eyes open to look at the ceiling, swimmy, disoriented, and seemingly blissful.
The needle draws back out, and the skin closes on after it as it clatters to the floor, and Claire swallows, hard. Sylar releases the elastic and lets out a long, shuddering breath.
She can't remember the last time she's felt so alive.
1. THIS SEASON OF HEROES IS LIKE THE BEST SEX I'VE EVER HAD. AND I OWE IT ALL TO thanatoast :] ♥ ghkafghkalgghafklasf
2. OMG HOUSE AND FRINGE TONIGHT
3. OH MY GOD LET ME CARVE OUT MY UTERUS WITH A SPORK DX I DID NOT NEED REMINDING THAT I AM NOT PREGNANT AGAIN. IT'S A MIRACLE, I KNOW
4. ghklfkljakhskfldkalghkfsd I ACTUALLY HAVE A PLAN/DIRECTION/MEANING IN MY LIFE AGAIN. JKLGHDFGKLDSAGHKLFJKASGHKLFJAGHKLSFJDS. I'm getting a house in Westchester county, ny, and november 3rd we're stuffing my car to the brim and I'm leaving, moving in, and waiting for my mom and sister to join me. I WILL BE LIVING BY MYSELF WITH jesslared IN NYC FOR TWO MONTHS, GETTING SHIT READY AND STUFF AND JFKLDAGHAKLFJKLGHKLDFJAKLGHKLSFJAKLGHKLDFJALDGHKFLJSKLF IT'S GOING TO BE THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER AND I WILL GET TO ACTUALLY DO THINGS AND BE USEFUL AND JGKALHKLDSGHKLDASFJDSFSKALFHASDKLFJA
5. fjkldghkljflgeiworkslfhksdaghklfjsdf thanatoast ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
6. gkljdsfahdskldjsfa my life is so full of win ;_____; ♥
7. s-sob married
OH YEAH AND HERE HAVE THE FIRST DRABBLE. xaverie, darkinnocent, nan_an, and vowel_in_thug, I STILL NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FOR YOUR DRABBLES.
THIS ONE is for the lovely and amazing ohhfantastic who is a freak who likes NEEDLE PORN so it happened 8D
Title: Suffocating
Rating: PG for NEEDLE PORN
Characters: Sylar & Claire
Word Count: 564
Warnings: S3 Ep1 spoiler
Summary: Claire finds she likes to watch~
Disclaimer: Not mine! Should it come to this, this is AU and all characters involved in sexual relations in this story are 18 or older.
He knows he can heal. That's not why he does it, and she knows. She shouldn't be here. Daddy would disapprove; he's told her that much already, reminding her of the fact that he's not stupid, not by any means, and that no hiding place will ever feel safe enough.
It makes her feel like she's suffocating, drowning in a heady stupor that traps her head in a smoggy cloud of existence where the only aspect of her that seemingly exists--
--is her eyes.
She doesn't mind watching and drowning in a sea of strange, unpleasant feelings, because that's why she does it, right?
He's taken away her joy of feeling human, her-- less freaky-- humanity, a singularity amongst all of that strange stuff most people will only encounter in fiction.
Now she wants to ruin him; destroy him. It's an obsession, the only thing she can think about.
Until she gets distracted.
"My blood isn't like yours," he mumbles under his breath, voice deep and dark and sedated-sounding. "At least not in my veins."
She wonders for a moment why he's even bothering to talk to her.
"Your blood makes me high, Claire. It's-- slightly painful, sharp, but you know the perks of that, better than anyone, don't you, Claire-bear."
Then it starts to make sense.
He's mocking-- no, teasing her.
It's cruel.
"I wonder if my blood with your powers would do the same to you."
Bastard.
He reaches for the elastic and ties it around his arm, just over his elbow, flexing his arms until veins visibly pop.
She can't seem to look away.
"Have you ever heard Beethoven's 5th symphony? It's a masterpiece. It's violent and angry while remaining classical music, but they couldn't play the piece at mealtimes or let alone publicly, because it would make people upset.
"Sometimes things just happen." "She knows he's referring to her and she says nothing, just watching as he wiped the antiseptic pad over the inside of his arm.
He growls, low in his throat.
"It's like a symphony that feeling. A whole orchestra bursting to life. You want to die, but only because you've never felt more alive."
Watching him feels like suffocating.
He hisses, sharp indrawn breath making her falter for a moment as she watches, cringing, like he's a trainwreck-- and maybe he is-- as he punctures the skin with the needle, pushing inside before placing one digit on the trigger for more, like the rat that presses the pleasure button instead of the food button, before finally letting his head fall back against the wall.
Then he pushes the red in.
He doesn't need it.
He wants it anyway.
A groan escapes him; there's something stirring in the air, that feels right, and it bothers her, gets under her skin. It's intoxicating to watch this, her own blood mixing in with his, against her will, against all sense and logic, and it gives her a thrill in her veins.
Suffocating.
Stifling.
It's painful, and she loves every second.
Another groan, and his eyes open to look at the ceiling, swimmy, disoriented, and seemingly blissful.
The needle draws back out, and the skin closes on after it as it clatters to the floor, and Claire swallows, hard. Sylar releases the elastic and lets out a long, shuddering breath.
She can't remember the last time she's felt so alive.