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[evolutionaryimperative]

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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[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"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.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

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.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

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.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

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.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

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.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"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.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'm sure I'll give you more of them soon enough," He mused with a shrug. He liked them too. He liked visual proof that she did belong to him. That she willingly gave herself to him despite the words she still couldn't say.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She pushed her hair over her shoulder, away from her neck and smiled, touching the new skin. "Promise?" she teased.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He grinned, running his fingers through her hair. "Promise." And as if to prove his words he leaned in, biting down hard on her neck.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Instantly, her lips parted on a whimpering gasp, and she held him to her throat, nails digging into the nape of his neck.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He smirked against her skin as she held him there and bit in deeper, drawing blood. He lapped at it, enjoying how eager she seemed to be for the action.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She closed her eyes and shuddered. She couldn't quite explain why she reveled in it so much, but she did, breathlessly, rubbing her body against his in answer to his burning licks. It was almost better than the act of sex itself, how he needed to possess her, mark her like this.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He pulled away after a moment, his dark eyes admiring his handiwork. There was something really enjoyable about healing her up just so he could mark her again like this. That he could claim her as his own over and over again.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She grabbed his jaw, pressed her lips to his, sweeping her tongue into his mouth and moaning gently at the copper, bitter taste of her blood.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He gladly opened his mouth to hers, swiping his tongue over hers as he pulled her closer to him.