flying_monkees | Bonding Time

Title: Bonding Time
Characters: Peter/Sylar
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Porn and spoilers up to episode 3.2
Disclaimer: Heroes does not belong to me no matter how much I wish it did.
Summary: Peter and Sylar try a little bonding time.
Tables/Prompts: Slash/We Shouldn't
A/N: This was written for

mission_insane and for

perdiccas's HAKM II. Beta'd by the wonderful

flwrpwr_vampyre.

It started out innocently enough. Peter was sitting next to him on the couch and they were watching a movie. They were still trying to get a grip on the fact that they were brothers and Peter had had the bright idea of “bonding” by spending Saturday nights together. Sylar had grudgingly gone along with it, trying to prove that he was changing for the better. He had a feeling that Peter didn’t really trust him, which was why Peter wanted to spend a Saturday night keeping an eye on him.

Sylar glanced over at Peter, watching his face. He was bored with the movie, it’d been Peter’s pick and he hated foreign films. He wanted action, gore, horror, anything but two hours of dialogue. He rested his cheek on his fist, staring glassy eyed at the screen, mentally groaning when he realized they’d only been watching this for an hour and there was another hour to go.

Peter glanced over at Sylar, frowning. “I heard that. Look, if you didn’t want to watch this, why the hell didn’t you say so?” He grumped, glaring at his brother. “Fuck Sylar, I’m trying here, you could cooperate a little!” He picked up the remote, turning the movie off.

Sylar looked guiltily at Peter. “Sorry, I didn’t want to piss you off. I was trying to watch it but its so goddamned boring! How can you watch that crap?” He shifted on the couch, sitting up. He was feeling antsy now, like he needed to do something. Peter watched him fidgeting, rolling his eyes.

“God Sylar, can’t you ever sit still?” Peter snapped out. Sylar just glared at him, forcing himself to sit still next to Peter. After a few minutes, he started fidgeting again. With a huff of breath, Peter threw one of the couch pillows at Sylar’s head, grinning when it hit him in the face. “That’ll teach you.”

Sylar flung the pillow back at Peter, who ducked as it flew at him. Raising his eyebrows, Peter turned quick, starting to tickle Sylar in the ribs. With a giggle, Sylar grabbed Peter’s arms, pushing him down on the floor, straddling his waist. “Think you’re so funny, don’t ya?” Sylar smiled maliciously down at Peter, tilting his head. “Don’t forget, I know your ticklish spots…” He dug a finger into Peter’s armpit, watching the younger man squirm underneath him.

Peter laughed breathlessly as he tried to get away from Sylar. This was something they both would’ve found impossible to believe would happen even just a few short months ago. Now…now they were acting more like brothers should, even though they were still both leery of each other. He grabbed Sylar around the waist, using his feet to push off the floor, upsetting Sylar’s balance. With a grunt, the taller man was flipped over onto his back, staring up at Peter in surprise.

“Damn, where’d you learn that one?” Sylar didn’t know that Peter had those kinds of moves, he didn’t seem the type.

“Nathan taught me. He said he wanted to make sure I could always defend myself. It helps having an older brother that was in the armed forces.” Peter said, starting to tickle Sylar’s ribs, moving down to his hips and digging fingers in there. “Wonder if you’re ticklish in the same spots as he is…” Peter moved a hand down Sylar’s leg, twisting at the waist to reach his foot, trailing a finger lightly over Sylar's instep.

Sylar let out a yelp, bucking up hard against Peter to dislodge him. “Fuck Peter! Don’t do that!” He managed to throw Peter off of him and he lay half across the other man, pinning him down. Peter wrapped his legs around Sylar’s then spun around, trapping the taller man beneath him again. They both maneuvered around, trying to pin the other down long enough to tickle. They were becoming sweaty and both were laughing, loving the chance to horse around with each other, bodies pressing against each other as they found new places that brought out squeals and yelps.

Neither was sure when things changed, but Peter was the first to notice that Sylar’s hand up his shirt was no longer tickling but stroking along his ribs. It still tickled but…in a different way. He could feel a slow heat starting to curl up from his stomach and he arched up against Sylar’s chest, pressing against him. Sylar inhaled sharply as he stared down at Peter. He grinned, hand sliding up Peter’s chest to brush against a nipple, his head bending down to bite at Peter’s neck.

Peter growled, wanting more. Sylar was being to damned gentle and that wasn’t what he needed. He gripped Sylar’s shirt, flipping him over onto his back, smirking down at him. He flung a leg over Sylar’s waist, straddling him, sitting back so his ass was grinding down onto Sylar’s erection, his smirk widening as he heard the moan escaping the other man. He took Sylar’s shirt in his hands, ripping it open, hearing buttons pinging off the floor and walls. Sylar looked up at Peter in surprise, not used to seeing this side of the empath.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Peter?” Sylar said in a low voice, searching Peter’s face. Peter just shrugged, then leaned down, biting down on Sylar’s nipples hard then laving his tongue over it gently. Sylar arched up in surprise, grinding his cock into Peter’s ass. Peter laughed breathlessly; then ran his tongue up to Sylar’s neck, biting hard again as he ground down against Sylar, the moan coming from the taller man music to his ears. He wondered what other sounds he could make Sylar make.

Peter raised an eyebrow when he felt hands fumbling at his pants and he growled in frustration. This was taking too long, Sylar was taking too long. He lashed out, cutting the clothes off of both men, flinging the tattered remains off to the side as he attacked Sylar’s neck again. He could feel the other man’s hands going to his back, scratching down, leaving welts and bloody furrows in their wake, the sensation of them healing making him moan. He reached between them, taking Sylar’s cock in hand and roughly stroking him, feeling him harden.

Sylar gasped, bucking up into Peter’s hand as he cupped the nurse’s ass, pulling him closer. He flipped them, pushing Peter over and looming over him. With a smirk, he kissed down Peter’s body, biting and nipping as he went. When he got to Peter’s erection, he nuzzled the short hairs there before continuing to his destination. He glanced up at Peter’s face as he nipped at one of the empath’s balls before sucking it into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. Peter yelped, his back arching off the floor as he felt Sylar’s teeth bite again. His eyes closed blissfully and he moaned as Sylar did the same to his other ball, his fingers curling in the carpet as teeth grazed over his perineum before Sylar scooped his hips up, lifting him so he could get at Peter’s entrance.

Peter keened as he felt Sylar’s tongue force its way into him. Fuck that felt so good and he thrust back, needing more. “Dammit Sylar, stop screwing around and fuck me!” he snarled, grabbing Sylar by the hair and pulling him up for a bruising kiss. Sylar kissed him back, sucking on his bottom lip, hands roughly caressing Peter’s body before moving down to wrap around his leaking cock. Peter moaned into Sylar’s mouth, bucking into Sylar’s hand, needing friction, more everything.

Sylar pulled back, moving so he was between Peter’s thighs. He spat in his hand, running it along the length of his cock before setting the head against Peter’s entrance, pushing into him with a single thrust. Peter cried out at the pain, eyes squeezed tightly shut, a single tear running down the side of his face. Even though Sylar knew that Peter could heal he was still gentle, cupping the empath's face and softly kissing him and after a few slow thrusts, Peter started to relax into them, pushing back against Sylar.

With a growl, Sylar started moving faster, each thrust harder then the one before. He was enjoying the small whimpers and cries coming from the smaller man and it spurred him on. Wrapping his hand around Peter’s cock, he started stroking him roughly, squeezing the base and twisting his wrist at the head. He bent down, capturing Peter’s mouth again, forcing his mouth open and sucking on his tongue.

Peter wrapped his legs around Sylar’s waist, digging his heels into the other man, wordlessly urging him to be rougher. Soft murmurs poured out of Peter, encouraging Sylar to continue as he scratched down his back. Sylar snarled, hand slipping off of Peter’s cock as he propped himself up on shaky arms. Each thrust got him deeper and he could feel his balls slapping against Peter’s ass. With a hoarse cry, he came inside the smaller man, nearly collapsing on top of him. He wrapped his hand back around Peter’s cock, jerking it roughly as he tried to get his breath back.

“God please, Sylar.” Peter gasped out, his back arching up off the floor. He felt a tingle curl up from his toes and his whole body shuddered. Sylar pulled out carefully, nuzzling Peter’s neck as he took his free hand, cupping his balls and kneading them as he kept his hand on Peter’s cock moving fast and rough. “Fuck!” Peter screamed, his cock giving one last hard twitch as he came on Sylar’s hand. He fell back against the floor, aftershocks running through him as Sylar kept stroking him, playing with him. Whimpering, he finally started to calm down.

“God damn Sylar, where the hell did you learn that?” Peter managed to get out between gulps of air.

Sylar chuckled against Peter’s neck, relaxing against him. “I wasn’t totally celibate Peter.”

Peter stroked Sylar’s hair, sighing happily. He didn’t want to move and apparently neither did Sylar as he curled around Peter’s smaller frame, burying his nose into the empath’s neck. Sylar grabbed the blanket off the couch, covering them both as they fell asleep.

Bonding Time

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