Alright so I've never took characters so out of their element before. It's kind of strange and a completely new thing, but it felt like something I had to do. In this AU I have a hint of the first season's storyline. I mean a small small hint. I think the only thing that they have in common is the New York thing. Which in my version Peter did not save. Anyway I really have no idea what I'm going to do with this but keep reading, offer suggestions, help me out a little. I seriously think this story has some potential to it, and I want to see it through. The song is New Poetry by Innerpartysystem and I hope that you like it. And I do not wn any of the Heroes characters they belong to Tim Kring.
He inhaled deeply, that initial burn, his eyelashes fluttering furiously. He tilts his head back his long bangs hanging over his face like a curtain.
Oh, it's the dust, white smoke, magic, roiling through his brain and making things haze so beautifully. He cuts, his shaking hands cutting the white, smoothing it back, cutting again.
Blow, it's so good.
He can forget his blonde haired angel. He can forget that broken look as he failed, as he crushed her dreams.
~I used to think that you were pure
But now I see that you're just empty~
He could forget the stern eyes of his brother, could almost forget the older man's betrayal. His hands stopped cutting he leaned over and his upper body rolled back as the white powder rode over his senses and shattered his aching thoughts.
~Oh, lie to me, it's the new poetry
It's the language that we speak~
He wanted to hate, to be angry, but he was afraid he didn't deserve the right. He lay back against the pillows of the couch, his hands spread out uselessly. He looked at the ceiling. Did Christ lie this way, doomed, waiting for it to end? Did every color look brighter? Peter wondered.
~I've become numb
I've become numb~
He tried to move his thoughts away from the martyr and focus on the room. It was a small apartment he had managed to rent with his earnings. The ceiling was an off white, dusty and forlorn. He tried to take himself back to a time when it was new, but he couldn't. He didn't want to think back to any other time he only wanted to be in the moment.
"Peter."
He turned his head weakly.
~You know I love you, but you might be the death of me
Hold me down, suffocating, please let me breathe~
It was his devil and destroyer, his lover and friend. He smiled crookedly and crooked a finger at his possessor.
"Peter, this has to stop."
Was it care that resided in those usually hard brown eyes? Maybe the blow had done more damage than he thought. He chuckled and waved his hand as if to chase those pitying brown eyes away.
"Peter..."
"I like it this way, Gabriel. Besides you know...I'll only heal afterwards."
"They took that away don't you remember Peter? Peter!"
~Kiss kiss, lights out, I've got to, we've got to,
You know I loved you but you're gonna be the death of me~
"You don't fuck me anymore," Peter muttered plainly.
Diamond hard those eyes became as the taller man yanked him standing by his collar. Peter grinned and blew a strand of hair from his face.
"I'm numb. It doesn't hurt when you do that, not like it used to. Remember when you cut me open? Heh, you tried to kill me 'n Mohinder, but you were only upset because he wouldn't bang you."
"Shut the fuck up Peter!"
~I've got to tear away from you
I left you bruised, you left me broken~
"Why are you really mad...Sylar?"
Peter hardly noticed the unforgiving plaster of the wall as he was forced against it. He saw tears sparking in his lover's eyes.
He wasn't sorry.
"I shouldn't have bought you any of that shit."
~Oh, don't try to speak, if you do one thing for me
Make yourself numb
Just make yourself numb~
"You shouldn't have bought me any. You hear yourself? Who died and made you Peter Petrelli? Are you gonna save me Gabriel? Save me the way I saved New York?"
"Fuck you!"
His head felt even more hazed as it banged against the wall. He sighed as lips pressed firmly against his mouth. A forceful tongue pushed into his mouth, drinking him, sucking out his soul. He responded weakly, his breath coming in short gasps.
~You know I love you, but you might be the death of me
Hold me down, suffocating, please let me breathe
Kiss kiss, lights out, I've got to, we've got to~
The mouth pulled away, a rope of saliva still connecting them. He glanced up at the eyes that had now turned black. They were like shark's eyes inky and depthless. He wanted those unforgiving eyes, he wanted Sylar, not Gabriel.
~You know I loved you but you're gonna, you gonna
You know I love you, you might be me the death of me
Might be the death of me~
He deserved to be damned. And he wanted to be. As his angry angel pulled down his pants he did nothing but wriggle his hips to help. They were both naked from the waist down, both hard, aching, hungry. The pain that came with his lover entering him unprepared made his head ache and haze. He didn't feel so numb and he screamed that fact loudly in his lover's ears.
~Oh you know might be the death of me~
He felt a hand hoist his leg higher until it was against sturdy hips. He groaned as he felt Sylar hit his prostate. He felt high again, higher because the pain made everything sweeter. He tried to move his own hips to get the impaling organ deeper. He tried to let his hands press into Sylar's back so that the man would thrust harder and break him completely, because he didn't want to be fixed.
~Oh you might be the death of me~
His other leg found its way around Sylar's hips. His arms were being held firmly in Sylar's large hand. He was being fucked within an inch of his life and he was so close...
~You might be death~
"This-FUCK-this what you-ugggghh-wanted Peter," Sylar growled in his ear. The question was punctuated with a harsh thrust that made him scream until he was hoarse.
"Fuck, yesss," he sobbed as he reached his climax. He felt Sylar still moving and then a pulse and a steady stream of liquid shoot through him. He groaned, he cried.
They both sank down after a few more minutes. And Peter found himself even more shattered than before. Gabriel held him as he cried even though he tried to shake him away.
He deserved to be damned. He deserved to be in hell.
~Says you might be the death of me~
But Gabriel, his merciful angel, refused to let him fall.
