Great Briton

Star Trek XI Moodtheme Feedback

2009-12-24T18:17:21Z

So I said I would start working on those Heroes GIFs but instead I got a nagging need to start making a Star Trek Moodtheme.

I wouldn't really do this other then I'm not even sure if there's an animated Star Trek XI moodtheme out there... and I'm not sure if I will even switch out my Ten/Martha theme for it so I'm wondering if people would be interested in an Animated Star Trek XI Moodtheme... ???

Here are a few I've made so far. See if you like

annoyed --

cold --

contemplative --

distressed --

indescribable --

intimidated --

lonely --

numb --

sad --

scared --

sympathetic --

thoughtful --

worried --

What do you think? Should I continue? or is there no need? is there another animated Trek XI moodtheme out there that I'm not aware of?

GIFSPAM: Gamer

2009-12-06T09:16:33Z

So, I downloaded the movie "Gamer" to make Michael C. Hall GIF's because he was so fun in the movie. He was pretty much the only reason to watch. Gerard Butler was hot but didn't really do much except grunt and fight. I also made a few GIF's of Milo Ventimiglia's small part as RICK RAPE!!!! He will hump your leg!

I get hypnotized by this one. :D "Ricketty Dicketty Doo"

He's always eating!!!

The Dancing!! Best part of the movie.

mmmmm

RICK RAPE!!!

so creepy

I Hate to Love It

2009-12-04T06:33:44Z

Firstly. I'm listening to Adam Lambert and rather loving it. Is that good or bad? lmao

Secondly. The BF believes that if two people want a child they can will it to be a boy or girl. Like the whole, human brain is so powerful it can change your body chemistry type of thing. OK. So I say, "You mean like if a guy believed hard enough that he would have a boy he'd send out all the correct sperm?"

He says, "No. Like a woman can make her egg turn away the wrong kind of sperm."

WHAT?

I can go along with his idea and ok, the women can maybe think into existence an egg barrier against the wrong sperm. But why can't a guy's brain change his chemistry to produce only the right kind of sperm??? I would think that it would go both ways. The BF stood strong that no, it was only the women making their eggs specifically designed to only accept certain types of sperm.

*headdesk* The entire conversation made my brain want to explode.

Heroes:

So there's been some heat coming down on Heroes. And its made me kind of think why I enjoy this show so damn much despite all its problems. Its definitely not that I think its a better show then other shows. But I defend the shit out of it and *shrug* kind of love it.

I was thinking about why I join fandoms and why some shows call for me to freak out over while others I love I won't get involved with. Like Farscape and Dexter, I love the shows but don't really actively participate in any way with the fandoms. I think its cause they're so good. To me the shows are pretty damn perfect the way they are. So I don't go out after fics. I don't rant and rave. I don't want to change anything about them so I let them be.

On the other hand with Heroes, its flawed. It has stories that go nowhere, characters that jump OOC when convenient. But its compelling and based on a fundamental ground of a fantastic idea and wonderful characters.

I think I've fallen in love with this show cause its so fucked up and there are so many people in the fandom determined to fix those holes. The nice people in the Heroes fandom have been some of the most fun and awesome people I've ever met on the internet. About as awesomely welcoming as the Doctor Who fandom. Even though the show won't fulfill hopes of a lot of the fans its awesome to read what the fans would like to happen or think will or can happen. That's FUN.

Its fun discussing the plotholes and dumbass inconsistencies with people. Its fun making fun of it.

Heroes is also the closest I'm going to get to a live action X-Men show and that makes me happy on some level. And to me its a lot like a comic book. It has its highs and lows. Some writers/directors come in and get brilliance, others come in and totally crush your dreams. But even through the bad of X-Men comics there's still a beauty and awesomeness that keeps you reading, its the same for me with Heroes.

So some people are hoping for Heroes to end this season for the sake of the show. It might be best, I dunno. I have fun with it and would like it to continue. But I think the main reason I defend the show and why I want it to continue is because I like talking about it. I want to have random shit to talk about with some of the people I've met in the fandom. I've really never participated in a show's fandom as much as I have for this show over the last few months. I wish I had discovered this show so much earlier so I could have been along for the high points with a lot of you. Being late to this party makes me sad. :(

Is that pathetic?

awwww, <3 you guys. and yeah. its ok if nobody cared to read this. lol

Have a Sylar with his bunny friend to distract you from the whining.

Also: Why is Michael McMillan tweeting so much about Alexander Skarsgard and what they're eating? lol I love it.

GIFSPAM: Heroes - 4x12

2009-12-03T04:26:27Z

Heroes GIF's from "The Fifth Stage".

Heroes: The Fifth Stage:

LOL, slash

Icons! Community / Heroes

2009-12-02T08:31:57Z

Heya. Random icon dump

Community: 1-3
Heroes: 4-34 (Season 4 Spoilers)

Teasers:

(1-3)
(4-6)
(5-9)
(10-12)

(13-15)
(16-18)
(19-21)
(22-24)

(25-27)
(28-30)
(31-33)
(34)

Fanfic: HRG/Sylar "Untitled Nonsense"

2009-12-01T06:14:03Z

Title: "Will You Help Me?"
Author: greatbriton
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Noah Bennet/Sylar
Summary: For db01_french. She wanted a fic after "Thanksgiving" where Sylar comes to Noah asking for help, no angsting. Established past relationship between Sylar and Noah. Pretty much Porn, no plot. Though I might actually continue this into a possible series.
Word Count: 1988
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any characters associated with Heroes. Please don't sue me. Not Beta'd. May have mistakes.
Warnings/Spoilers: Sexual Content, omgz. Spoilers through Season 4 "Thanksgiving"

A banging on his door woke Noah with a start from his turkey induced sleep. He sat up and looked around his small apartment in a daze until the banging continued and alerted him to the cause of his confusion.

It had to be loud enough to wake his neighbors and the thought of having the old lady across the hall lecture him about neighborly etiquette made Noah scramble to his door as quickly as he could. He was dressed only is his boxers and a gray t-shirt so the cold air was a shock on his legs and feet but he soldiered on.

As he passed by his desk he quickly opened a drawer to grab his gun then said, "I'm coming!"

The banging stopped and Noah sighed in relief. He reached the door, put the chain lock on and unlocked the deadbolt before opening the door as far as the chain would allow. Nathan anxiously stared at him and seemed on the verge of running.

"Nathan," Noah said, more to hide his surprise than anything else. His grip on his gun tightened.

"I need your help," Nathan said. He leaned in close and his eyes were scared and alarmed. "Please."

Noah slowly nodded and closed the door on him to unlock and then allowed Nathan to enter. He held his gun behind his back and watched as Nathan paced into the middle of his apartment then spun around to face Noah.

"I- I'm sorry. I can't go to anybody else right now. I need your help."

"You can't?" Noah asked and rubbed his face tiredly.

"No." Nathan answered seriously. "Its Sylar."

Noah stepped forward as his heart began pounding in his chest. His fingers tightened around his gun until his knuckles were white.

"Sylar? He's... dead." The words were a lie but they were still difficult to get out.

Nathan shook his head and his shoulders fell as if he were defeated. "We visited Matt Parkman, he told us everything and Sylar is in here... with me. Hell, I am Sylar."

Noah narrowed his eyes, wishing he had picked up his glasses. He moved closer still and put a hand on Nathan's shoulder.

"Sylar is in there with you? In your head?" Noah tried to hide the eager hope in his voice and he wasn't sure he succeeded because Nathan gave him an uncomfortable glance.

"He's fighting me," Nathan groaned. "He almost killed my mother. I can't let him out."

Nathan suddenly seemed to double over in pain and shouted. He grabbed a fist full of Noah's shirt and clenched his teeth. Sweat was beading on his forehead and Noah wondered what kind of horrible struggle was going on inside that brain.

"You have to help me," Nathan pleaded.

Noah hesitated for a brief moment. He knew the world was better off with Nathan Petrelli instead of Sylar but a part of him still fought against condemning Sylar to death as he had before. When Angela Petrelli had offered the plan to put Nathan's memories into Sylar's body, it wasn't the idea of saving Nathan that made Noah agree but the idea that it would somehow keep Sylar alive. It seems it had and Noah wasn't sure he could push Sylar away again.

"Bennet!?" Nathan's voice grated out. He was in a battle for survival inside that body and the strain was weakening him. Nathan was almost on his knees and he labored for breath. A spark of electricity jumped from Nathan's right hand and died in mid air.

"Ok. I'll need to tranq you," Noah said quickly. He pulled Nathan's hand from his shirt and moved across the room to another drawer in his desk. Behind him Nathan panted in pain and more sparks of electricity made the light dim and brighten erratically.

"I can't--" Nathan shouted and then fell silent. Noah pulled the tranquilizer gun out of the drawer and rushed to load it as he turned around. He pointed it down at the hunched over body when he heard a familiar laugh. The body wasn't the same anymore. The hair was longer, shoulders weren't as broad and legs stretched out farther.

Sylar.

With his back to Noah, Sylar slowly stood up and stretched his shoulders and neck like he had been cramped up in a small space for too long.

"Sylar?" Noah breathed. He continued to aim the gun at Sylar but restrained from pulling the trigger. There was enough tranquilizer in it to stop an elephant, Sylar would go down quite quickly if he chose to use it.

Sylar turned to face Noah and smiled. "Finally."

"Where's Nathan?" Noah asked but he knew. Sylar had beaten Nathan down until his memories and thoughts were nothing but a whisper in that chaotic head of his.

Sylar's smile fell and his eyes glared into Noah's. "He's supposed to be dead."

Noah shrugged and gave Sylar an imitation of his smirk. "Well, you didn't give us much of a choice about what to do with you after you killed Nathan."

"I suppose not," Sylar said. His smile returned and he opened his arms wide. "You going to shoot me?"

Noah knew he should but he couldn't so he lowered the gun and sighed. "Why are you here?"

"I need your help."

Noah laughed. "How am I supposed to help you?"

Sylar growled and in two long steps was invading Noah's personal space with a finger pressed into Noah's chest. "Your friend, the Haitian. He can help me."

Noah leaned back against the desk to widen the space between himself and Sylar. He didn't want to condemn Sylar to death but he also didn't want to condemn Nathan.

"I can't do that."

"You have to," Sylar insisted. "Get these memories, this dead man, out of my head!"

Noah sighed deeply in thought. To even be considering the idea seemed wrong but Noah found it difficult to deny Sylar.

"I'll make it worth your while," Sylar said. Sylar's demeanor quickly changed and he curled a finger into the fabric of Noah's shirt and Sylar leaned closer. He smiled suggestively and pushed his hips into Noah's.

"Remember how it was? It was good, right?" Sylar asked. His breath was hot and Noah couldn't look away from Sylar's lips as they formed each word.

"You mean before you went crazy and tried to kill everybody? Again." Noah said. Sylar shrugged and pressed bold fingers against Noah's crotch. Noah gasped and tried not to think about how long it had been since he and Sylar had been in this situation. His dick twitched and Sylar easily felt it through the fabric of his boxers.

"C'mon," Sylar cooed as he leaned in to press his lips against Noah's neck. The lips were warm and moist and everything Noah had been missing. He craned his neck back, exposing more skin to Sylar's mouth. Teeth scraped gently against his jawline and then Sylar's lips were on Noah's. They moaned and pressed against each other.

Sylar fondled Noah through his boxers until Noah's erection was straining to be touched then he pushed Noah onto the desk and pulled his boxers off in one smooth motion. Noah, now sitting on the desk, leaned forward and began unbuckling Sylar's pants. It was as if they were back in time. When they were lovers and partners. Noah had found out then it was a fine line between love and hate and everyday he crossed it over and over when it came to Sylar.

Problems of the present were forgotten and they were focused solely on each other.

Sylar sucked his own index finger into his mouth and moistened it up and then pressed it against Noah's hole, gentle yet determined. Noah's jaw clenched at the pressure but he wanted more and didn't protest when Sylar continued to push in.

Noah had to casually stroke himself to keep from thinking about the pain too much. He knew Sylar wasn't trying to hurt him but it had been so long and he was too in the moment to stop it in order to find some lube. Sylar alternated between watching Noah rub his erection to his own fingers spreading Noah open.

Sylar's fingers pushed in deeper and the sensation made Noah gasp. Sylar repeated the motion and Noah mouthed a curse as he pushed down on Sylar's fingers. Sylar must have continued just to see Noah fuck himself against his hand because Sylar's smirk was mischievous.

Just when Noah felt himself panting for breath and wanting nothing more then to finish off did Sylar pull his fingers out with an accompanied groan from Noah.

"Its been a long time," Sylar said as he pulled his shirt off. "I think I kind of miss this."

"Shut up," Noah said. "We really don't need to talk right now."

Sylar grinned and licked the palm of his left hand, eyes locked with Noah's. He pulled his own erection from the confines of his dark pants and used the wet hand to help add what little natural lubrication he could. Then he was at Noah's entrance, pressing and hot.

Noah let out a breath and Sylar pushed in as his lips came down to capture Noah's gasp. Sylar greedily kissed Noah, swallowing all the groans that Noah made.

Slowly and carefully they picked up a rhythm and Noah found himself pressed against the wall, the back of a thumbtack stabbing into his shoulder blade but he ignored it. Sylar's fingers gripped into Noah's thighs and he was sure he'd leave marks. Their teeth clashed in a kiss and everything seemed to lose its careful patience. Sylar pushed harder and he rested his head against Noah's collarbone, every few moments between breaths he would scrape his teeth along where the bone protruded against skin.

The sensations overwhelmed Noah just like they used to. He wrapped fingers into Sylar's hair and mirrored it with his legs around Sylar's waist, pulling him closer.

"Fucking touch me," he demanded. Sylar huffed against his chest but followed the order. His slightly sweaty hand engulfed Noah's erection; tight, hot and damp.

Noah made a noise to signal his approval that also encouraged Sylar to continue and continue he did. Sylar's hand worked at Noah all while Sylar strengthened his hip's movements, pushing Noah and the desk against the wall.

Sylar was close to orgasm, Noah could tell by the quick and untimely jerks of his hips so he closed his eyes and worked at getting himself down harder on Sylar's erection. A gasp and teeth on his skin were Noah's warnings before he felt the warm spill of Sylar inside him. The hand around his own erection tightened but Sylar forced it to keep moving as his body jerked against Noah.

Bringing his lips up, Sylar pushed them against Noah's and he seemed to want to forcibly pull the orgasm out of Noah with his tongue. He pushed into Noah with what he had left and groaned. Every part of Noah was alight with pleasure and as he climaxed he pulled Sylar's face down, crushing their lips together to the point of pain. Sylar didn't protest and he wouldn't have cared if he had.

Noah slowly let his grip on Sylar go and he let out a sigh against Sylar's lips. Sylar gave him a weak smile that held something close to tenderness in it unless Noah was imagining things.

Running a hand against Noah's chest and down his leg Sylar let his eyes wander over Noah's exposed flesh.

"So, will you help me?" he asked quietly. Sylar's eyes met Noah's and he was glad a good portion of Sylar's face was out of focus because he knew if he could see the look in those eyes he would be unable to deny him anything.

So instead he was able to compromise, "I'll see what I can do."

Sylar smiled, devious yet delicious and Noah kissed him.

THE END

GIFSPAM: Heroes

2009-11-25T00:46:01Z

Heroes GIFs from 4x.... 10? "Thanksgiving"!!!!!!!

I know there is still lots of the episode I didn't GIF. I got distracted and lost and confused and then incest happened so... yeah.

TAKING REQUESTS.

OMG CREEPSTER!

Another CREEPSTER! Peter is watching you sleep.

NOOOOOO

their looks are fucking depressing me. :(

Shit just got real.

OMNOMNOMNOMNOM

Someone told me there's a pumpkin shortage this year. :(

Three versions of the Sylathan/Angela moment... yeah, I don't know what the fuck. This show has ruined me. ~~I loved it!~~

MORE:

requests? go ahead.

GIFSPAM: Community & Heroes

2009-11-20T16:48:29Z

Made some random Community GIFs and some more Heroes GIFs from "Brother's Keeper".

Its awesome!

Community:

Heroes - Brother's Keeper:

GIFSPAM: Heroes - 4x09

2009-11-17T18:49:14Z

Here are some GIFs from last night's Heroes episode, "Brother's Keeper". There are parts I haven't GIF'd and probably will get to, but this post is large enough already. I got distracted by the Petrelli boys

Brother's Keeper:

Does it totally look like they're undressing for each other?

Nathan's... dance?

Yeah, probably not.

I lol'd

OMG! HE'S SUCH A CREEPSTER!

He wants in your body, **Nathan**

Peter is confused, he needs to go stand near Nathan to make himself feel better.

*creep* *creep* *creepin' up on you*

Don't do it! **Parkman** is being a creepster! You know better.

The Petrelli boys really need to STOP touching people.

d'awwwwww

MOHINDER!!!!!

Hand Holding! & a Petergasm?

Request:

Any requests, have at it!

Fanvid: Daylight

2009-11-17T03:04:17Z

I made a video!!!!! It was supposed to be HAPPY!!! but I think it didn't turn out as happy as I wanted it. *ANGSTSSSSS* Oh well.

and there's a lose frame in one part and its driving me insane but I'm not going to go through the entire rendering process again at this moment in time. *shrug*

Title: Daylight
Fandom/Characters: Heroes, Ensemble
Description: Just a simple little celebration of the heroes of Heroes
Music: "Daylight" by Matt & Kim
Spoilers: Spoilers through Season 4 (Episode "Once Upon a Time in Texas")
Disclaimers: I do not own Heroes or anything to do with the characters or show. I do not own anything to do with the song or band.

Video Download: Daylight
Song Download: Daylight - Matt & Kim

GIFSPAM: Community

2009-11-14T18:27:12Z

Made some Community GIFs. blerg

Any requests, please feel free to ask. :)

GIFSPAM: Heroes - 4x08

2009-11-11T10:21:49Z

I need a life. Here be GIFs from Heroes 4x08 - "Shadowboxing".

Really didn't think I was going to have this many but apparently I go GIF crazy.

C'mon, it'll be fun

4x08 - Shadowboxing:

Two girls kissing? WOOTS

petergasm. petergasm.

Frisk him! FRISK HIM!

The @DetMattParkman twitter implied that **Parkman** had been violated while in custody.

*persuasive voice* *persuasive voice* FAIL

*is proud of self*

guess who's grumpy in the morning?

NATHAN!!!! gtfo Greg "cockblock" Grunberg

Sleeps with the girl then takes off. That is just sooo very Nathan.

Holy SHIT. Scariest GIF I have ever made.

unf.

unfity unf.

Hell Yeah, HRG's plan is really good.

Peter starts a dance party cause he's saved so many lives today.

HIS FACE ! I don't even... what?

Samuel joins Peter at the dance party.

Neck porn, what?

HRG doesn't approve.

What Would Bennet Do? WHAT WOULD BENNET DO?!

With text... *Shrug*

Dropping them Benjamins

Oh, Parkman, why won't they give you a heroic death? :( :(

Fuck you, I loved this shot.

Parkman's done with this shit.

Adorables.

More:

Any requests, please feel free to ask.

Heroes Monday!

2009-11-09T23:43:25Z

@ fly_by_day
GOES LIVE 11/9, 7:55PM EST

Hope you're watching and chatting along. I will be chatting during commercials, to be sure.

GIFSPAM: Heroes

2009-11-06T22:21:07Z

Heroes GIFs from 4x08 - Once Upon a Time in Texas. and one from last week's episode.

Samuel and Lydia invite you in... to a personal moment or two.

Strange Attractors:

This was a request last week that I didn't get into the post.

Once Upon a Time In Texas:

BLACK HAT OF EVIL!!!!! *dundundunnnn*

<3

Made this for the oblivious watch stroking. Sylar/Sylar Watch = True Love

Sylar lacks the proper skills to flirt successfully. Creepster is a creepster

<3 <3

Hiro is none too happy. Watch out biznitches!

and... lulz forever TV-14!! I'm too young for this shit. My innocence!

<3 <3 <3

Upset HRG makes me upset. :(

<3 <3 <3 <3

Sylar got pwn'd

... mmmm

I just liked this effect.

EVIL BLACK HAT OF DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

*RAGE*

MORE!

That's all I got. If there any specific things you would like GIF'd then just ask and I'll be happy to make it for you. :)

Fanvid: Hate on Me : Sylar

2009-11-05T13:50:45Z

Oooh, I got bored. A vid idea struck me yesterday while I was making GIFs, and I had to do something about it. Sadly, my Sony Vegas decided not to work so I had to use Windows Movie Maker. *rages* So, this isn't as spiffy as I would have liked. I could have tidied up the editing but WMM is evil and getting too crazy with it makes me want to stab myself in the eye. I apologize.

I hope this is alright, its just a simple fun vid.

Title: Hate On Me
Fandom/Characters: Heroes, Sylar, Ensemble
Description: Everybody seems to hate Sylar.
Music: "Hate on Me" by The Cast of Glee
Spoilers: Spoilers through Season 4 (Episode "Once Upon a Time in Texas")
Disclaimers: I do not own Heroes or anything to do with the characters or show. I do not own anything to do with the song or band.

Video Download: Hate on Me

Song Download: The Glee Cast - Hate On Me

GIFSPAM: Heroes (Carnival Edition)

2009-10-28T08:49:41Z

More Heroes GIFs. Pretty much all of these are by request/for people. Cause the world apparently needed more GIFs of the Carnival Characters. and some of them are cause I love the way Samuel moves.

also, have I told you guys that I ship pretty much everything in Heroes? Its like 85% of the fun.

May Explode Your Computer

3x10 - Eclipse (Part 1):

4x06 - Tabula Rasa:

I ship **Nathan**/Lydia

I ship it.

I ship it.

I ship it (angry sex style)

I shiiiip it

This? I ship it too.

Should I ship it?

I SHIP IT. (Gabriel/Samuel)

4x07 - Strange Attractors:

I ship PISSED OFF!Samue/ZQ's Straw Hat

Extra:

and just cause:

I don't know what I love about that bunny but... damnit... Me/Bunny = OTP

GIFSPAM: Heroes

2009-10-23T08:00:32Z

More Heroes GIFs from 4x06 "Tabula Rasa" and a couple from 4x05 "somethingsomething"

4x05:

Uh Duh

4x06:

There is fuckery afoot

NATHAN!!!

NO MORE BLOOD!

*draws little hearts all around his creepy smile*

Hiro, the Magnificent!

I see you thar, tongue!

OH MY FUCKING GAWD!

I now have to download an episode of Glee so I can make like... one or two GIFs. So unfair. haha

GIFSPAM: Heroes

2009-10-21T04:48:28Z

Rawr!

I made Heroes GIFs, from 4x05or6 "Tabula Rasa". Little larger then I usually make. Don't know if this will explode your computer or not.

*nomnom*

I see you, tongue!

Bawwwwww, I don't know who I am.

:D :D :D

Gun Gun Gun Gun!

The Adventures of Peter and HRG. I want a movie.

LOL. Spock just pwned Darth Maul.

Nathan!!!!!!! I see you thar

All the bad hurts Sylar's head.

PETER!!! <3

HRG & Peter!!! <3 <3 <3

Samuel knows what he's doing.

WET!SYLAR!! cause WET!Noah just wasn't enough.

Walk, you fierce bitch, walk!

I'll probably make a few more, of Peter/HRG and Hiro & Emma. But this is already probably too much for one post. ;)

Fanfic: HRG/Sylar "Keep Your Gun Ready"

2009-10-11T21:42:32Z

Smut Time!!

Whew. Finally got something written. This was supposed to be a little Kink Meme fill but it got a bit out of control/long so I decided to just post it separately. *shrug*

and sheesh, its hard to write Noah as a bottom. wtf, Noah! Stop being so badass and top-like. I hope it doesn't seem too out of character or anything. I don't know. eep

Title: Keep Your Gun Ready
Author: greatbriton
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Noah Bennet/Sylar
Summary: Filling THIS REQUEST by db01_french. Noah has a fantasy about Sylar and Sylar decides to stop by.
Word Count: 4601
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any characters associated with Heroes. Please don't sue me.
Warnings/Spoilers: Sexual Content, omgz. Spoilers for Season 3, I guess.

Tiredly, Noah put the folder on Danko down and rubbed his eyes. He'd been through it multiple times and still had very little if anything that could be used against Danko. It was as if the man were as good at keeping secrets as Noah himself.

He knew Danko was working with Sylar, somehow. Sylar was supposed to be dead but Noah had found out that he wasn't and planned on exposing him and then stopping him. He first had to figure out why Danko of all people would team up with Sylar. That might help lead him to who Sylar was impersonating to keep out of sight. Shapeshifting was leading to so many more complications for Noah.

The last time Noah had seen Sylar he was pretending to be Sandra. He had known rage like no other when he had thought Sylar had done something to his wife. She was safe though, even if Noah himself had almost shot her in the back of the head.

A sigh slowly escaped Noah's lips at the memories of what he had almost done. He knew there was nothing he could do about it now. Done was done but at least Sandra was safe.

Noah had to give Sylar a bit of credit for that most recent form of manipulation. The twisted psycho had tricked him and Noah really only had himself to blame for falling for it.

Part of him was repulsed by giving any kind of respect to Sylar but there was always another part of him that found Sylar intriguing. From the first moments of surveillance on the confused and guilty Gabriel Gray to the sadistic actions of Sylar.

Noah stood and began undoing his tie when he was startled to hear a soft noise behind him. In a quick blur of motion Noah had his gun out and was aiming at where the sound had come from. There was nothing but his closed window, blinds shut tight and not a thing stirred or was out of place. His eyes moved over the room and he found nothing out of the ordinary. He lowered his gun and placed it on the counter next to Danko's file.

It was late and what he needed was just a couple hours of rest and he could get back to work and figure this out. He had to stop Danko. And Sylar.

He managed to untangle his tie from around his neck and easily unbuttoned his shirt as he walked toward what he guessed you could call a bed. He'd be lucky if he got more then a couple hours sleep at any time on the uncomfortable mattress. Noah finished undressing so he could fall onto the mattress and let his muscles relax for a little while.

His eyes closed and he tried not to think about anything but that was like telling himself not to breathe. Noah's thoughts raced beyond his control, about how to stop Danko. How to find Sylar and how he was going to put a stop to him. A picture of himself putting a bullet in Sylar's sweet spot crossed his mind and the look of shock on the man's face as he fell to his death for the last time.

Then a new scenario played. Noah had a gun to Sylar's head and was ready to pull the trigger when he found himself suddenly against the wall and Sylar's hand at his neck. The deathblow that would normally come didn't and Sylar smiled predatorily... it sent a rush of lust through Noah's body as he hung inches off the ground.

Noah opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling with a curse. He didn't need this now. It wasn't the first time thoughts of Sylar had gone in a not so professional direction inside his head. The thought of doing anything with Sylar made him both horrified and excited. The emotions mixed with his arousal made him a bit queasy. His fantasies of Sylar felt like a betrayal to everything Noah was but he couldn't shut his brain off.

Most days he wouldn't fight it and just go with it and the weariness in his body lying in that bed made him decide that it wasn't the time to fight this time either. He closed his eyes and once again tried not to think. It wasn't long at all before his mind wandered back to Sylar.

It was an old and familiar fantasy that his mind latched onto. They were in a dark room and all Noah could see was Sylar's eyes and white teeth as he smiled. Sylar was in control and had Noah on his knees. The context didn't make any sense but that didn't matter to Noah. Sylar wrenched Noah's head back by his short hair and Noah could smell the husky scent of Sylar's arousal.

In his apartment Noah reached a hand down and gently began to massage a hand over his filling penis. The fantasy continued to play out in his head until Noah was jerking himself roughly and mumbling words from the scenes in his head out loud.

Noah's eyes opened from the intensity and he worked to finish himself off quickly so he could finally get some sleep.

An instant passed, just a blink of his eyes, and then Sylar was there. Noah blinked again and found Sylar still there, in his apartment with his back resting against the counter. Noah gasped in surprise and Sylar crossed his arms in front of his chest and smiled smugly.

"Get out of here!" Noah shouted. The words were the first things that came to his mind and then he immediately remembered his gun. He wasn't one to be embarrassed by his state of undress or his state of arousal. Although he was one to be embarrassed that he hadn't put his gun under the pillow where his hand had reached and found nothing.

Sylar cocked his head to the side and his smile seemed to hold an amused hitch.

"Is that what you really want?"

Noah stared at Sylar, panting out breaths while his brain tried to work up a proper response to the question. He could feel the seconds tick by like a clock was keeping time inside his head and he still said nothing.

Sylar moved a few steps closer and let his eyes roam Noah's body. Noah prepared himself for the worst. He knew there was no way he would be able to make it past Sylar to his gun which was not so conveniently on top of the counter behind Sylar. He hoped Sylar would make it quick.

A quiet moment passed and Sylar didn't say or do anything and curiosity got the better of Noah.

"What are you waiting for? Let's get this over with."

Again, Sylar's head cocked to the side as if he didn't understand what Noah was and he was trying to figure that out. His eyebrows lowered in question at Noah.

Noah let out an impatient sigh even while laughing at himself because he was trying to rush his own death. It was better then letting Sylar string him along for as long as the psychopath chose.

"Kill me. What you've come here to do."

Sylar seemed surprised at his words and laughed. "Kill you? I didn't come here to kill you."

Noah was left perturbed and also suddenly acutely aware of his nakedness. He did the only thing he could do and pulled a sheet up to his waist. Sylar laughed again and moved to the foot of the bed. He was in dark clothing and seemed almost entirely enveloped in shadow with the bright light from the kitchen silhouetting him.

"Don't worry, Bennet." Sylar smirked. "I didn't come for that either. Though from what I heard just now I wouldn’t think you’d mind.”

Noah growled and moved to stand but an unseen force pushed him back down to the mattress. Sylar lowered his hand with an exasperated expression.

"You see, we have such a history together. We both have so much in common." Sylar spoke as he walked around the side of the bed and fingered the random things Noah had left lying around. He picked up a discarded jacket, smiled, and dropped it back in its place.

"We have nothing in common," Noah protested.

"It would be a shame to just kill you," Sylar said and met Noah's eyes. "Don’t you think?"

Noah fought against his invisible restraints and groaned in frustration.

"You crave control. You want nothing more then to have control, don't you, Noah?"

Sylar was next to the head of the bed and if Noah could move he would be able to touch the man. That wasn't the case though because he was left motionless and only able to watch as Sylar looked through Noah's belongings on the nightstand.

"The only thing I crave is to kill you or for you end this ridiculous conversation and kill me."

Sylar grinned briefly and tossed Noah's wallet back down next to the lamp.

"I don't think that's the only thing you crave at all," Sylar said. Noah clamped his mouth shut and again fought at the hold Sylar had him in. He hadn't been paying it any attention but became aware that his erection had not dissipated this entire time and he hoped with everything he had that Sylar didn't notice it under the sheet.

"Do you know how you gain control?" Sylar asked. He leaned down and caught Noah's eyes with his own. His mouth opened slowly and he seemed to savor the word that came next. "Power."

Noah pushed against Sylar's telekinesis again but got nowhere. He shut his eyes and tried to tune the other man out. There was nothing he could do. At that exact moment the one thing Noah did crave was control, Sylar was right. Control of the situation and his gun.

"What do you want?" Noah asked. He opened his eyes to regard Sylar and sighed.

"To torment you," Sylar's voice was deeper and rougher. He leaned even closer, a dark and menacing appearance to his face. Sylar's eyes held every twisted nightmare Noah could ever imagine and it sent a shiver down his body.

"I want to show you just how powerless you really are," Sylar smiled around his words. His mouth was near Noah's ear and he looked as if he were breathing in Noah's discomfort and fear. "Your entire life is built around control. I wonder what kind of hell it would be for you to lose all of that."

Noah turned his face so he could see Sylar's face and found it only inches from his own. Their breaths mingled in the air and Sylar's teeth looked sharp behind his red lips.

"I want to make your life into that hell, Noah. The hell you've tried so many times to put me in," Sylar whispered.

Noah's instincts took over and flight or flight kicked in. He had no way to escape and he had only one way to fight.

With one last gasping breath Noah pushed against Sylar's hold and got close enough to press his lips against the surprisingly soft lips in front of him.

A shocked sound came from Sylar's throat and Noah suddenly felt free of the constraining hold against his body. Disbelief caused Sylar to not pull away but he didn't participate either. The taste of Sylar's lips was more than Noah's imagination had ever made it out to be. At that exact moment he craved nothing else then to taste more.

Sylar's hand came up to Noah's chest and pushed him down, separating their mouths. Sylar appeared disoriented and Noah wasn't in any better of a state. Sylar brought his other hand to his own lips and stared at Noah in confusion.

Noah swept Sylar's hand from his chest and sat up. Sylar silently watched him and didn't lose the look of confusion. The anger and hunger were gone from his eyes, leaving a dark pool that seemed lost.

"You're..." Sylar hesitated. He dropped his fingers from his lips and glared at Noah. "I don't understand."

"I don't either," Noah said. He spared a quick glance past Sylar to the gun on the counter but that wasn't going to be the way out of this situation. Noah couldn't tell if he was glad for that or not.

Noah leaned closer to Sylar and watched the younger man watch him as their lips met again. Sylar's brow furrowed and he didn't close his eyes as Noah kissed him gently. Sylar quickly caught on to the way Noah moved his lips and complimented the movements with his own. Noah smiled in slight amusement. It was as if Sylar was learning to kiss for the first time.

Sylar pulled back from the kiss and let his eyes roam Noah's face. Noah knew there were a million and one thoughts spinning around behind those dark eyes and Sylar was trying to organize them all in order to figure the situation out but there wasn't anything to figure out. There was no plan, no agenda and no sense to what had just happened.

"You were in here earlier, weren't you? You heard me? Saw... me?" Noah asked in the silence. The words seemed to break Sylar's thought process and he gave a start and blinked at Noah. Sylar nodded in answer.

"Then you know what's going on here," Noah said.

Sylar gave him an untrusting look then turned his gaze over his shoulder to where he had been hiding while spying on Noah.

"And you say I'm a psychopath," Sylar said.

"You are," Noah snapped back.

Sylar's eyes shot back to stare into Noah's and he didn't seem so lost anymore. Noah shifted his body on the mattress and hoped again that Sylar didn't take notice of the erection pushing against the sheets.

"You ...” Sylar leaned down and his voice trailed off as his lips pressed against Noah's. Sylar's eyes closed this time and Noah followed suit. He let himself feel the moist lips against his own and reveled in the smoldering need that settled in his groin.

Noah licked against Sylar's bottom lip and was caught unaware when Sylar's teeth nipped at his tongue the next time he tried it. The growing confidence in Sylar spurred Noah on and he pushed his tongue into Sylar's mouth. Their tongues tangled in a battle that Noah thought mirrored their own battle for dominance over each other.

Sylar was almost entirely on top of Noah and a strand of Sylar's dark hair fell loose from the rest and tickled against the side of Noah's face. Noah ran a hand into that hair and smoothed his fingers over the back of Sylar's skull. He held on tightly as if letting go would mean letting go of that moment.

Suddenly Sylar's lips wrenched themselves from Noah's and Sylar took in a deep breath like it was the first breath of his life. Noah licked his lips and eyed Sylar's neck as the other man breathed.

"I want to see," Sylar gulped in another breath. "Finish."

"What?" Noah asked. He didn't understand what Sylar meant. Noah's eyes moved to Sylar's collar bone peeking out from under his dark jacket and dark shirt and Noah wanted to pull the clothing back and put his mouth there.

Sylar leaned back and glanced down to the obvious lump in the sheet that was Noah's erection. Menace and hunger shone in Sylar's eyes and it reflected the newly restored confidence that showed in every inch of Sylar's body.

"Finish what I interrupted earlier," Sylar said in a voice that was more composed.

Noah laughed and narrowed his eyes at Sylar.

"What?"

A flicker of Sylar's finger and the sheet covering Noah flew away. Noah jerked in surprise and wished for the cover again.

"You know what," Sylar said. The tone of command that swam in Sylar's words made Noah's heart pound in his chest.

"Umm..." Noah glanced at Sylar and then down at himself in an unfamiliar moment of performance anxiety. Sylar watched him with unwavering eyes. It was like some switch had been clicked inside that head of his and he was an entirely different person then he was a few brief moments ago.

Noah reached down to grasp his erection in a tight hold, feeling the relief at giving his hard-on some attention. His breath hitched in anticipation of getting some reaction from Sylar.

Sylar didn't seem to want to give him anything as he quietly watched. Noah had never masturbated for show and didn't know what he was supposed to do so he just did what he would normally do. Except this time he didn't have to imagine a certain deadly psychopath because that man was right next to him. Noah didn't close his eyes and pretend he was somewhere else. Instead he watched Sylar and pumped himself harder when Sylar's lip twitched and his eyelids seemed to become heavier.

Then a warm hand moved against Noah's side. Sylar's palm and fingers were rough and callused but pleasant feeling. Noah gasped and couldn't take his eyes off the hand that moved slowly over his abdomen and then down to join Noah's own hand.

Noah cursed out loud as Sylar's hot fingers wrapped around his length and began moving, replacing Noah's hand. The movement Sylar used was the same as what Noah had been doing and it quickly sent Noah over the top. His hips reached for more contact with Sylar's hand and Noah couldn't stop the erratic breaths that seemed to want to make his lungs explode. Warm liquid slid between Sylar's fingers and onto Noah's stomach and then Noah's hips fell to the mattress in exhaustion.

Sylar let go of Noah and looked down at his hand with a frown before wiping it on the mattress cover.

"That was interesting," Sylar said.

Noah laughed and wondered if Sylar was going to kill him then. He couldn't tell what was going on in Sylar's thoughts and at that instant Noah didn't care. Noah knew that he just wanted Sylar to stay and do something. Anything. The floodgates of his sick need for Sylar had been opened. Sylar began to stand as if to move away or even leave and it was that need that made Noah grab the other man's wrist and stop him.

"That's it?" Noah asked. He couldn't stop himself even though he knew continuing would only lead to his own death or Noah hating himself even more then he already did.

Sylar hesitated a brief moment and then he looked to Noah's gun in the other room.

"Wouldn't you rather put a bullet in the back of my head?" Sylar asked with a scowl.

"Yes," Noah answered honestly. "But the gun is over there and you're right here."

"You need this don't you?" Sylar's voice was accusing and his eyes seemed harder. He smirked as a realization seemed to strike him. Sylar leaned over Noah and said, "You are such a lonely and pathetic man."

Anger and shame, professional and personal, warred inside Noah and he moved to push Sylar out of the way to make a sprint for his gun. But Sylar stopped Noah before he even laid a finger on him. Noah was spun around and tossed onto the mattress stomach first with minimal effort on Sylar's part.

He felt Sylar's body above his, the rough fabric of Sylar's clothing scraping against Noah's bare flesh.

"Look at yourself, Bennet," Sylar said. "Look at what you've become."

Noah closed his eyes at Sylar's words. His arms were wrenched above his head on the pillow.

"All those lies and sacrifices for your family and look at you. Alone and here... with me."

A furious growl broke through Noah's throat and he wrestled against the hold he was under.

"You son of a bitch!"

Noah noticed a spark of electricity jump from Sylar's hand and it singed the pillow next to Noah’s face.

"Oh, the things I could do to you," Sylar whispered into Noah's ear. Sylar's hand moved from the pillow to gently slide across Noah's shoulder and then sparks erupted from his finger tips and sent jolts through Noah's body.

Noah groaned as quick jolts stabbed against his shoulder blades and his eyes rolled back into his head. It wasn't dangerous amounts of electricity but it was enough to make every hair on Noah's body stand on end and his skin to tingle sharply. He hated himself for the re-awakenings of his arousal.

"I'm going to kill you," Noah said through gritted teeth.

Laughter filled his hearing and he could only imagine how Sylar's face looked at that moment.

"But your gun is over there and I'm right here," Sylar used Noah's own words against him. "Isn't this what you wanted, Bennet?"

A hot hand smoothed down Noah's back and over his ass.

"Powerless and to have completely no control," Sylar continued. A force pulled Noah's arms up tighter which made Noah clench his eyes shut from the discomfort. "Must be weird for you."

"Oh God," Noah breathed. He felt Sylar shuffle behind him and then heard a zipper. Noah moaned and pushed in a futile attempt against the invisible hold on him.

"Stop stop!" he shouted. He didn't know what he expected but he was surprised when Sylar actually halted. He felt the stillness against him and he let out a relieved breath. "The... the bag next to the nightstand."

"What?"

Noah was horrified at himself and for what he was agreeing to do but part of him had wanted this for a long time. It wasn't like he had a choice now, anyway.

"Lube... In the bag next to the nightstand, I can't heal... like you," he explained with a hint of venom to his voice.

Sylar huffed and stroked a hand into Noah's hair and then grabbed onto the short strands with a painful hold.

"And what makes you think I care?"

Noah breathed heavily and shifted uncomfortably because the pressure between his erection and the mattress wasn't quite enough. He found himself unsure if he cared what Sylar chose to do and knew he'd go along with it either way.

Suddenly he heard strange noises and realized Sylar had the bag and was rifling through it. Noah almost smiled at the strangeness of everything that was going on. Then a noise of something crashing to the floor but he was quickly distracted from that by a warm and slick finger at his entrance.

"Happy now?" Sylar growled.

"I'm still going to kill you," Noah forced the words out through the pressure of Sylar's finger pushing inside of him.

Silence descended as Sylar worked at Noah. It was gentler then Noah was expecting and strangely like Sylar was taking his time. Like Sylar was exploring and learning. Noah was panting in breaths and tried hard to move against Sylar's fingers but Sylar wouldn't allow it which made Noah angry in his need.

After a while of his teasing Sylar pulled his fingers away and Noah groaned at the loss. He needed the pressure again. He longed for that pain and pleasure to mix. It didn't come and Noah's shoulders sagged. He twisted his head around as far as he could to see half of Sylar's face. Their eyes met and Sylar frowned down at him.

"What?" Noah gasped. "Sylar, I swear--"

At the mention of his name, Sylar pushed into Noah. It was in one rough motion and Noah shouted in more pain then anything. Sylar let out a low moan of pleasure. Noah heard the snap of an electrical spark before he felt the sting against his side where Sylar had his hand.

"Bastard!" Noah roared. Another spark but this one didn't shock Noah and instead he could only see the blinding light of it illuminate the room before it was gone. The realization that Sylar had lost momentary control of one of his abilities made Noah laugh even through the pain.

"Shut up, Bennet," Sylar snapped angrily. He pulled back and pushed back into Noah hard enough to snap Noah's jaw shut with an audible click.

Sylar continued to move in a slow rhythm. The pressure and the pain settled in Noah's stomach and his shoulders burned from being stuck in their position but it was all overpowered by the pleasure that pulsed through him. Every nerve ending on his body seemed overly sensitive. He felt the harsh slide of Sylar's shirt against his back and the pricks of the zipper prongs against the back of his thighs. It seemed even more demeaning knowing that Sylar was fully clothed but it only made Noah more aroused.

Sylar's unsteady breaths hit the back of Noah's neck and made Noah want nothing more then to hear Sylar's pleasure.

The pace Sylar kept was uneven but Noah didn't care. He was too aware that this might even be Sylar's first time with a man but he didn't care about that either. Every time Sylar pushed into him he felt a burst of ecstasy and the friction it caused between his hard-on and the bed was enough for him.

Knowing what he knew it wasn't surprising that they weren't there for long. Sylar's breaths became more labored and his pace quickened. Noah bit his lip, trying to grind into the mattress while also trying to get Sylar as deep as he could. It was everything he wanted and it sickened him but he couldn't stop.

He was surprised to suddenly find himself free of the invisible hold on him. Sylar didn't seem to notice or he had done it on purpose. But Noah groaned and instantly reached his own hand underneath him to finish himself off before Sylar did.

All it took was for his fingers to tighten around his own erection and he came with a curse. The astonished sound that escaped Sylar put a wicked smile on Noah's lips. The next moment Sylar was jerking against him and Noah could feel the warmth fill him. He cringed in disgust at himself even as his dick twitched at the feeling.

Sylar began to collapse on top of Noah but stopped and picked himself up, pulling his spent dick out of Noah as he did. Noah gulped in a breath at the loss and crawled out of the cooling wet spot he had made. His muscles ached and his ass was no exception.

He heard Sylar zip his pants back up and Noah turned his head so he could see Sylar. The cold and un-giving features Sylar usually wore looked back at Noah.

"Was that what you had imagined?" Sylar asked.

"Pretty much spot on," Noah answered which made Sylar's eyebrow quirk. "Except my imagination would never use lube."

Sylar regarded Noah like he had just said the most curious thing then he said, "Have your gun ready next time."

With that he turned and walked into the other room and out of sight. Noah didn't see or hear him leave the apartment but he was sure Sylar was gone.

"I will," Noah said to himself. He smiled in twisted amusement and then closed his eyes.

For some unknown reason he felt more relaxed and calmer then he had in weeks. He didn't bother trying to think about it. Noah knew he'd regret everything about this night later but right then he couldn't bother. His body drifted off into a quick sleep.

end

ICONS!!! Fringe / Farscape / Heroes

2009-09-28T18:00:43Z

Yay ! Icons! I've been holding on to these for awhile and I'm just gonna dump them here. :)

Fringe: 9
Farscape: 14
Heroes: 34

Teasers:

(1-3)
(4-6)
(7-9)
(10-12)
(13-15)
(16-18)
(19-21)

(22-24)
(25-27)
(28-30)
(31-33)
(34-36)
(37-39)
(40-42)

(43-45)
(46-48)
(49-51)
(52-54)
(55-56)

please no hotlinking.

I've Got No Pulse!

2009-09-24T17:50:44Z

yay! Farscape GIFs!!!

from 1x03 and 4x12:

Brought to you by John "Sexiest Ass in SciFi" Crichton

Icons! Bones / Deadpool / Heroes / SG / X-Men

2009-09-04T04:03:56Z

ICONS ICONS ICONS. I got bored earlier today. So, as usual, opened up the Photoshop and started goofing around.

This batch of icons is kind of all over the place. *shrug* I'm feeling a lot of anxiety over the small amount of Sylar/HRG in these. That'll need to be fixed for next time.

Bones: 8
Deadpool: 3
Heroes: 19
Stargate SG-1: 16
X-Men: 19
Various: 4

Teasers:

(1-3)
(4-6)
(7-9)
(10-12)
(13-15)
(16-18)
(19-21)

(22-24)
(25-27)
(28-30)
(31-33)
(34-36)
(37-39)
(40-42)

(43-45)
(46-48)
(49-51)
(52-54)
(55-57)
(58-60)
(61-63)

(64-66)
(67-69)

now I must be off to continue writing Sylar/HRG fun times.

Icons! Heroes / LoTS / ST / XMen / ZQ

2009-08-25T11:41:00Z

Icons!!!!!!

Its been awhile. But I bring icons. Yayzers. When I started this post I didn't realize I had so many. *shrug* Oh well.

Icon DUMP!!!

Dexter: 1
Heroes: 26
Legend of the Seeker: 20
Star Trek TOS: 14
X-Men Last Stand: 21
Various: 9
Zachary Quinto: 8

Teasers:

(1-3)
(4-6)
(7-9)
(10-12)
(13-15)
(16-18)
(19-21)

(22-24)
(25-27)
(28-30)
(31-33)
(34-36)
(37-39)
(40-42)

(43-45)
(46-48)
(49-51)
(52-54)
(55-57)
(58-60)
(61-63)

(64-66)
(67-69)
(70-72)
(73-75)
(76-78)
(79-81)
(82-84)

(85-87)
(88-90)
(91-93)
(94-96)
(97-99)

by thoughts of the amazing 65pigeons #33 has been updated.

please comment with niceties. they make me uber happy.

Fanfic: Sylar/HRG "The Trip to the Zoo"

2009-08-13T11:40:07Z

I wrote another fic. OMFG. I've gotten a little writing bug. I may not be the best writer in the world, and I've taken such a long break from writing that I'm still very rusty, but I'm happy to be writing nonsense again. YIPPEEE. I don't even know.

Not beta'd cause I feel impatient and yeah. Soooo yeah. I hope its all in character. I feel if anything this one is most out of character of what I've written so far just cause its... Sylar and Noah... in a ZOO. gaaaah. Somehow that is more weird to me then the crazy rampant sex.

This one is not Pr0ns. I apologize. haha

Title: The Trip to the Zoo
Author: greatbriton
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sylar/Noah Bennet
Summary: Noah and Sylar take a trip to the zoo in pursuit of a man.
Word Count: 3753
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any characters associated with Heroes and I make no profit of any sort off of this story.
Warnings/Spoilers: Slight violence. Mention of nudity. Slight cursing. Spoilers to a few episodes into Season 3.

Noah's eyes squinted as the sun shown down brightly into the car. An open parking spot up ahead caught his eye and he pulled into it and slipped the car in park.

"I hope you are joking," Sylar said, his voice revealed he wasn't convinced his hopes would be fulfilled.

"This is his last known location. Our target works on staff here," Noah answered. He pulled a folder from his dashboard, opened it, and handed it to Sylar. Sylar glanced at him and gave an eye roll as he took the folder.

"That's him," Noah pointed at the picture. It was of a man, average build if in good shape for his apparent age. He had no hair except for a short beard of white and he had green eyes. "His name is John Logan."

"Yeah, I can read," Sylar said sharply and closed the folder. "It doesn't say what he does. What's his ability?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." Noah smiled and took the folder from Sylar.

Sylar gave Noah a level look. They stared at each other for a long moment and then Noah broke eye contact and slid the folder under his seat.

"You really think I'm going to tell you what he can do after what happened before?"

"You don't know what his ability is," Sylar said as a matter of fact, not a question. Sylar looked out through the windshield and shook his head.

Noah frowned but realized that Sylar was probably going to be of some use in there so he gave up being secretive. "We think... we know that he's a shape shifter."

"A shape shifter?" Sylar repeated. His eyes turned to Noah and he looked calm, but there was a new spark of interest in the brown depths.

Noah nodded but regretted having told the psychopath about Mr. Logan. Noah wished he would have just told him nothing and done the work on his own. Working alone was what he was best at.

He turned from Sylar and stepped out of the car and into the day’s hot sun. Sylar followed his lead but leaned on to the hood of the car and squinted at Noah.

"What does he shape shift into? Anything?" His interest was far too deep now. Noah didn't trust the new interest so he double checked the gun in its holster at his side. Now he had Sylar to worry about more than their target. This was far from a beneficial partnership.

"I'll let you know when I see him," Noah said. He gave Sylar a hard look and walked off. Sylar caught up with him quickly and they walked side by side. The day was too hot for a suit but Noah hadn't been expecting to be sent here.

"You want to find a shape shifter in there?" Sylar asked.

"That's the plan," Noah answered.

"In a zoo?"

Noah stopped and Sylar took two steps before he realized and stopped himself. He turned to look back at Noah; his large eyebrows obscured his eyes in the heavy sunlight.

"I said that's the plan," Noah repeated. "You can either come along or you stay in the car like the brat you are."

Sylar frowned and his eyebrows lowered even further but he didn't say anything else on the matter. Noah patted a hand against the gun under his jacket again and wished for the strength to not use it.

They reached the front gate and Sylar reached in his pockets then shrugged and smiled.

"Looks like you're paying," he said.

"Right," Noah sighed. He pulled out his wallet and gave the park attendant his company card. While the transaction took place Noah noticed Sylar looking eagerly into the park. He was on the balls of his feet and Noah half expected him to start bouncing. He was given his tickets and receipt which he shoved into his wallet, ignoring the strange looks from people that found men in suits at a zoo to be out of place.

He grabbed Sylar by the arm and pulled him close.

"Don't get too excited. You try anything in there... ANYTHING... and I won't think twice about putting you down," Noah said quickly and quietly. "Don't think I'm letting you walk in there to add another piece to your arsenal. Or hurt any innocent people."

Sylar smirked and leaned in closer.

"I just really like zoos," he said. He pulled his arm from Noah's grasp and snatched a ticket from Noah's fingers. He walked away with Noah's eyes on him until he stopped behind a small family in line to get in the gate. A young boy in front of the family looked over his shoulder at Sylar and smiled. He received a small wave from Sylar in return.

Noah felt uneasy at the exchange and moved to Sylar's side to watch over him. The line moved slowly and the sun beat down hard. They should have come later in the day but Noah wanted the job over with. He noticed Sylar shift and wipe sweat from his forehead, and then he shrugged off his suit jacket.

"Your company's dress code is a bit too strict," Sylar said. The younger man adjusted and then loosened his tie.

"It's not just my company now. You're here for them too, remember, Sylar?" Noah said. "You can go back and sit in the car if you want."

Sylar glared at him out of the corner of his eyes and made a "hurmph" sound.

"It's always an option," Noah added with a smile.

Finally, they made it to the front of the line and first Sylar handed over his ticket, got a stamp on his hand and then strolled through the gates. Noah followed but refused to let them stamp his hand. They should have no return visits. Sylar watched the exchange with an amused smile on his face.

Noah, set on the task, pulled Sylar off to the side of the crowd wandering through the gates.

"We're going to stick together. No wandering off."

"Who are you, my father?" Sylar asked. His eyes roamed about to whatever parts of the zoo that they could see and he only met Noah's eyes after a moment of silence had fallen.

Noah glared at Sylar and said, "No, I'm your damn babysitter." He took a few seconds to focus his thoughts after Sylar's father comment had rattled them. That entire story was something that made even Noah's head spin. He also had to focus his anger from Angela Petrelli, for putting him in this situation, to be directed at a more deserving target in Sylar.

"We're going to circle around the zoo. Starting over there," he pointed to a photo shack next to a dolphin exhibit. "And we'll go counter clock---"

"Can we go see the polar bears?" Sylar interrupted him, not caring for Noah's plan.

"What?"

"The polar bears."

"We're not here to see exhibits. We're here to catch a dangerous man."

"He could be in the polar bear exhibit, couldn't he?" Sylar asked, hoping his logic would be seen.

Noah brought his hand up and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was going to get a splitting headache if he had to stand here and argue with Sylar in the middle of a zoo.

"We can get to the polar bears when we get to them. We're going to go counter clockwise around the park."

"I'm going to the polar bear exhibit," Sylar announced and he turned away from Noah and began walking. Noah stared in confusion for a moment and had to stop himself from shouting at the other man. It was too public and perhaps Sylar knew that. He was testing Noah or maybe just irritating him on purpose.

Noah moved quickly and caught up with Sylar. He caught his arm and pulled him to a stop.

"We're not going to the polar bear exhibit, Sylar. This isn't a field trip."

Sylar sighed as if he were extremely put out. Then he looked at Noah and then at the dolphin exhibit and the photo shack. The younger man tossed his jacket down on a nearby bench and shrugged.

"If we do your plan we're stopping at the polar bear exhibit."

Noah could feel his eyes roll up in his annoyance. "Fine."

"Good, let's go," Sylar said. Then he laughed and shook his head. "Counter clockwise." He huffed another laugh and seemed to find the situation all too amusing.

"Glad to see you in a better mood."

Sylar smiled and said, "Did you know that most right handed people prefer to travel in an anti-clockwise direction."

Noah lowered his brows in both confusion and surprise at Sylar's casual piece of conversation.

"And so I guess most left handed people prefer to travel--"

"Clockwise," Sylar finished.

"Yeah, interesting."

Noah noticed Sylar's smile slowly slip from his face, possibly as a result of his thoughts turning toward a life he had once had. Or maybe it was just other horrifying thoughts that took the smile away. Noah could never tell what drove Sylar's thought process but he felt a moment of genuine sadness for Sylar at him losing the one innocently happy moment Noah had ever seen.

Noah noticed they were at the dolphin exhibit and he rushed inside, knowing Sylar would follow. Noah ignored the people bustling about them and glued his eyes onto the animals. Even the heat was lost to his senses as everything honed in on his mission, to find John Logan.

Sylar slid in against his side, crammed in by so many sweating and joyful bodies. "I thought you said we weren't here for the exhibits."

"We aren't."

Sylar looked momentarily confused but Noah would give him nothing else to go by. The younger man seemed to think the people were what they needed to watch but he was wrong.

Noah scanned each dolphin intensely, one by one. Meanwhile, Sylar wrinkled his nose at the smell of dead fish but when a girl next to him looked away for a moment he snatched one from her tray with his telekinetic ability. It felt slimy and cold against his fingers. He noticed the other people squealing and laughing as they fed the dolphins with their fish. So he leaned over the edge a bit and held the fish out by its tale.

A few moments later a large gray dolphin came up smoothly from the water with its long mouth open, demanding food. Sylar dropped the fish into the dolphin's mouth, which it gobbled down quickly. It shook its head up and down, the nose splashing water up and it fell over the people in front of the dolphin. Sylar grinned and it was mirrored by the girl beside him. Noah, on the other hand, did not grin.

"What are you doing?" His voice was aggravated.

Noah stepped away from the tank and pulled his glasses off. Sylar bit his lip to keep from grinning even more as Noah irritably wiped his glasses off with the bottom of his tie.

"Is he here?" Sylar changed the subject.

"No," Noah said. He slipped his glasses back on and glared at Sylar. "I don't think so. Let's move on."

Noah led them away from the dolphins and back out onto the main walkway.

"Where to next?" Sylar asked.

"There," Noah pointed and began walking immediately.

"Monkeys and apes, oh fun," Sylar said sarcastically.

"Well, it looked like you found the dolphins to be entertaining enough."

Sylar shifted his shoulders and made no comment.

They entered the exhibit and Noah again attached his eyes to the animals. He watched each one carefully for a few moments. Making sure he was certain in his decision.

"If you would tell me what we are looking for, I could possibly help," Sylar said impatiently.

Noah squinted against the sun to see Sylar's face. He looked him up and down quickly and shook his head.

"Well, it's obviously not a person you're looking for," Sylar said. "He's a monkey?"

"That's an ape," Noah corrected.

"An ape, then."

"No, I don't think he's any of these."

Sylar groaned at Noah and his secrets.

"Noah, this isn't--"

Noah turned on Sylar and put a finger to his chest. "Just let me do my job. Keep your mouth shut and your powers to yourself and this will get done much faster. You're here 'cause Angela Petrelli wants you here, no other reason."

A small bubble of space had been given to the two men as their exchange had made parents pull their kids closer and others to shy away.

"You're making a scene," Sylar said softly.

Noah dropped his finger and glanced around quickly. He looked away from the stares and back at Sylar. He conveyed with a nod toward the exit that he wanted them to leave. Sylar couldn't help the smile on his lips that he aimed at Noah's back as he followed him.

"What's next?"

Noah stopped and frowned. He thought about skipping the section but he knew he couldn't.

"The Arctic. Polar bears," Sylar said almost gleefully in answer to his own question.

"We're going to go in, look and get out. You hear me?" Noah said. He felt like he was talking to a misbehaving teenager. He already had two of them he didn't need a third.

It was Sylar who entered first and he quickly headed to the edge of the railing with the vantage point out into the polar bear pen. Noah followed more slowly and moved in next to Sylar.

"Are you happy now?" he asked.

"Did you know that polar bears are the world's largest land predators?" Sylar said like it was a fact of the most interesting nature.

Noah looked out at the polar bears. He ran his eyes over each one. None showing the marks he was looking for. Their target wasn't here either.

"Male polar bears can grow to ten feet tall and females grow to seven feet," Sylar continued with his factoids.

"Great," Noah said, his tone conveyed his lack of interest.

Sylar seemed enthralled by the large animals. "Polar bear hair isn't white, you know. It's actually clear and hollow."

Noah turned to Sylar and poked him in the shoulder. "Why do you know so much about polar bears?"

Sylar shrugged. "I read something once," he said quickly. "I'm a fast learner."

Noah narrowed his eyes at Sylar and was about to say something else when someone behind Sylar caught his eye. A man, past his middle years, bald with a small white beard and a missing ear. Sylar caught the direction of Noah's gaze and turned to follow it. At that moment the man looked up from collecting a trash bag and caught Noah's eyes.

The man tensed and then quickly disappeared around the corner. Noah and Sylar both pushed through the small crowd in pursuit. Around the corner was a small hallway that led down and into the underwater view of the polar bear tank. Sylar moved down quicker then Noah who took more of a cautious approach. He reached a hand under his jacket to hold onto his gun.

Suddenly there were screams from down the hall. Noah's feet picked up their pace. People came running up past them, pushing and jostling Noah and Sylar as they fought to continue forward.

Sylar turned the last corner first and Noah heard his surprised yelp and then he saw what had caused it.

An enormous polar bear was standing across the room from them. Ten feet long would be a good description. Its giant paws shifted against the hard floor and its eyes watched the two men. One of the bear's ears was gone, a harsh and dark scar in its place.

"That's him, isn't it?" Sylar asked quickly. He seemed a little off balance with coming face to face with a polar bear.

Noah nodded and pulled out his gun.

"You never said he was a polar bear."

"We weren't sure what all he could turn into."

Noah raised his gun and pointed it at the bear.

"We know it is you, John Logan. Shift back. We don't want to but we will take you by force if necessary," Noah said. Sylar glanced his way at the "by force" part but then shrugged and stood taller.

The bear shook its massive bulk as if saying "no" to Noah's request.

Noah's arms tensed slightly in preparation to fire his gun and at the small motion the bear lunged forward. It roared, a noise that thundered in the small enclosed room and Noah fired his gun. Then Noah crashed into Sylar as he pulled both himself and the younger man out of the way of the bear's attack, which had been slowed by the bullet that had lodged into his shoulder. Sylar landed on the ground hard, his skull colliding with the tile and then Noah collapsed on top of him.

Sylar heard muffled noises of the bear and Noah through the ringing in his ears. Noah pushed himself to his knees and Sylar scurried to his feet as quickly as he could. He could feel the warm blood on his scalp but he ignored it.

Red blood stained the white coat of the bear and it growled in pain but rounded on the two men quickly. Noah raised his gun again but he was too slow. The bear was there and over him in an instant. A collision with the back of a paw swipe knocked the gun out of Noah's hand and it slid across the floor. Sylar raised a hand and the bear stopped, its other massive paw in mid swing ready to rip Noah apart.

Noah stared up into the bear's eyes and breathed heavily. Sylar had to force all his concentration into holding the bear in place. It was a large creature that was fighting his hold. Sure, he could flip trucks and slide them across the road but not with a head full of loud ringing and not if it had actually been resisting against his hold. He felt a few beads of sweat start at his hair line and it wasn't the heat this time.

Noah pushed away from the bear whose eyes were darting frantically. He picked himself off the floor and stepped over to pick up his gun.

"Shift back!" he demanded and raised his gun. After a moment the bear made a strange noise that Noah took as a sign of surrender. "Release him."

Sylar took just a quick glance in Noah's direction and then concentrated back on the bear.

"Release him, Sylar," Noah repeated.

With a quiet sigh of exhaustion, Sylar released his hold on the bear. Its four paws landed on the ground and for an instant Sylar thought he was going to have to us his power again but then the bear seemed to morph. Its paws flexed and then somehow grew smaller and the hair fell from its body as it shook in its transformation. A roar escaped its massive throat which quickly turned into the noise of a man groaning in pain and the snout of the bear shrank and shrank until it molded into the pale nose of a man.

Noah noticed Sylar’s eyes fixated on the scene before them. His face looked flushed and Noah wasn’t sure if it had been the physical exertion or if Sylar was excited about the power being used in front of him.

Before their eyes the bear had become a man. John Logan was in front of them, naked and on all fours with a pile of polar bear hair surrounding him. He looked up at both men and snarled. Then his shoulder with the gunshot wound gave out and he collapsed. Blood poured from the wound and Noah quickly grabbed John's ripped shirt and rushed over to apply pressure to the wound.

"Why couldn't I stay here?" the man asked Noah.

Noah silently worked at tying the shirt tightly around the wound. The pain the tight makeshift bandage caused made John shout in pain and then he passed out.

Sylar looked down at him in quiet thoughtfulness. His hands were gripped in tight fists and he wouldn’t take his eyes off of the man.

"Go get his pants," Noah said. Sylar didn’t move. “Sylar!”

He snapped out of whatever dark place his mind had gone and looked down at Noah. His breathing was harder then before, Noah was sure of it.

“His pants. Get them.”

Sylar sighed and pulled the pants over with his power but frowned at them when he got them in his hands.

"There's not much pant left," Sylar said. He held the fabric up for Noah to see.

Noah frowned himself and then said, "Your suit jacket."

"Is on a bench by the dolphins," Sylar said.

Noah sighed a sigh of defeat. He pulled his own jacket off and they made a kind of skirt out of it. Noah really liked that jacket too.

"Now let's get him out of here."

Noah and Sylar each took a side and they carried the man out. Through quick talk and some fake badges Noah had them out of the park and into their car in about seventeen and a half minutes, which Sylar had pointed out.

They had to push and maneuver the unconscious man into the backseat and he promptly fell over into a laying position. Which would be fine for the short drive to dump him off on a pick up team.

Noah set up a contraption that hooked up into the man's nose to keep him drugged and unable to use his abilities. The last thing they needed was a polar bear in the back seat.

When they finally got back into the car and Noah had them back on the road Sylar spoke.

"He was in human form. Why hadn't you been looking at the people?"

"We knew he could shift into animals, but not sure of all the types. Figured in a zoo he'd hide that way."

"And the ear?"

Noah smiled and shrugged. "He lost it a few months back when we had encountered him before."

Sylar shook his head at Noah. "You didn't feel I could have needed that information."

"You didn't."

Again, Sylar shook his head. Then he cursed under his breath.

"What?" Noah asked.

"We didn't see the tigers," Sylar moped.

Noah laughed. "Well, maybe next time."

END.
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Fanfic: Sylar/HRG

2009-08-11T09:37:46Z

Here be your pr0ns.

Title: Just Another Night with Sylar and Noah
Author: greatbriton
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sylar/Noah Bennet
Summary: Sylar and Noah share a night in a hotel room. I began hoping there would be a plot but there just isn't.
Word Count: 3819
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any characters associated with Heroes and I make no profit of any sort off of this story.
Warnings/Spoilers: Sexual Content! Like SEX. Spoilers to Season 3, I guess. For this fic I am of the belief that Sylar has kept all his powers after the events of Season 2. *shrug*

It was a night that was becoming too familiar for Noah Bennet's tastes. He was at some random hotel in some random town. Again.

They had finished their job quicker then expected. He guessed that's what happened when you worked with a man who had as many powers as his partner had.

Partner. Noah hated calling him that. He couldn't wait until their partnership was terminated and he could finish this once and for all. He wanted to be rid of the other man. Until then he dealt with it however he could and which ever way made it bearable.

He slipped the keycard into the door's lock. With a light click the light turned green and Noah entered the room.

Noah had just finished a phone conversation with his wife out in the parking lot. His family thought he was working late. His wife would sleep alone again tonight. The thought skimmed Noah's mind but he pushed it away before it had a chance to fester.

A tall man turned the corner of the doorway that led to the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and another he was using to wipe water from his neck that was dripping down from his dark hair.

"Took you long enough," Sylar said.

"Are you complaining?"

Noah's voice echoed his feeling of irritation at the other man.

The two of them couldn't really stand one another but neither could seem to put a stop to this. Whatever this was. Noah hated that he preferred being here, with a man he despised, instead of with his family. What that said about him, he didn't want to know the answer to.

Noah took off his jacket and put it on the edge of one of the beds in the room. There were two. Sylar quietly watched him, most likely judging what kind of mood Noah was in and how far he could or could not push him.

Making the right decision, Sylar silently threw his extra towel through the bathroom door and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He leaned against the door post and waited for Noah to calm down or say something.

Sylar had grown used to the other man's short temper at times like these, when his family and wife were still fresh on his mind. Sylar knew not to mention Claire and he had learned Noah's wife was almost equally off limits. He had once made the mistake of pushing Noah with a badly timed comment about his boring wife and had been painfully pinned against a wall with a bloody nose before he realized what had happened. Though in the end, the rest of the night had gone well enough.

Sylar smirked while his eyes followed Noah as he sat on the edge of the bed next to his discarded jacket and began to take his shoes off.

Noah watched Sylar out of his peripheral and made sure to not make any real eye contact. He was irritated enough to make Sylar wait so he pretended to ignore the man, knowing Sylar hated to be ignored.

He slowly untied his left shoe and carefully placed the shoe against the foot of the bed and then he began his attentions on the right. He noticed Sylar's bare feet shift. When he finally made it to the point of stuffing both his socks into his shoes and reached up to his tie, Sylar had apparently had enough. He let out an impatient sigh and Noah's tie suddenly finished unknotting without any help from him and slipped from around his collar and then fell to the floor.

Noah glared up at Sylar as a button of his shirt popped off as if someone had cut it off and threw it across the room.

"Stop it!" Noah said. They had a rule for these encounters of theirs and Sylar was not abiding by it.

Sylar pushed himself away from the door and stepped closer. There were still droplets of water on his shoulders from his hair. His shoulders were positioned back and Sylar stood tall with a barely contained smile on the corner of his lips. Noah found himself momentarily distracted by Sylar's appearance so he blinked to get himself focused back on the situation at hand.

Another button jumped from Noah's shirt and he stood up, angrily.

"Stop it, Gabriel!" he said heatedly.

Sylar frowned and it was as if Noah had hit a switch. Sylar's entire demeanor changed and he stepped backward like a dejected child. He returned to lean against the wall again. Noah used Sylar's real name as an attack every time he used it but it always had varying degrees of success. Sometimes Sylar didn't take any notice as if the name belonged to someone else entirely and sometimes it would seem as if Sylar had taken an actual physical blow.

There was so much fucked up inside the younger man. Sometimes Noah thought that the only way Sylar remembered he had ever been Gabriel Gray is because Noah brought it up so often. So by this, Noah figured he was a good influence. Not that the influence would save Sylar, in the end.

Noah moved to Sylar, not to comfort him or apologize. He'd never apologize to Sylar, not for anything.

Sylar met his eyes and his stare was softer than usual. Noah had seen those eyes before a few times and at different times in his past. They were the eyes of Gabriel. So much fucked up.

How someone's eyes and attitude can change so drastically that you can almost say they were different people, Noah didn't understand. But he had witnessed it a few times.

"You know the rule," Noah said, his tone more kind than before but still hard.

"It makes you uncomfortable. I make you uncomfortable," Sylar said with a voice that was far from the self important one Noah had grown used to. It was as if Sylar was upset that he had upset Noah.

Noah shrugged and looked Sylar up from toe to head. He was lean and more tan than Noah. His eyes followed the line of hair from where the towel ended and up his chest to a collar bone that begged to be licked and then up to lips that were too tense and brown eyes that shone darkly and dangerously, even through the face of Gabriel Gray. All these things were irresistible to Noah. So much fucked up.

"Damn right, you do," Noah said from deep in his throat.

Noah wrapped an arm around Sylar's bare waist and pulled him close. Their chests pressed against each other and Sylar breathed against Noah's face. His skin and his breath were both hot and damp.

He captured Sylar's mouth in a kiss and it began soft, almost gentle. But nothing they did together remained soft or gentle for long. It grew more heated and hands began to roam. Buttons came undone on Noah's shirt but this time by Sylar's fingers and not his powers. Noah worked the gun holster from his shoulders. Teeth clashed and bit which only spurred each man on. Noah’s lower lip was captured by Sylar’s mouth and it drew a groan from the older man, then Noah felt his shirt fall to the floor and Sylar worked him out of his undershirt.

They were immediately pressed together again, bare chests touching hotly. It was all so quick but somehow in that small amount of time Noah realized he had lost the momentum. Sylar had snatched it from him. Even with Sylar's shorter height and smaller stature, he could grab control of a moment if given half a chance.

Noah gave way to a thought that Sylar had played him and won.

Sylar grabbed the waist of Noah's pants and held him flush against him, both their growing erections pressed into the other. With his other hand he ran a couple fingers down the center of Noah's back, his nails digging in just enough to be felt. It sent a shiver through the other man that Sylar felt through his lips and tongue.

He had picked up a few things about Noah Bennet during their times together.

Sylar guided Noah backward until they came to a stop at the foot of the bed. He then nudged Noah down and he sat, obediently. Noah's legs opened and Sylar stood in between them and grinned. He ran a hand around the back of Noah's warm neck and leaned down and kissed him hard.

He could feel Noah's pulse against his fingers, hell he could hear it. It was a fast rhythm that lured Sylar deeper and deeper into the kiss until he felt a bit dizzy. He pulled away slightly and looked into Noah's light eyes through his glasses.

"Uncomfortable now?"

"With your talking, yes," Noah answered him and pulled Sylar down to his mouth again. Sylar groaned when Noah's tongue invaded his mouth and demanded things that Sylar wanted to give him.

Noah pressed against Sylar and pulled him down over top of him.

They moved against each other. Both breathing hard, almost panting with anticipation. Sylar found Noah's belt and forcibly began unbuckling it. It wasn't gentle and the tugs lifted Noah's hips off the bed. But neither man would take their full attention from the other's mouth.

In their movements, Sylar's towel came undone and fell to the floor. The harsh friction of Noah's pants was too much. He growled impatiently and turned his attention to getting Noah out of his clothes.

His face hovered just above Noah's chest as he worked to finish undressing him. Noah had a slight smile on his lips as he lifted his hips to allow Sylar to continue. His lips were bruised bright red and his eyes were heavy lidded. Noah still had his glasses on, which surprised and amused Sylar.

The suit pants slid down Noah's hips and his straining erection bounced free. It was pressed against Sylar's stomach and the heat of it felt like it should burn his skin. Noah let out a heavy breath and blinked as if he wanted to close his eyes. Those red lips of his parted and Sylar wanted to return to them.

His impatience got the better of him.

Sylar yanked one pant led down and then used his telekinetic power to pull the other one off as he leaned back over Noah's body. Time seemed too short and Noah was too hot to not use his powers.

Noah frowned right before Sylar reached his mouth again. There was a soft moan deep in Noah's throat and their hips pushed against each other. But Noah was not about to let Sylar get away with breaking the rule.

He grabbed Sylar by the neck. His grip was tight and Sylar could feel each finger dig in, crushing his windpipe. Sylar made a pained noise.

"You know the rule." Noah said. His voice was rough and his grip tightened. Sylar put a hand to Noah's wrist. He didn't fight back with his powers. Something told Sylar that if he did then Noah would be gone or worse. He knew Noah was out for his blood and would be happy to see Sylar dead and he only needed the right provocation or orders.

Sylar tried to force his face into the appearance of submissiveness. He tried to put an apology in his eyes. It was harder then it seemed. Noah only narrowed his eyes and shook Sylar by the neck.

“You do that again and this is done,” he warned. Sylar choked under Noah’s grip and nodded slowly. He showed his teeth in an attempt at a smile but it was hard when your throat was being crushed. Noah was stronger then he appeared. Sylar knew that from multiple cases of first hand experience.

Sylar leaned down and Noah let him. He didn't release his hold and had only lessened his grip to allow Sylar to breathe. Their lips met. Noah's were hot and rough. He was pissed off and Sylar was going to pay for it. He didn't mind.

He closed his eyes and felt Noah's fingers flex against his throat. The grip was still tight. He'd have cuts from Noah's fingernails and bruises from his fingers if he didn't have the regenerative ability.

Sylar let his free hand roam down Noah's chest. It tickled over a nipple and down his abdomen and to soft hair that led even further. He found his goal and wrapped his fingers tightly around Noah's erection. Noah huffed something into Sylar's mouth and groaned. It made Sylar grin.

But his small victory was short lived.

Noah suddenly flipped them over and he was on top of Sylar. His grip on his neck tightened again. Sylar let go of Noah's dick and clung to Noah's wrist in his confusion at the situation. He knew Noah couldn't choke him to any serious extent but it didn't stop the sudden survival instinct.

Noah smirked at Sylar and put his weight down. Sylar could feel Noah's erection pressed against his stomach but it didn't mean the situation couldn't end up being quite serious. Noah took his glasses off and tossed them across to the other bed. They landed quietly but Noah didn't seem concerned with them. His eyes shone darkly down at Sylar.

He always looked a bit younger without his glasses and his eyes seemed sharper somehow.

Sylar shifted under Noah which made him put more weight down.

Noah took Sylar's left hand with his own free one and guided it down. Sylar was only slightly surprised when Noah made him wrap his hand around Sylar's own erection.

He leaned in close to Sylar's ear and said, "Touch. Yourself."

His grip on Sylar's neck hadn't let up and his eyes hadn't moved from watching Sylar. He forced Sylar's hand into action, sliding up and down in an extremely slow rhythm.

"It's not difficult," Noah added. He took his hand away from Sylar's erection and looked down to watch for a few seconds. Sylar wasn't sure if it was to make sure he did as Noah said or if he just got off on it. But knowing Noah, Sylar knew he probably got off more on knowing Sylar would do exactly what he said and not the act itself.

When Noah looked up at Sylar's face again he was a bit more flushed. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes were hard. He leaned up and took Sylar's mouth with his own. The kiss was painful to a point and sloppy. Sylar groaned as Noah's tongue slid against his own.

Then Noah scraped a fingernail against the side of Sylar's neck and flexed his grip as he pulled away from the kiss.

Sylar focused back on himself to steady his rhythm. He closed his eyes to help control himself and his sense of hearing jumped to the forefront. Noah's quick breaths and thundering pulse. His own racing pulse pounded in his ears. Then he heard a wet sound and opened his eyes to see Noah pulling a finger out of his mouth. The other man wasn't looking up at him but down again. The wet finger quickly found its way to Sylar's anus. A gentle touch but it made Sylar gasp all the same.

He closed his eyes again and tried to relax. It was hard when every muscle in his body was strung and he was most definitely not getting enough oxygen. He could feel the effects. He felt somewhat dizzy and slow.

Sounds accosted him again. They seemed louder and clearer.

His hand continued to absent mindedly jerk himself off as Noah slowly pushed his finger into Sylar. A harsh breath escaped Sylar's lips before he could pull it back. They didn't do this so often that it made this any less uncomfortable to begin with.

The finger slowly pushed deeper and the pressure screwed Sylar's eyes tight. Noah actually cursed under his breath so quietly even Sylar wasn't sure he heard it. Then Noah pulled it back and then in. The sting of pain was overshadowed by the rush of a heavy pleasure. Sylar's hips jerked and for a moment he forgot to do anything. His hand stilled and everything that seemed to exist was the feeling of that pleasant and warm pressure.

Noah continued his work on Sylar but he tensed his hand still around Sylar's neck, pulling Sylar out of his thoughtlessness.

"Don't stop," Noah demanded.

Sylar met his eyes and the building tension in his groin seemed to pulse. It was beginning to overwhelm him. He could feel his somewhat numb fingers begin moving again. It was fast and un-rhythmic. Sylar was aware of his own annoyance at that but he could do nothing to fix it. He could hear his own ragged breaths as he fought for air and release.

Noah didn't look back down but kept his eyes on Sylar's face. He was biting his bottom lip and Sylar could see the strain in his arms. One worked furiously and the other held strong and steady.

There was suddenly more pressure and everything was building and building and threatening to collapse. Sylar couldn't seem to focus on anything but he found his eyes wandering along Noah's shoulder and across his jaw.

Sylar could hear nothing but pulses and blood. Rushing and pounding. Demanding and Giving.

Then, with one hard push from Noah everything blew apart around Sylar. He let out a loud groan that seemed to be ripped from his choked throat. It was one long, painful burst of pleasure. His vision went dark and he wasn't sure if he closed his eyes or if he blacked out.

Suddenly the restricting presence of Noah's hand was gone from his throat and Sylar sucked in air. He gasped and spasmed while Noah still moved against his prostate. He couldn't seem to gather any of his thoughts though he tried to grasp them. He could only breathe and feel the utter lack of control he had over his own body.

Then Noah pulled his hand out and positioned himself against Sylar. A warm hand ran down Sylar's thigh and brought his leg up for an easier fit. Then he slowly pushed in. Sylar could just hear Noah's groan over the deafening blood that was racing in his veins to try and get Sylar's body caught up.

When Noah was entirely inside Sylar he stilled his body. Sylar was still trying to catch his breath and was only half aware of the pressure and tight stretch of his body. But he managed to look at Noah's face and see the sweat on his brow. His eyes were closed and he had a look of concentration.

Sylar summoned what energy he had and pulled Noah's face down until their lips collided. Noah moved his hips as he bit lightly at Sylar's tongue.

His body pushed and slid against Sylar's. Hot and covered in sweat. He fucked Sylar at a steady and deliberate pace. It allowed enough time for Sylar to regain some of his composure. He pushed up into Noah with each thrust. He liked to see the other man's eyebrows rise at the sensation.

Noah dropped Sylar's leg and propped the arm beside Sylar's head to hold himself up.

Sylar trailed his mouth down Noah's neck and could feel the other man's erratic pulse with his tongue. He scraped his teeth over the spot and then gave it a somewhat tame bite. Noah's hips twitched out of rhythm and he groaned.

A hand pushed Sylar back as Noah came with a muffled shout. Every muscle in the older man tensed and his face was hidden against Sylar's neck. Sylar could feel the hot and heavy breaths beat against his skin. He held onto Noah's sides as he road out the rest of his orgasm.

Slowly, the breathing settled and the pulses steadied. Noah didn't move for a while. He seemed drained and content to lie almost completely on top of Sylar. Sylar didn't find the weight uncomfortable and he was still too unsteady to move himself.

But it didn't last forever. Noah sighed against Sylar's throat and pulled out so he could roll over. He pressed fingers against his closed eyes and sighed again.

Sylar turned to look at the other man and tried to think of something to say that wouldn't result in ruining whatever quiet moment they were having. He found Noah fascinating and this moment was something new. Something interesting.

It was usually one or the other that kept it that way, but quiet moments never happened between them. Noah usually pushed Sylar away as soon as they were done or Sylar would slide away on his own. They spent their time together and then it was over. Sylar didn't mind either way really. He was glad to be given the excuse to keep his distance from the man. But most every impulse was screaming for him to get closer. That same impulse confused him as much as it excited him.

Sylar took a moment to let his eyes wander down Noah's naked body. He leisurely took in the well muscled chest and strong legs. He wanted to reach out and run his hand down the length of the man.

Instead he sat up. "I'll get a towel," he said.

Sylar found his discarded towel from earlier and wiped himself off as best he could. He felt sticky and he needed another shower but he didn't want to disappear into the shower just yet.

He handed the towel to Noah who took care of himself and then tossed it back down on the floor. He lay back down again and closed his eyes. Sylar stood at the foot of the bed looking down at the older man, silently. He was unsure. Sylar didn't like the feeling. He didn't know what he should or wanted to do next.

Noah gave him nothing to go by.

Then Sylar came to his senses. Of course there was nothing to be unsure of. It was just like every other time.

He found his briefs, put them on, and stepped over to the second bed, unaware of Noah's eyes watching him as they peaked from under his eyelids.

Sylar was about to drop into the bed when he noticed Noah's glasses sitting atop the sheets. He glanced over at the other man but didn't say anything or hand them to him. He silently picked them up using his power and set them on the nightstand in between the two beds as he climbed in under the sheets.

The light was switched off an instant after that.

"Thanks," Noah said into the darkness.

Sylar thought he could hear other man's amused smile.

End, yep