The World's Most Effed Up Gift
Title: The World's Most Effed Up Gift
Characters: Sylar (Gabriel Gray) and Peter Petrelli
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Warnings: Implied squicks, torture, combined with sex. Let your mind wander.
Setting: Inside the Wall.
Summary: Sylar's been working on a project to help Peter loosen up. It's a bit misguided.
A/N: Been a while since I posted something. I know it's dark. This one's been bouncing around in my head for months and months. I wish my Peter muse was up so I could extend this, but ah, well.
A/N: After posting it, game_byrd and I took this for a spin and finished the scene as an RP-exchange.
Sylar swung the door open and let Peter pass, promising, “You’ll like it.” Peter stopped walking a few steps in.
Inside was a rather bare room, the mattress flipped on its side, leaned against the far wall. A blue tarp lay closer to the door, between four poles welded and screwed into the floor, concrete, stripped of any carpet or padding, swept clean. Into the ceiling, he’d located a stud and secured a hook to it, above the tarp, of course. Nearby was a solid metal chair with arms and several construction-type lights. The windows had blinds and air-raid curtains for completely blocking out light. On several long, metal tables were many objects, the assembly of which spoke of gruesome acts that Sylar clearly anticipated.
Lighters, matches, a small bottle of lemon extract, sandpaper. Scissors (those had been hard to add to the list). A few vices and splints, screwdrivers, pliers of assorted sizes, a hammer and a large wrench. Glue and cement and wax, a stapler and tweezers. A 2x4, a thick metal pipe and some various diameters of PVC, needles with some vials of mostly clear liquids for various injection purposes, curare included, light on the sterilization equipment, but there was some there. Medical gloves, some folded sheets and towels, a few stacked buckets and a pallet of water bottles. Chains, handcuffs, rope, wire, duct tape. Lube, lotion, condoms. Mouthwash, soap, a hose that connected to the bathroom’s sink, complete with a nozzle attachment. A whip, a police baton, a Taser, a bat, a box of razors, a box cutter, the SS Kimber handgun. And on top sat a fully stocked nail-gun.
Sylar stood with his back to the open door, proudly yet nervously surveying the scene while Peter did so for the first time. “So…what do you think? I didn’t really know what you…had in mind, but I tried to be thorough."
Characters: Sylar (Gabriel Gray) and Peter Petrelli
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Warnings: Implied squicks, torture, combined with sex. Let your mind wander.
Setting: Inside the Wall.
Summary: Sylar's been working on a project to help Peter loosen up. It's a bit misguided.
A/N: Been a while since I posted something. I know it's dark. This one's been bouncing around in my head for months and months. I wish my Peter muse was up so I could extend this, but ah, well.
A/N: After posting it, game_byrd and I took this for a spin and finished the scene as an RP-exchange.
Sylar swung the door open and let Peter pass, promising, “You’ll like it.” Peter stopped walking a few steps in.
Inside was a rather bare room, the mattress flipped on its side, leaned against the far wall. A blue tarp lay closer to the door, between four poles welded and screwed into the floor, concrete, stripped of any carpet or padding, swept clean. Into the ceiling, he’d located a stud and secured a hook to it, above the tarp, of course. Nearby was a solid metal chair with arms and several construction-type lights. The windows had blinds and air-raid curtains for completely blocking out light. On several long, metal tables were many objects, the assembly of which spoke of gruesome acts that Sylar clearly anticipated.
Lighters, matches, a small bottle of lemon extract, sandpaper. Scissors (those had been hard to add to the list). A few vices and splints, screwdrivers, pliers of assorted sizes, a hammer and a large wrench. Glue and cement and wax, a stapler and tweezers. A 2x4, a thick metal pipe and some various diameters of PVC, needles with some vials of mostly clear liquids for various injection purposes, curare included, light on the sterilization equipment, but there was some there. Medical gloves, some folded sheets and towels, a few stacked buckets and a pallet of water bottles. Chains, handcuffs, rope, wire, duct tape. Lube, lotion, condoms. Mouthwash, soap, a hose that connected to the bathroom’s sink, complete with a nozzle attachment. A whip, a police baton, a Taser, a bat, a box of razors, a box cutter, the SS Kimber handgun. And on top sat a fully stocked nail-gun.
Sylar stood with his back to the open door, proudly yet nervously surveying the scene while Peter did so for the first time. “So…what do you think? I didn’t really know what you…had in mind, but I tried to be thorough."