Knowing the guy was coming, Sylar moved further into the kitchen, backpedaling silently until his legs touched the stove, then following the counter top around until it ended in the corner near the door. He stood there, unmoving save for a faint wince as the lights came on and his eyes adjusted, and watched as the guy started rooting through the cupboards for a glass, then moved to put himself between the door and their mark, blocking his exit. He couldn't help but grin when the other man turned back and dropped his glass in surprise, the heat of his arousal sudden running cold.
"What the fu -- "
He held up a hand, fingers curling in dead space, and he choked on his words, his hands flying to his throat to claw there, trying to reclaim his breath. Sylar watched him for a moment, huffing out a sigh of a laugh, then flattened his palm in mid-air, pushing him back against the refrigerator hard, pinning him there, the collection of junk on top of it rattling in protest. He didn't start cutting immediately, though, instead glancing lazily over his shoulder, half-expecting Claire to come and watch.
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Date: 2011-01-23 11:04 pm (UTC)"What the fu -- "
He held up a hand, fingers curling in dead space, and he choked on his words, his hands flying to his throat to claw there, trying to reclaim his breath. Sylar watched him for a moment, huffing out a sigh of a laugh, then flattened his palm in mid-air, pushing him back against the refrigerator hard, pinning him there, the collection of junk on top of it rattling in protest. He didn't start cutting immediately, though, instead glancing lazily over his shoulder, half-expecting Claire to come and watch.