Unexpected Company

[flying_monkees]

Title: Unexpected Company
Author: flying_monkees 
Characters: Peter/Gabriel/Sylar, an unexpected visitor
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smex and breath play
Word Count:  2,891
Disclaimer: Heroes does not belong to me no matter how much I wish it did.
Summary: Sylar and Gabriel show up at Peter's for Christmas
Table/Prompt:  Written for mission_insane's Kink/Asphyxiation
A/N:  Written for capn_mactastic's Advent Calendar and is a sequel What's For Dinner.  I've forgotten how much fun Petlar (Petlariel) is.  This is written in Lana's Smut Stew 'verse where Sylar and Gabriel are seperate split personalities and Sylar thinks in bold and Gabriel in italics.  Beta'd by pyjamagurl.  Merry Christmas everyone!

 

Peter hummed as he moved around the kitchen.  Sylar and Gabriel had made him promise that he would wear this when they showed up and it was only fair.  It was going to be one of their Christmas presents from him.  He carefully reached into the oven to pull the sheet of cookies out.  He was naked save for the apron he was wearing and he didn’t want to burn anything important.  Not that it wouldn’t heal, but it would be uncomfortable until then.  Just the thought of surprising both men with his look was enough for his cock to give a hard twitch.  Hearing the doorbell, he grinned and set the cookies down to cool.  Walking quickly to the door he yanked it open and pounced on the man standing in the doorway. 

 

“You’re here!  I wasn’t expecting you for another…” he froze, staring into the wide eyes of his brother.  “N-Nathan,” he gasped out.  “What are you doing here?”

 

Nathan raised an eyebrow and looked at what his brother was wearing.  “Peter.  I see that you’re expecting company.  Anyone I know?” 

 

Peter blushed as he pulled away from Nathan, trying to pull the apron down to cover his wilting cock.  “No one you know.  I’m sorry Nathan; if I’d known you were coming over I would’ve been dressed.”

 

Sylar stopped as he came around the corner to Peter’s apartment.  He could see Nathan standing there.

 

Shit, this isn’t good.  What the hell is he doing here?

 

I have no idea.  Do you think we should wait until he’s gone?

 

I think we’d better.  Peter might get pissed if we show up now.

 

Sylar stepped back around the corner and went to the window at the end of the hallway, opening it and stepping out onto the fire escape.  It was freezing outside but it was better then being caught by Peter’s brother.

 

Nathan gave a snort of disgust.  “At least cover yourself up so I can talk to you Peter.” 

 

Peter looked at him and frowned.  “You’re the one that showed up on my doorstep unannounced Nathan.  What the hell do you want?”  He reached behind the door and grabbed a long coat, putting it on and tightening it around himself.  “My company’s coming soon, so whatever you have to say, say it quick.”  He was worried that Sylar would show up while Nathan was here and it wouldn’t be pretty.  Trying to explain to his over critical brother why a serial killer was showing up at his door and he was waiting for him naked was not something he was looking forward to.

 

“Ma sent me over to invite you over for dinner.  She’s worried about you and she wants to see you.”

 

“She knows where to find me and if she was so worried she could’ve called,” Peter snapped.  “This isn’t about coming over for dinner, why are you really here Nathan?”

 

Nathan sighed.  “Look Pete, there’s some nonsense going around about you and Ma wanted to make sure that you were okay.  You’ve been acting so weird lately.  Sometimes you act normal, but other times…”  He gave Peter’s shoulder a squeeze.

 

“I’m fine Nate.  I just have…some things on my mind.  Really, that’s all.  Well, that and I’m sorta seeing someone,” Peter said, not wanting to get into whom exactly.  His mother knew but he didn’t think she’d told Nathan.  He would’ve been a lot angrier if he did know. 

 

Nathan’s face brightened.  “So there is a girl, huh?  That’s great.  Ma wouldn’t say if she knew but I thought so.  Why don’t you bring her over?  Let her meet the family?”

 

Peter blanched.  He could just imagine the kind of reception Sylar or Gabriel would get if he brought them over for dinner.  A shudder ran down his spine.  That was just too horrifying to think about.  “We haven’t been seeing each other for long Nathan.  I don’t want to scare them with a Petrelli family meal.  Maybe some other time, okay?”

 

“Okay, I can see your point.  But Pete, next time make sure you have some clothes on when you open the door, huh?  You never know who’s going to be on the other side.”  Nathan gave him a pat on the back before heading back downstairs. 

 

Peter scowled after him, slamming the door shut and tearing off the coat.  God, how could Nathan be such an ass?  He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down before Sylar showed up.  Another knock on the door caused him to groan.  He yanked the door open.  “Damn it Nathan!  I told you-” 

 

“Well, you may have told Nathan, but I didn’t do anything wrong.”  Sylar smirked, his eyes traveling up and down Peter’s body.  “Gee, is that for me?”

 

Did we ruin the surprise?  Gabriel piped up from the back of Sylar’s mind.  I like this surprise.  You should answer the door like this more often.

 

Peter chuckled and pulled Sylar inside the apartment.  “Sorry.  Nathan was here and was on my case.  I wanted to surprise you.”  He wrapped his hands around Sylar’s neck and pulled him down for a harsh kiss.  Sighing, he let go of the taller man.  “I’m sorry I snapped, I thought you were him.  You’re early; I didn’t expect you for a while yet.”

 

“Gabriel wouldn’t leave me alone until we came.  He wanted to see what our surprise was.”  Sylar watched Peter walk into the kitchen, admiring the view.  Peter’s ass looked really good like that, framed by the strings of the apron.  The front barely covered the nurse’s cock and he grinned at the sight.

 

Peter glanced over his shoulder and saw Sylar watching him.  He swung his hips as he walked, grinning as he saw Sylar’s eyes follow the movement.  “I made some cookies, if you’re interested,” he picked up a chocolate chip cookie, still warm and gooey and walked back to Sylar, holding it up for him.

 

Oh yum!  I love cookies. 

 

Sylar rolled his eyes.  “You like any sweets.”  He bit into the cookie Peter was holding and a gooey piece of chocolate dripped down his chin.  Reaching up to wipe it away, he looked at Peter in surprise when he stopped his hand. 

 

“Let me get it,” Peter said mischievously, reaching up and running his tongue up the trail the chocolate left behind.

 

Sylar let out a low moan as he felt Peter’s tongue travel from under his chin up to his lips.  Peter licked across Sylar’s bottom lip and then slipped inside his mouth.  He swept his tongue through Sylar’s mouth, chasing the chocolate taste.

 

“Mmmmmm, that does taste good,” Peter murmured when he pulled back from Sylar, licking his own lips.  Sylar watched transfixed.  “Want some more?” he held up the cookie again.

 

Sylar just nodded, too dazed from the kiss to protest.  He bit off more of the cookie and found he’d taken too much.  Peter stopped him from pushing the cookie all the way in and he covered Sylar’s mouth with his, using his tongue to push the cookie the rest of the way in.  Peter pulled back again and popped the last bite of cookie into his mouth.

 

“You taste good with chocolate.  We might have to explore that more later.”

 

Sylar blinked at Peter.  “Yeah, that…that sounds good,” he grabbed Peter and pulled him closer, his hands going to Peter’s bare ass and caressing it.  “Though I think we have other things to do in mind.”  Bending his head he attacked Peter’s neck, kissing and nipping it.

 

“Really?  I made dinner for nothing then?” Peter smirked.

 

Dinner?  You cooked and baked?  Gabriel piped up.  Sylar growled at him.

 

You’re supposed to be gone Gabe. 

 

I just wanted to see what Peter had for us.  Gabriel pouted.

 

Fine, just keep quiet then.  This is my time.  Gabriel sighed but kept quiet.

 

Peter tangled his fingers into Sylar’s hair at the back of his head.  “Will you two stop bickering?  Otherwise I won’t give you the rest of your presents.” 

 

Sylar pulled back, looking down at Peter.  “The rest of our presents, what else did you get us?” he felt his stomach give a twist.  They hadn’t gotten Peter anything, they hadn’t even thought about it.  But they should’ve known better.

 

We forgot to get Peter something?  How could we have been so careless?  For all the nice things he’s done for us and we didn’t get him anything.  Gabriel whined at Sylar, keeping the thought away from Peter.

 

I’m thinking Gabriel.  Just be quiet.  Sylar thought back.  They were going to have to improvise and hope Peter didn’t catch on.  He thought fast, desperate to come up with something.

 

Peter looked at Sylar.  He could tell something was wrong, but he couldn’t hear them talking to each other.  Whatever it was, they didn’t want him to know about it.  He cupped Sylar’s face, looking him straight in the eyes.  “What’s going on?” he asked gently.

 

“Nothing.  There’s nothing going on.” 

 

Peter watched Sylar’s face for a few minutes, trying to decide if they were hiding something from him or not.  Sylar could see Peter thinking too much so he distracted him the only way he could think of at the moment.  He reached under Peter’s apron and skimmed his fingers along Peter’s cock.

 

“You did say something about this being our Christmas present, right?” a wolfish grin spread across Sylar’s face.  Peter inhaled sharply before smiling. 

 

“I did.  And you have to unwrap it, after dinner,” Peter chuckled.

 

“What if I don’t want to wait until after dinner?  The food’ll wait a bit.”  Sylar ghosted his fingers over Peter’s sac before wrapping them around Peter’s hardening cock.  He gave it a few slow strokes, watching Peter’s face.

 

Peter let out a low groan, his hands going to Sylar’s arms and he gripped them tight.  “What did you have in mind?”

 

Sylar just smirked, walking backwards and pulling Peter along by his cock.  Peter let out a hiss but followed the killer into the bedroom and stood there, hips bucking forward lightly as Sylar sat on the edge of the bed.  “I think this is a good place to start.”  He pulled Peter closer, telekinetic hands going to the apron strings and untying them.  The apron hung loosely off of Peter’s shoulders and he reached up to take it off.  Sylar stopped his hands. 

 

“No.  You got to fuck Gabe like this, it’s our turn now.”  Sylar yanked on Peter’s arm, pulling him down onto the bed face first.

 

Peter let out an “oomph” but didn’t fight back.  “Well, if you’re sure about this…” he pulled a bottle of lube out of the apron pocket, handing it to Sylar.  The taller man raised an eyebrow as he took the bottle.

 

“You were expecting to get lucky?”

 

“Something like that,” Peter snickered.

 

Sylar stood up and quickly pulled his clothes off, shivering at the cool air.  Squeezing out some of the lube onto his fingers, he pushed two into Peter, scissoring and stretching the other man.  Peter let out a long sigh, loving how rough Sylar was being, just the way he liked it.  He pushed down on the fingers and Sylar added a third finger.

 

This is the best Christmas present ever.  But I get a turn too, right?  Gabriel piped up.

 

Sylar growled at him.  Shut up Gabe.  You’ll get your present when it’s your turn.  It’s my present right now.

 

“If you two keep fighting, no one’s getting a present.” 

 

Gabriel slipped back and kept his mouth shut.  There was no way he was going to jeopardize his turn with Peter.  Sylar pulled his fingers back and squeezed more lube on his hand, coating his cock and pushing Peter further onto the bed.  Peter lay with his head on the bed, turned to the side so he could see Sylar, with his ass in the air. 

 

“If you don’t hurry up, the food’s going to get cold.” 

 

Sylar gave Peter a dirty look and gently pushed into Peter, teasing him.  He knew how much the nurse hated going slow sometimes and he’d been teasing him enough just now to know Peter was getting frustrated.  He gripped Peter’s hips and pushed forward hard, filling the nurse up.  Peter cried out and he grabbed fistfuls of the sheets.

 

“Fuck Sylar,” Peter gasped out.  Sylar just grinned and started to move in and out, building up a rhythm.

 

“What?  I thought you liked this.”  Sylar slammed into Peter, pulling him back by the hips to get deeper. 

 

Peter bit down hard on his bottom lip, trying not to make too much noise as the neighbors had been complaining again.  He loved when Sylar was rough with him, when he lost control.  “I do, but you’re being too gentle.  C’mon Sylar, give me what I want,” he looked over his shoulder at Sylar as he got up on his hands and knees. Pushing back on the other man he moaned a dirty little moan, trying to egg Sylar on, and looked at the man with a wanton expression.

 

Sylar growled, pulling Peter up against his chest and bucked hard into him, pounding into him.  He ran his hands down Peter’s body and cupped his balls, caressing them and giving them a rough squeeze.  His fingers slid up Peter’s cock, brushing over the head.  Peter keened and his hips gave a hard buck forward.  “Damn it, Sylar.  Stop teasing,” Peter snapped at him.

 

A hard roll of his hips and Sylar slammed into Peter, his balls smacking against the nurse’s ass.  “This is what you want then?  You want me to hurt you?”  A whimper escaped Peter and Sylar moved one hand up to Peter’s throat, closing over it.  He squeezed carefully, not wanting to really hurt Peter though the other man would heal.  It was always strange that he could lose control with Peter like this and the nurse just kept coming back for more. 

 

Peter’s breath started to whistle under Sylar’s constricting hand but he kept pushing back against the killer, then bucking forward into his hand.  This was what he craved, this feeling of not being in control.  He trusted Sylar not to go too far but there was still that little ball in the back of his head that one day the killer wouldn’t be able to stop himself in time and truly hurt him.  It was that thrill he chased.  His breathing became more labored as Sylar tightened his grip on Peter’s neck as he continued to pound harder into him.

 

“Want you, need you,” Sylar hissed into Peter’s ear, his hand going faster on Peter’s cock and his other squeezing Peter’s neck until he couldn’t breathe.  Peter’s hands started to scrabble for something to hang on to.  Peter’s vision blurred, threatening to black out, and his hips gave a hard buck forward as he came over Sylar’s hand and the apron. 

 

Sylar snarled and his rhythmic pounding became erratic.  He continued to squeeze Peter’s neck and his hand left Peter’s cock to rest on the nurse’s hip as he slammed balls deep into him.  A hoarse cry was ripped from his throat as he came inside of Peter, vaguely aware that he was still choking him.  He forced his fingers to let go and he slumped against Peter, both men falling onto the bed.  Peter gasped for air, feeling the bruises on his neck healing already.  It sent a shiver down his spine, starting aftershocks through Sylar. 

 

Can I have my present now?  Gabriel piped up.  Peter let out a groan as Sylar carefully pulled out of him and rolled over onto his back on the bed next to him.

 

You just can’t wait your turn, can you?  Sylar snapped tiredly.  He was too happy and satisfied to put up much of a fight with Gabriel.  Gabriel pouted.

 

I just want to give Peter my present.

 

Peter lay half on top of Sylar, kissing him gently.  “I promise Gabriel, you’ll get your turn.  But I think we need some rest and food first.  C’mon, let’s go eat before the food get’s cold.”  He pulled the apron off, cleaning himself and Sylar off before tossing it in a corner of the room.  He walked unsteadily into the kitchen to dish up the dinner.

 

Do you think Peter liked his present?  Gabriel whispered to Sylar, making sure to keep it private.

 

He better have.  Hopefully he won’t realize that we forgot to get him something.  Sylar winced as he got off the bed, heading into the kitchen. 

 

This was a great idea you had.  Which reminds me, I have to give you your present. Gabriel grinned.  Sylar shot him a dirty look.

 

Later.  Let’s get something to eat first.  Peter’s going to need all the strength he can get to survive your present.  Sylar chuckled as he sat down at the table, watching Peter serve dinner.  How had they managed to get so lucky as to have Peter in their lives?

 

Because he loves us and like he tells us, we deserve to be loved.

 

Sylar wasn’t sure about that, but he knew that he wouldn’t change anything.  He wanted Peter in their lives as long as the other man was willing to put up with them. 

Comments

[flying-monkees.livejournal.com]

*grin* I'm glad you liked hun. Sorry you're still feeling sick. *huggles* I'm just glad you dragged yourself out of bed long enough to post and read. :D