Title: Blind Kisses
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)
Summary: AU (obviously) Danny doesn't take to well to being abandoned and Sylar is rethinking whether its Danny who needs him or he who needs Danny.
It is advised, however, that you read this fic in tandem with Lorlo7's vid (MINUS THE SPACES) http:// www . youtube . com / watch?v=JAVGgtqxnQw
~o~S~o~D~o~ 0:00-0:11
If there's one thing Sylar is proud he can say it is that he tried.
No really, he did.
He tried to be that person he knew Danny wanted him to be- whether he'd say it or not is irrelevant… Sylar just knows. It's not as though Danny could be who he was and not wish for a more stable… whatever.
Derailing that thought quickly Sylar blinks slowly and tries not to finish that sentence. He doesn't know- or he pretends he doesn't- what they are- were- and he's not going to think about it. Trying to reconcile with the past is futile. He, better than anyone, knows this all too well. He won't try to explain what he was thinking or feeling at the time but all he will admit is that for a brief few months he was fucking happy.
The lights overhead flicker and illuminate and his head tilts up slowly. He's still remembering the feel of Danny's lips against his and he's not willing to let go of it for whatever the hell it is HRG wants now.
Getting up he turns, his eyes not open just yet, and simply lets the memory fade away on it's own before messing with the man he knows has come to see him.
They talk, he thinks. He's not going to give this man a thing while he can still remember what it feels like to have Danny wrapped around his body. He can feel that urge- that hunger- stirring in interest and he doesn't really focus on how but he's gone from that cell before he considers where he's going. HRG will think he's gone after Claire, he won't. Not yet.
It's not like they can stop him anyway. He wouldn't have been in the cell in the first place if he didn't want to be there.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 0:11-0:15
Danny doesn't acknowledge Marie's friends as he walks past. He used to at least say hello but he can't anymore. He doesn't know why but it doesn't seem appropriate. He can feel their disappointed eyes on his back but he can't bring himself to care. He's taking his sweet time heading back home- which is Larry's flat now- because he doesn't want to feel their worried stares on him just yet.
He understands though, turning up after going missing for days on end after their parent's murders is a bit suspect. What with him being the one that found them first but the police, try as they might, can't pin anything on him. Which as a relief. It'd suck if he got blamed for killing the two people who brought him into the world.
Larry can't seem to let it go and while Marie is happy to pretend everything's okay Larry's insistence on talking about the matter is making that façade more difficult to maintain than it could be. At least now Danny's there Marie's not afraid to cry anymore. Larry doesn't know what to do with a crying sister and while he's doing his best to calm his eccentric lifestyle and make his flat a place a fourteen year old girl can live he's still not able to offer comfort. It's not something his entirely masculine mind can cope with.
Marie's not afraid to let Danny hold her and rock her to sleep though. Being fourteen and coping with such a massive loss when your older brothers- the only anchors you have anymore- are constantly at each other's throats… Danny can understand why she can't cope most nights.
Danny tries to ignore that he's stroking her face while she sleeps- exactly like Sylar used to do for him.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 0:15-0:26
The feeling of power coursing through his body feels fantastic. He's in control and he's a threat and the people before him are terrified. That fear alone laps at him like a drug, feeding that hunger he can't tame. It's not enough, though. He's making Peter shake but Matt won't back down and while he loves a challenge he wants them to beg for a mercy he won't give- wants them to beg for an escape so he can deny it and watch them break.
His words are cold and sadistic and it feels good to be mentally and physically superior- dominant in every way. Sylar can't help the way his lip curls in pleasure as he hears the bullets ring off at him. He freezes them in the air and the surprise and terror he can see in Matt's eyes is enough to make him want to hold on to this moment a little longer.
With a flash of anger he's dead and Sylar can feel that hunger swallow him whole but it's not enough!
It hasn't been enough since he said goodbye.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 0:26-0:38
He's covered in blood. Soaked in it. He can feel it sticking to his skin through his shirt and the people he's killed in the last few weeks number higher than ever but he's not satisfied.
It's not even a conscious act when he takes out his phone and its ringing before he blinks but he doesn't need to check the screen to know who his subconscious is crying out for. He's not dependent or needy or any of that utter crap that makes his skin crawl with disgust but he'd be lying if it wasn't obvious his hunger had found a new outlet.
When Danny answers he almost sighs at the voice. Its been a long time since he's heard that voice and while a month or two isn't that long… for his focus and drive for instant gratification its longer than can ever be excused.
"Hello." Sylar says in a low voice. He can't help it but that voice brings back so many memories he knows probably won't be repeated without it being classed as rape- and he's not going back there again- but he's content to just hear him for now.
He can hear Danny's voice hitch. Of course he didn't know who it was- he's blind. He can't read the screen and thus the surprise. Not that he's as tightly wound as Sylar is, no.
Denial is a wonderful medicine to any thoughts he might have that could deter him from his power hunting. Convince himself it's not on offer and he won't take it. But he's taken it before when it wasn't on offer.
The silence drags on for only a moment.
He's not surprised when Danny hangs up on him.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 0:38-0:42
His mind is made up.
He needs to see Danny now.
Fuck reason, fuck logic and fuck the world.
Sylar's angry, 'hungry' and damn if he's not a little desperate to prove he's at least tried to change. For Danny's sake.
But he can't bring himself to go.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 0:42-0:49
Sylar called.
He'd called him.
He'd said hello.
In that deep voice.
Danny was vaguely aware of the noise of the basketball court behind him but all he could hear was those whispered baritones in his mind.
He'd hung up out of shock and anger. Sylar couldn't expect him to come crawling back now, could he? Well… Danny was prepared to give him a swift correction of that thought should he try contacting him again. He's closed off his heart completely now- two broken hearts is more than this broken man can take- and if anyone so much as tries to get in he's going to rip them apart.
Or he likes to think he will. To be honest, he's too hungry for affection to really say no and that makes him feel more pathetic than the 71 missed calls he left on Sylar's phone after Sylar left him.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 0:49-1:01
Sylar's waiting for the bus. He's trying to find his way to Danny and he can't help but fidget slightly as the knowledge he's being hunted down by the Company won't leave him alone.
Claire's screaming and struggling but he's got her pinned-
He's not that person anymore! He shakes his head but the image won't leave.
His hand extends and with a finger pointed out he draws in the air and watches her skin rip apart-
He's trying! He can feel that hunger swallowing him and can't think straight but killing won't sate it anymore and he's not sure he wants to kill more people. He won't deny the rush of power still makes him tingle and ache but when nothing can be gained from it anymore… it feels pointless. The powers that fill him make him feel only a fragment of the fulfilment he used to.
Sylar wants something that will last.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 1:01-1:13
Sylar's lying face down in the dirt and he's pretty sure that breathing in sand and small pebbles isn't good for you.
There are hands turning him over and voices asking if he's okay. He finds he can breathe a bit better on his back but having the shit kicked out of him by vengeful goody-goody's too noble to finish the job is still damn painful no matter which way he's lying.
He blinks blearily and gasps, "-anny?" But he can barely make a sound beyond a painful scratching sound so he just breathes, staring up at a face he's pretty sure is an illusion but he'll go with it. There are fuzzy edges to his vision and though he knows he won't die from this- he can't- he almost wishes he could. Staring up at that face he could die a happy man. But Danny's eyes are actually seeing him so he knows that whoever it is over him it's not Danny, he's seeing things again.
"You okay, man? Damn, you've been hit pretty hard. Just try and stay still-" The rest of the sentence isn't heard. Not by Sylar anyway.
"Danny…" He murmurs again before blackness claims him again.
When he wakes up he's in a better condition and he's gone from the house he'd been taken to without so much as poking around. He's going to find Danny now.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 1:13-1:17
He can't quite believe Danny's sat less than 10 feet from him. That distance would be smaller but anytime he tries to move closer Danny's eyes narrow at the noise his shoes make on the basketball court ground and in no uncertain terms he tells Sylar to 'stay the fuck away'. Sylar thinks it might be wise to obey that order.
Danny's not looking at him now. Whether he can see him or not Sylar likes the feel of those blue eyes at least in his direction. But he's not going to ruin what he's got and he's going to try his best- again- to make Danny listen.
"I'm sorry. Hurting you was not my intention."
Danny scoffs. It's such a Sylar sound but from Danny it sounds wrong and jarring. He just shakes his head and doesn't say a word. It doesn't even matter that he can sense the sincerity in Sylar's voice, there is no way that that is going to give him forgiveness. Sylar doesn't stop him when he leaves but Danny can feel Sylar's eyes on him until he's round the corner. That gaze has gotten no less heavy or intense since he last felt it.
Danny tries to ignore the way his heart is pounding in his chest like it wants to burst free.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 1:17-1:23
Sylar screams. The situation he's in has very little to do with Danny but all he can see when he closes his eyes is that soft face and a beaming smile and all he can think is what a massive mistake he's made.
He slams his hand down hard and screams again for good measure.
In that instance he sees what he has to do. He's got to choose between the life he has now- killing every person stronger than him and taking their powers into himself and becoming the greatest he can be- or Danny.
He can't have both. He tried that and he ended up with neither.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 1:23-1:47
Danny's eyelids flicker.
"You have to." Sylar's voice is firm but theirs a pleading behind it. "It's not as if either of us has a choice in the matter."
Danny opens his eyes but the memory that plagues his dreams over and over again won't fade and even with waking he can hear everything exactly as it was then.
"Stop making this harder than it is, Danny!" Sylar's yelling, demanding Danny sees things the way he sees them but Danny can't. He can neither see physically or metaphorically. He won't ever understand if Sylar doesn't explain it.
Danny sighs. He can hear his sister's breathing from where she's sleeping. There are not enough rooms for them to have a room each so Danny rooms with Marie. He often wishes he didn't if only so that he could cry over a pain entirely different than the pain of losing his parents and she wouldn't see.
"Please listen to me, Danny!" He's never heard Sylar beg before. It's scarier than it should be.
Danny can't block the memory so he just lets it swallow him. He heard something that night that he never thought he'd ever hear.
He heard Sylar cry.
There's a strange strangled noise from Sylar and Danny's head cocks, shock overtaking him. He reaches out slowly and his fingers brush under Sylar's right eye and he can feel wetness. There's just one tear and somehow that seems more powerful than the streaks on Danny's face.
Danny doubts that will ever happen again. He doesn't know what to make of it though; he doesn't understand why Sylar pulled him so close one moment and then abandoned him the next and he won't understand until Sylar explains.
He swiped his thumb over that tear and dried Sylar's cheek even as his own eyes began to leak again. He can feel Sylar breathing heavily against his wrist and there's a hand wrapped around his against Sylar's face but Danny knows Sylar isn't looking at him. Danny feels cold without that gaze on him and when Sylar pushes him away fully he feels even colder.
Needing to do something to rid himself of the tension in his body he gets up and shuffles to the door before shutting it firmly. Marie insists on leaving it open for comfort reasons so she can see out into the living room and assure herself no one is out there. Settling back down on to his bed Danny swears he can hear Sylar banging on the door and asking for Danny to open it.
Door to the room or door to his heart- either way, Sylar's never getting in again.
Danny doesn't sleep that night.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 1:47-2:04
There's a frantic pulse beating against his hand where he's gripping Peter by his throat and it's all he can do not to squeeze just a little harder and feel that breath falter and increase in fear. He's got Mohinder pinned to the damn ceiling for goodness sake- he's in control of them both and it's just a shame he's not in control of himself.
Sylar blocks out the memory sharply. It wouldn't be very helpful to lose concentration with a razor held at his own throat, he thinks as he calmly shaves away the stubble that he's let grow since he became Sylar. It's a return to something- someone- he didn't think he could ever be again but he's once again going to try. He might not succeed but he's going to try and that's all he can offer. He's going to become someone Danny can be with without fear of attack or murder or loss or pain… well, genetic evolution related versions of those anyway.
Running a comb through his hair he doesn't know how to react to the face he sees in the mirror. It's him and yet not him.
Breathing out slowly he heads to work. Yeah… to work. It doesn't feel right somehow, that a man as painted in blood as he is now has a 9 to 5 job. But he's changed his name back to Gabriel Gray. He doubts the Company will be able to find him and if they do he knows he can fight well enough to protect himself. The only part in all of this that he's a little nervous about is that fact that he has moved to Danny's hometown.
But determination is written into what's left of his soul and he's not going to back down now.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 2:04-2:11
The door of the shop chimes and Sylar- Gabriel, have to get used to answering to that- is idly sifting through order forms, his mind entirely elsewhere, and he doesn't look up. He's not in the front of the shop anyway. The owner is.
"Gabriel." Sylar sighs and puts down the forms. Of course, it doesn't matter who's in the front or who's in the back. Even his boss acknowledges Sylar can make repairs and assemblies faster and to a more skilled degree than he can so a lot of the work falls to him. It irritates him but he's also grateful because when his mind is occupied with work it's not drifting to other matters. "Can you please see to this customer? I just have to run outside for something."
Sylar's lie detecting ability is ringing loudly in his ear but he brushes it off and moves into the front room, nodding to his boss and lifting his magnification glasses to his face before looking at the customer and he just freezes.
Danny is resting with his arms on the counter and a small smile- that ever present one- on his lips. His head is vaguely facing him and Sylar's immediately pulled into those bright eyes. His attention is pulled away when Danny speaks. "We're here to get a watch fixed."
Sylar nods slowly and when Danny pats a young girls head at his shoulder he notices her for the first time.
She's smiling brightly and her resemblance to Danny is uncanny-
"I have a brother- a sister too."
- this must be that sister. Her eyes are as blue as his but her hair is long and darker than his, curling around her shoulders. She's holding her brothers hand tightly and Sylar knows he shouldn't be jealous but he can't help it.
She presents him with her hand and in it is a pink watch with a leather strap. It's not ticking and Sylar's mind immediately begins trying to think what's made it break before he can stop it, he takes it from her gently.
He could use his sound manipulation to make his voice sound different, he knows he could, but he doesn't want to. He wants Danny to know it's him and he so damn curious to see what will happen he just leans a little closer over the counter and murmurs, "I'll try to fix it. Please, come back in an hour and it will hopefully be fixed." He could see the recognition the moment he leaned in. He's wearing the same cologne he always wears and he knows Danny is damn familiar with that scent.
Danny draws back sharply. That open, friendly expression that was on his face is gone and it's as though Sylar can see the walls slam shut before him.
There's a tense moment where the girl is looking between them with a confused expression before Sylar see's Danny's grip on her hand tighten just a little. "Come on, Marie. You heard the man; it'll be done in an hour. Let's go."
Both Sylar and the girl can hear the restraint in his voice and Marie looks very worried before frowning at Sylar as they leave. Sylar watches them go and doesn't move until he can't smell Danny in the air anymore.
The watch will be fixed in about fifteen minutes. It's collecting himself that will take an hour.
He needn't have bothered, though. Danny sends Marie in on her own with the money. Her gaze is scrutinizing but Sylar's withstood far worse and she leaves more curious than when she walked in. It's enough for Sylar that he could see Danny through the glass door the entire time.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 2:11-2:15
Of all the stupid ideas Sylar's had this one has to be the worst.
He's broken into the flat where Danny and his siblings live and is stood before the bed of a very awake Danny. Adding to the list of reasons why it's a stupid thing to have done Danny's sister- Marie, he thinks- is asleep on her own bed not two foot from where they are and Danny's older brother- Larry? Maybe…- is due back from his job any minute.
Danny's accusing him of something; a re-enactment of that incident in the flat Sylar took him to months ago. Sylar stiffens involuntarily.
"Well?" It's a dare, Danny wants to get a reaction out of Sylar, wants him to feel the pain he's been feeling since their less than amicable separation but what Danny doesn't realise is that Sylar felt it more than he did. Sylar's not so in denial that he won't admit he needs Danny far more than the other way around.
Sylar shakes his head sharply. "I just… wanted to talk."
"You really think this is a good time or place?" Their whispering so as to avoid waking the young girl but there's enough bite to Danny's words to make Sylar question the practicality of all of this.
But practicality has never entered into any of his decisions regarding Danny.
"You're avoiding me."
"Bit difficult now that you're in my hometown." Danny shot back.
"Nevertheless… you're avoiding me."
They both sucked in a breath as Marie stirred. Danny shook his head incredulously at the situation when she rolled onto her back before thankfully remaining asleep. "We can't have this conversation. Not here."
Sylar sighs in exasperation, the most emotion he's let slip in the past few weeks. "Then please, tell me when's convenient for you because we are going to have this conversation."
Danny let his head loll back onto the pillows behind him and he glared upwards. "You bastard…" Yeah, part of him thinks, antagonise the man with superpowers capable of tearing you open with a single thought. He persists anyway. "I'm going to the basketball court tomorrow around lunchtime." There's no way he's setting aside time for Sylar, Sylar's going to squeeze in the one part of his day that he's actually doing something and he's going to have to deal with it. "We can talk there."
Sylar bristles. He knows he's being brushed off but Danny's at least going to let him talk and Sylar's going to find a way to make that work. It's more than he could have hoped for and he disappears out the front door, brushing past a man on the stairs a few flights down who he then hears head into the room he just exited.
The serial killer shrugs; he's always been one to cut it close.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 2:15-2:30
Sylar knows the Company has found him. Well, he knows someone has found him. He's not sure who they're working for but he knows he's being watched by someone. Since the night before he's felt that pickling on the back of his neck telling him he's being observed. He fucking knows, alright?
But he can't mess this up. Danny gave him another chance and he's not going to mess this up so when lunchtime rolls round he's gone from the shop and he's heading to the basketball court as fast as he can, ignoring the hurried steps echoing his own. He's faster so he knows he'll get there before whoever it is following him- unless they want to start a fight there and then. It would be a stupid thing to do so Sylar's not surprised he makes it to the court without some sort of attack made to his person.
He's barely made it over to Danny, his fingers just curling around Danny's shoulders, before something collides with his back and he's sprawled on the floor, skidding away and fuck! Even as his skin is split on the ground- it'll heal- all he can think is that man is too close to his Danny and Danny is unprotected. It's his job to protect Danny- he can't think since when, but it's been his first priority for a while- and he'll be damned if he doesn't follow through.
Sylar looks up and his chest constricts in what might be panic- he's not afraid, never- but he doesn't know what to do because the one thing he knows how to do to defend himself… he can't do anymore. There was a time only a few weeks ago where he wouldn't have hesitated to kill the man before him but now- and with Danny so close- he can't. He won't. He's tried too hard to become a better man for this piece of filth to screw it up. There are too many other people here as well, Sylar notes. He won't make a scene… he'll try not anyway. He lives in this town now, he's got to at least try to fit in.
"Sylar?" Danny's voice is worried but Sylar can tell he's trying to hide it. If he hadn't been listening- hoping- for it then he would have missed it.
"I've been looking for you for a long time, Sylar." The man is talking, his words are dripping with anger and malice and Sylar just can't quite place how he knows him. The name is on the tip of his tongue but he can't concentrate on it without blocking out some of the present and this man is still too close to Danny. "All those missed opportunities and now I have you!"
Oh now he remembers. Running around after Danny has meant he's not been on top of a lot of important things. "Knox." He spits out the name like one would spit out bile. Suffice to say he's not happy to see this man.
"You refuse to come back to the Company so instead I've been sent to clean you up and make you disappear!" Sylar can see the man's temper flaring. Calm to furious in a heartbeat and all it takes is a flash of fear and the man will crush whoever is in his sights. Sylar's rather unhappy to note that is him at the moment. All attention on the court is on them, the basketball has fallen to the floor and rolled to Knox' feet and he picks it up nonchalantly. "You're not afraid of me… shame."
Sylar doesn't get a chance to say a word, Danny's too quick.
"Why would Sylar be afraid of you?!" Danny scoffs. "You have no idea who you're dealing with, do you?" Sylar doesn't appreciate that Danny's decision to defend him has no put him in danger and he's more afraid Danny's in over his head than he is that Knox is here to kill him. Suddenly Sylar knows his made a fatal mistake and all it takes is a glance at Knox and he knows he screwed everything up royally. Afraid, damn, he's afraid. Sylar is afraid. Not for himself but he doesn't need to be. He's still afraid on some level.
Knox inhales sharply, sniffing the air like a wild dog. His lips curl predatorily and Sylar can't help but feel his fear snowball. Knox has smelt his fear and knows it's not at his own safety, Sylar knows this by the way he sees Knox' eyes land on Danny who's blankly staring at the floor but he's stood firmly. Sylar wants to feel at least a little relieved Danny still cares enough to defend him and maybe they have a chance but what a time to show it. Danny, if nothing else, has appalling timing.
"Well, well, well. So this is why you've been gone so long, eh, Sylar?" Knox is raking his eyes over Danny's body and Sylar feels sick but then the basketball is thrown with that enhanced strength across the court and the crack as it hits Danny square in the chest lets Sylar's acute hearing know that there are a few cracked ribs there now.
He sees Danny double over with a choked cry of pain. The people around them burst into action, some running away, others running to Danny's aid. There's a man Sylar thinks Danny knows by the way he's hanging onto him, he's trying to see if Danny's okay- he's clearly not- and he hears him gasp 'Jay, save Sylar' before he doubles up on the floor. Sylar's frozen in horror as Knox takes two strides and is at Danny's side. He kicks the man at Danny's side- Jay, he thinks- and the man goes flying. He's unconscious and dragged off by a few others. Sylar sees they are alone now as Knox lifts Danny into the air by his throat. All Sylar can think is 'why the fuck am I not moving?!'
"Thought you'd have found a sturdier toy to play with, Sylar! This one's barely functioning!" Knox' grip tightens and he can see Danny's face start to colour sharply. He can see Danny's fingers scratch at Knox' arm but the grip is unyielding and Sylar's breathing halts abruptly when he hears Danny gasp his name with the little breath he can suck in. "He's blind! Ha! He's got no powers and he's blind! You really know how to pick 'em. It's probably the only way you got him though, eh? He's blind enough not to see how worthless and pathetic you are." He shakes Danny and drops him to the floor where Danny crumples onto his face and stomach, his breathing sounding like he's breathing through a mouthful of cotton. Sylar doesn't know why he's not moving yet, what more damage could he possibly be waiting for?!
"Does he know about Elle?" Shit, shit, shit, shit- "And Maya and all those other people you've manipulated into loving you and then fucked them over? The company has it all on file, you know?" Actually, Sylar didn't know and now all he could think of was breaking into The Company and burning the file and the building down. "Does he know you're going to do that to him?" The mocking laughter is all it takes to get Sylar shifting to stand.
He looks over at Danny and sees he's also on his hands and knees only there's blood over his teeth and dripping down his chin and he whispers one word- "Sylar." Sylar's on his feet before he thinks about it.
Sylar's in Knox' face, staring at the shock and surprise and the fear, he can feel it all and he revels in it. His hunger is awake and its begging to be fed as a fist collides with Knox' jaw. He's not sure whether the crack is from his hand or Knox' jaw but he doesn't care as he sees Knox' face snap back as if unharmed and he slams his whole weight into his hand and down on Knox' head that has the man stumbling and falling to the floor. Sylar's on him in a flash, pinning him with a knee to his stomach on which he rests as he beats his fists repeatedly into Knox' face until its just a bloody mess and Sylar can't hear anything for the pounding tick, tock, tick, tock in his ears and the pain in his hands is making him ache all over. Sylar wants to rip Knox' skull open and dissect his power before destroying him utterly.
Danny hears every crack of flesh on flesh, Sylar's laboured breathing and the repeated words of, "Don't. Ever. Touch. Danny." Each word punctuated with a hard slam. Oddly, he feels a warm sensation of protection than a sickening sensation of disgust. He can't hear Knox anymore and he wonders if Sylar's killed him as he feels a heavy weight overtake him and he collapses unconscious.
He wonders if Sylar will ever stop killing.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 2:30-2:48
Sylar is sat in the front room of Larry's flat on a sofa facing Larry and Marie on the opposite sofa. Marie is frowning at him because she recognises him but Sylar feels no urge to explain himself and Larry is just outright scowling, blaming him for the state his brother is in no doubt. It's a long while before anyone says anything.
"You fixed my watch." Marie blurts.
Sylar nods, taking a sip from the coffee she had made for him. "I did."
"…are you new in town?" She inquires with the sort of annoying curiosity only children have which his mother claims he never lost, much to Sylar's dismay. His mother… Sylar shuts down that thought instantly.
"I moved here a few weeks ago. I only recently got that job though." He shifts in his seat. This feels awkwardly like the boyfriend meeting the family and Sylar's not too comfortable with that at all. He doesn't like to think about what it is he and Danny have and he's certainly not ready to share whatever it is with anyone else.
"How well do you know Danny?" It's the first thing Larry's said since they finished patching Danny up- at Danny's incoherent insistence of not going back to the hospital.
"Pretty well. I knew him since a few months before his parent's died." Oops, their parents. Sylar's not stupid but he acknowledges he's sometimes a little tactless. His great knowledge leaves little room for emotions sometime- rarely for his own let alone those of others. "I'm, er…" Maybe he shouldn't say this… "I'm the reason he was gone after their deaths."
There's outrage on Larry's face and shock on Marie's face. He not really surprised at their reactions but he tenses nonetheless. "You took him?!"
"Sh!" Sylar snaps. "Yes, I took him. I didn't know he had any family besides his parents at the time- you two never came up much or if you did I forgot. I just realised he needed to get away from it."
"And how do you think that looks to the police?!"
Sylar shoots him a sideways glance that makes Marie look down in fright and Larry stiffen as the dark stranger's 'I've done bad things' look came out. "And what makes you think I've ever been concerned with police?"
Larry doesn't get a chance to answer as Danny shuffles through the doorway to the bedroom and Marie jumps out of her seat to engulf him in a gentle hug. He pats her head and kisses her brow, assuring her she's fine. Larry stands as well, looking his brother up and down and trying to assess whether now is appropriate time to yell. It doesn't look like it as he throws an arm around his brother's shoulders and hugs him tightly. "Don't scare me like that, little bro'."
Danny laughs. "I'm sorry, I should have been more considerate when I deliberately got myself beat up by a guy I've never met before. You're right, please forgive me." Larry thumps him lightly and ruffles his hair.
Sylar silently watches the three siblings interact before he senses Danny can feel him watching. Danny's blue eyes land close to where he's sitting, close enough for Sylar to know Danny means to be looking at him. Sylar says nothing and doesn't move but his gaze softens a fraction though he'd never admit it. He's relieved Danny's okay. He'd been waiting for hours now, rudely refusing to leave until Danny woke up.
"Guys… can you give us a minute?" Danny asks softly.
There's a sharp silence until Larry nods to himself and takes Marie's hand firmly. "Come on, we need to do the shopping anyway."
"Thanks, Larry." Danny murmurs as his brother and sister leave.
Sylar watches them go then swings his head back round languidly to watch Danny with a curiously raised brow. "You okay?" He asks after a moment. Danny nods repeatedly, as if to himself, as he sighs and purses his lips. Sylar knows that look. It means Danny's been thinking. Not that he doesn't often its just that face normally means he's been over thinking and the product of which will usually be a very good or a very bad thing for Sylar. Gulping down a mouthful of coffee and feeling it scald his throat Sylar blurts, "I didn't kill him."
Danny breathes out a laugh. "I never said that you did!" He laughed and turned his head shyly. "I was going to say something else."
"And what might that be?" Sylar asks, playing along if only to enjoy the moment. "I can't think of anything else we need to discuss at the moment…"
Danny's face takes a more serious look but he does smile at the teasing. "I'm sorry."
"What for? No, don't answer that." Sylar stands up and moves over to Danny. "Come to dinner with me tonight."
The smaller man jumps as he feels Sylar's hand on his face. "W-what? N-no, we- I mean…!" The thumb caressing his cheek feels very nice… Danny sighs and leans into the touch. "Okay."
Sylar grins and he feels Danny flick him. One day he'll get Danny to explain that being able to hear smiles thing. "I'll pick you up at seven." He wants to kiss Danny but he can't without reawakening that hunger that demands he fuck Danny raw that very instant so he contents himself with a lingering touch and then he's gone.
Danny wonders how Sylar can always convince him to do these things.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 2:48-2:54
Danny's hands are fidgeting under the table with a napkin. Sylar can hear the cloth twisting in his hands as he wraps it around his finger tightly, then letting it loosen before wrapping it again the other way. Sylar calmly looks at the table, waiting with his head inclined to Danny but not looking. He'd never say he was afraid to look but Sylar knows the moment is as fragile as a glass bubble- if he so much as coughs the wrong way the moment will shatter.
"W-why?" Danny asks. It's more of a gasped sound that Sylar has to concentrate on before he realises it's a question.
There are so many things Danny could be asking but, as always, Sylar knows exactly to what Danny is referring. The problem is he has no answer. Every excuse he once had seems flimsy and hollow even to his ears.
Danny doesn't relent; he's waiting expectantly so Sylar answers honestly.
"I don't know."
They sit reflectively for a while, Danny's gaze threatening to throw them into an argument as Sylar doesn't expand on his statement. Instead, Danny just nods as if he was expecting that answer and dinner passes without a hitch. They talk about small things, insignificant changes in recent events that mean nothing to Sylar but he likes to hear Danny's voice so he urges the conversation on if only to hear that warm voice. Danny's friendly and trusting nature is back as though it never left and Sylar hasn't felt so at ease since he forced this man away.
"I tried… you know?" Sylar says softly as the conversation lulls. Danny's head jerks and Sylar takes that as a sign to continue. "I… I think I sent you away because I couldn't risk being around you. Not with how much I hungered for… for power. I still do. It's a hunger that builds and builds until I have to claim power and let it flow through me…" Sylar shakes as his words stoke the hunger to awakening. "I tried to stop it, I wanted to change. I though if I… if I could silence it, could control it at least, then I could come back to you." His breathing is shaky as the hunger rumbles within him, the tick, tock, tick, tock thrumming in his mind building up and up. "But I stopped killing and the hunger wouldn't stop so I killed so many… so many more than before and it still wouldn't stop!" Public place! You're in a public place! But with the object of his desires sat so close it's all he can do to stop himself flipping the table and attacking.
Danny's looking at him- near enough- in abject shock. Sylar can see fear and it makes his heart sink as his burning arousal lurches in delicious savouring of the power he has over the gentle man before him. This is so, so, wrong! Sylar tried so damn hard to prevent this!
"Why… why won't it stop?" Danny asks softly. The tremor in his voice is so damn appealing and all Sylar wants to do is wring screams from that pale throat until he can't hear anything but that beautiful sound.
Sylar chokes as he strives to contain himself, wary that he's going to be attracting attention soon with the way he's trembling in his seat. "You!" He gasps sharply. He slams a fist on the table, the pain shooting up his hand easing his discomfort though he's aware a bruise will never form. It's still nice to feel pain, though. "You, Danny! That's all it wants now!" He chokes on his breath, gasping like a fish out of water.
Danny is staring and his mouth is moving to form words he can't find and Sylar can feel people staring at him. Jerkily he slams money down on the table and runs from the restaurant before he can't run. He leaves Danny before he knows he wouldn't have been able to. It's suffocating him now and as Sylar slumps down in the nearest alleyway he wonders if maybe he's left it too late to be with Danny and not hurt him. It certainly feels like every time Sylar's possessive grip tightens around Danny, the bruises refuse to fade and their emotional imprint pushes them further apart as they strive to crawl closer.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 2:54-3:08
"Goodbye, Gabriel. Bright and early tomorrow." Sylar doesn't reply as the door to the shop shuts behind him.
He does, however, jerk to a stop when he hears a family scrap of a stick on the pavement. He sees Danny smiling benignly at him, stood still but idly scraping the tip of his stick against the cement as he waits. Danny tilts his head as presumably Sylar's smell washes over him and then the smile broadens.
Sylar brings his hands to his mouth, cupping it in horror as the hunger overtakes him like it did before only much faster. He staggers back and shakes his head in horror. Speech is beyond him at this point and he can't even warn Danny to leave him.
Sylar's only ever felt this helpless to his power once before-
Watching her body burn Sylar wonders why he couldn't stop that hunger from needing to know her in every way from her body to her mind to her power and never stopping. Sylar wonders if he'll ever be able to be with someone without ripping open their head to see them entirely laid out before him.
He can remember the smoke of Elle's burning body washing over him as his eyes watered but never letting the tears fall.
The reminder of what he could possibly do to Danny if he doesn't control this makes him want to be sick but the cold chill it sends through him is enough to make him contain the hunger a little, enough for him to breathe.
Danny steps forward and Sylar can feel his restraint waver but it holds. "Will you come with me somewhere?" Sylar inclines his head. He can never deny Danny anything.
Even at the cost of his life.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 3:08-3:25
Sylar turns the radio off as Danny begins to sing to it. Danny squawks in protest but Sylar ignores him as they drive. Danny's giving him directions and Sylar doesn't even want to think how bizarre it is that the blind man is telling him where to go. Instead he does as requested with little thought on where he is beyond confirming landmarks with Danny.
"Look, if you're not going to talk to me at least let me have the radio on!" The whining tone of a petulant child, Sylar ignores it. Instead tapping his fingers aimlessly on the steering wheel as he strives to hold onto what depraved shreds of control he has left at the moment.
Danny giggles. Sylar glances over with a frown. "What?"
"Nothing…" He laughs again. "I was just thinking how cool it is that you want me so much." There's a shy blush to his cheeks but his words are confident and alluring. Sylar just rolls his eyes and concentrates on the road as though he'd never driven before in his life and it required all of his attention.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 3:25-3:32
"Possibly the stupidest idea you've ever had." Sylar says turning to look at the man sat with his back against the headboard just to the side of him on the bed. There's as much space as can be given between them but it's not enough and Sylar can feel his hunger ripping holes in his control.
He should have paid more attention to where Danny was leading him.
They are back at the hotel that Sylar had previously followed Danny to when Danny had returned home before. They're in the same room as well. The memories dancing before his eyes are enough to make Sylar want to just let go and take what Danny keeps teasing before his reach but Sylar knows Danny cannot possibly be aware of what he is offering.
Danny has his head ducked down and is throwing a ball from hand to hand, a sign he's settling in for a long wait. It makes Sylar bristle as he's now the one being ignored. His fists clench in the sheets and he just stares up at the ceiling.
"You know what I can do, Danny. You know I'm capable of murder to a horrific degree. I am not in control of my power and may never be fully. I've tried to explain to you how dangerous it is and yet you do this- bring me here and leave me with no illusions as to what you want but for god's sake, Danny… do you know what you asking for?!"
Danny turns his head and looks vaguely towards him with perfect seriousness. "I'm asking for the man I love to make love to me."
Sylar snorts and tries to ignore the way he has to dig his hands tighter into the sheets to stop his hunger from making him drag Danny towards him. "I don't have enough control for that." He whispers.
Danny puts the ball down on the bedside table and smiles softly. "Then that can wait. It was you who came to me and now I want you to touch me and kiss me and stop running away when you just came back…" Danny reaches out gingerly, his fingers passing through air as he reaches for Sylar. "Please…" He seems not to be aware of what he's saying, the words passing his lips so softly but they get across his intent and it makes the older man shudder.
Sylar's hand reaches out automatically but he forces it to still, millimetres from Danny's. "If I let go… even if I hurt you to the point of screaming and breaking you, I won't be able to stop. Once I let go there will be no stopping me."
The killer watches Danny shudder and he can't tell whether its fear or arousal or both, he likes to hope its fear and that Danny isn't so changed by him to like the possibility of extreme pain. "I know… but I'm tired of letting every little thing keep you away from me. Even if it hurts… I do want you."
"You're a fool." Sylar shakes his head but lets his hand lace with Danny's and the shock of his touch makes Sylar's eyes close. Danny sighs happily but doesn't see that when Sylar's eyes open again they are dark with pupils blown wide and harsh in feeling. Sylar is weak within himself and the hunger drives him completely.
Releasing Danny's hand Sylar grips his arm harshly, throwing him onto his back and underneath him without ceremony. Danny cries out in shock, the sudden sensation of a different position jarring his remaining senses as he scrabbles for balance before being pushed to lie down flat. There's something in the firm but urgent way Sylar is touching him that makes Danny fairly certain Sylar isn't going to bother with foreplay at that moment. He wants to back out now, he's scared and shaking but he asked for this. And Sylar had already said once it started there was no undoing it. Besides, he can handle this. He can. He tries to pretend he can, at any rate, even as he shakes beneath the taller man.
His jeans are ripped from Danny's legs without a word being uttered; only Danny's cry of alarm and discomfort as his legs are locked around Sylar's waist for him. His t-shirt disappears then in a flash of tearing cloth and a jerk of motion and there's no warning as Sylar's teeth sink into his collar bone.
This time he hisses in pain, pressing further into the bed to get away but a strong hand on his chest has him pinned and all he can do is squirm- much to Sylar's delight. The bites don't stop at one- another is delivered to his neck, a third to his nipple and a fourth to his side. It's painful and draws blood but Danny's almost embarrassed at the way he's achingly hard at all this rough treatment. Danny's never liked being manhandled and without being able to see it tends to happen a lot but Sylar's handling him with a firmness that in the current situation Danny can't help but love.
When Sylar suddenly flips him over Danny waits with bated breath as Sylar's fingers explore lower. Danny's touched Sylar even has the presence of mind to remember preparation but he just waits to see the man's reaction as one finger touches his opening. He hears a snarl and a growl and suddenly he can feel the anger rolling off Sylar and it takes Danny a moment to realise what the older man has assumed. "No!" Danny cries to still him but Sylar's teeth sink firmly into his neck, drawing more blood and making Danny cry out and his eyes well with the unforgiving pain. "S-Sylar! N-no! N-not w-what y-you t-think!" He's shaking as he realises just how much he's at this man's mercy. "I did that… me, I did it." He swallows jerkily and then breathes out softly, "For you."
Sylar stills slowly and his teeth relinquish his neck, Danny breathes a sigh of relief. The finger is back at his entrance and it slips in easily, the lube and preparation Danny had done before he met Sylar after work making this painless. Danny wasn't so stupid not to realise that there was reason Sylar wouldn't touch him so he figured at least taking some precaution on his part would be sensible.
And it was as Sylar only stretches him with two fingers- hardly enough- before Danny can feel Sylar pulling him onto his side, lifting his leg up and pulling it to a pleasing angle before thrusting in. Danny cried out, a sharp keen of pain as his passage was stretched to fullness in an instant. His head lolls against the covers and Sylar holds him just as he likes, thrusting in sharply again and again and the lube Danny had used wasn't nearly enough for this sort of treatment but Danny is just grateful he had the foresight to do at least that.
The thrusts are deep and hard and make Danny's eyes roll as the strikes to his prostate have him seeing stars and the rough friction against his passage makes him want to wriggle free in pain. The lines between the two, pleasure and pain, are blurring and making Danny gasp and writhe without words and Sylar's more than pleased to have the man pliant beneath him. From the position they are in all Danny can do is clutch at the bed sheets and touch himself, Sylar controls the pace and the angle and it shouldn't feel so good being at the other man's mercy but it is and Danny's wanted this since Sylar left him- he's not sure he's going to last. It feels so good to be with Sylar again, Danny wants to pretend everything's fixed now and he doesn't have to worry about anything because Sylar is with him again and nothing else matters.
The mouth at his neck is kissing and licking, soothing the bites from before and Danny's eyes are rolling as Sylar's pace picks up sharply. It's fast and hard and Danny can feel himself pushed past his breaking point as he comes harder than he can remember ever having done before but when his eyes open the position has changed and Sylar's as hard as a rock within him still. He's sitting on Sylar's' lap, the man's strong hands firmly clenched around his hips, and as he clenches around Sylar's length he realises the man hasn't come yet. He's waiting for Danny to calm down to continue.
Danny clenches again, silently wondering if teasing the man in this state is liable to get him killed, when Sylar's eyes flash hungrily- a warning Danny misses- and that unseen force Danny has yet to get used to is pushing him up with Sylar's hands and slamming him down. He isn't required to move at all as Sylar uses his powers to make Danny ride him hard and fast and Danny whimpers in pain as his sensitive body post-orgasm is protesting such fast motions and he knows that the wetness in his rear is fast becoming blood but Sylar can't stop and Danny won't even try to plead with him but he scrunches up his face and cries softly as the pain increases with each thrust and it feels like Sylar really is breaking him in two.
The position changes again as Sylar topples them over so he is once again on top and without even slipping from within Danny, the pace begins again. Danny's screaming now, the pleasure a dim glow between the sharp thrusts that have Danny sobbing in pain. It's Sylar, he isn't doing this on purpose, this is your own fault, you wanted this, you asked for this, Danny's mind is a buzz of thoughts he can't stop. And when he screams to the ceiling at the deepest thrust yet he feels Sylar release within and he whimpers as the essence stings at his torn and sore passage.
Danny's a sweaty, tangled mess of blood, semen and tears, shaking and trembling in Sylar's hold as the older man slips free and curls around what is his. Exhaustion takes Danny quicker than he realised it would and the pain is a distant memory in sleep.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 3:32-3:37
Sylar wakes with a smile. He feels like a giant weight has been lifted from him and he isn't restraining something bigger within himself as he had been for months. He's all warm, fuzzy in the sunlight peering through the curtains, wrapping himself tighter around Danny as he fights off the waking world a little longer.
Danny…
Danny!
Shit!
It all comes back in a flash and he jerks back in alarm, his eyes widening further as he takes in the stained sheets and the blood painting his crotch and the white sheets here and there. He clasps a hand over his mouth in disgust at himself before biting the bullet and looking at Danny. He can see tear tracks staining the man's face and as he peels back the cover there's more blood. Not enough for Sylar to think he's killed him- the steady rise and fall of Danny's chest chased away that fear- but enough to know he hurt him. Badly.
There's nothing he can say or do that would possibly make this right so he scribbles a note onto the bedside table and flees the room.
He's been doing that a lot since becoming Gabriel again. Gabriel has a conscience Sylar lacked but can't seem to escape the horrors Sylar made no matter how fast he runs or how hard.
He's up on the roof as it begins to rain. Enough for him to be soaked and be reminded of the last time he was atop the hotel roof and he wants to scream out his anger and frustration to the sky- demanding why he can be a God but he can't fix the one thing he needs in the world that will keep him human.
Sylar wonders when he ever wanted to be human but now he can't think of ever not being human.
~o~S~o~D~o~ 3:37-3:54
The door to the shop chimes open and Sylar doesn't look up from the workbench he's at in the backroom. He is still visible from the front room but he makes no effort to acknowledge the person and dismisses them with, "We're closed."
There are no footsteps to say they exited or entered further so Sylar sighs and begins to remove his glasses. "I said, sorry we're closed. Please come back tomorrow."
"That's a shame."
Sylar jumps and stares up in surprise. He rises smoothly to his feet, despite his shock, and his stare doesn't lessen. "D-Danny?!"
Danny is standing awkwardly in the middle of the shop floor, his stance clearly showing he has a severe limp but the corner of his mouth is turned up in a slight smile and he's there, before Sylar and all Sylar can do is stare. He doesn't even dare to hope.
Danny slides a piece of paper across the counter and Sylar recognises it as the note he left in the hotel room. It simply reads, I'm sorry, and Sylar flinches but Danny just shakes his head in a disapproving manner. "I'm sorry." Sylar says automatically. He means everything and only something all it once and Danny seems to understand as he nods slowly.
"I think we've had enough of 'sorry' for a while, though." Danny murmurs with a smile.
Sylar just nods and moves around the counter to stand before Danny. He'll never admit he was nervous but when Danny wrapped his arms around his neck Sylar was relieved and elated and just surrounded by all he needed.
"I tried." Sylar whispered.
"I know." Danny whispers back.
~o~S~o~D~o~ THE END
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