Title: Meaning
Characters: Sylar, Peter Petrelli
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word count: 200
Setting: The Wall
Summary: Sylar tries to talk Peter into sex. It doesn't work.
"It doesn't have to mean anything," Sylar huffed. "There's no mystical significance to it."
"Oh really? Then why do you keep bringing it up if it doesn't matter?"
"You want it."
Peter's brows rose in disbelief.
"You'd enjoy it. I'm just trying to make your time here more … pleasant," Sylar said with the beginnings of a sultry purr in his voice.
Peter snorted at the change in tone. "Yeah, right. You know what else I enjoy? Music. I don't see you getting on the piano to accompany when I'm playing guitar. I like to eat good food, too. I don't see you jumping in there to show me how to cook better. You know I like working out, but are you ever there for racquetball, or even to spot me weights? Never."
Sylar squirmed.
"You want it because it matters," Peter insisted. "Sex is close. It's friendly. It's intimate. You'd literally be inside of me. There's no closer you can get. Talk about under my skin!" Peter gave a rough chuckle and shook his head, mouth open. "Sylar, you have hurt me, killed me, and left me emotionally eviscerated." Cold and serious now, Peter concluded, "There is no way I'm letting you in."