Title: Under Your Skin
Characters: Peter, Sylar
Words: 250
Rating: R
Warnings: None.
Setting: The Wall
Summary: Peter and Sylar discuss how Peter can put his anger to good use.
"I'm so angry inside and it's not going away. I thought it would – time would pass, I'd get to know you, things would get better. But they haven't. I'm still angry. I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever not be angry."
"You need to vent it. Channel it. As long as you keep it bottled up inside, it's not going away."
Peter sighed and rolled his eyes. "Sylar, I have tried beating the crap out of you. Aside from being dangerous to both of us, it didn't help. I'm still mad."
Sylar shrugged. "There are other ways to release your energy on me. You've been unnecessarily careful to date."
Peter narrowed his eyes at Sylar, then blew air out his nose and looked away. Sylar scowled at the dismissal. Peter looked back to say, "If I thought you were really into that, that's one thing. I could do that. But-"
Sylar launched himself from his seat, his hands coming down on the armrests of Peter's chair. He nearly snarled. "I am – into that. Be rough with me. Put that passion to use. Show me how much I mean to you."
Peter looked at him wide-eyed for a long beat, then jerked upwards and bit Sylar on the lower lip hard enough to make Sylar gasp, then kissed him – solidly but close-mouthed – before dropping back in the chair and pushing Sylar away casually with a foot to the thigh. "Then we have a deal. And it's not one-sided this time."