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spongetastic"When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?" Macbeth
He was the first to arrive. He held a dark umbrella over his head to protect him from the rain pounding down in steady streams. The street was dark and lonely with only lamps to illuminate the night. In time a second person stepped under the light’s faint glow, and he turned expectantly. The second man wore a raincoat, the hood pulled up to cover his face in shadow.
“He’s not here yet,” the first man said with a sigh.
“Naturally,” the second answered. Finally the rhythm of feet pounding the wet pavement drew their attention to the man they were waiting for. His clothes and hair were drenched.
“Come here, love.” The first man tilted his umbrella as an offering, and his wet companion gratefully hurried under its shelter. The two smiled at one another and drew together for a kiss.
“What took you so long?” Sylar demanded, feeling irritated at being left out.
“I didn’t want to be followed.” Peter pushed his wet hair out of his face. “Were you worried?” he asked, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. Which of course only irritated the killer more.
“So you took the care to not be followed, but you couldn’t be bothered to wear a raincoat?” Adam asked, his tone a mixture of scolding and amusement. “Honestly, love, you’ll catch a cold like that.”
“He’ll catch worse than that if he isn’t more careful,” Sylar said darkly.
“Fine. I’m sorry, okay?” Peter smiled over to the killer but the gesture was not returned. Of course, Peter didn’t really expect it to be. Sylar shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Just… don’t do it again.” Peter agreed, and the three stood together in the rain talking in hushed tones. Peter stood by Adam’s side with the immortal’s arm over his shoulders while Sylar stood a few feet away enduring the rain alone.
When their conversation died Sylar checked his watch. “It’s late,” he observed. “We should all get out of here.”
“Agreed,” Adam nodded. “I’ll be calling you to decide on our next meeting spot.” Naturally Sylar was the first to turn away. Peter glanced thoughtfully between Adam and Sylar. He squeezed Adam’s hand briefly before darting out into the rain again.
“Sylar!” he called out. The man stopped, turning back.
“You’re getting soaked, Peter,” he said impatiently.
“I know, just…” Peter moved forward, putting his arms around Sylar’s body in a brief hug. The killer felt stiff in his arms but that was okay. “Be careful,” he whispered as he pulled back.
“Of course.” Sylar turned away, disappearing into the darkness. Peter moved back into the comforting shelter of Adam’s umbrella.
“Guess I’d better go, too,” he said regretfully.
“We’ll be together soon, love,” Adam promised. Peter kissed him, clinging on tightly. These meetings never felt long enough for him. Always he had to say goodbye far too soon. After a few more kisses he pulled away and sped off down the street.
Adam was the last to leave.
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?" Macbeth
He was the first to arrive. He held a dark umbrella over his head to protect him from the rain pounding down in steady streams. The street was dark and lonely with only lamps to illuminate the night. In time a second person stepped under the light’s faint glow, and he turned expectantly. The second man wore a raincoat, the hood pulled up to cover his face in shadow.
“He’s not here yet,” the first man said with a sigh.
“Naturally,” the second answered. Finally the rhythm of feet pounding the wet pavement drew their attention to the man they were waiting for. His clothes and hair were drenched.
“Come here, love.” The first man tilted his umbrella as an offering, and his wet companion gratefully hurried under its shelter. The two smiled at one another and drew together for a kiss.
“What took you so long?” Sylar demanded, feeling irritated at being left out.
“I didn’t want to be followed.” Peter pushed his wet hair out of his face. “Were you worried?” he asked, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. Which of course only irritated the killer more.
“So you took the care to not be followed, but you couldn’t be bothered to wear a raincoat?” Adam asked, his tone a mixture of scolding and amusement. “Honestly, love, you’ll catch a cold like that.”
“He’ll catch worse than that if he isn’t more careful,” Sylar said darkly.
“Fine. I’m sorry, okay?” Peter smiled over to the killer but the gesture was not returned. Of course, Peter didn’t really expect it to be. Sylar shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Just… don’t do it again.” Peter agreed, and the three stood together in the rain talking in hushed tones. Peter stood by Adam’s side with the immortal’s arm over his shoulders while Sylar stood a few feet away enduring the rain alone.
When their conversation died Sylar checked his watch. “It’s late,” he observed. “We should all get out of here.”
“Agreed,” Adam nodded. “I’ll be calling you to decide on our next meeting spot.” Naturally Sylar was the first to turn away. Peter glanced thoughtfully between Adam and Sylar. He squeezed Adam’s hand briefly before darting out into the rain again.
“Sylar!” he called out. The man stopped, turning back.
“You’re getting soaked, Peter,” he said impatiently.
“I know, just…” Peter moved forward, putting his arms around Sylar’s body in a brief hug. The killer felt stiff in his arms but that was okay. “Be careful,” he whispered as he pulled back.
“Of course.” Sylar turned away, disappearing into the darkness. Peter moved back into the comforting shelter of Adam’s umbrella.
“Guess I’d better go, too,” he said regretfully.
“We’ll be together soon, love,” Adam promised. Peter kissed him, clinging on tightly. These meetings never felt long enough for him. Always he had to say goodbye far too soon. After a few more kisses he pulled away and sped off down the street.
Adam was the last to leave.