Neglect--A Petlar Fic
Some Sylar smut today!
December 17th
Neglected
A Petlar fic--1882 words
3rd Person POV
Sylar pushed Peter roughly towards the bed and telekenetickly slid Noah away from the bedroom door before slamming it. Peter stood tall and resolute as Sylar advanced on him. The reformed killer had a predatory gleam in his eye and was stalking slowly towards Peter.
"I've been feeling...neglected."
Sylar smirked after his admission and brought himself flush against Peter. When he spoke next his lips skimmed over the top of Peter's head, his breath ruffling the hair there.
"Now why would I feel that way Peter?"
Peter sighed and brought his hands up to grip Sylar's shoulders. The taller man caught both wrists tightly before they made it to their destination.
Answer the question Petrelli.
Peter twisted his wrists, testing the grip. It was tight, tight enough to leave brusies on a normal person.
"I suppose it's because I've been pretty intimate with Brei lately and with you..."
With me it's all a rushed fuck and Brei's aftercare.
"Something like that."
Sylar pushed Peter away from himself. The force sent Peter stumbling back, the backs of his knees hitting the bed.
"Strip and make yourself pretty for me Petrelli."
Peter toyed with the button of his pants and tossed his hair back.
"I thought you said I was always pretty."
Now Petrelli!
"Okay, okay..."
Peter sat back against the bed and pulled off his pants and then threw his shirt to the other side of the room. He wondered briefly if he should leave his socks, Sylar had quite an affection for those lately, but he removed them anyways.
Peter braced his arms behind himself and stretched out his legs. His toes curled in and just skimmed the floor out in front of him, as far as his legs would stretch. He wrinkled his nose and then wiggled his hips for good measure before jumping up and making his way to the side table. He sifted through several bottles and tubes of lube before pulling out a bottle of unopened cranberry scented lube.
"Cranberry Sylar?"
Sylar shrugged and motioned for Peter to get on the bed.
"It was on sale."
Peter crawled onto the bed, posing in the center of it. He pushed his ass high up into the air and gived it a little wiggle, then dropped down to press his upperchest and face into the bed and moved his hands back to grip his own butt. The lube rolled forward and knocked against his chest.
Sylar moved forward and sat on his knees on the floor at the base of the bed. He crossed his arms over the bed spread and rested his chin there. He let his back relaxed and let his eyes roam across Peter's exposed backside.
"Very nice."
Peter smiled into the pillow at the compliement and reached under himself to grasp the lube before flicking it open. Sylar hummed in anticipation and spread his knees farther apart on the floor. Peter managed to pour the lube onto his fingers without spilling too much on the bedspread and then set to work.
He pressed one hand to the pillow by his face as he brushed his pointer finger over his entrace. He circled himself slowly, building his own anticipation with shallow teasing pushes before thrusting harshly inside himself. Peter pressed a knuckle into his mouth and and worked his teeth and lips around it gently, creating a puddle of drool on his pillow. A few stay locks of hair fell into his eyes and over his pinkened cheeks.
Sylar's breathing deepened at the sight of Peter.
Mmm, so...debauched. I like it.>
Peter made let out a happy hum around his knuckle and then nudged another finger inside of himself. When he say Sylar stand he began working himself faster, thinking the other man was about to enter him.
Instead Sylar sucked on his finger briefly before roughly jamming it into Peter along with the nurses own fingers. A small pained yelp escaped around Peter's knuckle. Sylar grinned and grabbed harshly at Peter's left buttock with his free hand and began worming his finger inbetween the seam of Peter's middle and pointer finger. His nail scratched painfully against Peter's inside, allowing a small trickle of blood to join the spit and lube.
Peter's mouth fell open in a silent scream and his knuckle fell from his lips. It was still curled tensly by his mouth, still shiney with spit, and with every forceful thrust forward of Sylar's finger it bumped and pulled down Peter's lower lip.
Sylar pulled his finger free and smirked while Peter tried to push his hips back, questing the finger again.
"Like that Petrelli?"
"Mmmm."
"Say it Petrelli!"
The demand was accompanied by a harsh squeeze to his left buttock and a wet finger prying at his entrace.
"F-ffeels gooood."
Peter's hips jerked forward once, quickly. The movement was tense and involintary and Sylar loved it.
"Well if it feels that good..."
Sylar roughly shoved two fingers into Peter, along side the nurses own fingers. Peter cried out at the feeling of the wet finger retaking him and the dry one that accompanied it. More blood seeped out of Peter. His mind was going fuzzy with the combination of the slick blood and lube, the tingling of the cellular regeneration, and the mounting pleasure. Peter could practically feel Sylar's smirk burning into his ass. He moved his hand away from his face to twist into the sheets next to the pillow and pulled his fingers free from himself.
He pushed himself up onto all fours and pressed his ass, still full, against Sylar.
"Just take me."
Sylar pulled his hand free quickly, making sure to scratch on his retreat. He then grabbed tightly at the back of Peter's neck and forced his face back to the pillow. With one hand clamped firmly on Peter's neck, he used his other to guide himself into Peter.
The entry was rough and dry. Peter screamed against his pillow, trying to muffle himself. But soon that pain faded and Peter was left with an overwhelming cool tingling sensation, followed by a sudden rush of built up pleasure.
He laughed breathly into the pillow and rocked his hips back to meet Sylar's. The taller man let out a deep groan and picked up his pace. The healing had caused small tremors all throughout Peter's rectum; it was like little rippling squeezes.
Sylar's free hand reached around Peter and squeezed harshly at the base of his erection. The other hand pressed Peter's neck further down into the mattress. Sylar's breathing became harsher as he moved his hips faster. Peter could only hear the rushing of his own blood and the scratching of his face against the pillow. Sylar could hear it all, the repetative smack of his hips against Peter's ass, the small whines coming from Peter, the creaking of the bed, and his own harsh breathing.
Peter let his knees slide farther apart and tried in vain to wriggle his hips and gain friction against Sylar's harsh grip. Sylar tossed his head back and yanked his hand up across Peter's erection, all while maintaining his harsh grip. He pressed his pointer finger and thumb tightly around the head and released Peter's neck to grab his hip.
"Stay...stay down...o-or you don't...you don't come."
Peter moaned helplessly into his pillow. He was desperate for release and willing to do whatever Sylar wanted to get it.
"Let me...l-let meeeee...pl...wanna come..."
Sylar pressed his fingers together more firmly, enjoying the pained sounds falling from Peter's lips. He let go of Peter's erection completly and moved his left hand back to tease at the seam of Peter's ass. Peter gasped once he realised what Sylar wanted and his initial thought was to scramble away. But at the warning squeeze to his hip he relaxed. And then Sylar jammed two fingers into Peter alongside himself.
Both of them screamed at the feeling, Peter in momentary pain, and Sylar in absolute pleasure. Sylar crooked his fingers to curl at the sides of his dick and slowed his pace to enjoy the new feeling.
Peter was whining softly into his pillow and rolling his hips back softly against Sylar's pelvis. His thighs were trembling in an effort to keep himself up and the muscles in his neck were screaming for relief.
"Say it!"
Peter turned his head to the side and began whispering 'Sylar' in a constant mantra. When Sylar let go of his hip to jerk him off the name came out louder and more desperate. Sylar slid his hand back to press his thumb harshly into Peter's perenium.
Peter came with a scream, his semen painting white lines all across his chest and the sheets. The feel of Peter's inner muscles spasming and clenching tight around his fingers and dick left Sylar gasping. With a few more harsh thrusts Sylar pulled Peter onto his knees and tight against his chest. He held Peter's ass firmly into the cradle of his hips and came. Peter let his head fall back against Sylar's shoulder, his mouth slack with drool dripping down onto his chin.
Sylar continued to rock his hips up into Peter well after his orgasm. When Peter's trembling ceased Sylar lifted the nurse off of him and threw him down onto the matress before pressing his hands on Peter's ass and pressing down.
Sylar leaned down and pulled Peter's ass apart to view the nurse's swollen, leaking entrance. He used his thumbs to pull the flesh farther apart and the motion caused a small wink. A small trail of semen oozed out of Peter and down the seam of his ass.
Peter moaned softly and tried to press his ass up against Sylar's face.
"Are you gonna eat it?"
Sylar didn't answer. He puckered his lips and pressed a kiss onto Peter's entrace and then let his tongue flick inside. He licked a few more times, each lick bringing out a dollop of semen for him to eat. But before it was all gone Sylar leaned back and pulled the forgotten lube off the floor.
Sylar pressed a finger into Peter, hooked it down and pulled. Peter gasped at the questing finger, unsure if he should wiggle away or wiggle into it.
Stay down.
Peter nodded into his pillow and tried not to move when he felt the light whispery touches of telekenisis running over his ass. His heart rate picked up when he felt those touches reach into his entrance and begin to widen. Peter twisted his hands into the sheets and closed his eyes tight, only to gasp and fling them open in the following seconds.
Sylar had uncapped the lube and was pouring it straight into him. Peter whined at the cold, gummy feel of it pooling on his insides. When the entire bottle was empty Sylar completely released his hold on Peter and palmed his ass affectionatly once before climbing off the bed.
"Keep it in."
"How long."
Sylar ignored the question and pulled on some pants.
"Sylar, how long?"
Still no answer. Peter huffed and took care to clench himself tight as he sat up.
"Sylar! How long am I suppose to keep it in?"
But Sylar had already left the room.
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I made Sylar right handed for the first half of the smut then changed it after I realised and never went back to fix it. Please forgive me!
I would also like to apologize for today's epic HTML fail.