#cokenotcola

The list is so long it’d drown you brain, my dear. Wouldn’t want to inflict such torture on you. -JM

(I’m sure you meant Sherlock to do on SHerlock)

“No... I’m not-I’m....” They had been through a lot. They lived together for months and months-who knows, maybe even years now. Sylar never kept track, because the time there was... Nice. He didn’t have to care about how long he’s been there.

But that was his downfall. 

Great, powerful, alpha killer. He became too unguarded, to cozy and... Happy. The small touches of hands. Sitting closer in taxis. And so, so much more-Sylar had not noticed what was happening. 

But it was too late now. He cared. And he had no idea what to do. The possessive tone, the dark look in blue eyes.

I've seen a gun put to his head and he simply smiled. I've looked into his files and seen the terror he’s caused. He is a monster and a killer and everything a omega isn't and everything I work to stop. 

In America, the FBI stopped bothering trying to find him. Now, in England, there was only one person on his tail-Sherlock Holmes.

Sylar had no idea how this ‘consulting detective’ was even able to know about his murders let alone be so close to catching him this quickly. He gave no mind to the fact he is a omega-as he adheres to none of the biological rulessay for heat-which he usually is able to repress though.

But that was his weakness in the end. The alpha detective could smell him. Like a literal hound dog, Sylar was so caught up in power he never stopped to think his downfall would be just how he smelled.

Until he heard the door open, Sylar standing over his to-be-victim who lay unconscious on the floor. The omega turned with darkness in his eyes, knowing the faint(though not faint now as they were in the same house) of the alpha.