Save the Blind Man

by Akaiba

ARC 1 of 2. Crossover story, originally posted on LJ, of Sylar from Heroes and Danny from Blind Dating. Danny's heartbroken without Leeza and all that hurt and saddness has to rebound off onto something, sadly he's not picked the best guy... Sylar.

1. A Blind Man's Smile

CROSS-POSTED FROM LIVEJOUNRAL

Title: Blind Smiles
Author: Akaiba
Rating: NC-17 (you have been warned)
Disclaimer: Were any of the characters Zachary Quinto and Chris Pine portray mine (or indeed the actors themselves) I would not have time to post fanfiction. ;)
Characters/Pairings: Sylar(Heroes)/Danny(Blind Dating) (yes i am insane)
Summary: AU (obviously) and Danny's heartbroken Leeza didn't break her promise for him but all that hurt and saddness has to rebound off onto something, sadly he's not picked the right guy to obsess over because Sylar can obsess (hunger) better than anyone.

It is advised, however, that you read this fic in tandem with Lorlo7's vid www . youtube . com / watch (minus the spaces) The fic does not start at the begining of the vid but headers will indicate sections of the vid they refer to. Have fun trying to match them though I've made it as simple as I can... I think. :3

~o~S~o~D~o~ Prior to lorlo7's Pinto vid.

Danny smiles without cause as he munches happily on the sandwich before him. Sat on a park bench by himself he simply let the sounds of the park wash of him, letting himself relax and not think about anything.

Nope not thinking.

Definitely not thinking about her. Nope.

Dammit!

His shoulders slump in defeat and his smile slips before melting completely like ice. He hasn't been able to get his mind off her since he left the hospital. Of course she hadn't been able to change her promise- why had he thought a stupid, foolish and life threatening declaration of his love would change that? God, who was he fooling? If she had felt anything for him then he shouldn't have needed to almost kill himself to try and win her heart. Can't win what's not on offer.

He sighs and with all the manner of a child throwing a tantrum he hurls the remains of his sandwich in the vague vicinity before him.

Too wrapped up in his own spiralling waves of self-depreciation he doesn't hear the thrown object impact or the angry footsteps towards him until he is surrounded by a warm, spicy scent of cologne he didn't know.

"Is this yours?" The person inquires icily. Danny winces, instant realisation dawning on his face as he runs a hand through his hair awkwardly.

"Um, did I hit you with that?" When he receives no reply but feels a distinct chill in the air he winces again. "Sorry about that, I… I didn't know there was anyone over there." He hesitates on informing the person, male definitely, of why he didn't- can't- see him. In light of recent events he is feeling a bit sensitive about his inability to see at the moment.

He hears a clink to his side and ducks his head downwards as he realises the man has picked up his stick. He can hear him turning it over in his hands before it is set down again. Danny doesn't say anything, part of him knowing that the man is already gone, deciding to pity the poor blind guy, and he just wishes he could see and then they would fight like normal guys over the man's indignation of having a sandwich thrown at him. There are no sounds anymore and Danny pulls his knees up onto the bench, his fingers playing idly with his laces when he's jolted by the sound of the man's voice again.

"See that it doesn't happen again."

Danny's head jerks in the vague direction of where he can hear the voice- above him and before him, just slightly to the left of where he is sat- and says nothing, his mouth open in surprise.

He hears the man leave this time; his feet stepping on the grass and making a sound so soft most people dismissed it. But Danny focused on it until it was swallowed by other sounds. He can still hear the man's voice in his ears. It's dark and strong. Danny fears him slightly, wonders if maybe he's lucky that the man didn't attack him or worse. But still… a part of him is blushing slightly. His cheeks feel hot. Maybe the man did just leave out of pity for the poor blind guy… but he didn't apologise for him or for his blindness or for confronting him. In fact, he lightly threatened him!

That shouldn't be as comforting as it is- being threatened by someone- but it is.

It means that, on some level, the man didn't pity Danny enough to let him get away with throwing sandwiches at him.

And that's the biggest compliment Danny's had in weeks.

~o~S~o~D~o~

Danny's buys coffee before he even thinks about heading to his law class, burning his fingers on the scalding liquid as he tried to add milk without it overflowing.

He curses softly to himself as he sucks the offended finger into his mouth, his stick tucked under his arm until he has a hand free to use it- much as he detests it- and even with him taking extra care to walk slowly and against the wall it comes as no great shock when he hits someone.

Even though it shouldn't have been a surprise- blind guy walking without aid down a busy street- he loses his grip on his coffee as it is crushed between the two colliding bodies and he grimaces in expectation of the hot drink soon splashing over him when suddenly the drink he's holding isn't hot anymore- its feels empty! He yelps in reflexive surprise and the drink falls from his loose fingers, his stick following it.

"M'sorry!" He mumbles, still too shocked about what he thinks he felt- he knows he felt- just before the drink fell.

The offended person says nothing but he can hear their breathing falter from the laboured breath of one about to yell something to surprise- yes he's that good at hearing, when one sense fails another compensates. He cocks his head curiously. He hears the other bend down and suddenly the air around him is very familiar. Spicy and warm. Memories of a voice his mind isn't ready to let go of attack him and his mouth opens in surprise.

He doesn't notice that, while he did let go of his stick, it never actually hit the floor. But then again, he can't see. Maybe the man had just caught it as it fell, it's not like the stick could just jump off the ground, right? He does hear the man pick up the cup, hears its hollow sound but when its handed back to him he can feel the liquid sloshing around inside. His mouth parts further in confusion and just stares at where he guesses the man's face might be. It doesn't matter that he's actually staring a little past his shoulder as the other person gets his shock- realises that even if he is blind he's not stupid. Danny knows something strange just occurred but doesn't know what.

The man snorts and pats Danny's shoulder as he moves past, slipping Danny's stick back into his other hand. "You'll catch flies leaving your mouth open like that."

Danny whirls around, engulfed in that strong cologne as the man leaves. He wants to call out, say something- anything! But the words won't leave his throat as he clutches his lukewarm drink and his stick tightly. His thoughts are a mess as he sits through his class, not really hearing anything being said. All he can hear is that velvety voice over and over in his mind, feels violated a million different ways by what he can discern from that voice. It feels just as dark as it had in the park- as full of dark intent and uncontrolled power. It makes Danny shudder in ways he knows are so, so wrong.

The man is terrifying and Danny has yet to even know his name but he can't help but hope he meets him again.

~o~S~o~D~o~

He smiled politely at the greeting he received from the woman he passed. One of his mother's friends, he recognises her voice. Danny doesn't really know where he's going, he's just walking aimlessly. Of course he knows where he is, it'd be kind of stupid for him to get lost in his state- that and it's his home town. He's not got his stick out today though; it is tucked into the waistband of his jeans at the back just in case. Instead, he's got his hand out, running over the sides of the buildings as he passes, feeling everything through his fingers as he moves.

His intent is to go to the basketball court. It's too late in the day for anyone to be there now but he's not looking for company. He just wants to sit there. It occurs to him briefly that he hasn't really thought of Leeza since he bumped into that strange man the second time. It doesn't really hurt to think her name anymore. Of course he's still a bit sensitive talking about her and he's not really at ease with his blindness anymore and his confidence hasn't recovered at all but still… he's getting there.

He smiles to himself. He's not going to feel this pain forever, he assures himself. It'll go away.

When he reaches the basketball court he can hear voices. The ground shakes and there's enough electrical charge in the air to make his hair stand on end. He frowns as a woman cries out in alarm and suddenly he's stumbling in a run to help. Almost inside he hears a startlingly familiar voice cry out in pain and his heart stops- which is ridiculous and stupid and so many other things- and he bursts onto the court.

He can smell burning and blood and sweat and spicy cologne. Danny can't see where anyone is but he can hear someone scrambling away, the chain link fence clinking loudly and he can hear small heels clacking away at a run, panting following them- the woman he thinks, he doubts that man wears heels- and that leaves the other source of panting to be the man.

He staggers towards the heavy breathing and the smell of blood is stronger. He collapses to his knees and crawls the rest of the way until he can feel skin and clothing and a body beneath his hands.

"What are you doing here?!" The man sounds angry, outraged and shocked. So much emotion in his voice it stuns Danny for a moment. The man's never spoken to him with so much emotion before that he doesn't know how to reply. "You stupid, stupid kid." The man laughs at him, humourless but condescending nonetheless.

Danny glares at him- in his direction anyway- and his hands clench in the man's shirt that he wasn't really aware he was still holding onto. "I heard shouting… I-I came to help!"

"I don't know if you've noticed but… you're blind. You wouldn't really be much of a help." The man doesn't pity him, he's insulting him. Danny knew he should feel offended and part of him is angry but not really because of the insult. He's angry because his valiant rescue isn't being received with thanks but he's still flattered the man isn't going to be nice to him just because he's blind. Sure, Danny's met people who liked to pick on him because he was blind but the man wasn't just trying to be mean, he was trying to point how stupid Danny was being running about in the evening to save people he barely knows.

"Yeah well, you're bleeding so you're in no position to turn down help." Danny's hand slipped down to where he can feel the blood in the soaked shirt but when he touches the skin underneath- the firm muscle he can feel flexing beneath his hand- the skin isn't torn at all. He runs his fingers over it, stunned, until the man pushes him away roughly.

Danny fell back, sprawled on the ground and not really caring that he was shoved. The man stands over him, breathing heavily and from the shift of fabric he knows there's a hand extended to him. He shakily reaches up and grasps the hand only to find it was clenched except for a single finger extended to him- pointing at him? Danny frowns and is about to ask when suddenly the hand unclenches and he's pulled to his feet roughly.

Its then he realises his stick snapped uselessly on impact to the ground as it falls from his waistband to the floor. Danny shakily scrambles to pick it up and tries to reassemble it. Yes, he hates his stick, but it's a form of security he'd rather not be without when he's out in the evening and not really near enough to home for him to be comfortable walking back without an aid. He's done it before but his stick has been right to hand should he hesitate knowing where he is.

He makes a pained sound against his will and hears the man fold his arms beside him. There's a long pause where he just inhales and finally says, "… where do you live?" Danny tells him with a shaky voice, not entirely sure where this is going. Plus, he's already pretty certain that the man is dangerous and telling him where he and his family live isn't something he feels very comfortable with but it comes out before he can stop it.

Suddenly the man grabs him by his elbow and is dragging him off roughly, Danny yelping again in surprise. It's not an entirely manly thing to do but it just slips out.

"W-where are you taking me?!" Danny demands.

"Home, where else?" There's a silkiness to his voice that has Danny confused, he can sense amusement as well and he frowns. He jerks his elbow free, determined to maintain some dignity, and before the man can stop he places his hand on the man's shoulder.

The man continues walking, saying nothing, but Danny can sense the man's condescending humour like he's outright laughing. He's also not too pleased that the man is just a little taller than him, his hand resting on a shoulder a few centimetres taller than his own.

They walk in silence for a while until Danny just has to break it. "So… my name's Danny. What's yours?"

The man snorts in that annoying way that lets Danny know he thinks he's being infantile. They've only really met each other three times, including this time, and yet he can read the man's voice like a book. He doesn't know him, in fact he's a little terrified of ever knowing him, but he can sense enough off him to not need to see his expressions. Danny doubts they would be too revealing anyway. "Sylar." The man says eventually.

"Sylar… Sylaaaar. Syyyylaaar." Danny runs it around his mouth a few times before he smiles, pleased. "I like it."

"I'm glad." Sylar replies and Danny can taste the sarcasm. He laughs and he knows Sylar's smiling slightly. He can hear it. And, god, it sounds beautiful.

They walk the rest of the way in companionable silence until Sylar gently removes Danny's hand from his shoulder and indicates the steps up to his house. Danny thanks him and smiles at where he thinks Sylar is. As he approaches the front door Sylar calls out to him, he turns.

"Do you have another one of those? Those sticks, I mean." Sylar asks slowly.

Danny smiles brightly again. "Yeah, don't worry about it."

Sylar doesn't respond in anyway Danny can discern but he hears the man began to walk away, that spicy warmth leaving him finally, and Danny thinks that's the closest he's ever going to get to an apology from the strange man.

~o~S~o~D~o~

He's seen Leeza today. Hah. Seen. Well, he heard her.

He heard her voice. It's was sweet as ever but Danny can hear she's unhappy. Not by what she's saying, it's more of a soulful kind of unhappy. Danny is ashamed part of him is glad she feels just as crappy as he did. Yes, did. Somehow Danny doesn't feel so bad anymore. He's pretty certain it has something to do with Sylar.

He hasn't seen the man since that night Sylar walked him home but keeps thinking he sees him out the corner of his eye. When he looks closer, however, he's gone. Danny's not sure he was ever there but it still makes his mouth dry every time he catches the faintest scent of that cologne. Even at night he's certain he felt a hand caressing his brow while he slept. Wishful thinking, maybe. But still… the thought of Sylar stroking his face while he sleeps does funny things to his stomach and he can't help but feel like a giddy schoolgirl.

That utterly demoralised part of him that he doesn't think will ever recover from Leeza keeps whispering it's a dream. Of course it's a dream, why would Sylar repeatedly break into his house at night to stroke his face while he slept? It's a ludicrous thought. But still… that one time he murmured Sylar's name the hand faltered and didn't return that night…

Danny considers mentioning this encounter to his psychologist but he doubts she'd be very helpful on the matter. She's supporting, caring and a little weird and he loves her to bits but she's so happy with that Dr. Perkins he doesn't want to rain on her parade. At least one of them should be deliriously happy.

It's not for a long, painfully contemplative month until he sees Sylar again. Er… he encounters Sylar again.

He exits his house and is about to step down the steps to the pavement until he smells that scent that makes his stomach flip-flop and his eyes widen, his mouth immediately tugged up into a smile and he addresses where he's guessing Sylar might be. "Hey you." He says with a grin.

Sylar steps towards him and Danny's head jerks, his estimate of Sylar's position way off. "Hello."

Danny begins to walk, his hand out defiantly against the use of the stick- a new one- that is stuck in his jeans when Sylar catches his wrist and places it firmly on his shoulder. Danny says nothing but he smiles like the cat that got the canary and the cream and lets Sylar lead him. There's a part of him, a part he can't quite explain or silence, that is screaming he's getting involved with something far bigger than him and that nothing good will come of this but when he can feel Sylar's heat beneath his hand he can't quite care.

"So where are you taking me?" Danny asks curiously but he's not sure he'll mind where they go at all, not so long as Sylar is there.

"You're awfully trusting of someone you barely know." Sylar observes dryly, blatantly avoiding the question. "Aren't you the least bit worried I'm going to lead you somewhere no one can hear you scream and murder you?" Somehow, and Danny's not sure why, that doesn't sound as much of a farfetched scenario as it should.

Danny's grip tightens, revealing he's now a little afraid. But he's smiling as he replies, "I suppose now I am… but, as you continuously point out, I'm blind and at a disadvantage. There's not much I could do to stop you so it wouldn't really matter. I guess I'm just going to hope you don't hate me that much." Danny cocks his head. "But… I'm studying law and I feel I should tell you that it's pretty difficult to get away with murder nowadays."

Sylar's amused. Danny can feel it- can hear that smile. Only this one's not very beautiful. It's dark and morbid and Danny shivers. "Oh? I find it interesting you think my hating you would be the reason for me to kill you. That's not the only reason people murder others."

"Well, I guess not. Some people do it for money, power, love, loss…" He trails off.

"A hunger." Sylar says firmly.

"Yeah, a hunger for something they don't have that they feel they need." Danny surmises slowly. It's a bizarre conversation and he's more than a little disturbed and more than a little of him wants to let go of Sylar and run.

Sylar stops suddenly. Danny stops with him, stumbling a little into his shoulder. "You… you're a very bright person, Danny." He says slowly after a while. Its sounds so surprised Danny wants to laugh but he takes the genuine compliment in kindness.

He beams at the praise. "Thanks!"

Sylar says nothing but resumes walking.

Other than that the day passes without incident. Sylar ends up leading him to a small café he wasn't aware existed- in his own town as well- and Danny discovers that Sylar has a deep love of ice cream. They talk about really trivial stuff and Danny doesn't press the fact that when he inquires anything about Sylar, the man deflects the question either subtly or obviously- daring Danny to make something of it. Danny doesn't and is more than happy to talk about what of himself Sylar wants to know and anything else that comes up.

When Danny's phone rings and a very irate Jay is demanding why he hasn't turned up at the basketball courts to hustle a few more cocky assholes, Sylar isn't angry when Danny has to cut their time together short.

Danny pays the bill and Sylar seems slightly irritated he's not allowed to pay for his share. It's quickly smoothed over when Danny rather needlessly puts his hand on Sylar's shoulder and lets him lead them out of the café. Danny may be blind but he can navigate a small café floor without much aid but he can also sense that it makes Sylar slightly smug to have been depended on and he guesses it repays him for having paid the bill.

They part with Danny smiling brightly and Sylar's murmured 'goodbye'. For the rest of the day Danny's mind is on Sylar but he manages a decent enough performance at the basketball court winning Jay $30 and earning him a clap on the back. Even the glares from the losers can't destroy the brilliant day he's having.

It's only when Jay asks why he's so happy, not that he isn't unusually smiley most of the time, that he realises he hasn't told anyone about Sylar.

He isn't inclined to. He doesn't want to share.

~o~S~o~D~o~

It's really late and Sylar has him pinned to the wall of some alley. Danny can feel his hot breath on his face; smell that cologne all around him. The sensations are overwhelming and he's gripping Sylar so tightly- afraid he's going to just let go and leave him there.

As if he can sense the fear and lust Danny is feeling Sylar kisses him.

Danny's not sure how he can feel so trusting of a man he barely knows even if they have been spending a lot of time together- and it doesn't escape his notice its odd hours of the day and night and never with anyone else around- but he can feel Sylar's intense gaze and knows there's more of a weight to it than he knows. For his part, he's not quite sure why he's letting Sylar do this.

It's not a gentle kiss, not like how Leeza used to kiss him. Not even when they were clearly considering going further than simply kissing had Leeza ever kissed him like this. It was as if Sylar wanted to crawl inside of him, his tongue tasting every inch of him hungrily and Danny couldn't catch his breath. He wrapped his hands tightly around Sylar's neck and refused to even let the light headedness pull them apart until they wrenched apart on instinct, gasping lewdly into the night.

He can feel Sylar's eyes on him and he flushes. Its not a gentle gaze by any means and Danny can sense so much in that gaze that even if he can't see it and doesn't understand much of it- being inexperienced at that moment really sucked- he knows he'll probably enjoy whatever Sylar has planned.

Still… he had never thought his first time would be in an alley.

Sylar abruptly lets him go and pulls away. Only enough for them to breathe easily but still close enough for Danny to feel his body heat.

"Ina-… inappropriate place." Sylar eventually breathes. It's the first time he's heard Sylar stammer and he feels oddly proud to have caused that.

But still…

Danny stares at him like he's just killed his dog for a long while before sensibility kicks in and he blushes. "Y-yeah…"

Sylar walks him home silently, Danny's hand on his shoulder as was customary now. When they get to Danny's house Sylar walks him directly to the front door. It's dark except for the streetlights- he knows this, he can't see them but he knows they'll be on- and without really needing to see Danny knows his family- his mother- will still be awake worrying where her baby boy is.

Standing in front of the door Danny removes his hand and begins to say goodbye when Sylar suddenly shoves him against the door again and claims his mouth. Danny's head cracks off the door and he just knows his mother will have heard but he doesn't care as he pulls Sylar closer and arches into that warm body. It's not right how much the man's kisses make Danny feel like he's being fucked. Danny doesn't even really know what that feels like but he's never felt anything like the way Sylar's tongue shoves into his mouth, sliding over his own tongue obscenely. There are teeth and saliva and so many wet sounds but it's the best fucking thing in the whole world.

He whines and he swears he heard Sylar's breath hitch and that's when his mother could be heard approaching the door.

Sylar jerks backwards, kissing him chastely before disappearing and the door opened behind him leaving Danny to fall flat on his back in the hallway. He doesn't answer his mother's questions but he's smiling so she doesn't worry too much. Well, no more than normal and Danny just hugs her tightly and assures her he is perfectly fine.

He doesn't tell her about Sylar. He doesn't tell anyone. He's not sure why but something tells him that Sylar would not be happy if he did.

~o~S~o~D~o~

"You will come with me."

Sylar is resting with his back against Danny's open window, Danny knows he is because he was previously leaning against that body until the strange man started saying they had to leave. Not that he had to leave, that they had to.

Danny is sort of used to Sylar disappearing for days on end without word. It's not like they have anything really official- Sylar certainly doesn't answer to him- but this is a whole new level of strange and what's worse is that Danny can tell, can sense it in his tone, that Sylar is not joking. There's a dangerous edge to his voice and though it was never a request anyway he is pretty certain that Sylar will not accept anything short of 'yes'.

"Wha-… why?!" Danny cries out sharply. He's surprised and a little overwhelmed so he can't really be held responsible that he forgets momentarily that it's the middle of the night and they are in Danny's room in his parent's house while the rest of the house is sleeping.

He can hear a rush of cloth and footsteps and suddenly Sylar has shoved him onto the bed with his weight pinning Danny effectively, a hand clamping his mouth shut tight. The slightly smaller man knows struggling is pretty pointless but he does it reflexively until Sylar shakes him roughly. It occurs to him again just how little he knows about this man. He knows his name, knows he likes ice cream and knows he likes to appear in Danny's room in the middle of the night. That's the extent of his knowledge. Even after a month and a half its all he knows.

Part of him is appalled he willingly kisses this man when he knows that little about him.

Part of him wants to know why they aren't fucking yet.

"Be quiet. It wasn't a question." Sylar points out needlessly though he does that a lot. Danny guesses it's because he thinks the blind guy might need certain things spelling out for him. The hand is till covering his mouth so Danny makes no reply. "You are in no position to argue with me." He emphasises this by pressing harder onto the body beneath him and all Danny can think is how warm Sylar is. His body anyway, at that moment his voice is as cold as ice.

Danny pulls Sylar's hand away even though he's pretty sure he wouldn't be able to move it without the man's consent but luckily it comes away without much urging. He's breathing heavily but he's adamant that's only from not being able to breathe through his mouth for a while there- not that he's currently on his bed with Sylar pressed so tightly to him that there's barely enough room for his breath to be caught. "Y-you… you c-can't… I m-mean… t-that's not… this is a stupid conversation to be having in the middle of the night." Danny says finally for lack of anything better to say.

Sylar scoffs derisively. Danny knows that sound very well by now. It signals that whatever disagreement they are having- he won't win. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, have you?"

Rhetorical question or not, Danny feels compelled to defend himself. "I haven't gotten myself into anything!" He hisses. "Just because you won't tell me anything doesn't mean it's my fault!"

The hand is back over his mouth. "Be quiet."

There's a long silence and Danny guesses Sylar is listening for sounds of movement beyond the door but when none come Sylar's hand still remains. Waiting even longer he frowns and then the hand is removed and Sylar kisses him again. It's just as demanding and controlling and feverish as all of the other times and it makes Danny's head spin with a want and desire he's not entirely familiar with.

His hands come up to lace in Sylar's hair, pulling his face closer, but Sylar doesn't like being pinned and in a matter of seconds Sylar his Danny's wrists in his tight grip and is holding them down on the bed.

They break apart and Danny lies their breathing heavily and it's the only sound he can hear over the sound of his racing heart. He's not even sure if he can hear Sylar breathing and for a moment he wonders if the man left but he can still feel his hands being pinned and a heavy weight on his chest so he guesses maybe not. There's a soft press of a startlingly gentle kiss and Danny recognises it as Sylar's 'goodbye' kiss and sure enough, when its over- which is after a second or two- Sylar releases his wrists and is gone through the window.

Danny knows he hasn't won that argument. Not yet. Not ever.

~o~S~o~D~o~

He comes back from dinner with one of Larry's set-up dates and is absolutely exhausted. No matter how much Danny insists he's not looking for action or a relationship or anything at the moment, Larry just won't let it go. He says until Danny brings home a girl he plans to have fantastically filthy sex with he won't leave Danny alone. Danny thinks Larry's going to be doing this forever then, because Sylar's not a girl.

He's just grateful his kid sister is staying over at a friend's house that weekend so he's not setting a bad example for her, coming home in the middle of the night.

Reaching for the door handle his hand grabs air and his heart lurches. He can smell something in the air- something foul. He shakily reaches out and pushes the already ajar door open wider. It hits him fully then- the acrid smell of tangy copper that stains the back of his throat even from just inhaling. He chokes and shakes on his feet. Blind and dizzy don't mix well and he barely makes it into the house before he falls to his knees in the hallway. There's something dreadful in that coppery smell and he wants to be sick.

Crawling on his hands and knees he makes his way into the kitchen. His hand presses on several shards of broken glass and he can feel them split his skin effortlessly; sliding into his palm and feel the blood seep over his palms. He can't really feel the pain, he knows its there but it's pushed down beneath so many layers of fear and adrenaline that he can't process it. He crawls further into the room, ignoring the way the glass tears his trousers and embeds in his legs.

The stench of blood is so overpowering its making his head spin but he can smell something else as well. He'd never understood those people who said you could smell death but now he could smell it as though he'd always known what this smelt like and he guess on some level every human knows that scent. It makes his stomach lurch and his hands shake as his skin breaks out in shivers.

His hand brushes against something soft. Hair.

He reaches out and his hands close around his mother's face. Danny knows it her, he knows her perfume and knows her own scent. He's lived with her all his life and he knows the texture of her hair and the shape of her face, knows that the cold stream of blood that is no longer flowing but has painted down her face, over her lips and staining her dress shouldn't be there.

His hands are covered in blood, he can feel the slickness between his fingers, can taste it in the air when he brings his hands to his face to wipe the tears he didn't know he was shedding.

Danny screams. It's not a scream of fear or terror but loss. Panic and hurt.

He shakily scrambles backwards; falling over the body he knows is his father in the process but doesn't stop crawling away until he wedges himself in a corner of the kitchen. He's still screaming and sobbing and pulling at his hair. There's blood all over his face and matted in his hair and his hands and feet hurt where there's glass in them but all he can think about are those black and white, grainy images of the only glimpses of his parent's faces that he ever saw. Though it was improbable anyway, now it's impossible to ever see his parent's smiling faces ever again. He can feel his throat burning with pain as he screams again; throwing his head back and loving the way the pain and impact rattle his brain so much he can't feel a damn thing.

He doesn't hear Sylar come in. He doesn't feel the man pull him up, doesn't feel him drag him out the house as the police sirens approach. He can vaguely hear a static kind of noise he knows should be words but all he can really hear is the blood pounding in his ears and the sound of his own heartbeat.

Even though he's blind, he knows he can feel his mother's eyes watching him as Sylar takes him from the house. It's a feeling he won't ever forget.

~o~S~o~D~o~ In the vid: 0:00-0:16

He jerks awake as Sylar flicks the radio on. They had stopped in a service station where Sylar had roughly cleaned his face and forced him to wash his hair in the sink and had, rather patiently, waited for him to finish throwing up in the disgusting toilet before they continued driving. Sylar hasn't said a damn thing to him but even if he had Danny isn't sure he would have heard him. Danny wonders since when Sylar has a car but he can just add that to the list of questions he'll never have answered.

The music is washing over them and Danny can't hear words but he can hear the tune and he's not sure if it should be making him want to scream and cry and destroy something with his bare hands but it does. It's a soothing tune but Danny's beyond comfort.

It doesn't matter that they've cleaned the blood off of Danny; he can still smell the death that clings to his clothes. Every time he closes his eyes he can feel that feeling of his mother's cold dead eyes watching leave with a man he never told her about and he didn't even call the police but he had heard sirens so someone must have.

He doesn't wake up again until Sylar is shaking his shoulder and telling them they are there, wherever that is.

Danny went with him after all - looks like Sylar won the argument.

~o~S~o~D~o~ 0:16-0:38

He doesn't know where the hell Sylar has taken him but he's been left in what he guesses is a bedroom. Sylar is gone for now. Danny doesn't know where. He can't really quite bring himself to care where either. He knows lashing out at Sylar isn't the right answer and the guy did just pick him up and take him away when all Danny was capable of doing was screaming but there's something about the air around Sylar now that feels like guilt. Danny doesn't know what to make of it, especially after what Sylar had said before leaving.

He'd sat Danny down on the bed and stood before him silently until he finally murmured, "I'm going to ask you a few questions, okay? I only want a yes or no answer." Danny said nothing and Sylar took this as a sign to go ahead and ask.

"Are you hungry?"

Danny wonders in what universe that question is ever going to be appropriate at a time like this but he simply shakes his head.

"Is there anything you need? For your blindness, I mean."

There's a pause but then Danny nods slowly.

"Your stick?"

A nod.

"Okay." A longer pause. "Do you… do you know why you're parents were killed?"

It's another question that isn't really appropriate at that moment but Danny doesn't care about anything- propriety, politeness, ignorance, himself or anything. He shakes his head.

"… Do you want to?"

There's a strong reluctance in his voice and Danny's head jerks up at the words. There's a warning bell ringing in his head and he knows this can lead to nowhere any better than the pain he's already suffering but he nods anyway, ignoring the warning like he's ignoring the way his hands and knees are still aching with glass and blood.

Danny doesn't get a response for a long while and he wonders if Sylar is still there. He breathes so lightly sometimes that if Danny doesn't concentrate he's not sure the man is actually there.

"Because of me." Danny stares blankly, words failing him. He doesn't know if Sylar is blaming himself out of pity- that seems rather unlikely- or whether he really means that his parent's deaths were because of him. He wants to ask but he can barely coordinate his mouth enough to make it open and once he does it just hangs there loosely. Useless. Then Sylar speaks again. "I warned you. I told you to come with me."

Danny just stares without seeing anything. He just stares. "You… you knew?" It's the first thing he's said since he stopped screaming and his voice breaks with dead emotion and disuse.

"I knew it was… likely."

Danny doesn't say anything. Sylar leaves after a while and that brings it all back to Danny firmly shutting and locking the bedroom door and lying down on the bed. He's ramrod straight and his eyes are open, staring at the ceiling with his hands resting on his heart. He's not sure it's slowed its erratic beating since he opened the door to his house. He doesn't think it ever will.

When Sylar returns he can hear the man moving about in the rooms outside but when he hears the footsteps halt outside the bedroom he's in no way inclined to let the man inside.

He hears the handle turn but it doesn't open. "Danny…" Sylar murmurs his name like he's simply saying it, it's not a question. Danny wants to open the door and see what will happen but his mind feels as though its one wrong turn away from shattering into a million pieces so he doesn't. He's not in the right frame of mind to play Sylar's games. Not when he can still feel his mother's cold blood running over his fingers.

He hears Sylar speaking again but only catches the end of it.

"-you're a weakness…" Danny can't hear the rest but he hears Sylar slide to the floor, can hear banging against the door but it doesn't sound like he's trying to get in anymore. It sounds like he's just making the sound to make the sound.

He's not sure… but he thinks Sylar just said 'I love you'. Well, it's probably as close as the man will ever get to saying those words- but it's a decent equivalent.

Danny still doesn't open the door. Not until Sylar explains what the fuck is going on.

~o~S~o~D~o~ 0:38-0:51

Sylar's gone again the next day. Danny can't hear him moving around anymore, plus he heard him leave a few hours ago.

Danny is dressed in his raggedy, bloody clothing that he didn't change out of and gone from the room as soon as he can convince himself standing is a worthwhile endeavour. He doesn't have his stick but he doesn't like it anyway. Its not bravery anymore, Danny feels too cold to feel brave, but he doesn't mind walking without any form of seeing other than as far as his hands can reach.

He ends up just stood in the street not very far from where Sylar had taken him to stay and he eventually discovered the exit from the rooms and stumbled his way down the stairs until he was surrounded by the noise of the cars going past and the people hurrying around him. He wonders aimlessly down the street a ways until he knows he can feel Sylar following him.

Without turning he just glares vaguely in the direction he can smell that cologne.

There's a clink of metal on plastic and then he can hear the spoon sliding into Sylar's mouth. There's a scent of vanilla and he knows the man is eating ice cream. Danny's glare intensifies and Sylar wordlessly lifts Danny's stiff hand to his shoulder. Danny wants to argue but he doesn't want to talk to Sylar. He's not in any position to argue as yet, though, so instead he lets himself be led.

Sylar lifts his other hand while the walk and presses his stick into his hand wordlessly. Danny doesn't say thank you. Sylar doesn't expect him to.

~o~S~o~D~o~ 0:51-1:04

Back in the flat- Danny thinks it's a flat, he's not sure- he sits down and lets Sylar see his hands. The man couldn't really not be aware of the open wounds when removing Danny's hand from the taller's shoulder had left a large red stain in the cloth.

Sylar sighs wearily, clearly annoyed, as he begins pulling the glass out with a pair of tweezers and dabbing at the cuts with alcohol and Danny's pretty certain Sylar's using more than is necessary. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Danny hisses as the alcohol touches him. "Slipped my mind." He says through gritted teeth.

Sylar doesn't say anything in response and finished bandaging Danny's hands without a word. It's only when he returns from putting everything away that he speaks. Danny knows there's most of the room between them and feels slightly less cornered until Sylar starts encroaching on that large distance.

"I get that you're hurt, I do. I understand you don't want to talk about it but, for god's sake, Danny, why are you shutting me out?!" Sylar's angry. He doesn't like being ignored.

"You said it was your fault they were dead. What am I supposed to think?" Danny murmured, not looking in his direction at all. It wouldn't matter that he can't see, he generally tries to keep his head facing the person he's talking to and Sylar knows this. He knows that even though Danny can't see him, the smaller man is pointedly looking away.

"What does that mean?" Sylar's genuinely surprised. Danny thinks he would feel pleased if he wasn't so angry.

"You won't tell me anything. Other than your name I don't know jack-shit about you. All I know is I start seeing you and then my parents wind up dead within two months and you say it's all your fault after you've dragged me to a whole different city-" and it is, the air smells different "- and I'm effectively trapped with you."

It comes out so calmly and without any emotion. Danny hears Sylar turn away then whirl back around- can hear his shoes turning on the floor. "'Trapped'? Dammit, Danny, I saved you!"

Without missing a beat Danny looks up at him sharply. "From what, exactly?" The implication of 'you?' is heavy enough not to be misunderstood.

If Danny could see he would have seen Sylar jerk back in shock.

Danny stumbles his way back to the bedroom, shaking off Sylar when he tries to help him, and firmly locks the door. He's tired of wanting to be understanding when he's lost so much and Sylar's not giving anything.

~o~S~o~D~o~ 1:04-1:15 (warning for non-con and scene obviously not in vid)

The next day Danny is waiting for Sylar to come back, from wherever it is the man goes, with his torn clothes back on despite having been handed some other clothes from Sylar. He's fiddling with his jacket and he can hear Sylar freeze when he sees him.

"Take me home." Sylar's never been good with orders and Danny knows it's not the best way to start but it gets his point across.

"W-what?"

"Take. Me. Home."

"You're not serious. Danny, there isn't a home back there for you to go to!"

"I have a brother- a sister too." One I hope is being looked after, he thinks. "I have friends, people I can stay with."

"You hate it here with me that much?" It's only been a few days but Danny guesses that the answer to that might be yes.

"I don't even know you."

Sylar growls- no, snarls. It's not a word and was probably not intended as one but it makes Danny jump and draw back as Sylar steps into his personal space, crossing the room far too quickly.

Danny cries out in alarm as Sylar seizes him by his collar and drags him into the bedroom, throwing him so hard onto the bed that he actually bounces on it before he's pinned down so firmly he can barely breathe. Sylar is surrounding him, wrists pinned and he tries to kick out but Sylar is unrelenting. Its only when he feels Sylar's hands tearing his shirt open that he realises his hands aren't pinned anymore.

He still can't move them though. Danny cries out again, this time panic, as he struggles like a trapped animal but whatever force is keep Danny down is strong- stronger than him. He stills when Sylar sinks his teeth into his neck. He gasps in pain, arching against the body above him, his head thrashing from side to side as long fingers work his trousers free and off.

"N-no!" There's blind terror in his voice and Danny can't catch his breath long enough to say anything other than two words over and over: "Sylar, no! No!"

But Sylar's not listening and the mouth releases his neck in favour of trailing down his chest. It is hot and wet and Danny finds himself enjoying it and that just makes everything so much worse. He's angry, he's confused, he's hurt and he just wants to push Sylar away and run as fast as he can. He doesn't even really care that he'd probably only get as far as the door before Sylar catches him- even if he could break free! He screams soundlessly as fingers wrap around his length and pull enough to make his legs kick out and his head throw back. No one has ever done this to him before- he doesn't think Sylar knows that but he doubts the knowledge of that would change a damn thing.

There's a thumb pressing roughly into his slit, he can feel the come leaking out already and all it takes is Sylar's mouth on his before Danny's screaming his released, his mind a haze of anger, betrayal and fear before he begins to sob as he calms. Slowly he feels the pressure pinning his wrists ease and he turns on his side, away from Sylar, and curls into a ball naked from the waist down and he cries. He's pretty certain that an orgasm isn't supposed to leave him feeling that hollow and empty and used.

Sylar doesn't say a word and Danny can hear him stagger back into the front room. The door shuts but Danny feels no urge to lock it. He's certain Sylar could break it down anyway- the man pinned him to the fucking bed without touching him- and while the symbol of it would be nice it would imply he trusts Sylar enough not to come in anyway.

Danny's not sure he does anymore.

~o~S~o~D~o~ 1:15-1:25

Danny's face contorted in unwanted pleasure, that look of betrayal and fear, the way he sounds screaming my name in pure terror-

Sylar throws the papers away in disgust. He's angry- at himself, at Danny, at everyone! He doesn't acknowledge the person who asks him if he's alright. All he can hear is Danny crying himself to sleep and knowing he's fucked everything up again.

He just wanted to give Danny enough pleasure to not want to leave. Sylar doesn't quite get why he was met with so much fear and doesn't get further than thinking he's made Danny afraid of him. It doesn't even occur to him that he's the first to ever touch Danny like that.

~o~S~o~D~o~ 1:25-1:36

Danny's watching Casablanca. Well, listening to it.

He's sat cross-legged on the corner of the bed farthest from the door with the telly blaring loudly. He knows every word by heart but he just lets the words envelop him and he doesn't think about anything. He knows Sylar is in the front room working on something. He thinks he's working, he hasn't asked.

He turns the telly up a little louder in hopes it'll shut his brain up a little more effectively.

He flinches when he turns his head and feels the bite on his neck stretch and ache. In a strange way, Danny isn't as shell-shocked anymore. Sylar's attack- that's the only way he can describe it adequately- has put all the anger and grief he feels for his parent's deaths in one direction and he hates that part of him wants to thank the man for giving him a way out from that crushing grief. He knows Sylar didn't do it for Danny's benefit though, so he keeps his mouth shut.

"I said I would never leave you." Danny mimics in time with the TV. It's his favourite line; he had always dreamed a girl would say that to him one day. He wouldn't be like Rick, though. He wouldn't let her go. He'd hang onto her forever. He remembers Leeza and let's go of that thought sharply.

Despite the fact that he's in a different room and Danny can't see him and certainly isn't talking to him, Sylar's head jerks up as he listens to Danny speak.

He gets up from the sofa and moves towards the door, hovering between indecision of possibly pushing something he knows shouldn't be pushed. But when the image of a glass shattering under too much pressure comes to mind he sits back down, his eyes scanning over his newly compiled list of names as he tries to ignore how much he wants to shove Danny back down onto the bed again. It almost outweighs his Hunger to get more power…

He's not sure Danny will survive it another unrelenting advance because Sylar knows he will take everything even if Danny isn't offering it.

~o~S~o~D~o~ 1:36-1:47

Danny hears the bus pull up and hears Sylar's breath catch. Just by the way the fabric rustles at his neck Danny can imagine him looking between the bus and Danny even though he has no idea what Sylar or the bus or he himself looks like.

"Danny…"

Danny climbs on the bus and pointedly looks where he knows Sylar is not.

That morning Danny had escaped Sylar's flat again. Though Sylar had taken to locking him inside Danny didn't lift weights for show. It wasn't a very sturdy lock anyway, it broke after a few shoves.

He'd spent the entire day trying to figure out a way home and it wasn't until Danny was waiting for the bus- a nice old man informed him it would be along in a few moments if the time board was to be believed- that Sylar appeared. He had heard the running steps for a while but when they get close enough for Danny to smell that cologne Danny didn't need to hear Sylar's voice to know who it was at his side.

"I could take you home." Sylar had said. It wasn't an invitation. It was a threat. Danny shuddered and Sylar didn't say anything further. They both knew how easy it would be for Sylar to do whatever it was that he did that made him be able to pin down a fully grown man effortlessly and he'd be fully capable of dragging Danny home whether he liked it or not. But, if Sylar's silence was anything to go by, he wasn't going to do that. No he just watched Danny board the bus in conflicted silence.

Danny closed his eyes on the bus and tried to clear his mind completely. It didn't work.

He was wearing one of Sylar's shirts and all Danny had to do was breathe and that soft scent that was purely Sylar, not his cologne, filled his lungs.

Danny vaguely wondered if this was how Leeza felt: being powerlessly drawn to one man while being forced to push him away out of fear of something so much bigger than either of them. Only she had had another man to go to, a promise to keep and a certain future. Danny was alone now. Sylar's insistence that Danny's parent's deaths have been his fault kept him from running to friends or what was left of his family in case they were killed as well.

Plus he didn't want to answer their questions.

Danny didn't have answers. Sylar still wouldn't tell him anything. Only now Danny thinks it might be for his own protection rather than out of sheer stubbornness.

~o~S~o~D~o~ 1:47-1:52

Sylar's listening to what's being said, he really is, when suddenly all he can hear is Danny's voice. He shakes his head slightly and tries to pretend he's not remembering a man, who may or may not have been important to him, with startling clarity.

He's pretty certain he doesn't have Eidetic Memory among his powers anymore so that crystal clear face shouldn't have been so clear.

~o~S~o~D~o~ 1:52-2:20

Danny answers his phone before he even considers not doing so, gently running his fingers over the buttons until he can feel the right one and picking up. It's not like he can see the screen to know who's calling anyway.

"Hello."

His hearts in his throat before he knows what to do and he just chokes before letting out a strangled, "H-hey…" He doesn't even wonder how Sylar has his number; he thinks it would be strange for the man not to, even with Danny having not given it.

Danny hasn't seen- encountered- anyone he knows since going back home. He's rented out a hotel room where he can order room service for food and there's not much clutter in the room so he can navigate fine without seeing. He just finds himself feeling a bit better being surrounded by familiarity. That vanishes however as he sits up sharply in bed, Sylar's voice bringing back conflicted memories he'd rather not consider and had been firmly forgetting since leaving.

"Let's talk." It's not a question. Danny doesn't want to think why that makes his stomach flutter. "Open your door."

Shakily, Danny stands and moves over to his door. Lowering the phone from his ear he grips the handle tightly, trying to still his shaking as he opens the door. He doesn't see a thing but he can smell Sylar. Not his cologne, he can smell the man beneath that and he can't help it but he relaxes. His shaking stops and he's tempted to smile but he's still a little afraid of the man.

"I… I need to tell you some things. It's quite a lot, actually. Do you mind if I come in?"

"You tracked me all the way here; it'd be rude if I shut the door now."

"Quite…" Sylar doesn't mention that Danny wasn't hiding very well.

They sit down and after what is probably the most awkward silence of Danny's life Sylar tells him everything. Everything. Superpowers, his past, his real name, the people he's killed- and Danny can tell he's glossing over that as quickly as he can- and the problem of his Hunger.

Suddenly that conversation, which seemed years ago but was actually only a few months, makes so much sense. Sylar had been testing him, seeing if he even had the capacity at all to understand why someone might murder. Sure he doesn't understand it like how Sylar explains it but a lot of what Sylar says he doesn't understand.

So he tells him as much. "I don't… really understand most of what you just said but… but I…" If Danny could see he would see Sylar not looking at him, as it is he can feel that intense gaze not on him and knows Sylar's waiting. He can feel the rigid man sat near him as if they were pressed together, the tension pervading the air like syrup. "But I want to… to try to." He doesn't know what he's just done- doesn't know whether he's given redemption to Sylar or fallen himself and signed away his soul but deep down its all he can say. Murder still makes his stomach clench and his morals scream like crazy and there's no way he's approving any of it but he asked Sylar to tell him everything and the man has.

There's a pause so short Danny barely blinks before Sylar replies, eyes still not on him, "I don't think you know what you're saying." Danny jerks back, surprised at what he's hearing. "But you asked so I told." Danny just gapes, truly too shocked for words at this point.

Sylar doesn't leave, however, and Danny doesn't ask him to. He just pulls out some spare blankets for the man so he'll sleep comfortably on the sofa.

They don't discuss Sylar's past again that night.

~o~S~o~D~o~ 2:20-2:26 (there is a scene of Sylar here that is not commented on but it's why Sylar isn't at the restaurant.)

Hiding in the bathroom, of all places, is probably not the best place, Danny thinks in hindsight. But he's been stood up and he has a right to feel more than a little conflicted about that.

He's not entirely sure why Sylar didn't turn up. After their talk yesterday it seemed like it was Danny's turn to extend some sort of offering so he suggested dinner. It's probably not the brightest idea in the world but it usually works with women. It's getting further than that he usually has a problem with but with Sylar it seems to be the other way round. Danny still doesn't know how he feels about Sylar- the terrifying way he'd been pinned down and violated still rather fresh in his memory- and add to that the knew knowledge of just how dangerous the man is… well, at least he can tell Sylar's confused as well.

Not enough for the man to truly show it but there's enough hesitation in his answer to let Danny know he's not the only one terribly unsure of just what the fuck is going on. But standing him up? That's a bit low.

Not even a phone call…

He stands up, gets his coat and leaves. No point hanging around.

He's already waited two hours.

He puts the tears down to his lack of time grieving over the loss of his family and a life he's not sure he'll ever get back- not because he feels very, very alone.

~o~S~o~D~o~ 2:26-2:35 (I read a lot into this)

"You didn't even call." Danny says.

Sylar snorts. Danny's really starting to hate that sound. "I wasn't really in any position to."

"What do you mean by that?!" He slams his hand down on the bench he's sat on; satisfied with the way the pain shoots up his hand. It distracts him, if only for a moment.

There's a huff of breath and he can feel Sylar roll his eyes, the exasperation obvious but Danny's not a mind-reader so Sylar's going to have to tell him the things that he expects Danny to know. They're already backpedalling and they haven't really gone that far forward but Danny's pretty sure Sylar's been killing again. When he says as much he can feel the icy glare on him, the words spat out between gritted teeth telling him all of the expression he can't see.

"Actually, I'm trying pretty hard not to."

That surprises Danny as he hasn't expressly told Sylar he doesn't like the fact he kills people a lot. He hasn't said anything about that yet, he was getting to it but things were much too unstable to try compromising but Sylar was doing it all on his own- assuming that that was what Danny wanted. Blue eyes that can't see light up brightly and Danny reaches blindly for Sylar's hand.

"Let's go get some lunch." He flashes a smile that Sylar hasn't seen a long while. "At least if I hold your hand I know you won't disappear on me."

Sylar says nothing but follows- the blind of sight leading the blind of mind- and they end up, after buying some food, sat cross-legged on the grass of the park. The park where the first met. Danny smiles as he remembers, chewing quietly as he grins and he knows Sylar is remembering as well because he can hear the man's soft smile slowly curling one lip. It's a smile that means Sylar won't admit he's amused but he really is.

~o~S~o~D~o~ 2:35-2:50

Sylar's standing on top of the roof of the hotel. He's not gone far from Danny but far enough to breathe different air for a while. It's pouring rain and if he knows Danny, and he thinks he does, then the younger man will be curled up by the window listening to the rain with his ear pressed against the cool glass.

"I don't even know you!" Danny didn't- doesn't really- know Sylar. But he's staying with him regardless. Sylar wants to think that's a good sign. A sign he's not going to have to silence the kid from ever revealing all he knows anyway. He doesn't like killing innocents, he hates it but-

"You're a weakness."

… Sylar can't have a weakness.

Danny smiles as he munched on his sandwich, shy and endearing and all those stupid things Sylar's not sure he wants to ever feel again but he can't dispute the fact that the smile made his hunger abate… just a little. It didn't feel as necessary to know everything and own every power and be the best… not when… not when that smile was on him.

He rotated his neck slowly, feeling the cold water running down his back and soaking all of his clothes. His hair was stuck tightly to his face and he's pretty certain his clothes are going to take hours to dry.

~o~S~o~D~o~ 2:50-3:01

Danny opens his eyes when he hears the door to the bedroom open. He stiffens involuntarily when he smells Sylar's scent approach the bed.

"Its okay, I'm not… I mean, I won't-" Sylar stops, swallows audibly and moves over to the window. It's no longer raining. Danny can't hear the pattering on the window so he's pretty sure it's stopped. "Don't worry about that anymore." The man by the window says after a while.

But Danny has been worrying about it, for a long time. Every day since it happened. What worries him the most is that he's sort of… not against it happening again. When he voices this tentative thought he can hear Sylar spinning on his heel and that intense gaze on him, he blushes under it, his fists clenching in the covers.

"Are you…" Sylar doesn't finish. He doesn't need to.

Danny flashes him a nervous smile. "Well, I'm pretty sure it'd be nice to have a say in the matter this time but yeah… I'm sure. I think."

"You think?"

He blushes more. "I've er… never really… done anything like this before." He can feel, just feel Sylar's eyes widen. Oh. So he didn't know? Hm, ah well. Can't be helped now.

He jumps when he hears Sylar rush across the room. He ends up just kneeling at the side of the bed, and asks, "Are you serious?"

Danny laughs. "Yeah… it'd be kind of a crap joke, don't you think? 'I'm a grown man who's never had sex before' yeah, real funny." Humour leaving for the moment he aligns his face to look down himself and not at Sylar, seeing or not, the weight of the man's gaze is enough and he isn't sure he can say the next bit with that weight on him. "Being blind… isn't really a great helper when it comes to attracting people. Anyone really."

Sylar doesn't say anything. Danny feels his hands press gently on his shoulders and suddenly he's lying back on the bed with Sylar's lips against his. It's the first time they've kissed since that night and it's a knee-jerk reaction that has Danny stiffening like marble before closing his eyes and letting Sylar kiss him, opening his lips and letting that hot probing tongue into his mouth, slipping his tongue up to caress against Sylar's slowly. It's much slower than before and, though the intensity that Sylar is never without doesn't seem gone, there's less of an uncontrollable fury behind it.

When he slips his hands around the back of Sylar's head, twining them in soft hair, Danny can feel Sylar stiffen but when all Danny does is caress the back of his neck and doesn't pull or push or try to control anything Sylar lets them remain there. It feels like as big of a step for Sylar to relinquish control as it was for Danny to even consider letting Sylar on the bed with him again. Sure Danny couldn't stop him but he actually invited him this time. That had to be a significant step.

Sylar moves to lie over him Danny parts his legs slightly, allowing Sylar to settle with their chests pressed together and their groins to contact. Sylar swallows the moan Danny can't keep hold of, pressing down firmly and making Danny clutch at Sylar's back as tightly as he can, rocking back desperately.

He's never done this before but as long as Sylar isn't laughing at him or leaving him then Danny's going to pray he's doing the right thing.

When it looks as though Sylar's still not sure this is what Danny wants, Danny pulls Sylar's shirt up and runs his fingers down that lightly furred chest, shivering as the warm hairs rub against his fingertips. It's all the urging Sylar needs as his shirt is thrown off and Danny's soon follows it. Chest to chest Danny gasps into the light kisses Sylar is pressing over his mouth, parting his lips enough to make Danny arch upwards and try to deepen them but not staying close enough for it to be achieved. When Danny whines Sylar laughs lowly, a rumble in his chest that Danny feels more than hears, and kisses Danny properly.

It's enough that Sylar's not turning away in disgust, Danny thinks. He could die a happy man, that part of him that could never quite get over the rejection of all those women or let go of the probability it all revolved around him being blind was on fire beneath Sylar's hands and it felt wrong that he knew all the wrong this man had done and yet he was making Danny arch into his touch.

He should be staying away from this dangerous man who can do such unnatural things with a thought but he is pulling Sylar closer, crushing them together until he's partly assured Sylar won't disappear if he lets go. Which he doesn't. But Sylar doesn't seem to mind.

However, there's only so much controlling Sylar can take and when he breaks free he instinctively pins Danny down by his wrists.

There's a sharp shudder and Danny's eyes blow wide- terror making his jaw slack- and he stiffens instantly. Sylar froze, remaining perfectly still even though he thinks that maybe he should move or let go or something! But when Danny gasps a breath and jerkily thrusts against him he knows Danny's trying. He really is trying to forgive Sylar- for everything. For all the lives he's ended and all the mistakes he's made and even though Sylar doesn't really see them as mistakes- he knows they are, just can't see them that way- it makes him that much more determined to keep Danny.

Sylar offers no excuse for why their trousers and underwear dissolve into nothing the next second, disintegrating and leaving them with nothing between them. It's worth it if only for the shocked cry that has Danny throwing his head back when their erections are suddenly sliding together without restriction. Still… he'll have to slow down next time; he had wanted Danny to feel as he slowly pulled down his pants.

Danny's brain is melting- he's sure of it! There has to be some superpower Sylar hasn't told him about that is making him this unhindered and primal. He wants so much and while he's not quite sure what the want is for he knows it won't end with anything he can tell his little sister about. Ever.

One thrust against him is all it takes for Danny to cry out in such a wanton way it has Sylar's eyes widening with desire. He can't recall a time anyone was so easy and unafraid around him. Just watching Danny's boyish face overcome with ecstasy and his lips frame his name over and over again is enough to let Sylar know that this isn't going to be one of his major fuck-ups. He won't let it.

"Danny…" A keening cry is all he gets in reply as his fingers ghost over Danny's stomach, feeling the tense muscles quiver at his touch. "I need you to trust me…" He can feel Danny tense and sees Danny falter. He can feel the uncertainty from where his hands rest on the body beneath him but he just waits.

"O-okay…" Sylar grins, entirely too smug. Danny doesn't see but he can feel it and he shudders.

Leaning over until his breath is against Danny's ear, feeling the younger's own breath hitch at the sensation, Sylar whispers softly, "Turn over." And he can feel Danny jolt. There's shock, fear, anticipation and a lot of lust that shoots through Danny then and Sylar just lets it all register before watching with mild satisfaction as Danny shakily obeys.

Lying face down on the bed with his head turned to the side he concentrates on breathing when he hears a cap pop behind him. He jumps when he hears something slick rubbing against another slick surface and then all he knows is there is something fucking cold up his ass and he cries out in alarm, tensing and then all he knows is the pain. He's scrabbling for a hold on the covers so he can pull himself free and away but Sylar's pinning him again and he's not nearly calm enough to deal with that as he panics further.

A hand clamps over his mouth and Danny's pretty certain that's Sylar's favourite way of silencing him. "Danny, Danny, ssh. It's okay. Just relax. Everything will be fine." He wants to shout and be angry and demand to be let go but Sylar's hand wont let go of his mouth so all he can do is whimper and squeeze his eyes tight against the burning in his rear. "I told you to trust me, Danny." Sylar reminds him in a low voice.

He's trembling, he knows he is. But he's new to this and he deserves a little patience but all the warning Danny gets before another finger is shoved along side the first is a tightened grip around his mouth to silence the scream Sylar knew was coming.

As it is, it's not silenced enough to not know what it is. It's muffled but it's a shriek and Danny's not struggling, he's pressing his face into the covers and shaking with pain and the uncomfortable feeling. The hand is gone from his face and he can scream if he wants but the hand is now carding through his hair and Sylar is 'shushing' him gently, a soft voice in his ear as he remains perfectly still and the fingers don't so much as twitch until Danny catches his breath and he's no longer fighting down tears.

"You have to relax." On order. "It's just me." A plea. "I won't hurt you." A lie or a promise, Danny can't decide. Either way Danny can feel himself relaxing. The burning subsides to a strange uncomfortable ache and he flexes around the fingers, hearing Sylar hiss in pleasure at the feeling so he does it again. "Don't test me." Sylar hisses into his ear and Danny stills instantly. He's not sure if he's more afraid or aroused, it's a balance between them until his legs are pushed apart and his spread so wide and so vulnerable and he buries his face into the covers to avoid letting Sylar see his face. He doesn't know what he looks like but he's pretty certain it'll be uncontrolled and whore-like, god… the sounds he is making- Danny is pretty sure he's heard these noises coming from those hookers Larry hangs around with.

The fingers shift just a little and Danny trembles as they scissor. The cold feeling of the lube- because he isn't so naïve not to know what that is- is gone and Sylar's fingers are wet and warm and are stretching him so fully. One crook of his fingers has Danny arching up, bucking back and moaning out Sylar's name into the sheets.

He's relaxed now so the third finger slips in much slower and much easier. It still aches a bit but Sylar's being a lot gentler now. Danny doesn't want to hear himself, he knows he's making obscene sounds but he can't stop them from tumbling out any less than he can stop from thrusting back. He can hear himself asking- begging- for something more but Sylar's not moving to any other pace than his own. It doesn't even occur to him to remember to use a condom- not like he has one on him anyway- but when Sylar slips his fingers free he doesn't want anything between them. There's already enough barriers he's sure will never come down, adding to them would be senseless.

He can feel the head of Sylar's cock just resting against his stretched entrance and he whines deep in his throat- he's so close and Sylar hasn't even touched him!- but the taller man isn't moving though Danny can feel his trembling hands on his hips. Words are beyond Danny at this point but he moans again and he can feel Sylar smirk against his neck. It's definitely a smirk, just one corner of his mouth is curled up in smug amusement and Danny can't really bring himself to care he's being teased; all he knows is Sylar's not giving him what he wants. It doesn't escape his attention that a few hours ago this scenario would have just been a filthy, horny dream in the back of his mind. He's too aroused to question anything- hell, if he won't press Sylar for answers to things he knows the man won't tell he's not going to analyse this too much. That would be looking a gift horse in the mouth.

"Push back." An order again but Danny's painfully aware of how strong Sylar is- powers or not- and how he could force Danny back or push forwards. Sylar wants Danny to do it and somehow that's more erotic than anything Danny's ever felt in his whole life.

Shakily swallowing, Danny manoeuvres his legs enough to give him lever to push his hips up. One hand is holding Sylar's length steady while the other is gripping the man's angular hip. He's got his legs spread as wide as he can but he's not kneeling on the bed so the angle isn't good enough to push back with. But it's okay because Sylar's had enough teasing and with one sharp thrust he's fully inside Danny.

The blue eyed man doesn't even have time to process the odd sensation of just the tip of Sylar pushing into him before he's filled to an impossible degree and it hurts so damn much and he can't help but scream and those tears are totally acceptable because it fucking hurts!

"Danny, relax!" Sylar's voice is hot and strained and Danny's glad he's not the only one struggling here.

"I-I c-can't!" He's embarrassed that even though Sylar can't see his face his voice betrays the fact that he's crying and he's in a lot of pain. He can feel Sylar's hand snake underneath his raised hips and slowly stroke his erection, bringing it back to full hardness and making him pant heavily. "Sylar…" It's comes out like a hiss but they can both feel Danny relaxing slowly, just enough for Sylar to rotate his hips and move a little in Danny.

He presses, just slightly, against Danny's prostate and catches him around his torso as the younger jolts up. Pushing Danny forwards so his hands were supporting him on the headboard of the hotel bed Sylar uses the new angle to thrust in earnest. Danny groans and murmurs words that he can't remember with each thrust, arching his back and meeting each movement halfway until he feels Sylar's hand close around his cock and he just screams his release. He thinks he should be embarrassed it took so little contact before he came but when he clenches around Sylar he can feel the man's length pulse inside of him before he gasps harshly as Sylar's filling him with his own release and Danny's pretty sure that's he's being burnt by the heat he can feel pooling in his ass.

They collapse boneless to the bed and Danny can feel Sylar breathing in his ear, his cock still in Danny's ass even though it's soft now. It's a little uncomfortable and one shift would pull them apart but Danny doesn't move.

Eventually it's Sylar who pulls them apart, gathering the covers and pulling them under them.

Danny tries not to let it bother him when he hears Sylar leave not long after.

~o~S~o~D~o~ 3:01-3:25

Danny doesn't say a word but he can feel Sylar stood at the end of the bed, the man's scent is surrounding him again and he can feel the heavy gaze on him. He just breathes and tries to turn his head to where he thinks he can hear Sylar is stood. It's probably off by at least a little but the feeling that they are looking at each other is enough to make Danny's toes curl.

He's no longer afraid. Not really. Against all logic and sense he's happier than he has been for a long while.

He hears Sylar shift his stance and move slowly over to the bed. Danny smirks and shakes his head a little before beckoning the man down for a kiss. Sylar falters for a moment and Danny's smirk becomes a gentle smile. He doesn't realise Sylar's jerked back because he can see something in Danny's face he's not really sure he can handle. Danny isn't Sylar's weakness because Sylar loves him- Sylar doesn't really like to think he knows what the word means and he certainly tries not to use it- he's a weakness because he's fascinating. But Danny's not got a look of fascination on his face and it's making Sylar freeze.

"You didn't have to leave, you know." Danny says after a moment. He sighed contently. "I would have preferred you stayed."

Sylar just stares in a mixture of surprise and trepidation. He shrugs slightly, knowing full well Danny can't see the action, but leans down and gives Danny the kiss he had gestured for. He won't tell him Danny's got to go home, not yet. Sylar's spent the past few weeks making sure no one from the Company is going to come after Danny anymore- his family and he will be safe- but Sylar knows the hardest part will be letting go. Sylar sort of likes this new fascination and its intriguing even more that his hunger is fed just by seeing what reactions he can garner from him.

But he wants the familiarity of doing what he's always done- making himself the best. And Danny's a weakness he won't allow anymore. Feeling Danny's hands curl around his shoulders he comes to a decicsion.

He'll send Danny home tomorrow.

He's not quite ready to let go today.

~o~S~o~D~o~ END

List of Sylar's power used in order of use:

- Clairsentience (It's not explained but that's why he picks up Danny's stick, sensing if he's a threat or not)

- Alchemic Transmutation (He turned Danny's coffee into a cold, weightless gas and then back again)

- Telekinesis (He does use his telekinesis to catch Danny's stick before it hits the floor)

- Electric Manipulation (He's attacking another person with a power on the court- a woman but I couldn't decide who)

- Rapid Cellular Regeneration (Obviously where he's hurt and has healed within seconds)

- The pointed finger extended to him? Yeah, Sylar was seriously about to kill him before Danny touched him and he felt Danny's total innocence and couldn't kill an innocent.

- Lie Detection (When Danny and he are discussing why someone might murder he sense that Danny is being honest about his answer)

- Disintegration (Of clothes…)

Apologies if some of these are incorrect but I only had Wikipedia to go by. Do not ask why but while writing that looooong sexing scene I was listening to MetroStation- Shake it. XD

Hope you enjoyed this craaazy begining of a looooong story.