A new chapter, a little bit longer. WowXD


Sam and Claire were walking down the street. It was pretty late already. After Peter had left, Dean had went to a bar to hook up with some girl or something else Deanish.

"So.. your brother seems.." Claire tried to find the right word.

"..Like Dean." Sam finished.

"Yeah." Claire laughed a little.

Sam smiled.

"You are really tall, you know?" Claire reminded.

Sam sighed. "Yes, unfortunately." he murmured.

"What's wrong?" Claire asked, suddenly seeming sad.

"No, I just.. I think I'm a little too tall." Sam said.
"You're not." Claire smiled.

Sam laughed a little.

"Let's go." Claire said, taking Sam's hand, as they took a cab back to the Petrelli mansion.


Peter woke up the next morning compleately shocked. He felt strong, bare arms around his waist, and he could feel a warm breath against his neck. Peter started shaking. He was so nervous. What was going to happen now? Last night obviously was a huge mistake, but..it felt so..great.

Peter tried to move, but Sylar tightening his hold just like the night before.

"Peter.." he mumbled sleepily.

"Sylar..let me go." Peter whispered.

"No!" Sylar said, still tightening his grip.

Suddenly Peter's phone rang. Sylar groaned, and buried his face on Peter's shoulder.

"Hold on." Peter murmured, got out of Sylar's hold, put some jeans on, and answered to the phone.

"Hello?" he murmured.

"Peter, it's Claire. Are you ok?" Claire's voice asked.

"Yes." Peter replied.

"Are you sure? I mean, you seemed kinda weird last night?"

"Claire, I'm fine. Just.. I'll call you later." Peter said, hanging up.

He started to look for his shirt.

"What are you doing? Come back to bed." Sylar murmured.

"Sylar, what are we doing?" Peter asked, sighing.

"What do you mean?" Sylar asked.

"We are enemies! Not..whatever this is." Peter said.

"Are you sure?" Sylar smirked.

"Shut up." Peter mumbled.

Sylar stood up, walking to Peter.

"I know you want this." he said.

"How can you know that?" Peter spatted.

"I killed Matt Parkman. Took his ability. I can read your mind now." Sylar said.

"Uh.. you killed him?" Peter whispered.

Sylar nodded.

"Great." Peter murmured.

"Hey.. Peter.." Sylar sighed, cupping Peter's cheek.

"I need to go. They're waiting." Peter said.

"Who's they? Claire? Sammy?" Sylar sounded amused.

Peter pulled away and said: "It's Claire, Sam and Dean." he said calmly, putting his jacket on.

"Maybe I should just kill them." Sylar said.

Peter looked at him angrily.

"Why? They haven't done anything to you." he murmured.

"I suppose, but does it matter?" Sylar asked.

Peter pushed Sylar further from himself rather hardly.

Sylar's expression changed from amused to angry. Posessive.

"Don't go." he said calmly.

"I have to." Peter said. "You can..stay here, if you want, but.. just..give me some time, please?"

Sylar didn't say anything, and he also wasn't gonna obey.

Peter sighed, leaned forward and pressed a small kiss on Sylar's lips, but when he was about to pull away, Sylar reached forwards, ran his hand along Peter's hair, pulling him closer, kissing him passionately.

After a while, they pulled away, breathlessly.

"Sure you don't wanna stay?" Sylar asked then.

"Sorry. I can't." Peter sighed and walked to the door and out before he would change his mind.

Sylar smirked to himself. He was not gonna let this go. He wanted Peter. Needed him. And wasn't gonna let him go.


I'm gonna update soon!