Written for Comment_fic on LJ
"I'm a villain, Mohinder. A monster according to you." Sylar held Mohinder's hands against the headboard and licked a slow line up his spine. "And if you give me everything I want from you, then you're in bed with a monster in more ways than one."
Sylar flipped Mohinder over and so he could run his finger down his sternum, pressing harder than he needed to. "I'll kill Molly. Matt. Peter. Unless you submit to every fantasy that flickers across my twisted monstrous mind." Sylar smiled, then made a tiny motion in the air with his finger, reminding Mohinder that a telekinetic lover could press on anything he wanted to.
"I'm sure you think that makes you a hero. Nobly sacrificing yourself -- your body -- for the greater good." Sylar flipped him back again so he was bent over in front of him. He made a thousand feathers stroke Mohinder's body at the same moment as he roughly grabbed his balls.
"But if you enjoy it, if my cruelty makes you come like a rocket, doesn't that make you a monster too?"
"This is not really working for me, Sylar."
"What?" A thousand feathers dropped to the floor.
"No, the feathers are great. But the role-playing. Threatening to kill my loved ones."
"But you wanted to role-play. I'm the cruel, heartless pimp, and you're the sweet young thing I bully into the sex trade."
"Exactly. I don't think a pimp would threaten to cut open people's skulls to steal their powers."
"I would if I were a pimp."
"I'm sure that's true. But the whole point of fantasy is to escape reality."
"So?"
"So you ACTUALLY HAVE tried to kill Molly AND Matt AND Peter MULTIPLE TIMES. It's not good clean dominance-fantasy fun if you're talking about REAL things. If you're role-playing, you have to stick to pure fantasy. No reminders of why we were enemies. No threatening to kill people I care about. No REALITY. Just FANTASY!"
"That's silly, Mohinder. You can't just draw a line between our mortal-enemy relationship and our lovers-role-playing-as-mortal-enemies relationship. Things just aren't so black and white."
Mohinder pouted.
"Fine, I'll only threaten to kill Bennett. Will that make you happy?"
"Like you could kill Bennett even if you wanted to."
Sylar smiled. "You're going to pay for that comment, Mohinder," he said, pinning him against the ceiling.
"I hope so," Mohinder said with a smile.