Author's Note: You may get a bit confused at the start but don't worry everything clears up. Hopefully. If I've got anything wrong, I apologise and have only this to say: I don't care. This is just so AU I'm going to go with it. Oh, and um, yeah, maybe I should have mentioned this before: this is SLASH.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or Angel
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Thump, thump.
They lay entwined in the sheets, Peter's head resting sleepily on Sylar's chest.
"I like the hotel room, by the way," Peter murmured. "Courtesy of Wolfram and Hart, I believe?"
Sylar chuckled sleepily. "Yeah. One thing those evil bloodsucking lawyers have is taste. Who knew?" He ran his fingers through Peter's hair as the younger man tapped his chest rhythmically.
Thump, thump.
"Peter?"
He didn't stop tapping, only turned his head so he could look Sylar in the eye. "Mmm?"
"Why are you tapping on my chest?" he asked, the laughter palpable in his voice.
Peter laid his head back in its previous position. "Your heartbeat," he whispered. Sylar felt his breath on his skin. "It's perfect."
Thump, thump.
Sylar was silent for a moment. "Don't ever leave me, okay?"
Peter moved so that he could kiss Sylar softly.
"Never."
Sylar woke, gasping for air. He sat up slowly, running his fingers through his semi-drenched hair. He gazed around the room and whimpered. Why did he keep dreaming about Peter? He didn't feel that way about the moron...did he?
He took a deep, if shaky, breath. No wonder Claude – and everyone else, it seemed – thought he was obsessed with the idiot.
He remembered Claude asking him if he could explain why his first thought was always of Peter. For some strange, inexplicable reason he felt he could tell Claude. So he did. Well, not everything. He just said that a few months ago he'd begun to have very vivid dreams about Peter.
Claude had, of course, asked for more detail but Sylar didn't say anything more. His silence appeared to be enough of an answer for the invisible man. He gazed at Sylar, thoughtfully.
Sylar was sure Claude was about to say something (probably very important) when Lorne came in.
He remembered the green demon, former host of Caritas, fondly. He'd heard about Lorne's ability to read people when they sang and, wanting to know the location of the Walker family, had gone there when he first arrived in L.A. He'd sang Bad to the Bone (a song choice Lorne had thought particularly fitting at the time) and then Lorne had given him the location, offering him a rather cryptic warning to go with it because, he said, he liked him. He'd said that going after the Walkers would lead him down a path of destruction, the likes of which even Lorne himself had never seen. Sylar had ignored the warning, as he did most of the time.
Lorne looked positively delighted to see Sylar again. "Tall, Dark and Handsome, why didn't you tell me you were in town?" he said cheerfully as Claude tried to hide a smirk. "We should have drinks sometime. You could sing to me. It'll be like old times."
Sylar rolled his eyes. "You're not getting me that easily. You just want to know if I've changed my wicked, wicked ways."
Lorne inclined his head. "Well, yes," he said simply and then grinned. "But don't we all, sweetcheeks? You're a very important person in the whole scheme of things. I knew that the first time I read you."
Sylar rolled his eyes. "Fine, if I must." He didn't really mind. Lorne was a pretty fun guy, when you came right down to it. He glanced over at Claude. "Wanna come with?"
Claude shrugged. "Don't really have anything better to do."
They found themselves at one of the numerous karaoke demon bars in L.A. where Sylar became roaring drunk because he knew what he had to look forward to that night and was trying to delay it. Claude and Lorne watched with amusement.
Lorne patted him on the shoulder. He looked around blearily. "It's time, Sylar," Lorne said and pushed him gently up onto the stage. There was a whispered conversation between Sylar and the guy in change of the music and then Sylar was standing in front of the microphone.
As he began singing Shakin' by the Dandy Warhols Lorne's eyes widened noticeably. "Oh dear," he said under his breath, loud enough for Claude to hear. "The boy's really got it bad."
Claude raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?"
Lorne shook his head sadly. "Ask Peter," he said simply. Claude vanished swiftly, probably taking Lorne's advice to heart.
Sylar stepped off the stage a few minutes later, a huge grin plastered to his face. He succeeded in tripping over his own feet at least twice before finally making it back to his seat. He blinked slowly at the empty seat next to his. "Where'd Claude go?"
Lorne waved his hand vaguely. "Had some business to take care of. Now," he added, his tone turning serious. "When did you first start having these dreams?"
Sylar blinked at him. "Uh..." His brow furrowed as he thought. It hurt his head to think but finally he said, "At least two months ago. Why?" He shifted uneasily.
Lorne just gazed at him, sympathy in his red eyes.
He'd fallen into the hotel bed, asleep in an instant. In his dream Peter was angry for some reason, he thought because he'd kept him waiting.
"I'm sorry," he said, something he hadn't said for awhile now. Peter immediately softened.
And then they were kissing and nothing really mattered except for that.
Sylar laid his head back down on the soft white pillow. It was very hard to hate the dreams while he was having them.
Peter, standing at end of the bed, invisible, watched him falling gently back to sleep, a small smile on his face.
"Kid, what do you think you're doing?" He jumped at the sound of Claude's voice and spun around, glaring.
"What do you mean, what do I think I'm doing?" Peter said petulantly. He scowled. "I'm not doing anything."
Claude merely rolled his eyes. "Oh yes, and I'm Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Right. So what do you call fucking up this guy's mind so that all he can really think about is you then? A hobby?"
Peter tensed and then relaxed, his eyes sad. "It's not a hobby. And it didn't start out like that. I was just..." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair tiredly. "I was just, I don't know, trying to help him, trying to make him see that he could be a better person."
"Having sex with him every night does that?" Claude was sceptical. No wonder, really. "My, my. You learn something new every day."
"That's not how it started," Peter said angrily. "It just somehow...turned out that way."
"Well, I think you should stop," the invisible man said coldly. "The poor guy's been manipulated enough as it is. Give him a break and stick to the plan."
Peter had every intention of following his ex-mentor's very sound advice. Absolutely. And then he remembered how Sylar had sounded when he'd said, "Don't ever leave me, okay?"
So he didn't.
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Aww, Peter's being a bad boy.
Next time: see Sylar walk into a door!
Review please. They are like kittens to me.