Heroes Fic: Price of Admission (The Echoes Remix)
I should probably share my entries from Remix Redux 11. I did this little ditty for the Remix Madness round, where anyone can put their stories up to be remixed. I chose an old favorite :)
Title: Price of Admission (The Echoes Remix)
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Sylar/Peter
Rating: R
Word Count: ~300
Content Advisory: mild BDSM (restraint), and use of powers for sex-related purposes
Notes: Remixed from jaunt-chat's Cost of Silence
Summary: Peter may not like everything they do in bed, but he can pretend.
“Do you like that?” Sylar asks.
When Peter answers, “Yes,” what he means is, “I’ll take whatever I can get,” or “I don’t deserve to protest,” or possibly “Somebody should punish me.”
But Sylar responds to what he hears, and pushes Peter more firmly to the floor with precise telekinetic strength. He looms over Peter, close enough to kiss if Peter could move, which he can’t. “You’re so beautiful like this. When you struggle.”
It’s the praise that makes Peter’s cock twitch against his belly, but Sylar’s crooked grin shows he’s taken it as evidence of Peter’s interest in this game, this vestigial manifestation of their old rivalry: holding Peter still, helpless, while Sylar takes what he wants.
Peter wants to touch and be touched. He’s always been tactile, always seeped into the personal space of those around him, always used his hands to reassure himself of the strength of a personal connection. Denied the chance to touch as he will in this moment, he has to content himself with what Sylar doles out-a firm press of his lips against Peter’s shoulder, the tease of his finger up Peter’s thigh.
Peter throws his head back, writhing under Sylar’s telekinetic confinement. He’s seething with impatience, but he will not let Sylar see it. He owes Sylar this much. Owes him everything.
“You love this,” Sylar purrs, seeing Peter’s desperation.
I love you, Peter thinks, but he parts his licks his lips and smiles up at Sylar. It’s enough to tempt him, finally, into contact. And when they finally come together, Peter decides it’s worth the wait, worth enduring anything, to have Sylar be his again.
Title: Price of Admission (The Echoes Remix)
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Sylar/Peter
Rating: R
Word Count: ~300
Content Advisory: mild BDSM (restraint), and use of powers for sex-related purposes
Notes: Remixed from jaunt-chat's Cost of Silence
Summary: Peter may not like everything they do in bed, but he can pretend.
“Do you like that?” Sylar asks.
When Peter answers, “Yes,” what he means is, “I’ll take whatever I can get,” or “I don’t deserve to protest,” or possibly “Somebody should punish me.”
But Sylar responds to what he hears, and pushes Peter more firmly to the floor with precise telekinetic strength. He looms over Peter, close enough to kiss if Peter could move, which he can’t. “You’re so beautiful like this. When you struggle.”
It’s the praise that makes Peter’s cock twitch against his belly, but Sylar’s crooked grin shows he’s taken it as evidence of Peter’s interest in this game, this vestigial manifestation of their old rivalry: holding Peter still, helpless, while Sylar takes what he wants.
Peter wants to touch and be touched. He’s always been tactile, always seeped into the personal space of those around him, always used his hands to reassure himself of the strength of a personal connection. Denied the chance to touch as he will in this moment, he has to content himself with what Sylar doles out-a firm press of his lips against Peter’s shoulder, the tease of his finger up Peter’s thigh.
Peter throws his head back, writhing under Sylar’s telekinetic confinement. He’s seething with impatience, but he will not let Sylar see it. He owes Sylar this much. Owes him everything.
“You love this,” Sylar purrs, seeing Peter’s desperation.
I love you, Peter thinks, but he parts his licks his lips and smiles up at Sylar. It’s enough to tempt him, finally, into contact. And when they finally come together, Peter decides it’s worth the wait, worth enduring anything, to have Sylar be his again.