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Title: Games boys play
Author: faycequevoudras
Claim: Heroes: Nathan Petrelli/Mohinder/Sylar/Gabriel Gray
Table: Sexual Healing
Prompt: Yearning
Rating: PG 17
Summary: Gabriel is weak when it comes to temptation. Sylar isn't. He plots instead.
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.
He wanted more. Sylar wanted to hear him scream in pain, to see the tears well up in golden brown eyes and to hear the soft whimpers that were not quite words and never would be. It was an ache, a deep seated need to know more, to feel it and see it and know that it was real and yet not quite his. But it would be. Another time, another place, and that would be him tied to the bed and jerking at the silken ties that would not give way until the slender wrists were freed. Or, in Sylar's case, until he became so needy for it that he cheated and used his telekinesis to snap the bonds and allow him to do what he would to his tormentors. Gabriel would never do that.
Gabriel lay bound, begging for the others to return. What had been a soft whisper for Nathan and Mohinder had quickly turned to a whimpering plea. The sound was high pitched and needy, the bed creaking with his movements, and yet when they died off to nothing more than moans and sighs, the true torture began. It was then that he could hear every sound from the other word. His ears, so keen and exacting, could pick out every minut sound.
He could hear flesh and hair against the suede of the sofa, a sound made deeper by the pressure of weight against another. He couldn't tell who was being pinned but it was obvious that someone was. Was it Mohinder beneath Nathan, his mocha form arching up to try and deepen the angle of their bodies. Every kiss they shared echoed in Gabriel's hear. The sound of stubble against flesh, the clink of teeth and the soft sounds of pleasure that were intentionally being muted for Gabriel's benefit. The torture he remembered Sylar enduring at Suresh's hands was less painful than laying there on silken sheets and wondering if they'd forgotten he was there.
Maybe it was the soft sounds that Mohinder made, the groans that were so distinctly Petrelli. Maybe it was the way tears stung Gabriel's eyes, the thought never occuring to him that he could be free in a moment with nothing mroe than his mind and a thought. Gabriel was such a good boy, so well behaved. Gabriel would do what he was told and wait until they returned to him. Sylar had no plans to let Gabriel wait any longer.
The knots of the silk ties slowly undid themselves. When Nathan and Mohinder returned they were going to be surprised.
Or they were going to find exactly what they wanted.
Author: faycequevoudras
Claim: Heroes: Nathan Petrelli/Mohinder/Sylar/Gabriel Gray
Table: Sexual Healing
Prompt: Yearning
Rating: PG 17
Summary: Gabriel is weak when it comes to temptation. Sylar isn't. He plots instead.
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.
He wanted more. Sylar wanted to hear him scream in pain, to see the tears well up in golden brown eyes and to hear the soft whimpers that were not quite words and never would be. It was an ache, a deep seated need to know more, to feel it and see it and know that it was real and yet not quite his. But it would be. Another time, another place, and that would be him tied to the bed and jerking at the silken ties that would not give way until the slender wrists were freed. Or, in Sylar's case, until he became so needy for it that he cheated and used his telekinesis to snap the bonds and allow him to do what he would to his tormentors. Gabriel would never do that.
Gabriel lay bound, begging for the others to return. What had been a soft whisper for Nathan and Mohinder had quickly turned to a whimpering plea. The sound was high pitched and needy, the bed creaking with his movements, and yet when they died off to nothing more than moans and sighs, the true torture began. It was then that he could hear every sound from the other word. His ears, so keen and exacting, could pick out every minut sound.
He could hear flesh and hair against the suede of the sofa, a sound made deeper by the pressure of weight against another. He couldn't tell who was being pinned but it was obvious that someone was. Was it Mohinder beneath Nathan, his mocha form arching up to try and deepen the angle of their bodies. Every kiss they shared echoed in Gabriel's hear. The sound of stubble against flesh, the clink of teeth and the soft sounds of pleasure that were intentionally being muted for Gabriel's benefit. The torture he remembered Sylar enduring at Suresh's hands was less painful than laying there on silken sheets and wondering if they'd forgotten he was there.
Maybe it was the soft sounds that Mohinder made, the groans that were so distinctly Petrelli. Maybe it was the way tears stung Gabriel's eyes, the thought never occuring to him that he could be free in a moment with nothing mroe than his mind and a thought. Gabriel was such a good boy, so well behaved. Gabriel would do what he was told and wait until they returned to him. Sylar had no plans to let Gabriel wait any longer.
The knots of the silk ties slowly undid themselves. When Nathan and Mohinder returned they were going to be surprised.
Or they were going to find exactly what they wanted.