Phone Sex
Phone Sex
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar, Danko
Rating: Rish
Summary: Danko overhears Sylar having phone sex.
Warnings: Spoilers for season 3, probably. Some coarse language.
Danko was hiding in Sylar's closet.
Okay, not exactly the best hiding spot, but what can you do? Ever since he'd discovered where the killer was hiding, he was dying to hide out and wait for him to come home so he can jump out and SHOOT HIM IN THE FUCKING HEAD. His fingers trembled in anticipation. Oh yes, tonight would be the night...
Just then, he heard the door open and shut. Perfect. He held his breath so he could hear better. Sylar was talking, on the phone, it sounded, since he only heard one side of the conversation. He took his gun out of the holster and poised, ready to strike, when something Sylar said made him stop dead in his tracks.
He said, "So what are you going to do with that lube?"
...What. The. Actual. Fuck?
Was Sylar, mass serial killer and psychopath having phone sex with someone? Narrowing his eyes, Danko leaned further in to hear better.
"Oh, I like that idea, baby. I want you to get yourself all wet for me, ready for my cock. Are you ready for me?" Sylar was practically purring. Purring, for Chrissakes! Danko risked peeking out the crack. Sylar was leaning against the counter in the kitchen, his back to Danko. Perfect fucking shot. Danko opened the door enough to stick his gun out. Sylar, it seemed, was distracted enough by the phone call, his breathing slightly elevated, his hand (probably) rubbing obscenely over his crotch. Pervert. Just as he started to aim, Sylar's head fell back.
"I need you baby, can you come over here?" He waited a second. "Like, now," he clarified. He must have heard an answer he liked, because his head snapped back up. "Great, I can't wait to see you. I love you." He hung up.
Well that was weird. Really, really weird. Unfortunately for Danko's plan, if some girl was coming over here, he couldn't just shoot Sylar, now could he? His only hope was to get to the door before Sylar did. And wasn't it just his luck? Sylar had wandered into the bedroom to, who the fuck knows, get naked or something. Danko tried to not think about that.
While he was busy, he heard soft footstops outside the door. He ran over and pulled open the door, so he could tell her that-
-"I got here as fast as I could, baby," A very, very flushed Peter Petrelli said, standing in the doorway wearing nothing but some ridiculous latex pants and a trenchcoat, which he was currently holding open to show Danko just how excited he was to be there. When Peter opened his eyes, he jumped back in surprise, holding the trenchcoat closed.
"What the fuck?" he yelped, flushing red. Danko raised an eyebrow.
"I should probably be asking you the same question," he mused. Who knew that all this time, Senator Petrelli's criminal brother was having an affair with the infamous serial killer Sylar? Well, okay, maybe it wasn't that far fetched.
Just then, Sylar walked in, looked at what was going on, and oh hell no, he was pissed. Before Danko could raise his gun and shoot, Sylar had used his telekinesis to throw him across the hall, slamming him into a wall and knocking him unconcious. Peter looked at him appreciatively.
"He's going to tell everyone, you know," he remarked. Sylar just smiled.
"Well, I think we have a little time before he wakes up..." He pushed himself against Peter, and was pleasantly surprised to find Peter was still completely and totally turned on by the whole situation.
"You're such a dirty boy," he laughed, and grabbing Peter's hand, pulled him into the apartment and slammed the door.
Later, when Danko came to groggily, sprawled out in the hallway, he could just barely make out the sound of furniture banging into a wall and two male voices, chorusing together in ecstasy. Cursing, he tried to get up, only to discover, one, his gun had mysteriously turned to gold, and two, he was pinned to the floor with some invisible force.
Fuck. His. Life.
Scrunching his eyes shut, Danko tried his damnest to block out the obscene noises coming from the apartment next to him. Oh, what he was going to do to that damn Sylar and his crazy boyfriend...
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar, Danko
Rating: Rish
Summary: Danko overhears Sylar having phone sex.
Warnings: Spoilers for season 3, probably. Some coarse language.
Danko was hiding in Sylar's closet.
Okay, not exactly the best hiding spot, but what can you do? Ever since he'd discovered where the killer was hiding, he was dying to hide out and wait for him to come home so he can jump out and SHOOT HIM IN THE FUCKING HEAD. His fingers trembled in anticipation. Oh yes, tonight would be the night...
Just then, he heard the door open and shut. Perfect. He held his breath so he could hear better. Sylar was talking, on the phone, it sounded, since he only heard one side of the conversation. He took his gun out of the holster and poised, ready to strike, when something Sylar said made him stop dead in his tracks.
He said, "So what are you going to do with that lube?"
...What. The. Actual. Fuck?
Was Sylar, mass serial killer and psychopath having phone sex with someone? Narrowing his eyes, Danko leaned further in to hear better.
"Oh, I like that idea, baby. I want you to get yourself all wet for me, ready for my cock. Are you ready for me?" Sylar was practically purring. Purring, for Chrissakes! Danko risked peeking out the crack. Sylar was leaning against the counter in the kitchen, his back to Danko. Perfect fucking shot. Danko opened the door enough to stick his gun out. Sylar, it seemed, was distracted enough by the phone call, his breathing slightly elevated, his hand (probably) rubbing obscenely over his crotch. Pervert. Just as he started to aim, Sylar's head fell back.
"I need you baby, can you come over here?" He waited a second. "Like, now," he clarified. He must have heard an answer he liked, because his head snapped back up. "Great, I can't wait to see you. I love you." He hung up.
Well that was weird. Really, really weird. Unfortunately for Danko's plan, if some girl was coming over here, he couldn't just shoot Sylar, now could he? His only hope was to get to the door before Sylar did. And wasn't it just his luck? Sylar had wandered into the bedroom to, who the fuck knows, get naked or something. Danko tried to not think about that.
While he was busy, he heard soft footstops outside the door. He ran over and pulled open the door, so he could tell her that-
-"I got here as fast as I could, baby," A very, very flushed Peter Petrelli said, standing in the doorway wearing nothing but some ridiculous latex pants and a trenchcoat, which he was currently holding open to show Danko just how excited he was to be there. When Peter opened his eyes, he jumped back in surprise, holding the trenchcoat closed.
"What the fuck?" he yelped, flushing red. Danko raised an eyebrow.
"I should probably be asking you the same question," he mused. Who knew that all this time, Senator Petrelli's criminal brother was having an affair with the infamous serial killer Sylar? Well, okay, maybe it wasn't that far fetched.
Just then, Sylar walked in, looked at what was going on, and oh hell no, he was pissed. Before Danko could raise his gun and shoot, Sylar had used his telekinesis to throw him across the hall, slamming him into a wall and knocking him unconcious. Peter looked at him appreciatively.
"He's going to tell everyone, you know," he remarked. Sylar just smiled.
"Well, I think we have a little time before he wakes up..." He pushed himself against Peter, and was pleasantly surprised to find Peter was still completely and totally turned on by the whole situation.
"You're such a dirty boy," he laughed, and grabbing Peter's hand, pulled him into the apartment and slammed the door.
Later, when Danko came to groggily, sprawled out in the hallway, he could just barely make out the sound of furniture banging into a wall and two male voices, chorusing together in ecstasy. Cursing, he tried to get up, only to discover, one, his gun had mysteriously turned to gold, and two, he was pinned to the floor with some invisible force.
Fuck. His. Life.
Scrunching his eyes shut, Danko tried his damnest to block out the obscene noises coming from the apartment next to him. Oh, what he was going to do to that damn Sylar and his crazy boyfriend...