Heroes fic: Countdown
Title: Countdown
Author: icalynn
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Word Count: 505
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: New Year's Resolution
Summary: Mohinder has an unexpected visitor on New Year's eve.
A/N: A ficlet written for the mylar_fic holiday prompt, New Year's Resolution. Beta'd by the lovely brandinsbabe <3
10
The door swings open with a bang, startling Mohinder and he glances up to see a dark figure looming in his doorway. It takes him only a nanosecond to recognize the dark menacing figure. Sylar.
9
Sylar's very presence knocks the air out of him-he's not supposed to be here. He's not supposed to know where Mohinder resides. His heart skips a beat and he feels the panic build within him as Sylar sets his sight on him, his prey.
8
Mohinder rushes to his feet as Sylar pauses momentarily before he enters into the room without asking permission. Not that he would.
Sylar stalks in as if he owns the place, and crosses over to Mohinder in two long strides as he stumbles over his feet in an attempt to get away.
7
But, it's too late.
He throws Mohinder against the wall, effectively pinning him. He tilts his head up, forcing Mohinder to look at him. Sylar wears a smug grin as if he knows that he has Mohinder cornered and he more than enjoys it, the sick bastard.
6
He feels paralyzed under Sylar's gaze. Every muscle in his body tenses and screams for him to do something, to fight this. But he can't help but crave more.
5
Sylar's fingers tighten and Mohinder can't help but arch up into the brutal touch against his neck. He opens his mouth to protest, but the words are lost as Sylar takes a step closer, pressing his body against his.
4
The sheer heat of Sylar's body pressed against Mohinder's is intoxicating. His eyes flutter close in expectation, but he quickly opens them and glares at him, trying to quell the building desire for Sylar. Mohinder wants to hate him, he needs to. His conscious won't allow otherwise.
3
All thoughts of sanity fly from his mind as Sylar's lips brush against his ear, Sylar's hot breath ghosting over his skin like a light caress. Mohinder exhales sharply and he holds his breath in expectation.
2
His heart squeezes tightly, skipping a beat as Sylar continues to gaze into his eyes. It feels as if hours have passed since he's invaded his home, his space-but, he knows it's only been a fraction of a second, after all it's almost midnight.
1
His lips sear against Mohinder's and he greedily opens his mouth for more. Their tongues battle for control as the kiss deepens. Mohinder needs this, he wants this. And he hates that once more he's succumbed to Sylar's brutal persuasion.
"Happy New Year," Sylar whispers against his lips and he finally posses the strength and sanity to push him away.
Sylar only smirks in reply, like he knows the power he has over him, "Until next time, doctor."
Mohinder groans, shaking his head, vowing that there won't be a next time. He almost makes it his New Year's resolution, but he's never been able to keep it in the years past and he doesn't want to fail again this year.
Author: icalynn
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Word Count: 505
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: New Year's Resolution
Summary: Mohinder has an unexpected visitor on New Year's eve.
A/N: A ficlet written for the mylar_fic holiday prompt, New Year's Resolution. Beta'd by the lovely brandinsbabe <3
10
The door swings open with a bang, startling Mohinder and he glances up to see a dark figure looming in his doorway. It takes him only a nanosecond to recognize the dark menacing figure. Sylar.
9
Sylar's very presence knocks the air out of him-he's not supposed to be here. He's not supposed to know where Mohinder resides. His heart skips a beat and he feels the panic build within him as Sylar sets his sight on him, his prey.
8
Mohinder rushes to his feet as Sylar pauses momentarily before he enters into the room without asking permission. Not that he would.
Sylar stalks in as if he owns the place, and crosses over to Mohinder in two long strides as he stumbles over his feet in an attempt to get away.
7
But, it's too late.
He throws Mohinder against the wall, effectively pinning him. He tilts his head up, forcing Mohinder to look at him. Sylar wears a smug grin as if he knows that he has Mohinder cornered and he more than enjoys it, the sick bastard.
6
He feels paralyzed under Sylar's gaze. Every muscle in his body tenses and screams for him to do something, to fight this. But he can't help but crave more.
5
Sylar's fingers tighten and Mohinder can't help but arch up into the brutal touch against his neck. He opens his mouth to protest, but the words are lost as Sylar takes a step closer, pressing his body against his.
4
The sheer heat of Sylar's body pressed against Mohinder's is intoxicating. His eyes flutter close in expectation, but he quickly opens them and glares at him, trying to quell the building desire for Sylar. Mohinder wants to hate him, he needs to. His conscious won't allow otherwise.
3
All thoughts of sanity fly from his mind as Sylar's lips brush against his ear, Sylar's hot breath ghosting over his skin like a light caress. Mohinder exhales sharply and he holds his breath in expectation.
2
His heart squeezes tightly, skipping a beat as Sylar continues to gaze into his eyes. It feels as if hours have passed since he's invaded his home, his space-but, he knows it's only been a fraction of a second, after all it's almost midnight.
1
His lips sear against Mohinder's and he greedily opens his mouth for more. Their tongues battle for control as the kiss deepens. Mohinder needs this, he wants this. And he hates that once more he's succumbed to Sylar's brutal persuasion.
"Happy New Year," Sylar whispers against his lips and he finally posses the strength and sanity to push him away.
Sylar only smirks in reply, like he knows the power he has over him, "Until next time, doctor."
Mohinder groans, shaking his head, vowing that there won't be a next time. He almost makes it his New Year's resolution, but he's never been able to keep it in the years past and he doesn't want to fail again this year.