Power Play

[flying_monkees]

Title: Power Play
Characters: Peter/Sylar
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con turned dub-con
Disclaimer: Heroes does not belong to me no matter how much I wish it did.
Summary: Peter and Sylar have a fight on the roof.
Tables/Prompts:  Slash/Distract. 
A/N:  Written for mission_insane and perdiccas's HAKM II.  Beta'd by the wonderful flwrpwr_vampyre.

 

Sylar hit the wall hard, head bouncing off as Peter threw him.  He saw stars for a few minutes as he felt his skull knit itself back together.  With a snarl, he flung his hand out, sending Peter across the roof and nearly over the edge.

 

Peter barely stopped before falling off.  Getting his feet back underneath him, he launched himself at Sylar; catching the other man around the waist and pile-driving him into the roof.  Peter lay there panting as he noticed Sylar had been knocked out.  He didn’t have much time…

 

Sylar woke up on his stomach, shaking his head to clear it.  He could feel something heavy against his back and cool air rushing along his bare skin.  There was a sudden pressure of something being pushed past his entrance and he gasped out in surprise.  “What the fuck?!”  He yelped, trying to scramble away from that unknown pressure.

 

“Fuck you’re tight Sylar.  Never had anything up your ass before, huh?”  Peter ground out, forcing another finger into Sylar, twisting and scissoring his fingers, stretching Sylar out.  He grinned at the sharp breath Sylar took and he ground down against the killer’s ass.

 

Sylar tried to twist his body away from Peter but the other man had him pinned too well.  He started to use Sprague’s power but Peter just chuckled at him. 

 

“Won’t work on me, remember?  I have it too.  I’ve got you right where I want you now.”  Peter pushed a third finger into Sylar, smiling at the howl he let out at the intrusion.

 

“I’m going to kill you Petrelli, tear you apart so you never grow back together.”  Sylar spat out, twisting and turning, trying desperately to get free.

 

“Yeah, good luck with that.  You’re loving this, I can tell.  Look how hard you’re getting.”  Peter reached around to Sylar’s front, running a rough hand down the length of his cock.  Sylar howled in rage again and Peter put a knee into the small of his back to hold him down.

 

Sylar tried to throw Peter off of him, but the nurse was expecting it and didn’t go anywhere.  Every time he tried to use something on Peter he was able to just shrug it off.  When the hell did Petrelli get better at controlling his powers?  He tried to bite back the moans threatening to escape his throat as he felt Peter’s fingers searching inside of him.  A cry was ripped from his throat as Peter hit that bundle of nerves deep inside of him, his back arching up and fingers gouging deep into the wood.

 

Peter grinned determinedly as he shifted his knee from Sylar’s back to between the man’s thighs, using one hand to undo his pants and shoving them down.  “Admit it, you want this, otherwise you would’ve escaped already.  Tell me you want me Sylar; tell me you want me to fuck you within an inch of your life.”  He panted at the other man as he spat into his hand, slicking his cock as well as he could.  Without giving Sylar a chance to answer, he pushed into that tight heat, groaning as he did so.

 

Sylar froze, his breathing stopped.   He’d never had anyone do this to him before and he should be furious, angry.  But instead he could feel nothing but pain slowly giving way to pleasure as Peter started to rock back and forth, sliding in and out with slow determination.  His body shook as he felt Peter’s hands go to his waist, lifting his hips so he could get deeper and Sylar let out a guttural moan as he felt Peter slide in further.  He rested his forehead against the roof, eyes fluttering shut as he gave into the pleasure working its way through his body.

 

Peter flipped his head, trying to get his sweaty hair off his face so he could see that wonderful, pale body underneath him.  Frowning in concentration, he listened to the soft sounds Sylar was making, shifting angles to increase the noises.  He grinned when he hit Sylar’s prostate again and the killer gave a sharp yelp, jerking forward.  Feeling confident that Sylar was lost in the sensations, he reached around, taking Sylar’s throbbing cock in his hand, gently stroking it in time with his thrusts.

 

Sylar felt his cock give a hard twitch in Peter’s hand as he let out a hoarse cry, cum shooting out and covering Peter’s hand and the roof below him.  He took in ragged breaths, trying to stop his head from spinning as he felt Peter pounding into him harder, his hips moving erratically.

 

Peter shifted his hands back to Sylar’s waist, digging fingernails into the soft skin, leaving behind half-moon indents that disappeared as quickly as they showed.  Throwing his head back suddenly, he came hard inside Sylar, slumping over his back as he tried to clear his vision.  “Was that good for you t-?”  Peter started to murmur as he carefully pulled out of Sylar.

 

Before he even had time to think, he felt himself flying through the air, landing on the edge of the building, feeling his back snap.  He tried to lift his head to see the furious face standing over him, but he couldn’t move.

 

“You ever fucking do that again Petrelli and I’ll make sure there’s no fucking way you ever come back!”  Sylar snarled as he did his pants back up, glaring down at the other man.  He turned on his heel, walking away.  “Next time I top!”

Comments

[avaserenity.livejournal.com]

“Next time I top!”

BEST. LINE. EVER.

Love this!

[flying-monkees.livejournal.com]

*hee* Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed. And of course Sylar wouldn't let Peter think he could top next time. *grin*