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Title: untitled orgy
Characters/Pairings: Mohinder/Gabriel. Bennet/Claude. Claude/peter. Peter/Nathan. Peter/Mohinder. Peter/Gabriel Bennet/Gabriel Hiro/Ando
Rating: hard R or NC-17. Its not terribly graphic.
Warnings: Slash, orgy, Very AU, Very strange, Smut, Non-funny crack?
Summary: In a world that was destroyed by means other then exploding Sylar dies in a sense leaving only Gabriel left. The remaining Heroes gather together with the help of Bennet. Mohinder joins them with Gabriel by their side and believes fully that Sylar is gone. Their grief leads them to seek comfort in each other physically.
comment I don't know if this is the end of the story -- I might write another chapter or re-do they end. I am not sure I am happy with it. It seems to just short of...stop. It is such an odd story!
Mohinder closes the door after me. The room he brought me to is dark. I feel the dampness in the walls. The floor is covered in old half breaking mattresses I'm sure they recovered from dumpsters and the side of the road. Mohinder slips my coat off my shoulders and dumps it in the corner. It must weight a ton. The wool is completely soaked through with rain and blood. The eyes of the others are fixed on me as Mohinder pulls off my sweater (also ruined). I know they don't trust me. I cant feel it in the air like an electric charge. Mohinder puts his hands around my waist and kisses the back of my neck. He is telling the others it's alright; they can trust me.
I hope it's true.
Peter is laying limply against Nathan's chest. He looks so tired. Nathan has one hand in Peter's hair. He looks so tender holding peter like that but his eyes are hard when they fall on me. He knows what my body did with Sylar's intentions. He saw the glass logged in the back of Peter's skull while his eyes were glazed over with death. He hates me. I know he didn't want me here but Mohinder tells him it's alright. Sylar is dead.
Sylar is dead.
For good.
Mohinder is the scientist and what he says has to be true.
Peter doesn't hate me. He doesn't trust me either but he cant hate. His wide eyes believe the good in everyone. He believes in Mohinder almost as much as he believes in Nathan so he trusts that Sylar is gone and Gabriel Gray is an innocent. Peter has to love us. He is the empath with a crocked smile and blind optimism that holds these men together after everything.
Bennet and Claude are on the same mattress but they aren't touching. Claude is throwing Nathan dirty looks. He wants to hold Peter and touch his hair but he wouldn't do it if given the chance. Not with so many others in the room. He has spent to much time hating to go back to any other way of life.
Bennet.
I know he will never be able to look directly at me. I want him to believe that I'm not Sylar but I know I cant make him believe it. It isn't true. Sylar was always there. Always a part of me. A creation of myself. Mohinder whispers to me at night that I will never kill again. But Bennet with always want to wrap his hands around my throat.
Hiro and Ando are sitting side by side on a lopsided couch in the corner. They are reading a comic book that's sitting in Hiro's lap. Hiro gives me a shaky smile. Ando doesn't look up.
I want to thank Hiro for believing in redemption but I still cant talk.
Mohinder leads me to a mattress in the center of the room. His fingers touch the hem of my shirt and as he does I sense a new charge filling the air. They all move together except Hiro and Ando. I sense something... They have a plan. It is a well choreographed dance that stars with Mohinder's lips against mine and I remember --- these men have nothing left. Just each other and memories tainted with the fresh taste of death.
And me.
Who killed Peter and shot a terrible grief through Nathan. Me who tried to take away Bennet's daughter; his life.
They have me as a reminder and a tool to forget.
Hiro makes a small sound in the back of his through. He doesn't want it to happen. Whatever it is they are planning anyway. Ando takes his hand and shushes him.
I'm pushed back against the mattress. A spring presses in between my shoulder blades. Peter slips away from Nathan and crawls over to me. He places a hand on my chest. Mohinder scoots away. Without his warmth I feel too scared. Too vulnerable.
I hear Nathan begin to protest but Peter is kissing me now and it makes everything silent. His kiss is so sad it makes me ache. I know I'm arching off the mattress and grabbing a hold of Peter so he won't pull away . I know I've only done that for Mohinder before but Peter tastes like so many different emotions that I don't want him to break away. His kiss is so slow it is almost painful. I taste a strange short of passion there. I reach for Mohinder blinding and pull him down. He falls against my chest and wraps his arms around my. Peter is still kissing me and I don't know why this is happening.
Peter pulls away and tries to smile. He scoots down my body and grabs Mohinder by the shoulders. They start to kiss while leaning across my stomach. They tangle their arms together and radiate a heat I feel all over my body. Peter's kisses are possessive. When he is kissing Mohinder he owns him. I see Mohinder bend to Peter's will even if Peter seems naive and weak half the time.
Behind me is a low predatory growl.
Nathan.
He pulls Peter away from Mohinder and holds him in his lap. He bites the back of Peter's neck while his hands circle Peter's waist and start work on his pants. I watch out of the corner of my eye as Nathan snakes his hands into Peter's boxers.
Hiro takes in a sharp intake of break and says something to Ando in hurried Japanese.
Mohinder licks and bites his way across my chest. He touches the scar on my gut from Hiro's sword and kisses it softly. He does that every time. I know he is silently reminding me of the salvation he gave me.
One year ago.
One year ago tonight actually. He found me (still Sylar then. Barely.) on his doorstep hunched over and dying. Sylar died when Mohinder took my body into his apartment. He died with each stitch Mohinder sewed. Some ways seeing those scars makes Mohinder happy. Here he is. I'm sure he thinks. this one here. This one I saved. That is the reason he pulled me into bed the first time and every time after that.
That is why we are all here. Every man in this hovel was hurt and saved by one of the others. Claude's faded bullet wounds. The burns on Nathan's chest. The haunted pain in Hiro's eyes. So I kiss Mohinder because we are scarred and saved by each other. I pull myself up and grab Mohinder's shoulders. I get it now. Half the world was destroyed despite their best efforts and sacrifices so we seek comfort amongst saviors and murderous. It's poetic in a way. Sick in another.
But Mohinder licks my bottom lip and it doesn't make a difference anymore.
Bennet's hands are rough as they pin my shoulders down. Out eyes meet; we're trapped in an upside down star. I have a vague memory that belonged to Sylar once of a glass sheet between us. He wants to hurt me but Claude takes his hands and nibbles his neck.
Peter crawls onto my hips and Nathan is between my legs wrapping his arms around Peter again. Claude crawls over my body and hovers there was he captures Peter's lips in his own. Claude kisses Peter greedily. Nathan narrows his eyes toward Claude as he sinks his teeth into the skin of Peter's neck. Their eyes lock over the curve of white skin between them and the gaze is heated with anger and misguided lust.
I'm momentarily forgotten under the tangle of jealous men grappling for dominance of their prize. I can sense Bennet somewhere behind me sitting on the back of his heels and simply observing. Mohinder's eyes are glazed with lust as he slowly pumps his erection. When did he get over the guilt that once controlled all his movements? Hiro has his eyes squeezed shut and Ando's hand down his pants.
Bennet slips away from his watchman's post and pushes Claude to this side. He reaches me. He leans over and his lips ghost over the shell of my ear. “This will hurt.” A shuddering gasp escapes my lungs. “You will love it.” It says it like a threat and I know he means it that way. Everything short of fades. I feel his arms pulling me away from the others and the springs of another broken mattress digging into my back. I look back long enough to see Peter choose Mohinder and slid their bodies together. Then Bennet is pulling down my Pants and his breath is hot and dangerous against my skin. I have the brief absurd through that he planned this whole thing.
Later I'm standing on the balcony staring down the tattered skyline with the mixed sounds of explosions and moaning in my ears. Mohinder comes up and wraps his arms around my waist. I feel the weariness in his body when he sags against me. I'm in a borrowed coat and nothing else. I wonder what the wool feels like against his skin.
I'm painfully away of everything I've seen with Mohinder behind me. The first influx of abnormal weather. Wandering to the window wrapped in the same sheet to see lightening strike the sky. The apartment filling with smoke the next night. The floods and fires and Mohinder's hands digging into the fabric of my shirt. Finding Nathan alive with burns on his chest and Peter in his arms smelling like sea and smoke.
Mohinder kisses the back of my neck and Oh my god I tried to kill him once.
“Gabriel Gabriel.”
He always says my name twice.
I cant still feel Bennet all over my body. Mohinder smells like sex and Peter's shampoo. I don't even know when Peter had time to Shampoo his hair. Mohinder dips his hands below my waist. Fuck. Even after murders and spinal taps and the end of the fucking world we still make each other hard every time we touch.
Mohinder murmurs against my neck. I slip around in his arms and grab fist fulls of his curls. They feel greasy in my hands. Heavy. Warm. Tangled. I press against Mohinder and he simply drags his arms up to my shoulders and holds me against his chest. I look into the room over his shoulder and see Hiro curled up in Ando's lap asleep. Peter is wrapped around Nathan like a cat on his favorite pillow. Nathan still looks hard and cold in his sleep. I'm still surprised he doesn't feel like metal when I touch him. Bennet is somewhere with Claude arguing in heated whispers of trying to kill each other. Or undressing.
Underneath the other scents I smell Mohinder's own pure scent. Warm skin dusted with foreign spice. I understand Mohinder. There was never anything to fix with him. He fits together perfectly. He made mistakes, that's true. But even when your watch tells time perfectly you still show up late sometimes. The mess in the living room is a busted cuckoo clock that goes off randomly. I can't put the gears together in a way that makes sense.
Mohinder backs up slowly with me in his arms and leans against the wall. The tick-toc tick-toc hum of his heart against my chest is calming. It clears things up in my mind. He fits me and those messy bleary eyed men on the floor fit each other and somehow when we slip together it works.
Characters/Pairings: Mohinder/Gabriel. Bennet/Claude. Claude/peter. Peter/Nathan. Peter/Mohinder. Peter/Gabriel Bennet/Gabriel Hiro/Ando
Rating: hard R or NC-17. Its not terribly graphic.
Warnings: Slash, orgy, Very AU, Very strange, Smut, Non-funny crack?
Summary: In a world that was destroyed by means other then exploding Sylar dies in a sense leaving only Gabriel left. The remaining Heroes gather together with the help of Bennet. Mohinder joins them with Gabriel by their side and believes fully that Sylar is gone. Their grief leads them to seek comfort in each other physically.
comment I don't know if this is the end of the story -- I might write another chapter or re-do they end. I am not sure I am happy with it. It seems to just short of...stop. It is such an odd story!
Mohinder closes the door after me. The room he brought me to is dark. I feel the dampness in the walls. The floor is covered in old half breaking mattresses I'm sure they recovered from dumpsters and the side of the road. Mohinder slips my coat off my shoulders and dumps it in the corner. It must weight a ton. The wool is completely soaked through with rain and blood. The eyes of the others are fixed on me as Mohinder pulls off my sweater (also ruined). I know they don't trust me. I cant feel it in the air like an electric charge. Mohinder puts his hands around my waist and kisses the back of my neck. He is telling the others it's alright; they can trust me.
I hope it's true.
Peter is laying limply against Nathan's chest. He looks so tired. Nathan has one hand in Peter's hair. He looks so tender holding peter like that but his eyes are hard when they fall on me. He knows what my body did with Sylar's intentions. He saw the glass logged in the back of Peter's skull while his eyes were glazed over with death. He hates me. I know he didn't want me here but Mohinder tells him it's alright. Sylar is dead.
Sylar is dead.
For good.
Mohinder is the scientist and what he says has to be true.
Peter doesn't hate me. He doesn't trust me either but he cant hate. His wide eyes believe the good in everyone. He believes in Mohinder almost as much as he believes in Nathan so he trusts that Sylar is gone and Gabriel Gray is an innocent. Peter has to love us. He is the empath with a crocked smile and blind optimism that holds these men together after everything.
Bennet and Claude are on the same mattress but they aren't touching. Claude is throwing Nathan dirty looks. He wants to hold Peter and touch his hair but he wouldn't do it if given the chance. Not with so many others in the room. He has spent to much time hating to go back to any other way of life.
Bennet.
I know he will never be able to look directly at me. I want him to believe that I'm not Sylar but I know I cant make him believe it. It isn't true. Sylar was always there. Always a part of me. A creation of myself. Mohinder whispers to me at night that I will never kill again. But Bennet with always want to wrap his hands around my throat.
Hiro and Ando are sitting side by side on a lopsided couch in the corner. They are reading a comic book that's sitting in Hiro's lap. Hiro gives me a shaky smile. Ando doesn't look up.
I want to thank Hiro for believing in redemption but I still cant talk.
Mohinder leads me to a mattress in the center of the room. His fingers touch the hem of my shirt and as he does I sense a new charge filling the air. They all move together except Hiro and Ando. I sense something... They have a plan. It is a well choreographed dance that stars with Mohinder's lips against mine and I remember --- these men have nothing left. Just each other and memories tainted with the fresh taste of death.
And me.
Who killed Peter and shot a terrible grief through Nathan. Me who tried to take away Bennet's daughter; his life.
They have me as a reminder and a tool to forget.
Hiro makes a small sound in the back of his through. He doesn't want it to happen. Whatever it is they are planning anyway. Ando takes his hand and shushes him.
I'm pushed back against the mattress. A spring presses in between my shoulder blades. Peter slips away from Nathan and crawls over to me. He places a hand on my chest. Mohinder scoots away. Without his warmth I feel too scared. Too vulnerable.
I hear Nathan begin to protest but Peter is kissing me now and it makes everything silent. His kiss is so sad it makes me ache. I know I'm arching off the mattress and grabbing a hold of Peter so he won't pull away . I know I've only done that for Mohinder before but Peter tastes like so many different emotions that I don't want him to break away. His kiss is so slow it is almost painful. I taste a strange short of passion there. I reach for Mohinder blinding and pull him down. He falls against my chest and wraps his arms around my. Peter is still kissing me and I don't know why this is happening.
Peter pulls away and tries to smile. He scoots down my body and grabs Mohinder by the shoulders. They start to kiss while leaning across my stomach. They tangle their arms together and radiate a heat I feel all over my body. Peter's kisses are possessive. When he is kissing Mohinder he owns him. I see Mohinder bend to Peter's will even if Peter seems naive and weak half the time.
Behind me is a low predatory growl.
Nathan.
He pulls Peter away from Mohinder and holds him in his lap. He bites the back of Peter's neck while his hands circle Peter's waist and start work on his pants. I watch out of the corner of my eye as Nathan snakes his hands into Peter's boxers.
Hiro takes in a sharp intake of break and says something to Ando in hurried Japanese.
Mohinder licks and bites his way across my chest. He touches the scar on my gut from Hiro's sword and kisses it softly. He does that every time. I know he is silently reminding me of the salvation he gave me.
One year ago.
One year ago tonight actually. He found me (still Sylar then. Barely.) on his doorstep hunched over and dying. Sylar died when Mohinder took my body into his apartment. He died with each stitch Mohinder sewed. Some ways seeing those scars makes Mohinder happy. Here he is. I'm sure he thinks. this one here. This one I saved. That is the reason he pulled me into bed the first time and every time after that.
That is why we are all here. Every man in this hovel was hurt and saved by one of the others. Claude's faded bullet wounds. The burns on Nathan's chest. The haunted pain in Hiro's eyes. So I kiss Mohinder because we are scarred and saved by each other. I pull myself up and grab Mohinder's shoulders. I get it now. Half the world was destroyed despite their best efforts and sacrifices so we seek comfort amongst saviors and murderous. It's poetic in a way. Sick in another.
But Mohinder licks my bottom lip and it doesn't make a difference anymore.
Bennet's hands are rough as they pin my shoulders down. Out eyes meet; we're trapped in an upside down star. I have a vague memory that belonged to Sylar once of a glass sheet between us. He wants to hurt me but Claude takes his hands and nibbles his neck.
Peter crawls onto my hips and Nathan is between my legs wrapping his arms around Peter again. Claude crawls over my body and hovers there was he captures Peter's lips in his own. Claude kisses Peter greedily. Nathan narrows his eyes toward Claude as he sinks his teeth into the skin of Peter's neck. Their eyes lock over the curve of white skin between them and the gaze is heated with anger and misguided lust.
I'm momentarily forgotten under the tangle of jealous men grappling for dominance of their prize. I can sense Bennet somewhere behind me sitting on the back of his heels and simply observing. Mohinder's eyes are glazed with lust as he slowly pumps his erection. When did he get over the guilt that once controlled all his movements? Hiro has his eyes squeezed shut and Ando's hand down his pants.
Bennet slips away from his watchman's post and pushes Claude to this side. He reaches me. He leans over and his lips ghost over the shell of my ear. “This will hurt.” A shuddering gasp escapes my lungs. “You will love it.” It says it like a threat and I know he means it that way. Everything short of fades. I feel his arms pulling me away from the others and the springs of another broken mattress digging into my back. I look back long enough to see Peter choose Mohinder and slid their bodies together. Then Bennet is pulling down my Pants and his breath is hot and dangerous against my skin. I have the brief absurd through that he planned this whole thing.
Later I'm standing on the balcony staring down the tattered skyline with the mixed sounds of explosions and moaning in my ears. Mohinder comes up and wraps his arms around my waist. I feel the weariness in his body when he sags against me. I'm in a borrowed coat and nothing else. I wonder what the wool feels like against his skin.
I'm painfully away of everything I've seen with Mohinder behind me. The first influx of abnormal weather. Wandering to the window wrapped in the same sheet to see lightening strike the sky. The apartment filling with smoke the next night. The floods and fires and Mohinder's hands digging into the fabric of my shirt. Finding Nathan alive with burns on his chest and Peter in his arms smelling like sea and smoke.
Mohinder kisses the back of my neck and Oh my god I tried to kill him once.
“Gabriel Gabriel.”
He always says my name twice.
I cant still feel Bennet all over my body. Mohinder smells like sex and Peter's shampoo. I don't even know when Peter had time to Shampoo his hair. Mohinder dips his hands below my waist. Fuck. Even after murders and spinal taps and the end of the fucking world we still make each other hard every time we touch.
Mohinder murmurs against my neck. I slip around in his arms and grab fist fulls of his curls. They feel greasy in my hands. Heavy. Warm. Tangled. I press against Mohinder and he simply drags his arms up to my shoulders and holds me against his chest. I look into the room over his shoulder and see Hiro curled up in Ando's lap asleep. Peter is wrapped around Nathan like a cat on his favorite pillow. Nathan still looks hard and cold in his sleep. I'm still surprised he doesn't feel like metal when I touch him. Bennet is somewhere with Claude arguing in heated whispers of trying to kill each other. Or undressing.
Underneath the other scents I smell Mohinder's own pure scent. Warm skin dusted with foreign spice. I understand Mohinder. There was never anything to fix with him. He fits together perfectly. He made mistakes, that's true. But even when your watch tells time perfectly you still show up late sometimes. The mess in the living room is a busted cuckoo clock that goes off randomly. I can't put the gears together in a way that makes sense.
Mohinder backs up slowly with me in his arms and leans against the wall. The tick-toc tick-toc hum of his heart against my chest is calming. It clears things up in my mind. He fits me and those messy bleary eyed men on the floor fit each other and somehow when we slip together it works.