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The Sendhil Who Cried Wolf - Zach/Sendhil [RPS]

Title: The Sendhil Who Cried Wolf Characters/Pairings: Zach/Sendhil Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Slash. Mild sex stuff. Cursing. Word Count: 2803 Summary:  Sendhil pursed his lips to keep from smiling. How he enjoyed teasing the new people. Disclaimer: I am, of course, in no way insinuating that any of this is real. This is entirely fictional, and Zach and Sendhil are merely my puppets are being treated as fictional characters. Plz no sue kthnx. A/N: This is a companion fic to this, but it's not necessary to have read that to understand this one. ^_^ Enjoy! There was an unshakable feeling of camaraderie in the air, and Sendhil decided to brush flecks of dust off of Zach’s shirt. “You’re not very tidy, you know,” Sendhil informed him, and Zach gave a sarcastic smirk. “Says the guy who can’t get a plastic comb through his hair without breaking it,” he said, and Sendhil chuckled as he remembered. He patted his curls lovingly. “Don’t diss the locks, yo.” Zach winced and said, “Do me a favor, Sendhil. Never say the word ‘yo’ again.” “Or what?” Sendhil laughed and pulled on Zach’s shoulder. “You’ll come to my house and eat my braaaainnnnssss?” His eyes went wide and he laughed some more. “That’s exactly what I’ll do.” Zach’s eyes lit up and he delicately plucked a piece of lint out of Sendhil’s hair. “So much for you being neat and tidy.” He flicked the lint away and grinned. “Hey. Never said I was tidy. Just that you weren’t.” He hadn’t let go of Zach’s shoulder yet, and he felt the smooth material of the silk underneath the pads of his fingers. “Why are you feeling up my shirt?” He tittered uncomfortably and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Your shirt turns me on, man,” said Sendhil. “It has me thinking all kinds of nasty thoughts.” “W-what?” His face went white---whiter than it was---and the smile drooped off of his face. “Yeah…hey, take your shirt off, so I can go have wild sex with it in the closet.” His face relaxed and laughter broke out. “Are you serious?” Sendhil pursed his lips to keep from smiling. How he enjoyed teasing the new people. “No. I just want you to take your shirt off. Me and my tricks, you know.” A wink. Zach said nothing, just stared at him with a questioning, frightful gaze. “You’re still not serious.” “I am.” Sendhil breathed into Zach’s ear, “I want to fuck you. Right now.” Sendhil could feel him tense up, and Zach’s face was warm against his cheek. “I don’t---I mean---huh?” “Well? Do you want to or not?” Sendhil lazily tilted his head and pressed his fingers tightly on Zach’s shoulder. “B-but…you…I…uh…” He was so flustered, and Sendhil couldn’t keep it up any longer. “Just kidding,” he said, and his toes lowered him back onto the ground as Zach looked like he had just been hit by an 18-wheeler. “Kidding? You were just…oh, you bastard,” he laughed, and Sendhil clapped him on the back, glad that Zach was a good sport. *** There wasn’t a lot of time left before shooting started again, but Sendhil laid himself out on the couch and crunched his bag of potato chips. “Why are you destroying your snack?” Zach asked, sliding over in his Converses. “I like them broken.” His hands pressed against the plastic and felt the chips crack satisfyingly. “What’s up?” “You do realize we’ll be at it again in five minutes.” He peeled open the bag and stuffed the tiny pieces into his mouth. “And?” Zach shook his head, but he smiled. “Never mind. Clearly you cannot be stopped.” “Damn straight I can’t.” He chewed thoughtfully. “Or, you know. Not straight.” Zach’s thick brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” “Kinsey.” Sendhil swallowed and licked the grease from his fingers. “Kinsey said sexuality isn’t a static state.” “Yeah, so?” “So, it’s fluid and transitive. No one is one-hundred percent straight or one-hundred percent gay. We all go through different periods in our lives where we’re attracted to different kinds of people.” “I don’t get what this has to do with you eating chips three minutes before we get called for a scene.” “I have a point.” Sendhil looked at Zach sultrily and fought a smirk. “Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to have sex with a guy. You know?” Zach’s foot slipped. “R-really now.” He’d obviously forgotten last time. “Really. You’re gay, right, Zach?” “Y-yeah…” Sendhil could see the drip of sweat near his ear. “What’s it like? Can you tell me? Or…maybe you could show me.” He licked his fingers again, his eyes half-closed. He glanced up, and Zach looked mesmerized. “Are you serious?” he asked quietly, earnestly. “No.” And he grinned, swinging his legs over the couch. “I’m just kidding.” Zach blinked, then ran his hand down over his face. “You need to stop doing that, Sendhil,” he said, but he was amused. Sendhil could tell. They got called over for the scene and Sendhil straightened the collar underneath his bright orange sweater. *** “Don’t ever tell me about the ducks,” Zach said as Sendhil flounced his hair back and laughed. “I don’t want to know about the ducks.” “But Z, the Infamous Duck Story is too amazing not to be told,” Sendhil said imploringly, and reached across the dining table to wipe tomato sauce off of Zach’s face. “Everyone has to know it.” “Not me.” His face flickered oddly, and he pushed Sendhil’s hand away. “I can get it myself.” Sendhil plopped back down in his seat and rested his chin on his fists. God, he was drunk. “ ‘S a little lower.” “Ah.” He got it and tossed the napkin on the table carelessly. Sendhil scraped his nail against the scruff on his chin, his gaze flitting down towards Zach’s hands. They were feeling the smooth steel of the fork. “What?” Zach asked, and Sendhil didn’t see but he knew Zach was raising an eyebrow, because that was what he always did. “Nothing,” he had to save face somehow, “I was just staring at your penis.” Zach rolled his eyes and brought the fork to his mouth. “You can cut your crap now, you know. It’s not funny.” “Hmm.” He laid his head down on the table and closed his eyes. *** He was bored. “You bored?” he asked Zach, who was reading a magazine. Zach made a small noise of agreement, but didn’t look up. “I’m bored.” His fingers tapped against the back of his chair. He glanced over. “What’re you reading?” “Nothing.” “Looks like something. What is it?” Zach sighed heavily and flipped the glossy page. “None of your business.” “Ooh. Mister Temper.” He still wouldn’t look up. Sendhil slid down in his seat and rubbed his hands over his eyes. “Shame we’re not gonna be doing too many more scenes together. I like our riveting conversations.” That got his attention. “What?” “Yeah. Didn’t you hear? Sylar’s getting killed off next episode.” Zach was hesitant to believe him, but he still looked slightly alarmed. “How is he getting killed off?” “Mohinder kills him. Because he finds out ‘Zane’ is really Sylar.” “Are you serious?!” Zach shrieked, and slammed his magazine shut. “Why didn’t they tell me this? This doesn’t make any fucking sense whatsoever!” “Mohinder’s not bad-ass enough. People have been complaining. So they decided to change it. Sorry.” He shrugged and picked at the threads hanging off of his pants. “This is---this is bullshit! You’d think they’d at least have the decency to tell me that I’m dying in the next episode!” His face was flushed and his eyes were practically popping out of his head. Sendhil smiled. “There’s a perfectly good reason they didn’t tell you that,” he said. “Oh, yeah? Why?” “Because I made it up.” “Because---wait, what?” Sendhil chuckled. “I was kidding. Got you again!” “You---don’t scare me like that!” Zach cried, whapping Sendhil on the shoulder with his magazine. “That was just mean, Sendhil.” “I guess you’d prefer me hitting on you, then,” Sendhil said, a smirk sliding up his cheek. Zach’s eyes went like rocks. “Not really, no.” “Oh, c’mon. You know you love it,” he teased gently, shoving Zach’s shoulder with his finger. He turned a deeper shade of red. “I don’t.” “Your face looks good like that,” Sendhil said. “You should be embarrassed more often.” “I hate you, you know,” he said, and left, magazine rolled up and stuffed into his pocket. Sendhil frowned. The room that was bustling with people seemed a lot more empty. *** “You occupy my thoughts entirely too much,” Sendhil said a month later. “In what way?” Zach asked, reaching for a muffin. He shrugged and scratched his ear. “I dunno. Never mind.” “Okay.” Zach grabbed another muffin. “You want it?” “No thanks. I’m allergic to blueberries.” “Really?” “No.” He swiped it from Zach’s hand and took an obscenely large bite. “Why are you always lying about the dumbest things?” Zach asked jokingly, taking a (much smaller) bite of his own muffin. Sendhil grinned, food still in his mouth. “Ish fush.” “Sorry?” He swallowed. “It’s fun. I enjoy making people uncomfortable.” “Clearly,” Zach mumbled, almost too low for Sendhil to hear. Almost. He chose to ignore it, and also to ignore the crackling electricity he suddenly felt on the side facing Zach. “Did you hear about the strike at NBC?” “What strike?” “A bunch of the writers working for NBC are going on strike. Nobody on Heroes, though. Just the writers on The Office, My Name is Earl, a couple other shows. Can’t remember them.” He looked confused, and took another bite of his muffin. “Why would they do that?” He licked the crumbs underneath his mouth, and Sendhil didn’t know why he noticed this. “I dunno. Something to do with NBC cutting everyone’s budget in half.” “Are you serious?” “Yeah. They’re gonna have to fire some of the cast. So Milo’s gonna get kicked to the curb next week.” Zach’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe you.” “Fine. Don’t. But just watch. After Milo’s gone, it’s probably gonna be me.” He sighed sadly and bit off a blueberry. “Really? I mean, why would they do that? Mohinder’s an important character.” He said this urgently, pleadingly, with a desperate look in his eye. “And Peter isn’t?” Sendhil raised an eyebrow. “Nice that you’re more concerned about me leaving than Milo. I appreciate that.” “Are they seriously gonna start firing people?” “No. I was kidding. But I appreciate your support, Zach, I really do,” he said, patting him on the shoulder. “Jesus…” He ran a hand through his hair. “One of these days, I’m not gonna believe a single word that comes out of your mouth.” “I’m surprised it hasn’t happened already, to be honest,” Sendhil smiled cheekily. “Ha ha.” He turned on his heel and slapped hands with Greg, who was in full-on party mode, as per usual. Sendhil gazed after him, then glanced down at his muffin and remembered that, although he was not allergic to blueberries, he was allergic to peaches, and he could sense the faint taste of peach on his tongue…fuck. The muffins were peach-flavored. He threw the muffin into the trash and sprinted away to the bathroom. *** Sendhil’s heels scraped against the sidewalk, his fists stuffed into his jacket pockets. “It’s a nice night out.” “Yeah.” Zach looked up at the sky. “You can actually see a couple stars for once.” “Stars up there or down here?” Sendhil said slyly. Zach bumped his hip into his. “You know what I mean, idiot.” Sendhil chortled and stared at his feet, his breath lodged in his throat for some reason. “Hmmph.” They walked down the street, not saying anything, the night air hanging heavy between them. “You know what I’ve always wondered?” Zach said. “What?” “I’ve always kinda wondered what it’d be like to just…fly,” he said. “I mean, I know I always say during interviews that the superpower I’d want is invisibility, but part of me wonders what it’d be like to have your feet levitate off the ground a little bit…float there for a while…and then just soar off into the sky.” He paused and chuckled. “God, I’m horrible. That’s such a cliché.” “No. It’s nice.” Sendhil looked over at him. Zach’s profile swallowed his eyes. “I’ve always wanted to know, too. It seems like it’d be so freeing.” “Yeah.” Zach turned his head, and their eyes burned into each other. It didn’t seem like the rest of the world existed. “Um…” Sendhil coughed into his hand and turned away. “Guess what I heard the other day?” “What?” It was hard to miss the disappointment in his voice. “Adrian and Natalie are getting a divorce.” “WHAT?!” Zach came to a screeching stop. Sendhil could almost hear the brakes on his feet. “They’re getting a divorce?! No way!” “When he said he was growing a beard, that was the last straw. Natalie says she wants a divorce.” “This---it’s over a beard? It’s over a stupid, hypothetical beard?” His voice was so high-pitched that Sendhil had to fight the urge to insert his fingers into his ears. “Not just the beard. It’s other stuff, too. But the beard just drove Natalie over the edge. She said she can’t take it anymore.” “But---but---someone has to talk to her,” Zach said. “She can’t divorce him. Adrian’s crazy about her. And…I mean…you can’t possibly be serious about this! This is totally insane.” “You’re right. I’m not serious.” He tried to smirk proudly, but he couldn’t. Zach chewed on his lip. “Right. Of course you’re not.” And he shuffled ahead of him, back hunched. I like the way your pupils dilate when you look at me, Sendhil thought, but didn’t say. It was getting hard to distinguish the truth from the lies now. *** “I still can’t believe this is the last episode of the season,” Milo said, tucking his bangs behind his ear. “I know.” Sendhil smoothed down the creases in his pants. “It’s pretty surreal.” “Did you get one of Greg’s notes in your dressing room yet?” Greg had been leaving amusing little notes in people’s dressing rooms---Adrian had gotten one that said, “ADRIAN TOTALLY WANTS TO GET IT ON WITH GREG” and Milo had received one that read,  “MILO IS A CROSS-DRESSING FIEND.” “No, not yet. But it’s only a matter of time.” Coincidentally, Greg was walking up to them, a big grin on his face. “Hello, Sendhil,” he said mischievously, and continued on his way. Milo and Sendhil looked at each other. “You got one,” Milo said. “I got one.” “Let’s go see!” Milo sounded way too excited, and yanked Sendhil down the hall towards his dressing room. The door was open, and they could see the piece of notebook paper taped onto the mirror. It said, in blue capital letters: “ZACH LIKES WHEN SENDHIL IS NEKKID.” Milo burst out laughing while Sendhil just stood there stupidly. “Oh, man! That’s classic! HEY, ZACH! GET IN HERE!” “No---” Sendhil hissed, but it was too late; Zach had already sidled over. “What is…” His gaze locked on the note and a faint blush crept up his cheek. “What the hell?” “Greg strikes again!” Greg cackled as he ran past them. He waved his arms in the air. “NO ONE CAN STOP ME!” “Hey, Greg! I’ve got a good one you can put in Ali’s room!” Milo ran after him, laughing. Sendhil laughed too, uncomfortably, and rubbed his neck. “We sure are a crazy cast, huh?” “Heh. Yeah.” Zach grinned. “So, I’ll just…take this off for you…” His hand reached over to rip the note off the mirror. Sendhil’s fingers clenched onto his arm to stop him. Zach gave him a curious look. “What is it?” “Nah. Don’t take it off,” Sendhil said casually. “It gives me a warm, gooey feeling inside.” He looked over at it. It did. It actually did. And he didn’t want to think about what that meant. “Yeah. Right.” Zach chuckled good-naturedly and pulled his arm away from Sendhil’s grasp. “Okay. Leave it up if you want.” And he left, hands in his pockets. Sendhil stared after him. Zach had been acting---he wasn’t really amused. He could tell. He always knew when Zach was acting and when he wasn’t, just like he knew that Zach didn’t like sugar in his coffee and that he wrote his To-Do Lists on old postcards. That, in fact, he made lists out of everything, from grocery lists to favorite-restaurant lists to people-he-didn’t-like lists. And that he would always let Sendhil read them, even the really personal ones that he wouldn’t let anyone else see. He realized that he knew too many things about Zach, things that no ordinary person would notice or even care about knowing, and it scared him. It scared him how nice the note taped on his mirror made him feel. It scared him how wonderful he felt whenever Zach looked at him. But mostly, it was scaring him how badly and horribly he wanted to know what it would be like to kiss Zach and to hold him and to fuck him senseless in the back of a car or anywhere, really. He sat down at his dresser and gazed at the note. The one time he had been serious, and Zach hadn’t believed him. Karma. It was a bitch.