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Title: whistle down the wind
(for no reason. I'm just listening to that song right now)
Author: lovemyfaceoff
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “Oh don't try to struggle Mohinder. It's useless but I'm sure you know that by now,”
Warnings: Non-con. General unpleasentness.
Note: This was written to fill a request for mabetini and she suggested I post it here. I thought well why not. I haven't posted here in a while.
Mohinder woke up knowing everything was different from when he went to sleep. His vision was blurry and his head was pounding. He looked around the room but didn't recognize it. The mattress he was on was old and discolored. The blanket tossed over his body was scratchy. He tried to pull his arms down from above his head but couldn't. Ropes held his wrists to the head board. He tried to scream but his throat was hoarse.
“Oh don't try to struggle Mohinder. It's useless but I'm sure you know that by now,” the voice was slick and even. Sylar's voice. Mohinder struggled to pull himself up so he could see. Sylar was leaning against the door frame, slightly out of focus and grinning like a shark. “Glad to see you are awake. I've been waiting. Oh the sound of your fear is wonderful Mohinder,” Sylar pushed away from the wall and sauntered forward. He trailed his finger tips up Mohinder's side and across his chest.
“Wha-where am I?” Mohinder managed, breath hitching as Sylar's nail grazed across a nipple.
“Oh just a little place I've set up for the time being. It doesn't matter. You'll wake up back at home with your little family I assure you. I have no interest in killing you Mohinder. Not when the alternative is so much more fun.”
Mohinder shivered. “What are you going to do to me?”
“You'll find out soon enough. Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise.” Sylar raked his nails down Mohinder's stomach toward the edge of the blanket. He pulled it away swiftly and let it fall to the ground. Mohinder stiffened, realizing he was completely naked and exposed. He pulled at the ropes uselessly, staring up at Sylar fearfully.
“Please don't do this.” He said softly, mouth dry and heart racing.
“Ah ah Mohinder you know begging won't help anything,” Sylar grinned like a shark. He rubbed an almost comforting circle on Mohinder's stomach. “Once I have my mind set on something I just have to go through with it.” He leaned forward until he was hovering over Mohinder's face. Gently he rubbed the side of Mohinder's cheek with his nose, nuzzling him and breathing in his scent. “You are beautiful.”
Mohinder opened his mouth but Sylar swooped up and kissed him firmly. He stiffened again, trying to clamp his mouth shut and keep Sylar out. But Sylar's lips were insistent against his. He coaxed Mohinder's mouth into complying. He dipped his tongue in and curled it around Mohinder's. “Stop,” Mohinder tried to mumbled against his lips but it came out strangled.
Sylar's hands explored his body unashamedly. One hand curled around Mohinder's limp member and squeezed it softly. Mohinder jerked back. Sylar slid down his lithe body, kissing and biting as he went. When he reached Mohinder's groin he took a deep breath, savoring the closeness. He laid a kiss to the tip of his awakening member. “Hmmm,”
Mohinder felt disgusted and ashamed. Sylar swirled his tongue over the tip and stoked him slowly. Despite himself Mohinder felt an erection stirring. Sylar breathed in deeply before plunging his mouth around Mohinder's cock. He swirled his tongue around his erection and cupped his balls. Mohinder tossed his head back, biting his lip. Tears leaked from his eyes.
He felt his legs being pushed apart and shoved up. Sylar's fingers teased his entrance causing him to cry out. “Stop please,” He looked down at Sylar with pleading eyes.
Sylar shook his head. “Sorry doctor. I'm not going to stop.” He plunged his fingers inside Mohinder, twisting hard. Mohinder shouted out in pain, body clamping around Sylar's hand. “God it's fantastic when you scream like that.” He pushed his fingers in as far as they could go and scissored them. He poured on just a bit of lube to his own erection before pushing it against the ring of abused muscles. Mohinder tried to resist but Sylar pushed past that. Mohinder's face twisted in pain and his eyes fell shut.
“Shh Mohinder. It'll be over soon,” Sylar whispered against his neck. He bit down on the skin then lapped at the bruise with his tongue. He didn't move for a while, waiting for Mohinder to relax around him. He started to pull back and slam inside his body. Mohinder's arms pulled at the rope desperately as Sylar fucked him. It didn't take long before Sylar was coming, clinging to Mohinder's body and letting his release spill out. He collapsed against Mohinder's body, breathing deeply.
“Thank you for that doctor,” He whispered.
(for no reason. I'm just listening to that song right now)
Author: lovemyfaceoff
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “Oh don't try to struggle Mohinder. It's useless but I'm sure you know that by now,”
Warnings: Non-con. General unpleasentness.
Note: This was written to fill a request for mabetini and she suggested I post it here. I thought well why not. I haven't posted here in a while.
Mohinder woke up knowing everything was different from when he went to sleep. His vision was blurry and his head was pounding. He looked around the room but didn't recognize it. The mattress he was on was old and discolored. The blanket tossed over his body was scratchy. He tried to pull his arms down from above his head but couldn't. Ropes held his wrists to the head board. He tried to scream but his throat was hoarse.
“Oh don't try to struggle Mohinder. It's useless but I'm sure you know that by now,” the voice was slick and even. Sylar's voice. Mohinder struggled to pull himself up so he could see. Sylar was leaning against the door frame, slightly out of focus and grinning like a shark. “Glad to see you are awake. I've been waiting. Oh the sound of your fear is wonderful Mohinder,” Sylar pushed away from the wall and sauntered forward. He trailed his finger tips up Mohinder's side and across his chest.
“Wha-where am I?” Mohinder managed, breath hitching as Sylar's nail grazed across a nipple.
“Oh just a little place I've set up for the time being. It doesn't matter. You'll wake up back at home with your little family I assure you. I have no interest in killing you Mohinder. Not when the alternative is so much more fun.”
Mohinder shivered. “What are you going to do to me?”
“You'll find out soon enough. Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise.” Sylar raked his nails down Mohinder's stomach toward the edge of the blanket. He pulled it away swiftly and let it fall to the ground. Mohinder stiffened, realizing he was completely naked and exposed. He pulled at the ropes uselessly, staring up at Sylar fearfully.
“Please don't do this.” He said softly, mouth dry and heart racing.
“Ah ah Mohinder you know begging won't help anything,” Sylar grinned like a shark. He rubbed an almost comforting circle on Mohinder's stomach. “Once I have my mind set on something I just have to go through with it.” He leaned forward until he was hovering over Mohinder's face. Gently he rubbed the side of Mohinder's cheek with his nose, nuzzling him and breathing in his scent. “You are beautiful.”
Mohinder opened his mouth but Sylar swooped up and kissed him firmly. He stiffened again, trying to clamp his mouth shut and keep Sylar out. But Sylar's lips were insistent against his. He coaxed Mohinder's mouth into complying. He dipped his tongue in and curled it around Mohinder's. “Stop,” Mohinder tried to mumbled against his lips but it came out strangled.
Sylar's hands explored his body unashamedly. One hand curled around Mohinder's limp member and squeezed it softly. Mohinder jerked back. Sylar slid down his lithe body, kissing and biting as he went. When he reached Mohinder's groin he took a deep breath, savoring the closeness. He laid a kiss to the tip of his awakening member. “Hmmm,”
Mohinder felt disgusted and ashamed. Sylar swirled his tongue over the tip and stoked him slowly. Despite himself Mohinder felt an erection stirring. Sylar breathed in deeply before plunging his mouth around Mohinder's cock. He swirled his tongue around his erection and cupped his balls. Mohinder tossed his head back, biting his lip. Tears leaked from his eyes.
He felt his legs being pushed apart and shoved up. Sylar's fingers teased his entrance causing him to cry out. “Stop please,” He looked down at Sylar with pleading eyes.
Sylar shook his head. “Sorry doctor. I'm not going to stop.” He plunged his fingers inside Mohinder, twisting hard. Mohinder shouted out in pain, body clamping around Sylar's hand. “God it's fantastic when you scream like that.” He pushed his fingers in as far as they could go and scissored them. He poured on just a bit of lube to his own erection before pushing it against the ring of abused muscles. Mohinder tried to resist but Sylar pushed past that. Mohinder's face twisted in pain and his eyes fell shut.
“Shh Mohinder. It'll be over soon,” Sylar whispered against his neck. He bit down on the skin then lapped at the bruise with his tongue. He didn't move for a while, waiting for Mohinder to relax around him. He started to pull back and slam inside his body. Mohinder's arms pulled at the rope desperately as Sylar fucked him. It didn't take long before Sylar was coming, clinging to Mohinder's body and letting his release spill out. He collapsed against Mohinder's body, breathing deeply.
“Thank you for that doctor,” He whispered.