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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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[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.