Father's Day - for bloody beary

[takhallus]

Word count : 2793
Rating : NC17
Pairing : Sylar/Lyle
Notes : For bloody_beary , she asked for Sylyle MPreg for her birthday, happy birthday sweetie!

 

Lyle closed his eyes, concentrating on the pain, and the matching pleasure. Sylar was being gentle, he knew that. He was gentle now, no matter what Claire’s filthy looks said whenever he entered the house after he and Dad had been working. It was Lyle who had pushed, pressured and begged for this to happen. Their ‘relationship’, if you could call it that had been stilted and sometimes awkward, until this moment, when they were equal although Lyle was on his back, being taken by him. Sylar was gentle like an ocean is, washing over him and giving pressure and release, pressure and release until his eyes screwed up and he came with a cry, falling onto Lyle’s chest and  panting, somewhere between guilt and peace.

 

Sylar took a deep breath, staring at the door of Lyle’s room. He didn’t know what the hell to say but he knew he had to see him. The poor kid must be terrified and he was being treated like an alien, not a son, not a brother, not a…The word lover didn’t seem right but it was the most appropriate one he could think of. Just far enough away from boyfriend to make Sylar feel like he wasn’t a part of all this. He opened the door slowly, stepping inside and meeting Lyle’s eyes for the first time in three months. “Hey…” he whispered.

 

Immediately Lyle started to sob and Sylar closed the door, almost falling over in his haste to get to him. “They wouldn’t let me see you, they made up any excuse, I didn’t know what was wrong, I was texting you but nothing came back, I think they took your phone, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” The apologies flooded out as Sylar held him too tight, scared to let go in case Lyle ran.

 

Lyle clung to him, his breaths coming in pants as he tried to speak through his hysteria. “Ki..k..”

 

“What? What do you want?” Sylar pulled back trying to watch Lyle’s lips.

 

“Kill it. Kill me. Please. Please don’t let this happen to me.” He collapsed on Sylar’s shoulder, begging over and over.

 

“No, no Lyle, you don’t want that. I know you’re scared…”

 

“You don’t know anything! It’s sick! It’s….it’s disgusting, why did they let this happen to me?! I want it gone, I want you to do it, please. They won’t let me get…they won’t let me kill it.” He was starting to hyperventilate, his skin darkening as he snatched at his breaths.

 

“Lyle, calm down. Calm down please, we’ll…let’s talk about it, okay? About your baby…”

 

Sylar stopped himself too late. Lyle’s eyes widened and he backed away, scrambling to get off the bed. “You’re just like them, you want me to have it. It shouldn’t be alive! It’s a monster!” He covered his distended stomach with his hands as if it was a pain that would go away with comfort.

 

“Don’t say that Lyle, don’t talk about yourself that way. I want what you want, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say….You can have an abortion, I’ll find a way, I promise.” He opened his arms and sighed with relief as Lyle came to him.

 

“Promise. Promise me you’ll help me.”

 

“I promise.”

 

…

 

“Lyle!”

 

“He’s been shot, help him, I’ll go after him.”

 

The sounds were distorted, fading and booming in turn as he looked up from where he lay on the ground. He saw Sylar, a needle, his sleeve rolled up. He tried to speak but couldn’t even work out if his mouth was open. He wanted to sleep. And as soon as the thought entered his head the pain stopped. Everything stopped and he felt calm. There was silence, there was nothing. Then, as suddenly as the silence came it was broken by someone calling his name. He opened his eyes and the world re-focused. No pain, Sylar, his father. He looked into Sylar’s eyes and knew that tonight he would make love to him. Finally give in and enjoy what he came so close to losing. They shared blood now, it was like fate.

 

…

 

Noah didn’t look up as Sylar made his way downstairs and settled on the couch next to him. He knew what was coming, could have spoken both parts of the conversation, but he wanted to hear the tremor in Sylar’s voice.

 

“He wants an abortion. Why can’t he have one?”

 

“Not that simple. His physiology…isn’t that simple.”

 

Sylar tried to breathe deep but felt anger rise in him. “I don’t wanna hear your excuses, he can’t give birth, he just can’t.”

 

“You think I want this to happen?” Noah snapped, immediately wishing he hadn’t raised his voice. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “This isn’t exactly a standard procedure, he could die. He might die anyway.”

 

“I could save him. I could heal him, whatever happened.” Sylar stared blankly ahead.

 

“Yeah, cause that worked so well the first time.”

 

…

 

“How the hell did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me he had an ability?” Sylar’s mouth was dry, he felt like throwing up and his tongue seemed to have swollen.

 

“He doesn’t have an ability, it’s a mutation. He’s always had it, since he was a child.”

 

“Did he know?” Sylar hated himself for asking but he wanted somebody to blame for this and right now he didn’t care who it was.

 

“No, it wasn’t an issue because…Because it wasn’t working, none of the female parts were working. The whole biology of it didn’t make sense, it was just…mutated from the…” Noah stopped himself. “It was just wrong, wired wrong, and wouldn’t work. So we left it because the surgery was a huge risk. It was just like having his appendix, no different. Until…well, we never even thought of it until it started showing.”

 

Sylar remembered the day he’d first seen Lyle’s swollen stomach. He was worried it was a tumour, he’d been throwing up and complaining of feeling strange. One trip to the doctor and you’ll be fine, that’s what he’d said.

 

“It was my blood wasn’t it?After the gunshot wound.” He said quietly. “It healed him.”

 

“We think so. We can’t be sure but…it all started after that. What we don’t know is how the hell the embryo got there. The doctor thinks maybe it’s Lyle’s sperm and Lyle’s egg but it doesn’t make a lick of sense.”

 

…

 

Sylar paced. He knew there was one way of convincing Noah to let Lyle have the abortion but it could do more harm than good. “What are the risks? What are his chances if he has the abortion?”

 

“There’s a 60 percent chance he’ll make it. That’s a very rough estimate, they’ve never seen anything like this before. They would have to remove the womb and the ovaries and they’re too close to other organs, he could have massive organ damage and if he bleeds…” Noah repeated it as if it were a recorded message. Three times now he’d been close to making the call, but he knew the limits of what they could do with the healing blood. It was all or nothing, if something went wrong they’d have to heal him and he’d be back to square one.

 

“Surely it doesn’t matter if he heals and the female parts come back, can’t he just…I don’t know, the pill? Contraception?”

 

“Like I told you months ago, the embryo might be his egg and his sperm, contraception doesn’t work on self-fertilisation.”

 

“What if it’s not his sperm?” Sylar looked at him with steely eyes.

 

Noah looked at him, confused. “Well who’s….” It took the smallest bow of the head from Sylar for him to make the connection. “No…No, it couldn’t…You….”

 

He flew at Sylar, smashing his head against the wall and meeting no resistance. “What did you do to my son?” He screamed, tears flooding his eyes. His arms weakened as the realisation properly hit him and he felt himself held up by Sylar as his blood ran down the wall. His head fell on Sylar’s chest and he pushed himself off him, turning away to hide his tears.

 

“Noah I care about hi-“ Sylar dropped to the floor as Noah emptied his gun into his chest.

 

“Don’t you fucking dare tell me you care about him you sick fuck!” he yelled at the body as bullets slowly popped out of bleeding holes.

 

Sylar coughed and spluttered his way back to life.“I’m sorry. I had no idea, if you’d just told me…”

 

“Oh if I’d just told you, you wouldn’t have fucked my youngest? You’re a real fucking saint.” Noah sank into the couch, exhausted, his head swimming with rage and unanswered questions. “How long has it been going on? I can’t fucking believe….”

 

“Nearly a year.”

 

Noah looked at him with disgust. “A year? He’s seventeen years old! How old was he when you started this?”

 

“I said nearly a year, he was seventeen, and I didn’t start it, he did, it was all…it was consensual.”

 

“Oh I know it was, if I thought it wasn’t you’d be dead by now, you sick bastard. What part of fucking a boy almost half your age without protection shouldn’t I shoot in the head for?” Noah shook his head, dazed. “It’s my fault, this is all my fault.”

 

“It’s not your fault, it just…it just happened, it had nothing to do with you.” Sylar put a hand to the back of his head, soaked in blood.

 

“Not that. The…the mutation was my fault. I agreed to it, I thought…I thought it would help him.”

 

“How?”

 

“It was a serum, a synthetic ability. The Company wanted to give it to him and I let them, except it didn’t work, it just made him…this. It corrupted his DNA like the other serums did, like the one Suresh took. I’ve never forgiven myself but I had no idea it would lead to this.”

 

“If it was my sperm that fertilized the egg he could have the abortion, we could heal him and he could carry on like he has been. It’s not like he’s ever gonna have sex again after this.” Sylar nervously twisted his fingers and noted the glint of hope in Noah’s eyes.

 

After a long silence Noah finally spoke. “Alright, I’ll set it up.”

…

 

Lyle lay back on the bed and gripped Sylar’s hand. “I don’t want this, can’t they just get it out? I don’t want to see it.”

 

“They have to Lyle, this isn’t like a normal abortion, you’re at seven months. They have to see what they’re dealing with.” Babies have been born and survived at seven months. He pushed the thought out of his head and stroked Lyle’s hair.

 

Three doctors walked in, a Chinese man in his thirties, an older Indian man and a blonde haired woman who couldn’t have been long out of med school. Noah followed, avoiding Sylar’s gaze. The Chinese doctor nodded to Sylar and gave Lyle a sympathetic smile. “Okay Lyle, I’m going to spread this gel on your stomach, then we’re going to run this scanner over you so we can see the…so we can see what’s happening on the monitor.” He glanced at Noah. “Lyle, you…do you want to see it?”

 

Lyle shook his head, tears beginning to fill his eyes.

 

“Okay, well we can turn the monitor away.” He turned the monitor on the stand and started to spread the gel over Lyle’s stomach, his tshirt pushed up around his chest. The doctor moved the scanner slowly from left to right, holding it at arms length so he could stretch round to see the monitor. Suddenly he stopped and all three doctors stared. Lyle watched them, their expressions were muted but there was a little something shining through.

 

“It’s a miracle.” The Indian doctor whispered, pointing his pen at something on the monitor to the nod of the blonde doctor who wrote something down.

 

Lyle felt Sylar’s hand leave his and he watched as he joined Noah and the others at the monitor. A father, a grandfather and three doctors, all trying to forget that the next move was to kill this baby. Sylar leaned over the blonde doctor’s clipboard and Lyle saw his lip wobble at what he read.

 

Suddenly the Chinese doctor turned back to Lyle, handing him some paper towels to clean off the gel and removing the scanner. “Take your time Lyle, we can do the procedure today if you’d like.

 

Sylar took Lyle’s hand again. Tears appeared in his eyes as he tried to remember the image on the screen. He had wondered whether he would recognise anything but the shape of the baby was unmistakeable.

 

“What will you do? What’s the..procedure?” Lyle’s voice was small as he looked up at the doctor.

 

The doctor looked at Noah for the okay before he gave an awkward cough. “We’ll inject a drug, then when the…when the…foetus is no longer viable, we’ll give you a caesarean section and …take everything away. Then when you wake up, you’ll be back as you were.”

 

“What’ll happen to it?”

 

“The foetus? It will be…it will be given to the research department.” The doctor grabbed his clipboard and walked out of the room before there were any more questions he felt sick at answering.

 

Lyle looked at his dad’s ashen face. “Dad, can I be alone for a minute with Sylar?”

 

Noah nodded, glad to be given permission to leave. When he got into the corridor he would run to the men’s room and heave up nothing.

 

Sylar stroked Lyle’s hair again. “Are you okay?”

 

Lyle felt like he was floating, disconnected. “What did you read? On the clipboard?”

 

Sylar swallowed hard. “The sex of the baby.”

 

“What is it?” he whispered.

 

Sylar squeezed his hand, trying to hold back tears. “It’s a boy.”

 

Lyle took a deep breath, dragging Sylar’s hand onto his stomach.

 

The man stared, confused until a gasp escaped him and he looked at Lyle. The baby was kicking, thumping away inside him, every movement breaking Sylar’s resolve to support Lyle’s decision until he broke down, emitting a strangled cry and letting the tears roll down his face. “Please don’t do it. Please Lyle, he’s alive, he’s ours.”

 

Lyle took Sylar into his arms, sobbing. “What do I know about babies? I can’t do it alone, I’m so scared. I can’t do it.”

 

“You won’t be alone, I’ll be there, we can do it together.”

 

Lyle took a deep, stuttering breath. “It’s not his fault. He didn’t do anything. But I…my life is over. I wanted to go to college, I wanted to be a designer, I wanted a life!”

 

“You can still have that, I promise you I’ll give it to you. You can do all those things.” Sylar held him, he’d never been so proud of anyone as he was of Lyle right now but he knew he was still fragile, still needed to be held and re-assured. “I won’t let you do it alone.”

 

Lyle relaxed a little and sniffed back his tears. “Can you get my Dad back in?”

 

Sylar nodded, kissing him on the head before he went looking for Noah, sighing and smiling with relief.

 

…

 

 

Lyle? Lyle?

 

Lyle could hear his name but nothing else. His vision was blurred as he dragged his eyelids open and blinked in the glare of the neon strip lights.

 

He saw Sylar, holding something white, talking to him. He tried to get up and felt hands at his back, lifting him. His stomach hurt.

 

“Lyle? How are you feeling?” Sylar was smiling, cradling the baby. He held it out and Lyle realised he was reaching out for the tiny bundle.

 

“Careful, hold his head.” He came to as he saw his dad sat in the chair by his bed and took the baby in his arms, looking in disbelief at him. A feeling came over him that he doubted any man would ever really feel again, of total love and devotion, dangerous and powerful when sparked with testosterone. At that moment he felt he knew how to love completely, and have the capacity to kill to protect him.

 

“What are you going to call him?” Sylar asked, running his fingers over the waffle knit blanket, missing the baby’s touch already.

 

“We should both name him.”

 

“I’ll pick his middle name then, you pick his first.”

 

Lyle looked at the baby’s bright blue eyes and faintest hint of blonde, none of his other father’s colouring seemed to have made the mix, but there was a look of Sylar about him all the same. “Noah.” He said, almost to himself. “His name is Noah.”