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Title: New Beginnings
Pairing: Nirand/Sylar, Mylar, Gabriel/Mohinder hints
Word Count: 1014
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Bondage
Beta: toestastegood
Summary: Mohinder needs to understand he really messed up.
Author's Notes: I did the whole Gabriel-Sylar are different thing. More or less? Gabriel's the nice personality, Sylar's the murderous. And it's in a random spot after S1 and there's one spoiler about a sharp pointy thing. I think. Unless I wrote it out. -whine- I'm tired.
Only Mohinder. Only he could ever have the audacity to go about and ruin their perfect relationship. They have managed to pass their troubles, their tribulations, and even ignore all the whispers and the stares. They'd made it. And he's set them back so far, when they'd gotten past the 'boyfriend' stage into something so much more, with just a simple kiss.
Never before has Sylar wanted to kiss someone, not like this. Maybe for survival of the fittest but not for anger. Even Gabriel is angry. They're supposed to be a couple - Mohinder understands. He actually understands that there are two people in one body, and loves them both equally, loves both personalities for the differences in them. Yet he seems to love Mira more.
* * *
Two months in India should've brought them closer. Instead, it's somehow ripping them apart. India has given him that opportunity. Mohinder has ripped it away.
So be it. He has a new play thing. The man reminds him of Mohinder, but with less fight in him. He'll be easier to control. He's already allowed him to handcuff him in a way Mohinder would've never unless it was a 'game' with a safe word. The handcuffs are tied to another set with thick rope, holding Mira to his back. He won't let her miss out on this. There's another rope tied to the ground to hooks that the lab has, and he loves it. It looks so perfect, with the man having a white cloth in his mouth, contrasting so strongly against his dark skin.
He moves forward to stroke his hair and smiles down at him. This is all a game to him, but he can feel Gabriel inside seething. He must've messed up then. Oh well. The man is never happy. Gabriel hasn't been happy since Sylar came to be when he was twelve.
"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" he asks Nirand. Mira can die for all he cares. She's just a slut, one who flaunts her body for men to see, to get her in higher places. Though Mohinder might've thought she had the brains of a goddess, he can see past that.
Nirand gives a muffle of words so he removes the gag, though he doesn't want to. It's too perfect around his mouth, reminding him of Mohinder. But the man is dead to him. He knows the second he sees him, he'll hurt him. He deserves it. So many months he's wasted with him, to have this happen. Mohinder was the one to fix his wound from Hiro, to house him, to protect him. It'd started after that.
And it'd just failed. Sylar moves to his knees to murmur, "Would you take advantage of me?" He can see the confusion in Nirand's face and smiles, actually smiles because it's so amusing. "If I were to give you everything, would you go and kiss some whore?" There's a slight shake of Nirand's head and he strokes the man's hair still. It's so much better than Mohinder's. "Good."
A sudden shout is muffled by the gag from Mira and he has to admire her resilience. She puts up a fight, even at the face of death. She's like Molly, who he has taken such a strong liking towards, enough that he has given up on her power.
The gag is ripped away with a thought and he knows it has to sting as the knot is ripped. He also knows that he just proved everything true - Mohinder's theories, Chandra's fantasies. Yet he hears a string of Tamil curses that are quickly translated thanks to Charlie's eidetic memory and he realizes Mira doesn't care. It almost hurts, but the way Nirand seems dumbfounded by it makes it all worthwhile. "Kundi! Thaai-Oli! Baadu!" They come so fast that he just has to smirk. She really does hate him, doesn't she?
"Thanks, I think," he says, feigning confusion. It isn't wise to let on that he understands Tamil. Mohinder thinks he only knows a word or two, so when he rants in it to himself, he doesn't understand that each word is understood and smirked at. It's endearing. It was endearing.
He looks back to Nirand. He can do it right this time around. This man is wiser. He doesn't have the scars that Mohinder had, the trust issues. He won't let him go. He knows he is just upset and Gabriel is influencing his actions, but he wants him.
It doesn't seem shocking then when he kisses Nirand, hard on the lips. What shocks him is that Nirand kisses back, light and hesitant, but enough for him to control the kiss. He nips at the other's lower lip gently and deepens it, tongue and love and need thrust into a simple kiss that's only being returned with uncertainty.
It's enough for him though because he needs it, and doesn't even turn around as Mohinder enters the room. He's nothing to him anymore.
The weak 'Sylar?' doesn't even get his attention, not as it would've weeks ago. Instead he continues the kiss for another few seconds then focuses on undoing the restraints. Mira runs quickly to Mohinder, and he looks back to him. He has no weapons, but it's not as if they'd work.
"Take her. I have someone new."
There's a string of Tamil, aimed at Nirand, and it's returned quickly. Nirand's confused and lost but in the end he stands and takes his rightful place next to Mohinder. Sylar finds himself sitting on the ground, lost and confused, staring at the three. Of course.
He smirks though, head held high. He has to take it in stride or else he and Gabriel will break. Rejection is something they've never been good with, not after their father ignored them so many times. So he says in Tamil, "I'll be in India, Nirand. Come find me when the whore and the slut become too much. I don't cheat and I'm fun." He freezes them and only unfreezes them once he's out the door.
Pairing: Nirand/Sylar, Mylar, Gabriel/Mohinder hints
Word Count: 1014
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Bondage
Beta: toestastegood
Summary: Mohinder needs to understand he really messed up.
Author's Notes: I did the whole Gabriel-Sylar are different thing. More or less? Gabriel's the nice personality, Sylar's the murderous. And it's in a random spot after S1 and there's one spoiler about a sharp pointy thing. I think. Unless I wrote it out. -whine- I'm tired.
Only Mohinder. Only he could ever have the audacity to go about and ruin their perfect relationship. They have managed to pass their troubles, their tribulations, and even ignore all the whispers and the stares. They'd made it. And he's set them back so far, when they'd gotten past the 'boyfriend' stage into something so much more, with just a simple kiss.
Never before has Sylar wanted to kiss someone, not like this. Maybe for survival of the fittest but not for anger. Even Gabriel is angry. They're supposed to be a couple - Mohinder understands. He actually understands that there are two people in one body, and loves them both equally, loves both personalities for the differences in them. Yet he seems to love Mira more.
* * *
Two months in India should've brought them closer. Instead, it's somehow ripping them apart. India has given him that opportunity. Mohinder has ripped it away.
So be it. He has a new play thing. The man reminds him of Mohinder, but with less fight in him. He'll be easier to control. He's already allowed him to handcuff him in a way Mohinder would've never unless it was a 'game' with a safe word. The handcuffs are tied to another set with thick rope, holding Mira to his back. He won't let her miss out on this. There's another rope tied to the ground to hooks that the lab has, and he loves it. It looks so perfect, with the man having a white cloth in his mouth, contrasting so strongly against his dark skin.
He moves forward to stroke his hair and smiles down at him. This is all a game to him, but he can feel Gabriel inside seething. He must've messed up then. Oh well. The man is never happy. Gabriel hasn't been happy since Sylar came to be when he was twelve.
"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" he asks Nirand. Mira can die for all he cares. She's just a slut, one who flaunts her body for men to see, to get her in higher places. Though Mohinder might've thought she had the brains of a goddess, he can see past that.
Nirand gives a muffle of words so he removes the gag, though he doesn't want to. It's too perfect around his mouth, reminding him of Mohinder. But the man is dead to him. He knows the second he sees him, he'll hurt him. He deserves it. So many months he's wasted with him, to have this happen. Mohinder was the one to fix his wound from Hiro, to house him, to protect him. It'd started after that.
And it'd just failed. Sylar moves to his knees to murmur, "Would you take advantage of me?" He can see the confusion in Nirand's face and smiles, actually smiles because it's so amusing. "If I were to give you everything, would you go and kiss some whore?" There's a slight shake of Nirand's head and he strokes the man's hair still. It's so much better than Mohinder's. "Good."
A sudden shout is muffled by the gag from Mira and he has to admire her resilience. She puts up a fight, even at the face of death. She's like Molly, who he has taken such a strong liking towards, enough that he has given up on her power.
The gag is ripped away with a thought and he knows it has to sting as the knot is ripped. He also knows that he just proved everything true - Mohinder's theories, Chandra's fantasies. Yet he hears a string of Tamil curses that are quickly translated thanks to Charlie's eidetic memory and he realizes Mira doesn't care. It almost hurts, but the way Nirand seems dumbfounded by it makes it all worthwhile. "Kundi! Thaai-Oli! Baadu!" They come so fast that he just has to smirk. She really does hate him, doesn't she?
"Thanks, I think," he says, feigning confusion. It isn't wise to let on that he understands Tamil. Mohinder thinks he only knows a word or two, so when he rants in it to himself, he doesn't understand that each word is understood and smirked at. It's endearing. It was endearing.
He looks back to Nirand. He can do it right this time around. This man is wiser. He doesn't have the scars that Mohinder had, the trust issues. He won't let him go. He knows he is just upset and Gabriel is influencing his actions, but he wants him.
It doesn't seem shocking then when he kisses Nirand, hard on the lips. What shocks him is that Nirand kisses back, light and hesitant, but enough for him to control the kiss. He nips at the other's lower lip gently and deepens it, tongue and love and need thrust into a simple kiss that's only being returned with uncertainty.
It's enough for him though because he needs it, and doesn't even turn around as Mohinder enters the room. He's nothing to him anymore.
The weak 'Sylar?' doesn't even get his attention, not as it would've weeks ago. Instead he continues the kiss for another few seconds then focuses on undoing the restraints. Mira runs quickly to Mohinder, and he looks back to him. He has no weapons, but it's not as if they'd work.
"Take her. I have someone new."
There's a string of Tamil, aimed at Nirand, and it's returned quickly. Nirand's confused and lost but in the end he stands and takes his rightful place next to Mohinder. Sylar finds himself sitting on the ground, lost and confused, staring at the three. Of course.
He smirks though, head held high. He has to take it in stride or else he and Gabriel will break. Rejection is something they've never been good with, not after their father ignored them so many times. So he says in Tamil, "I'll be in India, Nirand. Come find me when the whore and the slut become too much. I don't cheat and I'm fun." He freezes them and only unfreezes them once he's out the door.