"Is this really necessary?"
Luke was sitting on a desk in the hotel room him and Sylar were staying at. He wasn't dressed in his usual attire, nor was the man standing in front of him. Luke was wearing a black blouse that cut low so his chest was showing. He had on a pair of black legwarmers that clashed with the bright pink, frilly skirt that stopped right before it reached his knees. There were a few hair clips and bows in his hair that were the same color pink as his skirt.
"I can't believe you got me to do this." He muttered.
Sylar stood in front of Luke. Luke wouldn't have done this-well, he would have, but he wouldn't admit that to the other man-if he couldn't get Sylar to dress up as he wanted. The older man was dressed in a sharp Armani suit. If Luke had to dress up like a school girl, then Sylar had to be a headmaster.
"Shut up. You're lucky I didn't make you shave you're legs."
"I know," Luke shifted uncomfortably on the desk. "But the girls underwear you made me put on is uncomfortable."
Sylar placed his hands on Luke's knees, slowly moving them higher until they were under the boy's skirt, resting on his thighs.
"You'll be out of them soon enough."