That seemed to be all the reassurance Sylar needed. Fisting his hand in the fabric of Adam's shirt, he pulled the other man close hard, their chests coming together jarringly. His lips were sudden hard on his, wanting and needing, desperate and angry.
Why hadn't he told him it was going to be like this? Why hadn't he warned him that everything he loved, he'd have to leave behind? Could he fix it? Make the cold that had fenced in his heart go away? Was this plan all along? He didn't know. And as he traced his teeth roughly over Adam's lower lip, he decided that right now, he didn't care.
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Date: 2008-09-11 02:21 am (UTC)Why hadn't he told him it was going to be like this? Why hadn't he warned him that everything he loved, he'd have to leave behind? Could he fix it? Make the cold that had fenced in his heart go away? Was this plan all along? He didn't know. And as he traced his teeth roughly over Adam's lower lip, he decided that right now, he didn't care.