Title: What the Future May Bring
Verse: Heroes
Characters: Sylar-centric, Peter Petrelli, ensemble cast
Pairings: Sylar/Peter, looks like it's gonna get slashy
Rating: Mature
Plot: Future Peter comes back to have a chat with his past version telling him that in the future Sylar has become an insane god and there is only one way to save the them all from that bleak possibilty. But can Pete set aside all that's happened and reach out to Sylar in the here and now?
CHAPTER 6
Peter secured his hold on Sylar’s shirt and mashed their lips together in yet another kind of battle. Sylar, for his part, had gone completely still, rather in shock or amazement Peter wasn’t sure, but when he didn’t offer resistance, or simply kill him, he took it as a good sign.
Opening his mouth, he brushed his tongue along the man’s lips asking for entrance. When it wasn’t forthcoming, he nibbled at the full lips more insistently. That got a response.
Sylar reared back, breaking the contact and staring wide-eyed at him. “What the hell do you think you're doing?” he rasped. It was hard to make out his expression in the dim moonlight but Peter could certainly hear the ragged breath. Had he been wrong in thinking that Sylar wanted real human connection?
“I wasn’t clear?” Peter brought his hand around to the back of Sylar’s neck and drew him down. He looked into the startled brown eyes and saw something very human there. Uncertainty, longing, and... desire. It wasn’t the face of an unfeeling monster, it was the face of a man.
“I’m going to kiss you right now, I’m hoping you won't try and kill me... at least until you know if you like it,” Peter offered him a lop-sided grin.
“Why are you doing this?” Sylar whispered.
Peter paused, his face only inches away from the killer. Their breaths intermingled in the dry desert air. “I don’t know,” was the honest answer.
Sylar looked at him speculatively. Peter leaned in and again brought his lips to Sylar’s. This time the man responded in kind. Their tongues began a slow, sensual dance, until they were both breathless and gasping. Peter couldn’t help but smile, this was going good, this was going great.
Sylar began caressing his skin. He reached out and took Peter’s face between his hands, letting his thumbs draw small circles over his cheeks. Peter smiled up at him, “That was really nice,” he offered and meant it.
“It’s too bad I don’t do nice,” Sylar smirked.
Peter frowned, “I don’t understand...”
Peter never had a chance to finish the thought before his head was slammed down against the hard desert floor. The back of his head impacted again and again until his ears were ringing and his eyes rolled back.
“You want to play games with me Peter? Then let’s play.” Peter felt hands at his belt, it was yanked free with a snap. He felt the leather tighten around his wrists as an invisible force jerked his arms above his head. “You and your friends always seem to want to mindfuck me. How about I just return the favor.. in a more physical way.”
His pants were fairly ripped down his legs, his eyes went wide at the implication. My god, he was going to... “No!” Peter shouted throwing out a telekinetic shot. The impact caught Sylar in the face and he rocked back but recovered quickly. “You’ll have to do better than that.”
Peter swept out with his ability but this time a blanket of energy wrapped itself around him keeping his kinetic blow from reaching it’s intended target. “Now, now, that’s not very... nice.”
Sylar leaned down and claimed his lips. Peter struggled against him and the killer bit down on his lower lip drawing blood. “Wasn’t this what you wanted?” he murmured against his lips. “Didn’t you want to get to know me?” Sylar spit out a vicious little chuckle.
“Not like this!” Peter all but shouted.
“I gave you an opportunity to come clean and tell me the truth about why I'm here but you wanted to play games. I'm so fucking sick and tired of you and your sanctimonious friends using me.” The serial killer’s voice rose to a shout, “Then you have the nerve to call me a monster. I am what you all made me!!”
Peter could feel Sylar’s rage in the way his body trembled and his eyes flashed. He could also feel his erection pressing against his thigh. One wrong word and something horrible would happen. Peter’s voice was soft and steady, “That’s a convenient excuse but you're the one about to rape me. No one else. You.”
The two men locked eyes for an eternal moment then the pressure around him lifted and Sylar fell back away from him. Peter scrambled backwards clutching at his clothes.
“Still trying to mind-fuck me,” Sylar spat. “I should just kill you and be done with it.”
“Then why haven’t you?”
“Maybe I want to make you suffer.”
Peter tugged at his jeans, feeling more sure of himself now that he was covered. Though he knew that the thin layer of fabric was hardly a determent if Sylar wanted to take him in such a way. “Why? Why does it always have to be about pain?”
“What else is there? My pain, your pain. It’s all the same in the end.” Sylar shook his head slowly, “I’m just tired. Tired of it all. I can’t fix it, Peter. I’ve tried.”
Peter rose shakily to his feet. “Fix what?”
Sylar snorted lightly, “Doesn't matter. You wouldn’t believe me anyway.”
“I might. If you gave me the chance.”
Sylar stared at him, “Let me make one thing really clear here, Petrelli. I really hate you. You and all your little do-gooder friends.”
“You’ve made that painfully clear all along.”
“And I don’t give a fuck what you think about me or the things I've done.”
“Also clear.”
Sylar lowered his head, “You know I can't even say that I didn’t ask for this... because I did. I always wanted to be special more than anything else in the world. I got my wish, in spades. I’m one of the most powerful people on the planet.”
“Then why don’t you look all that happy about it?”
“Happiness is for children and fools. You know what they say about being careful what you wish for... I knew there would be a price to pay and I was willing to pay it. No matter what the cost. I just didn’t... think..”
“That it would be so lonely." Despite the fact that Sylar had been about to commit yet another heinous act, he wouldnt back down. He couldn't. This was as close to the real Gabriel Gray he had ever been and if was going to break through to him then he couldn't falter.
“You're so full of shit,” Sylar scoffed.
“Am I? You’re right. If you're not already the most powerful man on the planet you soon will be and yet it’s still not enough. All that power still doesn't fill that hollow place in your soul. Does it.”
Sylar just looked at him, “You really don’t get it do you?”
“Then why don’t you explain it to me?”
“You'd like that wouldn’t you? How stupid do you think I am? Trying to find a vulnerability so you can exploit it, use it against me.”
“Being vulnerable is what makes us human. If you lose that, then you’ve truly become a monster.” Peter turned away without a backwards glance and resumed walking.
Chapter 7