Part Two--Sweet Six Six Six
Title: Part Two--Sweet Six Six Six
Characters: Sylar/Gabriel Gray and Peter Petrelli
Rating: Probably NC-17 for implications.
Warnings: Implied blood. Slash, semi-dub-con, serious angst, depressing thoughts. Those with anal squicks should turn away. Possible rape triggers. THIS IS DARK!FIC.
Words: 344
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.
A/N #4: Thanks to those who commented despite being sicked out by this.
Later…
Sylar slowly drew himself to his side before standing, feeling numb, sore, stretched. Used. He’d kept his hand over himself throughout, partly as a defense in case Peter somehow couldn’t complete the deed because of Sylar’s fear and inexperience. Partly to hide the fact that he wasn’t into it at all.
His first step had him staggering and he caught himself on the bed with one hand, biting into his sore, bloodied lip for the hundredth time that day. He prayed Peter hadn’t noticed, but he knew it was impossible.
Sure enough, “Why didn’t you tell me?” was the quiet yet offended question.
He merely shrugged and hid the limp as best he could on his way to his clothes on the floor, staring at them a moment as he wondered how to get them actually into his hands without bending or twisting, otherwise upsetting his balance.
“Sylar,” Peter was demanding now and when he glanced back, the medic was staring at the only point of interest he seemed to possess.
Something felt wet, but he ignored it. He had to. He would deal with the fallout after he got away.
“Why would you let me do that? I could have…Your first time should be something special…”
That had him turning around.
“Why does it have to be special, Peter?” he flung back, actually making eye contact now. Okay, something was dripping now and that was embarrassing and ticklish.
I’m not special, why should this be?
“B-because,” Peter frowned again, taken aback and confused, “it’s y- it was your first time and that shouldn’t have happened, not…like that.”
Sylar shook his head, looking away now; exhaling what was almost a snort.
“That implies that I care. And that you were somehow robbing me of something.”
He glanced back briefly, then slowly inched down to the side to grab up his pants. Peter was now staring resolutely straight ahead and no longer at Sylar’s more interesting anatomies. Sylar sneered a moment, then said;
“I don’t have any innocence to rob, Peter, so get over it.”
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Characters: Sylar/Gabriel Gray and Peter Petrelli
Rating: Probably NC-17 for implications.
Warnings: Implied blood. Slash, semi-dub-con, serious angst, depressing thoughts. Those with anal squicks should turn away. Possible rape triggers. THIS IS DARK!FIC.
Words: 344
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.
A/N #4: Thanks to those who commented despite being sicked out by this.
Later…
Sylar slowly drew himself to his side before standing, feeling numb, sore, stretched. Used. He’d kept his hand over himself throughout, partly as a defense in case Peter somehow couldn’t complete the deed because of Sylar’s fear and inexperience. Partly to hide the fact that he wasn’t into it at all.
His first step had him staggering and he caught himself on the bed with one hand, biting into his sore, bloodied lip for the hundredth time that day. He prayed Peter hadn’t noticed, but he knew it was impossible.
Sure enough, “Why didn’t you tell me?” was the quiet yet offended question.
He merely shrugged and hid the limp as best he could on his way to his clothes on the floor, staring at them a moment as he wondered how to get them actually into his hands without bending or twisting, otherwise upsetting his balance.
“Sylar,” Peter was demanding now and when he glanced back, the medic was staring at the only point of interest he seemed to possess.
Something felt wet, but he ignored it. He had to. He would deal with the fallout after he got away.
“Why would you let me do that? I could have…Your first time should be something special…”
That had him turning around.
“Why does it have to be special, Peter?” he flung back, actually making eye contact now. Okay, something was dripping now and that was embarrassing and ticklish.
I’m not special, why should this be?
“B-because,” Peter frowned again, taken aback and confused, “it’s y- it was your first time and that shouldn’t have happened, not…like that.”
Sylar shook his head, looking away now; exhaling what was almost a snort.
“That implies that I care. And that you were somehow robbing me of something.”
He glanced back briefly, then slowly inched down to the side to grab up his pants. Peter was now staring resolutely straight ahead and no longer at Sylar’s more interesting anatomies. Sylar sneered a moment, then said;
“I don’t have any innocence to rob, Peter, so get over it.”
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