Writers: Kisses
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spongetastic"A kiss can be a comma, a question mark, or an exclamation point." - Mistinguette
It felt like months since they became trapped here. Time was a difficult concept to grasp in this place yet somehow Peter could feel it pass. Doubtless that was just another part of the prison but the longer he stayed here, the harder it became for him to remember that this was all just in Sylar’s mind.
Peter sat with a foot dangling over the ledge, waiting for Sylar. He knew that the man would show up sooner or later. Despite having the entire city of New York to get lost in, there weren’t very many places either of them actually went.
“You going to jump?” The voice drew Peter out of his thoughts and he turned to look at Sylar.
“Maybe,” Peter answered with a smile playing on the corner of his lip. Would he even get hurt, if he did? He gazed out over the vast emptiness of the city and for a moment he honestly did consider jumping.
“Don’t jump, Peter,” Sylar murmured. “Please.” Before he knew what was happening Peter felt Sylar’s lips on his. There was a moment of stunned shock and then Peter was shoving the killer away.
“Get the hell away from me!” He left the roof before what happened could fully sink in.
--
Together they stood watching as Claire climbed up the Ferris wheel. No one made a move to stop her. They were too stunned to do anything. Peter kept his eyes trained on her. He knew what was going to happen; his heart started hammering wildly in his chest.
Then she was falling, and cameras were following her descent. Peter tried not to wince when she hit the ground. He felt Sylar shift by his side and Peter turned to the taller man.
“This is going to change everything."
“Yes,” Sylar agreed. He had an almost dreamy look in his eyes. “It’s a brave new world.” Their eyes met and Sylar hesitated. Then he leaned down and kissed Peter on the mouth. Peter didn’t fight against the advance, but he didn’t reciprocate either. It felt good, though. Better than he would’ve expected.
--
Peter asked Sylar to move in with him. It only made sense, after everything they went through together. That and his apartment would feel incredibly empty without Sylar there. There wasn’t much for Sylar to bring in when he moved; it only took about five minutes for him to get settled.
“It’s so empty in here,” Sylar observed. He spotted the mattress on the floor and raised a questioning eyebrow. Peter gave a little shrug of his shoulders.
“It doesn’t feel that way to me.”
“You have no furniture,” Sylar reminded him impatiently.
“I don’t need furniture.” Peter smiled up at the man, leaning in. Sylar met him halfway and their lips met. The caress was slow at first but quickly grew hungry. Peter grabbed at Sylar, pulling him toward the mattress.
They didn’t need furniture. They could shut out the world, if only for a few minutes.
It felt like months since they became trapped here. Time was a difficult concept to grasp in this place yet somehow Peter could feel it pass. Doubtless that was just another part of the prison but the longer he stayed here, the harder it became for him to remember that this was all just in Sylar’s mind.
Peter sat with a foot dangling over the ledge, waiting for Sylar. He knew that the man would show up sooner or later. Despite having the entire city of New York to get lost in, there weren’t very many places either of them actually went.
“You going to jump?” The voice drew Peter out of his thoughts and he turned to look at Sylar.
“Maybe,” Peter answered with a smile playing on the corner of his lip. Would he even get hurt, if he did? He gazed out over the vast emptiness of the city and for a moment he honestly did consider jumping.
“Don’t jump, Peter,” Sylar murmured. “Please.” Before he knew what was happening Peter felt Sylar’s lips on his. There was a moment of stunned shock and then Peter was shoving the killer away.
“Get the hell away from me!” He left the roof before what happened could fully sink in.
--
Together they stood watching as Claire climbed up the Ferris wheel. No one made a move to stop her. They were too stunned to do anything. Peter kept his eyes trained on her. He knew what was going to happen; his heart started hammering wildly in his chest.
Then she was falling, and cameras were following her descent. Peter tried not to wince when she hit the ground. He felt Sylar shift by his side and Peter turned to the taller man.
“This is going to change everything."
“Yes,” Sylar agreed. He had an almost dreamy look in his eyes. “It’s a brave new world.” Their eyes met and Sylar hesitated. Then he leaned down and kissed Peter on the mouth. Peter didn’t fight against the advance, but he didn’t reciprocate either. It felt good, though. Better than he would’ve expected.
--
Peter asked Sylar to move in with him. It only made sense, after everything they went through together. That and his apartment would feel incredibly empty without Sylar there. There wasn’t much for Sylar to bring in when he moved; it only took about five minutes for him to get settled.
“It’s so empty in here,” Sylar observed. He spotted the mattress on the floor and raised a questioning eyebrow. Peter gave a little shrug of his shoulders.
“It doesn’t feel that way to me.”
“You have no furniture,” Sylar reminded him impatiently.
“I don’t need furniture.” Peter smiled up at the man, leaning in. Sylar met him halfway and their lips met. The caress was slow at first but quickly grew hungry. Peter grabbed at Sylar, pulling him toward the mattress.
They didn’t need furniture. They could shut out the world, if only for a few minutes.