gonna watch Heroes. Again.
Why do you people keep liking this? This isn’t even funny.
gonna watch Heroes. Again.
Why do you people keep liking this? This isn’t even funny.
"I already have two clones spreading out and blocking off any entry points and hiding spots Star Fleet could use as an advantage, sir." The commander reported, indeed having no plans on leaving Khan alone under such situations.
He’d be damned if Khan would ever be harmed again after failing everyone last time.
Staying behind his captain-more so because it made him feel better, but always made it seem like he was just overly protective in a new place. “How much time has passed since last together and able to be called ‘free’?”
The commander asked, though never having been ‘free’ himself-less so since a chip forces him to follow every command his Captain gives-but he only feels so content when in Khan’s preciseness.
Looking out over the area, he found himself relaxing at the knowledge that Sylar had secured the area. He had missed the sense of security that came along with the presence of his commander. They’d made an impeccably efficient team, and now they had the opportunity to reestablish some of what they had lost. Even if it would take time to make an empire, it would be a swift recovery process.
"Too long," he noted with sincerity. "Too long have we all been led astray. Forced down paths which do not suit our resources or our dignity, we went into hiding, forgetting what freedom felt like. What it meant." He looked back to Sylar over his shoulder, finding it a surprising but wonderful turn to have the man at his side.
"It’s funny, how we let slip things that we enjoy when we’re pressed into those closed spaces. We forget what brings air into the void, hope to desolation."
A shiver ran down his spine as that deep voice uttered ‘pressed into closed spaces’; Delicious images going through his mind that caused his eyes to shut. Sometimes Sylar wondered if his captain did such things on purpose just to set him off.
"I’m not going to let them take it away again, sir. They will suffer for what was done to you."
Only Khan could bring such a smile and possessive look, the commander never having had someone to understand and accept him before like his captain did. But he kept his infatuations to himself, always giving Khan the respect of driving their relationship to make him comfortable. If he needed a friend, Sylar was one. If he needed a brother or guardian or father-Sylar was that. If one day Khan wanted a lover, Sylar would gladly be one.
"Do you need rest, sir?"
His body was nearly shaking with strain as so much repressed emotions from the days where he and Khan were dancing around each other before being frozen-but not even The Hunger could allow him to hurt her in the less fun ways. They had said Sylar had ways and rituals that the others wouldn’t ever have; Being the first augment created and survived left even himself in the dark on what may occur. The serial killer didn’t have lovers and thrown in a position where the outcome of him falling for Khan was inevitable.
But never to such a degree the half-augment has cultivated over the years. Part of his captain in her DNA and mind perfectly fit to his own-Oh God! Sylar connected to her instantly when a baby and had become what she needed over the years. Denying her constant advances as Sherlock and Khan would hardly agree over the psychopathic commander fucking their daughter. But to an extent-his Hunger had never stopped pulsating and screaming for him to protect.Teach.And soon even claim Kaehi this being.
For a lack of better words, it seems he had found a worthy mate-as Khan had found his own with the human.
Each noise Kaehi made only drew him deeper in his frenzy-tongue laving the tender skin of her neck before scarping his teeth lightly and repeating. “So many in her your skin. Too many.” Another growled statement, able to see everyone who had ever touched her driving him that much deeper in the primitive side that was increased due to experiments when triggered.
"They can’t have you. I won’t let them." Pressing her body closer against his bare torso as a underlying purr from an animal set of vocal chords rumbled like a panther when bringing their lips together once more. Had moving from her hair and down the line of her spine and back up. "Mine." He growled again in her mouth before nipping her bottom lip.
Of course her fathers would be angry. Furious in fact. But it wouldn’t be the first time she had done something against their word. It was the reason she left so young. She found home life was doing nothing for her, and even though she would not see Sylar as often— she had to think of herself, not anyone else… that was weakness, and she didn’t want to seem weak, even in her own eyes. That was something Sylar had taught her without words. He had been alone for so long, and it made him stronger, not having to care or worry for another being. That was what her parents weak in her own eyes. They cared so much… though they didn’t often show it in front of her.
She had mounds of affection given to her throughout her life. As a child all she had to do was ask and she usually got what she wanted, which was never so much than a trip to one of the massive ships her father and Sylar had, or even to go scout out for cases her other father was in the process of. She was a good, obedient child too, so there was never trouble— unless she decided to give into curiosity and run off. She was a master at getting lost. But to her, it wasn’t getting lost at all. It was adventure.
Sylar permitted that adventure more than her parents, which left her wanting his presence more, until creating an emotional bond with him. It had been childish then, but now… Well, now it was much more grown up.
Her breath hitched in her throat, finger nails of one hand almost violently, but slowly scratched down his bare chest. The heat from his previous shower was making her sweat, not to mention the rapid beating of her heart, causing blood to pulse through her heating body. “What about you?” She whispered lowly, “How many have temporarily possessed your skin? Am I just one more?” Her fingers wrapped around as much of his neck as she could, but left it soft there, not applying much pressure.
Her legs moved tighter at his sides, one hand dropping to the hem of the skirt she had been wearing to push it up, allowing her more freedom. She needed it off, and soon. She wanted to make something clear to him— her hand coming up to cup his jaw, giving him another lingering kiss before pulling back to look at him. “I am not something you own.” She hissed, her expression remained rather calm and wanting, but her tone was thick and rather strict. “I must have as much freedom as you.” She demanded in a quiet tone. “If you don’t obey my simple wishes then I will leave.” Like when she was younger, she would not demand too much of him, merely what anyone deserved. One might call it sentiment but she would deny anything close to it, at least for now.
After gazing at him for a bit longer she leaned back in to kiss him hungrily, hips weighted on his own. Her hands moved to the plain blouse, unbuttoning it quickly to peel it from her arms and let it fall to the floor, arms then wound back around his neck, pulling their chests closer.
The hairs at the back of his neck prickled as a small noise escaped him when nails tore down his chest in blissful pain. The red marks left behind healed almost instantly though, and a whine left his throat when those addictive lips were gone and a hand was around his throat.
Sylar said nothing-couldn’t really as she gave him no room to what with kissing him once more and than taking off her top. He had sex with only three others, and the last time was centuries ago. Though Kaehi was right in a way, he still had no plans on allowing another man to touch what was rightfully his; Be it he will shapeshift and follow her or kill before someone had the chance to touch her.
Sylar did not enjoy sharing.
Groaning at the sensation of her arms around his neck and their bare chests pressed together, his mouth made a trail along her jaw and down her neck as his hands slowly slide up silky legs until fingers hooked around her panties. Telekinesis undid the annoying skirt, it falling to the floor next to her blouse, grinding up into her to have any sort of friction against his near aching hard-on she sat upon almost perfectly.
Teleporting then to the middle of the bed-her still sitting on top of him as no one had ever been sol bold before to top him before, and it oddly felt good to be under her ministrations- his mouth moved down to one breast, tongue and teeth teasing a nipple as his hands sent a small shock to excite her nerves all the more.
Oh, how he planned on giving her the best fuck of her life- any other encounter being ruined anyhow in comparison. She was not going to want anyone else but him in the end, which is how he felt it should be. Little could he see just how wrapped around her finger he really had become.
That moment when you run across your old accounts
On a far off bench at a out of the way park taking up the whole of the seat with long arms splayed out.
”Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s rude to stare?”
Level 5 only held the most sinister and intelligent patients- It being built after Noah Bennet was out in charge of Sylar’s capture(again). Finding others like the Haitian with the ability to block others abilities and/or (unlike telepath’s) literally alter someone’s mind permanently.
Three years later and a cheap trick, the rouge group Bennet gathered finally took down the evolved human, but with Primatech and Building 26 both destroyed, they added level 5 to a asylum in England so there would be less of a chance for someone to break him out.
Even with his room made out of cement infused with diamonds and a element that was created just for this purpose-it’s components able to block Sylar’s abilities-They had kept him in a drug induced coma which worked better then anything else in the past. But, just like before, the serial killer was able to overpower the drug and tear the tube from his nose. Thankfully his abilities didn’t work outside his body.
So, immortal and trapped in a asylum so close to freedom from the only room in the universe that can hold him, Sylar waited in silence which never ceased to scare everyone. He had never been one to try and escape before-not unless he knew he had a chance but never needing a second chance-but the fact the psychopath didn’t bother manipulating or playing with the people who gave him food everyday. Not even when Noah came by to assure Sylar was truly captured did he utter a syllable.
Oh, how that terrified the great Noah Bennet enough to give him nightmares every now and then.
Time went on and the asylum grew, apparently not even trusting criminals to be in the same room as Sylar. So when the door opened, Sylar looked up at the wall he face in curiosity as they didn’t even open it to feed him-using a slot under the door instead.
The door closed almost instantly afterwards-the orderly shivering as she nearly ran in the opposite direction from the two men. Standing slowly and turning, he gave a slow smirk when seeing the man they put in wasn’t even someone assuring he had been trapped-but a patient.
"Well….This is interesting." Voice deep and luring as if he hadn’t spent years not speaking a word, Sylar knew this had to be a very dangerous criminal. Obviously not a Special as everyone knew even Sylar would find a way to kill and steal an ability, but someone as unstoppable and insane as the serial killer. Everything in his body was thrumming with possibilities and plans. Oh, how stupid to trust the fact Sylar would not somehow use this to his advantage.
“What flavor of crazy are you and what did you do to deserve being put in with me?”
When Richard noted that his hands were feeling sticky, wet and coloured red, and that he was no longer in his kitchen, but in a dark alleyway sitting on a corpse, he knew he was going to end up in one of two places; a prison, or an asylum.
Thankfully, it was the latter. Maybe it was the way he rushed into the police station with hands drenched in blood, eyes wide and fearful, looking as if he was the one that had almost been murdered. Maybe it was the way wanted to go personally to the relatives of his victim’s homes and apologies for the atrocity he had committed. Maybe it was all the prescription medication they had found in his flat. In any case, he had inadvertently convinced them and the court that he apparently wasn’t sane enough to be put in a standard prison.
It didn’t seem like too bad of a result, in the end. Richard didn’t have any friends, he wasn’t going to leave anyone. In some ways, he was just moving, starting a new life somewhere else surrounded by people like him. He wasn’t sure if the fact was supposed to be comforting or not.
The court session was as brief as he needed to be, and it wasn’t long before he found himself at the back of a van with handcuffs and a strange new uniform that felt as if he were wearing plastic. The guards around him were relaxed, knowing in this state— this personality, he wouldn’t mean any harm.
After that, everything moved quickly, and before he knew it, he found himself in a cold room with someone else. Someone he supposed was a patient, but something about this man made Richard shrink away with caution and discomfort after the direct question was asked.
"I—" his own voice was soft, higher-pitched and dry from minimal speaking. "I just—" the guilt was washing over him so quickly it was disorienting, and he shook his head as he backed away to the door. "I didn’t—"
Intuitive aptitude already let Sylar understand the man foolishly tossed in his cell. The fact they put two criminals with personality disorders was enough to irk him, but the crying and denial was just not going to do. Not if they were going to be roomies for the rest of the others natural born life since he’s obviously not immortal unlike Sylar.
"Obviously the more you react to it, the more your-probably more fun-personality will be able to take over. Get over the fact you killed someone or let the other you come out and play. I’ve been waiting too long for such an opportunity to let any personality get in the way of my escape."
The look in the others eyes was staggeringly similar to ‘Gabriel’ when he killed for the first time. And second and third. Though hardly at the level this man was as he had literally no control over himself- ‘Gabriel’ side of him pitied the shorter man.
"And though I usually enjoy the whole ‘people fearing me’ thing, I don’t have a need to kill you and have better things to do than torture or maim. My name is Sylar, and you must have been someone quite terrible if they had no other choice but to put you in here with me."
Until able to come up with a way to use/work with this man to escape this stupid cell so he can use his abilities once more; Might as well delve into the first interesting thing that’s happened to him in over a decade. Maybe even train the man or find a way to keep his second personality as the base.
Either way, Sylar was sick of being bored and they had finally given him a playmate.
“Father, dad, back from schoo-“
“They left for that mission a few days early, darling.”
“Wha-Why are you…. In my room?”
“Oh, that would be the thing question, wouldn’t it? Enjoying the view?”
”Fuck it’s cold.”
"Makes eating ice cream easier."
I made a thing because of reasons