The Corruption of Peter Petrelli - Sylar/Peter Fic - 1/?
Character: Sylar, Peter
Genre: Slash
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1200
Rating: R
Notes: Post series Petlar.
We’d been free for a few weeks. Peter and I had avoided the outside world as much as possible since escaping Parkman’s prison. But Peter had gone back to work since the Boy Scout needed to play hero in any way that he could. I love him, but I don’t get it. I just don’t. Sure I jumped in to help save the world, but that didn’t mean I was going to start rescuing kittens from trees.
On the other hand, I stayed to myself. I was used to being a shadow. For someone who wanted to be as special as I did, it’s funny how much I preferred stalking in the darkness, and I was still stalking. I tried to be good. I tried for Peter, but it came back. The hunger, the need for more, always wins. And thanks to Claire outing specials to the world, it was a hell of a lot easier to hunt. There was always some asshole showing off his special powers on TV.
I’d boot up my laptop, and there they’d be. Billy Bob, who could shoot fire from his fingertips, in the Ozarks, or Mary Sue, who could make people fall in love with her, in Butt Fuck, Alaska. All the little people from the sticks trying to get attention to show off how wonderful they were, it made me sick. It also made me hungry. I am a predator. I am the only predator for my kind, and I owed it to the survival of our newly evolving species to kill off the weak and stupid. I told Chandra in the beginning it was an evolutionary imperative, and I was right.
With Peter being broken, it wasn’t as if he could come home at night and pick up any new powers I had by accident. He could only take one at a time, and most of the time I made him take regeneration. He was doing a dangerous job as a paramedic, not as dangerous as a firefighter, but still bad. All of my hope, what little humanity I had was wrapped up in Peter, and if he died, I’d be nothing but the monster.
As I scrubbed the blood out from under my fingernails, I looked at my reflection the mirror and sighed. I had the lean hungry look in my eyes, and any trace of befuddled innocence I’d gained behind the Wall was gone. It was only a matter of time before Peter found out what I was doing. He’d leave me. I’d broken my promise to him, and I knew he’d never understand that I had no choice.
Playing the mouse was getting old. I wanted to have fun with him. I wanted to be the real me, and I wanted him to like me then too. He liked Gabriel or whoever I’d been when we were trapped, but it was impossible for me to continue like that. It didn’t matter that I loved Peter either and I wished to hell that it did.
I heard the front door open. I didn’t bother to lock it. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t rip apart anyone who tried to break in. By the time I was done in the bathroom, I found Peter face down on the couch with one hand dragging on the floor. I finished tugging on a clean t-shirt and sat down on the edge of the sofa near his legs.
“Nice view. Rough day?” I asked him as I admired how nicely his jeans fit. The edge of his shirt had pulled up out of the waistband of his jeans, and I couldn’t resist the urge to trail my fingertips over the naked spot. Peter twitched and chuckled, looking back at me through his hair.
“Yeah, I’ve got to stop saying ‘yes’ when they ask me to do a double.” He shifted and rolled onto his side, giving me more room, so I could bend over him and capture his mouth in a kiss. He tasted like toothpaste and smelled like soap. Apparently we’d both taken the time to get cleaned up before he came home.
“I’d appreciate it,” I murmured as I brushed the tip of my nose along the shell of his ear before biting the tip of it. “I miss you when you’re gone so long.”
That was the truth. I did miss him even if it did give me time to give into my darker urges. Working made Peter happy, and I wanted him happy. I also wanted him near me twenty-four hours a day, but that wasn’t feasible. We were free now. I didn’t need him to be my only company even if he was my preferred company. Something had to change though. Peter’s not stupid. He’s not the naïve pain in the ass that he was when we first met. He was an adult now, and he would figure out that I was hunting sooner rather than later.
He hooked his fingers into my hair and pulled, so he could have another kiss. His tongue ran over the back of my teeth, and I shivered when he found the ticklish spot at the roof of my mouth. His free hand slipped under my shirt to drag short nails over my stomach.
“So, I’m guessing you want to be sent to bed without dinner?” I teased as I pushed him onto his back and stretched out on top of him. “I shouldn’t have bothered to get dressed.”
“We can eat later, Sylar.” I tugged my shirt off over my head, and I growled against his shoulder as I bit along his collarbone.
“Do you still have regen, Peter?” I had to know before I got carried away. Killing made me horny, and I was thrilled that he was in the mood. Although being a Petrelli, it didn’t take much effort to put him in the mood. Nathan had been just as bad, and I should know after that little trip to Hell thanks to his mother.
“Yeah, still got regen.” I could feel the frustration beneath his need to be with me. Peter missed having more than one power at a time. He missed being powerful. I’d tried to find a way to fix him, but so far nothing had worked. Arthur had fucked him up bad.
“Good, then I don’t have to hold back.” His eyes narrowed as he slipped his hand between us to brush over my cock through the fabric of my pants. I was already hard, and I pressed against his hand. “But not on the couch. Come on.” I untangled from his arms and legs, and reached down to pull him to his feet. “It’s a good thing your bed isn’t very far away, Peter.”
“Our bed, Sylar,” he reminded me as we took the four steps between the living room and the bedroom. “What’s mine is yours.”
That’s when the idea struck. I knew that he’d share everything with me. Peter loved me, and I loved him just as much. He was the only person who mattered to me, and I’d share anything with him too. I knew how to fix him.
He could have all the power he wanted. All he had to do was say ‘yes’.
To be continued....
Genre: Slash
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1200
Rating: R
Notes: Post series Petlar.
We’d been free for a few weeks. Peter and I had avoided the outside world as much as possible since escaping Parkman’s prison. But Peter had gone back to work since the Boy Scout needed to play hero in any way that he could. I love him, but I don’t get it. I just don’t. Sure I jumped in to help save the world, but that didn’t mean I was going to start rescuing kittens from trees.
On the other hand, I stayed to myself. I was used to being a shadow. For someone who wanted to be as special as I did, it’s funny how much I preferred stalking in the darkness, and I was still stalking. I tried to be good. I tried for Peter, but it came back. The hunger, the need for more, always wins. And thanks to Claire outing specials to the world, it was a hell of a lot easier to hunt. There was always some asshole showing off his special powers on TV.
I’d boot up my laptop, and there they’d be. Billy Bob, who could shoot fire from his fingertips, in the Ozarks, or Mary Sue, who could make people fall in love with her, in Butt Fuck, Alaska. All the little people from the sticks trying to get attention to show off how wonderful they were, it made me sick. It also made me hungry. I am a predator. I am the only predator for my kind, and I owed it to the survival of our newly evolving species to kill off the weak and stupid. I told Chandra in the beginning it was an evolutionary imperative, and I was right.
With Peter being broken, it wasn’t as if he could come home at night and pick up any new powers I had by accident. He could only take one at a time, and most of the time I made him take regeneration. He was doing a dangerous job as a paramedic, not as dangerous as a firefighter, but still bad. All of my hope, what little humanity I had was wrapped up in Peter, and if he died, I’d be nothing but the monster.
As I scrubbed the blood out from under my fingernails, I looked at my reflection the mirror and sighed. I had the lean hungry look in my eyes, and any trace of befuddled innocence I’d gained behind the Wall was gone. It was only a matter of time before Peter found out what I was doing. He’d leave me. I’d broken my promise to him, and I knew he’d never understand that I had no choice.
Playing the mouse was getting old. I wanted to have fun with him. I wanted to be the real me, and I wanted him to like me then too. He liked Gabriel or whoever I’d been when we were trapped, but it was impossible for me to continue like that. It didn’t matter that I loved Peter either and I wished to hell that it did.
I heard the front door open. I didn’t bother to lock it. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t rip apart anyone who tried to break in. By the time I was done in the bathroom, I found Peter face down on the couch with one hand dragging on the floor. I finished tugging on a clean t-shirt and sat down on the edge of the sofa near his legs.
“Nice view. Rough day?” I asked him as I admired how nicely his jeans fit. The edge of his shirt had pulled up out of the waistband of his jeans, and I couldn’t resist the urge to trail my fingertips over the naked spot. Peter twitched and chuckled, looking back at me through his hair.
“Yeah, I’ve got to stop saying ‘yes’ when they ask me to do a double.” He shifted and rolled onto his side, giving me more room, so I could bend over him and capture his mouth in a kiss. He tasted like toothpaste and smelled like soap. Apparently we’d both taken the time to get cleaned up before he came home.
“I’d appreciate it,” I murmured as I brushed the tip of my nose along the shell of his ear before biting the tip of it. “I miss you when you’re gone so long.”
That was the truth. I did miss him even if it did give me time to give into my darker urges. Working made Peter happy, and I wanted him happy. I also wanted him near me twenty-four hours a day, but that wasn’t feasible. We were free now. I didn’t need him to be my only company even if he was my preferred company. Something had to change though. Peter’s not stupid. He’s not the naïve pain in the ass that he was when we first met. He was an adult now, and he would figure out that I was hunting sooner rather than later.
He hooked his fingers into my hair and pulled, so he could have another kiss. His tongue ran over the back of my teeth, and I shivered when he found the ticklish spot at the roof of my mouth. His free hand slipped under my shirt to drag short nails over my stomach.
“So, I’m guessing you want to be sent to bed without dinner?” I teased as I pushed him onto his back and stretched out on top of him. “I shouldn’t have bothered to get dressed.”
“We can eat later, Sylar.” I tugged my shirt off over my head, and I growled against his shoulder as I bit along his collarbone.
“Do you still have regen, Peter?” I had to know before I got carried away. Killing made me horny, and I was thrilled that he was in the mood. Although being a Petrelli, it didn’t take much effort to put him in the mood. Nathan had been just as bad, and I should know after that little trip to Hell thanks to his mother.
“Yeah, still got regen.” I could feel the frustration beneath his need to be with me. Peter missed having more than one power at a time. He missed being powerful. I’d tried to find a way to fix him, but so far nothing had worked. Arthur had fucked him up bad.
“Good, then I don’t have to hold back.” His eyes narrowed as he slipped his hand between us to brush over my cock through the fabric of my pants. I was already hard, and I pressed against his hand. “But not on the couch. Come on.” I untangled from his arms and legs, and reached down to pull him to his feet. “It’s a good thing your bed isn’t very far away, Peter.”
“Our bed, Sylar,” he reminded me as we took the four steps between the living room and the bedroom. “What’s mine is yours.”
That’s when the idea struck. I knew that he’d share everything with me. Peter loved me, and I loved him just as much. He was the only person who mattered to me, and I’d share anything with him too. I knew how to fix him.
He could have all the power he wanted. All he had to do was say ‘yes’.
To be continued....