Head Games
Title: Head Games
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Mohinder/Matt/Nathan
Rating: NC-17, noncon
Word Count: 1,576
Spoilers: Up through 3x18, “Exposed”
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
Author’s Notes: Written for the YAHAKM, for the prompt, “Matt/Mohinder/Nathan non-con (with Matt and Mohinder as the aggressors): they escape and take their revenge on Nathan for betraying them and locking them up.”
Summary: Revenge is a dish best served inside your head…
“He chained me to a chair Matt. He threatened Daphne would be killed if I didn’t help him,” Mohinder hissed.
Matt felt troubled. Mohinder almost didn’t need to be telling him this; he was getting it telepathically loud and clear. And Matt had his own reasons to be angry, plenty of them, from Daphne, to kidnapping and drugging, to nearly becoming a human bomb. And Nathan was responsible for all of it. He deserved punishment. They deserved revenge. But…
“Do we really need to do it this way?” Matt asked, looking over at Nathan, hands chained above his head, tube up his nose to keep him drugged and docile. Escaping hadn’t been easy, and capturing Nathan even less so, but right now they had the time and the privacy they needed for something they’d been wanting since this whole mess started.
“After what he did to you? To Daphne? To the rest of us? You said you wanted them to pay!”
“I do,” Matt said, his voice firmer. Mohinder’s anger, usually a mitigating thing, fuelled Matt’s own when he gave it free reign. Being chained up like an animal had driven him to a peak of rage Matt had never seen. He was like a wild-caught tiger suddenly given his freedom again; ready to strike out at anyone or anything that tried to capture him again.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“If you go after him like you are right now, you’re going to kill him,” Matt stated flatly. “We’ll do it my way.”
Mohinder thought that over for a split second. “Done. That’s as good as real for what he’s going to feel.”
Matt turned to stare at Nathan for a long minute, deliberately bringing up every single memory he could to bolster his anger. Every minute of lost freedom, every moment of pain and terror and fear, every certainty that things were never going to be the same because of what he’d done. He wanted Nathan to pay, to understand how helpless and horrible it felt to be a prisoner. And nothing but the most extreme methods of persuasion were going to convince Nathan Petrelli that what he had done was nothing less than completely wrong.
Then he took Mohinder’s hand, and broke into Nathan’s mind.
The sensations were utterly real, and other than the stronger lighting, it looked almost the same as where they’d left; an empty warehouse. Mohinder looked around doubtfully, but Matt nodded at him.
“We’re in.”
“That was fast.”
“He’s drugged,” Matt said flatly, remembering how that felt, when the world came at you through a haze of distortion, like being underwater. The sharp crack, the pain of the dart, and then, after a period of blackness, that god awful dizziness from the sedative… No, Matt wasn’t having trouble maintaining his anger now.
“What…? What did you do to me?” Nathan mumbled, eyes barely focusing on them. Matt and Mohinder turned to stare at Nathan as he awoke.
“Nothing more than you did to us,” Mohinder said, stalking up to Nathan and pulling his head back to he could look him in the eyes. Nathan’s focus wavered a little in the light, and then his eyes widened when he recognized Mohinder. He tried to scramble to his feet from his position on his knees, but as soon as he moved, Mohinder hit him.
Matt nearly felt the blow from several feet away, and knew Mohinder’s mental strength was giving him just as much power as his physical, even in this place. Nathan rocked back against the chains, cheek split open, eye already blackening, and shoulders wrenched from trying to keep him in place.
Then Matt realized he was hard, straining against his pants just from watching Mohinder strike Nathan with so much violence. This is bad, this is very, very bad… Matt thought faintly. Subconscious desires manifested so easily in this place; things that were usually kept tightly under wraps could be pushed out into the open with barely a directing thought.
Mohinder was oblivious for the time being, pulling Nathan’s head up again and hissing in his face.
"We need to know what you was thinking when you started this. We deserve an explanation.”
“Just… wanted to save you,” Nathan mumbled. Mohinder grabbed Nathan by the neck and lifted, bringing him clear of the ground.
“You accomplished nothing but getting people killed and letting all the wrong people know about us!” Mohinder yelled. Nathan’s eyes widened, and he tried to pull himself together.
“Would have happened… anyway. Better my way,” Nathan said, focusing on Mohinder.
“Your way?” Mohinder’s voice had turned deadly soft, and he dropped Nathan. Nathan barely stopped himself from cracking his knees open on the floor, but didn’t have the coordination to stand.
“Your way had us drugged and chained and helpless. You took away our freedom and our lives,” Matt said, stepping up behind Mohinder. He had to ignore these strange feelings to try to get what they were really after. “You made me into a terrorist in front of everyone!”
“Danko, that was Danko-.”
“You put him in charge! This is your fault,” Matt said.
“How this feels, right now? Being drugged and chained? That’s only half of what we felt,” Mohinder said, taking another step forward. “You don’t understand what it’s like to lose control of every part of your life.”
Mohinder, Matt realized, was also hard. He could see it through the thin material of his pants, which suddenly fluttered into nothingness, along with everyone’s clothes. Mohinder turned to stare at Matt with shock, and Matt gritted his teeth, trying to concentrate, to not let anything else slip.
Nathan actually had fear in his eyes when they advanced on him, Mohinder’s hardness now within easy reach of Nathan’s mouth. Matt had one hand on Mohinder’s shoulder, feeling the quiver of his muscles through his palm. He had never seen him so primed for violence, and Matt couldn’t suppress the shiver of arousal that ran through him, wrong as it was. He knew what was coming next for Nathan, and even through the haze of drugs, Nathan knew it too.
He tried to turn away, but Mohinder ruthlessly held Nathan’s head in place and forced his jaw open. Matt’s hand gripped into Mohinder’s skin hard as Mohinder fed himself in Nathan’s mouth, inch by inch. Nathan’s breathing became erratic, and then desperate as Mohinder pressed himself in to the root.
Fuck, ooooooh fuck, Matt thought, realizing what this was doing to him. Watching Mohinder take that kind of command was sorely testing Matt’s control.
Nathan’s eyes grew desperate, and became liquid with tears as Mohinder held himself there, half-choking off his air.
“This is what it felt like,” Mohinder said, his tone very dangerous. “Being at someone else’s mercy. Knowing that even the air you breathe is at their whim. Do you understand that?”
Nathan moaned, making a sound that might have been an attempt at agreement, but the vibrations traveled right through Mohinder, and he thrust in hard. Gagging, Nathan tried to pull back, but Mohinder only let him go as far as he needed to get a scrap of air. Finally, the look of arrogance, of certainty, was completely gone from Nathan’s face. Finally he was looking at them in fear instead of calculation.
“God…” Matt hissed. His control slipped another notch, and Matt clasped his own erection, hand pumping it hard, aiming it at Nathan’s face. He had never had this kind of power over anyone before, but Mohinder’s anger and Nathan’s fear were fuelling his power trip as nothing else had ever done.
Mohinder caught Matt’s drift at once, and thrust steadily into Nathan’s mouth, holding him firmly by the hair.
“No more power Nathan. No more lies,” Mohinder said, his voice growing ragged as he climax approached. Matt could feel it through Mohinder’s body, every quiver and fiber easy for him to read in this place. In here, everything would happen on Matt’s time, and he chose the moment for maximum impact.
“Just the truth.”
Nathan gagged as Mohinder overflowed into his mouth, and shut his eyes as Matt’s semen painted his face. When they pulled back, Nathan only hung his head and coughed weakly. Mohinder’s rage was only partially satisfied, and Matt quickly pulled him into a savage kiss, something that he would never indulge with in the waking world.
“It’s done, he won’t lie to us now,” Matt promised, staring hard into Mohinder’s dark eyes. “He’s scared of you now. Of both of us.”
“Will he remember this?” Mohinder asked. Matt wasn’t sure if he would be appreciative or disappointed if Nathan didn’t.
“Not everything, but he’ll remember how he feels. How angry we were,” Matt promised. How incredible you looked, standing over him, in command…
“Then that’s enough. Time to wake up.”
Matt turned back to Nathan and prepared to drop his trance, when Mohinder suddenly touched his face.
“I love everything about you. No matter what,” he said, seemingly out of the blue. Matt lifted his chin, knowing that lies didn’t work here, and nodded in acknowledgement.
“You too,” Matt promised.
With a blink, reality returned in a rush, and Nathan, clothed and clean in the real world, had tears running down his face.
“I’ll tell you anything,” he was whispering.
Mohinder and Matt knelt down next to him, and Nathan looked up at them, his expression fearful and open.
“Then let’s start with the truth.”
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Mohinder/Matt/Nathan
Rating: NC-17, noncon
Word Count: 1,576
Spoilers: Up through 3x18, “Exposed”
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
Author’s Notes: Written for the YAHAKM, for the prompt, “Matt/Mohinder/Nathan non-con (with Matt and Mohinder as the aggressors): they escape and take their revenge on Nathan for betraying them and locking them up.”
Summary: Revenge is a dish best served inside your head…
“He chained me to a chair Matt. He threatened Daphne would be killed if I didn’t help him,” Mohinder hissed.
Matt felt troubled. Mohinder almost didn’t need to be telling him this; he was getting it telepathically loud and clear. And Matt had his own reasons to be angry, plenty of them, from Daphne, to kidnapping and drugging, to nearly becoming a human bomb. And Nathan was responsible for all of it. He deserved punishment. They deserved revenge. But…
“Do we really need to do it this way?” Matt asked, looking over at Nathan, hands chained above his head, tube up his nose to keep him drugged and docile. Escaping hadn’t been easy, and capturing Nathan even less so, but right now they had the time and the privacy they needed for something they’d been wanting since this whole mess started.
“After what he did to you? To Daphne? To the rest of us? You said you wanted them to pay!”
“I do,” Matt said, his voice firmer. Mohinder’s anger, usually a mitigating thing, fuelled Matt’s own when he gave it free reign. Being chained up like an animal had driven him to a peak of rage Matt had never seen. He was like a wild-caught tiger suddenly given his freedom again; ready to strike out at anyone or anything that tried to capture him again.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“If you go after him like you are right now, you’re going to kill him,” Matt stated flatly. “We’ll do it my way.”
Mohinder thought that over for a split second. “Done. That’s as good as real for what he’s going to feel.”
Matt turned to stare at Nathan for a long minute, deliberately bringing up every single memory he could to bolster his anger. Every minute of lost freedom, every moment of pain and terror and fear, every certainty that things were never going to be the same because of what he’d done. He wanted Nathan to pay, to understand how helpless and horrible it felt to be a prisoner. And nothing but the most extreme methods of persuasion were going to convince Nathan Petrelli that what he had done was nothing less than completely wrong.
Then he took Mohinder’s hand, and broke into Nathan’s mind.
The sensations were utterly real, and other than the stronger lighting, it looked almost the same as where they’d left; an empty warehouse. Mohinder looked around doubtfully, but Matt nodded at him.
“We’re in.”
“That was fast.”
“He’s drugged,” Matt said flatly, remembering how that felt, when the world came at you through a haze of distortion, like being underwater. The sharp crack, the pain of the dart, and then, after a period of blackness, that god awful dizziness from the sedative… No, Matt wasn’t having trouble maintaining his anger now.
“What…? What did you do to me?” Nathan mumbled, eyes barely focusing on them. Matt and Mohinder turned to stare at Nathan as he awoke.
“Nothing more than you did to us,” Mohinder said, stalking up to Nathan and pulling his head back to he could look him in the eyes. Nathan’s focus wavered a little in the light, and then his eyes widened when he recognized Mohinder. He tried to scramble to his feet from his position on his knees, but as soon as he moved, Mohinder hit him.
Matt nearly felt the blow from several feet away, and knew Mohinder’s mental strength was giving him just as much power as his physical, even in this place. Nathan rocked back against the chains, cheek split open, eye already blackening, and shoulders wrenched from trying to keep him in place.
Then Matt realized he was hard, straining against his pants just from watching Mohinder strike Nathan with so much violence. This is bad, this is very, very bad… Matt thought faintly. Subconscious desires manifested so easily in this place; things that were usually kept tightly under wraps could be pushed out into the open with barely a directing thought.
Mohinder was oblivious for the time being, pulling Nathan’s head up again and hissing in his face.
"We need to know what you was thinking when you started this. We deserve an explanation.”
“Just… wanted to save you,” Nathan mumbled. Mohinder grabbed Nathan by the neck and lifted, bringing him clear of the ground.
“You accomplished nothing but getting people killed and letting all the wrong people know about us!” Mohinder yelled. Nathan’s eyes widened, and he tried to pull himself together.
“Would have happened… anyway. Better my way,” Nathan said, focusing on Mohinder.
“Your way?” Mohinder’s voice had turned deadly soft, and he dropped Nathan. Nathan barely stopped himself from cracking his knees open on the floor, but didn’t have the coordination to stand.
“Your way had us drugged and chained and helpless. You took away our freedom and our lives,” Matt said, stepping up behind Mohinder. He had to ignore these strange feelings to try to get what they were really after. “You made me into a terrorist in front of everyone!”
“Danko, that was Danko-.”
“You put him in charge! This is your fault,” Matt said.
“How this feels, right now? Being drugged and chained? That’s only half of what we felt,” Mohinder said, taking another step forward. “You don’t understand what it’s like to lose control of every part of your life.”
Mohinder, Matt realized, was also hard. He could see it through the thin material of his pants, which suddenly fluttered into nothingness, along with everyone’s clothes. Mohinder turned to stare at Matt with shock, and Matt gritted his teeth, trying to concentrate, to not let anything else slip.
Nathan actually had fear in his eyes when they advanced on him, Mohinder’s hardness now within easy reach of Nathan’s mouth. Matt had one hand on Mohinder’s shoulder, feeling the quiver of his muscles through his palm. He had never seen him so primed for violence, and Matt couldn’t suppress the shiver of arousal that ran through him, wrong as it was. He knew what was coming next for Nathan, and even through the haze of drugs, Nathan knew it too.
He tried to turn away, but Mohinder ruthlessly held Nathan’s head in place and forced his jaw open. Matt’s hand gripped into Mohinder’s skin hard as Mohinder fed himself in Nathan’s mouth, inch by inch. Nathan’s breathing became erratic, and then desperate as Mohinder pressed himself in to the root.
Fuck, ooooooh fuck, Matt thought, realizing what this was doing to him. Watching Mohinder take that kind of command was sorely testing Matt’s control.
Nathan’s eyes grew desperate, and became liquid with tears as Mohinder held himself there, half-choking off his air.
“This is what it felt like,” Mohinder said, his tone very dangerous. “Being at someone else’s mercy. Knowing that even the air you breathe is at their whim. Do you understand that?”
Nathan moaned, making a sound that might have been an attempt at agreement, but the vibrations traveled right through Mohinder, and he thrust in hard. Gagging, Nathan tried to pull back, but Mohinder only let him go as far as he needed to get a scrap of air. Finally, the look of arrogance, of certainty, was completely gone from Nathan’s face. Finally he was looking at them in fear instead of calculation.
“God…” Matt hissed. His control slipped another notch, and Matt clasped his own erection, hand pumping it hard, aiming it at Nathan’s face. He had never had this kind of power over anyone before, but Mohinder’s anger and Nathan’s fear were fuelling his power trip as nothing else had ever done.
Mohinder caught Matt’s drift at once, and thrust steadily into Nathan’s mouth, holding him firmly by the hair.
“No more power Nathan. No more lies,” Mohinder said, his voice growing ragged as he climax approached. Matt could feel it through Mohinder’s body, every quiver and fiber easy for him to read in this place. In here, everything would happen on Matt’s time, and he chose the moment for maximum impact.
“Just the truth.”
Nathan gagged as Mohinder overflowed into his mouth, and shut his eyes as Matt’s semen painted his face. When they pulled back, Nathan only hung his head and coughed weakly. Mohinder’s rage was only partially satisfied, and Matt quickly pulled him into a savage kiss, something that he would never indulge with in the waking world.
“It’s done, he won’t lie to us now,” Matt promised, staring hard into Mohinder’s dark eyes. “He’s scared of you now. Of both of us.”
“Will he remember this?” Mohinder asked. Matt wasn’t sure if he would be appreciative or disappointed if Nathan didn’t.
“Not everything, but he’ll remember how he feels. How angry we were,” Matt promised. How incredible you looked, standing over him, in command…
“Then that’s enough. Time to wake up.”
Matt turned back to Nathan and prepared to drop his trance, when Mohinder suddenly touched his face.
“I love everything about you. No matter what,” he said, seemingly out of the blue. Matt lifted his chin, knowing that lies didn’t work here, and nodded in acknowledgement.
“You too,” Matt promised.
With a blink, reality returned in a rush, and Nathan, clothed and clean in the real world, had tears running down his face.
“I’ll tell you anything,” he was whispering.
Mohinder and Matt knelt down next to him, and Nathan looked up at them, his expression fearful and open.
“Then let’s start with the truth.”