Gabe blinked and his lips parted, tongue poised to swipe that off, but he waited.

Peter leaned across quickly. He let his breath caress Gabriel’s face as his lips took Gabe’s upper between them, sucking it clean. Gabriel loosed a small mewl at the unexpected pleasure. Peter withdrew only an inch, licking his lover’s bottom lip. He liked taking ( Read more... )

Noah glanced discreetly. It wasn’t a big deal. More though was the label. “Sandra …”

“It’s my body part. I’ll call it whatever I want! Just like you can call your snickerdoodle whatever you want.”

“Well, my snickerdoodle and I are very happy to be in bed with you and your who-hah, shaved or not,” he said, barely containing himself.

She ( Read more... )

Peter took that lower lip between his teeth and ran his tongue back and forth across the trapped swell of flesh. He tasted and sucked and pulled at it, skillful lips of his own adding to the mix. Gabriel groaned aloud and ground his hips forward against a different swell of flesh, his hands clenching on Peter’s buttocks. When he was released, Gabe ( Read more... )

Peter had been angrier in his life, but at the moment he couldn’t recall. He wanted nothing more than to go back and slug Sylar right in his jerk-faced kisser. Peter was limping and his face hurt, both from where he’d been slammed into the doorframe after stopping and trying to argue with his abruptly belligerent companion.

Things had been going so ( Read more... )

Sylar needed to say something. He wanted to say something. He wanted to make this thing developing between them real and he could only do that by speaking it aloud.

He was scared - more than he’d ever been while driven on by his ability. He was nervous - mouth dry, palms sweating. He could barely choke down the really quite good omelet Peter had ( Read more... )

A/N: For vivihanna. Thanks for perking me up this morning.
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Oh God, I hurt. Sylar sank down in his chair, letting a slight groan escape his lips. I should have never let him talk me into working out. Ow. Peter had insisted on a 'balancing' workout, which meant Sylar hurt all over.

Sylar looked up when Peter's hand came down on his shoulder. The empath met his questioning gaze briefly, then stepped behind him ( Read more... )

Set around chapter 309

Sylar, disguised as Nathan Petrelli, reached to the side for Nathan’s gold Cross pen, misjudging exactly where it was. It fell from the table and he instinctively caught it with telekinesis. Jacobsen, the law firm partner sitting to his right, bent to reach for the fallen implement and stared at where the pen was hanging, ( Read more... )

The two men were sharing stories of their adventures over the last few years.  Gabriel offered, "Did I ever tell you about the time I was almost sucked into Noah's black hole ( Read more... )