Fic: Not So Different
Title: Not So Different
Characters/Ships: Maya/Mohinder, hints of Mohinder/Sylar, reference to Sylar/Maya
Rating: Light R
Word Count: ~1200
Summary: Sylar drops in to visit Mohinder and his new roommate. Set sometime during Season 3.
Genre: Het, implied slash, angst, mild action, smut, some humor
Warning: Season 3 spoilers
A/N: Written for the mission_insane challenge. Table: Het-Slash; Prompt: observe
A/N II: This is what happens when my own hipocrisy gets the better of me D:
A hand clenched over a single bare breast. It didn’t tremble upon contact, but squeezed tightly instead, and Maya’s chest heaved in absolute passion.
Mohinder thrust into the naked woman as she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer. She whispered his name; the need in her voice goading him to slide all the way inside. Maya cried out once again, buckling underneath the pressure and clenching the muscles in her legs.
All the while, Sylar watched. A shadow in the corner, he looked on at the two writhing figures.
He didn’t bat an eye when they came, gasping in each others arms. When Mohinder took his hand off Maya’s breast and brought it purposefully down to her clit.
He brought her to climax, again and again, as she moaned incessantly.
Sylar’s jaw clenched. He made his exit then, and took comfort in Maya’s breathless outcry:
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
In the next room, Sylar heard Mohinder rolling over onto his back with a satisfied grunt.
“I thought I saw…” She hesitated, rationalizing what had actually been Sylar's retreating figure. “Never mind.”
Mohinder was clearly not worrying about it, as his mouth was currently preoccupied with Maya’s neck. He lowered his voice, whispering words only meant for her ears.
Sylar rolled his eyes, and levitated over to the kitchen table.
Two fresh cups of coffee awaited Maya and Mohinder when they stumbled out of the bedroom.
They both looked on in silence, watching the innocuous curls of steam rise and disappear into the air.
Mohinder was the first to speak, his words hollow and grim: “He knows.”
Maya’s hand went up to her mouth. After a few moments of silence, she retched onto the floor.
Standing on the other side of the front door, Sylar began to chuckle quietly to himself.
Five days later, when the lovers surmised that it was once again safe for them to be separated, Maya went outside. She promised Mohinder that she would be back soon, kissing his cheek and murmuring her assurances.
Mohinder was sitting at his desk, tapping away at the keys on his laptop, when Sylar opened the front door.
Suresh looked up; did a double-take. His hand froze above the keyboard.
“Where is she?” he demanded as soon as he found his voice.
Sylar shrugged. “I have no idea.”
“Liar,” Mohinder spat. The muscles in his shoulder tensed. “What did you do to her?”
“I haven’t done anything to her,” Sylar retorted. “Why would you suggest such a thing?”
“You’ve been spying on us.”
“No,” Sylar replied in a ‘you know better than that’ sort of way, “I’m just checking up on you two.”
“Really?” Mohinder asked snidely. “I thought you were above doing something like this.”
“I’m touched you would think that way, Doctor.” Sylar closed the door behind himself and sauntered over to the kitchen sink.
Mohinder finally lowered his hand and set it back on the woodwork next to his laptop. “On second thought, this is exactly the kind of low you’d sink to. You’re a sick, sad man.”
“Are there any more clean cups in here?” Sylar wondered aloud. His back was turned to Mohinder, hands roaming about in the open cupboards. “I’m parched.”
“Where is she, Sylar?”
Mohinder had stood up so forcefully that he knocked his chair backward. Sylar casually looked over his shoulder, then he turned around to face Mohinder. He made a disapproving sound with his tongue.
“Temper, temper… That could really do some damage on your blood pressure, you-”
His last word never came out, however, as Mohinder had crossed the room in the blink of an eye and lifted Sylar up by the throat. The back of Sylar's head banged against the open cupboard behind him, banging about the few dishes and bowls inside, and his feet lifted off the ground by inches. His boots dangled in midair.
Gasping for breath, Sylar’s lips still managed to curve up shakily. “Isn’t that nice?” he choked out, his voice barely audible. “We have the same ability now.”
“Tell me where she is, Sylar,” Mohinder hissed, his dark eyes blazing with a fury that Sylar had only seen once before.
“Doesn’t - it feel - so empowering?” Sylar croaked, right before he swiftly raised one of his arms up and clasped it onto Mohinder’s forearm. It began to freeze instantaneously.
Mohinder cried out in shock. Sylar landed on his feet as his attacker tumbled down onto his back, anxiously rubbing his frozen limb with his free hand.
“Don’t do that, it’ll snap right off,” Sylar advised. He leaned forward and, his two forefingers glowing red, thawed the stiff body part in an instant. Tears streaked out of Mohinder’s eyes as his chest heaved uncontrollably. The murderous glint in his eyes had completely disappeared.
Sylar straightened back up and began to rub his throat. “I’m sorry; that was out of line,” he offered, his expression mocking, but his voice sounding genuine.
Mohinder either couldn’t hear him, or had ignored his apology completely. He blinked the tears away, and once the men’s heavy breathing subsided, he looked up at Sylar’s face.
“What do you want with us?” he asked, the words sounding more weary than furious.
“I told you already,” Sylar replied stoically. “I wanted to check up on you. Things get lonely, being a killer on the run and all.”
Mohinder opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, the front door opened once again.
“Mi amor, I think I’m going to make an actual dinner for us tonight! You can help me with - ”
Maya’s lighthearted expression changed instantly as she took notice of the scene before her. Her grocery bags fell to the floor in separate heaps, and she stood in front of the threshold, staring first at Mohinder splayed out on the floor, then Sylar, whom was adjusting the top buttons on his collar.
She made a few indistinguishable noises at first, breathing heavily through her nose all the while. The whites of her eyes began to darken slowly, in a dangerous warning.
“What is going on here?” she demanded, but before she could move any further, Sylar exchanged one more look with Mohinder, then made his way to the door.
Maya refused to budge. Her eyes weren’t leaking yet, but they looked as though they were about to. Sylar stopped right beside her, and then he gave a sidelong glance at the professor.
“This was nice, really, seeing you two again,” Sylar said. “Getting along so well and everything.” He ignored the fact that both his and Mohinder’s eyes were darkening as well, and that a black bead was threatening to trickle down the corner of Maya’s left eye. She trembled beside him in fury, but she didn't move from her spot.
Standing so close to her that they were almost touching, Sylar turned to glance down at her shoulder, and then he looked back at Mohinder pointedly.
“It kind of reminds me of a simpler time,” he added, not breaking his gaze with the professor. “Don’t you agree, Maya?”
Then he slipped past her out the front door, pulling it to a close. Once it clicked shut, Maya drew in a deep, shuddering breath, and the bead of tar disappeared; both hers and Mohinder’s eyes quickly reverted back to normal.
Then the two could only look each other as the clock on the wall ticked on, stubborn and deafeningly so.