Okay, so this is another story. Kind of rushed and not quite up to my standards, but here nonetheless. Also, I used a play on Sylar's words when he was Zane about destiny.
Originally from my LJ. You can find me there under candycanearms.
Title: Red
'Verse: Heroes
Claim/Character/Pairing: Peter/Sylar (Gabriel)
Rating: PG (?)
Warnings (inc. Spoilers):Not sure there are any, unless you count Peter's attained power during Homecoming.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even this laptop. Not yet anyway.
Summary:Sylar has an affinity for red.
Red is the color of passion, of love, of heart, and of roses. It is also the color of blood – the greatest love and passion of all. There was a strange attraction to blood, Sylar thought, something that drew attention, craved for it.
It looked best when smeared across lips, fingers dancing across a cheek to paint a picture without meaning, glazed eyes returning to life. There was something amazing, beautiful, about blood being brought to the surface, swelling, and then receding and leaving no scar behind. Sometimes, he wished there would be scars, to tell of the journey his fingers had made, the miles of skin he had wandered.
Lips and teeth flashing in and out of consciousness, small noises ripped from a raw throat, unfiltered emotions tearing through an unaware mind.
Sylar watched as broken skin sewed itself back together, sinews twining and flesh meshing and bones unbreaking until nothing seemed to be wrong.
Red was always beautiful when it was Peter's – broken and bleeding and weak, that's when Sylar liked it most – dead, but still living, breath barely there.
Peter had an unlimited supply of blood. Sylar had an unlimited interest in red. It was destiny.