Title: Too close for comfort
Author: Togsos
Fandom: Heroes
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it but if I did......!
Spoilers: None. This is in response to a challenge on Syloah. Noah and Sylar are caught in a tight spot. A little cracky.....
Chapter 1:
It was dark, probably for the best given the circumstance, and hot, that most definitely was not helping the situation. He tried to control his breathing. So close. Sylar listened and tried to control a low groan.
Tick, tick, tick.
Noah sighed quietly and wondered for the fourth time in as many minutes why God hated him. It had been a simple op, go in, subdue target, deposit with the company, be home in time for a touch of ClaireBear angst, go to bed. It should have been that simple. But no, nothing was ever that simple with Sylar. Well truth be told, Noah had to admit to himself, it wasn't entirely Sylar's fault. What sort of sad excuse for a sociopath was freaked out by squirrels. Noah would never forget the gut wrenching high pitched girly scream that had emanated from his companion when out of nowhere, and entirely against all laws of nature, the squirrel had launched itself kamikaze style at his partners head. An unfortunate side effect of what should have been a highly entertaining moment was that the target had been alerted to their presence. Noah had done what any self respecting highly skilled agent with a keen sense of survival should do, he had run like hell away from the searing blasts that the subject was hurling with great enthusiasm at them. Sylar working on pure instinct, with squirrel still firmly attached to head, had followed blindly. So now here they were wedged, for want of a better word, in a tiny space, stuck fast, as first Noah and then Sylar's momentum had propelled them into a space much to small for the pair of them. That was an hour ago.
"Maybe he's gone" Sylar whispered quietly.
"Shut up" Noah snapped back in a bitten whisper, unsure whether his partner meant the crazy pyro or the squirrel, at this point he just didn't care anymore. He was hot, cramped and hungry, "Just shut up" he paused, "Six weeks work destroyed by a fucking squirrel".
Tick, tick, tick.
Silence descended again. A silence broken only by the muted tick of Noah's watch. Although he couldn't see he could feel Sylar's head cock to oneside as he listened. He knew his partners hearing was enhanced, so he bit his lip, waiting. The silence dragged on for several seconds. He was all too aware of Sylar shifting against him slightly.
Tick, tick, tick.
Silence.. Then a low groan. He wasn't entirely sure he had heard it at first. Again a muted groan with a sharp intake of breath.
Suddenly, a disturbing epiphany , what the fuck. Sylar was getting off on this, what sort of freak was he.
Tick, tick, tick.
Noah's eyes blazed. He could hear it now, not just a groan, Sylar was muttering under his breath. If they hadn't been wedged tighter than all hell he would have missed it.
"Oh God, Patek Philippe 130R production date 1946, purrfection" then a longer strangled groan, tainted with both lust and appreciation. Noah blinked, the other man had actually purred, purred like a fucking psychotic cat.
"What the fuck is your problem?" he snapped, louder than he intended. He felt Sylar start. Then slowly melt against him. He could feel the other mans breath against his neck.
Tick, tick, tick.
"hmmm, perfect, 18k rose gold, classic two register chronograph, movement is the Patek Philippe manual winding Caliber 13''' with 23 jewels", Sylar whispered, his breath heavy, his words syllabant, his groan utterly debauched. Noah could feel himself getting hard at the sound. He shut his eyes and swallowed convulsively. Sylar moaned again, and began rubbing against him, his commentary never faltering "Blued steel Breguet balance spring, swan-neck regulator adjusting to eight positions. Winds smoothly and…" he paused, listening for the languid tick, tick, tick of Noah's watch "operating perfectly". Noah could feel Sylar arousal, hardening against his own. He tried to control himself, but it was proving impossible as Sylar buried his head against his neck, tentatively licking him, purring all the while. He could feel his partners fingers timidly touching the wrist watch, circling its face, tracing the line of the strap.
Tick tick tick.
TBC…..