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Title: Imperatives
Author:burningvigor
Word Count: 2,641
Rating: R
Character(s): Sylar, Spock (I think the only other character mentioned is Peter Petrelli, durr)
Pairing(s): Sylar/Spock
Summary: Spock is suffering from the effects of an M-U session, and Sylar ends up helping him with it -- though it's only in his own interest, of course.
Notes: Blame Jansen and Erin, obviously. They totally spurred me on to doing this, though I had lots of fun writing it, ngl. Also, wow, first post awww yeah. And sorry for the lack of NC-17 rating. I have this thing about writing porn for a wide audience. (It scares me.) Also, I feel kind of dirty that I'm getting an outfit for Sora out of this.
"Now, Zachary, you need to be especially nice to your roommate tonight." The nurse's voice cut through Sylar's thoughts, just as it always did when they made the long trip back to his room at the end of the day.
The last thing he wanted was to feign smiles and good behavior right now, but this was one thing he couldn't ignore. When the door had opened unexpectedly during their dinner last night, Sylar had expected they'd been coming for him. He had been here longer, had caused more problems -- he deserved to be the one that the institute had an interest in. He knew it made no sense to want to be taken, but it was less about wanting torture and more about Spock getting picked over him that bothered him.
Still, now that this had been brought up, he had to wonder just what Landel had decided to do to his twin. He made sure to plaster a look of concern on his face as he glanced at his escort. "What do you mean? Did something happen?"
The nurse sighed, looking away for a moment before she responded. Sylar didn't like that, even though he knew it was impossible to try and read these staff members. They might as well be vacant.
"He's been sick in his room all day," she eventually answered. "Please try to eat your dinner quietly, okay?" She managed a smile for him, even though he didn't require it, and then held the door open.
Sylar paused for just a split second before he walked in. What kind of damage was he going to have to see on his own body? He hated the way that he never knew how he was going to react to the Vulcan; he hated that Spock always made him hesitate like this, when he was usually so decisive, so in control.
Still, if the alien now had something wrong with him, then that should definitely put Sylar at the advantage. Without another look at his nurse, he walked through the door and shut it firmly behind him. He wasn't the coward here.
The room seemed even quieter than usual, and Sylar found his roommate seated on his bed, legs crossed and eyes closed. Was he... meditating? He shoved that fact aside for now, instead scanning Spock's body for any differences. The only thing that seemed to stand out at first glance was that he seemed tenser than usual, which didn't tell him much. Everyone was on edge after going through the institute's experimentation.
It seemed that Spock wasn't so close to... finding enlightenment or whatever that he had missed Sylar entering, though. The Vulcan glanced up slowly and found Sylar's eyes. "This may seem sudden, but for your own safety I am going to have to ask you to leave me alone."
Sylar scrambled to analyze that. For one thing, Spock definitely seemed off. There was the smallest bit of strain in his tone when Sylar had only been met with cool logic in the past, and he immediately held onto that. Yes, Spock was weakened now, and the knowledge that something could get to the alien was more of a relief than Sylar had expected.
He couldn't leave it at that, of course. He needed to know what had happened.
"What's going on with you?" he asked with narrowed eyes, drawing closer to the other man's bed.
Spock's back straightened and suddenly he was as taut as a bow string, and the look in his eyes was actually turbulent. Emotional.
If Sylar could just find this point of weakness, then it would be ammunition that he could hoard for all of their subsequent dinners together. If he just had one thing to build off of--
Still, he already knew that the Vulcan wasn't stupid, which meant that getting him to talk was going to take a lot of finesse.
"It is not my wish to bother you with it," Spock replied at length. "I will handle it myself."
Still vague, still hanging by a string. Sylar wanted to just reach out and snap whatever was holding his roommate together, since he was just on the brink; he could feel it in the air.
"Don't be like that," he said with a brief chuckle, pulling in even closer to the other's bed. It was also good to crowd someone, make them feel suffocated. He did it under the pretense of concern, of course. "I'm your roommate, aren't I? I think I deserve to know--"
"I believe I requested for you to leave me alone, Mr. Gabriel!" Spock suddenly shouted, an outpouring of emotion that felt like it could knock someone over.
Sylar found himself rooted in place as he watched the Vulcan's hands curl around a pillow, crushing the thing with what he could tell was immense strength. Spock could probably rip the thing in half if he really wanted to. But still, this was interesting. It seemed that once just a small amount of emotion was allowed to seep out, suddenly it was like the walls had broken down and everything came flooding out.
Perfect.
He had to know what had been done up in those laboratories to cause this kind of response. He needed to figure out what the doctors had been able to do, since Sylar had until now failed at provoking his roommate into any outbursts like this.
"I can't do that!" he responded, finding the strength to move again. "I know they must have done something horrible to you, and I want to help you through it. Just... let me, please." This was almost too simple. The words came out automatically, with Sylar barely having to think. If there was one thing he knew how to do and do well, it was appealing to people like this.
Spock took in and let out a deep breath. His hands were twitching, but Sylar couldn't figure out why -- only then, he was distracted by the Vulcan staring right into him, studying him up and down in a way that made him more uncomfortable than he wanted to admit. What was this? First his roommate had just wanted Sylar to leave him the hell alone, and now he was looking at him like he was a piece of steak.
But was it really hunger? He sensed no killing intent from the man, and Sylar just found himself staring back as he tried to put together the puzzle.
After heaving out another breath, Spock looked down to the pillow he was still clutching. He was quiet for a long while, and Sylar decided that the only thing he could do for now was wait.
"Perhaps... you can help me. I am not certain you will be up for the task, however." Spock lifted his gaze to Sylar again, and there was something uncertain and questioning in his eyes.
God, Sylar hated seeing something so weak on his own features, and yet he also felt some sort of triumph in it. Spock needed his help. Spock was the lesser one here.
He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the Vulcan curiously. Now, perhaps, he would get the answer. "What is it?"
For a few moments, the other man looked physically pained, but Sylar just found his impatience growing. Most people didn't like to talk about their weaknesses, least of all him, but he didn't want to stand here all night.
Finally, Spock's voice firmly sounded. "Every seven years Vulcans undergo something called pon farr. It is a biological imperative..."
Well, that was a word that Sylar was accustomed to. An imperative meant that whatever this was, it was something animal, something that Spock couldn't help. It was obviously having an effect on him if his behavior tonight was any indication, and Sylar relished in the knowledge that even his completely logical roommate could get pulled down from his pedestal sometimes.
Of course, part of him was rolling his eyes. This was more Star Trek babble, and he still found it hard to take it seriously, even though Spock was being nothing but deadly serious.
Then he realized that the Vulcan had trailed off. That was also something he didn't normally do. Couldn't he just spit it out already? "An imperative to do what?"
"To copulate," Spock responded, saying the word in a decidedly clinical way.
Sylar couldn't help it; he stared. He stared until he realized just how awkward that was, and then he looked away. So what, this was like going into heat? He had been expecting something so much more severe...
"If Vulcans do not engage in intercourse within eight days of their pon farr starting, they will perish," Spock added.
Talk about pruning down the species. Sylar was still trying to figure out how Spock had decided he could help with this, but he unfortunately already knew what the Vulcan meant.
Then again, maybe it wasn't so unfortunate. His roommate was still asking him for help when he was at his most vulnerable, and Sylar could at least get pleasure out of the sense of power that awarded him.
"So..." He said after a long pause. "Last night..."
Spock nodded. "Correct. They induced a pon farr. I had been hoping to escape it entirely due to being half human, but the institute clearly had other plans."
Normally it would have seemed like such a strange sort of torture to put someone through. Seriously, forcing him to have sex? Sylar wanted to scoff at it, but he could tell that it was a delicate subject for Vulcans, and it had obviously undermined Spock in a way that nothing else had been able to.
He needed to fish for more information. Spock basically had to give it to him at this point, and Sylar was going to milk this advantage he now had for all it was worth. "So, in your culture, is intercourse..." He cut off.
"Vulcans generally only perform such acts when it is necessary, such as for reproduction. Additionally, pon farr is considered a shameful yet unavoidable part of being a Vulcan, since it reminds all of us of the violence our species had a tendency for in the past," Spock explained, though he didn't look like he particularly wanted to spill so much. Well, that was just too bad as far as Sylar was concerned.
This wasn't going to be particularly fun for the man, then. Sylar found his enthusiasm for this increasing the more he heard. Here was a way that he could assert his dominance over his roommate, a way that he could prove that he was the stronger one. He knew that he was giving in to a biological imperative of his own with a train of thought like that, but Sylar had never been adverse to indulging the animal in him.
He had even figured out why Spock had asked him of all people, even though the Vulcan had never said it out loud. If Spock was so uncomfortable with sex, then the person who it was going to be the easiest to bear through it with was someone who was physically identical to him. No surprises that way.
Even though Sylar had never before considered doing something quite like this, it wasn't as if he had a problem with engaging in so-called "immoral" acts. Without realizing it, a wolfish grin had spread over his face.
Who would have thought he'd end up saving someone's life? Peter would have never believed it.
"All right," he finally said, and he watched with pleasure as both relief and shock overtook the Vulcan's usually stony features. "But that's on one condition."
Spock simply waited to hear the terms.
Sylar stared the Vulcan down, completely aware of the predatory look in his eyes. "I get to be--"
"That might be best," Spock cut in. Apparently he didn't want to hear whatever crude words Sylar had been about to say. "During such activities, my strength could easily get out of control. This will be less dangerous."
That was one way to try and rain on his parade. Sylar's eyes narrowed; it wasn't as if he was fragile, dammit. Still, he was going to assume that was Spock's way to make himself feel better about the submissive role he was going to be taking in all of this. When it came down to it, Sylar was the one who was going to take charge of this situation.
Not to mention Spock would forever owe him a favor after this, and Sylar was going to love that.
He started toward the Vulcan, but Spock then raised a hand to stop him.
"We must first go through the ritual of koon-ut-so'lik," he stated.
Sylar reeled at the strange words. "What is--"
"It is a proposal," Spock replied simply.
Sylar frowned harshly at him. "You can't be--"
"Believe me," Spock said with the utmost seriousness, "nothing that happens in this room will leave it. No one will hear of it."
Oh, right. Sylar had heard those words before -- out of his own mouth, even. "How am I supposed to be sure of that?"
Spock raised an eyebrow. "Because Vulcans never lie."
He said it in such a matter-of-fact way that it was hard to distrust him, and Sylar knew that he was good at reading people. Besides, with how embarrassed the guy was about his dilemma, Sylar had to admit that it seemed unlikely that he would ever go talking about it to anyone.
"Fine," he eventually agreed. "So how do we..."
"We must mindmeld," Spock explained. "Do not worry, it will have no adverse effects. It is merely a method to bond us to each other in a way that will make the copulation legitimate."
Sylar didn't much like the idea of being connected to his double any more than he already was, and he really didn't want someone digging around in his head, but that wasn't really what it had sounded like in the first place. "So you won't be... reading my mind when you do that, right?"
Spock shook his head. "Nothing of the sort, I assure you."
After some hesitation that he made sure to pass off as skepticism, Sylar headed over to where the Vulcan was seated and settled next to him. Spock's fingers came in to touch at two points on his head, and Sylar closed his eyes.
Honestly, he didn't feel much of anything, except that when Spock pulled away he was even more certain that he wanted to go through with this. He eyed the Vulcan almost possessively. "Is that it?"
Spock nodded and Sylar got sick of waiting. He was on his feet in a second and yanking up Spock in the next one. He tugged the Vulcan to his feet violently and then started pushing him toward the other bed; his bed.
His roommate looked almost bewildered when he tossed him down onto the bed, as if he was wondered if this was how all humans went about their sexual practices. Was the guy really that clueless? If anything, that naivete just made Sylar more eager, and he started to strip down.
Spock watched him with definite uncertainty, which just fueled the fire. There was no turning back now.
- - -
The next day, Sylar went to breakfast feeling battered and bruised. And he was bruised, the discolorations on his arms in the form of fingerprints making him glad that the institute provided sweatshirts. He hadn't been wrong when he'd noted how strong his roommate was.
Still, he was positive that Spock was in more pain than he was this morning, and that was enough to make him smile. In the end, he was the one who had come out on top.
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burningvigorWord Count: 2,641
Rating: R
Character(s): Sylar, Spock (I think the only other character mentioned is Peter Petrelli, durr)
Pairing(s): Sylar/Spock
Summary: Spock is suffering from the effects of an M-U session, and Sylar ends up helping him with it -- though it's only in his own interest, of course.
Notes: Blame Jansen and Erin, obviously. They totally spurred me on to doing this, though I had lots of fun writing it, ngl. Also, wow, first post awww yeah. And sorry for the lack of NC-17 rating. I have this thing about writing porn for a wide audience. (It scares me.) Also, I feel kind of dirty that I'm getting an outfit for Sora out of this.
"Now, Zachary, you need to be especially nice to your roommate tonight." The nurse's voice cut through Sylar's thoughts, just as it always did when they made the long trip back to his room at the end of the day.
The last thing he wanted was to feign smiles and good behavior right now, but this was one thing he couldn't ignore. When the door had opened unexpectedly during their dinner last night, Sylar had expected they'd been coming for him. He had been here longer, had caused more problems -- he deserved to be the one that the institute had an interest in. He knew it made no sense to want to be taken, but it was less about wanting torture and more about Spock getting picked over him that bothered him.
Still, now that this had been brought up, he had to wonder just what Landel had decided to do to his twin. He made sure to plaster a look of concern on his face as he glanced at his escort. "What do you mean? Did something happen?"
The nurse sighed, looking away for a moment before she responded. Sylar didn't like that, even though he knew it was impossible to try and read these staff members. They might as well be vacant.
"He's been sick in his room all day," she eventually answered. "Please try to eat your dinner quietly, okay?" She managed a smile for him, even though he didn't require it, and then held the door open.
Sylar paused for just a split second before he walked in. What kind of damage was he going to have to see on his own body? He hated the way that he never knew how he was going to react to the Vulcan; he hated that Spock always made him hesitate like this, when he was usually so decisive, so in control.
Still, if the alien now had something wrong with him, then that should definitely put Sylar at the advantage. Without another look at his nurse, he walked through the door and shut it firmly behind him. He wasn't the coward here.
The room seemed even quieter than usual, and Sylar found his roommate seated on his bed, legs crossed and eyes closed. Was he... meditating? He shoved that fact aside for now, instead scanning Spock's body for any differences. The only thing that seemed to stand out at first glance was that he seemed tenser than usual, which didn't tell him much. Everyone was on edge after going through the institute's experimentation.
It seemed that Spock wasn't so close to... finding enlightenment or whatever that he had missed Sylar entering, though. The Vulcan glanced up slowly and found Sylar's eyes. "This may seem sudden, but for your own safety I am going to have to ask you to leave me alone."
Sylar scrambled to analyze that. For one thing, Spock definitely seemed off. There was the smallest bit of strain in his tone when Sylar had only been met with cool logic in the past, and he immediately held onto that. Yes, Spock was weakened now, and the knowledge that something could get to the alien was more of a relief than Sylar had expected.
He couldn't leave it at that, of course. He needed to know what had happened.
"What's going on with you?" he asked with narrowed eyes, drawing closer to the other man's bed.
Spock's back straightened and suddenly he was as taut as a bow string, and the look in his eyes was actually turbulent. Emotional.
If Sylar could just find this point of weakness, then it would be ammunition that he could hoard for all of their subsequent dinners together. If he just had one thing to build off of--
Still, he already knew that the Vulcan wasn't stupid, which meant that getting him to talk was going to take a lot of finesse.
"It is not my wish to bother you with it," Spock replied at length. "I will handle it myself."
Still vague, still hanging by a string. Sylar wanted to just reach out and snap whatever was holding his roommate together, since he was just on the brink; he could feel it in the air.
"Don't be like that," he said with a brief chuckle, pulling in even closer to the other's bed. It was also good to crowd someone, make them feel suffocated. He did it under the pretense of concern, of course. "I'm your roommate, aren't I? I think I deserve to know--"
"I believe I requested for you to leave me alone, Mr. Gabriel!" Spock suddenly shouted, an outpouring of emotion that felt like it could knock someone over.
Sylar found himself rooted in place as he watched the Vulcan's hands curl around a pillow, crushing the thing with what he could tell was immense strength. Spock could probably rip the thing in half if he really wanted to. But still, this was interesting. It seemed that once just a small amount of emotion was allowed to seep out, suddenly it was like the walls had broken down and everything came flooding out.
Perfect.
He had to know what had been done up in those laboratories to cause this kind of response. He needed to figure out what the doctors had been able to do, since Sylar had until now failed at provoking his roommate into any outbursts like this.
"I can't do that!" he responded, finding the strength to move again. "I know they must have done something horrible to you, and I want to help you through it. Just... let me, please." This was almost too simple. The words came out automatically, with Sylar barely having to think. If there was one thing he knew how to do and do well, it was appealing to people like this.
Spock took in and let out a deep breath. His hands were twitching, but Sylar couldn't figure out why -- only then, he was distracted by the Vulcan staring right into him, studying him up and down in a way that made him more uncomfortable than he wanted to admit. What was this? First his roommate had just wanted Sylar to leave him the hell alone, and now he was looking at him like he was a piece of steak.
But was it really hunger? He sensed no killing intent from the man, and Sylar just found himself staring back as he tried to put together the puzzle.
After heaving out another breath, Spock looked down to the pillow he was still clutching. He was quiet for a long while, and Sylar decided that the only thing he could do for now was wait.
"Perhaps... you can help me. I am not certain you will be up for the task, however." Spock lifted his gaze to Sylar again, and there was something uncertain and questioning in his eyes.
God, Sylar hated seeing something so weak on his own features, and yet he also felt some sort of triumph in it. Spock needed his help. Spock was the lesser one here.
He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the Vulcan curiously. Now, perhaps, he would get the answer. "What is it?"
For a few moments, the other man looked physically pained, but Sylar just found his impatience growing. Most people didn't like to talk about their weaknesses, least of all him, but he didn't want to stand here all night.
Finally, Spock's voice firmly sounded. "Every seven years Vulcans undergo something called pon farr. It is a biological imperative..."
Well, that was a word that Sylar was accustomed to. An imperative meant that whatever this was, it was something animal, something that Spock couldn't help. It was obviously having an effect on him if his behavior tonight was any indication, and Sylar relished in the knowledge that even his completely logical roommate could get pulled down from his pedestal sometimes.
Of course, part of him was rolling his eyes. This was more Star Trek babble, and he still found it hard to take it seriously, even though Spock was being nothing but deadly serious.
Then he realized that the Vulcan had trailed off. That was also something he didn't normally do. Couldn't he just spit it out already? "An imperative to do what?"
"To copulate," Spock responded, saying the word in a decidedly clinical way.
Sylar couldn't help it; he stared. He stared until he realized just how awkward that was, and then he looked away. So what, this was like going into heat? He had been expecting something so much more severe...
"If Vulcans do not engage in intercourse within eight days of their pon farr starting, they will perish," Spock added.
Talk about pruning down the species. Sylar was still trying to figure out how Spock had decided he could help with this, but he unfortunately already knew what the Vulcan meant.
Then again, maybe it wasn't so unfortunate. His roommate was still asking him for help when he was at his most vulnerable, and Sylar could at least get pleasure out of the sense of power that awarded him.
"So..." He said after a long pause. "Last night..."
Spock nodded. "Correct. They induced a pon farr. I had been hoping to escape it entirely due to being half human, but the institute clearly had other plans."
Normally it would have seemed like such a strange sort of torture to put someone through. Seriously, forcing him to have sex? Sylar wanted to scoff at it, but he could tell that it was a delicate subject for Vulcans, and it had obviously undermined Spock in a way that nothing else had been able to.
He needed to fish for more information. Spock basically had to give it to him at this point, and Sylar was going to milk this advantage he now had for all it was worth. "So, in your culture, is intercourse..." He cut off.
"Vulcans generally only perform such acts when it is necessary, such as for reproduction. Additionally, pon farr is considered a shameful yet unavoidable part of being a Vulcan, since it reminds all of us of the violence our species had a tendency for in the past," Spock explained, though he didn't look like he particularly wanted to spill so much. Well, that was just too bad as far as Sylar was concerned.
This wasn't going to be particularly fun for the man, then. Sylar found his enthusiasm for this increasing the more he heard. Here was a way that he could assert his dominance over his roommate, a way that he could prove that he was the stronger one. He knew that he was giving in to a biological imperative of his own with a train of thought like that, but Sylar had never been adverse to indulging the animal in him.
He had even figured out why Spock had asked him of all people, even though the Vulcan had never said it out loud. If Spock was so uncomfortable with sex, then the person who it was going to be the easiest to bear through it with was someone who was physically identical to him. No surprises that way.
Even though Sylar had never before considered doing something quite like this, it wasn't as if he had a problem with engaging in so-called "immoral" acts. Without realizing it, a wolfish grin had spread over his face.
Who would have thought he'd end up saving someone's life? Peter would have never believed it.
"All right," he finally said, and he watched with pleasure as both relief and shock overtook the Vulcan's usually stony features. "But that's on one condition."
Spock simply waited to hear the terms.
Sylar stared the Vulcan down, completely aware of the predatory look in his eyes. "I get to be--"
"That might be best," Spock cut in. Apparently he didn't want to hear whatever crude words Sylar had been about to say. "During such activities, my strength could easily get out of control. This will be less dangerous."
That was one way to try and rain on his parade. Sylar's eyes narrowed; it wasn't as if he was fragile, dammit. Still, he was going to assume that was Spock's way to make himself feel better about the submissive role he was going to be taking in all of this. When it came down to it, Sylar was the one who was going to take charge of this situation.
Not to mention Spock would forever owe him a favor after this, and Sylar was going to love that.
He started toward the Vulcan, but Spock then raised a hand to stop him.
"We must first go through the ritual of koon-ut-so'lik," he stated.
Sylar reeled at the strange words. "What is--"
"It is a proposal," Spock replied simply.
Sylar frowned harshly at him. "You can't be--"
"Believe me," Spock said with the utmost seriousness, "nothing that happens in this room will leave it. No one will hear of it."
Oh, right. Sylar had heard those words before -- out of his own mouth, even. "How am I supposed to be sure of that?"
Spock raised an eyebrow. "Because Vulcans never lie."
He said it in such a matter-of-fact way that it was hard to distrust him, and Sylar knew that he was good at reading people. Besides, with how embarrassed the guy was about his dilemma, Sylar had to admit that it seemed unlikely that he would ever go talking about it to anyone.
"Fine," he eventually agreed. "So how do we..."
"We must mindmeld," Spock explained. "Do not worry, it will have no adverse effects. It is merely a method to bond us to each other in a way that will make the copulation legitimate."
Sylar didn't much like the idea of being connected to his double any more than he already was, and he really didn't want someone digging around in his head, but that wasn't really what it had sounded like in the first place. "So you won't be... reading my mind when you do that, right?"
Spock shook his head. "Nothing of the sort, I assure you."
After some hesitation that he made sure to pass off as skepticism, Sylar headed over to where the Vulcan was seated and settled next to him. Spock's fingers came in to touch at two points on his head, and Sylar closed his eyes.
Honestly, he didn't feel much of anything, except that when Spock pulled away he was even more certain that he wanted to go through with this. He eyed the Vulcan almost possessively. "Is that it?"
Spock nodded and Sylar got sick of waiting. He was on his feet in a second and yanking up Spock in the next one. He tugged the Vulcan to his feet violently and then started pushing him toward the other bed; his bed.
His roommate looked almost bewildered when he tossed him down onto the bed, as if he was wondered if this was how all humans went about their sexual practices. Was the guy really that clueless? If anything, that naivete just made Sylar more eager, and he started to strip down.
Spock watched him with definite uncertainty, which just fueled the fire. There was no turning back now.
- - -
The next day, Sylar went to breakfast feeling battered and bruised. And he was bruised, the discolorations on his arms in the form of fingerprints making him glad that the institute provided sweatshirts. He hadn't been wrong when he'd noted how strong his roommate was.
Still, he was positive that Spock was in more pain than he was this morning, and that was enough to make him smile. In the end, he was the one who had come out on top.
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I loved all the little touches you put in about Sylar's reactions and little thoughts, and stuff like Sylar taking Spock to his bed really made it come to life and made him feel just like the schoolyard competition serial killer he is. And of course Spock being so... SPOCK and explaining himself so slowly after his outburst and warning Sylar away, and Sylar all POUNCING ON HIS WEAKNESS and and and I just... loved it. Like, there was stuff in there where I was like "HEY I HADN'T CONSIDERED THAT" and just omg. ;;
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ILU THANK YOU
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I'm so glad that I decided to do it from Sylar's POV. At first I wasn't sure how well I'd be able to write him, especially since you're so awesome, but he actually came out really well -- I was shocked! But yeah, there's no way I can tackle Spock's thought processes nearly as well as Jansen, so I went with Sylar since I'm way more comfortable with him as a character. 8D AND YES, HIM DRAGGING HIM TO THE BED AND SHOVING HIM ALONG. I totally pulled from his interactions with Mohinder for that. (What does that say.) But I'm glad that it was some kind of weird eye-opener and that you enjoyed it so much. ♥ AND HOLY CRAP, THAT STRING OF HEARTS IS EPIC. THANK YOU. |D
... Wow, tl;dr much? You can see how much I enjoyed writing this.
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But ffffffff seconding the love of Sylar pouncing all over his weakness and Spock being all 8| and just the general win here. ♥
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Thanks so much! I'm glad you liked it. ♥
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♥!! a;lskdjf;la you wat. XD STALKER. *JAMES BOND ESCAPE VIA HELICOPTER*
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE *locks self in the centre of an Egyptian pyramid
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...Otherwise, whoa, great job. I never saw it before, and now I can't stop seeing it. XD And agreeing with Erin on the super good characterization on both sides. =D
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You'll never look at one of their threads the same way! 8D But thanks! I'm so glad you enjoyed.
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Slightly less coherent answer: QUINTOCEST. BEAUTIFUL.
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INORITE. WHY SO HOT. If Zach knew, I wonder what he'd do. :(
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ALSO, I liked the inclusion of the koon-ut-so'lik thing and how you went about it. It seemed fitting that something so important would go by quick for someone who didn't really understand it that well.
And did I mention how believable this is? Seriously, if Spock went through pon farr in-game, I could easily see something like this happening, LOL. Now I keep wondering about what kinds of long-term consequences all of this would have, hahah.
Anyway, thanks so much for writing this and sharing it! It was fantastic! 8D ...I'd put a bunch of hearts, but I think Erin's heart chain wins by default.
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AWW, YOU'RE SO SWEET. fjdaifoea three times, what. But yeah, it was fun to take that idea and then show how it would suddenly make Sylar 100% for jumping into bed with his Vulcan double when he never would have considered it before. Yeah, from Sylar's POV definitely seems better since Spock tends to explain himself pretty clearly, even though he obviously has more complicated emotions going on under all of that. And yes, thinking back to Amok Time definitely helped me with how to describe the way he should act. BUT... I KNOW, POOR SPOCK. At least this way he gets to keep it a secret? 8( Even though Sylar will hold it over his head forever?
Yeah, I wasn't sure if I should put it in, but then I thought about how it would come out and decided I shouldn't just ignore it... Plus, stickler for details. :| (Plus I wanted the line about Vulcans never lying.) And haha, you're right about it just not meaning much to Sylar since he's only in it for himself. Marriage of convenience, amirite. u_u
I'M GLAD TO HEAR THAT. I knew it was an idea you wanted to try out but couldn't, so I thought a fic would be the perfect way to look at it. 8D And yeah, awkward dinners would follow this!
You're very welcome, and thanks so much for the wonderful comment!
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(Poor Sora, not even your outfit is sacred anymore T___T .....XD)
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(I know, right? I'm such a terrible mun...)
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(His balloon pants will never be the same again. ;; )
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(Nor his oversized shoes. D:)
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Nicely done though! Reminds me that I need to finish mine sooner or later...
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Thank you. u_u And good luck with yours!
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"That might be best," Spock cut in. Apparently he didn't want to hear whatever crude words Sylar had been about to say. "During such activities, my strength could easily get out of control. This will be less dangerous."
It's like oooh burn, Spock-style.
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AND YEAH, WOW, he shot him down in the worst way. But that's how Spock rolls.