[ Peter's skin shifts and tightens under Sylar's fingers and it's occured to him that when the other man snaps out of his momentary confusion, he will attempt in some way to shove him off, but he cares little about that when he's tasting a strange new flavor of wrong and the tension between them is thick enough to almost make Sylar feel as if he's the one who can't breathe.
The push to his shoulder finally comes, accompanied by his name said in that warning tone, and there's something so ... appealing about Peter trying to be tough and defiant that becomes horribly clear right now.
Their relationship is blood and fury and Sylar gets so incredibly hot when his vision begins to bleed red and just like that he buries a hand in Peter's hair and pulls. He pulls hard with his fingers biting into his scalp until he can crush that protest and until they're close enough to share breathing space and heat and breathe into each other, and that's too close, closer than they should ever be and it's perfect and awful. ]
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The push to his shoulder finally comes, accompanied by his name said in that warning tone, and there's something so ... appealing about Peter trying to be tough and defiant that becomes horribly clear right now.
Their relationship is blood and fury and Sylar gets so incredibly hot when his vision begins to bleed red and just like that he buries a hand in Peter's hair and pulls. He pulls hard with his fingers biting into his scalp until he can crush that protest and until they're close enough to share breathing space and heat and breathe into each other, and that's too close, closer than they should ever be and it's perfect and awful. ]