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tamingthemuseTitle: Possession
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Prompt: #122 – Thirst at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tamingthemuse
Fandom: Heroes
Warnings: implied incest, implied slash, possessiveness, insanity
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar/Elle, baby Noah
Spoilers: Season 3 all recent episodes
Summary: Peter stole something from Pinehearst and when Sylar and Elle find out what the course of their lives are changed forever. Sylar’s POV.
Author’s Notes: I wrote this because I didn’t want to give up my favorite Heroes pairing but I found myself in love with a canon pairing, so it lead to threesome fun. I fully intend on making this a small series, or maybe even a longer fic. Let me know what you guys think.
Gabriel understood the hunger. He understood it better than anything else and while now he was able to suppress and didn’t even need it he still felt it every day. And every day he embraced it. His father had showed him the way to unlock his power of empathy but it didn’t feel right, it wasn’t nearly as satisfying, but most importantly it wasn’t his and it never had been.
It was his.
His brother.
His adversary.
His greatest ally.
Peter.
It had felt wrong to use it, but it had served its purposed. The powers he now had access to just by taking the right street were mind blowing. He could walk down the street and feel the power of those that were special around him and while the hunger called him he knew he didn’t need it any longer.
The thirst for old game of cat and mouse was overshadowed by a new hunger. For him…and her.
He no longer walked alone because they were always by his side.
His beautiful baby brother. Peter was so powerful and so eager to please. Empathy was his gift in a way that Sylar would never be able to understand. He was also so easy to break, and their father had broken him. But Sylar had put him back together again and he was magnificent.
She was incredible. Elle. If he could ever love anyone that didn’t already belong to him by blood it would be her. She was sharp and bright and her eyes sparkled and crackled like the electricity across her fingertips.
She didn’t have near the power he and Peter had but she was what held them all together. Because she could love just as strongly as Peter did and she could be just as viciously possessive was Sylar was.
She had almost seared the retinas of a waitress that had leaned too close to Peter as he had walked past her. Sylar had been about to handle it, if things got more out of hand, but Elle had reacted quickly and it been Peter to pull her away.
He was after all the one that needed to be protected.
Their broken hero.
It had been Peter that had lead them away from the elder Petrelli. Peter who had shown Elle and Sylar the dirty secret daddy dearest had been keeping from them. It had nearly killed him too, he had nearly killed him. Torn through his head with the intent of destroying everything that had been his youngest son.
They had stopped him and had gotten Peter away, because it had been him that had saved their son. It had been Peter that had found the child Arthur had been putting together between his obedient lambs for the purpose to creating the same genetic code that he couldn’t get his hands on from Claire.
There had been a break in at Pinehearst and all they had been told was something important had been stolen. For months they had scoured the glob searching for Peter and whatever he had taken and Sylar had began to doubt his father.
Because he had saved Peter, and he knew whatever his brother was up to could never be the horrors they were made to believe would happen if it remained in his possession.
Sylar and Elle had been the best though so it was inevitable that they would find Peter. They had tracked him down to a small town in Kansas and they had stood across the street as they had watched Peter pull up to a run down small house. They had been about to apprehend him as he got out of the vehicle when he had opened the back door and had pulled out the small blue carrier.
He had felt it then. That connection pulling him, that bound he had only ever felt with Peter and their mother, family, some form of the empathy that wasn’t his that told him where his true loyalties should belong.
They had still tried to take him and Peter had put up a hell of a fight. It seemed little Claire being as special as she was had found a way to return Peter’s powers to him and even though they had always been evenly matched before his brother lost this time.
He hadn’t been able to fight while he was protecting the child.
Then it all had come crashing down and Sylar’s world had been changed forever.
The child was his and Elle’s.
Little Noah, such a very special little boy with an uncle whose eyes were haunted and unnaturally hard with the determination that he wouldn’t watch him die again in the future. That he would be protected. Safe.
They had ran and it had been Elle to bridge the gap between the three of them. Elle who had loved Noah within moments of seeing him, who refused to leave her sons side for weeks and who had refused to let Peter and Sylar out of her sight as well.
Because she had already lost so much and he knew she was just trying to protect the small amount of family she had left.
So they had come to be together and he had felt the hunger return again only this time it was a different kind of thirst. A clarity of the reality around him. They were his. Elle, Peter, and Noah were his and he would tear apart anyone that tried to take them away from him.
It was time to pay mother a visit, it was time for them to stop running because they had enemies that they needed to be rid of and a future to build that he would paint with the blood of others to have.
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Prompt: #122 – Thirst at
tamingthemuseFandom: Heroes
Warnings: implied incest, implied slash, possessiveness, insanity
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Sylar/Elle, baby Noah
Spoilers: Season 3 all recent episodes
Summary: Peter stole something from Pinehearst and when Sylar and Elle find out what the course of their lives are changed forever. Sylar’s POV.
Author’s Notes: I wrote this because I didn’t want to give up my favorite Heroes pairing but I found myself in love with a canon pairing, so it lead to threesome fun. I fully intend on making this a small series, or maybe even a longer fic. Let me know what you guys think.
Gabriel understood the hunger. He understood it better than anything else and while now he was able to suppress and didn’t even need it he still felt it every day. And every day he embraced it. His father had showed him the way to unlock his power of empathy but it didn’t feel right, it wasn’t nearly as satisfying, but most importantly it wasn’t his and it never had been.
It was his.
His brother.
His adversary.
His greatest ally.
Peter.
It had felt wrong to use it, but it had served its purposed. The powers he now had access to just by taking the right street were mind blowing. He could walk down the street and feel the power of those that were special around him and while the hunger called him he knew he didn’t need it any longer.
The thirst for old game of cat and mouse was overshadowed by a new hunger. For him…and her.
He no longer walked alone because they were always by his side.
His beautiful baby brother. Peter was so powerful and so eager to please. Empathy was his gift in a way that Sylar would never be able to understand. He was also so easy to break, and their father had broken him. But Sylar had put him back together again and he was magnificent.
She was incredible. Elle. If he could ever love anyone that didn’t already belong to him by blood it would be her. She was sharp and bright and her eyes sparkled and crackled like the electricity across her fingertips.
She didn’t have near the power he and Peter had but she was what held them all together. Because she could love just as strongly as Peter did and she could be just as viciously possessive was Sylar was.
She had almost seared the retinas of a waitress that had leaned too close to Peter as he had walked past her. Sylar had been about to handle it, if things got more out of hand, but Elle had reacted quickly and it been Peter to pull her away.
He was after all the one that needed to be protected.
Their broken hero.
It had been Peter that had lead them away from the elder Petrelli. Peter who had shown Elle and Sylar the dirty secret daddy dearest had been keeping from them. It had nearly killed him too, he had nearly killed him. Torn through his head with the intent of destroying everything that had been his youngest son.
They had stopped him and had gotten Peter away, because it had been him that had saved their son. It had been Peter that had found the child Arthur had been putting together between his obedient lambs for the purpose to creating the same genetic code that he couldn’t get his hands on from Claire.
There had been a break in at Pinehearst and all they had been told was something important had been stolen. For months they had scoured the glob searching for Peter and whatever he had taken and Sylar had began to doubt his father.
Because he had saved Peter, and he knew whatever his brother was up to could never be the horrors they were made to believe would happen if it remained in his possession.
Sylar and Elle had been the best though so it was inevitable that they would find Peter. They had tracked him down to a small town in Kansas and they had stood across the street as they had watched Peter pull up to a run down small house. They had been about to apprehend him as he got out of the vehicle when he had opened the back door and had pulled out the small blue carrier.
He had felt it then. That connection pulling him, that bound he had only ever felt with Peter and their mother, family, some form of the empathy that wasn’t his that told him where his true loyalties should belong.
They had still tried to take him and Peter had put up a hell of a fight. It seemed little Claire being as special as she was had found a way to return Peter’s powers to him and even though they had always been evenly matched before his brother lost this time.
He hadn’t been able to fight while he was protecting the child.
Then it all had come crashing down and Sylar’s world had been changed forever.
The child was his and Elle’s.
Little Noah, such a very special little boy with an uncle whose eyes were haunted and unnaturally hard with the determination that he wouldn’t watch him die again in the future. That he would be protected. Safe.
They had ran and it had been Elle to bridge the gap between the three of them. Elle who had loved Noah within moments of seeing him, who refused to leave her sons side for weeks and who had refused to let Peter and Sylar out of her sight as well.
Because she had already lost so much and he knew she was just trying to protect the small amount of family she had left.
So they had come to be together and he had felt the hunger return again only this time it was a different kind of thirst. A clarity of the reality around him. They were his. Elle, Peter, and Noah were his and he would tear apart anyone that tried to take them away from him.
It was time to pay mother a visit, it was time for them to stop running because they had enemies that they needed to be rid of and a future to build that he would paint with the blood of others to have.
