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The next morning Sylar had gotten up and called Mohinder, delighting himself as he told the Indian man about how they had massacred Matt and Janice. (Scandanlizing Mohinder was still one of his favorite pasttimes). Mohind agreed to come get Matty as soon as Sylar gave him this ultimatum: "Either come pick him up, or Elle and I am going to raise him as our own little protege."

Mohinder had quickly told him he would there and then hung up.

Meanwhile, the serial killer was currently in the kitchen, heating up a bottle of milk. Matty had woken up a while ago, crying and hungry. It was almost strange how easily Sylar slipped into the role of changing diapers and burping the kid and just generally taking care of it. He told himself it was just residual feelings from having been stuck in Matt for so long.

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She hissed delightfully at his touch on her open wounds, and then sighed in relief, whispering her thanks as her skin patched up. "It was itchy," she complained, and opened her eyes, lifted her fingers to push in his cute jutting lower lip. "And I look beautiful anyway," she quipped.

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He laughed softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss against her lips. "It's true. You do look beautiful anyways." And besides, if she healed quicker, the quicker he could mark her up again. He was okay with this.

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She was okay with that too, eager for it. She smiled at the compliment, even though she fished for it, and kissed him again right back with a spark, pressing closer to him. Maybe crying it out had helped, and messing with Mohinder had made her feel a whole lot better. The orgasm hadn't hurt, either.

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He returned her spark with a small one of his own as they kissed. He was glad she seemed to be in a better mood now. He hated seeing her cry, well...cry out sadness anyways. He'd be lying if he said there weren't situations where he did enjoy her crying.

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She nipped at his mouth with a gentle sigh, pressed her tongue between his lips. His little jolt raced right through her tongue, and she hooked her leg over his side. Even when she hadn't been able to stand looking at him before, he'd always felt so good.

The sound of Mohinder's rushed footsteps caused her to pull away, and she looked back to see Matty and a small bag in the doctor's hands. "Hope you enjoyed your stay," she said innocently.

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Mohinder stopped in his steps, looking at the two of them in disgust. "You two don't really plan on staying in the home of someone you murdered, do you? Isn't that asking to be caught?"

Sylar smirked, looking at the other man with dark promise in his eyes. "No. Because no one is going to report us. The only person who knows is you, and if you report us I'll be forced to come kill you and take that super strength you gave yourself a while back. And then the child will be left in our care again. You don't want that, do you?"

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Why would they leave? Elle turned back to Sylar with rolling eyes. She missed Mohinder's widened eyes and nervous swallow covered by a flimsy mask of indifference. "No, that wouldn't be a preferable outcome," he said.

Elle reached to push back Sylar's messy, untamed hair with annoyed frown. "We still need to get rid of their bodies," she said. That chore would be a hassle. They were probably starting to smell weird.

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"I didn't think it would be," He muttered with a smirk. He turned back to Elle, his expression dropping to that of disgust at her comment, nodding in agreement. "We should probably do that sometime today."

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"You still have their bodies?" Mohinder asked, distressed.

Elle wondered if he was ever going to leave. He was outstaying his welcome, and her fingers itched to just kill him too, but she guessed if he was going to take the baby away, that wasn't an option.

"We'll give them a nice burial," she snapped.

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"...Right, I'll be going then," Mohinder murmured, giving them one more distressed look before finally exiting the house, the baby in tow.

Sylar just laughed once he left, pulling Elle close to him once more. "I was beginning to think he was never going to leave." He leaned in, nuzzling her neck playfully.

He wasn't sure what to do with the bodies. The only time he had actually disposed of one before had been Elle, and that had been more like a funeral pyre of respect than trying to hide evidence.

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Elle herself had a bit more experience in that respect, considering where she had worked. She knew if they were going to stay here, they would have to get rid of the bodies in such a way that they couldn't be identified, and far away from here if the possibility existed they'd ever be discovered.

So she wasn't concerned, and she smiled in his arms, arcing her marred throat into his attention with a pleased sigh. Maybe those scars could stay; she found herself a bit attached to them.

"A second more and we would have had three bodies to deal with," she giggled.

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He brushed his lips against her bruises and bitemarks, licking at the wounds playfully. They were probably his favorite marks he had left on her. "And then we would have had to find someone else to take the baby from us, and that would have just been an annoyance," He mused.

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"I'd have to wait to have you all to myself," she lilted wryly, threading her fingers into his thick hair, hissing, gasping at the sting of his warm tongue.

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"Because the baby being here before really stopped you," He mused with a laugh, running his tongue over the wounds again.

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"I'm not ashamed of being selfish," she muttered playfully, curling her leg tighter around him. She shuddered a little with a delighted exhale, scratching his scalp lightly with her nails. She could probably spend all day happily letting him do this.

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"And I never said you should be. I like that you can't stand to share me," He grinned, pausing for a moment in his actions, looking up at her in bemusement. "What would you have done if Mohinder had actually accepted our advances?"

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Elle gazed at him with a look of utter coyness, a spark of an impish grin playing at her lips. "Let him," she said slyly, and lifted her hand, electricity zapping across her fingers in a few small bursts. "And then made him pay."

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"What, did you like the idea of me fooling around with another man?" He asked with a raised brow. When he was younger, he had been quite homophobic due to his catholic upbringing. As it was, he didn't care so much if something was right or wrong now, but he still wasn't the craziest about the idea.

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"I like to watch," she explained simply, tracing down his jaw with a sparking finger and curled lips. His curious, assessing expression was almost comical, and she couldn't help but laugh silently at him. "Maybe get in the middle, too," she added playfully. She knew she couldn't share. Would he?

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"I would kill him before I let him put anything inside of you," He said in a firm, serious tone. And it was true. He didn't even like having sex with her in someone else's form, let alone actually letting someone else touch her like that. He was not the sharing type.

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She blushed with infatuation and a smile, warming at his murderous answer. Maybe he did love her. Why else would he say something so romantic and mean it? "Good," she whispered, and kissed him.

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He smiled back, returning the kiss. He was glad she approved of the sentiment, because there was no way in hell he was going to share her with someone.

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She didn't want to be shared. And even though she'd expressed an interest to share him, she doubted that "let him" entitled much more than consent before she would fry Mohinder's gut out. Like a game, or an excuse to kill him. Both.

She pulled back a little, craning her neck to slowly bite down on his shoulder, her body alive on his, pressing as close as she could. The skin broke and she sighed a soft moan. "I hate that it never stays," she murmured with a pout, licking her closing teethmarks.

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He hissed out in pain as she bit down on his shoulder, breaking the skin. The pain was temporary, however, and soon began to heal up. It always did. "Its the act of marking that counts more than the mark itself." And as if to prove his point he raised his hand to her neck, healing the wounds there.

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"I like it though," she whispered, as the pain and discomfort faded from her skin. And maybe she hated it too, being reminded she was his. That she had said she belonged to him.