"Well, look what we have here," Sylar purred as he effortlessly held Peter against the wall.
He ran his finger along the thin collar decorating the sub's throat; a blaze of pain followed in it's wake and Peter hated himself for the way it make him shudder and his dick hard.
"Claire, huh," Sylar smirked and dug his nails into Peter's chest, using his power to rip through the clothe and draw blood. "Does your precious princess know exactly how rough you like it, Pete?"
"Don't call me that," Peter snarled defiantly even as every part of him wanted to show his throat and surrender to the Dom holding him up.
Sylar just chuckled darkly. "Trying to get a rise out of me, Pete? Not very smart.
"Of course, smarts has never been your family's strong point."
As Peter surged at Sylar and got slammed back against the wall hard enough to jar his bones, his last conscious thought was that he wished he could be the kind of sub Claire deserved.
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Sylar/Peter
Date: 2013-06-09 05:03 pm (UTC)He ran his finger along the thin collar decorating the sub's throat; a blaze of pain followed in it's wake and Peter hated himself for the way it make him shudder and his dick hard.
"Claire, huh," Sylar smirked and dug his nails into Peter's chest, using his power to rip through the clothe and draw blood. "Does your precious princess know exactly how rough you like it, Pete?"
"Don't call me that," Peter snarled defiantly even as every part of him wanted to show his throat and surrender to the Dom holding him up.
Sylar just chuckled darkly. "Trying to get a rise out of me, Pete? Not very smart.
"Of course, smarts has never been your family's strong point."
As Peter surged at Sylar and got slammed back against the wall hard enough to jar his bones, his last conscious thought was that he wished he could be the kind of sub Claire deserved.