Bricks in the Wall, Chapter 65: Fuck, Marry, Kill
Title: Fuck, Marry, Kill
Characters: Sylar, Peter Petrelli
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Allusions to very kinky behaviors
Word count: 700
Setting: The Wall
Summary: Sylar and Peter are walking along when Sylar proposes a game of 'Fuck, Marry, Kill.'
Notes: Thanks to Meanie for giving me a line of dialogue that moved this little scene to completion!
“So,” Sylar said as they walked along the empty streets, “Fuck, Marry, Kill: Noah Bennet … Angela Petrelli … and Claire.” He grinned smugly at Peter. The man had been too quiet for Sylar's liking. This would get him going, surely.
Peter gave him a side-eye, then huffed and hunched his shoulders against the chill air. “Marry … Angela.” That surprised Sylar. He would have expected her to get 'kill'. Then Peter explained himself, “Because it's illegal and would be annulled automatically.” Ah, clever, thought Sylar. “Kill Claire, because she'd regenerate.” Sylar nodded. That made sense. He should have thought of that before and substituted someone else, like Nathan or that Hesam guy Peter had mentioned was his work partner. “And … um ...” Sylar's smug grin returned as Peter hesitated. He'd neatly sidestepped the first two, but there was nothing to do about the last but bite the bullet. “Yeah,” Peter conceded. “I guess that means … yeah.”
“Means what?” Sylar said with mock innocence.
Peter sighed. “Fuck Noah,” he said emphatically enough that it sounded like a curse rather than a course of action. Before Sylar could gloat too much, Peter shot back, “Fuck, Marry, Kill: Luke, Mohinder, and …” Peter had to think a moment, before concluding with, “Me.”
Sylar was silent, his expression impassive as he combined roles and names for the optimal configuration. It only took a moment. “Fuck you, marry Luke, kill Mohinder.”
“Any explanation?”
“No.”
Peter snorted. “Fine. Then I won't play it with you anymore.”
Sylar frowned at the blackmail. Peter had to have his fun or else there was no fun at all. “I can't marry a man, no one can. And I can't marry a kid, so I wouldn't really be married to Luke. Mo would be dead, and you'd be fucked in any case.” He smirked at that last.
“Women can marry men.”
Sylar looked at him, thought about exactly what he'd said, and rolled his eyes. “That wasn't what I meant.”
“It's what you said.” Sylar didn't dignify it with an answer. Peter went on, “And depending on the country, you can marry a kid. Or state. I think Kansas has a marriage age of fourteen. Wasn't Luke like fifteen or sixteen?”
“Then I pick one where it's illegal,” he snapped. “If you get to cheat with Angela, then so do I!”
“Arthur's dead. The only way you'd be cheating with Angela is if you were still married to Luke.”
Sylar almost missed a step. Peter wasn't stopping to think of these outrageous things - he was clearly blurting them out as fast as he thought of them. The surprise wasn't the concepts themselves, it was that they were lurking somewhere inside Peter's fascinating brain, just waiting to get out whenever he declined to engage the usual filter. Sylar had thought he was the only one with that twisted a mind.
“You and I could have a threesome with her,” Sylar offered.
“I'd be too busy fucking Noah,” Peter deadpanned. Apparently fucking his mother was something Peter didn't want to contemplate. Sylar didn't blame him.
“How do you think you'd like that?”
“I think he'd get the job done. He's real big on that.”
“Hm,” Sylar hummed, enjoying Peter's play on Noah being an all-business Company man. “Do you think he's 'real big' where it counts?”
“Wouldn't you like to know,” Peter snarked. “Luke not packing enough punch for you?”
“I don't mind being the one in the relationship who's doing the packing.”
Peter laughed, reaching over to give Sylar's shoulder a little shove. “That's good! That's good.”
“Luke wasn't going to be the one I was fucking, anyway,” Sylar said as he recovered from the unexpected push.
“Yeah, I caught that,” Peter said, flashing him an oddly warm smile.
Sylar wished he knew what those looks meant. Peter always turned down his propositions, but then he gave these looks sometimes that were welcoming and even flirty. It made Sylar think he wouldn't be turned down forever. Which was good - it looked like he had forever to work on it. If he couldn't play with Peter in that way, then he'd play with him in this and maybe eventually they'd get to the other.