December 10th

Gifts

Peter's POV

Fifteen days until Christmas...that's plenty of time to shop. There's no pressure to get everything today. I know exactly who I need to get gifts for so its not like I'll be running around trying to guess if I have enough gifts. Maybe I should just head home and think about it some more.

"You're shopping today Petrelli."

Damn. "There's still fifteen days left...fourteen days to shop. That's plenty of time Sylar."
"I'm not arguing with you Petrelli, but you try having a whiny OCD voice in your head bugging you to do things on time. Do me a favor and shut him up." Sylar props his feet up on the table and rubs his eyes warily.

"Get your feet off the table and I'll go." Sylar puts his feet down and looks up at me with his bedroom eyes.

"Does Sylar get to ask Santa for a special gift." I stop just short of the door and look teasingly over my shoulder.

"Didn't you know? Only good boys get presents." I sprint out of the apartment before Sylar can catch me.

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I know too many people. Okay Peter, life is full of choices. Now you have to choose who to snub. Who gets an actual gift and who gets the sting of a card...Maybe I should get blank cards so I can at least personalize them. Hm...who gets stuck with a card?

Claire, Gabriel, Mom, Mohinder, Emma, Hesam, and Renee get gifts. Noah, Hiro, Ando, Molly, Micah, Matt, Janice, and Gretchen get cards. Well wait...maybe I should send money to Molly and Micah with their cards...and maybe I should send little Mattie a teddy bear. Or maybe I shouldn't send anything to the Parkmans, ever since I started dating Gabriel we haven't been on the best of terms. But 'tis the season...damn...fourteen days is not long enough.

And Sylar...I'm sorely tempted to just give him a blowjob and be done with it. But I know he'll be upset. He won't say anything but he'll sulk and bitch and moan about every little detail all day and then he'll tear me up inside at night.

Shopping sucks.

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Okay, so I've gotten Claire a nice pair of red pumps. I found a nifty little sepia globe with an hourglass inside it. I bought Mom a night and day at a Spa in the middle of the desert. God knows she needs it. As a joke I got Mohinder some tinker toys. I figure he can make little 3-D genetic sequences with it. I bought a book for Emma and a leather jacket for Hesam.

I'm still working on Renee's gift. It has to be something really profound. He's saved my ass more times than I can count, more times than I even know about I'm sure. I was looking into buying him a plane ticket but he travels all over the world for the company. Maybe I should get him a suit...

Sylar was difficult to shop for. Gabriel had been easy. I saw the nice little globe sitting in the shop window and it just screamed 'Gabriel' at me. There's something strikingly simple about shopping for old souls. It's...refreshing, to know that something homey, simple, and reasonably priced can mean the world to a person.

But after I found Gabriel's gift I spent hours wandering the mall just window shopping. What do you get a reformed serial killer for Christmas? What do you get a reformed serial killer that hates all of the religious connotations of Christmas?

So far as I know this is the first Christmas Sylar plans on being a part of. Gabriel explained to me that Sylar felt bitter over Virginia's strict Catholic ways. Gabriel said he had to beg to get Sylar to agree to an hour long appearance on the big day. I don't want to waste that hour on a crappy gift. I wish I were more sparing with my blowjobs. It just isn't special if you do it once a week. Great, but not special.

I don't want to get him anything that toys with the idea of brains or abilities. I don't want to get him something that reminds him that he's still a criminal in a lot of peoples eyes. I don't want to get him something impersonal. It has to be special. Sylar is so special to me and I just don't know what I could possibly get him that would show that. I'm not just in love with Gabriel. I honestly and truly love Sylar and I need him to know that. I need him to really know that, not just assume it.

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Sylar is asleep on the couch when I get home. His legs are dangling over the side and he's drooling heavily onto the throw pillow under his head. I walk over to him quietly and pull the throw from the floor and cover him with it.

I smile at the picture he makes. Big, bad, boogeyman Sylar is drooling into my purple couch and wiggling his toes in his sleep. I'm terrified, honest and truly.

I love moments like these. When he's quiet and calm and I can just watch, it's nice. I mean, I love the snarky comments and quick kisses I get from him. And I like the helpless blushes and shaky hands I get from Gabriel. But sometimes it's just nice to get some peace. It seems like the only time I get to see him completely at ease, completely unguarded, are when he's asleep or reading.

Maybe I shouldn't get Sylar anything at all. Maybe I should just spend our hour lying together quietly. I'll tell him how much I love him, and I won't let him go until he knows.

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.