I'm Going To Break You: Part 2 (Mylar slash fanfic, revised)

[aunt_zelda]

Ok, so, there were some issues last time with Sylar spinal tapping Mohinder and not being a trained doctor: so here's the revised version:

Title: I’m Going to Break You: Part 2

Rating: Probably R

Genre: Angsty, nasty stuff

Warnings: Torture, sick ‘romance,’ Sylar at his worst 

Summary: Last chapter Sylar showed up at Mohinder’s apartment and, after some bickering and unwanted (or is it?) kissing, Sylar forced Mohinder into bed with him.

 

Mohinder awoke, fully dressed, duct-taped to a chair. Both were strange, because, as he recalled, he hadn't fallen asleep either.

“I thought it was time for a little payback,” Sylar was sitting in front of him, a horrible grin on his face. “You know, eye for an eye kinda thing,” he reached out and touched Mohinder's forehead, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration. When he drew back his hand, Mohinder felt as thought someone had turned up the volume in the apartment. Was that really his heartbeat? It was so loud. The other, rapidly beating one must be Sylar's.

A large truck rumbled by, and Mohinder cringed.

Sylar smiled. “Found a guy who could transfer abilities to others, like that empath's opposite,”

“I thought you were Peter's opposite,” Mohinder gasped, trying to fight the oncoming headache.

Sylar rolled his eyes. “Like that pathetically faulty emo boy could even hope to match me. He's too easy, hardly worth my time,” he paused. “Don't get me wrong, I'm still going after him, I just have more important things to get to first.”

“I'm more important than Peter,” Mohinder said, the traffic outside like a roaring waterfall. “Should I be flattered or terrified?”

“Both,” Sylar leaned forward, trailing his lips down Mohinder's face, his hands in Mohinder's hair. His heartbeat boomed in Mohinder's ears, fast and excited. Mohinder's own heartbeat was going a hundred miles a second with fear.

Sylar broke away, grinning, and pulled a tuning fork out of his pocket. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to find one of these damn things? Took me forever,” he banged it against the table. “Still,” he yelled, slowly bringing it towards Mohinder's ear, “this is definitely worth it,”

Mohinder could hardly hear anything but the horrible drone of the fork. Heartbeats, the traffic outside, even Sylar's yells, nothing came close to this.

He didn't even try to hold back the screams. The thought never occurred to him. Had there ever been anything so loud and painful before?

Sylar pulled it away. Mohinder was panting, relieved to hear the shrillness of the cars outside.

“God,” Mohinder gasped. “I never though, I never imagined ...”

“That it could hurt so much?” Sylar raised his eyebrows. “I find that hard to believe, doctor. Getting me to confess my true identify was important to you: you had to hear it from my own mouth. Granted, you could only achieve such an answer when I was drugged and tortured, but that didn't matter to you,” he hit the fork against the table again and shoved it next to Mohinder's other ear. “Admit it!” he roared over the deafening hum of the tuning fork. “You enjoyed my agony! Didn’t you?! Didn’t you?!”

Mohinder could barely hear Sylar over the tuning fork, but if replying would make the nauseating noise stop, he’d do it.

“Fine! I did! I enjoyed it!” Mohinder screamed.

Sylar drew the fork away and set it down on the table. “Good,” he purred, his heartbeat rapid, aroused. Mohinder felt sick.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Sylar reached forward, closing his eyes and touching Mohinder’s forehead again. The pounding of hearts vanished, the traffic outside sounded oddly quiet, Sylar’s voice didn’t shatter his eardrums.

Mohinder waited, apprehensive, wondering what could possibly be coming.

Sylar got up and got behind Mohinder, fiddling with something in his pocket.

“I’m going to take a sample of your spinal fluid,” Sylar hissed. “And it’s going to hurt,”

Mohinder gasped.

“Sylar! Don’t! You aren’t a trained doctor, I could be paralyzed for life!”

Sylar snorted. “You think I’d take that chance? I spent two weeks in a college memorizing everything I could get my hands on. Eidetic Memory, Texas, remember?” he shoved Mohinder’s head down.

“You might actually do some good before you die.” Sylar taunted, bringing back too many memories.

God … the pain …