Luke has to give it to Sylar, he’s one smart bastard. He’s getting everything he wanted - the stretching, burning feeling, the strong hands on his hips, Sylar’s breath on his neck. But he’s looking at the kid, the scruffy haired kid whose hand is currently inexpertly pumping him whilst his cheeks redden and his bottom lip quivers. With every spark of pleasure that hits him he sees Lyle’s face and that was Sylar’s plan all along. He’s conditioning him, and fuck it if it isnt working.

When Luke comes a little smile twitches on Lyle’s face and that’s the last straw. He kisses Lyle full and deep in a lover’s kiss and lets their eyes meet. Lyle places a chaste peck on Luke’s cheek and Sylar smiles.

“There you go Luke, I might be around much from now on, but at least you won’t be lonely.”