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flwrpwr_vampyre) wrote2008-06-01 09:20 pm
flwrpwr_vampyre) wrote2008-06-01 09:20 pm
Entry tags:
Short Skirt, Long Jacket
Title: Short Skirt, Long Jacket
Pairing: Peter/Sylar/Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Cross-dressing
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Heroes.
Summary: Peter fulfills a fantasy of Sylar's that Gabriel also enjoys.
Notes: This wouldn't have gotten finished without much poking fromflying_monkees and pansythug, who also beta'd for me. Thank you guys so much! Written for the ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
mission_insane songfic table and set in Lana's Smut Stew 'verse.
Pairing: Peter/Sylar/Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Cross-dressing
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Heroes.
Summary: Peter fulfills a fantasy of Sylar's that Gabriel also enjoys.
Notes: This wouldn't have gotten finished without much poking from
flying_monkees and pansythug, who also beta'd for me. Thank you guys so much! Written for the mission_insane songfic table and set in Lana's Smut Stew 'verse. For once, there was no sound from Sylar’s head. Peter grinned triumphantly as he stood posing in the doorway. The slack-jawed expression on Sylar's face and equally stunned silence from Gabriel was a definite boost to his ego.
“Turn around, please.” Sylar practically whimpered the last word and Peter complied, sliding the black knee length coat out of the way as he slid around. When he was finally facing the tall man again he licked his lips and smirked at the stunned look that crossed Sylar’s face. He leaned back and enjoyed Sylar’s eyes drinking in his outfit.
When you suggested this, I wasn’t sure but now...
At Gabriel’s thought Peter palmed a hand down the silky red camisole and over the short black vinyl skirt. The look was completed with the smooth legs that he’d shaved for the occasion and they looked miles long in the shiny black heels he wore.
Sylar made a choked sound at the motion and knew Peter could see his dick hardening through the thick material of his jeans. Then the shorter man slid off the jacket and stalked over to him, pressing close and tilting his head up to engage Sylar in a passionate kiss. Hands curled in dark hair as tongues met and teased, Sylar’s hands moving down to grab the vinyl clad ass.
Can I? Gabriel asked and Sylar relinquished control.
Not for long.
Gabriel ignored his counterpart, letting his hands slide down the cool material of Peter's top. Reaching the end of it, he slipped his hand underneath and rubbed his thumb gently over the smooth skin. He grinned as Peter shivered and he let his fingers slide upward to tease a nipple, Peter's whimper making him shudder with desire.
Sylar yanked back control with no warning, his fingers pinching and making Peter cry out. Tilting his head down he slid his lips over Peter's, contrasting the sharp pain with a soft kiss. Peter groaned and tugged him towards the bedroom, doing his best not to break them apart.
Gabriel snickered in the back of Sylar's head when Peter stumbled back onto the bed and both of them pretended not to hear it as Sylar bit and sucked his way down Peter's neck. Peter arched and moaned, hips thrusting against Sylar, hands gripping the blankets at every touch that slid closer to the hem of his skirt.
Then Sylar pushed the skirt up and bit his lip to keep from making a noise he was sure would be humiliating. Peter was wearing a pair of white lace girl's panties edged in a light blue and it was such an innocent contrast to his outfit that Sylar's cock gave a twitch and Gabriel actually did make a needy sound. Peter's smirk was infuriating and Sylar retaliated by running a teasing finger over the hard length that wasn't covered in the slightest by the tiny garment.
Let me touch again, Gabriel pressed and Sylar growled, quickly getting frustrated with his other self, pushing him back.
It's my turn now, he told Gabriel, his voice this side of a snarl. You'll get him later so just leave us alone.
Gabriel made a sulky noise before disappearing and Sylar felt relief at having their head to himself. Peter looked for a minute like he was thinking about how he'd have to deal with an upset Gabriel and then Sylar wrapped a hand around Peter's cock. Peter shuddered, whining, and Sylar let go, enjoying the protesting sound that Peter made.
He found the lube halfway under the bed and reached down to get it while Peter struggled to get the panties off, his rush making him clumsy. Sylar smiled to himself as Peter cursed in frustration before he was finally able to slide them away from those high heels. Then Peter was lounging back onto the bed, spreading his legs and looking for all the world like a high class whore.
Sylar squeezed the water based lube on his fingers before popping the lid shut and setting it aside. Running his fingers over Peter's entrance earned him a gasp and he repeated the motion teasingly before slipping one inside and crooking it to find the spot. As soon as he brushed against it, Peter's whole body arched up, hands tangling in the blankets.
Peter was soon gasping for more and Sylar carefully slid in another finger. Just because Peter could heal didn't mean he was unconcerned with hurting him. He moved them in and out quickly, soaking in the sight of Peter, helpless and whimpering out pleas for Sylar to fuck him. They were ignored as Sylar added a third finger, reaching up and stroking Peter until he was quivering and fighting to not cum.
He finally removed his fingers and poured more lube on them, making a show of grasping himself and tugging. He bit his lip as he slowly worked his hand up and down, twisting it around the tip. Peter groaned, watching him and then finally pushed himself up to pull at Sylar, his face twisted with want.
Sylar let Peter draw him closer, his hips pushing up as Sylar pressed into him. He wondered if Peter had any idea of how sexy he looked, hands clenching and mouth hanging open as he breathlessly panted out oh, oh, oh as Sylar sank completely into him. He could tell Peter was unaware of anything but the sensation of stretching around Sylar, of being taken.
Stilling, he reached down, wrapping his fingers around Peter, who had gotten so lost in the moment he had gone soft and Peter moaned, focusing on him again. Still-slick fingers moved against sensitive skin, Peter's hips making little thrusts as he hardened in Sylar's palm.
Then Sylar started moving again, thrusting in time with each slide of his hand and Peter lost it, his whole body curling as he came, jerking with each thin jet of liquid. Letting go, Sylar wiped his hand on the bed before bracing his hands on either side of Peter's chest and driving into him repeatedly as Peter cried out in wordless pleasure.
He couldn't tear his eyes from the sight below him, the way the skirt was pushed up around Peter's hips and how he arched and twisted, now clutching at Sylar's forearms, his nails digging in hard enough to leave marks. It was the heels that did Sylar in as they pressed against his legs with each of Peter's movements and it felt like time stopped, sensations peaking and engulfing him.
Everything started moving again in what felt like slow motion, Peter pulling him down for a slow kiss as Sylar melted into him, his body feeling completely boneless. That was... fantastic, Sylar thought, not even caring about the sappy grin that he knew was spreading across Peter's face. He couldn't have moved if he wanted to and he couldn't even fathom wanting to.
“Turn around, please.” Sylar practically whimpered the last word and Peter complied, sliding the black knee length coat out of the way as he slid around. When he was finally facing the tall man again he licked his lips and smirked at the stunned look that crossed Sylar’s face. He leaned back and enjoyed Sylar’s eyes drinking in his outfit.
When you suggested this, I wasn’t sure but now...
At Gabriel’s thought Peter palmed a hand down the silky red camisole and over the short black vinyl skirt. The look was completed with the smooth legs that he’d shaved for the occasion and they looked miles long in the shiny black heels he wore.
Sylar made a choked sound at the motion and knew Peter could see his dick hardening through the thick material of his jeans. Then the shorter man slid off the jacket and stalked over to him, pressing close and tilting his head up to engage Sylar in a passionate kiss. Hands curled in dark hair as tongues met and teased, Sylar’s hands moving down to grab the vinyl clad ass.
Can I? Gabriel asked and Sylar relinquished control.
Not for long.
Gabriel ignored his counterpart, letting his hands slide down the cool material of Peter's top. Reaching the end of it, he slipped his hand underneath and rubbed his thumb gently over the smooth skin. He grinned as Peter shivered and he let his fingers slide upward to tease a nipple, Peter's whimper making him shudder with desire.
Sylar yanked back control with no warning, his fingers pinching and making Peter cry out. Tilting his head down he slid his lips over Peter's, contrasting the sharp pain with a soft kiss. Peter groaned and tugged him towards the bedroom, doing his best not to break them apart.
Gabriel snickered in the back of Sylar's head when Peter stumbled back onto the bed and both of them pretended not to hear it as Sylar bit and sucked his way down Peter's neck. Peter arched and moaned, hips thrusting against Sylar, hands gripping the blankets at every touch that slid closer to the hem of his skirt.
Then Sylar pushed the skirt up and bit his lip to keep from making a noise he was sure would be humiliating. Peter was wearing a pair of white lace girl's panties edged in a light blue and it was such an innocent contrast to his outfit that Sylar's cock gave a twitch and Gabriel actually did make a needy sound. Peter's smirk was infuriating and Sylar retaliated by running a teasing finger over the hard length that wasn't covered in the slightest by the tiny garment.
Let me touch again, Gabriel pressed and Sylar growled, quickly getting frustrated with his other self, pushing him back.
It's my turn now, he told Gabriel, his voice this side of a snarl. You'll get him later so just leave us alone.
Gabriel made a sulky noise before disappearing and Sylar felt relief at having their head to himself. Peter looked for a minute like he was thinking about how he'd have to deal with an upset Gabriel and then Sylar wrapped a hand around Peter's cock. Peter shuddered, whining, and Sylar let go, enjoying the protesting sound that Peter made.
He found the lube halfway under the bed and reached down to get it while Peter struggled to get the panties off, his rush making him clumsy. Sylar smiled to himself as Peter cursed in frustration before he was finally able to slide them away from those high heels. Then Peter was lounging back onto the bed, spreading his legs and looking for all the world like a high class whore.
Sylar squeezed the water based lube on his fingers before popping the lid shut and setting it aside. Running his fingers over Peter's entrance earned him a gasp and he repeated the motion teasingly before slipping one inside and crooking it to find the spot. As soon as he brushed against it, Peter's whole body arched up, hands tangling in the blankets.
Peter was soon gasping for more and Sylar carefully slid in another finger. Just because Peter could heal didn't mean he was unconcerned with hurting him. He moved them in and out quickly, soaking in the sight of Peter, helpless and whimpering out pleas for Sylar to fuck him. They were ignored as Sylar added a third finger, reaching up and stroking Peter until he was quivering and fighting to not cum.
He finally removed his fingers and poured more lube on them, making a show of grasping himself and tugging. He bit his lip as he slowly worked his hand up and down, twisting it around the tip. Peter groaned, watching him and then finally pushed himself up to pull at Sylar, his face twisted with want.
Sylar let Peter draw him closer, his hips pushing up as Sylar pressed into him. He wondered if Peter had any idea of how sexy he looked, hands clenching and mouth hanging open as he breathlessly panted out oh, oh, oh as Sylar sank completely into him. He could tell Peter was unaware of anything but the sensation of stretching around Sylar, of being taken.
Stilling, he reached down, wrapping his fingers around Peter, who had gotten so lost in the moment he had gone soft and Peter moaned, focusing on him again. Still-slick fingers moved against sensitive skin, Peter's hips making little thrusts as he hardened in Sylar's palm.
Then Sylar started moving again, thrusting in time with each slide of his hand and Peter lost it, his whole body curling as he came, jerking with each thin jet of liquid. Letting go, Sylar wiped his hand on the bed before bracing his hands on either side of Peter's chest and driving into him repeatedly as Peter cried out in wordless pleasure.
He couldn't tear his eyes from the sight below him, the way the skirt was pushed up around Peter's hips and how he arched and twisted, now clutching at Sylar's forearms, his nails digging in hard enough to leave marks. It was the heels that did Sylar in as they pressed against his legs with each of Peter's movements and it felt like time stopped, sensations peaking and engulfing him.
Everything started moving again in what felt like slow motion, Peter pulling him down for a slow kiss as Sylar melted into him, his body feeling completely boneless. That was... fantastic, Sylar thought, not even caring about the sappy grin that he knew was spreading across Peter's face. He couldn't have moved if he wanted to and he couldn't even fathom wanting to.