Tricks and Treats
Title: Tricks and Treats
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar
Summary: A Halloween Masquerade Ball at the Petrelli Mansion goes better than planned.
Warnings: Guy/guy lovin'.
It's that time of year again, when the Petrellis throw their annual Halloween Masquerade Ball for charity, and Peter, for one, is not particularly looking forward to it. Nevertheless, he promised his mother, and so he shows up just a little bit late, by himself.
He's decided to dress simply, wearing a white tux and a matching mask. He's gelled his hair back, just to add to the look.
Most of the people there are just there to shmooze and look good so Peter grabs a drink and decides to hide under the staircase so he can avoid having to explain to the thirtieth person that he's a paramedic, and he does like his job, thank you.
He's drained his third drink when he realizes he's out. Frowning, he pops out from under the stairs and is just about to make his way over to the refreshments when he spots a tall, skinny man in a dark crimson suit with dark slicked back hair and a matching red mask over his smooth face.
Peter walks over and hisses, "You-"
The voice cuts him off. "Trick or treat."
Peter huffs and whispers, "I thought I told you not to come tonight."
A hot mouth leans in and replies, "Doesn't mean I can't make you come tonight."
Peter shivers and pulls away. He turns around and starts walking away, but not before stealing one glance over his shoulder.
He goes down the hallway and through the kitchen to a storage closet. He doesn't turn around when he hears someone step in and lock the door behind himself.
"You're such a bad boy, Sylar," he says.
"I know," is the reply.
He turns around, reaches up, and unties the other man's mask, letting it fall to the ground.
Sylar doesn't need to reach up to take off Peter's mask.
Now that their disguises are gone, no time is wasted unbuttoning shirts and untying bow ties. Peter shoves Sylar back so he's sitting on a stack of boxes and then straddles his lap.
"Leave it to you to tempt me at my mother's party," Peter breathes against Sylar's mouth, before pressing their lips together.
They kiss heatedly for a moment before Peter stands back up, undoes his pants, and pulls them down, along with his boxer briefs.
Sylar watches the display with a devilish grin.
"I love corrupting you," he purrs, and pulls Peter back onto his lap. He takes Peter's cock in his hand and starts stroking it, idly.
Apparently, Peter decides this wasn't what he had in mind because he's undoing the zipper on Sylar's pants and is pulling his cock out.
"Stop acting so coy," Peter commands, before lifting two of Sylar's fingers to his mouth and sucking fervently.
Sylar get the hint and slides his fingers up into Peter. He barely has time to move them before Peter is fucking himself on them and moaning in harsh little gasps.
Grabbing onto Peter's hip with one hand, he still his movements and pulls his fingers out, before replacing them with something much, much better.
Peter rides him hard and fast, his hands on Sylar's shoulders. Sylar bucks up into him, dirty words dripping from his mouth as he snakes a hand between them and starts to jerk Peter in rhythm with their thrusts.
It's not long before they're both coming and grabbing on to each other in a moment that seems to drag on for an eternity, before they both come down from their high to end up panting and leaning against each other.
"So what are you supposed to be, anyway?" Peter asks, tracing an idle finger against Sylar's jawline.
"I'm the devil. You?"
Peter can't help but laugh.
"An angel."
And then they're both laughing in between kisses.
Yeah, Halloween is definitely looking better now.
Peter pulls back and whispers, "I pick treat," and then he's being kissed again.
Angela Petrelli idly wonders where her no good son went off to, but decides it's for the best she doesn't know.
Some things are best left unknown.
Happy Halloween guys! This was just an idea I had.
I'll admit that I may or may not have stolen my idea for Sylar's costume from a certain other devilish tv character. Ha ha.
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar
Summary: A Halloween Masquerade Ball at the Petrelli Mansion goes better than planned.
Warnings: Guy/guy lovin'.
It's that time of year again, when the Petrellis throw their annual Halloween Masquerade Ball for charity, and Peter, for one, is not particularly looking forward to it. Nevertheless, he promised his mother, and so he shows up just a little bit late, by himself.
He's decided to dress simply, wearing a white tux and a matching mask. He's gelled his hair back, just to add to the look.
Most of the people there are just there to shmooze and look good so Peter grabs a drink and decides to hide under the staircase so he can avoid having to explain to the thirtieth person that he's a paramedic, and he does like his job, thank you.
He's drained his third drink when he realizes he's out. Frowning, he pops out from under the stairs and is just about to make his way over to the refreshments when he spots a tall, skinny man in a dark crimson suit with dark slicked back hair and a matching red mask over his smooth face.
Peter walks over and hisses, "You-"
The voice cuts him off. "Trick or treat."
Peter huffs and whispers, "I thought I told you not to come tonight."
A hot mouth leans in and replies, "Doesn't mean I can't make you come tonight."
Peter shivers and pulls away. He turns around and starts walking away, but not before stealing one glance over his shoulder.
He goes down the hallway and through the kitchen to a storage closet. He doesn't turn around when he hears someone step in and lock the door behind himself.
"You're such a bad boy, Sylar," he says.
"I know," is the reply.
He turns around, reaches up, and unties the other man's mask, letting it fall to the ground.
Sylar doesn't need to reach up to take off Peter's mask.
Now that their disguises are gone, no time is wasted unbuttoning shirts and untying bow ties. Peter shoves Sylar back so he's sitting on a stack of boxes and then straddles his lap.
"Leave it to you to tempt me at my mother's party," Peter breathes against Sylar's mouth, before pressing their lips together.
They kiss heatedly for a moment before Peter stands back up, undoes his pants, and pulls them down, along with his boxer briefs.
Sylar watches the display with a devilish grin.
"I love corrupting you," he purrs, and pulls Peter back onto his lap. He takes Peter's cock in his hand and starts stroking it, idly.
Apparently, Peter decides this wasn't what he had in mind because he's undoing the zipper on Sylar's pants and is pulling his cock out.
"Stop acting so coy," Peter commands, before lifting two of Sylar's fingers to his mouth and sucking fervently.
Sylar get the hint and slides his fingers up into Peter. He barely has time to move them before Peter is fucking himself on them and moaning in harsh little gasps.
Grabbing onto Peter's hip with one hand, he still his movements and pulls his fingers out, before replacing them with something much, much better.
Peter rides him hard and fast, his hands on Sylar's shoulders. Sylar bucks up into him, dirty words dripping from his mouth as he snakes a hand between them and starts to jerk Peter in rhythm with their thrusts.
It's not long before they're both coming and grabbing on to each other in a moment that seems to drag on for an eternity, before they both come down from their high to end up panting and leaning against each other.
"So what are you supposed to be, anyway?" Peter asks, tracing an idle finger against Sylar's jawline.
"I'm the devil. You?"
Peter can't help but laugh.
"An angel."
And then they're both laughing in between kisses.
Yeah, Halloween is definitely looking better now.
Peter pulls back and whispers, "I pick treat," and then he's being kissed again.
Angela Petrelli idly wonders where her no good son went off to, but decides it's for the best she doesn't know.
Some things are best left unknown.
Happy Halloween guys! This was just an idea I had.
I'll admit that I may or may not have stolen my idea for Sylar's costume from a certain other devilish tv character. Ha ha.