Letting Off Some Steam
Title: Let Off Some Steam
Characters: Sylar (Gabriel Gray), Peter Petrelli
Rating: PG-13 (mentions of masturbation, swear words)
Setting: Inside the Wall
Summary: The boys go a little crazy once the wall appears. Sylar attempts to engage in all the wrong ways.
A/N: Posted because I think this one is funny. I'm going through my folder to see what I can post, rather, to see what's post-able. A kind of experiment with more dialogue.
“You really need to let off some steam, man.” Peter said, turning away.
“You really wanna go there?”
“Go where?” Peter asked with his perfected look of puzzlement.
Sylar thought it was obvious, “What kinds of tension release are there around here?”
“For you I’d say-“
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Fights with you are bad and wrong and I shouldn’t do it…even though I’m not the one who starts them.” There were only so many forms of ‘tension release’ to be found here. Although the options had opened up a few horizons now Peter was around.
“Whatever, you antagonist.” Peter shook his head.
“So what else is there to do to…relieve my tension?”
“Sylar, knowing you, if you were…more of an average person, I’d tell you to get laid but that’s impossible and not just because there’s no people.” Peter turned now to give him his honest, heartfelt opinion.
“Owch, that really hurts, right here,” Sylar tapped at his left pectoral, his expression miming one of pain.
A shrug, “It’s the truth.”
“Hmm,” was all Sylar had to say. He didn’t need Nathan’s help or training as a lawyer to give a non-denial denial. Best trick was to say nothing.
“Medically, and if you weren’t a psychotic asshole and given your little hobby and mommy issues-“
“Fuck you.”
Peter’s lips slid into a sardonic grin, almost smug, “So you’ve told me. Medically, since you can’t you can’t get laid, I’d tell you to go blow off your own steam.”
“Wow, we’re really gonna talk about this? You wanna talk about my…?” Sylar trailed off, letting the word go unspoken. He was off balance with this as is.
“Who said we had to talk about it?”
Sylar just glared.
Peter continued, almost as if to be contrary. Almost as if he knew how uncomfortable this was making him. “Fine. How often do you do it?”
“Who says I do?” Sylar shot back, unsure if he was trying to halt the conversation, delay it so he could answer or tease one or either of them.
“C’mon. Seriously. You’re the one who wants to talk about this, so let’s hear it. How. Often?”
“I have no id-“ Now Sylar was pretty sure he was avoiding.
“Sylar.” Peter’s tone clearly told him to cut the crap.
“Why do you wanna know so badly? Hmm? Peter Pervert?”
“Funny, I’m the pervert when you don’t wanna answer something.” Peter exhaled what might have been an amused snort.
“Peter, you’re always a pervert. You’d fuck anything that would chirp out ‘I love you’.”
“You’re one to talk. You’re catchphrase is-“
“Don’t even.”
“You shy?” Peter had turned completely to face him, really getting into this whole interrogation thing.
“It’s not something I talk about; it serves no purpose to-“
“Take that as a yes. Too shy to talk about your own masturbation habits. And you want to do what, again?” The medic was mocking him now. Telling him he didn’t have a shot at screwing a real person if he couldn’t fess up about his self-love adventures. The freak.
“Shut up.”
Peter ignored him which equated to a pause. Sylar licked his lips. “O-once every few months.” …Maybe on the good half of the year…
“MONTHS?! Damn….you must wet dream like crazy,” Peter chuckled, “Owch.”
“Not- not really.” He only knew that was ‘bad’ because of Nathan - Nathan who couldn’t go a week without. The freak.
“No wonder you’re crazy, man. Release is normal, its built-in, you can’t…you can try to fight that, but why would you- no. Don’t answer that.” Peter cut himself off, shaking his head again and turning away a little.
“Don’t think that I want to. I’m a man; I have needs.” Great, now he had to redeem himself in this somehow. Not even his sex drive was good enough. It was not a surprise.
“Then wh-“ Peter waved a hand, “I’m sorry I asked. Go be tense somewhere else.”