Fandom: Heroes RPS/FPS
Pairing: Sendhil/Sylar, Sendhil/Zach
Rating: R
Summary: What Sendhil fears more.
Notes: Written for the Heroes Actor/Character Kink Meme, for the prompt "unafraid".
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The light bulb in his bedside lamp shatters the first time he and Sylar have sex. Sendhil looks over at his nightstand in the afterglow and sees tiny white flakes of glass, like powder snow, on the dark polished wood, and remarks with a laugh that one of them must have hit it without even noticing.
Sylar slips out of Sendhil's arms and leaves the bed in silence.
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Gentle fingers ran through his hair, brushing the curls away from his forehead. The closeness was scorching, Zach's arm pulling them tightly together, back against chest as they came down. Lips caressed his nape, shoulder, earlobe, jaw. "Sendhil," Zach said, and swallowed the rest of the words Sendhil knew were on his lips.
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Sylar is gripping his hips with slippery fingers, water splashing and spilling over the edge of the tub as Sendhil fucks him with steady, even thrusts. Sylar is slowly but surely getting hard again under the surface, and Sendhil considers whether he should keep going and let Sylar come a second time like this, or pull out and fuck himself on the recovering cock.
"No," Sylar says. "Keep going." So Sendhil does, mechanically, pushing into the hot body that squeezes around him and draws its own egotistic pleasure from him. Sylar's eyes are fixed on the ceiling. Sendhil comes without a word, and Sylar idly jerks his own cock and follows.
Catching his breath, Sendhil notices that the water hasn't cooled.
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Zach's gaze was traveling his face, Sendhil could feel it without looking up. Dark brown, intense, trying to catch his eyes. Sendhil pulled out and saw Zach open his mouth, probably to protest, but no words came as Sendhil flipped him over on the bed. The rest was silence, Zach's face buried in a pillow, no words and no eyes.
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The acceptance comes to Sendhil much easier than he would have thought, just like he accepts the lack of hands holding his legs up, keeping his back pressed against the wall; he's suspended in mid-air as he's fucked, Sylar's hands on his cock and one nipple.
Sylar looks into his eyes. Sendhil thinks he sees expectation there as a hand crawls up to close around his neck. Sendhil says nothing, lets go of his grip around Sylar's shoulders, and covers Sylar's hand with his own.
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"Don't call again," Sendhil said, and noted the silence on the line. There was no shaky breathing. There was no 'why'.
It seemed some minutes had passed. The display on the phone showed 14 seconds. "Okay," Zach said.
Sendhil hung up.
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"Why don't you fear me?" Sylar asks. He lights up his index finger and stares vacantly into the flame.
"There are scarier things to me than this," Sendhil says, and traces the bruises on his hips, where strong hands gripped him without a care and pulled him down to grind against that familiar yet strange body.
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