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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Future Sylar/Future Peter
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Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 709
Rating: NC-17 - blood and smuttiness
Prompts: #028 the Lazy Boy for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_fairytales 22/100
Any road followed precisely to its end leads precisely nowhere. Climb the mountain just a little bit to test that it's a mountain. From the top of the mountain, you cannot see the mountain.-Paul Muad'dib forscifi_muses
Notes: Sylar's a vampire. He and 5YG Peter have been hunting each other all over bombed out New York. This fic is also the beginning of an RP thread onmasquerademix where Peter is played by fixthepast and Sylar is ohnombrains. Only half of the fic is posted there before it becomes a role play between the two of us.
He hunted for me for weeks, but I never let him find a single clue. Peter combed the city. I shadowed him all the time, but he didn’t feel me. I was too good at becoming one with the shadows. My vampire abilities could mask my presence to where his empathy couldn’t feel me, and he didn’t seem to be able to read my thoughts either. I wasn’t human enough anymore.
In the beginning he slept in a different place, trying to keep me from finding him. It didn’t work. I’d tasted his blood. I could always find him. Now he was back in the Petrelli mansion. I stepped into the heavy shadows in the garden, and thought about the inside of the house, the deep darkness inside his mother’s closet and stepped through from one shadow to the next. I could hear Peter’s snoring from down the hall. He was sleeping in his old room.
“How adorable.” My lips curled into a sly smile as I made my way to his bedroom. The door was easily unlocked with a touch of telekinesis. I could smell more than a hint of bourbon, and found a mostly empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the nightstand. Peter was out cold. I didn’t think he could get drunk, with his regeneration, but since I don’t have the ability I don’t know how it works. I had no need for it now. My fangs took care of that.
I stepped around the bed, watching him. His eyes were moving in REM sleep, and I wondered what he was dreaming off. I did need to find a mind reader someday. It would make hunting easier. I pulled off my shirt, letting it drop to the floor.
Peter’s was hiked up, revealing the pale span of his stomach. I couldn’t help but run my tongue over my fangs. I needed to taste him again. Needed more of his blood in my veins. I climbed onto the bed, moving silently over his body, making sure I didn’t touch him until I was ready.
He was beautiful. Could I change him the way I’d been changed? I needed to find that out too. While we’d played cat and mouse I realized that I liked having him around. I didn’t want Peter dead.
I wanted him.
I needed him to keep me from being alone.
Straddling his waist, I ducked my face, and ran the tip of my tongue from his navel to one exposed nipple where I sank in my fangs. His blood filled my mouth. Peter bucked beneath me, but I wasn’t about to let go. He was mine. He would be forever.
“Son of a bitch!” He snarled, his fingers digging into my scalp as he tried to pull me off of him.
I bit down harder, and using my telekinesis pinned him down on the bed. The taste of him flooded my senses, and I ground down against him, feeling him grow hard. His hate hit me in a wave that was nearly as delicious as his blood.
“Let me go. I’ll fucking kill you!” Peter screamed throwing his head back, exposing his beautiful throat for me.
Stretching out over his chest, I ran my tongue and then the tip of my fang over the scar that ran down his face. “No you won’t. Because you like it.”
“I hate you,” Peter hissed. He jerked his face from me, then smashed his forehead into my face. My lip split, and my blood mingled with his as it splattered on his pale flesh. He moaned as I licked it away.
He was so used to getting his way, to being the most powerful. Peter didn’t know what to do with me, but I knew what to do with him. Twisting my fist in his hair, I drew his head back then licked the column on his throat. I could feel the pulse point throbbing away as his panic and excitement grew.
“You’re mine,” I said then sank my fangs into his throat, drinking him until he stopped fighting me. Looking up, I saw his mouth go slack, the fight leaving his eyes, and he moaned rubbing his crotch against mine. “And you always will be.”
100 Fairytales Table
Author:
thewatchmaker Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 709
Rating: NC-17 - blood and smuttiness
Prompts: #028 the Lazy Boy for
100_fairytales 22/100Any road followed precisely to its end leads precisely nowhere. Climb the mountain just a little bit to test that it's a mountain. From the top of the mountain, you cannot see the mountain.-Paul Muad'dib for
scifi_musesNotes: Sylar's a vampire. He and 5YG Peter have been hunting each other all over bombed out New York. This fic is also the beginning of an RP thread on
masquerademix where Peter is played by fixthepast and Sylar is ohnombrains. Only half of the fic is posted there before it becomes a role play between the two of us. He hunted for me for weeks, but I never let him find a single clue. Peter combed the city. I shadowed him all the time, but he didn’t feel me. I was too good at becoming one with the shadows. My vampire abilities could mask my presence to where his empathy couldn’t feel me, and he didn’t seem to be able to read my thoughts either. I wasn’t human enough anymore.
In the beginning he slept in a different place, trying to keep me from finding him. It didn’t work. I’d tasted his blood. I could always find him. Now he was back in the Petrelli mansion. I stepped into the heavy shadows in the garden, and thought about the inside of the house, the deep darkness inside his mother’s closet and stepped through from one shadow to the next. I could hear Peter’s snoring from down the hall. He was sleeping in his old room.
“How adorable.” My lips curled into a sly smile as I made my way to his bedroom. The door was easily unlocked with a touch of telekinesis. I could smell more than a hint of bourbon, and found a mostly empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the nightstand. Peter was out cold. I didn’t think he could get drunk, with his regeneration, but since I don’t have the ability I don’t know how it works. I had no need for it now. My fangs took care of that.
I stepped around the bed, watching him. His eyes were moving in REM sleep, and I wondered what he was dreaming off. I did need to find a mind reader someday. It would make hunting easier. I pulled off my shirt, letting it drop to the floor.
Peter’s was hiked up, revealing the pale span of his stomach. I couldn’t help but run my tongue over my fangs. I needed to taste him again. Needed more of his blood in my veins. I climbed onto the bed, moving silently over his body, making sure I didn’t touch him until I was ready.
He was beautiful. Could I change him the way I’d been changed? I needed to find that out too. While we’d played cat and mouse I realized that I liked having him around. I didn’t want Peter dead.
I wanted him.
I needed him to keep me from being alone.
Straddling his waist, I ducked my face, and ran the tip of my tongue from his navel to one exposed nipple where I sank in my fangs. His blood filled my mouth. Peter bucked beneath me, but I wasn’t about to let go. He was mine. He would be forever.
“Son of a bitch!” He snarled, his fingers digging into my scalp as he tried to pull me off of him.
I bit down harder, and using my telekinesis pinned him down on the bed. The taste of him flooded my senses, and I ground down against him, feeling him grow hard. His hate hit me in a wave that was nearly as delicious as his blood.
“Let me go. I’ll fucking kill you!” Peter screamed throwing his head back, exposing his beautiful throat for me.
Stretching out over his chest, I ran my tongue and then the tip of my fang over the scar that ran down his face. “No you won’t. Because you like it.”
“I hate you,” Peter hissed. He jerked his face from me, then smashed his forehead into my face. My lip split, and my blood mingled with his as it splattered on his pale flesh. He moaned as I licked it away.
He was so used to getting his way, to being the most powerful. Peter didn’t know what to do with me, but I knew what to do with him. Twisting my fist in his hair, I drew his head back then licked the column on his throat. I could feel the pulse point throbbing away as his panic and excitement grew.
“You’re mine,” I said then sank my fangs into his throat, drinking him until he stopped fighting me. Looking up, I saw his mouth go slack, the fight leaving his eyes, and he moaned rubbing his crotch against mine. “And you always will be.”
100 Fairytales Table
