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[lornrocks]

Title: Won't Stop Until You're Shaking
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Peter, Sylar, mentions of others
Summary: Based on this prompt: Peter gets injured one way or another but insists that he doesn't want to take regeneration. Sylar accepts. Cue very careful, gentle sex

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[game_byrd]

"I think you *are* afraid," Sylar purred, from less than a foot away.

Peter's lip curled. "Fuck you, Sylar."

Sylar tilted his head slightly and gave him an infuriating smile. "Is that it? Is that why your palms are sweating, your heart is racing, your breathing is shallow?"

Peter's eyes narrowed. He was feeling that way, sure, but what did Sylar mean by 'is that it'? "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Sylar's arrogant grin stayed in place. "Do you want to fuck me, Petrelli?"

Peter blinked and caught his breath. He glanced back and forth around the room, then at Sylar, so close to him. /What the hell? This is unreal!/ His groin surged to life, fueled by the high emotions he already had. He seemed hyper aware of everything all of a sudden. His mouth was dry. He swallowed several times and finally remembered to breath again.

Sylar reached out that hand which he'd been holding up when he walked over and now he put it on Peter's shoulder. The arrogance slipped and for a moment, Peter saw the man underneath. "You do, don't you?"

Peter blinked. He *did*. He'd never really thought about it, but God, he did. He didn't let himself think about it anymore now. He darted his head forward and caught Sylar by surprise, locking his mouth over Sylar's and kissing him roughly, twining his hand deep into the taller man's hair, making a fist and pulling, forcing him forward and against Peter's body.

To Peter's shock, Sylar */whimpered/*. He didn't pull away. He wrapped his arms around Peter like he'd never let him go and kissed back just as savagely, plunging his tongue between Peter's lips and into his mouth. After a forever, Peter jerked Sylar's head back by his hair and said, "Oh, God! Fuck, yes." His grip loosened and Sylar began working across Peter's face, kissing him and licking his skin.

Peter reached down to tug at the front of Sylar's pants. "Are we going all the way?"

Sylar took a moment from chewing at the corner of Peter's jawbone to say, "If I have to hold you down with telekinesis and rape you I will. You started this, Petrelli. I'm sure as hell not letting you stop halfway!"

Peter shivered at the threat. "If you did that, next time there *will* be a team here and you *will* be taken down." But he tilted his head back to let Sylar work down his throat, while Peter's fingers figured out how to unfasten Sylar's jeans and shove them down over that tight ass. He wasn't wearing anything under them and that was so, so hot.

Sylar chuckled against his skin. "So are you saying, Peter, that the only reason there hasn't been a team assembled before now to take me down is because you were waiting for this?" He punctuated his sentence by using his telekinesis to casually toss Peter onto the couch. He took a few moments to jerk his feet out of high tight jeans, losing his shoes in the process, before joining the Italian.

TBD...

[lornrocks]

Girl, your writing is just so amazing. Goodness.