It's late
And I should be sleeping.
Title: Unconditional
Rating: Rish? It depends.
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar, mentions of Samuel
Summary: Unrelated to my other fics. Just more "Peter and Sylar at the carnival" shit.
Warnings: Spoilers, season 4 mostly. Guy/guy romance.
One thing Peter never thought he'd see is his ex-nemesis and once brother at the carnival run by the man from the bus crash and the fast guy with the knives.
Really, it was weird.
Not only because he thought Sylar was long dead, but also because this Sylar didn't look like the one he was used to. It's weird, but Peter quickly adjusts. He's been feeling a little weird lately. He tries and tries to help people but in the end he just feels...hollow.
So maybe a little recklessness is in order, who knows?
Peter saunters over and stands in front of Sylar. The other man looks up at him. In his eyes, Peter can see a hint of the power and mischief that used to reside there.
"Hi Peter," Sylar says, sounding just a little defeated. Peter's eyebrows raise.
"I thought you lost your memory?" he asks, cocking his head to one side. Sylar turns to look in Peter's direction, but not directly at his face.
"Yeah, well, I got it back, and guess what? Turns out I've been in some fucking lie for the past couple months. Fantastic." His head falls back and lands against the wall with a thump.
Peter hesitates, then asks, "Are you going to kill me?" For the first time since Peter got there, Sylar looks him in the eyes. They stand there for several seconds, just looking at each other, before Sylar finally says, "No."
He's not sure who made the first move, but the next thing Peter knows, they're on the bed in Sylar's trailer and he's straddling the other man. Sylar's hands are planted firmly on his hips and he's arching his back so his mouth can meet Peter's.
Peter drops his head to make it easier. He's not sure why, but it feels like he's in some sort of trance, or something. All logic was thrown out the window when he first laid his eyes on Sylar, and right now, everything was all about the other man.
Clothes are removed, fingers are sucked and then pushed into someplace wonderful, and then Peter is spread out on his stomach on Sylar's bed with hot cock in him and an even hotter mouth planting kisses and breathy moans against his neck.
When Peter had imagined having sex with Sylar (and yes, he imagined it, although he won't admit to how often), he always imagined it to be rough, hard, and fast. Kisses would not be exchanged, tenderness wouldn't even exist- and yet, right this second, as it's happening for real, Peter can't help but notice the way the man behind him is peppering kisses across his back or the way his hands are gently rubbing his hip bones.
He decides it's better than what he imagined.
Definitely.
The next few minutes become a blur in Peter's head as sensations start to take over and his mind goes blank in exhaustion. When they're done, Sylar pulls away and sits across from Peter on the bed, looking at him thoughtfully, before summoning a washcloth, which he uses to gently wipe at himself, and then leaning forward, at Peter as well.
This time, when Peter looks in Sylar's eyes, he sees just a little bit of uncertainty. Moving his head forward, he plants a kiss in the center of Sylar's forehead. When he pulls back, he sees wide brown eyes staring back at him, and Peter can't help but smile just a little.
Sylar sits next to Peter.
"Why me?" Peter asks.
Sylar shrugs.
"I'm not sure."
Silence.
Finally, "You're the one person who hasn't used me for your own motives. You've just been...you. Naive, optimistic, foolish Peter Petrelli, with a major hero complex and mommy issues." He lightly traces a fingertip across Peter's forearm, tracing the vein.
"And, I think..." He struggles to put what he's feeling into words. "I think we're a lot a like. You and me."
Peter is busy trying to figure out why it feels like his heart is moving so fast. His arm tingles where Sylar touches it.
"I never thought I'd admit this, but I'm quite fond of you, Peter," Sylar's other hand slides across Peter's jaw and pulls his face over so he can kiss him properly. Peter happily returns the kiss.
They pull apart. Peter goes through several emotions at once, before settling on the strongest.
"You're beautiful," he says.
He didn't just mean physically, either.
"I'm in love with you," Peter whispers. He adds, "I'm in love with you for who you are inside. I know you're not heartless."
He knows because he can feel it inside his own heart.
They settle into passion kissing and feather light touches, exploring each other. They may not have a lot of time, but they have enough for now.
Peter decides he needs to send a thank you note to Samuel later, for leading him here.
Sure, this was bound to happen eventually, but the carnival sped up the process, and things were perfect.
Together, they could deal with anything.
Title: Unconditional
Rating: Rish? It depends.
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar, mentions of Samuel
Summary: Unrelated to my other fics. Just more "Peter and Sylar at the carnival" shit.
Warnings: Spoilers, season 4 mostly. Guy/guy romance.
One thing Peter never thought he'd see is his ex-nemesis and once brother at the carnival run by the man from the bus crash and the fast guy with the knives.
Really, it was weird.
Not only because he thought Sylar was long dead, but also because this Sylar didn't look like the one he was used to. It's weird, but Peter quickly adjusts. He's been feeling a little weird lately. He tries and tries to help people but in the end he just feels...hollow.
So maybe a little recklessness is in order, who knows?
Peter saunters over and stands in front of Sylar. The other man looks up at him. In his eyes, Peter can see a hint of the power and mischief that used to reside there.
"Hi Peter," Sylar says, sounding just a little defeated. Peter's eyebrows raise.
"I thought you lost your memory?" he asks, cocking his head to one side. Sylar turns to look in Peter's direction, but not directly at his face.
"Yeah, well, I got it back, and guess what? Turns out I've been in some fucking lie for the past couple months. Fantastic." His head falls back and lands against the wall with a thump.
Peter hesitates, then asks, "Are you going to kill me?" For the first time since Peter got there, Sylar looks him in the eyes. They stand there for several seconds, just looking at each other, before Sylar finally says, "No."
He's not sure who made the first move, but the next thing Peter knows, they're on the bed in Sylar's trailer and he's straddling the other man. Sylar's hands are planted firmly on his hips and he's arching his back so his mouth can meet Peter's.
Peter drops his head to make it easier. He's not sure why, but it feels like he's in some sort of trance, or something. All logic was thrown out the window when he first laid his eyes on Sylar, and right now, everything was all about the other man.
Clothes are removed, fingers are sucked and then pushed into someplace wonderful, and then Peter is spread out on his stomach on Sylar's bed with hot cock in him and an even hotter mouth planting kisses and breathy moans against his neck.
When Peter had imagined having sex with Sylar (and yes, he imagined it, although he won't admit to how often), he always imagined it to be rough, hard, and fast. Kisses would not be exchanged, tenderness wouldn't even exist- and yet, right this second, as it's happening for real, Peter can't help but notice the way the man behind him is peppering kisses across his back or the way his hands are gently rubbing his hip bones.
He decides it's better than what he imagined.
Definitely.
The next few minutes become a blur in Peter's head as sensations start to take over and his mind goes blank in exhaustion. When they're done, Sylar pulls away and sits across from Peter on the bed, looking at him thoughtfully, before summoning a washcloth, which he uses to gently wipe at himself, and then leaning forward, at Peter as well.
This time, when Peter looks in Sylar's eyes, he sees just a little bit of uncertainty. Moving his head forward, he plants a kiss in the center of Sylar's forehead. When he pulls back, he sees wide brown eyes staring back at him, and Peter can't help but smile just a little.
Sylar sits next to Peter.
"Why me?" Peter asks.
Sylar shrugs.
"I'm not sure."
Silence.
Finally, "You're the one person who hasn't used me for your own motives. You've just been...you. Naive, optimistic, foolish Peter Petrelli, with a major hero complex and mommy issues." He lightly traces a fingertip across Peter's forearm, tracing the vein.
"And, I think..." He struggles to put what he's feeling into words. "I think we're a lot a like. You and me."
Peter is busy trying to figure out why it feels like his heart is moving so fast. His arm tingles where Sylar touches it.
"I never thought I'd admit this, but I'm quite fond of you, Peter," Sylar's other hand slides across Peter's jaw and pulls his face over so he can kiss him properly. Peter happily returns the kiss.
They pull apart. Peter goes through several emotions at once, before settling on the strongest.
"You're beautiful," he says.
He didn't just mean physically, either.
"I'm in love with you," Peter whispers. He adds, "I'm in love with you for who you are inside. I know you're not heartless."
He knows because he can feel it inside his own heart.
They settle into passion kissing and feather light touches, exploring each other. They may not have a lot of time, but they have enough for now.
Peter decides he needs to send a thank you note to Samuel later, for leading him here.
Sure, this was bound to happen eventually, but the carnival sped up the process, and things were perfect.
Together, they could deal with anything.