For Liz
For Liz
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar, Matt/Mohinder, Captain Fine
Rating: PG-13ish?
Summary: Peter gets the ability to make people jizz their pants. For my bestie Liz.
Warnings: Just dumb. Seriously.
Once upon a time Peter Petrelli was chilling, doing whatever it is he does when he's not moping around or lusting after Sylar someone. He was walking down the street when he suddenly sensed the power of someone else with an ability. This person, little known fact, was a one Captain Fine, as some called him. His ability was to make people jizz in their pants. Peter accidentally brushed by him on the crowded street and he absorbed the power.
Peter didn't know this had occurred, so when he happened to visit Mohinder later that afternoon, he didn't think twice when Moho suddenly doubled over and cursed in some strange language. After all, Moho was sort of a weirdo anyway. He did make some weird slime cocoon, once. That's weird.
But then Matt walked in and Peter glanced at him and suddenly Matt was throwing his head back and moaning, "Mohinder!" There was an awkward silence.
"...Did you just jizz your pants, Matt?" Peter asked. Matt blushed. Mohinder grinned sheepishly. Matt eyed Mohinder suspiciously.
"You just did too!" he accused, pointing a finger at Moho. The two of them stared at Peter in wonderment.
"Peter, did you do this?" Moho asked. Peter shrugged. "Try it again," he suggested. So Peter did.
After several awkward minutes of Matt and Mohinder moaning and making really, really REALLY awkward faces, they came to the conclusion that Peter had accidentally absorbed the ability to make people jizz their pants. Mohinder was just about to comment how fantastic this was, when Peter got an idea and teleported out of the room.
"Well, now that we're alone...what was it you said earlier?" Mohinder pressed, sidling up to Matt. The next thing Moho's neighbors heard was the sound of two bodies hitting the floor and lots of screams, consisting mainly of "DOES MATT LIKE MOHO'S HOUSE OF KINKY SEX?"
Meanwhile, Peter had teleported himself to wherever Sylar was hanging out. Sylar was listening to the Scissor Sisters on his iPod when he suddenly sensed a change in the room. He jumped up.
"Peter...? What are you...?" he asked, shocked. Peter simply stared at him.
Sylar was suddenly throwing his head back with wanton abandon. When the aftershocks subsided, he looked at Peter, who was standing in front of Sylar with a very, VERY interested look on his face.
"Peter, did you just make me jizz with your mind?" A satisfied smile appeared on Peter's face. The next thing Sylar knew, he was being hit with this new power repeatedly.
In between attacks, Sylar managed to try and speak.
"Oh god Peter....fuck...what...are you doing? Sto-OH DON'T STOP fuckfuckfuck-"
Strong hands dug into the chair Sylar was sitting in, breaking in and covering Sylar's hands with blood. "Please...Peter..." he managed to rasp. Peter stopped. Sylar's head fell back, covered in sweat. He eyed Peter warily.
"How was it?" Peter prompted. Sylar groaned.
"Do I even have to say?" he replied. He was rewarded with a smile. Peter crouched in front of Sylar.
"That's what I thought. Now then, how about you reciprocate the good old fashioned way?"
Sylar most certainly did not have to be asked twice.
The neighbors were really starting to get mad, though. You can only bang on the ceiling so much with a broomstick before suddenly finding yourself jizzing oh so wonderfully in your pants.
Hmm. Maybe it wasn't that bad.
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar, Matt/Mohinder, Captain Fine
Rating: PG-13ish?
Summary: Peter gets the ability to make people jizz their pants. For my bestie Liz.
Warnings: Just dumb. Seriously.
Once upon a time Peter Petrelli was chilling, doing whatever it is he does when he's not moping around or lusting after Sylar someone. He was walking down the street when he suddenly sensed the power of someone else with an ability. This person, little known fact, was a one Captain Fine, as some called him. His ability was to make people jizz in their pants. Peter accidentally brushed by him on the crowded street and he absorbed the power.
Peter didn't know this had occurred, so when he happened to visit Mohinder later that afternoon, he didn't think twice when Moho suddenly doubled over and cursed in some strange language. After all, Moho was sort of a weirdo anyway. He did make some weird slime cocoon, once. That's weird.
But then Matt walked in and Peter glanced at him and suddenly Matt was throwing his head back and moaning, "Mohinder!" There was an awkward silence.
"...Did you just jizz your pants, Matt?" Peter asked. Matt blushed. Mohinder grinned sheepishly. Matt eyed Mohinder suspiciously.
"You just did too!" he accused, pointing a finger at Moho. The two of them stared at Peter in wonderment.
"Peter, did you do this?" Moho asked. Peter shrugged. "Try it again," he suggested. So Peter did.
After several awkward minutes of Matt and Mohinder moaning and making really, really REALLY awkward faces, they came to the conclusion that Peter had accidentally absorbed the ability to make people jizz their pants. Mohinder was just about to comment how fantastic this was, when Peter got an idea and teleported out of the room.
"Well, now that we're alone...what was it you said earlier?" Mohinder pressed, sidling up to Matt. The next thing Moho's neighbors heard was the sound of two bodies hitting the floor and lots of screams, consisting mainly of "DOES MATT LIKE MOHO'S HOUSE OF KINKY SEX?"
Meanwhile, Peter had teleported himself to wherever Sylar was hanging out. Sylar was listening to the Scissor Sisters on his iPod when he suddenly sensed a change in the room. He jumped up.
"Peter...? What are you...?" he asked, shocked. Peter simply stared at him.
Sylar was suddenly throwing his head back with wanton abandon. When the aftershocks subsided, he looked at Peter, who was standing in front of Sylar with a very, VERY interested look on his face.
"Peter, did you just make me jizz with your mind?" A satisfied smile appeared on Peter's face. The next thing Sylar knew, he was being hit with this new power repeatedly.
In between attacks, Sylar managed to try and speak.
"Oh god Peter....fuck...what...are you doing? Sto-OH DON'T STOP fuckfuckfuck-"
Strong hands dug into the chair Sylar was sitting in, breaking in and covering Sylar's hands with blood. "Please...Peter..." he managed to rasp. Peter stopped. Sylar's head fell back, covered in sweat. He eyed Peter warily.
"How was it?" Peter prompted. Sylar groaned.
"Do I even have to say?" he replied. He was rewarded with a smile. Peter crouched in front of Sylar.
"That's what I thought. Now then, how about you reciprocate the good old fashioned way?"
Sylar most certainly did not have to be asked twice.
The neighbors were really starting to get mad, though. You can only bang on the ceiling so much with a broomstick before suddenly finding yourself jizzing oh so wonderfully in your pants.
Hmm. Maybe it wasn't that bad.