Through The Looking Glass
Word count : 896
Pairing : Peter and Sylar with a hint of Nathan
Notes: For the Heroes Anonymous Kink Meme
Rating : NC17
It had all been leading up to this. The months of looks, glances, touches, whispers, smiles. Sylar had tried to court his attentions, tried to make out that he was different, that he was human. He had spent so long trying, if only he’d have known that all he had to utter were the six words he just had.
“Get on your hands and knees.” His voice was pure imperative. There was no way that Peter could disobey that voice, even if he wanted to. Sylar was already naked, uninterested in the mechanics of stripping and flirting to get to his destination. His body was muscle, toned and firm. His thick cock was hard, and he was stroking it absently as Peter climbed off the bed and obeyed, getting first on his knees before placing his palms flat on the wooden floorboards. His knees hurt on the hard surface but the anticipation of being fucked like this was worth it. He shivered as he saw the huge piece of mirrored glass to his right, framing his submission. Sylar liked to watch himself.
“Head down.” Sylar growled, watching as Peter complied and his black, shiny hair hung loose. He strode across to him, crouching to stroke his hair. “Look at you like this, on your hands and knees, just waiting, waiting to be fucked. I always knew you’d be an easy lay Peter. I knew you’d be on your knees as soon as I looked at you.”
He settled on his knees between Peter’s legs, stroking his thighs tenderly and pushing Peter’s legs further apart. He spread the man’s cheeks with his thumbs and leaned in to eat his ass, hardening when Peter moaned. “That’s it Peter, moan like the whore you are. I’m going to open you right up before I fuck you.” He thrust his tongue inside Peter and pulled the lube to him. He watched himself in the mirror while he slathered the lube over his cock, one hand on Peter’s back. The image was beautiful, the inevitability of it.
“How many fingers will you need Peter? I bet you’ve been fucked hollow haven’t you? Have you ever said no to anyone? I know how you hate to disappoint people. Especially your brother.” He shoved his thumb into Peter, using his longer middle finger to rub at the base of his cock. “What would he say if he could see you now?”
Sylar took his cock in hand and gave it one last stroke before he held it at Peter’s entrance, letting his pre-cum wet the area and enjoying Peter’s blissful gasps. He pushed into him, watching their reflection as his cock disappeared inside Peter. “Look at us. Watch while I take you apart.” He pulled out and thrust in slowly, settling his hands on Peter’s hips and gradually speeding up as he moaned. “Yes, yes, Peter. I know you love this. You love being fucked like this, you couldn’t get any lower, on all fours for me like a bitch.”
Peter was rock hard as he watched Sylar fuck him. He was right about one thing, he found it hard to say no.
“Why would you let me fuck you like this Peter? Do you like it? Do you like being my bitch? You can answer.”
“Oh, oh God.” Peter was relieved at being able to talk. “I love it, I love getting on my knees for you. Oh, please, harder. Oh God.”
“Harder? I wouldn’t have to fuck you harder if you were tighter you little whore. Tighten up for me, tighten up or I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Peter tensed his muscles, trying to clamp around Sylar’s cock. He only knew he was succeeding when Sylar was finally able to push on his prostate and he yelled out. “Oh God, yes! Oh please, oh God….”
“I’m going to come inside you Peter, I’m going to fuck your mouth and come on your face, that’s how I like you best.” He grabbed at Peter’s cock and started jerking steadily. “I shouldn’t indulge you like this Peter but it’s the only way you’re going to tighten up around me isn’t it?”
Peter’s chest hurt as he fought to take more oxygen into his lungs. There was a triple assault on his sensibilities, the hand firmly jerking him, the deep fucking he was getting and the verbal fucking he was getting from Sylar. He wanted to come so much, wanted to squeeze around Sylar’s cock but his knees were too weak.
“You have no self-control Peter, you open your legs for anyone who asks. I’m going to show you self-control.” Sylar thrust into Peter three times in fast succession and came, moaning loudly, pulling out and clamping his hand around his cock like a vice. On shaky legs he stood and walked round to face Peter, pulling his head up by his hair and releasing his cock and with it the last of his come, splashing on Peter’s mouth and cheeks. It was then that Peter came himself, a strangled moan escaping him as he fell prostrate onto the floor. He lay there, panting as he watched Sylar walking to the bathroom and closing the door behind him. A grin spread across his face and he managed to roll himself over, looking into the two-way mirror directly.
“Did you like that Nathan?”
Pairing : Peter and Sylar with a hint of Nathan
Notes: For the Heroes Anonymous Kink Meme
Rating : NC17
It had all been leading up to this. The months of looks, glances, touches, whispers, smiles. Sylar had tried to court his attentions, tried to make out that he was different, that he was human. He had spent so long trying, if only he’d have known that all he had to utter were the six words he just had.
“Get on your hands and knees.” His voice was pure imperative. There was no way that Peter could disobey that voice, even if he wanted to. Sylar was already naked, uninterested in the mechanics of stripping and flirting to get to his destination. His body was muscle, toned and firm. His thick cock was hard, and he was stroking it absently as Peter climbed off the bed and obeyed, getting first on his knees before placing his palms flat on the wooden floorboards. His knees hurt on the hard surface but the anticipation of being fucked like this was worth it. He shivered as he saw the huge piece of mirrored glass to his right, framing his submission. Sylar liked to watch himself.
“Head down.” Sylar growled, watching as Peter complied and his black, shiny hair hung loose. He strode across to him, crouching to stroke his hair. “Look at you like this, on your hands and knees, just waiting, waiting to be fucked. I always knew you’d be an easy lay Peter. I knew you’d be on your knees as soon as I looked at you.”
He settled on his knees between Peter’s legs, stroking his thighs tenderly and pushing Peter’s legs further apart. He spread the man’s cheeks with his thumbs and leaned in to eat his ass, hardening when Peter moaned. “That’s it Peter, moan like the whore you are. I’m going to open you right up before I fuck you.” He thrust his tongue inside Peter and pulled the lube to him. He watched himself in the mirror while he slathered the lube over his cock, one hand on Peter’s back. The image was beautiful, the inevitability of it.
“How many fingers will you need Peter? I bet you’ve been fucked hollow haven’t you? Have you ever said no to anyone? I know how you hate to disappoint people. Especially your brother.” He shoved his thumb into Peter, using his longer middle finger to rub at the base of his cock. “What would he say if he could see you now?”
Sylar took his cock in hand and gave it one last stroke before he held it at Peter’s entrance, letting his pre-cum wet the area and enjoying Peter’s blissful gasps. He pushed into him, watching their reflection as his cock disappeared inside Peter. “Look at us. Watch while I take you apart.” He pulled out and thrust in slowly, settling his hands on Peter’s hips and gradually speeding up as he moaned. “Yes, yes, Peter. I know you love this. You love being fucked like this, you couldn’t get any lower, on all fours for me like a bitch.”
Peter was rock hard as he watched Sylar fuck him. He was right about one thing, he found it hard to say no.
“Why would you let me fuck you like this Peter? Do you like it? Do you like being my bitch? You can answer.”
“Oh, oh God.” Peter was relieved at being able to talk. “I love it, I love getting on my knees for you. Oh, please, harder. Oh God.”
“Harder? I wouldn’t have to fuck you harder if you were tighter you little whore. Tighten up for me, tighten up or I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Peter tensed his muscles, trying to clamp around Sylar’s cock. He only knew he was succeeding when Sylar was finally able to push on his prostate and he yelled out. “Oh God, yes! Oh please, oh God….”
“I’m going to come inside you Peter, I’m going to fuck your mouth and come on your face, that’s how I like you best.” He grabbed at Peter’s cock and started jerking steadily. “I shouldn’t indulge you like this Peter but it’s the only way you’re going to tighten up around me isn’t it?”
Peter’s chest hurt as he fought to take more oxygen into his lungs. There was a triple assault on his sensibilities, the hand firmly jerking him, the deep fucking he was getting and the verbal fucking he was getting from Sylar. He wanted to come so much, wanted to squeeze around Sylar’s cock but his knees were too weak.
“You have no self-control Peter, you open your legs for anyone who asks. I’m going to show you self-control.” Sylar thrust into Peter three times in fast succession and came, moaning loudly, pulling out and clamping his hand around his cock like a vice. On shaky legs he stood and walked round to face Peter, pulling his head up by his hair and releasing his cock and with it the last of his come, splashing on Peter’s mouth and cheeks. It was then that Peter came himself, a strangled moan escaping him as he fell prostrate onto the floor. He lay there, panting as he watched Sylar walking to the bathroom and closing the door behind him. A grin spread across his face and he managed to roll himself over, looking into the two-way mirror directly.
“Did you like that Nathan?”