Author's Notes : Hi ! So this is my first SylarxPeter fanfiction EVER :) ! I wanted it to be the first one from Heroes I posted ! ^^ Why ? Because the first pairing I liked is SylarxPeter :). It was a promise to myself.
Disclaimer : I own nothing of it besides the idea of this fanfiction, this fanfiction, the promise I made to myself, my representation of the characters and my writing style ! :)
Hope you will like it ^^ !
Enjoy and comment please ! I always like to read the comments ! :)
Sylar's House
Chapter 1. At His Door
Peter was heading towards Sylar's house. Even though he knew he had to stop him, he couldn't help feeling something ... weird. Deep inside, he knew he thought some things he should not think about his enemy. He felt things about him ... meaning he wished to caress him, kiss him, hug him, love hi-- "No ! Stop !" he told himself. He then ordered his feet to keep going despite the love that he felt for the man was trying to stop him from going there to catch him.
He arrived on the porch of Sylar's house. He raised his left hand and knocked on the door.
" Why the hell did I knock for ? ! I was only supposed to open the door and surprise him ! I didn't have to warn him I was coming ! I should not have knocked on --- Ah, Peter ! " he told himself, angry, he somewhat felt the need to knock on the door. Unconciously, he wanted Sylar to know he was coming for him; he wanted to warn him warmly like an old couple who's still in love after so many years.
" Ffff. " He shook his head, trying to shake the stress away. He said to himself, with tension building up inside of him again : " He'll only open the door, you tell him you're there for him ... no ! You're there to catch him ! Not FOR him ! Aw, come on ... ! " He was desperate. His thoughts couldn't stop taking a step ahead of him.
He heard the door cringe so, out of sudden fear, he lifted his head up in a swing for he was looking at the ground only two minutes ago. His eyes were wide open, fixed upon the face that appeared at the entrance.
Peter began to say what he had rehearsed this morning : " Sylar, I came here --- "
" For you. " Sylar finished the sentence before Peter could even do it himself.
It had been said in a way that was so sweet and sure of himself that he, Peter, babbled for he did not know what to say to that.
Sylar kept looking at him with those eyes that meant : I know you do. Don't fight it.
" So ... will you come inside or stay standing there as if you got hit by a brick ? " asked Sylar in a sarcastical voice with his eyes warmly fixed upon Peter's face.
He distanced himself a bit from the door so Peter could get in.
" Hum ... hum ... yeah ! Yeah ... " said Peter, finally coming back to his sense, stepping inside the house by the space Sylar gave him.
Peter just couldn't believe that he was stepping inside Sylar's house just like that ! With no fight, with no disgust ... with no refrain from himself ... what was wrong ? !