A world torn apart: Part 1 of 2

Warnings: non-con, mentions of prostitution, adultery, slash in this part, if it makes you uncomfortable don't proceed.

Sylar kissed Peter's neck as Peter put his arms around Sylar's shoulder and arched into his touch.

That's when Sylar had a sudden flash of memory; blood, dirt and a kid. He let go of Peter and turned on his back, staring at the ceiling.

"What is it?" Peter asked, concerned.

"Nothing, I just don't feel like doing it. I am sorry" he said in a weary voice.

Peter turned on his side to look at his lover "but what about me?" he ran his hands through the fine hair on Sylar's chest, but Sylar was not pleased.

"Take care of it yourself, Peter" he snapped.

Peter looked up at him, face blank; he rolled over, out of the bed and headed for the bathroom.

It was the second time Sylar had refused. Maybe he was getting bored of Peter, but no, he had said he loved him right? Peter ran through the memories to pick out one when Sylar had confessed. He couldn't find it. Peter refused to think he couldn't turn on his lover anymore. Sylar had to be tired, after all he had just returned from Pennsylvania with a sidekick in tow. Yes, that was it.

Sylar feigned sleep when Peter returned, not wanting to confront him about the sudden change in behavior. Something in Peter's eyes always made him spill.

He thought about the past week and his adventure. Things with peter were deteriorating and he wasn't sure what he wanted, he didn't want to hurt him.

As Peter's breathing evened out, he decided there was something he definitely wanted; someone to take care of his hard on, and he knew exactly who.

Checking on Peter one more time, he slipped out of bed and went to Luke's room.

Over the week, Peter noticed how Sylar's sullen look had changed. He was happier and full of life, more like he used to be before.

Peter was happy for him, though a nagging feeling always made way in to his heart whenever he saw Luke and Sylar looking at each other, like they were sharing a secret. But he trusted Sylar wouldn't cheat on him, besides, Luke was too young.

Even all his convictions couldn't suppress the fleeting insecurity he felt when Luke and Sylar were alone together and he was away at work.

Sure they hadn't had sex in a while but…so what?

One evening that small voice that always told him that he was Sylar everyday was obnoxiously loud and he found himself fumbling with the key to the front door of Sylar's, no their, house hours earlier.

Wanting to surprise Sylar, he toed off his shoes and quietly put his bag down. Tiptoeing into the hallway Peter heard a moan,

'What the-'

He curiously went towards the bedroom. Opening the door Peter stilled as he saw Luke, naked, straddling an equally naked Sylar lying on his back looking at the kid with a wide grin.

Neither of them noticed Peter standing in the doorway with the door a quarter ajar.

Peter quietly closed the door, making no noise he reached the front room, grabbed his shoes, wallet and bag and went out.

He didn't know what t feel. He knew this would happen but he couldn't accept is. Now the truth was staring at him in the face and he still couldn't accept it. He wanted to shout and scream. He wanted to beat the crap out of Sylar and kill that stupid kid.

But it felt like it wasn't their fault, but his.

No. it wasn't Sylar who was responsible. It was him, it was always him.

He was never good enough. None of his relationships had ever lasted more than few a months; he was foolish to have hoped this one would. Sylar was better off without him interfering. He didn't need to be secretive about a relation ship and Luke made him happy.

He had to let him go.

Peter was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the other guy sitting on the stool next to him at the bar until a hand landed on his shoulder.

He jumped, accidentally spilling some of his bear on his shirt

"Oh! I am sorry dude. I didn't mean to scare you" the guy apologized.

"Its alright. I shouldn't have jumped like that" Peter said, brushing a hand over his shirt front. Damn! It was soaked.

"Yeah, you looked kind of demented, I was just asking if you were OK."

"I am. Thanks"

The guy turned on his seat "So What's your name?"

"Peter"

"Alright Peter, if you are OK then maybe you wouldn't mind me buying you a drink"

Peter smiled at him, "I already have one. Thanks"

"Just one drink wouldn't hurt now would it?"

The guy pressed, Peter turned him down again.

"Listen-"

"Derek"

"OK, Derek, I don't drink much at work"

"So, you are working?"

Derek's eyes got that dark look that made Peter uncomfortable, so he decided to just escape.

Downing the rest of his bear in one swig he stood up. "Yes, so I should get going. Good bye."

He had just taken a few steps out of the bar, when something hit him in the back, hard. He stumbled and fell catching himself on his hands. Rough hands grabbed the collar of his shirt, his bag and coat discarded on the ground; he was pulled up and pushed into the side wall of a building.

The back of his head hit the bricks and his vision swam. When it cleared, he saw his attacker for the first time. It was Derek.

Before he knew what was happening, he was on the floor, head striking the hard concrete making him disoriented, his pants were thrown to the side and Derek was pulling his own zipper down.

Panicked, Peter scrambled back but strong hands caught his legs and pulled him in.

Derek forced his legs apart as someone else took his wrists and pinned his hands above his head.

Peter looked up to see the other man. He didn't recognize him.

His attention was brought back to Derek when he felt a hard flesh press against his entrance.

"No, no please no. what are you doing? Let me go" he pleaded.

His pleas turned into a scream which was muffled by the other man's hand as Derek forced his way in.

Derek grunted as he set into a rhythm. He couldn't stop talking-

'Knew you were a whore, first time I saw you'; ' feel so good', ' so pretty want to take you home, fuck you over and over'.

Tears rolled down the sides of his face as the man pulled out and his companion took his place.

Peter was too drained to do anything but take it.

When they were done, Derek petted Peter's hair even as he curled into a ball shaking, tears and come drying on his body. Peter flinched at the touch, but his tormentors just laughed and turned to go.

They stopped a few feet away and one of them came back to him. He threw a few bills at Peter "Don't cry rape, now that I've paid you" he said in a smug voice.

Peter felt disgusted and filthy. He wanted to curl up and die.

Thoughts of Sylar returned to him. The comfort and protection he provided just by being there. Peter pulled himself up. He stared at the bills by his feet, his eyes welled up again. His body hurt and he could feel come and blood trickling down his legs. Gathering enough courage and ignoring the pain he cleaned himself best he could, standing in an alley. Not glancing at the bills, he moved towards the safety of Sylar's arms.

"Peter, you are late we are already eating" Sylar called as soon as Peter stepped through the front door.

He carefully walked into the room. Sylar looked at him up and down; his brow furrowed "where were you?"

"Work" Peter didn't know why he lied; maybe he didn't really wanted Sylar to know.

"You are lying" Sylar stood up, walking towards him.

Luke stood from his place too, watching anxiously.

Sylar came to stand in front of him and took his face in his hands. He let go immediately as realization dawned in his eyes. Peter lowered his eyes.

"You fucked someone else" Sylar noted disbelievingly.

Peter's head shot up 'what?'

"Because I wouldn't, you found someone else?" Sylar was getting furious. Peter felt his own anger flare up.

"Don't you dare Sylar"

"Dare what? God I can't believe you are such a whore" Sylar practically spat.

Peter felt his heart breaking into a million more pieces "I didn't fuck anyone" he said in a trembling voice.

Sylar sneered "that was a lie too. Get out of my sight."

Peter stared at him; this was not what he had expected.

"You really think I would do something like that?" Peter whispered.

"You already have, I don't need to think I can smell it on you. Thank god I didn't touch you."

Peter stepped back, unable to form words, think or react. He went to the bedroom not feeling anything, not even feeling the pain from his multiple injuries. He packed his belongings and left the room.

In the front room, Sylar stood with Luke at his side, the boy's hand on the older man's arm. The sight snapped something inside him. He dropped the bag on the floor, walking up to Sylar, he glared at him, "I know you are fucking Luke, you son of a bitch. So don't you dare call me a slut. And just so you know, yes someone fucked me tonight. Two people in fact" Peter stopped to control his shaky voice and blinked back the tears brought on by the memory, "I didn't want it. They raped me." He simply stated.

Peter turned his back to the absolutely horrified expression on the other man's face.

"Peter-"

Peter stopped, turned back and punched Sylar in the face. "Thanks for keeping your hands off me" he snarled and walked out the door without a backward glance.

Sylar just stood there watching Peter go, the cut on his lip healing itself, like it was never even there.

He felt robbed. He didn't know why. He still had Luke and wasn't Peter-?

Then why were his eyes stinging, a lump in his throat and heaviness in his heart?

With shaking hands he pushed a few fallen hairs from his forehead, angry but didn't know at whom.

"Someone raped Peter?" Luke's stunned voice sounded distant.

"He wasn't lying".

The realization was sudden, intense. His heart constricted. Inhaling a sharp breath he rushed towards the door, to go after Peter.

After a whole night of searching the streets he found Peter at his brother's place. But beg as he might, Sylar wasn't allowed to talk to him.

Accepting defeat he slumped down on his and Peter's bed.

A figure appeared at the door. In just his boxers Luke looked at him hopefully.

Sylar stared at the lean figure before beckoning him, "come here".

Luke smiled and went in closing the door behind him.

Peter sat on the bed as his brother paced in front of him, fidgeting.

"This shouldn't come out Peter, not at all. Its negative publicity, it could ruin your career and my chances of-"

"Nathan, please go away, I am not going to file a complaint all right? Just leave me alone"

Peter was sick, of everyone, stupid selfish people, he had loved unconditionally. The problem was that he still did.

He didn't want to listen to the proof of their betrayal. One blow was more than enough.

Nathan stopped pacing in favor of coming to sit beside Peter. He pulled the younger Petrelli into a hug and held him for a long time before letting go and standing up.

"Try to sleep OK? Call me if you need anything, I am right here". He kissed Peter's forehead and went away.

Peter brought his knees to his chest as he sat back on the bed. He felt the shaking return, but he didn't stop it this time. He let go and cried freely for the first time that wretched night.

He cried for the loss of his innocence, his love, his friend and family.

Peter fell asleep after some time, the hurtful words, the disgust on Sylar's face, the pain reminding him of what had happened to him, the faces of the strangers throwing bills at him, every horror that night had showed, filled his thoughts and dreams, his world torn apart.

A/N: the next part contains graphic sex, prostitution etc. it will be up in a few days.