Part One--Sweet Six Six Six
Title: Part One--Sweet Six Six Six
Characters: Sylar/Gabriel Gray and Peter Petrelli
Rating: Probably NC-17 for implications.
Warnings: Slash, semi-dub-con, serious angst, depressing thoughts. Future blood warnings. Those with anal squicks should turn away. Possible rape triggers. THIS IS DARK!FIC.
Words: 331
Setting: The Wall, S4
A/N: This has been cooking in my brain for....months. I just had to get it out. It's based off something someone said about the potential for sex without the boys being ready or in any kind of relationship. My brain cooked this up and its admittedly a little very sick.
A/N #2: Suggested listening here from darkshikako and H.I.M. Slash vid, folks, don't own the vid or the song.
A/N #3: This is only loosely non-canon MBU. But this is NOT MBU. Read it how you please.
Lying on his side, Peter behind him, both nude, he was struggling with muscular tension. Stress. Fear, honestly.
He couldn’t look, couldn’t watch it happen, didn’t want to see the other man, he just couldn’t. Sylar managed to keep his hands and shoulders appearing relaxed-that was all Peter could and would see and all he needed to judge.
This brings a whole new meaning to ‘faking it’.
Peter laid a hand on his shoulder and he nearly threw up. God, what am I doing?
“Have you ever done this before?”
“It’s alright, Peter, just do it.”
Peter paused, he could tell, but his hand strayed much lower to what he really wanted.
Sylar bit his lip white, but didn’t move, the entire time his mind was screaming at him to do just that-I don’t like this! I don’t want you there! I don’t like this! I don’t want you there!
He waited as patiently as he could while being touched, feeling sick and prepared to feel worse. He waited as patiently as he could for the agonizing tearing and gut-wrenching pain he knew was coming, because inexperienced or not, he knew what to expect.
“Are you sure?” the other man so thoughtfully asked of him, finally touching the place that slammed his eyes shut, willing away the nightmare he was subjecting himself to consentingly.
“Shut up and do it already,” he hissed through his teeth, his throat grating as he tried to make himself sound turned on by the proceedings somehow. He heard the other man’s eyes roll and knew he’d succeeded.
Why are you doing this? Isn’t there another way? This time you’re willing, you’re just….just lying here, taking it, why take this when you don’t have to, why-
His body finally loosened, going slack and relaxed at last.
Because you deserve it. You have nothing to offer him but this. Maybe…
More quietly his more hopeful, backwards-sadist, misguided mind added on.
Maybe it can go towards making amends.
Characters: Sylar/Gabriel Gray and Peter Petrelli
Rating: Probably NC-17 for implications.
Warnings: Slash, semi-dub-con, serious angst, depressing thoughts. Future blood warnings. Those with anal squicks should turn away. Possible rape triggers. THIS IS DARK!FIC.
Words: 331
Setting: The Wall, S4
A/N: This has been cooking in my brain for....months. I just had to get it out. It's based off something someone said about the potential for sex without the boys being ready or in any kind of relationship. My brain cooked this up and its admittedly a little very sick.
A/N #2: Suggested listening here from darkshikako and H.I.M. Slash vid, folks, don't own the vid or the song.
A/N #3: This is only loosely non-canon MBU. But this is NOT MBU. Read it how you please.
Lying on his side, Peter behind him, both nude, he was struggling with muscular tension. Stress. Fear, honestly.
He couldn’t look, couldn’t watch it happen, didn’t want to see the other man, he just couldn’t. Sylar managed to keep his hands and shoulders appearing relaxed-that was all Peter could and would see and all he needed to judge.
This brings a whole new meaning to ‘faking it’.
Peter laid a hand on his shoulder and he nearly threw up. God, what am I doing?
“Have you ever done this before?”
“It’s alright, Peter, just do it.”
Peter paused, he could tell, but his hand strayed much lower to what he really wanted.
Sylar bit his lip white, but didn’t move, the entire time his mind was screaming at him to do just that-I don’t like this! I don’t want you there! I don’t like this! I don’t want you there!
He waited as patiently as he could while being touched, feeling sick and prepared to feel worse. He waited as patiently as he could for the agonizing tearing and gut-wrenching pain he knew was coming, because inexperienced or not, he knew what to expect.
“Are you sure?” the other man so thoughtfully asked of him, finally touching the place that slammed his eyes shut, willing away the nightmare he was subjecting himself to consentingly.
“Shut up and do it already,” he hissed through his teeth, his throat grating as he tried to make himself sound turned on by the proceedings somehow. He heard the other man’s eyes roll and knew he’d succeeded.
Why are you doing this? Isn’t there another way? This time you’re willing, you’re just….just lying here, taking it, why take this when you don’t have to, why-
His body finally loosened, going slack and relaxed at last.
Because you deserve it. You have nothing to offer him but this. Maybe…
More quietly his more hopeful, backwards-sadist, misguided mind added on.
Maybe it can go towards making amends.