Defend
Title: Defend
Characters: Sylar/Gabriel Gray, Peter Petrelli (Petlar)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic m/m sexual descriptions
Setting: 4.17 or after.
Word count: 470
Beta: game_byrd
Written for: heroes_contest drabble challenge #33 "Defend"
Sylar had safeguards for lots of things. He’d been around the block, he’d felt a lot, seen a lot, been through a lot. He was lucky in possessing of razor-like wit, filled with sarcasm for the verbal attack. He had a big body; was decently athletic, had big fists and long limbs when he lacked his array of otherwise blistering powers for avoiding the physical. (He was going to need telepathy to get some mental walls - it was just that simple). He had his own strict moral code, both from his mother, the Church and his own intellect; he had a conscience he wished he didn’t have but one he listened to on occasion for his natural mental defenses. Emotionally…Well, he was a guy (a deep one who felt a lot and loved and trusted easily) - he didn’t allow his heart to beat. He’d turned it to stone for safety’s sake, a natural defense and watched as it grew deep fissures and cracks over time. He lacked a soul anyway; it was just fancy, human-sized black hole in his chest.
Sexually…he didn’t really bother. It was bound to fail due to personality, or social, moral, or religious reasons.
He had all these blockades for pain.
He had next to none for pleasure.
People didn’t get close enough to inflict it, nor did they have reason to. Peter did, though, and he inflicted it mercilessly. Easily hundreds of forms of pleasure with different nerves, areas of the body; the slightest twist would change the act or experience. Sylar, ever the sponge, felt his creativity open like a portal. How many ways just to feel:
Hands - fingers, palm, thumbs. Mouth - lips, teeth, gums, tongue, taste. Skin, the largest human organ. Penis - glans, shaft, frenulum, testicles. Peter managed to make his ass feel good, too. Pleasured - Peter Petrelli style.
Being fucked, kissed, masturbated, sucked, frotted through the couch, through the wall. Excited; nuzzled; teased and tickled. Mouthed, laved, tasted and tongued. Devoured. Scratched; chewed; bitten. Held, gripped and squeezed. Massaged and fondled and petted; stroked and pumped; milked. Swallowed down and blown to bits. Seized and pleasantly molested, groped, fingered. Slicked, stretched, humped, used and pounded. Positioned, penetrated and opened up. Possessed and claimed, owned. Being inhaled.
Cuddled. Indulged. Aroused. Embraced. Caressed. Comforted, calmed. Explored; valued; savored.
…you know, pleasured.
In the end, Peter drove his mind up a wall and melted his spine; burning his balls and exploding his cock, making his fingers numb and tingle; his shoulders useless, his arms and knees weak, his abdominals clenching, his toes curling.
A shout, part yelp, part shriek, an exclamation and proclamation; a hint of a moan with an underlying begging keening and the tone of a scream: “EHHAHUUUGH!”
And many months after that another deity overthrew God, overhearing his pleas…
“…Peter…”