The darkness started to fade from his eyes, blurred shapes and colors were slowly starting to come into focus. He could feel everything now, pain, pressure, the warmth of another upon him. Even if he had experienced four hundred years worth of some of the most horrendous tortures known to man it was the pain he felt right then and there that made him feel truely alive. Sweet breath entered his lungs again his lips parting to take in the wonderful oxygen. Blue eyes gazed into dark ones as he stared upward at the beautifully sculpted figure upon him. The other man’s lips curled into a grin revealing sharp white teeth.
“The struggle was rather bitter this time around, don’t you think Monroe?” The lithe blonde figure struggled to sit up straight beneath him. Sylar smiled when he saw the realization of futility in the immortal’s eyes yet Adam gave him a look with his lips spreading into a thin blade like smile.
“Hand cuffs?” He mused looking up at his hands which were bound to the headboard of the bed. “I didn’t honestly think you the type.”
“It’s a precaution, only so you don’t…” the serial killer trailed off running his fingers over a few scratches and shallow lacerations suffered in their struggle for dominance. How he relished in his victories over the immortal, there were no powers involved, only instinctive lust. Tooth and nail met soft flesh, muscle met muscle in the primal battle for control the carnal ritual enough to excite the both of them. Sylar had triumphed this round, even if he could heal Adam was relatively easy to subdue this time around despite the fact he left a few noticeable ‘love marks’ upon the killer’s body.
“It’s almost amusing,” He sneered, “I get the feeling that you may have let me win this time.” Adam simply laughed, a laugh of condescending sarcasm
“Is that so? Did that occur to you before or after you smothered me against the bed?” He made eye contact with the taller man, that smile still plastered on his face. “ I should have known that you would try to use such dirty underhanded tac-“
The blonde was cut off by a vicious kiss from the taller man, their teeth clicking together as both struggled to gain the upper hand. Sylar felt warm blood surge into his mouth as Adam’s teeth clamped down on his lower lip. He released him once the darker haired man pulled back so as not to tear his lip.
“You bitch!” He snarled lashing out and slapping the immortal across the face. Yet Adam only continued to smile, the right side of his cheek stinging and red from the blow.
“Does it make you feel powerful to strike at those who have little to no chance of fighting back?” He questioned. “I am already tied down, helpless and completely at your mercy.”
“You bit me.” Sylar answered flatly.
“I was only trying to make things interesting.” The immortal laughed looking him in the eye. “But you still didn’t answer my question.”
“Why do you care?”
“Isn’t that how you handle your victims? You render them helpless, hold them in place through your telekinetic power so they have no chance of fleeing or retaliating and then you…” He trailed off studying the other’s reactions.
“Get to your point Monroe.” The killer growled. Adam shrugged his arms raising his brows a little.
“It just sounds a little boring, where’s the thrill of the hunt? You should be more-“ The immortal curled one of his slender legs around Sylar’s waist pulling him closer to him. “Innovative.”
The power thief leaned over him placing his hands on either side of the blonde as he came close. Adam lifted his head slightly, noses almost touching as he could feel Sylar’s hot breath tingle against his face.
“I’m open for suggestions.”
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st_xi_kink meme with the prompt "Nero/Chekov, Noncon. In the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time" 