Yours Alone 03
Title: Yours Alone
When he arrived at Pinehearts, once again he debated on how exactly he should find Gabriel. He didn’t want to meet with Arthur on the way and asked about Gabriel. After Arthur had taken his power and pointedly made him as a test subject, Peter knew that his father couldn’t be trusted. Who knew what else he could hide up his sleeve? That meant he had to see Gabriel again at any cost. Peter walked quickly in the hallway, glad that he hadn’t crossed the path with any of Arthur’s minions. With his powerless state he was in right now, he’d like to avoid confrontation as much as possible. He made a quick turn at one of the most quiet hall, ran cautiously towards the end of the corridor. He opened the heavy door and immediately being shocked with what he saw.
The room was apparently a place to do a kind of human experimentation. In the middle of a glass-surfaced containment, was someone (Peter wasn’t exactly sure he could still call that person a human) lying weakly on a steel table with his body in weird condition. As Peter came closer he could see clearly that this man had many bubble-like rashes on his pastel-colored skin. And by pastel-colored, Peter really thought of pastel, pale-orange color that one would normally found in a coloring set. That man kept groaning softly in pain, and Peter found himself tapped against the glass.
“Hold on, I’ll help you.” He whispered, eyes scanning frantically on how to open the glass door. He saw a mechanical device near the door with numbers. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the right combination for it. His father would have it, or maybe…
“What are you doing here?” a commanding voice with rich accent greeted him. Peter spun around, and in one light leap Mohinder landed himself in front of him. Peter’s eyes went wide, he was looking at Mohinder critically from head to toe. Mohinder smiled charmingly, knowing what’s on Peter’s frantic mind at the moment.
“You have…”
“Power, yes. Sylar told me that earlier too.” Mohinder chuckled lightly, his hand reached out to grasp Peter’s arm roughly and he pressed the youngest Petrelli brothers’ against the glass. Mohinder stepped forward himself to trap Peter’s body against his. Peter winced in pain, but he regained his composure quickly. It didn’t matter to him now that Mohinder could snap him like a twig, he had a better thing to do.
“Where’s Gabriel?” he asked, winced once more when Mohinder squeezed him harder, an obvious reaction to the name ‘Gabriel’.
“Gabriel?” the geneticist asked back, as if not knowing the name. Of course he did recognize the name.
“My brother, Sylar.” Peter said more forcefully. He really didn’t expect Mohinder’s violent reaction over the name ‘Sylar’. He pushed him roughly, made Peter fell face first to the floor. He tried to run away, but Mohinder had reacted first: he flipped the younger man on his back, and straddled his waist. Peter squirmed and tried to push Mohinder away, but in one quick move, Mohinder had gathered Peter’s wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head. He lowered his body then, his lower parts gently touching Peter’s as he started to grind himself against him.
“Stop it, Mohinder. Let me go.”
Mohinder stopped. Peter’s pleading voice reached his ears like the sweetest melody and he obeyed that voice, momentarily stayed still. However, the moment his eyes landed on Peter’s brown ones, Mohinder lost control of himself. Those eyes are similar to Sylar’s - they were exquisitely entrancing, made him lost in his own shadow reflected through light-brown orbs. Mohinder kissed him softly, his free hand caressing Peter’s soft hair as his eyes marveled at how Peter’s hair color was the same as Sylar’s. Why anyone couldn’t realize they were brothers before?
The kiss made him dizzy; Mohinder was in the same euphoria state as he was during his first lovemaking with Maya. He felt sexually heightened, his renewed senses, all of them, were directed to the sweet creature underneath him. He could feel Peter’s soft lips battled with his own reluctantly, his powerful body tried to escape futilely from his hold, Peter’s delicious scent filled his nostrils like an aphrodisiac, and Mohinder felt he wanted more as his manhood hardened significantly against Peter’s flaccid one. In one harsh tug, he ripped Peter’s shirt open, placing wet kisses on every available inch of his collarbone.
“Don’t Mo…ahhh…” Peter gasped loudly when Mohinder’s tongue expertly caressed his nipple. He felt powerful, Peter was there at his mercy, pliant to his every touch, and Mohinder found himself wanting more. He dragged his tongue from Peter’s nipple down to his toned stomach in one smooth motion. He felt Peter shuddered beneath him and it made him felt proud.
The telephone rang suddenly, made the geneticist groaned in frustration. He gestured for Peter not to say anything, before grabbed a fallen eraser and precisely hit the loudspeaker button.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Dr. Suresh, Mr. Petrelli would like to meet you in his office.” Arthur’s secretary announced.
“I’ll be there in a moment.” He grabbed another object, this time a pen, and hit the button once again. Peter watched in fascination of Mohinder’s newly found precise control. He was also sure that Mohinder had to go and there was no way he would lock him in his own lab. His father could have come anytime or any other doctors for that matter.
“It seems that I have to leave you here.”
“Don’t be crazy, Mohinder. I can shout for Gabriel and your little world of perversity won’t be so private anymore.”
Mohinder thought about the possibility for a while. Then he gathered Peter’s wrists above his head and with his power he wrapped the sticky substance to make cocoon around Peter’s wrists. The younger Petrelli tried to tug his hands free with no avail, so he glared at the geneticists.
“You can scream all you like,” Mohinder opened the fly of Peter’s pants. “But I doubt you’d want anyone to see you like this.”
Mohinder exited his lab without looking back, and Peter glared at the man whom he was supposed to help. The man looked at Peter pitifully. Peter turned his head, glared at the ceiling and once again resumed his work of trying to break out of Mohinder’s binds.
*
“You need to work on that emphatic ability.” Arthur said to his second son, who was sitting across him. Several workers were already on their way to repair the broken window - the one that he previously threw Peter away from. He glanced through it, vaguely wondering what his younger brother was doing right now. “But the good news is that you now have the power to control electricity. It would be useful.”
Arthur enunciated his words by forming a ball of electricity in his hands. Gabriel watched in fascination at the glowing energy and tried to make one himself. In the first attempt, he had successfully made the same one as Arthur’s. His father nodded apprehensively.
“That’s pretty good but you can do better than that.”
With that Arthur stood up and left his office. Gabriel took on his advice eagerly, but first he needed to find the right place to practice. He hadn’t exactly known Pinehearts, so he decided a little walk would be nice. That way if he ever needed something, a place to go to and people to see, he wouldn’t lose his way. Within minutes walk out of Arthur’s office, he was once again arrived at the familiar confusing hallway. There was no way that he could make the same mistake twice. He knew now that section B hosted Pinehearts’ special people, both free and captivated. Another step to section D would take him to Mohinder’s lab. Someone told him earlier that section A to C is the place where important people and files were in. He didn’t have any idea about what were waiting behind other doors, but somehow he felt like he wanted to ransack Mohinder’s place again. It would be fascinating to see the former gentle geneticist fumed in anger like before.
He really hoped he still had Dale’s power of super hearing. After he killed her at Montana, hearing how Mohinder’s heartbeat changed in a matter of time had always been a treat. The geneticist had never been a calm individual, and even when he tried him with that drugged chai, Gabriel had known it beforehand. A slight change in his heartbeat told him about his nervousness, yet excitement. He wasn’t surprised, really. Right now he wished for that power back so that he could guess accurately about Mohinder.
As usual the facilities were rather empty. He crossed path with several doctors, but no more that two or three. He curiously peeked to a door on his left side. There were many shelves in it lined with different sized glasses. Gabriel saw a short, rather stubby doctor filed something. He took another step forward and peeked again, this time saw nothing as the room was so dark. He noticed earlier that many doors at Pinehearts didn’t have tags near it so that unauthorized personnel couldn’t enter it as easily. People could get lost in the maze of such huge facilities.
He moved again, noticed a quiet hallway turn near him. Curiously Gabriel walked; just like the previous corridor where he first met Mohinder, this hallway also only had one steel door at its end. The door wasn’t locked, so Gabriel pushed it open with one hand and curiously peeked inside. It was a sort of lab, nothing interesting just like the others. But when he saw the figure of an experiment object lying on a steel bed, Gabriel stepped in. He watched in pity at the helplessly weird man, a result of (assumingly) Mohinder’s unsuccessful experiment.
“Gabriel…” Peter called him softly. Gabriel’s head spun around in surprise at his voice and was surprised even more at the state Peter was in. He quickly moved to his younger brother’s side.
“What happened to you?” Gabriel tried to break the strange substance around Peter’s wrist, and when he couldn’t he used his telekinetic to cut it. Peter hissed in pain as Gabriel’s telekinetic cut him as well. Gabriel stared apologetically at him when he saw Peter’s blood flowing. Gabriel gathered his saliva in his mouth and grabbed Peter’s wrists gently. Peter blushed as Gabriel sucked on his wounds, healing them. When the wound was healed, his brother licked the remaining blood away, leaving his wrists new again.
“You can heal me?” he asked, trying hard to fight the blush off. Gabriel helped him to get up.
“I can heal myself, and use my body fluid to heal others. But I’m not going to share it easily.”
He watched as Peter buttoned his shirt and pants, the younger man’s face still held the noticeable blush at Gabriel’s implication of how special he was for him. Of course Peter would be special; he was Gabriel’s younger brother for God’s sake. He shouldn’t think any other things beyond that. When Gabriel led him away from the room, Peter grabbed his wrist.
“Wait, we need to help him.” He indicated the subject of experiment. The man groaned softly in pain. Gabriel stared at him for a moment, before finally touched Peter’s shoulder gently.
“We can’t,” He said. Peter shook his head dejectedly but Gabriel had made his decision. “Mohinder will…take care of the mess he’d made himself, however it may be done. We can’t interfere.”
Peter reluctantly agreed with his brother, threw the man one last remorseful look before he exited the room.
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