This is usually the part where people start scream

Sun, 08 Mar 2009 17:08:50 GMT

Title: "Insanity runs in the family. It practically gallops.".
Author: Hanne, joyoushandclaps/captfine/fromheavencame
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gabriel Gray/Elle Bishop
POV: Third Person
Word count: 1375
Summary: “No, nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking about the insanity. The more I do, the more I realise that insanity doesn’t just run in our family, it practically gallops.”
Disclaimer: This story is mine. The words in this are written by me, so yes, I do infact own it. However, the characters Gabriel Gray and Elle Bishop both belong to Tim Kring, and NBC.

He slowly paces back and forth in the bedroom while he thought everything through over and over and over again. It had been several weeks now since Elle had called him home to tell him something, and taken his hand, squeezing it and asking that he don’t panic or overreact, and proceeded to inform him that she was pregnant with his child. It had well, scared him absolutely shitless to be honest, and he had no idea what to do about it.

It wasn’t as if they could get rid of the baby, he had been raised against abortion by his mother, and Elle had, though she seemed horrified by the idea of a baby, at the same time completely against getting rid of it in any way. Adopting it away was of course an option, but then again, the chances that their child having some sort of ability was high as it seemed to run in families, so giving it to someone who wouldn’t know how to handle it was a bad idea as well. And then on top of that there was the fact that by the time it was born they would both probably have gotten attached to it, even though that was hardly on their minds at the moment.

He brings his hands up to his hair and tugs at it, making a face before he forces himself to take a deep breath and smooth it back down. He was allowed to panic though wasn’t he? Fathers to be always panicked, they had to. How could they not? He had to admit though, it was funny how this was making him panic more than anything. One would think that with everything that they had to worry about of other things. The company and other people with abilities; people who wanted them dead that this would pale in comparison to it all, but it was quite the opposite.

“Elle, honey, you’re not going to start showing until you’re like, three or four months on the way, or well, at least that’s the average,” he says softly, having moved to stand in the door of the bathroom where his girlfriend was standing in her underwear, staring at herself in the full length mirror they had, first staring at herself from straight on before turning to view from the side, pushing out her stomach what she can before retracting it, and then letting it go back to normal.

“How do you know that?” she snaps in return, she had had a bit of a temper lately, but her knew that was just because she was worried, and scared, so he never said a single thing to it.

“I was, well, I couldn’t sleep last night, so I was reading up some stuff on the internet. Of course it’s different for everyone, but, the women on the message board I was looking at said that generally with their first pregnancy they didn’t start showing until the third or fourth month…sometimes even the fifth, but. Not now, you’re only what was it the doctor said? Eight weeks? Nine tops?” he asks, and walks into the room and over to her, slipping his arms around her still thin waist, though where he would have normally squeezed her tight to show her he cares, he lets one hand rest flat against her stomach, the other more around her waist as he holds her close.

“You were reading up on it?” she asks, and he can hear the slight waver in her voice that reveals that this just might make her cry and he gives her a gentle squeeze. He wonders if this is all due to the baby, or rather, the raging hormones as he read that too, that women tend to get extremely emotional, but he didn’t know it would be so early on. She tilts her head up to look at him as he towers over her, and he just smiles, leaning down and placing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Well, I have to read up on it now don’t I? Being…daddy and all, I have to know what’s going on in you,” he replies, and now he’s done it, her eyes are welling up with tears and she closes them before they can all spill out, however one manages to roll down her cheek, though he has to admit, it makes him smile. “We can maybe start, I don’t know, measuring? Once a week at the same time in the morning just to see how you’re getting along…”

She cuts him short by turning around, forcing her arms in under his so that she can cling to him with her face pressed against his chest. She’s shaking, so he knows that she’s crying now, but he doesn’t say anything, instead he just holds her a bit tighter, and leans down to nuzzle his nose in the blonde locks of her hair.

“Do you think we’re going to be alright?” she asks, finally pulling back and sniffing, her eyes are slightly red and when he looks down at his shirt there are wet spots, but he doesn’t care, not about that, all he cares for is her.

“Of course we’re going to be alright Elle. Come on, we survived the eclipse, how much harder can raising a baby be?” he asks, though that earns him a hard smack on the chest and a scowl from her, but hey, at least she’s stopped crying! He knows that she hates it when he brings up that day because of what she saw Noah Bennet do to him, but he still uses it, jokingly, whenever he needs to get her mind off one thing and on to something else.

“I think the only thing that we have to worry about is the fact that insanity runs in the family,” he smirks, and though she’s still scowling at him, he just wiggles his eyebrows and leans down to place a soft kiss on her lips. He slowly sinks down to his knees and kisses her stomach, murmuring softly against it as he smiles, before he pulls back with a slight frown on his face.

She looks at him and there’s a slightly look of panic on her face, obviously she’s thinking that he thinks something is wrong now that he’s been so close to her stomach. “What is it?” What’s wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking about the insanity. The more I do, the more I realise that insanity doesn’t just run in our family, it practically gallops,” he replies and looks back up at her, his nose wrinkled a bit and he’s working hard to not let an amused look cross his face. His words earn him another smack, though this time it’s to the top of his head, and once he comes over the surprise of it he’s laughing, leaning forward and laughing against her stomach, because another thing he read that was even when tiny (though he didn’t remember the exact week), babies could hear and when they came out they would be able to recognize their mothers voice, and he was hoping that the baby would recognize his as well.

He gets up again and smiles at her, his eyes are shining, though his are with happiness rather than the tears that were making hers glitter earlier. “Yeah Elle, I think that we’ll be alright,” he nods, leaning down and wrapping his arms around her waist again, and she brings hers up around his shoulders. “People have been doing this for years after all, right? I think that we’re going to be just fine, otherwise, whenever we need help, we always have the internet.”

For the first time all day she smiles, a wide smile that lights up her whole face and she nods, before she presses a quick, gentle kiss to his lips. “I believe you,” she whispers softly, kissing him again before she comes down from where she was standing on her toes and looks at him, her head slightly tilted and making him tilt his as well, though in the opposite direction.

“I love you Daddy,” she says softly and gives him a nervous smile.

“I love you too Mommy.”

Sun, 08 Mar 2009 17:06:02 GMT

Title: William?! But William's a boys name!.
Author: Hanne, joyoushandclaps/captfine/fromheavencame
Rating: G
Characters: Gabriel Gray, Molly Walker; with mentions of Matt Parkman and Mohinder Suresh
POV: Third Person
Word count: 1354
Summary: “Oh! William is here!” she suddenly exclaimed, and Gabriel was pulled from his thoughts by worry crashing back into his mind. William? But, but that’s a boys name! Oh dear that wasn’t good at all.
Disclaimer: This story is mine. The words in this are written by me, so yes, I do infact own it. However, the characters Gabriel Gray and Molly Walker both belong to Tim Kring, and NBC.

With Matt and Mohinder both gone away with work Gabriel had been placed as guardian for Molly until they came back. He didn’t mind it much, he’d taken care of her several times before when Matt and Mohinder had work, or a couples retreat or something of the sort. Actually, he quite enjoyed taking care of the young girl. He never had to do much, she was very independent, but he would help her with her homework and make dinner, and of course make sure she brushed her teeth and got to school, all the responsibilities that were to be expected, but other than that she was a very good girl. She would always help with dishes even when not asked, and she’d do her chores and everything she had to do. Another reason he was fond of staying with her was that he would be staying at their house, which meant that he would have a nice large, double bed rather than his small single, and there was just something about being able to stretch out fully that was absolutely wonderful.

This time though it was different. He was supposed to watch her as normal, which was fine, but he also had to help her get ready for junior prom, and that freaked him out beyond belief. Now Matt and Mohinder had told him that everything was already in order, that the dress had been bought and all that he had to do was take her to get her hair and make up done, and then take a picture of her, well, more life fifty pictures of her, but other than that he didn’t have to do anything other than gush. She was going with a group of friends so they were going to come pick her up early to go to one friends house to have something to eat and hang out before they all went to the school. Still though, he worried and over thought it all, because what if, shock and horror, Molly had a date? With a boy! Was he supposed to talk to the boy and tell him that if he laid a hand on his, niece?, that he would regret it? Matt and Mohinder hadn’t said anything about that.

The day of the prom went well, though of course Gabriel had his worries in the back of his mind the whole day. He made sure that Molly had a good breakfast, making waffles for her to get her off to a good start before he drove her to get her hair and make up done, and he, despite her protests and making of faces he took pictures of her during the whole day. The pictures actually started with her asleep, though she had jumped on his back and wouldn’t get done until he had deleted it. However, he soon explained to her that her dads would want to see her transformation from their little girl to a beautiful teenager in its entirety, so she let him take the pictures that he wanted.

He almost teared up when she was all done, because really, she looked absolutely beautiful. Her hair was up, though a few strands were down in curls, and though she was wearing make up it wasn’t over done, he’d made sure of that, and well, she looked like a young woman. Of course there was a voice in his head saying that she was too pretty and that boys would be all over her, and that made him want to find some reason to ground her, but well, it was her prom and he knew how much going had to mean to her.

“You look stunning Molly,” Gabriel told her and smiled before leaning down and hugging her, or trying to hug her rather as she pushed him away giggling.

“You’re going to mess up my hair Uncle Gabriel!” she giggled, though leaned up and kissed his cheek to make up for the lack of hugging. He remembered the first time she had referred to him as her uncle. It had been a Christmas a few years back when he’d stopped by to have dinner with them. That had become a regular thing as he was alone, and they felt like he should at least have someone to spend the holidays with. She’d said ‘Merry Christmas Uncle Gabriel!’ and handed him the present that she had for him, and he had been so stunned by it he had just stared at her with an open mouth for a few minutes before he had managed to snap out of it.

“Oh! William is here!” she suddenly exclaimed, and Gabriel was pulled from his thoughts by worry crashing back into his mind. William? But, but that’s a boys name! Oh dear that wasn’t good at all. He was tempted to hurry off and call Mohinder to ask just what he should do about this situation, but then again, they had trusted him to take care of it all without them, so he was just going to have to.

He was again pulled from his thoughts, though this time by the sound of giggling out in the hall and then the call of his name, and he made his way in to see the pair. His eyes narrowed immediately when he saw the boy, even though he looked very nice, and probably was he still couldn’t help but not trust him. However, they did make a sweet couple, and he caught eye of what had been making Molly giggle so much. There was now a corsage on her wrist that matched her dress perfectly.

“Alright, you two, over by the stairs,” he ordered, and though Molly glared at him (she probably hadn’t told Matt and Mohinder about William either now come to think of it) he put his foot down and just pointed towards them. “Go!”

With an eye roll Molly stomped over to them, though he could see that she was really relishing in all the attention she was getting. Once the two of them were in position he snapped a few photos, and then nodded at them so that they could relax again.

”Okay, perfect, and now finally before you go, I have to have a word with this young man,” he said and pointed at William, and Molly groaned loudly.

”No you don’t!” she protested, but Gabriel ignored her and just put his hand on William’s shoulder.

”Come with me young man,” he said and marched him into the kitchen with a firm look on his face. “Now, I am Molly’s guardian today, so I have to lay down some rules. You are to keep your hands on her waist. You are to be respectful to her wishes. No means no. And you are to have her back her, safe and sound at 10.30pm. I will give you precisely 5 minutes to say good bye with the light on on the porch, and I will be watching you through the window so don’t try any funny business. Got it William?”

The boy looked nervous, but nodded, and then Gabriel smiled at him and patted his shoulder. “Alright, perfect,” he said and lead him back to the front room where Molly was waiting, foot tapping and her arms crossed over her chest, though Gabriel winked at her and she brightened up.

“Okay, you two have fun,” he said and went over to Molly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Love you, kid.”

“Love you too Uncle Gabriel,” she smiled, leaning up and kissing his cheek again before her hand was shyly extended to this William, and they went out together, leaving Gabriel at the door with a small smile on his face.

She was growing up so fast right in front of his eyes, but thankfully, there were moments like these that he would forever remember that he could look back on in years to come when she grew up even more. But it was worth it, because he knew in his heart that she was going to be an amazing woman.

Sun, 08 Mar 2009 17:01:54 GMT

Title: You looked like you could use a hug.
Author: Hanne, joyoushandclaps/captfine/fromheavencame
Rating: G
Pairing: Young!Gabriel Gray/Molly Walker
POV: Third Person
Word count: 728
Summary: “Well, you looked like you could have used a hug,” she replied, and then crawled over to hug him tightly before bursting into a giggle fit, while Gabriel’s cheeks turned a glorious shade of scarlet.
Disclaimer: This story is mine. The words in this are written by me, so yes, I do in fact own it. However, the characters Gabriel Gray and Molly Walker both belong to Tim Kring, and NBC.

Gabriel couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in his eyes as he saw all of his lunch sinking into the murky water of the large puddle that had gathered up in the playground, though where the teachers had strictly told them not to go. He didn’t know why the bullies always chose him, but they did, and now he just had to watch the tuna sandwich his mother had made for him soak up the water and sink into it. The cookies that she had baked the night before had been eaten in front of his face by the older boys as they laughed at him, though they didn’t even really eat them, no, they chewed on them and then spit them out saying that his mother couldn’t bake. Those cookies however were his favourite, and he loved them. He sniffed and brought his hand up to wipe his nose, and right as he did he heard a girls voice behind him.

“Are you okay?” she asked in a soft voice, and he turned around to look at her. He’d seen her before, but never spoken to her. She was in one of the other second grade classes. She was cute, for being a girl at least, though he wasn’t quite sure why she was talking to him now. He sniffed again and shook his head, and then turned back towards the puddle to point at his ruined lunch.

“Oh, was it those mean bullies from the fifth grade?” she asked, looking sadly at the sandwich at first before a slight frown creased her brow, and Gabriel nodded, sniffing again and repeating the motion of wiping his nose on his sleeve.

“I hate them. They’re so mean. They should pick on someone their own size!” she then said and wrinkled her nose, and right then Gabriel’s stomach rumbled, after all, he didn’t have any food now.

“Oh, you’re probably hungry! Of course, I have a cheese sandwich… And, and I think my mommy might have put in a bag of cheetos. Come on, I’ll share with you,” she said brightly and reached out to take Gabriel’s hand, and pulled him along with her first into the building to get her bright pink my little pony lunch box, before they headed outside again and to sit under one of the trees that dotted the school yard.

They sat down together and Gabriel sniffed again, though it had been a long time since he had last, because this was nice. She was nice, even though he didn’t even know her name. He watched her open her lunch box and take out first the sandwich and then her thermos.

”So, what’s your name?” she asked as she handed over half of her sandwich to him, and then poured some of the contents of her thermos in the lid cup. “It’s Hawaiian punch, my mommy always lets me have it on Friday’s.”

”Gabriel,” he replied softly and for the first time smiled at her when he reached out for the sandwich, though when their hands touched he almost dropped it with the way he quickly retracted his hand.

“I’m Molly,” she replied and beamed at him, and he smiled back at her again before they both busied themselves with eating their half of the sandwich and sipped their Hawaiian punch. And soon it finished and Gabriel was just looking at her with his head slightly tilted.

“Why are you nice to me?” he asked softly, the question rather abrupt, but it was rare that anyone was this nice to him, so he had to asked. He gently bit his lower lip as he waited for the answer, half waiting for her to laugh at him, though she just smiled at him instead.

“Well, you looked like you could have used a hug,” she replied, and then crawled over to hug him tightly before bursting into a giggle fit, while Gabriel’s cheeks turned a glorious shade of scarlet. Before he could say anything else though the bell rang, and Molly got up, grabbing her lunch box. “I’ll see you next recess Gabriel!” she exclaimed, and then ran towards the school building giggling, leaving Gabriel there under the shade of the tree, his mind deciding that this girl was going to be the first girl he was to kiss.

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 11:50:05 GMT

Title: Leave the light on.
Author: Hanne, joyoushandclaps/captfine/fromheavencame
Rating: R
Pairing: Gabriel Gray/Elle Bishop
POV: Third Person
Word count: 640
Summary: Gabriel had always heard when he was younger that the rule was that after three dates you could have sex with the person that you were dating. That that was the standard of sorts, because after three dates you knew the girl liked you, and she knew you liked her, and that way she wouldn’t be viewed as a slut, and you wouldn’t be seen as only after her to have sex.
Disclaimer: This story is mine. The words in this are written by me, so yes, I do infact own it. However, the characters Gabriel Gray and Elle Bishop both belong to Tim Kring, and NBC.
Note: Written for the community mad_muses, with the prompt "Leave the light on."

Gabriel had always heard when he was younger that the rule was that after three dates you could have sex with the person that you were dating. That that was the standard of sorts, because after three dates you knew the girl liked you, and she knew you liked her, and that way she wouldn’t be viewed as a slut, and you wouldn’t be seen as only after her to have sex. They were however on their six date, and hadn’t gone any further than making out in the hallway of her apartment after their forth date, and though there had been a slight possibility for going further at the time, Gabriel had pulled back and excused himself with a final peck to her lips, hurrying out to get home and take a cold shower.

Everything about their date had lead up to them spending their first night together. They’d had a nice dinner and then gone for a walk, or they had tried to go for a walk at least. It had ended up with them standing under a light post as it lightly snowed, their lips seemingly frozen together as they kissed for what seemed like hours, and what would have been hours if a sudden gust of chilly wind hadn’t blown up and made them both shiver and decide that the best thing would be to go back to his apartment to continue what they were doing.

The short cab ride from the park and back to Gabriel’s apartment had been a rather difficult one. They had wanted to be all over each other, their hands kept roaming, but at the same time they hadn’t wanted to offend the cab driver or anger him by showing too many displays of affection while in the cab. Finally though they had pulled up in front of his building, and now that the time had passed he was quite sure that he had overpaid the cabby, but at the time it hadn’t matter. Actually, now that he thought about it, it didn’t matter now either.

There had been something thrilling about the way they moved together, even stopping the elevator for five minutes as things got a bit hot and heavy in it, and Gabriel had pressed Elle up against the side of it, and damn had he ever been tempted to just take her right then and there. Of course, he hadn’t done that. He was a horny, but he was still respectful of her.

Finally though they had managed to make it up to his apartment, a few more stops on the way, one unfortunate one where they had ended up against one of his neighbours doors and it promptly being opened, throwing them both off for a moment and earning the pair and few scowls. However they had smiled with all the innocence that they could muster in that moment before hurrying on down the hall to the correct door, erupting into laughter once they got inside, slamming it shut and locking it.

Elle had taken over once they got inside his apartment, much to Gabriel’s surprise. However, luckily for him she marched him straight back into the bedroom and pushed him down onto his bed, straddling him before kissing him deeply and making him groan against her lips. He had scooted back on the bed once she let him have a moment to breathe, but he pulled her up with him and connected their lips again.

Gabriel paused again, pulling back from the kiss and taking his glasses off, and as he reached over to put them on the bedside table he also reached up to flick the lights off, however before he had the opportunity to do that Elle grabbed his hand and gave her one of her faux innocent smirks.

“Leave the light on.”

Thu, 12 Feb 2009 19:14:34 GMT

Title: The Stars at Night...
Author: Hanne, joyoushandclaps /captfine
Rating: R
Pairing: Zachary Quinto/Milo Ventimiglia
POV: Third Person
Word count: 964
Summary: Zachary Quinto has a fixation with something on unexpected on Milo Ventimiglia's body.
Disclaimer: This story is mine. The words in this are written by me, so yes, I do infact own it. However, the people belong to themselves, and I do not know them.

There was something about the star tattoo on the inside of Milo’s upper arm that had always drawn Zachary to him. He’d reached out and touched it the first time he’d seen it, his finger tracing the outline of it and he had thought that he felt Milo shiver under the touch, though he’d never asked if it had been because of his touch or just because of tickles, but that was because he liked to think that it was because of the touch, and not just because his body was overly sensitive.

His mind often wandered to thoughts of the tattoo, if anything, it was probably one of Milo’s most erotic features. And it made his body tingle every time he saw the other topless strutting around on set, though it was always a turn off when Hayden would show up with her stupid blonde head and have him wrap her arm around him, obviously because then he couldn’t see it anymore.

They had an upcoming seen the two of them, Sylar vs. Peter, the classic villain/hero showdown that they both knew made fans go wild, and therefore they both wanted to get it just right and had agreed that it would be a good idea to go over lines with each other a bit extra and work out just how they would move to make it seem completely natural, and had decided to meet for lunch the day they were set for filming, it was going to be a night fight after all.

They had agreed on a time, but after finishing up early with his scenes Zachary decided that they more time they had, the better, and headed over to Milo’s trailer where he had been told he had been for the last half hour. He had drinks for them in one hand and food in the other, and under his arm he’d stuck the script so that he could carry it all at once, though when he arrived outside the trailer a frown crossed his face. It sounded like someone was panting, but, well he knew Milo, but working out in the middle of the day? Come on. Soon enough though what was really going on became obvious as he heard a moan. His eyes widened and he dropped the drinks that he had been holding, a soft curse passing his lips, not so much because of the loss, but more because he worried that Milo would have heard that there was someone outside and stopped what it was that he was doing.

However, when he put his ear to the door it seemed that Milo hadn’t taken any notice of it at all, and he smiled to himself. Score, at least so far. But then Hayden came to mind and he cursed again, of course assuming that the couple were having a luncheon quickie, however, he soon remembered that Hayden was on location, and inside his mind he did a little dance of victory. He wasn’t with her, which meant he was either cheating on her or alone, though which didn’t really matter to him, it was comforting to him either way.

Zachary set the food down on the ground along with his script before creeping around the trailer to the window and stood on the tips of his toes so that he could peak in through the window, and though the curtains were drawn there was still a small crack, and the sight that was laid out before him made him make a strangled noise in his throat, though that made him quickly back up and away from the trailer. After a moment of standing completely still against the opposite trailer, absolutely petrified he eased up and risked going forward again to peak through the curtain again.

Milo was jerking off, the little perv! Alright, so Zachary shouldn’t really judge seeing as he was the one who was peaking through the curtain and watching him jerk off, but still! It was the middle of the day and they were on the set, even he hadn’t ever done that. But, what made it even better, and what turned him on to it was that the slip in the curtain made it so that sunlight was beaming straight in on the star tattoo, and he couldn’t take his eyes off it.

There was something about the way the muscles flexed as Milo worked himself, the way it moved with each movement. The muscles tightened under the ink each time the other would squeeze himself and then relax when he stopped, and it told him everything that he was doing without even him having to look down at his cock. It didn’t even interest him all that much, the star tattoo was what was his main fixation.

All too soon there was the telltale strangled mix of a moan and a whimper that told him that the other was done, and the muscles under the star tattoo relaxed, and Zachary dropped down and turned so that he could lean against the trailer. He took a deep breath to relax himself, there was a slight tenting in his jeans, though nothing that wouldn’t go away in a few minutes.

He decided to give Milo ten minutes to relax and clean up, and hopefully get dressed again, and he went back to get new drinks and food for them, tossing what he’d set on the ground because chances were that bugs had crawled onto it, and he didn’t want that. Now though he had to act like his mind wasn’t on his tattoo and how much he would love to watch it close up, and that might prove to be just one of the hardest jobs he’d yet to face in his career.

Fri, 06 Feb 2009 11:57:59 GMT

Title: Dedication
Author: Hanne, joyoushandclap /captfine
Rating: PG
Pairing: Zachary Quinto/Neil Patrick Harris (Though really, it's quite open for interpretation)
POV: Third Person
Word count: 645
Summary: Dedication is the act of giving oneself fully and utterly to a cause over a period of time. When one dedicates themselves to something one stays completely devoted to the cause, and only to that cause.
Disclaimer: This story is mine. The words in this are written by me, so yes, I do infact own it. However, the people belong to themselves, and I do not know them.

ded•i•ca•tion
n.
1. The act of dedicating or the state of being dedicated.
2. A note prefixed to a literary, artistic, or musical composition dedicating it to someone in token of affection or esteem.
3. A rite or ceremony of dedicating.
4. Selfless devotion:

Dedication is the act of giving oneself fully and utterly to a cause over a period of time. When one dedicates themselves to something one stays completely devoted to the cause, and only to that cause.

They say that opposite attract each other. The good desire those who are bad. The poor desire those who are rich. And the dark desire those who are light. It’s about wanting something that are not. Wanting a taste of something that’s different and new. It’s the need to have, to have spice in your life, and the over all defect that man has that no matter how one is, it is never enough, and there is always the pull and the strive to be and have something different. One can’t always make oneself different though, and that is why opposites attract each other.

It started off like everything, innocent as can be. They were simply actors, set to appear on stage together, so of course they had to spend time together, they had to rehearse! So what if they stayed a bit later than everyone else, or came in a bit early? They both wanted it to be the performance of their lives, just like with anything else they did, dedicated as they were.

Late rehearsals and early meet ups soon lead to afternoon coffee breaks together and discussional dinners, but they took their work seriously. Their characters were important to them, and since their characters were close, basically joined at the hip, they figured that they too should be, so that they would know what it was like. Dedication to a role was something that directors appreciated, and when others saw just how dedicated they were, then they were sure to consider them for important, vital roles in the future.

Sex was just seemed to happen between them after a while. Passionate and wild, they knew each others wants and needs and desires, It wasn’t something that was targeted or planned, it just seemed to happen. They had cut themselves off from anyone else and needed the sweet release. After all, they had to study their characters without anyone disturbing them. Both were young, healthy men in their prime though, so it came as no surprise that the desire and the want was there, nor the need for release they both felt. Of course they could have gone elsewhere, but they were dedicated to the greater cause, and they were dedicated to each other, and that was what lead the pair to fall into bed together. Darker skin against lighter tones, and the mess that was left in the bed made it obvious that it had been inhabited by two people the night before. One of dark nature and the other of light. Opposites that came together for the dedication to a single cause.

And then the day comes where they must part ways. Their work is done and their dedication is needed elsewhere. There are others who need to have their passion and their dedication in their projects to make them the best. Of course there is sadness, when one finds someone as dedicated as oneself, it is not a person that one wants to let go. But as with everything, and end must come, sooner or later.

They do not say good bye though, no, just a simple thanks for everything. They know that they’ll see each other again, though where or when is unbeknown as so many things in life are. They’re dedicated to each other now though, and somehow, they will find a way.

Mon, 03 Nov 2008 16:51:10 GMT

Title: N/A
Author: Hanne, hanneberry/joyoushandclap
Rating: N/A
Pairing: Gabriel Gray/Peter Petrelli
POV: Third Person
Word count: 4665
Summary: For this part? College pt.1.2
Disclaimer: This story is mine. The words in this are written by me, so yes, I do infact own it. However the people that my characters are based off of I do not own, they belong to NBC and Tim Kring who I'm brb marrying
Author Notes: NaNoWriMo. Unedited obviously.

College pt.1.1

Classes started soon after and they both immersed themselves in school work, but they still found time to be together of sorts. Well, obviously they spent a lot of time together because they lived together, but they soon became close friends as well. Gabriel had honestly been worried at first that they would clash, being too different due to everything especially money even though that wasn’t a huge deal to him, but much to his surprise it didn’t’ seem to be too big of a deal to Peter either.

The other was of course still trying to get him to go to parties with him. Except Gabriel soon learned that they weren’t parties, they were social events. Partying was for commoners, and for high school students, whereas the boys of the dorm were the ones that were meant to carry the world on their shoulders in a few years time, and the men that were meant to do just that didn’t party. They socialized. He had ended up finally going along to one of the events, one where they all sat around drinking brandy, smoking and talking. Much to his surprise he was welcomed warmly by the group, saying that Peter had spoken so much about him and that they had been expecting him ages ago to come introduce himself, so thanks to Peter he was accepted into the group of America’s finest, and wealthiest men while he hardly had a penny to his name At least compared to them that was his situation. Peter did seem to be the ring leader for the freshman of the dorm, apparently this was because of his brother and how he had been the best of his year, and really the best student of the decade, and of course that added pressure to Peter and how he was supposed to act. A combination of social and academic achievements were required and expected of him, and Gabriel often wondered how Peter was meant to cope with all that. Both his brother and his parents, who it turned out were both high profiled lawyers in New York where he must have heard the name, had high standards and expectancy for the youngest son.

While he knew that the boy was smart, he could easily just breeze on by in class, he also knew that when there were papers due, or major papers to turn in Peter had to work hard. Of course Peter didn’t know that he knew, it was really by chance that Gabriel even knew about it. It had just happened one night where he’d woken up and had to go to the bathroom, only to find Peter in the library with a large pot of coffee. He’d stood for a long while in silence just watching him and the way he was bent over his books, cursing to himself while frantically taking as many notes as he could. There was something quite endearing about the whole situation, and he had been tempted at the time to go in to the other and offer his support, but he hadn’t, instead just watching him for a good ten minutes before turning and quietly leaving him alone. He often wondered after if he should have offered to help Peter study or something of the sort, if he wanted to be quizzed or anything really, but every paper or test he knew that Peter had spent the night crunching for he seemed to ace, so he stayed quiet about it.

The two of them did manage to spend a lot of time together though, despite having different schedules and well, Peter being a social butterfly. They tried to have dinner together in the dorm once a week, and they soon found out that they were both fans of Christmas, so once the holiday season was upon them they decided to do something about it. They first went out to get a tree, which must have been a sight to see as they half carried, half dragged it across campus from where they parked the car and to their dorm, and it was times like these where they were happy that their dorm was one the first floor and that they had their own private entrance. Not only did they that way avoid odd questions and looks, but they didn’t have to worry about being told to sweep the hall to get rid of all the needles that more than likely would have been lost. That weekend had been the first weekend that they had spent in together alone, just the two of them talking and having fun as they decorated their dorm, and Gabriel finally gave in to Peter and they shared a bottle of Port in front of the fireplace in the library. Peter had then decided that his mission for the year was going to be to get Gabriel drunk, just because he wanted to see what he acted like. Gabriel on the other hand was quite determined to not let himself get drunk in front of Peter, especially with his track record of what he had done last time he was drunk. He didn’t want to end up putting the moves on Peter only to be rejected by him, and more than likely the rest of the dorm if it did come to that.

That though had lead to the question of getting something for each other for Christmas, but he was completely stuck as to what to get. Whenever Peter said that he wanted something, a few days later it would come in the mail, so what on earth was he supposed to purchase? He wanted it to be something Peter wanted, and something that was special. Also something that he would value, but it wasn’t like he could get something of the same expense that Peter must be used to Of course he knew very well what he would have liked to get him. A pocket watch. Custom built by himself for Peter with some words of wisdom engraved on the casing. A pocket watch had always been Gabriel’s favourite out of everything, and it was something that was suiting for a man with high social rankings. But at the same time he didn’t want to get anything that would hint that Peter was anything more than a friend to him, so he didn’t want to get him that because it was quite the personal gift, and that would really just make things weird between them, wouldn’t it?

No, he was determined on just staying friends with Peter, even though the other boy seemed to tickle his fancy in all the right places. He was just so attractive, and Gabriel hated that the crush that had bubbled up in his stomach from the first moment he had laid eyes on the other just kept growing. Deep down he had been hoping that it would turn out that Peter was a major douche bag so that any feelings that he had for him and his attractiveness would be demolished by an unattractive personality, but the closer he got to Peter the kinder the other got, and Gabriel fell more and more for every part of the other man.

It didn’t help that he was fully aware that Peter swung both ways. He’d received a rather rude awakening with that fact, as one day he’d been in the library from morning and until he was kicked out, only to come back to their dorm to find Peter on his knees with his face in the lap of some man whose name he never caught, and since he’d never seen around. That had been a rather interesting situation to which he’d immediately excused himself and spent the rest of the day and the next in his room, that was until Peter threatened to go to the janitor and get him to come remove the door if he didn’t unlock it. At that he did as told and Peter barged into his room, demanding to know if he was a homophobe, and then breaking down to apologize. That had then lead to Gabriel smacking him upside the head and telling him to shut up and that it was just a bit of a shock to come home to live porn. Then and there they decided that from now on that visitors were to be kept in their own rooms, and if anything ever did happen in the common areas of their dorm that they would be the one to either hire someone to clean it, or make sure to scrub it damn good themselves. Of course Gabriel knew that he wouldn’t be having any issues with that, he didn’t plan on having any visitors over, but that way he would either avoid completely knowing that the boy he desired was sleeping with someone else, or he would be made very aware of it due to the smell of cleaning products and he could try to avoid him and any potential lover. Envy was an ugly colour, of course it was, but Gabriel couldn’t help it, and since he refused to do anything about the fact that he liked Peter he started dressing accordingly to suit the green.

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“What do you want for Christmas?” Gabriel asked softly, looking up at Peter from where he was sitting on the floor near the fireplace, dressed in his classic button up shirt, sweater vest and nice pants, though they had been tucked into a pair of thick woollen socks as it was freezing outside now.

It was a late Saturday evening, and for they were having another quiet night indoors. It wasn’t that there weren’t any social events going on for them to attend, but they had agreed that since both of them would be leaving next weekend they should have a weekend together before they’d be apart. Gabriel had contemplated at first whether it would be well, appropriate to ask Peter if he wanted to do anything over the holidays as they were both going back to New York and all, but he took too long and by the time he’d worked up enough reasoning to ask, Peter announced that the family had decided to have their Christmas in Aspen at the family cabin, and Gabriel’s heart sank at the news. He had been hoping to at least suggest that the two of them meet up to go ice skating or something like that, or maybe even that the two of them meet to watch the ball drop in Times Square. Now though he plans were ruined, so he was glad that they were going to at least spend some time together. Yes, he was still crushing on Peter, and honestly, his feelings ran deeper and deeper each day that passed.

“You don’t have to get me anything Gabriel,” Peter replied, looking down at him with a slight crease in his brow. He was sitting on one of the big chairs, legs draped over the side. He had a glass of scotch that he was sipping on, apparently that was the right thing to drink in their current situation, and Gabriel had his sitting next to him on the floor, though it was hardly touched. Peter on the other hand had already finished off a few glasses and was starting to get a bit drunk, but it made Gabriel smile quite a bit.

Peter was always fun when he was drunk, that had been revealed on Halloween when Peter, drunk out of his mind had burst into Gabriel’s room saying that he wanted booty, and then proceeded to crawl onto his sleeping form and kissed his cheek. And that could have gone somewhere, perhaps, if Peter hadn’t had quite as much to drink as he had, because all that had ended up happening that night was Gabriel sitting with Peter in the bathroom rubbing his back as he threw up. It had been a sort of bonding experience between the two of them, even though he would have very much liked to have bonded in a different way. Peter had of course been horrified the next day when he told him what had happened, but he had just laughed it up and told him that if he ever came home that drunk that the roles would be reversed.

“Of course I do,” Gabriel replied, turning the sound up a bit as his favourite Christmas song; Christmas in Killarney, came on the small Bose speakers that were scattered throughout the rooms of the house. They’d been playing Christmas tunes all evening, alternating between their iPods. “I love Christmas shopping, I’m just…stuck on what to get you.”

“Well, you should know what I like by now Gabriel,” Peter replied matter of factly, snubbing him a bit and taking a sip of his drink, than sticking out his bottom lip as if he was upset that he was having trouble with finding something to buy him.

“I do know what you like Peter, it’s just that you always go out and buy whatever it is that you do like so I don’t have a chance on getting it for you first.” Gabriel smirked a bit at his own reply, especially since Peter turned and glowered at him for a moment before a smile broke across his face and he downed the rest of his drink, and then threw the book he had been reading at him. The book actually hit Gabriel in the head and made him grunt, wrinkling his nose as he brought a hand up to clutch the spot as he groaned, while Peter looked absolutely horrified at what he’d just done.

“Oh fuck, Gabriel are you alright?” he asked, wide eyed as he slipped down on the floor and crawled next to him, grabbing his wrist and trying to pry it away to see what damage he had done to his friend.

Gabriel, even though in pain, couldn’t help but start to laugh, nodding and finally letting Peter have a look at what he’d done, even though there wasn’t really anything to look at. There was just a pain where the edge had hit. It didn’t even matter much though, because Peter was close to him, and he could smell the heavy sent of alcohol on his lips, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that they were so close, and that with a bit more alcohol in his system Gabriel would be shoving his tongue down Peter’s throat.

“See, I’m fine so you can get off me,” Gabriel told him, grumbling and scowling at Peter like he was cross with him, though that didn’t last long as he cracked and snorted with laughter, then picked up his glass and took another small sip of it, wrinkling his nose a bit as he swallowed. He was getting better with alcohol, that was for sure, but it still wasn’t his favourite thing. If it meant bonding time with Peter though, well, then his uptight ways were a small sacrifice for what he got back.

“I’m sorry though, I didn’t mean to hit you. I was trying to get it to fly past your head. I told you before that my aim was shit,” he groaned and looked at Gabriel again, almost like he had just accidentally shot him or something rather than just hit him in the head with a book. Before Gabriel could even react to the words he was falling backwards from Peter throwing his arms around his neck and making him cough and sputter out of surprise, and then snort with laughter.

“That’s the opposite of getting off me Petrelli,” he said with a frown and gave Peter another gentle shove, though before he would even have a chance to move away Gabriel “gave in” and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly, even though he would have liked to do so much more to him. “And you still haven’t answered my question.”

Peter sat up and gave him a look that was just asking if he was crazy, and Gabriel chuckled at the reaction. Was it really that surprising that he wanted to get him a gift?

“You still want to get me something after I just whacked and almost took your eye out with a book? After I almost blinded you?” he asked, wide eyed and Gabriel reached up to poke his nose, just because it seemed like the suitable thing to do.

“Well now that you put it like that…” Gabriel trailed off, though before long he started laughing again and propped himself up on his elbows, Peter still with his arms around him and almost in his lap. “No, but seriously Peter. I want to get you something for Christmas, and you better tell me what it is that you want soon or I’m going to end up just getting you something and it might not be something you want. So unless you want crap, you need to let me know.”

“What if I want you to kiss me?” Peter asked bluntly, and Gabriel’s breath hitched in his throat, his face paling just a bit, though thankfully in the warm glow of the fire it wasn’t all that visible. Kiss him? Of course he did. Hell, that would be a Christmas present for him. But why did he suggest that? Did he know he liked him? He couldn’t, could he? He’d tried so hard to make sure that he never showed that he liked him. Before he could open his mouth to say that he would love to, Peter started laughing and shaking his head, leaning in and placing a peck on his partially open lips.

“I was just pulling your leg Gabriel, God, you look like I just told you I wanted to bend you over and fuck you over a desk,” he laughed, but Gabriel was sitting there in a sort of stunned silence. A warmth was spreading throughout him from the place where their lips had touched, heightening all his senses and making it that much more noticeable to him where Peter was touching him, and how their hips were touching. “Chill out a bit dude, I know you’re not gay.”

“I didn’t say that,” Gabriel replied quietly, looking at Peter with wide eyes. His voice was soft and he shut his eyes for a moment. Fuck. This had to really be the most awkward situation he had ever been in, and that was saying a lot for him. But, God. Kissing Peter was exactly what he wanted, but those words, the assumption that didn’t like guys stung. Sure he hadn’t exactly gone out on a date with any or boasted about how someone was hot, but he hadn’t really done that about any women, so he wasn’t quite sure how Peter came to the conclusion that he was straight.

“Oh piss off it Gabriel, don’t come here and tell me that you’re gay all suddenly, I know I’m hot but,” Peter started, but Gabriel had lost the mood to joke around and instead of shooting something sarcastic back at him he shoved Peter’s chest rather hard.

"I can be whatever I want to be," he said sourly, and watched as Peter frowned at him. He was over reacting and deep down he knew that perfectly well, but he couldn't help it. The fact that Peter assumed that he wasn't gay hurt. Just because he didn't parade his sexuality shouldn't mean that he was just faking it after all. Peter knew nothing of his sexuality and what he'd done. It'd probably shock the other to know that Gabriel had even slept with another man, on the same trip where he'd fingered a girl for the first time, but when he'd slept with the guy he'd been completely sober. "Just because I don't go around boasting about who and what and when I screw someone doesn't mean I haven't. Now get off me."

He proceeded to shove Peter so hard that the other fell aside out of pure surprise and got up, leaving everything where it was as he made his way to his bed room to well, pout. Okay, he was over reacting even more than he thought he would, but his knickers were in a twist now and he wanted to get away. Peter on the other hand wasn't going to let him go so easily and went after him, following him right into the bedroom, even though Gabriel was ignoring him, and when the other finally sat down on the bed he climbed after him, on him top of him in fact.

"Gabriel, I...I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd get so offended," he said looking at him with actual concern in his eyes, and Gabriel couldn't help it but melt at the sight of them. In that moment he hated how weak he was for Peter, and how much of an effect the other had on him. He wanted to just punch Peter in the face right then and there and tell him to back the fuck off, but instead he just reached a hand up and brushed the lock of dark hair away from Peter's face and tucked it behind his ear.

"You shouldn't go making silly assumptions like that then should you," he asked with a soft laugh, shaking his head a bit. "And you're not the one who should be sorry. I might have overreacted a bit. I just...would feel bad if I came out to you now that you've made it sound like the only reason I'd be saying it is that I wanted to be with you."

"That's...really really ridiculous," Peter replied, muttering to himself for an instant as he backed off Gabriel a bit as he frowned at the floor, and then finally looked up at Gabriel again. "Are you?"

Am I? What kind of a question was that? Gabriel wanted to smack Peter upside the head for that. How the boy got through school so well he had no idea, because he could be quite the idiot sometimes. He wasn't the type of idiot one stayed mad at though and Gabriel started laughing, shaking his head a bit at the other.

"You're an idiot you know that, right?" he asked, eyes sparkling a bit as he gave Peter a playful shove this time. It was slightly relieving, having out in the open like this now, though he still didn't know how exactly he was supposed to tell Peter that he did like him. But then again, now was perhaps not the time and place to do just that. They had just opened up to each other, or rather he had opened up to Peter, and that was going to be enough for one night.

"Dude you...why the fuck didn't you tell me?" Peter asked, reaching over and doing what he had wanted to do to him and smacked Gabriel upside the head. "Dude, Gabriel, you've known about me ages now, you should have told me! I've been to like, so many social events here that I could have taken you with me to! I would have even made sure that you found someone to hook up with for the night. I've been thinking about that for ages now, that you really need to get laid, but since you haven't been out with me I wasn't sure what your type was, so obviously I couldn't just bring a girl home for you at random. But...damn. Now that I know you're so coming with me next time whether you like it or not."

Gabriel just stared at Peter as he rambled on, a slight grin on his face as he sat there in minor disbelief for what was happening. Peter was so very, very unique. He chuckled to himself and shook his head, finally reaching over and putting a finger over Peter's lips to shut him up for a moment so he could get a word in.

"Number one, I like girls too, make no mistake of that. And secondly, why do you think that knowing I like guys is going to make me want to go out and party, I mean socialize with you? I'd still rather spend the night curled up in here with a cup of tea and a good book than go out and kill my brain cells with alcohol," Gabriel replied, shaking his head a bit. Peter of course though had an immediate response for him, and he seemed quite determined on getting Gabriel out of the dorm for at least one night so he could take him to a gay party.

"I just thought that maybe you hadn't wanted to go with me before because you didn't know how I was going to react to you you know, hitting on guys and all that jazz," he said, and it did sort of make sense to Gabriel, he just thought that it was quite rediculous for the other to even think that. "But, fuck. Tea and a book? How the hell did I not get that you were into cock before now?"

For a moment Gabriel just stared at Peter. Stunned by the words that had just come out of his mouth before he burst out laughing, unable to control himself because fuck, just the look of self disgust on Peter's face brought him to tears.

"You seriously had absolutely no idea?" he asked after managing to control himself a bit, panting and looking up at Peter from the floor like before, though this time he was on it because he'd slid down from laughing. He wiped a few tears from his now rosy cheeks, trying to stop them as he saw the way Peter was glowering at him and tried to get a look of pure seriousness on his face instead. "I mean. I'm surprised you didn't have an inkling that my sexual preferences were not entirely heterosexual Peter. I mean. Christ I'm taking fucking art history," he said, though the straight face didn't last a second after those last words past his lips he was screaming with laughter again.

"Dude, your gaydar must be way fucking off, are you sure you're gay? I can't believe you didn't notice," he managed through gasps of laughter, and he had to soon wipe his eyes again as more tears of laughter spilled from them. Without a chance to react to anything there was soon a heavy weight on him, that weight being Peter who was pinning him to the ground.

"Shut. Up," Peter said firmly, bending down over Gabriel so that their faces were only inches apart, and Gabriel finally managed to regain control of his laughter.

"Make me," he replied challengingly, eyes sparkling, not only from the tears, but also from a sudden lust and desire from the light teasing that they had started to fall into. Sure they had had similar teasing before, but now. It was different this time. This time Peter was tipsy, and he knew that Gabriel was gay. Could that lead to something? Anything would be welcomed really, Gabriel was desperate almost for something by this point.

And then it happened. What Gabriel had longed for to happen for months, since the moment they had met really. Before Gabriel even had a chance to register it Peter was dipping his head down and pressed their lips together, and a he felt as if there was a shock coming from them that ran throughout his entire body. That shut him up, that was for damn sure. He kissed back eagerly, probably too eagerly for his own good if it was to be determined by the smirk that was on Peter's face when he pulled back and got up.

"I knew you wanted me," he said and winked at Gabriel, and then turned and left the room, leaving the poor boy alone on the floor with blood rushing to his cock.

Sun, 02 Nov 2008 12:14:13 GMT

Title: N/A
Author: Hanne, hanneberry/joyoushandclap
Rating: N/A
Pairing: Gabriel Gray/Peter Petrelli
POV: Third Person
Word count: 5393
Summary: For this part? College pt.1.1
Disclaimer: This story is mine. The words in this are written by me, so yes, I do infact own it. However the people that my characters are based off of I do not own, they belong to NBC and Tim Kring who I'm brb marrying
Author Notes: NaNoWriMo. Unedited obviously.

"I'm sorry Mr.Gray, but your room has been changed," the receptionist told him with an apologetic look, and a frown crossed his face upon learning the news. His room had been changed? Why hadn't he been informed of that before he'd hauled all of his shit out of the van and his father had driven off, leaving him helpless with everything waiting for him on the lawn in front of the building.

"Changed? Oh, so where am I staying now?" he asked with a soft groan, hoping that it was just a room swap and not another building. He liked this area, it was quiet and near the library, which would always come in handy as he'd probably be spending a lot of time there. "And why do i have to change rooms?"

"There was a bit of an issue with your room and uhm...well lets just say that your roommate, old roommate, got here the other day, and due to unforeseen events the room isn't something that's suited for a top scholar like you are," she replied with a nervous, but still bright smile. Gabriel couldn't help but smile though when she said that, the little compliment warming his heart in just the right way. He was a top scholar after all, and accepted on scholarships to one of the best schools in America where he planned to study Art History. It was a passion of his, even though he knew very well that he was destined to become a watchmaker like his father. Not that he had a real problem with that. He enjoyed the craft, and he was good at it. Well, he was more than good really. He was quite brilliant in the field, and really he would have been perfectly okay with just staying at home and working with his father, but his mother had insisted that he go to college. She was so determined that he was special, and that he could be whatever he wanted to be. She even had the delusion that he could be president one day. But that wasn't what he wanted.

"Oh right, so...Where am I staying now?" he asked with a slight frown. He didn't really want to know why exactly the room wasn't suited for him anymore so he didn't bother asking, he just hoped it would all get sorted out to his liking.

"You're being moved to the Corinthian apartment," she told him with a bright smile, though when she saw Gabriel's immediate frown in reaction she quickly grabbed a campus map and pointed it out to him. "It's here. It's in the Linderman wing of the school. It's VERY nice," she said excitedly, than leaned in closer as if it was some huge secret that she had to share with him. "And since we want you to have the best possible, you're being upgraded to that room without extra cost, so you're a lucky son of a...guy," she coughed, turning away and from the corner of his eye Gabriel saw that she was blushing.

He didn't pay much attention to that though, as just when he noticed it he also noticed that his new building was all the way on the other side of campus. Far from the library and the academic side of the school. He'd heard of the Linderman wing, now that he thought about it. It was the area where the rich kids roamed and partied, the ones who were basically at the school because mommy or daddy attended and/or paid for them to get in, or the ones that actually had a brain and still managed to get in a significant amount of party time. In other words, it basically was far from where Gabriel felt that he belonged and he wasn't looking forward to it. He was about to comment that he would have rather just stayed there in a room that perhaps was a bit, sub par, but when he turned to look at the girl who looked so proud of the fact that he was being moved there, making it obvious that it was her doing he couldn't just turn her down. He really didn't have the heart to do so.

"That's..great. Thanks," he replied with a rather forced smile, and the woman beamed at him like he had just said yes to marrying her or something of the sort. She was so perky, and he really couldn't wrap his head around how there could be so much in just one woman, but then again, her extreme perk was probably what had landed her the job and managed to get him into the most exclusive dorm wing in the school.

"So, here you go. You have to sign here first so that we can document that you've agreed to stay here," she smiled and pulled out a contract, and Gabriel absentmindedly looked it over, it was just the general 'you're responsible for this and this and will be held liable if so and so happens', stuff he didn't care much about, because he didn't exactly plan on doing anything that would cause anything that would need to be fixed. He took the pen from her and signed his name on the line, then pushed the contract back towards her. He was hoping that he would have been settled in his dorm by now, so that he could have gotten to the library that very evening, but by the looks of it now he wouldn't have time to do that. It was closing in on dinner time and he wanted something proper to eat, and after that he would obviously have to settle in too. Oh...and meet his new roommate.

"And now you're set to go!" she told him brightly, snatching the paper away so quickly from him that he almost got a paper cut, and he set the pen down with a slight frown to her, though she didn't seem to notice it at all. She handed him a key that was attached to a key chain with the school's crest and then a copy of his contract, along with the normal school map and information booklet on the grounds. "Now, any further questions?"

"Uhm...no, I don't think so. Thank you though," Gabriel replied as he took the binder from her and slipped it into his laptop bag, the key being dropped into his vest pocket where it'd be kept snug as he made his way across the grounds. With another smile he turned from her and took a few paces towards the exit, though turned back to her and looked at her with the frown still apparent on his face. "I...I do have one question."

"Oh? Anything for you Mr.Gray," she said, looking at him curiously, with her head tilted bit to the side. Now that Gabriel thought about it she was rather cute, but he quickly shook that off his mind. He wasn't at college to sleep with girls. He was there to please his mother and well, to learn. He did enjoy that as well.

"My roommate, in the new dorm. Who is it going to be?" he questioned her with a small smile, a brow slightly raised in curiosity, and it lifting even higher at the reaction from the girl, her immediate one a little gasp, though it quickly turned into a slight blush and a giggle.

"Oh I didn't tell you? How silly of me. Uhm. Your new roommate is Peter Petrelli, he's from New York too, but...He's known around these parts too," she told him, her cheeks burning and Gabriel couldn't help but wonder just why she was reacting the way she was. Did she perhaps have some sort of...relation to him?

"Oh, thanks," Gabriel replied rather simply and then with another smile and a wave he turned and left, heading out to where he had his car parked with all the things he'd need packed into it. He hoped that what he'd been promised for his old room, a desk, drawers and a bed with a mattress would be provided in the new one as well, as he hadn't exactly expected the switch, and therefore not packed any of the large items that he would have brought if he had been told. No, he simply had his car packed with his bedsheets, pillow and blanket, and of course clothes and such, but other than what he viewed as necessary he had packed light, planning on being able to buy most of what he would need.

Peter Petrelli though... The name rang a bell in his head, Petrelli that was, but he couldn't quite place it. For all he knew he could have just read it in the paper at some point. If the boy was from New York, and he was in the Linderman building it meant that his family had a high social status, and since they were from New York, it wouldn't surprise him if they were high end lawyers or something of the sort. There was just something about it that rang a bell though, and something especially about Peter Petrelli. Gabriel shook his head though and muttered to himself, he was probably just imagining it after all. It wasn't like everyone in New York knew each other, and he was probably just imagining it. For all he knew Petrelli could be a common name and he had just seen it in his fathers workshop or something of the sort.

He finally got to his car after a short walk and got in, closing his eyes and sighing softly. So far college was not like he had imagined it to be, and he'd only been there a good hour or so. it was going to be interesting though, to see how it all turned out, especially with the new roommate. With a shake of his head he opened his eyes and started the car, then took off towards the Linderman wing, and to the "Corinthian", which now that he thought of it was starting to get him rather excited. Perhaps this wing wouldn't be so bad after all now that he'd thought it through. He was sure these kids parents would want their little brats to have the best education, so even though it was far from the official school library, perhaps the building would have one of its own. There was only one way to find out though, and that was to go check it out for himself.

****

Peter hadn't been there when Gabriel first arrived to the dorm, and nor was he there 3 hours later. He knew that the boy was there though, when he'd come into the large apartment there had been a note there to welcome him, signed Peter, that told him that he was to have the room to left as he had already made claim of the one that was on the right, which seemed to be the master bedroom of the two. Gabriel didn't mind though, oh not at all. Here he'd been coming to college, expecting to share a one room thing where there were just two beds in a room, but this was an upgrade for sure. Screw the library being a bit aways, this was most definitely worth it. Here he had his own room. A large one too that had a desk and a bed, all ready for him to just curl up right then and there if he wanted to. He wouldn't have needed to bring along a blanket or pillow as the bed had been made, and according to the little information packet that was left for him on the pillow everything was fresh and new, to keep him comfortable and motivated in school as rest was something he would need throughout the year. The desk that was in front of the window was nice, it looked old, but the good sort of old where one wonders what brilliant ideas have been pondered and thought up as someone sat at it gazing out the window and across the school grounds. He immediately fell in love with it, and upon making sure that he was alone he shut the door and did a little glory dance in celebration.

One thing he had learned upon arrival that he hadn't been expecting, on top of everything else, was that the Linderman wing was a boys only wing. He was aware of the fact that the school had once upon a time been boys, or rather men's school, but he hadn't been expecting it to be strict in that sort of way still. That gave him more of the feeling that this was a sorority rather than a dorm. It pleased him though, he had been hoping to have separate dorms anyway, though he wondered what the policy was when it came to bringing girls over. Not that he wanted to bring any over, he just wanted to prepare himself for how it might be with Peter, especially if he was a pretty party boy like he thought the type of people living in the Linderman wing to be.

Gabriel was very pleased though with how it had turned out. So far at least. On top of having his very own room there were of course communal areas, but those were just for the two of them. He knew though that there were other areas for the entire wing, but he hadn't gotten around to checking those out just yet. He was still in a bit of shock at just how amazing his new dorm room was. There was a living room there that had a large TV, dvd player, stereo and surround sound, just general entertainment items that could come in handy for nights he didn't have to spend shut in his room studying, as well as there was a kitchen. He had been expecting to have to eat in the cafeteria every day, which he wasn't exactly looking forward to, but with the kitchen there he decided that he would make the time to cook up a meal now and again, and maybe even ask Peter if he wanted to join him. He'd had a peek in the fridge, though all that was in there when he looked was beer. A lot of beer. Which really just confirmed his suspicions that Peter Petrelli was a party boy.

Further he discovered that there was a personal library there, and that again made him look over his shoulder to make sure he was alone before doing a small victory dance in celebration. Oh this was so much better than he'd expected. Peter could have parties every night for all he cared as long as he got the library to himself. It was gorgeous. Lighting that was all over dim, but had some lights that could probably be pulled closer if he had trouble seeing, and what he liked the most about the room was the large fireplace that had a note attached to it saying that they were more than welcome to use it. He couldn't wait for it to get cold outside and for it to snow so he would have an excuse to light it up and curl up in one of the large, comfy looking chairs that were in the room.

Now though Gabriel was currently flopped on his back in his new bed, eyes closed and a large smile on his face. He'd spent the last forty five minutes talking to his parents on the phone and telling them just how wonderful everything was, about the upgrade and how he couldn't wait for the classes to start first coming Monday, and then like a good boy he told him that he missed them and would call them once a week like every other good college student did. Unlike most college students though he planned to hold his end of the deal and call, and hopefully that would keep them both satisfied. Of course the calling was mainly just to make sure that he didn't get an ear full from his mother when he went home for Thanksgiving, because if he didn't it was almost guaranteed. He wanted to fall sleep, to curl up and dream that this was going to be the most perfect year in his entire life, but just as he was beginning to dose off her heard the front door slam, and he almost fell off the bed in surprise.

The door slamming, that must mean that Peter was back. A quick flash of panic ran through Gabriel. Thoughts of everything that could go wrong between them. That Peter would hate him and beat him up every day, and him being who he was would get him off the hook, or even worse, that Peter would hate him and then not talk to him. Physical violence he could deal with, but there was just something about being ignored that bothered him. He didn't like being given the silent treatment, and when someone gave him the cold shoulder he just couldn't stand it, and he would always try to do anything to get that person to accept him again.

Gabriel got up off the bed and took a deep breath, adjusting his sweater vest before putting his glasses back on, and then cursed himself inwardly for the way he was acting. One would have thought that he was about to go out and meet a hot girl or something, instead of just his new room mate. He took a final breath before stepping out into the hall, then walking the short distance down the hallway to the living room. Peter was standing there with his back to him, but he could already see that the boy was thin, tall yet shorter than him, and with a head full of dark brown hair that seemed to be longer in the front than in the back. He stood timidly in the door for a moment, as when he was just about to say something the other man had spoken and turned his head a bit, making it obvious that he was on the phone. He stayed quiet in the background until he heard Peter saying good bye, and that he loved his mother who it turned out was the one he was talking to. He bit his lip again as Peter shuffled around a bit, but finally cleared his throat to announce that he was present.

Peter seemed startled by the noise and turned around abruptly, and for a moment they just stopped, staring at each other as if they were lost for words in the shock of seeing each other. Peter was...not what Gabriel had been expecting. Not at all. He had been thinking that Peter would be what most of the boys in the wing seemed to be. Snobby with prissy clothes that made them all look like they were too good for anyone but themselves. But Peter was different. He had an all over sense of innocence to him, from the way he dressed in clothes that were obviously designer, but at the same time they were still casual while looking nice. But more so Gabriel focused on the others face. He had a look of slight surprise on it, though there was a hint of a lop sided grin as they just stared at each other. His eyes were dark, as were his own, but Peter's seemed to have a warmth to them that he could sense even from across the room, but really, what made Peter well...different was the hair. The hair that made Gabriel's heart do an immediate little flutter.

Peter's hair was short in the back as he had noted earlier, but in the front it was long on one side, and it dangled in front of his face giving the boy a whole added innocence and youth. He liked it. Very much so.

"You must be Gabriel!" Peter finally exclaimed after what seemed like forever, though of course in reality it was just a few seconds. A grin spread on across his face, and Gabriel couldnt help but notice how crooked the smile was, but fuck, it just added to the all over charm of him.

"Uhm, yeah, and I'm guessing you're Peter?" he replied, trying to joke a bit, though realised soon that it was a rather pathetic attempt at humour, but Peter laughed and he was happy.

"No no, of course I'm not, I'm an intruder out to get you," he teased, going over to him and holding out his hand.

As Peter got closer Gabriel couldn't help but squint at him, trying to see if he recognized him as there was still some sort of familiarity to him, but he just couldn't place it. He muttered something softly to himself before reaching out his own hand, grabbing Peter's in a firm handshake.

"It's nice to meet you. I uh... I'm sorry if I'm like, intruding on your space or something. I didn't even know that I was going to be moved to this room until about four hours ago, and it wasn't like I had the option. The receptionist said that there was something wrong with my room," Gabriel said, frowning a bit the more he thought about it and how odd the whole situation was. He looked at Peter and the frown just stayed put when he saw the smile on the others face, there was just something so smug about it, and he wished for a moment that he could read the boys mind to see what he was thinking about.

"Well, I'll let you in on a little secret Gabriel," Peter replied, his eyes twinkling a bit as he leaned in close to him. "It's my fault, sort of, that you're here I mean. I originally had asked for a room by myself, but then when I got here yesterday and saw that this was as huge as it is I requested a room mate, and they gave me a list of options, and since you're from New York and you're smart, I mean, you have to be to get a full scholarship from Primatech. They only give to the best, so I knew you were the right roommate for me when I saw that."

Peter smiled brightly at Gabriel, who was honestly a bit taken aback by the fact that Peter knew who he had gotten his scholarship from and all that, but at the same time, there was soemthing about that that just made him feel special. The fact that he had been chosen out of a probably long list of candidates was an honour, especially for the son of a watchmaker in Queens.

"Oh, you picked me? Thats...wow," he managed, a small, slightly shy smile spreading across his face, and his eyes met Peter's again. "Thank you, Peter. I didn't even get to see my old dorm until I as sent over here," he admitted. "And honestly, I was a bit disappointed at first, since it's so far from the library and all that, but this is just...it's perfect. I love it."

"Of course I did. Your credentials? They're amazing. Straight A's all through school, and that whole, summer you spent in England at the Oxford University summer program? You're one of us man, and you really should have been placed here from that start. And you would have if..." Peter started, though trailed off when he realised what he was about to say, and instead he shut himself up and let his cheeks go red. "If you hadn't been placed where you were," he concluded.

"You mean if my parents had been rich and paid for me to go here?" Gabriel asked with a soft laugh, shaking his head a bit. He really didn't mind that he didn't have all that much money. Money was never something that had been important to him. He had all his life gotten everything that he needed, and his parents had always tried to give him what he wanted and needed, even if it was beyond their normal budget. That was the case of the trip to England that Peter had mentioned. It had been over the last summer, and he'd spent it with a bunch of other boys and girls his age from all over the world. He worked hard to make it up to his parents though, working in the watch shop with his father every day after work, and he just disregarded any allowance or paycheck that his father tried to give him. It didn't even really matter to him really, because when he did need money for things, he could just ask and he would get what he needed. "Hey, don't sweat it Peter, I know I don't have the same...advantages as you do, but I don't mind. So don't go getting all awkward because of it."

Gabriel grinned and reached out, giving Peter a gentle shove, one that he immediately got returned, leaving them both chuckling and shaking their heads at each other. This was a good start. A very good start. They were getting along, something that Gabriel had been very worried they weren't going to do, but so far so good.

"But I do wonder, is there anything about my life you don't know?" he asked, a slight smirk on his face, because really, the fact that Peter knew about his trip to England had surprised him, so he wondered just how much the other knew about him.

"Oh! Uhm. Nothing more than academic stuff," he said quickly, shaking his head and Gabriel wondered for a moment if Peter perhaps thought that he was cross with him or something because of what he'd said. Of course he wasn't, he was just curious. "But I want to learn more about you. Of course," he added quickly and nodded rather excitedly, then nodded his head towards the kitchen. "I don't know if you noticed, but I stocked the fridge with beer, so, I was going to go out tonight. Do you want to go with? Or you know, we can stay in and hang out and get to know each other. There's going to be other parties, I'm quite sure."

Peter again managed to take Gabriel by surprise with the offer of staying in with him, he really didn't think that Peter would be willing to give up going to a welcoming party. Perhaps he really was completely wrong about his new roommate. He liked him so far, that was for sure. He liked him a lot.

"Well, I don't really drink," he started, biting his lip and just waiting for Peter to give him some smack asking if he was serious, but when that didn't come, at least not yet. "So if you like, want to go out, you can, it's totally cool with me. I was just thinking of staying in and getting started on some of the books in the library."

Good lord, he sounded like a complete and utter dweeb. Peter was probably going to think that he was some major geek who hadn't ever gotten drunk or been to parties. He was, really. But he didn't want Peter to know that he was one. Why did he care so much about what Peter thought of him though? it had to be because he was just worried he wouldn't be friends with his roommate. If he wasn't friends with his roommate after all, the whole college experience would probably turn out to be a rather miserable one, and he didn't want it to suck. There wasn't any other reason for him to worry about what Peter thought of him.

"Hey no, it's cool, more beer for me," Peter replied with a gleam in his eye. "Though, you know, I'm going to try to get you drunk before the year is over. Just because well, you look like you'd be awkward as fuck drunk," he teased. Gabriel couldn't help but laugh at the statement. So Peter wanted to get him drunk? Well he would definitely take that as a challenge. He might just let Peter get him drunk at the end of the year, it all depended on how the other tried to go forward getting him drunk. It wasn't like he had never tasted alcohol at least, because that he had. On his trip to England, one of the first days there they had decided to have a party. That had been a rather interesting experience, including the first time he'd ever fingered a girl and gotten a blowjob. He wasn't exactly complaining about it, but the way he felt the next day wasn't exactly the best, and he really didn't want to repeat that when he was supposed to be focusing on on his academic career. He didn't want to risk sitting in a lecture feeling the way he'd felt when he had to do that at Oxford. It hadn't been nice. At all.

"Well we'll just have to see about that now won't we..." he replied with a slight smirk, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning back on the balls of his feet, eyebrows wiggling a bit mockingly. "But yeah, if you want to go out tonight Peter, it's totally cool. I mean. Sure there are other parties, but it's not like we're not going to be seeing each other almost every day, now is it?" he laughed. He just didn't want to keep the other from what he really wanted to do.

Peter looked at the kitchen again with a slight longing in his eyes, and Gabriel shook his head at him. "Go," he ordered, giving Peter a shove towards the kitchen so the other could fetch his beer. Hey, who knows? I might even decide to venture out there at some point. You know, if I get too curious as to what's going on then I'll come find you so you can introduce me to everyone, deal?" he offered, even though he knew very well that he wasn't going to go, but if it got Peter to go then it was a good thing.

"Yeah...I...Are you sure?" he asked, biting his lip a bit as he looked at Gabriel, and he could see plain as day that Peter was worried that he was just saying it to be nice, but Gabriel just brightly smiled at him to show that he stood by what he said completely. "Al..alright. Fuck you're cool you know that Gabe? Can I call you Gabe?"

Cool? He was cool? That was something new and unexpected. He didn't really get called cool often. But the nickname made his eye twitch just a bit. "Erm, I prefer Gabriel," he said quietly, with a rather hard look on his face.

"Ah right. Cool. Gabriel it is," Peter said with another bright, but still crooked smile and turned away from him, going into the kitchen and grabbed a six pack of beer, then returned to the living room where he was still standing. "Just know that if you decide you do want to drink you can just help yourself? And out in the common area there's bound to be other things to drink if you don't like beer. And tomorrow we'll go hang out, yeah? It's Sunday, so well, after I get over my hangover I'll be up for anything."

With that and a final wink Peter turned and left Gabriel alone standing in the living room, now that he was alone he could hear the low beat of a bass line to some music that was being played at the party in the common room, but he didn't feel the need or the desire to go to the party. He made his way to the kitchen and added water to the boiler and turned it on, then found a mug and a tea bag. He was going to do just what he'd told Peter and curl up in the library with one of the books there, though he wasn't so sure that reading would be what he was going to do. He had a lot to think about now, especially after meeting his new roommate.

This year was going to be...interesting. For that he was sure.

Thu, 02 Oct 2008 15:36:33 GMT

Title: Need
Author: Hanne, hanneberry /joyoushandclap
Rating: R
Character: Sylar
POV: Third person.
Word count: 1131
Warnings: Character death, gore, Season 3 spoilers
Summary: It had always been the hunger that had drived Sylar to take lives. To feed, and that hunger had been growing ever since Veronica had shown up in his life.
Disclaimer: This story is mine. The words in this are written by me, so yes, I do infact own it. However the character of Sylar belongs to Tim Kring and NBC, and for them I am ever thankful.
Author Notes: This was just a little thing that I did for an ~rp~ I'm in where I play Sylar. He has a family in it and is with a girl named Veronica, but he's not sure if that's what he really wants.

Sylar needed to get away from his "family". Well, not get away exactly, but he just needed a break. It was too much too soon and far too fast for him, because going from a cold blooded killer to a family man, a father, and a boyfriend in less than a month was a change that shook him, and he wasn't sure whether it was a good change or a bad one. Either way though, he needed to get away from them and it, at least for the evening.

He had waited until the house was quiet and he was sure that Veronica was fast asleep before daring to slip out of bed and out of the house, and he hoped that no one would wake up in the time that he was gone. He didn't plan on staying out long after all, he just had some business that he needed to take care of.

A victim for the night was planned out for him, somone whose power he desired greatly, and someone that wouldn't be missed. He'd stumbled upon it by such an accident that he was sure that it was fate, and that it was his destiny to kill this man and take his power to futher his powers. Invisibility was on the menu for the evening.

He recognized the heartbeat now, and he followed it like it was his very own GPS tracking system that was attached to the man. A dark chuckle passed his lips when he drew near and realised the situation of the whole thing, seeing what the man was about to do. The other was waiting outside the back doors of a sleezy strip club, panting and waiting for the door to open so that he could slip in and have his kicks watching the strippers undress, but tonight well, he wouldn't be getting to do that, that was for damn sure. Sylar was disgusted by it. He didn't understand how God could give someone so useless like that powers. Someone that was so unworthy of them. Someone that was not him. She should know by now after all that he was the only one who truly desired power, and the only one to truly deserve it. He appreciated it and it's workings, and he loved it. This man was a waste on the other hand. Sylar could have put the power to such better use, and that was exactly what he planned to do. And besides, it wasn't like anyone would miss this piece of scum seeing as he obviously only had the desire to see women naked.

He glanced around the alley and waited for a moment as someone that was behind him disappeared around the corner and the two were completely alone. When they finally were he threw the man back against the wall with ease, the other reappearing out of pure surprise.

Sylar's blood started rushing through his veins as he heard the the mans heartbeat increased dramatically, now racing a million miles an hour out of pure fear. It was that sound that he lived for, and the sound that fed the hunger inside him, well, it kept him satisfied until he could get to the brain and to a new power. The fact that he could induce so much fear, sometimes just from being in the same room as someone proved to him that he was powerful, and that he had control.

"You know, if you're going to be creeping around you should be silent. Just because you're invisible doesn't mean that people can't hear you," Sylar said in his calm, steady voice, but the voice that was so icy that it could induce terror depending on the situation. One hand was held out, pointing in the direction of the man, while the other was glowing orange as a bright orange flame danced in its palm, he had to be able to see what he was going to be doing after all. With a crash a dumpster was moved in front of the door, just to insure that no one would be showing up unexpectedly.

"You're a pervert," he continued and looked pointedly at the man's crotch, than shook his head in disgust before another low chuckle passed his lips. "The world doesn't need scum like you."

With those final words a smirk spread across Sylar's face, and the next sound to fill the air was the sound of the mans screaming mixed with that oh too familiar and oh so chilling sound of cutting that accompanied what Sylar was doing. By now he didn't even care if anyone came along and caught the act, he would just kill them, and enjoy it.

Soon though the screaming subsided and Sylar dropped the now limp body to the ground, then went to it in long strides and finally kneeled down in front of it.

"Such a shame that God would waste this power on someone so useless," he murmured and brought his right hand closer to the now open head, making it easier for him to see as he brought his left hand up to run, or carress rather, a finger along the top of his brain, shivering at the feeling of the ridges.

"Now where is your power hidden?" Sylar asked in a soft voice, continuing to run his finger along the mans brain as he paused, almost as if he was waiting for an answer even though one would obviously never come.

It hardly took him a minute of true searching until Sylar groaned, as if having an orgasm from what he was doing.

"Mhm, there we go," he said, inhaling deeply and slipping his eyes shut before letting out a pleasureable sigh.

He pulled his hand back and wrinkled his nose, as used to it as he was having brainmatter covering his fingers still wasn't among his favourite things. He wiped it on the dead mans shirt and got up, washing up properly would have to come later, for now he just wanted to try out his new power.

As he left the alley he sent the dumpster flying back to cover up he body, and turned to walk down the street. Finally he reached a dark shop window that he could stand in front of and see what happend. A frown of concentration crossed his face as he stared at himself, fully fovused on what he wanted to do, and then, finally, aftrer five minutes of intense staring he started to fade. It was slow at first, but then, as he realised it was working his desire became so much greater that in a hearbeat he was completely gone. He chuckled darkly and stepped closer to the window, squinting, but seeing nothing in the reflection.

"Perfect."

Sat, 09 Aug 2008 21:43:22 GMT

Prompt me because I need inspiration.

It can be a song lyric. A word. A sentence. A picture. Just anything tbh.
I can't make any promises, but if I do write your prompt I'll send you a link via PM.

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 14:07:49 GMT

Title: Now let's put a smile on that face.
Author: Hanne, hanneberry /joyoushandclap
Rating: R
Pairing: Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie
POV: First person
Word count: 2448
Summary: Obsession is a funny little thing. It's so easy to use, and so easy to abuse.
Disclaimer: This story is mine. The words in this are written by me, so yes, I do infact own it. However the people that my characters are based off of I do not own, because well, slavery is forbidden in the US thanks to the damn yanks. Everyone should have just sung songs about the confederacy.
Author Notes: Ohmyword, my debut in the Panic fandom.

The makeup is layered thickly on my face to hide any hint of my natural skin, and I can already feel it cracking and creasing in certain areas when I move my face. That’s not so bad though, really it just adds to the effect of it all. I kind of like it actually.

I don’t generally like makeup caked on my face like this. In reality I don’t really like makeup at all anymore to be perfectly honest, but he does. He loves it when I even just put on a tiny, minute amount of eyeliner on. Heck, he’s so in love with that look that he’ll notice it when I have leftovers from the previous night that didn’t rinse off in the shower. Obsessed? I think so. Not that I mind of course. But because of all that I know he’s going to be wild when he sees this, and I’m probably going to end up getting the best fuck I’ve had in a long time.

Alright, so maybe I’m using a weakness of his to get laid, but it’s just so damn good. I probably could get it from him even if I didn’t dress up like I am, but then again, half the fun is going to be the look on his face when he sees all this. And I want to see what he ends up moaning the little slut. Besides, being able to look at him once we’re, or rather I’m done with him and to see all the makeup that has rubbed off onto him and the surrounding pillows is going to be fucking sexy. I usually snap a picture or two once he’s passed out from it so that I have material to jerk off to later, but he doesn’t know that. I don’t really plan on telling him that I do either. I think it might just ruin our whole friends with benefits type deal that we’ve got going as he has a tendency to overreact about stuff like that and would probably end up having a hissyfit about the possibility that someone could hack into my phone or computer and leak them to the rest of the world. But I don’t see that happening any time soon as they’re all hidden under secret files and names, and in the end if they ever did leak out, I have him so tightly woven around my little finger that after a few weeks pouting I could probably reel him back in with ease.

I shake my head at my appearance and chuckle as I run my fingers through my hair to further mess it up a bit. It’s greasy and disgusting, but it adds to the effect and that makes it worth the grossness. A frown appears on my face as I look down and see that the cheap, coloured hairspray I got at the dollar store really is shit and has basically stained my hand green, but as they say, you get what you pay for. Either way I’m wearing gloves so it’s not like he’s going to see it. The fact that it rubs off so easily is actually kind of hot now that I think about it. It’s going to look pretty damn hot smeared on the pillows, sheets and him. I can imagine it beginning to drip down my face as soon as we get going and I start to sweat. Fuck I wish I had the opportunity to film this. Oh well, I’ll save that for another day. Tonight is going to be a goldmine for pictures at least, that’s for damn sure. I think I’d better take my camera along with me instead of just relying on my phone like I normally do, as well. I want high quality pictures of this.

I wash off my hand real quick before grabbing the can and spray the rest of the contents on my hair, after all, it was only a dollar and it’s not like I’m going to be using it in the near future, and if he ever does want me to dress up again it’s not like it’s a hard thing to get a hold of. Also well, I want to intensify the colour as it’s a rather dark shade and it doesn’t show up as well on my hair as if I was platinum blonde. Oh well though, it shows up good enough for a one time thing, and with the whole can sprayed on minus what I accidentally rubbed off it looks pretty damn good if I do say so myself.

I add a touch my red to my face and then a dab or two of black as well, after all, when it comes to this there can’t really ever be too much. With that I’m pleased with my face and move away from the small mirror in the bathroom to the bedroom where there’s a full length mirror and a smirk curls my lips at the sight. There’s really no other way to put it then well, I look fucking hot.

The outfit I chose is very typical to be honest, but that’s the way it’s supposed to be with this. Pants, scoffed shoes and colourful socks make up the bottom half of my outfit, and really that’s all surprisingly plain, but then again, I don’t expect him to focus too much on that. It’s the top half that he’s going to be touching and running his hands down, so obviously that’s where I’ve focused most of my attention. I have a dark dress shirt and a vest, the vest having a surprising amount of detail in it with the fabric that it’s made out of and elaborate silver buttons because hey, even though I’m pretty sure I’ll be losing all of it five minutes after I enter his room it’s fun to dress up. And of course I have the long, ¾ length jacket that really makes the entire outfit. It’s all purples and greens of course, that’s how it always is and I actually like it. Not to the point of obsession that he has, but whatever floats his boat.

I smirk and grab my room key, cell and piece of paper with the room assignments that we were given earlier, he is after all just a few rooms down the hall, but I want to double and triple check so that I don’t end up knocking on some strangers door, or even worse someone I know. I really don’t want to have to explain it all. I exit the bedroom with a satisfied smile and go over to my bag, fishing out the camera and slipping it into the same deep pocket that my cell is in. I think I might have to keep this jacket, it’s quite roomy after all.

I peek out the through the peephole to make sure that no one is in the immediate area to see me, and once I’ve confirmed that I open the door and casually, well as casually as I can, stick my head out and glance up and down the hall to make sure it’s clear as well. It’s not that I’m ashamed of how I’m dressed of course, I’m actually quite proud of how it’s come together, but I just really, really don’t want to have to waste time explaining to someone why I’m dressed the way I am. I’d either have to make up a lie which would probably be seen right through and then end up having to tell the truth and well, that would take a lot of explaining and time. Time that I could have my cock shoved up his ass whilst hearing him moan like the whore he is. And in the end, I don’t think that the world is ready to hear that, even though they might want to. Besides, like I said earlier, I still have that sneaking suspicion that if I ever did tell anyone then I would be denied access to the heaven that it is and that’s really not a risk I’m willing to take. To my luck though it seems that there’s no one else that’s out and about at this late hour and I stroll out with ease and confidence, though I do take extra precaution to not slam the door behind me.

I glance down at the slip of paper that I grabbed from my room to check where his room is and laugh softly when I see that it’s pretty much on the complete, opposite side of the hotel from mine. I have a sneaking suspicion as well that someone knows about us, but they really are idiots if they think that having to walk a minute instead of just going next door is going to keep us apart.

I’ve never really fully understood his obsession with this character now that I think about it, and he’s never taken the time to explain it, but now that I’m actually in the clothes and have had to study it all? Well I’m kind of starting to get it. I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or not. But then again, if I ever revealed any of my real obsessions to him I’m quite sure that he would have some difficulty understanding them as well. All and all, I have to admit, sometimes it’s fun to pretend. Sometimes being now.

I make my way over to the room that’s written on the slip of paper and hope to all things holy that he hasn’t decided to switch with someone last minute, but it’s not very like him to do that and he’s never done it before so I don’t really know why I even worry about it. I pause in front of his door and take a deep breath, stretching and cracking my back so that I’m in perfect condition when he opens, then finally step forward to knock sharply three times. It’s our way of telling the other who it is, and I cover the peephole with a finger; after all, I don’t want to ruin the surprise after all the trouble I’ve gone through to work this whole thing out.

A frown creases the makeup on my forehead when he doesn’t immediately come to the door like I was expecting, but then it dawns on me that he had quite a lot to drink at the after party and probably ended up falling asleep before his head even hit the pillow. Not that I’m going to let that be an excuse. I haven’t dolled myself up for nothing and I’m going to wake him up even if that means going down to the lobby and bribing them to give me a room key. I haven’t gotten dolled up for nothing after all.

I knock again, harder this time and glance around quickly to make sure that no one else is stirring and coming to their doors to check, thinking that the knocking is on their door. Hotels generally have bad insulation and I’ve several times thought that there was someone at my door when it was really at the neighbours. To my luck though, whether they’ve thought it was someone at there’s and looked through the peephole and turned a blind eye or just no one has woken up from it I’m left alone, to which I’m very, very happy. I don’t like disturbances.

I’m about to well, pound on the door when I finally hear some activity from the other side of the door, a groan and then the sound of him crashing into something as he stumbles, hah! He’s still drunk. This is going to make it even better than if he was completely sober. His brain’s always extra slow with alcohol in his system, and that’s going to make this extra fun for me. He never protests to anything when drunk, not that he protests to much sober either.

“Who’s there?” I hear from behind the door, the voice hoarse with sleep, and the words are slurred a bit from the alcohol. He obviously must have had more to drink after I left the party to go get ready. I roll my eyes though because really, who is he expecting it to be?

“It’s your mother Ryan. Jesus Christ, who the fuck do you think it is?” I hiss back at him, the annoyance obvious in my voice, but it gets my point across and I hear a groan from him, though this time it’s a soft groan of pleasure and longing. Perfect. I still don’t remove my finger from the peephole as, like I said, I want to be able to see his face the first time he sees me as I’m quite sure that it’s going to be pretty damn priceless. He gets the point though and I smirk as I hear the locks clicking and sliding, though I don’t step back until I feel the door begin to open and across my face there is a wide, Cheshire cat smile.

“What are you doing here Brendon? It’s almost 3am. You coul...” he starts, rubbing his eyes and yawning, but when he finally does open them and look at me he can’t even finish the sentence.

The look on his face is pure shock, and I even manage a low cackle to add dynamics to it all, to which his mouth just drops open, opening and closing it as if trying to form words, though no sound comes out. This reaction is even better than I originally thought or even imagined, and I’m guessing that the alcohol is somewhat contributing to it, but fuck I love it.

“You’re dressed as…” is hall he manages to choke out before his goes back into the gaping shock from before and I just smirk for a moment, staring at him before I step into the hotel room where he willingly backs in and leans against the wall as if he needs support to even stand. Before I do anything else I shut and lock the door behind me, then finally turn to him, looking him up and down like he’s my prey. I don’t say a word as I know that that’s going to intimidate him, then slowly I walk forward so that he’s now pinned against the wall he was leaning against. I lick my lips before bringing my gloved hands up to his face, pinching his cheeks to force him to smile as I lean in until we’re just an inch apart, the smirk still plastered on my face.

“Now lets put a smile on that face.”

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~~Now really if you didn't get it he's obviously dressed up as The Joker.~~