Musings from the Ambiguous Zone

 


Title: Rescue Me, chapter 3/4, part 2/3, complete and unedited version
Author: dancingdragon3
Pairing: Sylar/Peter,
Genre: AU, slash, romance, hurt/comfort, action/adventure
Rating: NC-17 for sex, sex, and more sex
Length: 5000 words
Warnings: breath play; explicitly depicted virginal sex; possibly icky post-sex rimming
Summary: Takes place during season 3.5, volume 4, Fugitives. The action here picks up after Cold Snap. Sylar, Peter, and Luke have rescued Angela from Danko’s men and are hiding out. Sylar and Peter are finally ready to consummate their relationship.
Disclaimer: The show Heroes and it’s characters are the property, sadly of NBC. No rights infringement intended.
Notes: This can probably be read as a pwp.

Self beta’d so please forgive.

And many thanks to everyone who has commented so far!

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Sylar, Peter, Luke, and Angela, Upstate New York


It was late when they returned to the motel. Flying back to the car had been an adventure in and of itself. And the car ride...Angela and Luke did not seem to be hitting it off, no matter how big the back seat was. Sylar came back from the front desk and handed a key card envelope to Angela. “This one’s yours.”

“Luke, you take our room for tonight. Peter and I will take the other new one. Angela, this is our room, or rather Luke’s room for now, which has the kitchenette and all our food and stuff.”

He looked her up and down. “Clean clothes too.”

She frowned, and started to say something, but Sylar was on a roll. “We’ll meet up here tomorrow morning. Luke, keep an eye on the laptop, and the phone, understand?”

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

“You kids play nice now.” Without further adieu, Sylar took Peter by the elbow and steered him down the sidewalk away from the others.

Luke smiled at Angela, feeling pleased with the responsibility Sylar had given him. Him, not her, ha. And he had the food. Of course, it looked like Sylar was about to eat something way better, the lucky bastard. Not that the mom was bad looking. Peter obviously took after her he thought, eyeing her tight, wet, black outfit. And, they had the same gorgeous eyes and hair.

“Hungry?” he asked, opening the door to his room.





“I cannot believe you just did that,” Peter said, following Gabriel to their new room. “What is Ma supposed to think?”

“Whatever she likes. Our relationship is about to change, Peter, and the sooner she gets used to it the better. We’re all adults here, more or less. There’s no reason to be sneaking around.”

“Easy for you to say. You don’t have to answer to her.” Peter said as Gabriel held the door open for him.

Well, here we are. Alone at last, Peter thought after hearing the door close. He dropped his jacket to the floor and turned to see Gabriel standing silently by the door, eyeing him. It was a look that could be taken as either menacing or arousing. Or in this case, both.

As Peter opened his mouth to speak, Sylar waved the first two fingers of his left hand, throwing Peter into the wall with his arms pressed out at ninety degree angles, feet about a foot off the floor.

Sylar came forward, putting his right hand on Peter’s face. The captive man’s head was turned this way and that, identical to that night in Mohinder’s apartment.

And just like that night, both men were rock hard.

“I see how you work now, Peter Petrelli. And you are a very, kinky young man. I couldn’t believe it the first time I touched you like this, and you liked it.” Sylar leaned forward to whisper the last two words.

“So I’ve got a bad boy kink. It’s not unusual.”

Sylar raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that all it is?” He asked. With a knowing look, he slowly moved his hand down to other man’s throat, squeezing.

Peter closed his eyes. “Fuck, that’s cheating.”

“How is this cheating? I’m just using my abilities. Like you said.”

He leaned in to whisper into Peter’s ear, voice husky and low, grating. “Pushing your buttons, offering you your darkest desires. Isn’t that what a good lover’s supposed to do? Please his partner? Make sure they fit together all nice and snug?”

He rubbed his hardness against Peter’s, loosening and tightening his hold on his throat.

Peter whined. He felt like his dick was literally on fire.

“And believe me, Peter. We’re gonna fit together very nicely.”

With his unoccupied hand Sylar pulled aside Peter’s shirt. He had to taste some of that soft white skin. The killer mouthed along the exposed collar bone. Clavicle. He hummed as he licked up to the hollow above.

Oh my God, I can't take this, Peter thought. I might be hyperventilating.

“Jesus Christ! We haven’t even got our clothes off yet, you know everything about me, and I’m already about two seconds away from coming in my pants.”

“A whole two?” The other man murmured. I must not be trying hard enough.

Sylar’s thoughts, booming, filled Peter’s mind, reverberating through his body, notching the helpless man’s arousal even higher. He was nothing but his own pulse and that god-like voice, throbbing inside him.

Maintaining his hold on the trembling young man’s body, and throat, telekinetically, Sylar reached down to grab Peter’s fucking amazing ass in both hands, grinding into him harder and biting down into the skin beneath his lips, teeth gnawing ruthlessly.

“Fuck...oh fucking...shit, Sylar!” Peter couldn’t hold back, trapped between the wall and the equally hard body in front of him. The choking, the sensation of being held down, and up at the same time, that Voice, and now biting too? His orgasm was almost painful in it’s intensity as he shot into his jeans.

“Mmmmmm.” Sylar hummed in pleasure, dotting brief kisses over Peter’s sweaty face and neck. Over the already forming bruise. He pulled back a bit, running his hands over the spent man’s chest and shoulders soothingly.

“You are sooo sexy. I can’t wait to unwrap you. It’s like my birthday.” Kiss. “And Christmas.” Kiss. “And Yule, all rolled up together.” Kiss. Kiss.

“God, you’re insane. I mean it. Completely certifiable.” Peter managed between gasps. God, he felt liked he had been mauled by a wild puma.

“Yep. And I’m all,” Kiss. “Yours.” Kiss. “For now anyway.” Kiss. “Scared?” Sylar’s face stopped directly in front of Peter’s, his gaze piercing.

“Terrified.” Peter assured him.

“It’s lucky for you I don’t want you to fear me anymore...then...isn’t it?” His voice trailed off uncertainly.

“Did you just get deja vu again?”

Sylar nodded, his expression puzzled, and maybe a little bit worried.

“Do you think we should be worried?” He asked hearing Peter’s observation.

“Honestly, I don’t think I have the energy right now.”

“Ahhh, do you need a nap before round two, Hero?” Sylar asked, steadying Peter on the floor as he let his TK hold go.

“Ass. Hole.”

“Your’s or mine?” Sylar smirked.

“Arrgh!” Red light flashed as Peter quickly took a power.

“Hey! Aren’t you supposed to ask...humph!” Sylar’s words trailed off as he found himself flying across the room, landing on the bed.

Peter approached, removing all their damp clothing with his hands and mind.

“You, shut it. The time for talking is over. It’s my turn now to find out what makes you tick, Mr. Smart Mouth. And since I’m going to have to do it the old fashioned way, this might take a while.” He climbed onto the bed.

The Cheshire cat grin was back as Sylar looked up, a challenge in his eyes.

“Give it your best shot, Petrelli.”

“Oh, I’m gonna give you something, Killer. You’ve been driving me crazy for days. It’s way past time for me to return the favor.” He grabbed the insane man’s hard cock and began stroking.

“I would love...to see you try.” Peter stopped Gabriel’s taunting with his tongue.




The next morning Peter woke up, as usual, in Gabriel’s arms. Not ready to get up yet, in any way, Peter snuggled back down to re-live the night before. It certainly hadn’t gone how he had expected.

He had started by sucking Gabriel’s cock. It was beautiful really. Generous in proportion, mottled brown in color. Italian. It had large veins that others might think were unsightly, but to him they just screamed virile man. In his memory, he was currently running his tongue up and down either side of the large artery along the underside, then around the crown and back down again. Rolling the balls gently in his hand and tugging on them occasionally. He had lubed up a finger (no one had commented on the fact that they had both apparently snuck down that aisle at Walmart), and was running it around the outside of Gabriel's entrance.


The night before...

Peter leaned forward to gag himself on the beautiful specimen, before pulling off to lick the head teasingly. God, he loved sucking cock. He heard a stifled laugh from somewhere above him.

“Glad I could oblige...ah...another fetish of yours, oh kinky one.” Sylar’s sarcasm was ruined by a load moan as Peter’s mouth slowly enveloped him again. He gripped the sheets tighter, trying to be patient with Peter’s snail like pace.

Liking to suck cock isn’t a kink.

The way you do it it is.

Peter pulled his mouth away and leaned back a bit to look at Gabriel’s face.

“What? Why’d you stop?”

“I want telepathy. I’m on top. I want to know what you’re really thinking, not just what you project to me.” Peter’s voice was low and earnest.

“What happened to doing this the old fashioned way?”

“Changed my mind.”

They stared at one another for a moment. Peter knew Gabriel wanted to keep his advantage, wanted to be able to hide, even now. But he was determined.

Finally, Sylar looked away, smiling slightly.

“Alright Peter, but not telepathy. I have something I think you’re gonna like a lot more. A power that will tell you...what you really want to know.”

He extended his hand. Peter looked at him curiously, but Sylar only raised one eyebrow, smile widening.

Don’t you trust me?

Peter narrowed his gaze and smiled back, wise to his game.

No games, trust me.

Peter took his hand and watched as the familiar red glow began to seep from their interlaced fingers, crawling up his arm. His breath caught as Gabriel’s emotions began trickling in. Pleasure first. God not just pleasure, unbelievable frustration. The desire to come, right now.

He couldn’t believe how much his lover had been holding back. Peter was already driving him crazy, barely even trying.

But underneath all that lust was something else, something Gabriel was trying very hard to hide...nervousness, fear even.

His cocky, homicidal, know it all partner had never been with a man before. And was more than a little scared.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Peter thought, shivering. He opened his eyes to find Gabriel’s, filled with apprehension.

“Come here,” Peter said in a rough, demanding voice. He leaned forward and slammed his mouth down onto Gabriel's, thrusting his tongue deep. Gabriel’s hands came up to hold Peter's face as they kissed passionately.

Peter broke away suddenly to fix him with an intense glare. His hand found Gabriel’s stiffness once more and he watched, possessively, as the other man’s eyes closed in pleasure. He smiled and gave his lover one more, softer kiss before going back down to take his beautiful cock in his mouth, pushing his finger into the virginal entrance slowly.

Let it go baby. I know you want to.

And just like that, Peter finally got to finish what he had started in a dream. He swallowed everything Gabriel had to offer, as the man moaned and gripped his hair.

“Keep...going.” Sylar gasped as he came down from his high.

“Are you sure?”

“Do it. Fuck me. Please, Peter. I want to know. I...I ha...have to know.” He stuttered.

Gabriel’s voice was so breathy, it didn’t even sound like him, and it was turning Peter on more than he would have imagined.

“Okay, no argument here,” he said as he resumed stroking Gabriel with his finger.

He grabbed the lube and started using two fingers, watching his lovers face closely. God, he was so tight. Peter had to let his fingers rest inside the tight muscle for a minute before he could even think about scissoring them.

“Oh Jesus, that’s...” Sylar trailed off, his voice filled with wonder.

“What? Tell me.” Peter said, leaning forward to lick along Gabriel’s stomach, fingers still working gently to open this beautiful man.

“It’s stupid.”

“Tell me,” he insisted, biting down on a nipple.

“Oh God. It’s just so...so intimate.” He finished on a whisper.

Peter raised his head. “Well, yeah. It’s sex.”

“Sex isn’t always intimate, Peter. I know that much.”

“You’re right. It’s not. But this is better, yeah?” Peter’s voice was serious but his smile was anything but.

“Yeah,” Sylar said with a naughty smile of his own. He started moving his hips on Peter’s fingers that went just a bit deeper until...

“Oh! Oh...p p prostate,” Sylar stuttered on a sigh.

God, I could do this all night. Peter was captivated by the picture Gabriel made, head thrown back, body moving on his fingers.

Don’t even think about it, Sylar thought back. “Fuck me already.”

“Not yet,” Peter said getting more lube and working to get a third finger into his partner.

“Jesus, Peter. Are you trying to kill me?”

“No, I’m just trying to make this good for you.”

“You already have. Fuck me.”

“Not yet. I’m savoring you.”

“You’re...? God, you’re serious. Why can’t you show this kind of patience all the time? Oooh.” He groaned as three fingers were now seriously working inside him.

“Who knows when we’ll get the chance to be together like this again? I want to make the most of it.” Peter whispered, watching Gabriel writhe on the bed for him.

“Uuhh, Peter, please. I promise I’m ready. Let’s go. Please!”

“Alright, alright. Here, turn around. No, on your side. Trust me, Killer. I know what I’m doing.” He maneuvered Sylar’s top leg over a pillow and raised up on one arm behind him.

“I’ll just bet you do, pretty boy.”

“Don’t provoke the driver.” He said, smacking the hip in front of him.

Biting his lip, Peter positioned himself at Gabriel’s entrance. “Try to push out as I push in.” He said. This is the hardest part, he thought, forcing himself through the tight outer ring of muscle and all the way in. Jesus, he’d spent forever stretching him yet he still felt impossibly tight.

“Oh fuck, Peter.”

Peter reached around and began stroking Gabriel’s cock.

“Talk to me. How are we doing?”

“It feels...weird.”

Peter breathed out a soft laugh “Yeah, I know. It gets better.”

“Shouldn’t you be moving?”

“Give me second.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m deflowering a 36 year old virgin here, Killer. Your ass is like a vise grip on my dick.”

Sylar began laughing.

“Oh god, don’t...” Peter started, but it was too late. The contractions from Sylar’s mirth spurned him into motion.

“Fuck,” he said tightening his grip on Gabriel’s hip and pulling out slowly, thrusting back in. He started a rhythm, trying to keep it gentle.

“Oh my God,” Sylar said as he began to tremble.

“Yeah. That’s it baby. It’s time for me to show you how to fly.” Peter said in a low voice into his ear, licking the back of Gabriel’s neck and pumping steadily. He tried a few different angles before finding Gabriel’s prostate.

“Oh fuck, Peter...” he started to shake in earnest.

“Easy. Let it build.” He kept up his gentle thrusting and stroking.

“Peter, oh.” Sylar clutched the pillow as they moved together.

“God. Peter.” Sylar’s shaking was very pronounced now. “I, I can’t...”

“It’s okay, baby. Oh, I’m gonna make you come.” Peter promised, increasing the pace and force of his thrusts into his lover’s body.

Sylar moaned long and loud as all the furniture in the room, including the bed rose into the air.

“Yeah, baby. Let me see it.” He stroked Gabriel’s dick faster, pinching just beneath the head, and swirling his thumb around the tip.

“Fuck. Oh, oh fuck!” Gabriel’s muscles seized up, his grip on Peter’s cock becoming painful. Goose bumps broke out all over his body as a rush went through him and the floating chairs slowly started rotating in place.

“Peter...” he whined.

“Gabriel, baby, let it go.” Peter whispered in his ear.

“Oh, oh...fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Gabriel spasmed, body jerking, muscles loosening and contracting, dick pulsing in Peter’s grip. Across the room, the television exploded and all the other pieces of furniture fell to the floor.

“Oh yeah, baby. That’s it. So fucking gorgeous.” Peter breathed, drinking in his lover’s expression. He was never going to forget this moment, ever. His hand slowed as Gabriel’s body relaxed.

Peter pushed him forward more and thrust into his lax body a few more times, biting into his shoulder and moaning, as he released his essence in bursts.

Peter laughed softly as his orgasm finally wound down, still kissing and nibbling on Gabriel’s shoulder. It had been way too long since he’d been with someone. This felt so good, he couldn’t stop his hips from grinding against Gabriel’s in short, tired motions.

Are you alive down there, babe? Gabriel had been quiet for several minutes. His eyes were closed, but Peter could tell he wasn’t asleep.

Yeah, came the unspoken reply. Just... there was an audible sigh, focusing on the moment. I don’t want to forget a single detail.

Hmmm, me neither.

Peter settled against the warm body underneath him and closed his eyes too. They laid there for long moments, random memories, thoughts, and feelings skipping between them, bringing them closer in understanding than words ever could.





“Is it always like that?” Sylar had asked, as they lay facing each other a little while later.

“That intense you mean? The shaking?” They were holding hands loosely, legs and feet moving together under the covers.

“Yeah.”

“For a while, until your body gets used to it.” Peter began kissing the fingertips of one of Gabriel’s hands.

“So it won’t be like that for you when I fuck you?”

“What are you implying?” Peter bit down on one finger.

Sylar smiled.

Dick. Peter sucked the finger into his mouth. It’s already been that intense and you didn’t even take my clothes off.

Sylar moved closer, his free arm coming around Peter’s back. “You’re incredible. You make me feel...incredible.” He breathed, his hand moving down to grip Peter’s ass. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Can you wait until we get some sleep?”






Peter opened his eyes as he felt Gabriel stir behind him, his hand starting to rub up and down Peter’s chest and stomach.

“You’re thinking about last night aren’t you?” Sylar asked, sliding his hand down Peter’s leg and nuzzling into the back of his hair. “Which part?”

“Talking about you fucking me.”

“Mmm, how does now sound?” His hand traveled up Peter’s inner thigh.

“Seriously, you’re insatiable. And, I’m actually kinda hungry.”

Sylar stopped his sexy petting and got out of the bed. He had anticipated this and snuck over to Luke’s in the middle of the night.

“Here you go,” he said, throwing a juice box and breakfast bar at Peter.

“What the...how did you...?”

At Sylar’s smug grin, Peter sighed in quiescence and ripped open the packaging.

“I would ask if you pulled these out of your ass, but I’m pretty sure I would’ve noticed them last night.” He grumbled, taking a bite of the Luna bar.

Sylar just laughed, sat back down on the bed, and bit into his own breakfast. As he ate, he focused in on Luke and Angela, opening what he hoped was a three way telepathic link. Or, he was about to give the whole motel the most intimate wake up call these people’d ever had.

Luke, Angela, can you hear me?

What the fuck?

Gabriel?

Yep. Listen, we’re staying in today. You guys amuse yourselves for a few hours. Peter and I need some alone time to strategize our next move. Angela, go have breakfast. Luke, be nice, put some clothes on before she gets there.

Sylar waited patiently for Peter to finish obscenely sucking on his apple juice, before telekinetically throwing all the debris away and pouncing.

“Now where was I?” Sylar asked, pushing Peter onto his back. He opened Peter’s legs and knelt between them. He had to bite his lip to keep from moaning at the picture Peter made. Smooth white skin. Perfectly sculpted muscles. Slim waist. Curvy legs. And his pretty, pink cock, already completely hard.

“Oh yes.” He whispered, finding Peter’s hands with his own and pushing them up the bed and over their heads. “Right here.” He leaned forward and kissed the other man deeply, rubbing them together from chest to cock.

“I’ve wanted you for so long now. Did you know that?” Sylar asked urgently, breathlessly.

“Even when you thought we were brothers?” Peter ground up against him.

“Holy Christ, Peter. You’re not only kinky, you’re a pervert.”

“Well, you’re about to fuck this pervert, so what does that make you?”

“Compulsive.” Sylar answered, licking down his neck.

“Sure that’s not obsessive, psycho killer?”

Sylar groaned as Peter’s tongue began playing in his ear. “I have to have you now, Peter, okay?” He asked, eyes wide and intense. His hands gripped Peter’s tightly as he, yes, waited for the response.

“Okay,” Peter replied softly, kissing his sweet, completely, insane lover.

Gabriel returned the kiss passionately before sitting up. Peter watched with a grin as the lube floated by his face and into Gabriel's waiting hand. And he didn’t stop grinning as his partner man handled him until he had a pillow under his ass and two of Gabriel’s fingers inside it.

“Easy! I know I said I’ve done this before, but it has been awhile.”

“Sorry. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s okay. Jesus, don’t slow down now. Come on, give it to me, Sylar.” Peter raised his knees shamelessly.

“Like this?” Sylar gripped the back of Peter's hair with one hand, his ass with the other, and drove his dick hard into Peter's body.

“Christ, yes.” Peter sighed as he was forced open. God, he loved being barely prepared. And Sylar’s cock was just perfect for this kind of play.

His eyes locked with Sylar's, as Peter threw a leg around his waist, and latched onto his arms.

“Give me more.”





“I love how you’re a fast learner.” Peter moaned, his face squished into the mattress. They had each climaxed only moments before, Sylar riding him hard from behind. His smaller body was still surrounded and held down by Sylar’s larger one.

“It’s easy when you have a good teacher,” Sylar responded, kissing and biting his way down the back of Peter’s neck.

Peter squirmed a little.

“Gabriel, are you?”

“Hmmmm.”

“So soon?”

“Mmm hmmmm. Have you forgotten all the side effects of Claire’s power?”

“One, never ever mention Claire when we’re in bed together.” Peter said turning his head to the side and peeking over his shoulder. “Second, no refractory period necessary.”

“You got it, and since practice makes perfect...” Sylar moved Peter to his side, raising one of his legs.

“You just have to be the best at everything don’t you?” Peter asked, not minding in the least as Sylar started moving in long, slow strokes.





“I love. Fucking you,” Sylar declared after they’d each had a second orgasm.

Peter just continued to breathe hard and gripped Gabriel’s sweaty hair as his nipple was licked.

I think you should bite it, he whispered into Sylar’s mind. He moaned as his tormentor drug his stubble across his chest and rubbed it against the other nipple instead.

“Bite it,” Peter demanded, moving his hips to stimulate his prostate against Gabriel’s cock.

“I love feeling you squirm on my dick. Yeah, just like that...” Sylar threw his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Peter tight around him, squeezing him.

He opened them again and ran his hands down Peter’s body, from his face all the way down to his soft cock, his ass and back up his legs to where they lay relaxed and open, over his own.

“Look at you,” he said. “So beautiful.”

Peter’s breath caught at the unexpected sentiment.

Sylar leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth, biting hard as he began to thrust once more into Peter’s plaint body.

“Oh my God. Gabriel!” Peter tried to get a grip on Gabriel’s sweat soaked skin.

“I’m gonna fuck you. All. Day. Long.” Sylar moaned as he casually pushed Peter’s knees back to his shoulders. His boyfriend’s flexibility was a very good thing.





Hours later, Peter lay in bed, sheets wrapped haphazardly around himself. He had stopped trying to move around. He had never been this sore. He’d actually put an icy cold cloth on his ass for awhile. And his legs had felt like rubber bands when he’d went to piss and get that cold cloth.

But, he’d also never been so content. Never had a lover so in tune with his wants, his desires, his limits. Sexy as Hell, eager to please, eager to learn, completely insatiable, oh and don’t forget, psychic...Sylar was, in short, the perfect lover.

He felt like laughing. He felt so full, so relaxed. It was like smoking opium. Like he’d had the best massage. He twisted, and cracked his back all the way down. Goddamn, he felt good...

Peter squinted open his eyes as Gabriel came into the room carrying a pizza and some sodas.

“What’d my mom have to say?”

“It looks like we were right about not having much time for fun. That’s it. We’re going to be driving day and night to get to some place out in bum fuck Arizona called Coyote Sands.” Sylar set the food down on the table. It was a little wobbly.

“She had a dream.” He responded to Peter’s unspoken question.

“It’s going to take days to get there.”

“I know. Which is why we’re leaving in a couple of hours.” Sylar removed his jacket and shirt and started towards the bed.

“You know she wondered why you didn’t come with me. I think she thinks you’re dead. You might want to at least call her.”

“I don’t care what she thinks. And I am way to tired to move. Let alone walk or talk to her. And I don’t think she would appreciate it any better if she saw me walk right now.” He smiled again and chuckled.

“Are you sure you don’t want healing?”

“Absolutely. I want to feel exactly like this for as long as I can. And you, have my permission to exude smugness all over the room. You’ve earned it.” He threw his arms over his head and stretched all the way down to his toes, hips wiggling under the sheet.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” Sylar stroked his hand down Peter’s neck and chest.

“You are not at all what I expected.” Peter responded seriously.

A long moment passed with them lost in each other’s eyes, until Sylar said, quirking an eyebrow, “funny, you’re exactly how I thought you’d be.”

Peter frowned. “Hey what’s that supposed to mean?!”

Sylar continued smiling cheekily for a second before shrugging and shaking his head. “Nothing. I just like fucking with you. Turn over.”

Peter blinked at the abrupt subject change. Or maybe not so abrupt...

“Babe, seriously, I don’t think...”

“Not for that, you idiot. Honestly, if it wasn’t for my healing power I think I’d be chafed. Which is why I want you to turn over so I can see for myself that you’re really okay.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Babe!”

“Peter...”

“Gabriel...”

“Please?”

“Uuhhggg,” Peter groaned as he rolled over, swayed by Gabriel’s damn sincerity.

“Peter?”

“Yes?”

“You’re very swollen.”

“That’s normal.”

“It looks painful.”

“It is, but that’s okay.”

“Did you bleed?”

“...”

“Peter, your silence is lying to me.”

Peter rolled back over and took Gabriel's hands in his own. “Baby, I’m only gonna say this once. We had rough sex. I bled a little. That’s normal. And before you say it, I like it rough. I asked for it rough. And you will continue to give it to me rough whenever I ask, understood?”

Sylar looked put out at first, then really thought about what Peter was demanding from him. His expression perked up.

“Well okay, if you insist.”

Peter rolled his eyes.

“Seriously, isn’t there anything I can do now to make you feel better?”

Sylar’s head cocked to the side as he caught a stray image from Peter’s mind. He narrowed his eyes and grinned. Peter’s expression turned worried.

“What? What did I just think?”

Instead of verbally responding, Sylar waved two fingers, flipping Peter back over onto his stomach.

“Gabriel, what...”

“Shhhhhhh.”

He spread Peter’s cheeks apart and leaned forward to lick at the damage he had caused. Peter’s ass was a fucking revelation. He wanted to do nothing, nothing else but lick it, spank it, fuck it, look at it, fucking cover it in honey and powdered sugar and eat it like a sopapilla, anything. Anything, as long as it never, ever went away.

“Ooh, that’s...” Peter gripped the sheets and spread his legs wider. “Baby, are you sure you want to be doing that?”

I don’t mind. You’re kinkiness must be rubbing off on me.

Sylar inserted his tongue into the opening, swirling it around. He pulled back a bit and blew power chilled breath onto the moisture.

“Shit! What the Hell did you just do?”

You like? He silently taunted, licking some more at Peter’s sweet ass.

Very much. More please.

Hmmm, how bout this? Sylar inserted a cold finger.

“Oh my God! That’s fucking awesome.”


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