Nightmare Cuddle
Title: Nightmare Cuddle
Rating: G
Characters: Sylar/Gabriel Gray and Peter Petrelli (slash exists and is implied)
Word count: 356
Setting: Inside the Wall, S4
Summary: (All fear my awesome title). Comfort is received through mere presence without words.
A/N: I totally forgot I had this or I thought I'd posted it ages ago or something.
Out of all the deaths he’d seen or caused, this one was the worst. It tore into his soul in a way he was helpless against and had never healed from; it had been with him for so long and had dug deep.
He woke with a gasp, feeling like he’d been crying or maybe…that he should cry now - his chest and throat tight and achy. While it was a relief beyond relief to wake from that particular nightmare, it was no comfort. There was none to be found and his misery would remain acute, trapped inside him in consciousness now. If only…
A resigned yet still fearful-of-shadows glance around his dark bedroom illuminated salvation. Sylar’s heart eased and clenched at once. He wouldn’t be alone through this. Rolling over, he gently inched down until he was in position. He had to shift the other’s lower arm upwards, provoking a sleepy sigh but thankfully no movement. He slid one of his legs between the other’s, wanting to be entwined if he couldn’t fully curl up. With that, he slid close, underneath the topmost, muscled arm until it enveloped him. His nose burrowed and eventually smushed itself against the other’s chest, smelling safety there and being drawn to it. His arms were cradled between their bodies because no one would see or call it childish, not even if the other woke. His head was laid on that lower arm’s corded bicep. It wasn’t comfortable in the traditional sense but it was what he needed, what he wanted and what he’d so long craved for. It was a balm and a miracle and a gift all in one. Peter…he sighed, closing his eyes, feeling his lungs stutter a moment before calming.
After sleeping through all his restless squirming, as if the stillness and need roused him, Peter made a noise and opened his eyes, taking note of his new parasite. “Uh?hmmm,” Peter said in the same noise, a sigh of his own as he went back to sleep and the arms around Sylar tightened, a hand rubbing his back perfectly, slowly. No questions, just being sheltered and held.
Rating: G
Characters: Sylar/Gabriel Gray and Peter Petrelli (slash exists and is implied)
Word count: 356
Setting: Inside the Wall, S4
Summary: (All fear my awesome title). Comfort is received through mere presence without words.
A/N: I totally forgot I had this or I thought I'd posted it ages ago or something.
Out of all the deaths he’d seen or caused, this one was the worst. It tore into his soul in a way he was helpless against and had never healed from; it had been with him for so long and had dug deep.
He woke with a gasp, feeling like he’d been crying or maybe…that he should cry now - his chest and throat tight and achy. While it was a relief beyond relief to wake from that particular nightmare, it was no comfort. There was none to be found and his misery would remain acute, trapped inside him in consciousness now. If only…
A resigned yet still fearful-of-shadows glance around his dark bedroom illuminated salvation. Sylar’s heart eased and clenched at once. He wouldn’t be alone through this. Rolling over, he gently inched down until he was in position. He had to shift the other’s lower arm upwards, provoking a sleepy sigh but thankfully no movement. He slid one of his legs between the other’s, wanting to be entwined if he couldn’t fully curl up. With that, he slid close, underneath the topmost, muscled arm until it enveloped him. His nose burrowed and eventually smushed itself against the other’s chest, smelling safety there and being drawn to it. His arms were cradled between their bodies because no one would see or call it childish, not even if the other woke. His head was laid on that lower arm’s corded bicep. It wasn’t comfortable in the traditional sense but it was what he needed, what he wanted and what he’d so long craved for. It was a balm and a miracle and a gift all in one. Peter…he sighed, closing his eyes, feeling his lungs stutter a moment before calming.
After sleeping through all his restless squirming, as if the stillness and need roused him, Peter made a noise and opened his eyes, taking note of his new parasite. “Uh?hmmm,” Peter said in the same noise, a sigh of his own as he went back to sleep and the arms around Sylar tightened, a hand rubbing his back perfectly, slowly. No questions, just being sheltered and held.