December 4th
Love This
3rd person POV
I fucking love this. This rush, it's freedom. There's no more obnoxious ticking, no more hunger, and until this is over there's no more Gabriel Gray whimpering in my subconscious.
Peter and Sylar are tangled up underneath the cheap green sheets of a motel bed. Peter always protests at first, worried about what filth could be lingering on the mattress. But when Sylar slinks onto the bed, ass out and eyes downcast, he forgets his worries.
Peter rains frantic kisses across Sylar's chest, pausing only long enough to bite harshly on a nipple. Sylar keens and howls like a man possessed and Peter can't get enough of it. He grips tightly to the killers arms to keep him still while soothing the hurt with gentle licks and kisses. Harsh panting and needy whimpers fill Peters ears as his moves away from the nipples and down to the stomach.
Love this. I hate the wait, but I know the longer he's gone the better he reacts
Peter pushes Sylars hips into the mattress and thrusts his tongue in and out of the killers navel. Peter repositions himself carefully. He raises onto his knees, ass in the air and gives a little wiggle for Sylar's benefit before he bites harshly just above Sylar's straining erection.
"Petrelli! Fuck! Stop it or-"
Peter's nose nuzzles into the base of Sylar's erection and looks shyly under his lashes up at his lover. "Or you'll what lover?" Sylar growls but doesn't retaliate. Deciding not to push his luck further, the nurse pulls himself up, dragging his body across Sylar's in the process. He kisses the underside of Sylar's chin. His arms frame Sylar's head as he presses his lips lightly against the killers, pulling away when Sylar strains upwards.
"How do you want it?"
"On my stomach." The nurse makes an appreciative 'hm' noise and sits back, resting teasingly against Sylar's groin. He strokes Sylar's face while he pulls back and just misses a severe bite to his middle finger.
I wish he'd let me do it this way.
Peter raises up on his knees while Sylar turns over. The killer looks back at Peter defiantly but the effect is ruined by his harsh breathing. The nurse kisses Sylars tailbone softly and runs his hands up along the killers spine. He takes the hint and lowers his head back to the mattress.
"Be rough with me." Peter bites Sylar's butt in reply before gripping both of Sylars cheeks and pulling them apart. This is the part Sylar hates most. Peter refuses to go any further without some sort of preparation. When he feels the first kitten like lick at the seam of his ass Sylar's face flushes scarlet. He grips the underside of his pillow and pushes it into his face to hide his embarrasswment.
Why does he have to do it that way? Damn it Petrelli, if that didnnnn-
Bingo.
Sylar's rocking his hips gently back against Peter's tongue, asking it to finally breech his opening. Peter pulls back and bit to spit against the opening before sucking on one of his own fingers. His other hand scratches roughly across Sylar's stomach as a silent warning. The killer lets out a breathy moan and pushes his hips back against the nurse.
"Fuck me Petrelli!" Peter tsks but wastes no more time. He roughly pushes two fingers into Sylar. He leans forward and hooks his left arm around Sylar's hips, bringing his ass back to rest against his chest. He works his fingers in and out roughly, scratching harshly enough to tear Sylar's insides. Peter crooks his fingers and brushes against Sylar's prostate teasingly.
Sylar jerks frantically back against Peter's fingers. He can feel small trickles of blood flowing down the inside of his thighs. The pain of the constant tearing coupled with the cooling tingle of his cellular regeneration has him panting and chewing into his pillow.
Peter pulled back and pushed Sylars legs farther apart before getting on his knees behind him. "Ready lover?" Sylar growls at the nickname but pushes back against Peter anyways. The nurse lines himself up and pushes hard into Sylar's opening. The killer grunts and bites savagely into the fabric of his pillow. Peter sets a harsh, frantic pace.
"W-Wish you'd let...hm..let me do this...b...nicerrr." Peter's fingers dig into Sylar's hips leaving splotchy purple bruises. He breathes heavily in sync with his thrusts and bites down on his lip to keep from making too much noise. He wants to listen to Sylar. He wants to hear every whine, every grunt, and every breathy 'oh'.
But all Sylar can hear is the blood pounding in his ears and the sharp sounds of Peter's hips slapping into his. He's sure he's whining like a whore but he knows Peter won't tell anyone, wouldn't dream of telling. So he's perfectly fine with sounding like a whore as long as Peter keeps treating him like one.
"Harder!"
Peter huffs and tries to push harder.
"Not a...unf...not a machine..." Sylar pushes himself up on all fours and begins pushing back to meet Peter. His thighs are trembling and there's a thin stream of saliva dripping down to the pillow below him.
The sight of Sylar so debauched has him curling his toes and picking up the pace. He moves his hands from Sylars hips to grip at the killers ass instead. He pulls Sylar's ass apart and looks down to see thin trails of blood streaking in every direction and his own dick tearing ruthlessly into Sylar. It's just too much.
Peter throws his head back and howls Sylar's name while he comes. He stays still, every muscle taught, his hips pressed firmly to Sylar's. When his muscles finally relax Peter becomes away of Sylar's needy little whimpers and the involuntary jolts that jerk Sylar's hips about.
He pulls out of the killer and rolls him over.
"Petrelli..." Peter 'hms' and forces Sylar's thighs apart. He presses Sylar's prick into his stomach and holds it there, then bites down on Sylar's perinium. The killer screeches while he comes. His body convulses and his thighs clamp tightly around Peters head.
When Sylar finally relaxes Peter looks up to see Sylar streaked with his own come. Some of it had even landed on his chin. He laughs quietly while leaning back down to press a soft kiss on the bite he left.
"Don't know why you're laughing. You have to lick it up."
Disclaimer: I do not own this slash fiction. I just uploaded this here because I prefer reading stories using my Samsung Galaxy Note 2 phablet. I will be taking this down once I'm done reading all drabbles. You can find the source of this fiction in - neaislove . livejournal / 27458 . html . Look for the Settled World Verse series.