The Beat Goes On - Sylar/Peter

[watchmakersylar]

Tittle: The Beat Goes On
Author: thewatchmaker
Rating: NC17 for language and things that make you go blind.
Character: Sylar/Peter
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 982
Notes: Missing scene from 'the Wall'. SPOILERS FOR THE WALL.
Verse: the wall - that I'm writing with futureboyscout
Prompt: Nick Charles: The important thing is the rhythm. Always have rhythm in your shaking. Now a Manhattan you shake to fox-trot time, a Bronx to two-step time, a dry martini you always shake to waltz time. scifi_muse



You were gone when I woke up this morning. I know where you are. You’re where you always are at the wall, trying to break through. You made my arms ache just hearing the pounding echoing through the empty city. I’m so used to hearing the banging and clanging that I’m on my second cup of tea and third cookie when I realize that I don’t hear the sound.

My heart thumps twice and stops. Fear that you’ve left me alone makes me drop my cup, the ceramic shattering on the kitchen floor. I don’t bother to clean it up. Fuck it. Why should I care? If you’ve left without me, or if something happened to you, I’ll be alone again. I can’t stand the thought of that. I need you here with me. Need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone, Peter.

I don’t put on shoes either. Barefoot I race toward the loading docks where you work. I count the doors 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5. The hammers are there in a haphazard pile, but you’re not. I run my hands over the bricks, looking for a chink or some hint that you’ve escaped without me, but I don’t see any changes. It’s the same dull pink that it always is. I have each brick memorized, and you still haven’t chipped a single edge.

I turn in a slow circle. My feet hurt from where I cut them running here. I’m not even wearing a shirt, because I ran out so fast. Where the fuck are you, Peter?

“Please don’t be gone.” The words are a whisper that the breeze carries away. Then I hear a sound. It’s a moan. It’s Peter, and he sounds like he’s in pain. “Peter!”

After three and a half years, I know the city like the inside of one of my clocks. I know how to follow every sound to its source. I’m breathless when I find Peter, but he’s not on the ground. He didn’t fall and break anything. He’s standing in a doorway of a porn shop, one hand on the door. His head is tilted back, and he’s breathing hard.

“Are you peeing in a door way?” I ask when I realize his pants are falling loosely around his hips. “That’s disgusting, Peter.”

“Sylar. Jesus Christ.” He groans louder, and leans his head against the door. “Can a guy get some privacy?”

“Oh shit.” That’s when I realize what he’s doing. My mouth hangs open, and I can feel my face go red. “Um…sorry….I was worried about you…I’ll be…” Somewhere else. Not thinking about this at all. Nope not thinking about you with your fingers around your cock at all, because that would be wrong. “At the wall.”

I want to go. I really do, but I can’t make my feet move. I can’t stop watching his shoulders move under his shirt. I can’t stop listening to his sighs of pleasure, and part of me cannot bear the thought of not being there when he comes.

“I am going to hell.”

Peter starts laughing as he finishes. He’s smiling as he buttons his jeans and turns to face me. “You’re not going to hell. It’s a little weird that you watched, but you’re not going to hell.”

“I should go. Should not have interrupted you.”

“Interrupting would mean you stopped me. You didn’t. I finished what I started.” He looks at me, and his smile gets even bigger. “You don’t do you?”

“Sure I do. Just not in the street, and not in the doorway of a dirty book store. Don’t they have places in there that you could have done that?” I have no idea. I’ve never been in a dirty book store.

“It’s a perfectly natural thing to do, Gabriel.” Peter takes a deep breath and leans against the blacked out window of the shop. “And yeah, I could have gone inside, but I was in the mood to do something naughty.”

“Naughtier,” I point out. I’m so disturbed that it doesn’t faze me that he called me Gabriel. “Inside would have been bad enough.”

“You’re a murderer, and you’re afraid of masturbation being a sin?” He pushes off the window and saunters over to me, and slaps me on the shoulder. “That doesn’t make any sense. I mean none. You’re pretty much crazy, but I think this is a new level of nuts for you.”

“Thanks so much.” I have a flash of a memory of Nathan explaining to Peter how to do it. Big brother, Nathan, going over the joys of porn, and where to hide it so Angela won’t find it. Then in detail of what lotion feels best when you jack off. “You were so young. I mean you were a kid, and I… I mean Nathan showed you how.”

“Lucky me.” He shook his head, looking up at me through his hair. “For once I’m not going to bitch at you for having one of Nathan’s memories. It’ll probably do you good to know how normal guys work. I know you were an only child, and I know your mom was really religious, but after you got out didn’t you just…you know…fuck?”

“I don’t want to have this conversation with you. Isn’t there a wall with your name on it?”

“Come on Sylar!” He stepped away; arms outstretched with a smile just as wide. “Admit it. You want to go home and try out all the things you just remembered that Nathan taught me.”

“I do not.” With my hands tucked into my pockets, I start walking back to the apartment, shoulders hunched around my ears. I don’t want to hear him laughing at me, or poking at me to do it, because I know I’m going to. I also know I’ll imagine that it’s Peter’s fingers around my cock instead of mine.

Comments

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

That has got to be the best title on the planet.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

I wanted to write a murder fic. I have no control over the muse at all. *head desk* He wanted this one. lOL

HOT HOT HOT!

[hola-lola-soy.livejournal.com]

OMG I'm so exited for this cant wait for the next chapter! =D you've basically hit most of my kinks in one go! (also characters spot on ;)

Re: HOT HOT HOT!

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it. I wanted to write a murder fic. *head desk* He wanted this one. I have no control over the muse at all. LOL

[futureboyscout.livejournal.com]

Figures you'd just sit there and watch.

No wonder you're so bent out of shape all the time. You need to get off. Seriously.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

I'm not some demented sex fiend like you, Peter. I'm perfectly fine. I can go without as long as I need to.

[eriksselest.livejournal.com]

*ROFLS* XD O.M.G!!!! *dies of lols*

[sylar.livejournal.com]

I didn't want to write this! I am Sylar's bitch.

[lila-blue-b.livejournal.com]

Nom, nom, nom... More please? Cuz that can't be the end...

Also, awesome title! And awesome characterization.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

LOL This is not the end. I can't seem to stop writing these Wall fics. I've lost all control of Sylar. Glad you liked it. If you hit the tag: verse - the wall, you'll see the other's I've done. futureboyscout has some from Peter's POV too.

[fadingcookie.livejournal.com]

I love you. :)
Seriously, I think this fandom is living off you shamelessly. XD

[sylar.livejournal.com]

OMG That is the coolest compliment I've ever had. Thank You!

[anonymiss731.livejournal.com]

Shamelessly...Err...I'm a little guilty about it...just a little.....but then I get jealous of how effortlessly cool watchmaker looks and the green eyed monster burns all my guilt away.

[lornrocks.livejournal.com]

This is crazy awesome. Oh my goodness.

I love it and I cannot wait for the next installment. Your guys' fics are crazy awesome.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I'm happy you're enjoying the verse. I've lost all control of Sylar.

[anonymiss731.livejournal.com]

This had a very neat freak, sin concerned Gabriel edge to it but the Fuck its, anger and the overall tone coming off of it clearly showed it was Sylar. You write everything very eloquently and the sentences always sound purposeful and confident. Like everyone is meaningful and working to the big picture. (I hope I'm not repeating myself cause I always feel like that when I read your fics) I really like you style and how expertly you weave canon and fanon together.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Thank you, sweetheart. I was hoping to channel a little Gabriel under the Sylar edge. :)

[ariadnechan.livejournal.com]

wow!!

*mind didn't come yet*

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[iluthradanar.livejournal.com]

That Wall has provided writers with many scenarios and themes. Love it, and love your story. Just because someone can kill doesn't mean that they are free spirits, sexually speaking. Some were quite repressed.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Sylar's got a weird sense of right and wrong. He's very selective about his sins. Glad you're enjoying the stories.

[l0ve-in-300ks.livejournal.com]

This just gets better and better as it goes. I love the panic over nothing and then when he actually finds Peter, YEAH! Sylar is soo frustrated, it's sad. I love the Wall and you just keep making it better

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. Eventually they're going to end up doing it, but I don't know when.

[dancingdragon3.livejournal.com]

This fic was sooo good. I love sexually inexperienced Sylar. And the idea of Peter being so comfortable that he can let Sylar watch him finish is unbelievably hot.

Thanks a lot and sorry for the late comment.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

I always think of Sylar as nearly a secondhand virgin. I doubt he's had a lot of experience. Gabriel certainly didn't.

There's no such thing as a late comment. Thank you for reading/liking the fic.

[1breath.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, Catholic school, crazy wacko mother or no, you can't tell me that there wasn't one moment of masturbation!

[sylar.livejournal.com]

None, not ever..... Well not in public.... I'm kind of normal. Jeez Scully.

[charlene816.livejournal.com]

“Are you peeing in a door way?” LMAO!!!

Can so totally picture the worry just instantly flitting into a 'wtf' look.

At least he picked an appropriate place :)

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Peter is a pervert! And he is going to Hell.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. I don't know where this one came from. You should check out futureboyscout's follow up fic for this one.

[nathanapetrelli.livejournal.com]

Of course you guys HAD to mention my porn stash :: has traumatic flashback to all the times he got busted by Angela and the hour-long lectures she'd deliver ::

:: mun meanwhile dies of laughter ::

[sylar.livejournal.com]

I gotta thank you Nathan. I had no idea about so much of that stuff. The things you Navy guys did.... Blew my little watchmaker's brain that for damned sure.