Fic: The Alley of Love
“This is all your fault Matthew Parkman,” Mohinder panted around heaving breaths.
“My fault?! Well excuse me, next time a bunch of skinheads wants to kick your ass I’ll be sure to back off and let them have their way with you,” Matt wheezed beside him.
Mohinder threw his lover one last glare before concentrating on running and breathing. They had been running at breakneck speed for the past ten minutes and he was beginning to feel the effects. His calf muscles were burning and his lungs were screaming for a reprieve. Beside him Matt was already lagging. He had been able to keep pace with Mohinder but his larger size was beginning to take its toll. It wasn’t that Matt was too flubby to keep up with the smaller man; rather it was the fact that he had recently sustained a vicious punch to the abdomen.
This was not good.
Matt could feel himself starting to slow down. Where the punk’s fist had connected with his stomach was aching and making it difficult to breath. It was just supposed to be a simple assignment. Mohinder had to go talk to a young man The Company thought might be a fire starter and he had asked Matt to tag along with him. Normally, Matt would have refused him out right. He couldn’t control Mohinder’s actions or make his decisions but he sure as hell wasn’t going to get involved in Company business. However, Mohinder would be venturing into a bad neighborhood and Matt decided to go along just to protect him. He had been called down there for reports of shots fired too often to let Mohinder go alone.
On the plus side the guy was a fire starter. However, that was counteracted by the fact that he wasn’t the cute little Drew Barrymore fire starter Matt had been wishing for. No, they got tattooed, brass knuckled, racist, homophobic, Aryan Nation Johnny Marcot instead.
“You don’t need your gun Matthew, we’re in no danger Matthew, stop worrying so much Matthew,” Matt mocked in his best “Mohinder” voice, although the accent was off and the words were punctuated with gasping breaths.
“It would have been fine if you hadn’t hit him,” Mohinder snapped at him.
“He was thinking a putting a bullet right through your pretty face the second he saw you,” Matt snapped back.
Behind them, the pounding footfalls of their pursuers were growing ever louder. They couldn’t keep running, Matt was ready to collapse and even Mohinder was finding it more and more difficult to breathe. Suddenly Matt thought of an idea and shouldered Mohinder into the next alley. He pushed him into a doorway and covered Mohinder’s body with his own, effectively trapping him between the rotting wooden door and Matt’s heaving chest.
“What the…” Mohinder started to say but Matt’s good hand over his mouth served to effectively silence him.
“For once in your life Doctor Mohinder fucking Suresh, shut the hell up,” Matt hissed in his ear.
He pressed closer when he heard the footsteps stop nearby. Their voices mingled with the voices inside his head.
“Where the hell did they go?”
Damn Muslim raghead
Fat fucking pig coming into my territory
Sticking their big noses in our business
How the fuck did they know about it?
“How in the hell did you lose them? He’s a skinny assed bastard that probably hasn’t been out of the fucking library since he was fucking six. The damn obese cop looks like he wouldn’t know exercise if it slapped his fat ass. They couldn’t have gotten far.”
I’m not an idiot asshole
Stupid fuckers, need to find people smart enough to run
Matt breathed a sigh of relief as when he heard them start running again, slumping his head against Mohinder’s shoulder as the tension drained out of him.
“That was way too close for comfort,” he muttered into the cotton of Mohinder’s shirt.
If Matt was smarter he would have thrown Mohinder over his shoulder and gotten the hell out of there the minute he saw the seedy dive Mohinder was trying to lead him to. But no, he decided to trust Mohinder and followed him inside. He felt like he was walking into the wedding reception of Hitler and Strom Thurmond, the sound of the door slamming shut behind them sounded like the tightening of the hangman’s noose around his neck.
He should have turned and walked away.
But before he had the chance to even take a breath, Mohinder was stepping forward and started asking people if they knew where he could find Jocheved Marcot (what kind of name is Jocheved anyways? No wonder the kid was so angry). He didn’t seem to perceive the malicious, hateful glares thrown his way. If looks could kill, Mohinder would have been dead by stabbing, shooting, hanging, and a handful of other painful methods before he even stepped out of the doorway.
But of course, Mohinder continued on in his what-would-normally-be-adorable oblivious state, heedless of the fact that guys were already reaching for their hidden weapons. So Matt did the only thing he could think of; he grabbed the closest guy he could reach and slammed him into the bar, shouting to the rest that if any of them made a move he would arrest them all. All in all, not the brightest move he could make but in his defense he was acting on pure adrenaline-fueled instinct. It’s kind of hard to remember that you can control minds when a dozen skinheads are looking at your partner like he’s their next sacrifice to the gods of hate and prejudice.
Of course the guy he grabbed would be pyromaniac Jocheved and of course he would have to set the bar on fire when Matt slammed him into it. Matt was going to have to think of a good story to tell his lieutenant tomorrow as to why his left hand is burned and it was going to be difficult for him to hold a gun. Speaking of burned hands, Mohinder just grabbed his hand and was currently inspecting it.
“It doesn’t look that bad thankfully, although you’re going to have to put some salve on it when we get home. And it looks like you get out of dish duty for a couple days,” he said softly, still whispering despite the fact that the danger was now gone.
“That’s a comfort,” Matt said dryly, hissing lightly as Mohinder gently pressed his thumb against his raw palm.
“It’s your own fault you oaf,” Mohinder snapped.
Even though his tone was harsh and his words were meant to sting, Matt could see the concern in his eyes, soothing the ache of the burn and the pain of what he said. Mohinder held Matt’s hand in his for a moment later, turning it over in the dim light of the mostly darkened alley.
“What was I supposed to do Mohinder? Those guys wanted to kill you. I was just reacting to their threats,” Matt explained.
“Always the male are you not Matthew?” Mohinder said huskily, seductively almost, “Protecting your mate from the threat of other males. It’s the most primal, most natural of instincts. All males are hardwired to protect their mate from imminent threats. Normally, I would be a bit insulted about being lumped together with the relatively helpless females of old, but for some reason when you go all alpha male, it’s….it’s sexy as hell.”
Mohinder nuzzled his face in Matt’s neck, darting his tongue out to trace the artery as it pulsed against the soft skin. Matt’s blood pressure skyrocketed and his breathing became more and more rapid until the point he was almost hyperventilating into Mohinder’s hair and he dug his fingers into Mohinder’s biceps, ignoring the stab of pain from the burn on his le ft hand.
“What are you doing?” he gasped thickly.
“Making it up to you,” Mohinder murmured, nuzzling Matt’s jaw with his nose, “You are right of course. That was my fault and I am determined to make it up to you.”
“By driving me crazy,” Matt said, pushing Mohinder back.
“No, by giving you one of the best orgasms of your life,” Mohinder responded with a knowing smirk.
“There is no way in hell I am having sex in this filthy alley. We’ll probably catch syphilis or chlamydia or something. I’m surprised we haven’t contracted herpes just by standing here,” Matt said with a comical shudder to emphasize his point.
“I do believe it might be possible for me to convince you otherwise,” Mohinder purred, sliding closer to press his body flush against Matt’s.
Matt gulped in a hard breath, nearly choking on it as Mohinder slid a hand under his shirt to trace the waistband of his jeans.
“What did I tell you Matthew? I can be very persuasive if I set my mind to it,” Mohinder laughed huskily in Matt’s ear.
He drew Matt’s earlobe in his mouth, sucking lightly and causing Matt to moan and throw his head back. Mohinder kissed his way down his neck, nipping at the frantic butterfly pulse and drawing another throaty groan from Matt. He licked and nibbled at the Matt’s stubble roughened jaw, reveling in the scrap of it against his own stubble and tongue.
“Hush Matthew. You need to be quiet or people will hear us,” Mohinder whispered conspiratorially, unbuttoning Matt’s jeans and sliding the zipper down at the same time.
“Mohinder,” Matt growled, grabbing Mohinder’s face between his hands and drew him into a slow, deep kiss.
Matt moaned into Mohinder’s mouth when he slipped a hand in his jeans to curl around his achingly hard cock. Mohinder took advantage of it to slip into in Matt’s mouth, sliding his tongue along the ridge of Matt’s teeth before tangling around his tongue.
“God Mohinder, what are you doing to me?” Matt groaned, breaking the kiss to lean his head against Mohinder’s shoulder.
“Making you feel good. Now just hush and enjoy yourself my darling,” Mohinder soothed, smoothing his hands over Matt’s back.
He kissed Matt again, pushing his hands into the waistband of his boxers and pushing them down. He gave Matt a wicked grin before sliding down to his knees, worshipping Matt with his eyes, his hands, and his mouth.
God his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the leaking head of Matt’s cock, tasting the pearls of precum that gathered at the tip. Matt groaned, burying his hands in Mohinder’s hair and hanging on for dear life. Mohinder gripped the backs of Matt’s knees, rubbing the sensitive skin softly. He swallowed slowly, taking Matt deeper into his mouth. He licked the thick vein on the bottom of Matt’s erection, following it with the flat of his tongue. Mohinder pulled back to blow warm air on Matt, cooling the saliva trail with his breath.
“Fuck Mohinder,” Matt grunted, thrusting his hips forward.
“Patience love,” Mohinder murmured with a small laugh.
He slid back down Matt’s length, slipping a hand between his legs to cup the soft sac, kneading gently. Matt moaned, biting his bottom lip to smother it before it echoed in the alley, alerting the whole city to what they were doing. Mohinder hummed around his mouthful, gently dragging his teeth down the length of Matt’s cock.
“So close…I’m so fucking close…damn Mohinder I’m there…I’m right there,” Matt ground out. He let his inhibitions fly, moaning loudly as he came, twitching and spilling himself into Mohinder’s mouth. His moan echoed in the alley, filling the air with the sound of his release. Mohinder swallowed, sucking until Matt sagged against the wall, his knees buckling under the force of his pleasure.
Mohinder carefully righted Matt’s clothes, pulling his boxers and jeans up and buttoning them. He stood up and wrapped his arms around Matt’s neck, kissing him with care and gently sliding his tongue across Matt’s bottom lip. Matt opened his mouth to invite Mohinder in, moaning lightly at the taste of himself on Mohinder’s tongue, wrapping his arms around Mohinder’s waist.
“Forgive me?” he asked against Matt’s lips.
“I’m giving it serious consideration,” Matt laughed.
“I suppose I’ll just have to convince you more when we get home.”
“I should warn you, I’m not easily persuaded,” Matt grinned.
“Good thing I like a challenge.”