Re: F!Peter/F!Sylar: They shouldn't be doing this... 2/2
anonymous
October 17 2008, 04:01:41 UTC
There's only so many utensils and plates, and there's only so long he can obsessively dry each one by hand, so eventually, he has to go to the living room, where Peter is listlessly watching television with the volume turned almost all the way down. His half-eaten plate is already set far aside. Gabriel sits down beside him, but not too close.
"What happened today?" he asks, carefully looking only at the television, giving Peter privacy to speak. Peter's the one who taught him this. Gabriel always knew how to tease out pain, but Peter taught him how to soothe it away.
It's not until the next commercial break that Peter answers. "I killed someone."
Gabriel doesn't have to ask about the circumstances to know he's telling the truth when he looks over at Peter and says, "Because you had to."
Peter's brow is furrowed, making the new scar even more twisted and deep. "I don't even know anymore," he whispers.
And Gabriel doesn't think, he just reaches out and curls his hand around the nape of Peter's neck, squeezing gently, giving comfort through his touch--something else he learned from Peter. "I do," he says. "I know you. You had to. And it's okay."
Peter turns his head and looks at him with tears and a plea for absolution in his eyes and Gabriel just reacts. It all happens so quickly. He leans in, and he kisses Peter. His brother.
For a moment, they both freeze.
Then Gabriel feels Peter sigh against his lips.
Peter's hand curls around the back of Gabriel's neck, mirroring Gabriel's around Peter's.
Peter says, "We shouldn't..."
"I know," Gabriel says, drowning in regret as he forces himself to pull away.
But Peter gasps when they break contact, like he's in pain. He says, "Wait. Don't. Please. Gabriel."
"Peter... I don't want to... mess this up. I couldn't--you need this. You need to be safe somewhere--"
"This is being safe," Peter says, hoarsely. "I just need--You want it. I want it. I do feel safe with you. I feel... at home."
Like family, Gabriel thinks, and even as his heart melts, his stomach twists at the wrongness of it. He knows their family. He's seen the long and deeply entrenched lines of manipulation and abuse. He's tasted their mother's kiss. Peter pushes closer, so their lips are almost touching. Gabriel can feel him breathing and he wants him. He wants him so much. Pin him down, force him open, fuck him hard, make him scream my name.
He thinks about Noah, so sweet and so innocent, and how it feels in his heart when he holds him, and how he'd die before he'd let anything hurt him in any way.
He catches Peter's face in both hands and kisses him... on the forehead, away from the scar. "I can't. Peter..."
He turns Peter's face up and looks into Peter's eyes, making sure Peter can see straight down to his soul. "I love you too much."
"What happened today?" he asks, carefully looking only at the television, giving Peter privacy to speak. Peter's the one who taught him this. Gabriel always knew how to tease out pain, but Peter taught him how to soothe it away.
It's not until the next commercial break that Peter answers. "I killed someone."
Gabriel doesn't have to ask about the circumstances to know he's telling the truth when he looks over at Peter and says, "Because you had to."
Peter's brow is furrowed, making the new scar even more twisted and deep. "I don't even know anymore," he whispers.
And Gabriel doesn't think, he just reaches out and curls his hand around the nape of Peter's neck, squeezing gently, giving comfort through his touch--something else he learned from Peter. "I do," he says. "I know you. You had to. And it's okay."
Peter turns his head and looks at him with tears and a plea for absolution in his eyes and Gabriel just reacts. It all happens so quickly. He leans in, and he kisses Peter. His brother.
For a moment, they both freeze.
Then Gabriel feels Peter sigh against his lips.
Peter's hand curls around the back of Gabriel's neck, mirroring Gabriel's around Peter's.
Peter says, "We shouldn't..."
"I know," Gabriel says, drowning in regret as he forces himself to pull away.
But Peter gasps when they break contact, like he's in pain. He says, "Wait. Don't. Please. Gabriel."
"Peter... I don't want to... mess this up. I couldn't--you need this. You need to be safe somewhere--"
"This is being safe," Peter says, hoarsely. "I just need--You want it. I want it. I do feel safe with you. I feel... at home."
Like family, Gabriel thinks, and even as his heart melts, his stomach twists at the wrongness of it. He knows their family. He's seen the long and deeply entrenched lines of manipulation and abuse. He's tasted their mother's kiss. Peter pushes closer, so their lips are almost touching. Gabriel can feel him breathing and he wants him. He wants him so much. Pin him down, force him open, fuck him hard, make him scream my name.
He thinks about Noah, so sweet and so innocent, and how it feels in his heart when he holds him, and how he'd die before he'd let anything hurt him in any way.
He catches Peter's face in both hands and kisses him... on the forehead, away from the scar. "I can't. Peter..."
He turns Peter's face up and looks into Peter's eyes, making sure Peter can see straight down to his soul. "I love you too much."
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I actually wrote an attempt at this prompt too but decided it was too awful to post. So, thanks anon, I did so want to see this done.
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