Pieces to a puzzle...

[fixthepast]

Somehow I've found myself working for the Company.  Still not sure how that happened but it's not something I was going to turn down either.  A chance to be around all these specials?  Gain their powers and fuck with their minds?  What's not to love?  But for now I have to do all the tedious work and the first person I get to see is Sylar. He comes

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[fixthepast]

"I'll teach you if you want." He should know what they all are if he's going to tear the music apart like that. "Seeing them would be better. It's always good to hear them in person, they sound so much better." I shake my head at his question. "No. I wanted to learn guitar and drums but..." I sigh. "They were deemed inappropriate. I was told to learn piano or nothing. So I learned nothing. I hated the piano."

He sounds intrigued by the mention of going to a club and I nod. "Good. We'll go some Friday night, that's when the best players are out. If you're going to do it, do it right." I can feel his body heat soaking into me while I sit next to him and it's actually...comforting. Not sure the last time I had something like this. Maybe never.

I don't bring up his traveling. I know what he was doing and he wants to downplay it. "We could make a night of it." I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. "Go out to eat, then hit the club." It' just two friends hanging out, that's all it is.

[heartofmurder]

"I used to hide away in my room sometimes, drown everything out with music. I'd have my headphones on so I wouldn't bother anyone. It was always either that or reading. My closet had a great light." Maybe I shouldn't tell him this, shouldn't tell him about Gabriel's life, but these are the parts that make me human, aren't they? I don't want to be a monster. Not with him.

"I wasn't allowed to learn anything either. Too much noise and we couldn't afford it, especially after my dad left." I let my head fall back, looking up at the ceiling. "Friday would be great. I never really do anything on the weekends." Or anything any other day either. But this... god, this is what I've been craving. I've been wanting this kind of... connection so badly.

"A night out on the town. Just the two of us against the world," I chuckle lightly. It feels like that, though. Like he's the only one that's ever understood me, ever taken the time. I look at him, then give his thigh a gentle pat, not really noticing my hand lingering too long, "Thank you."

[fixthepast]

He hid in his closet? Reading and listening to music? That's wrong, so very wrong and I can't help the slight frown. "It's not right that you had to resort to that. Was it just the world you were pushing away or was it your family?" I'm not sure if what I had was much better. I hid in my room, I just didn't have to hide in the closet. We are more alike than it seemed at first

[heartofmurder]

I give a small shrug, "Maybe it was wrong, but it's just something I dealt with." I consider his question, "I think it was a little of both. My parents... they just... there was always something off. I'm pretty sure my father left because of me." And because my mother was crazy, but mostly cause of me. Maybe he knew. "And so I guess I pushed the world away too, but only because it pushed me away first

[heartofmurder]

"Okay." I nod when he says we can dry my clothes. That's all I seem to be able to say right now. I feel like I might actually die and every ability I have wont save me from this. I don't want to be saved from this, I don't think

[fixthepast]

He keeps rambling and I just smile, letting him. It's fun to see him so out of his element, so lost and out of control. He hasn't seen anything yet. "I'll take care of you, don't worry." I tell him with a grin. "It's not that late and I can't let you run around like that." I glance at him. No, you're going to run around in less than that in a few minutes

[heartofmurder]

I want to tell him that I don't need anyone to take care of me. I do everything on my own and I don't need this, don't need him. But god, how am I supposed to turn away? I can barely move. "Oh no, not like this. I wouldn't go out like this." Gabriel. Jesus fucking christ, I can't stop

[fixthepast]

He tastes good, wine and lasagna and him. His hesitation, his uncertainty makes me just want him even more. I want to show him what he's been missing. Landing on top of him on the bed makes me inhale. I can feel so much of him and I want more now that he's letting me have it.

I blink at what he says and then I laugh slightly. "That's a good thing Sylar, considering I want you and not that." I roll my hips against his, capturing his mouth again. This is wrong though, I can't feel him. Damn it, clothes. I have too many on and so does he. Running my hands down his sides, I pull away from his body enough to get at my buttons, still kissing him.

[heartofmurder]

His fingers are all over me, touching and scratching lightly. I can feel myself get even harder and then when he moans... oh god. I will my hands to stop shaking when he touches my face and then he gasp, bucking into my hand, surprising me. I keep myself from pulling back, just letting my hand cup him more.

"If they're too warm, I can cool them down," I tell him, but he looks happy, he looks like he's enjoying this. I need to relax and just let this flow, "If... if I'm doing something wrong, you'd tell me, right?" I let out a long breath. I can't believe I just asked someone to point out me being wrong. That's just... not me. Is it? He makes me feel so unsure about everything. But I want him. I do want this.

I move my hand up his length, pressing the heel of my palm against him. The next step... I can do the next step, "May I...?" I look up at him, pulling lightly at the waistband of his boxers.

[fixthepast]

His hand cups me more and it feels so good. It's been awhile since someone's touched me like this, willingly. "God no...well, maybe later." I smirk. "If you make me too hot, we'll discuss it." I already feel like I'm on fire. I blink at him when he asks me to let him know if he does something wrong.

"Sylar, as long as it feels good to both of us, nothing is wrong, okay? Do what you want, do what feels good." I want him to learn. If I tell him what to do, he's not going to learn. He presses the heel of his hand against me and I suck in a breath. "Fuck yes." I focus on him when he tries to ask me. "Yes. You don't have to ask Sylar, just do it. Take what you want." I grin at him.

I shiver as I watch him. This actually makes him even hotter, this uncertainty. I'm used to seeing the confident Sylar, the one that knows what he wants. This one...this one is intriguing and wonderful and...shit. I run my fingers through his hair again, letting my nails skim over his scalp as I tug gently.

[heartofmurder]

"Well, as long as it's the good kind of hot..." I give him a small grin, then nod at his words. I need to do what I want, what feels good. I just have to think about what feels good on me. Not that I ever do anything like this. Jesus, I feel so small right now. Normally I'd hate that with every fiber of my being, but for some reason this is different.

Good. I like when he makes sounds and tells me what he likes. That helps me learn and I'll get this soon enough. But... I don't want to just use my ability for this. I want to actually feel it out like normal people do. I swallow hard, pausing my movements for a moment at that thought. Normal people? I'm not... I can't. I look up at him. Take what I want. That's more like me. I should just take what i want and I want him.

His fingers are through my hair again and oh god, I love that. I let out a breath against his clothed cock, then slowly slip them down, freeing his cock. It's so... hard and big and right there. Take what I want. I slide his boxers down all the way, then lift a hand

[fixthepast]

"It is, the very good kind of hot." I try to breathe as his hand keeps pressing and it's really getting hard. He stops and I look down at him, tilting my head slightly while I try to figure out what's going on in that head of his. I don't want him to stop.

Then he breathes into my boxers and I shudder, closing my eyes for a moment. "Jesus." I murmur, my fingers tightening slightly in his hair. I look down at him again when I feel my boxers slipping down and the look on his face when he frees me...holy fuck. I go to kick them away but then he touches me and I let out a long moan. When he kisses it, I feel like I'm on fire. "Oh god, Sylar..." I manage to get out, trying not to buck into his touch. "So fucking good." He's barely touched me and I feel myself getting harder by the second.

[heartofmurder]

He keeps telling me how good everything is, how much he wants it and I'm glad. I knew I could figure this out... even though this is barely breaking the surface. I'm getting there.

"I'm not stopping," I say softly, watching as his cock fills my hand. It feels good and damn, I can't believe I haven't done this up until now. Maybe it was better this way. I don't seem to be disappointing him at all.

I've grown to love his mouth very much. His lips, his tongue, the way he keeps nipping at me. "Oh, fuck," I gasp when he bites a little harder and my hand slides down to my cock, giving it a squeeze. I want him touching me too. I want him all around me now. I start stroking him a little faster, with more confidence and my other hand goes to his arm, pulling him closer.

[fixthepast]

There's no way in hell I'd let him stop, not when he's got me going like this. Everything he does is good. The slight hesitation in his hands is even good, it gives everything a bit of an edge. "Oh good, don't think I could handle it if you did." I tell him with a breathless chuckle. He just holds me and I need more.

I move my hips slightly, wanting him to move but he doesn't. Shit. When he cries out at my bite, I grin against his skin, kissing the mark. I feel his other hand moving and I glance down. "Oh god." I whisper. He looks so hard already, how can he not be exploding?

His hand on me moves finally, stroking faster and I sigh in relief, a smile on my face. "Yeah, like that. Little bit firmer grip." I tell him gently, gasping when he tightens his grip just right. He pulls me closer and I blink at him, capturing his mouth as I reach down to take him in my hand, stroking him slower than he is me.

[heartofmurder]

I smile when he says he doesn't think he could handle it if I stop. I wont stop, not when he says things like that. He tells me he wants a firmer grip so I do so right away, stroking him at a steady pace. I'm glad he's telling me what to do, what he likes. It's really helping and I even feel less embarrassed about it now.

I lift my head to meet his kiss, swirling my tongue around his. I arch up as his hand goes around my cock and oh god. Oh fuck. I have to remember to keep moving my hand on his cock, but everything in me feels so damn good and it's hard. This is... amazing, having someone elses hands on me like this.

I start moaning into his mouth as he keeps stroking me, bending a leg and curling my toes into the sheets. I don't think I'm going to last much longer, but oh god, I need to. I can't let go yet. We've barely started.

[fixthepast]

Oh, he is a fast learner. His tongue chases mine, tangles with mine. When I hold his cock, he arches against me. Everything feels ten times more intense then it ever has with anyone else. Maybe because with him, I can be a lot more open then I've ever been before. I've never been able to before because I couldn't let my guard down around the idiots surrounding me but with him, I can.

I swallow his moans as we kiss and I glance down as I see him shift his leg. Damn. I really am getting to him. I run my thumb along the vein of his cock, then let it slide over the tip, spreading the precum beading there around. I'm not sure if we'll even get to the sex but if I can keep him from running after this, we might get to it later. I'll have to see how it goes.

Sucking on his tongue, I slip my leg between his and move closer. He's throwing off so much heat, I'm surprised neither of us has caught fire yet. "Jesus you feel so good. I could touch you all night long." I get out when I finally break the kiss to catch my breath.

[heartofmurder]

I just keep shaking my head. I wont listen to him now. I don't care what he has to say. I fell so far from who I am now and I'm struggling to get it back. How the fuck did he manage to do this to me? I can feel the haze of the wine and I think back to the whole night... it was all so good. But I can't. I just can't

[fixthepast]

The panic is sinking its teeth into him and he's not thinking, he's just reacting. God damn it! Everything was going so good and then this. He yells at me and I blink at him, trying to get my own mind to work. My body wants him to touch me again, it's craving his hands on it. Fuck.

He tells me that he isn't going to listen to me anymore but I wish he would. He needs to breathe, to think clearly. When I touch him, he pulls away and I sigh softly. "Don't go, please." I don't want him to go, I want him to stay. "You don't have to listen to me, just stay. I..." Fuck.

I stare at him, wishing that he wouldn't do this. "I want you to stay Sylar. I want..." He heads into the bathroom and gets his clothes, drying them. "I was hoping that you would stay tonight, that we could just...enjoying being together..." I don't know what else to tell him right now. I'm still trying to get my brain to work from before and my body needs him. Taking a deep breath, I lock eyes with him. "I need you. Please." I say softly.

[heartofmurder]

He asks me not to go and there's something in his voice. I shouldn't listen, that's what got me in trouble in the first place. I can feel everything inside of me so close to the surface and it's taking so much to just keep it inside. I wish he would stop looking at me like that

[fixthepast]

Everything he's thinking is running across his face and I can't even keep up. There's so much there and I wish like hell he wasn't so god damn insecure about this stuff. If he'd give me the chance, I'd show him that wanting this doesn't make him weak, it makes him stronger