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thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar/Mohinder
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 831
Rating: R lots of violence and gore - this is not a romance.
Prompt: Phil Harris: You're not a man 'til you've pulled a tooth out with a pair of pliers. for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
“Do you remember when I offered you your life, Mohinder?” I traced my fingers over his forehead, moving sweat dampened curls out of my way. He was trembling, held still by my telekinesis like a rabbit in a trap. His eyes so wide I was worried they’d pop out of his face.
“I do. You had me right where you wanted me. Well almost where you wanted me.” Licking my lips, I tapped on his and grinned. “I’m no mind reader, but I know what you wanted from me…well Zane, and it wasn’t tea and sympathy.”
Mohinder shifted as I straddled him on the rough stained motel room carpet, trying to use his super strength to escape. Physically he was stronger than I am, but he can’t beat my telekinesis. Pretty soon that wouldn’t matter, since I’d be taking his ability.
“Did you know that I can take abilities without killing now, Mohinder?” I smiled down at him, wanting to see the relief in his eyes. There it was. That little glimmer of hope, a tiny spark, that he clutched to his heart that he was going to survive our encounter.
“I had heard rumors about that,” he said, drawing in a shuddering breath as I leaned my weight on his stomach, hampering his diaphragm to make it hard for him to draw breath. “But I didn’t believe them.”
“Truth is.” I licked my teeth under my lips and smirked. “Everyone I’ve gotten a power from without cutting their heads open died. How fair is that? I mean I could have just ripped them apart, but instead I got in their heads using their emotions and empathy. Then they fucking ended up dead anyway. Sad but true.”
Oh yes I could feel his hope growing. He wanted that emotional connection with me. Mohinder was never hard to read. Before I knew I could read emotions, to mimic them to seem normal, I could read Mohinder like a box of cereal. He was about as complex as a game of tic tack toe. Chandra obviously didn’t pass his genes on to his only son.
“Want me to tell you how I did it?” I leaned close, my lips nearly brushing his while he quivered. “With Elle and Lydia I got it fucking them.” Half a lie, well three-quarters, I’d have fucked Lydia if I hadn’t been out of my mind. And Elle well there was sex, but that was long after I’d learned her power, but Mohinder didn’t need to know that.
“You w..w…what?” The flair of want and need from him flared like a torch. I had him right where I wanted him. “You’re going to have to rape me, Sylar.”
“I don’t need to be able to tell your heart’s desire or read lies to know I wouldn’t be raping you, Mohinder. You want this.” He did too more than anything. I didn’t. The only person I wanted naked less than Mohinder was Claire Bennet. Just the thought of the cheerleader on her knees made me want to throw up. I traced my finger down his cheek, trailing through one of his alligator tears, then brought the tear to my lips to lick it off.
“You’re going to hurt me.”
“Well d’uh, not like you don’t want me to.” I scooted back, my ass brushing against the firmness I could feel through his pants. “You’ve been asking me to hurt you since the first time you realized I was Sylar.”
“Please,” he pleaded, and I could feel him trying to move beneath me. I had to increase my focus to keep his arms from moving. He wanted to touch me. I didn’t need Lydia’s ability to know that either. “Sylar, please.”
“If you insist.” My teeth sank into his lips, but not in a kiss. I bit down, tearing until his blood ran down his chin, and soaked into the rug. He screamed in pain, while his pleasure spiked. “I’ve wanted to taste your blood for a long time, Mohinder. Feel free to scream. I’ve needed to hear that too.”
Flashing him another smile, I licked his blood from my lips and started cutting into his skull. His screams echoed off the walls, and I laughed when the neighbors pounded on the wall, with muffled shouts of ‘keep it down in there!’
“You lying, bastard!” He spat and sputtered as the light faded from his eyes.
The blood soaked into the carpet, squelching as I leaned one hand into the puddle and pried off the top of his skull. It was hot, and I loved the feel of it almost as much as the touch of divinity taking a power gave me. With a moan, my lips parted and I sucked in a deep breath as I took Mohinder’s strength and life.
Placing my hand over his face, I squeezed, and laughed when his eyes did pop out of his shattered skull. “Oops, guess I don’t know my own strength.”
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 831
Rating: R lots of violence and gore - this is not a romance.
Prompt: Phil Harris: You're not a man 'til you've pulled a tooth out with a pair of pliers. for
scifi_muses“Do you remember when I offered you your life, Mohinder?” I traced my fingers over his forehead, moving sweat dampened curls out of my way. He was trembling, held still by my telekinesis like a rabbit in a trap. His eyes so wide I was worried they’d pop out of his face.
“I do. You had me right where you wanted me. Well almost where you wanted me.” Licking my lips, I tapped on his and grinned. “I’m no mind reader, but I know what you wanted from me…well Zane, and it wasn’t tea and sympathy.”
Mohinder shifted as I straddled him on the rough stained motel room carpet, trying to use his super strength to escape. Physically he was stronger than I am, but he can’t beat my telekinesis. Pretty soon that wouldn’t matter, since I’d be taking his ability.
“Did you know that I can take abilities without killing now, Mohinder?” I smiled down at him, wanting to see the relief in his eyes. There it was. That little glimmer of hope, a tiny spark, that he clutched to his heart that he was going to survive our encounter.
“I had heard rumors about that,” he said, drawing in a shuddering breath as I leaned my weight on his stomach, hampering his diaphragm to make it hard for him to draw breath. “But I didn’t believe them.”
“Truth is.” I licked my teeth under my lips and smirked. “Everyone I’ve gotten a power from without cutting their heads open died. How fair is that? I mean I could have just ripped them apart, but instead I got in their heads using their emotions and empathy. Then they fucking ended up dead anyway. Sad but true.”
Oh yes I could feel his hope growing. He wanted that emotional connection with me. Mohinder was never hard to read. Before I knew I could read emotions, to mimic them to seem normal, I could read Mohinder like a box of cereal. He was about as complex as a game of tic tack toe. Chandra obviously didn’t pass his genes on to his only son.
“Want me to tell you how I did it?” I leaned close, my lips nearly brushing his while he quivered. “With Elle and Lydia I got it fucking them.” Half a lie, well three-quarters, I’d have fucked Lydia if I hadn’t been out of my mind. And Elle well there was sex, but that was long after I’d learned her power, but Mohinder didn’t need to know that.
“You w..w…what?” The flair of want and need from him flared like a torch. I had him right where I wanted him. “You’re going to have to rape me, Sylar.”
“I don’t need to be able to tell your heart’s desire or read lies to know I wouldn’t be raping you, Mohinder. You want this.” He did too more than anything. I didn’t. The only person I wanted naked less than Mohinder was Claire Bennet. Just the thought of the cheerleader on her knees made me want to throw up. I traced my finger down his cheek, trailing through one of his alligator tears, then brought the tear to my lips to lick it off.
“You’re going to hurt me.”
“Well d’uh, not like you don’t want me to.” I scooted back, my ass brushing against the firmness I could feel through his pants. “You’ve been asking me to hurt you since the first time you realized I was Sylar.”
“Please,” he pleaded, and I could feel him trying to move beneath me. I had to increase my focus to keep his arms from moving. He wanted to touch me. I didn’t need Lydia’s ability to know that either. “Sylar, please.”
“If you insist.” My teeth sank into his lips, but not in a kiss. I bit down, tearing until his blood ran down his chin, and soaked into the rug. He screamed in pain, while his pleasure spiked. “I’ve wanted to taste your blood for a long time, Mohinder. Feel free to scream. I’ve needed to hear that too.”
Flashing him another smile, I licked his blood from my lips and started cutting into his skull. His screams echoed off the walls, and I laughed when the neighbors pounded on the wall, with muffled shouts of ‘keep it down in there!’
“You lying, bastard!” He spat and sputtered as the light faded from his eyes.
The blood soaked into the carpet, squelching as I leaned one hand into the puddle and pried off the top of his skull. It was hot, and I loved the feel of it almost as much as the touch of divinity taking a power gave me. With a moan, my lips parted and I sucked in a deep breath as I took Mohinder’s strength and life.
Placing my hand over his face, I squeezed, and laughed when his eyes did pop out of his shattered skull. “Oops, guess I don’t know my own strength.”
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