Two "Monsters" in a Car

When Noah returned to the car Sylar was still smiling in the back seat. His eyes followed Noah as he opened the car door and sat, closing the door and making it all too silent. He glanced briefly at Sylar in the rearview mirror. He wanted nothing more then to knock that smile off his face.

He had let that monster witness a scene with him and his daughter. Why he had allowed that to happen he couldn't say. He hated showing any weakness in front of the man. Not that Claire being one of Noah’s weaknesses was anything new to Sylar. He had found and exploited that weakness from before they had met each other, it seemed.

Noah started the car and pulled away from his home and started back to return Sylar to his cage.

He was furious at the fact that he had to deal with this twisted excuse for a human being when he had so many problems that needed working out. And not for the first time nor the last he wondered how Angela Petrelli could have stuck him with the mad man. How she could let him loose. Noah knew what Sylar was and he knew how to deal with him, but the Company demanded this instead. Noah shook his head at his inner thoughts and glanced back at Sylar again.

Dark eyes under dark brows met his.

“She doesn’t trust you anymore,” Sylar said.

Simple enough words but they set Noah’s blood to boiling. Not that he let it show.

He smiled, certain Sylar was watching him through the mirror. “Just a few more minutes and we’ll have you back in your cell.”

“When I touched her today,” Sylar began and Noah felt the pause between those words and the next. “I felt her pain. What I had done to her.”

“That’s enough!” Noah said, a warning.

Sylar carried on as if he hadn’t been interrupted.

“What you had done to her. Betrayed her. Lied to her. I don’t think what I did compares.”

Noah took his eyes off the road to turn and glare at Sylar. “You son of a bitch. I thought I told you not to talk about her! You are a monster and a killer!”

Sylar only smirked and continued to watch with his dark eyes. “Aren’t we all?”

Noah’s fingers tensed on the steering wheel, knuckles white. Silence fell and Noah had a sudden curiosity as to why Sylar had remained in the back of the vehicle.

Noah inwardly scolded himself for not taking note of it sooner. Sylar did very little if not nothing without thinking, without a purpose. Noah refused to acknowledge it was a trait they both shared.

A new tension filled Noah, and it made his shoulders itch. Sylar sat calmly and quietly enough but what reasons were behind the lack of action.

Was he back there to keep Noah from seeing every move he made? Was it for a strategic position in case Sylar had chosen tonight to finally turn on Noah? Noah had thought the moment would come sooner or later.

Sylar picked up on the growing agitation in the other man and smiled. White teeth shone in the rear view mirror. Sylar slowly leaned forward and Noah felt Sylar’s breath on the side of his neck. It was warm and unnerving.

“She’s afraid of you,” he whispered.

“Shut up and sit back.”

“She thinks you’re a monster. Just like me.”

His voice was amused and low. Noah’s teeth clenched as rage overcame him. Rage at his situation. Rage at himself. But most of all, rage at the man that was so casually perched in the back seat.

Noah knew there were no cars near them to make what he was about do anymore dangerous then it had to be.

He slammed down on the brakes, foot to the floor. The car squealed and threatened to swerve out of control. Noah held it in place.

Sylar flew forward, his momentum throwing him into the windshield and dashboard. Noah heard the satisfying sounds of bones snapping and breaking. That Sylar didn’t break through the windshield was Noah’s only regret.

He pulled out his gun as soon as the car came to a stop and he parked it. He pushed Sylar’s bloody face into the dashboard and put the gun hard into the back of Sylar’s head. Right over that sweet spot that could stop even Sylar.

Sylar groaned and blinked against the blood oozing down his face from a wound that was already closing. His arm was twisted in a strange way. Noah grabbed the arm with his free hand and twisted it a bit.

Sylar screamed in pain. All that power and look at him. It was Noah’s turn to smile.

“You should have been wearing a seat belt.”

Sylar growled but Noah pressed the front of the gun harder into Sylar’s head before he could move. Sylar stilled and met Noah’s eyes.

“I tolerate you because I have to,” Noah said. “But don’t think for one second that I can’t end this.”

Sylar bared his teeth in what some could say was a smile.

“Attempting to kill me twice in one day. This isn’t good for a partnership.”

“You’re a monster. And once Angela Petrelli is done with you, you’ll get what you deserve.”

“And what do I deserve?”

Noah dug the gun point into Sylar’s scalp and Sylar laughed.

“You tell yourself I’m a monster but look at you! She’s right about you. Your Claire Bear!”

Noah thought he had been about to pull the trigger of the gun but he’d never know for sure. Because at that instant he was pushed backward by a force he couldn’t see. Air left his lungs in the impact of him hitting the inside of the car door. His head hitting the window.

His vision sparked for a few seconds and came into focus finally on Sylar’s face inches from his own.

Brown eyes flickered back and forth across Noah’s face, his mouth in a thoughtful line.

Noah found that he couldn’t move. So, this was it? He knew he should have ended Sylar when he had the chance. But the Company. The damn Company had stopped him. Noah knew he had been right all along.

Sylar wiped blood from his own forehead with one hand and slowly brought the other hand toward Noah. One finger reached him and crawled up the side of his face. Noah willed his body to move away from the touch but it was useless, he was held in place by Sylar.

Sylar’s fingers reached his hair line and long fingerers curled into that hair. Noah couldn’t read the expression on Sylar’s face and that annoyed him more than anything.

“Are you going to kill me or can we continue our drive?” Noah asked.

Sylar gave a small start as if surprised. A person wouldn’t have noticed the quick flicker in Sylar’s eyes or the sudden in take of breath if they hadn’t been looking for it like Noah had been.

Sylar’s hand slipped out of his hair and the younger man pulled back. He maneuvered his long limbs out of their uncomfortable position and worked his way into the passenger seat. Sylar slowly raised a hand to his head again, checking the healed wound. Then he glanced at Noah with a frown on his face.

The unseen pressure holding Noah in place fell away. Noah reached around to the back of his own head to check for bleeding. None. Good.

He positioned himself back into the seat and adjusted his suit jacket. Something poked him in the arm and Noah turned to see that Sylar held his gun, handle pointed toward Noah.

Noah’s eyes narrowed. What was Sylar playing at? What weird kick was he getting by playing Angela Petrelli’s game? Was it really just his mommy issues or was Sylar toying with all of them?

Grabbing the gun from Sylar, Noah quickly placed it back in its holster.

“Time to get you back to the cage now. Play time is over.” Noah said.

Sylar didn’t give any outward sign of the words effecting him.

As Noah made to turn the ignition Sylar spoke. “We’re more alike then you like to think. You and I.”

He pulled a bloody hand to his mouth and sucked the side of his index finger, eyes on Noah the entire time.

Noah dropped his hand from the ignition and he smirked. Curiosity and his knowledge that he and Sylar had always been up front kind of people with each other got the better of him.

“What are you playing at?”

Sylar raised an eyebrow in question.

“Why play along with Angela? Why the good boy routine?”

Sylar frowned and dropped his finger from his mouth. Noah couldn’t help but notice Sylar lick his lip, just missing a thin trail of blood that ran down his face.

“I’m trying to change, Noah.”

“You can’t. You can’t change who you are, Gabriel.”

The use of his real name made Sylar grimace.

“And you? You can change?”

“I’m not like you,” Noah said defensively.

“Oh, right. You’ve never killed.” Sylar looked away. His eyes stared out the window like he didn’t have a care in the world. “You’ve never ruined innocent people.”

Noah wanted to tell him to shut up. Wanted to stop the truth he knew was in Sylar’s sarcastic words. He had never felt much regret or shame for what he had done in the past. Never even gave it much thought, even for what he had done to Sylar. He had helped in making him exactly what he was now on behalf of the Company. He’d done similar to so many others, anyway. But suddenly the weight of all of it felt heavy. When you sat down and looked at the body count, Noah was far ahead of Sylar.

But he couldn’t let that phase him. He had lived with those ghosts for this long and he could go on. He had done it for the Company and for his family.

“That’s right. Rationalize your past. I find it helps sometimes.”

“Be quiet.”

“I took what others didn’t deserve. I’m the next step in evolution.”

“Not this speech again.” Noah rolled his eyes impatiently.

“You don’t think yourself better? Who are you to choose who lives and who dies?”

“I don’t.”

Sylar leaned forward, Noah didn’t pull away.

“I forgot. You let your Company choose. Playing their pawn. Or are you playing them?”

Sylar’s voice was low and almost soft. It was strangely soothing even if the words weren’t. For a brief moment Noah thought Sylar was using one of his many “borrowed” powers.

“You used the Company tonight. You used that poor man. You used your Claire.”

Noah opened his mouth to shut Sylar up but Sylar continued.

“All to try and kill me.”

Noah’s mouth closed. Sylar tilted his head and looked at Noah like he was seeing him for the first time.

“If not a monster then what are you?”

Noah growled angrily and turned to start the car again. He didn’t have time for Sylar’s games. Before he could start the car Sylar grabbed his arm.

“Let go!” Noah tried to pull his arm free but Sylar didn’t let go. “Let me go, Gabriel.” No grimace that time but Sylar’s grip tightened.

Noah sighed and brought his other hand around to grab Sylar’s. He twisted just so and Sylar’s grip was released with a cry of pain escaping the younger man’s lips. His pain didn’t last long and his eyes narrowed angrily. Apparently they were going to go back and forth all night. But Sylar did something unexpected. He swung his free arm around and a fist connected with Noah’s jaw. The punch was an inexperienced one and probably caused Sylar more pain than it did Noah but his jaw still stung. The impact had made him let go of Sylar’s hand.

“You won’t admit it!” Sylar’s voice was now rough and slightly labored. “But you know it!”

Noah was tempted to pull his gun out again but didn’t. He grabbed Sylar by his disheveled collar. He would never understand Sylar's need to convince him that they were similar.

“You’re wrong. You’re a sociopath.”

Sylar smiled, “You know deep down that you’re just like me."

Noah’s fist collided with Sylar’s face before he knew it. Sylar grunted and licked the fresh cut on his bottom lip.

“You’re so lost in your “morally grey” but you see everything in such black and white. Go ahead. Beat the monster. If it’ll make you feel better, go ahead.”

Noah raised his fist again. He knew it really would make him feel better to take his frustrations out on Sylar, but his fist didn’t fall.

An instant passed and then Sylar moved. Noah had no time to react before Sylar closed the space between them and crushed his lips against Noah’s. Shock overwhelmed Noah and he failed to push Sylar off of him. It seemed to be enough for Sylar, as he wrapped his fingers tightly around the back of Noah's neck.

Reasons beyond his knowing, Noah didn’t pull away or push Sylar back. He couldn’t think past the feel of Sylar’s rough lips against his own and the taste of sweat and blood. Something about it was intoxicating.

Sylar’s lips opened under his and a warm tongue invaded his mouth. It was strangely soft and warm, full of reservations compared to the rest of Sylar's actions. Noah felt Sylar’s fingers grip even harder against the back of his skull and he, himself, hadn’t let go of Sylar’s collar.

It was insane. It was wrong. It was something that was happening.

Sylar made a noise in the back of his throat and leaned closer, making the angle more comfortable. Hard, half a day old stubble scraped against Noah’s cheek, irritating his skin to the point that the sting didn’t immediately disappear. It was an unfamiliar feeling but not unpleasant.

Not knowing exactly how this had escalated or how far it was going to go, Noah tried to regain his thoughts. But Sylar seemed to think it was going to go farther. A strong hand snaked up Noah’s thigh and stopped when it pressed against the erection it found. Noah grunted and became all too aware of his situation and who he was with.

He leaned back in his seat and grabbed Sylar’s hand, stopping him from continuing whatever he had intended.

“No, just…” Noah’s words trailed off when his eyes fell on Sylar. The younger man watched him, eyes dark and hidden under thick eyebrows. His lips were flushed and parted, and his breaths came in quick pants.

There were no thoughts of endearment that one would feel for someone he had just made out with. No thoughts of tenderness. His rage and hate were still there, but all he could think of at that moment was how fuckable Sylar's mouth looked.

Noah pushed Sylar's hand from his crotch and noticed the confused look that came over his features. He had to think this through. Noah had a sudden fear that Sylar was tricking him again and he was falling for it. He met Sylar's eyes again and his dick twitched impatiently. Noah was lost to rational thought in that moment, his arousal seemed to take command from him.

Noah unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants, leaned back in his seat and looked at Sylar expectantly.

Sylar glanced from Noah's erection to his eyes and hesitated. Noah decided that he wouldn't put up with that lack of confidence so he wrapped a hand around the back of Sylar's neck and gave him a little encouragement by pulling his upper body down toward his lap.

Strangely, Sylar didn't protest or resist the direction. He quickly had his face inches above Noah's unzipped pants and his fingers reached in to release Noah's erection.

Noah sighed and let his fingers slide up Sylar's neck and into his hair. He massaged them into his scalp, more encouragement to continue. Warm breath and then a furnace of moisture as Sylar took him into his mouth.

Sylar didn't have much room to maneuver between Noah and the steering wheel but Noah couldn't make himself care. His fingers gripped hard into Sylar's hair and he could feel the cracking of a few dry blood covered strands between his fingers. His grip was probably to the point of being painful but again, Noah couldn't bring himself to care.

His hips began to move upward into the welcoming mouth of the psychopathic serial killer. It was all so surreal and wrong. Noah let his head fall back against the seat and closed his eyes. Sylar's sloppy technique wasn't the most fulfilling but the enthusiasm and the situation were enough to drive Noah's arousal to a heightened state.

Firming his grip in Sylar's hair even more he began to push his hips into it more, needing a faster and harder rhythm. Sylar grabbed Noah's thigh and the steering wheel for a purchase as Noah pumped into his mouth with very little regard to anything else but his own pleasure.

"Fucking... bastard," Noah said through gritted teeth. He wasn't sure why he had spoken but it seemed to just spill out of him. Sylar made that noise in the back of his throat again and Noah opened his eyes to look down at him. The sight of Sylar, of all people, going down on him and apparently enjoying it made his head spin and then he groaned loudly and pushed Sylar's head down onto his erection as he came. His entire body tensed and spasmed as Sylar choked and fumbled but didn't fight him. He could feel Sylar swallowing his cum around his twitching erection and it was satisfying beyond belief.

Noah smiled and let out a huff of a laugh. His hips jerked into Sylar's mouth one last time and then he released his hold on him.

Sylar cleared his throat as he sat upright, and pushed himself up with shaking arms. He wiped his semen covered mouth with the back of his hand and met Noah's eyes. Noah expected shame or embarrassment at what he had just done, but Sylar showed none of it. His eyes were still dark and shone hungrily.

Noah took notice of Sylar's own obvious erection but the need to deal with it didn't seem important to him. Noah stuffed his penis back into his pants and buttoned them up. He shrugged back into a comfortable position and turned away from Sylar's stare.

Sylar sighed and sat back in his own seat. He adjusted himself through his pants.

"I should have known," Sylar said, as if to himself.

"You can take care of your own self, if that's what you want."

Noah turned the car on and looked in the side mirror for traffic. The road was as empty as it had been when they had originally stopped. But he hesitated. His peripheral vision noticed Sylar and his still evident erection. What if...? Some part of him he didn't wish to listen to wanted to turn the car off and see what else could happen. What else he could get Sylar to do.

Images and scenarios accosted him. Noah let his eyes find Sylar’s again before he quickly turned back to the steering wheel.

“Its time to get you back to mommy,” he said. Sylar smiled and Noah hated him for it.

He pulled out onto the road, finally back on their way to end the insane night.

THE END