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spongetastic) wrote2010-09-23 02:20 pm
spongetastic) wrote2010-09-23 02:20 pm
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Etc: Questions
"I have just one question about last night."
“Only one?” Peter asked wryly. The fact that he was still in bed was enough to raise questions. He should’ve gotten out the moment he woke up, but he didn’t.
“Just one,” Sylar confirmed. He shifted so he could look Peter in the face. “Did you mean it?”
“Mean it?” Peter repeated. He shifted as well; he and Sylar were now both on their sides looking at each other.
“Having sex with me,” Sylar clarified. “Did you mean it?”
“Of course I did.” Peter felt like laughing at how ridiculous this question sounded. Judging by the frown on Sylar’s face, the killer wasn’t pleased with the answer he got. He gave Peter a thoughtful look.
Before Peter could say anything else, Sylar was rolling on top of him. Peter had that same weight on him only hours ago. He felt every inch of Sylar’s naked body against his and his hips rolled forward on instinct. But then he got his sense back and he shoved the taller man off.
“Liar,” Sylar growled.
“What?”
“You didn’t mean it,” Sylar accused him angrily. “If we weren’t trapped here, you wouldn’t have done it. Just admit it.” Peter let out a groan, rolling his eyes as he got out of bed.
“What the hell does it matter?”
“I guess it doesn’t,” Sylar muttered quietly.
Peter couldn’t remember what he did with his clothes. He searched around until he found them. He could feel Sylar’s eyes on him but Peter just ignored it. They already spent two years together, and after what happened last night there was no point in modesty.
“Where are you going?” Sylar wondered.
“Out to the wall,” Peter answered.
“Are you going to answer my question truthfully first?” Sylar stood right in Peter’s way. Still naked, Peter noted. “Did you mean it when we fucked last night? And if you didn’t, why the hell did you do it?”
“I was lonely!” Peter snapped. He got right in Sylar’s face with the most menacing glare he could manage. “It’s just you and me in this whole damn world, and I was lonely! So I had sex with you. But that was last night, and this morning I’m going to break down the wall. Now get the hell out of my way.”
Peter pushed him and Sylar pushed back. The killer was stronger and forced Peter up against a wall.
“And what about next time you’re lonely?” Sylar demanded. “What will you do then?”
“Nothing.” Peter met the killer’s eye. “I just have to wait for you to get lonely.” Sylar let out a growl, pressing Peter harder into the wall. “Let’s face it: you and I are the only things real in this place. We’ll get lonely, and we only have each other. So yeah, I did mean it when we had sex last night, but don’t think it means anything.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Sylar retorted. He finally released Peter. The empath maneuvered around him, heading for the door.
“Get dressed if you’re coming,” Peter added. “Wouldn’t want either of us to get lonely.” Sylar’s lips twitched into a smile.
“Only one?” Peter asked wryly. The fact that he was still in bed was enough to raise questions. He should’ve gotten out the moment he woke up, but he didn’t.
“Just one,” Sylar confirmed. He shifted so he could look Peter in the face. “Did you mean it?”
“Mean it?” Peter repeated. He shifted as well; he and Sylar were now both on their sides looking at each other.
“Having sex with me,” Sylar clarified. “Did you mean it?”
“Of course I did.” Peter felt like laughing at how ridiculous this question sounded. Judging by the frown on Sylar’s face, the killer wasn’t pleased with the answer he got. He gave Peter a thoughtful look.
Before Peter could say anything else, Sylar was rolling on top of him. Peter had that same weight on him only hours ago. He felt every inch of Sylar’s naked body against his and his hips rolled forward on instinct. But then he got his sense back and he shoved the taller man off.
“Liar,” Sylar growled.
“What?”
“You didn’t mean it,” Sylar accused him angrily. “If we weren’t trapped here, you wouldn’t have done it. Just admit it.” Peter let out a groan, rolling his eyes as he got out of bed.
“What the hell does it matter?”
“I guess it doesn’t,” Sylar muttered quietly.
Peter couldn’t remember what he did with his clothes. He searched around until he found them. He could feel Sylar’s eyes on him but Peter just ignored it. They already spent two years together, and after what happened last night there was no point in modesty.
“Where are you going?” Sylar wondered.
“Out to the wall,” Peter answered.
“Are you going to answer my question truthfully first?” Sylar stood right in Peter’s way. Still naked, Peter noted. “Did you mean it when we fucked last night? And if you didn’t, why the hell did you do it?”
“I was lonely!” Peter snapped. He got right in Sylar’s face with the most menacing glare he could manage. “It’s just you and me in this whole damn world, and I was lonely! So I had sex with you. But that was last night, and this morning I’m going to break down the wall. Now get the hell out of my way.”
Peter pushed him and Sylar pushed back. The killer was stronger and forced Peter up against a wall.
“And what about next time you’re lonely?” Sylar demanded. “What will you do then?”
“Nothing.” Peter met the killer’s eye. “I just have to wait for you to get lonely.” Sylar let out a growl, pressing Peter harder into the wall. “Let’s face it: you and I are the only things real in this place. We’ll get lonely, and we only have each other. So yeah, I did mean it when we had sex last night, but don’t think it means anything.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Sylar retorted. He finally released Peter. The empath maneuvered around him, heading for the door.
“Get dressed if you’re coming,” Peter added. “Wouldn’t want either of us to get lonely.” Sylar’s lips twitched into a smile.