Sylar/Mohinder. Sylar isn't always easy to read. Set in the missing scene of 1x18.
There are no knives, no needles, no instruments of torture brute or otherwise; it's all hands and fingers and his mind, and later, it's his teeth.
I stand immobile, like a mouse frozen in fear at one glance from a cobra, canines biting into my shoulder. It seems to me that there can't be any place on my body where he hasn't already broken skin and drawn blood, but he continuously manages to find them and every time he does my breath hitches in my throat, blood from my nose smearing my lips and filling my mouth with sickening taste of metal.
He pulls back, eyes running over my chest, and digs his fingers into the open wound he cut earlier from above my heart across my ribcage. I open my mouth to scream, but only a choked cough escapes. He leans closer again and our eyes meet fleetingly, and there is a flicker in his eyes of something I wish I didn't recognize; he bites me, just below my open mouth, and the air that brushes against my bruised skin feels almost like a sigh.
I finally realize, with a certainty that brings nausea, that he is kissing me.