Fic: A Touch of Spice
Title: A Touch of Spice
Author:
kimmi_watch
Summary: Matt wants to try something to spice up his relationship with Mohinder but it doesn’t work as planned.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just playing with them for laughs.
Rating: PG-13. There’s sexual references but nothing bad.
Notes: This turned out way longer than I anticipated. I started with writing out the fantasies and then tried to decide which ones to put in and couldn’t part with any of them so they all went in. This is my first thing I’m posting on LJ, my first slash story I’ve written and my first Heroes fanfic that I feel is good enough to post. Please be kind. Oh yeah, this is a humour fic, please don't feel like I'm attacking any pairings because I'm not, it's all for laughs.
Mohinder was sitting on the bed, his shirt off and wearing only his boxers. He was reading over a report, totally engrossed in it and not noticing anything about their surroundings. He'd just run what, in his mind, was a very successful meeting that contained the people that had come into his life because of his father's research.
Both Petrelli brothers and their mother had been there, listening intently to his warnings that the virus might return. Claire and Noah Bennet had attended, both seeming engrossed in the fact that Claire's blood may have to be used in great quantities. Hiro Nakamura and his friend Ando had come along, seemingly thinking very hard about what would happen if the virus did return. Niki and Monica had come, bringing Micah with them, which was useful for keeping Molly busy while the adults talked. Maya had been hanging around, hanging off everything he said, obviously worried about this threatening her life. Even Bob and Elle and Adam had come along, the three of them knowing a lot about the virus and pleased with his findings. Peter had told him that the invisible man Claude had even come along to listen and The Haitian had been standing by a wall, silently taking everything in.
All in all he'd thought it had gone extremely well.
"Molly's fast asleep." Matt said, climbing into bed with him and wrapping his arms around his stomach, nuzzling his shoulder. "So I was thinking..." He started, moving to kiss along Mohinder's neck.
"Hmm?" Mohinder asked, still staring intently at the report in his hands. Matt nodded, sliding his hand up and down Mohinder's chest.
"I was reading an article today." He told him. Mohinder scrunched up his nose, still not taking his eyes off his report.
"An article?" He repeated. Matt nodded, moving closer to him, pressing his chest against Mohinder’s back.
"On how to spice up a relationship." He told him, still kissing his neck. That caught Mohinder's attention. He lowered the report and looked at Matt.
"Does our relationship need spicing up?" He asked. Matt shrugged.
"The article said that you should always try new things to keep a relationship fresh. I don't want this relationship to get stale, Mohinder. I've already been there before and I don't want that to happen here." He told him, his eyes shining. Mohinder sighed. He understood why Matt was worried but Mohinder wasn't Janice, he wasn't about to sleep with some other man just because their relationship was hitting a rough spot. Besides, their relationship wasn't in a rough spot; it was perfect as far as he was concerned.
"What exactly is this new thing you want to try? I warn you, I'm bendy but not too bendy." He told him matter-of-factly. Matt stared at him for a moment before chuckling.
"It's nothing like that." He told him, shaking his head. "The article was about role-playing." Matt said, grinning broadly. Mohinder blinked then shook his head.
"But I don't want to make love to anyone but you." He told him plainly. "Why would I want to pretend that you're someone else?" He asked. Matt sighed.
"It's not like that. We still know we're making love to each other but we just... act out a scenario, our fantasies." He told him. Mohinder thought about it for a moment. He wasn't sure about this. Matt was the man he loved, he didn't want to feel like Matt was thinking he was someone else. But Matt was staring at him, his eyes wide and pleading, and Mohinder knew he couldn't say no to him.
"Okay." He relented and Matt broke out into a huge smile making Mohinder's heart melt. "What scenario did you have in mind?" He asked. Matt's face fell.
"Well I was kind of hoping you'd have one. I've never done this before and you just seem more creative than me." He told him. Mohinder sighed. This was Matt's idea yet he was the one it was falling to come up with the scenario. So not fair.
"I have absolutely no idea." He told him and Matt's face fell even more. Mohinder sighed. "Surely you can think of something." He suggested. Matt sighed and thought things over. Suddenly he remembered something and broke into a grin again.
"Well I did overhear a whole heap of fantasies at today's meeting." He told him. "Maybe we can act out one of them." Mohinder nodded before realising something.
"Wait, people were fantasizing at the meeting today?" He asked, his voice rising. "I thought they were listening to me." He said, pouting. Matt groaned internally and knew he had to amend the situation if he wanted sex.
"They were. But you have a super sexy voice. People can't help but slip into fantasies while listening to you speak." He told him soothingly. Mohinder nodded but was still pouting inside. Apparently the meeting hadn't gone as well as he'd thought.
"Fine then. What should we try?" He snapped, wanting to get this over with so he could plot out another meeting where he would make them listen to him properly. Matt ignored Mohinder's biting tone, seeing that he was plotting something, and thought back to what he'd overheard earlier. His face brightened as he remembered one.
"Okay, how about this; you're the cute non-slutty cheerleader and I'm the older emo guy who saved you from a murdering psychopath trying to kill you. Our love is forbidden but we can't help ourselves and make love." Matt said. Mohinder stared at him for a moment.
"Who was thinking that?" He asked. Matt frowned in confusion, not knowing why it mattered.
"Claire was." He told him. Mohinder's eyes widened.
"My God, I hope that didn't actually happen." He said, shaking his head. Matt frowned in confusion before realising who the emo guy was. His eyes widened and he shook his head.
"Okay, bad one to choose. I'll pick another one. You strip for me in a hotel room. I'm a married man and you're married too but we need this night together." He said, trying to sound sexy. Mohinder frowned again, obviously wanting to know whose that was. "Nathan was thinking about it. Actually, now that I think about it, it kind of sounded more like a memory than a fantasy. I wonder who the woman was." He said, ponderingly. Mohinder shrugged.
"With Nathan, it could be anyone." Matt snorted and nodded.
"Sometimes... I want his life." He admitted and Mohinder rolled his eyes. "Okay, how about this. I'm a samurai warrior and you're my princess. We make love in a field of cherry blossoms." Mohinder snorted.
"Hiro?" He asked. Matt sighed and nodded. This was not going how he'd hoped it would.
"You're one of my followers who thinks we can heal the world and you'll do whatever I want you to?" He asked. Mohinder frowned in confusion, having no idea who that could have come from.
"Who on Earth was thinking that?" He asked. Matt shrugged.
"It was Adam." He told him. Mohinder shook his head.
"Not going to happen." Matt sighed.
"Fine. What about this; you're my snarky partner who constantly treats me like a rookie, but we're all alone in a hotel room a long way from home and give into our desires." He said. Mohinder chuckled.
"Is that your one?" He asked, thinking it sounded like something a cop would think, cuddling up to him and kissing his lover on the cheek. Matt shook his head.
"No, it was Bennet's." Mohinder's eyes widened and he shook his head.
"I don't think acting out a fantasy of the man I killed then brought back to life is a very good idea." Matt nodded.
"Okay. So I guess you wouldn't want either of his other two fantasies either." Mohinder stared at Matt for a moment.
"He had more than one fantasy?" He asked. Matt nodded.
"He wasn't the only one. Most people did." Mohinder's eyes widened.
"Wh-what were the others?" He asked, knowing it was wrong to know this but curious nonetheless. Matt shrugged.
"Well one of them was about being a married couple who are making love without the damn dog in the room for a change." Matt said, chuckling. "And if you'd ever been to his house you'd get that one. The other one was about a mysterious man who has abducted someone from a bar. We're in a room bathed in blue light and... wait a minute, that kind of sounds familiar but I can't figure out why..." Matt said, looking up and trying to figure out if that scenario had been in a movie or something.
"What about Nathan, did he have any more?" Mohinder asked to get Matt's mind off the scenario obviously bothering him. Matt nodded.
"Yeah. Uh, I'm a superhero called Flying Man and you're my adoring foreign fan who worships me. You don't speak English very well but I teach you a few dirty things as you go down on me in a limo." Mohinder stifled a laugh as he could easily picture who that was about. "And the other one was I'm the older more steady man and you're the younger, more flighty man. I take complete control of the situation but you're really the one in charge because you have me wrapped around your little finger." He told him. Mohinder's eyes widened.
"I always thought Nathan and Peter were a little... too close." Matt nodded. It was obvious who that one was about. Both of them were starting to have fun with this now.
"Okay, Hiro as inspiration. You're a samurai warrior and I'm teaching you how to become the man you should be." Matt said, puffing his chest out. Mohinder chuckled.
"I always wondered about Hiro's time with Adam in the past." Matt snickered and nodded.
"Or how about this one, we're in a diner. Everyone else is frozen in time but us. We make love on the diner counter." He told him. Mohinder frowned.
"That one seems... too personal." Matt nodded, agreeing completely.
"Okay, back to Claire then. We're flying together in the air and..." Mohinder's eyes widened and he felt like throwing up.
"That's just disgusting." He said, shaking his head. Matt frowned, not getting why he was so grossed out.
"What's wrong?" He asked. Mohinder stared at him like he was nuts.
"Nathan is Claire's father. She shouldn't be fantasizing about him." Matt rolled his eyes.
"That guy she's been seeing in California, West, he can fly too." He told him. Mohinder nodded, feeling stupid all of a sudden.
"Oh." He said quietly. Matt nodded.
"It was obviously about him..." He started but screwed up his face as he realised he hadn't really gotten enough information to be sure. "I think." He added before shuddering and deciding to move on. "How about I'm the cheerleader and you're the guy trying to kill me. My love and my touch can cure you of your murderous ways." Matt recited from his memory of her fantasy. Mohinder's eyes widened.
"That's obviously about Sylar. You want us to role-play that I'm Sylar?" He asked. Matt blanched and shook his head immediately.
"No. Sorry, wasn't thinking. Okay, let's move onto Elle." He suggested. Mohinder's eyes widened. Elle seemed to have a crush on all of the guys she met so who knew what she'd been fantasizing about.
"I work for the Company that has you captured even though you think you're here because you want to be. I zap you all the time but you can take it. You give me my first kiss and then we go all the way." Matt told him. Mohinder shook his head so Matt ploughed on. "You're the man my father fears but you've got a hot English accent and you're totally hot and you have four hundred years worth of knowledge and thirty years worth of sexual tension to work out..." Matt said. Mohinder's eyes widened.
"I thought Elle was sitting particularly close to Adam tonight." Matt shrugged. He remembered Elle's last fantasy and cracked a grin, sliding closer to his lover.
"How about you're my new partner with an exotic accent. You seem totally gay, but we'll change it to straight for our purposes, I turn you gay for me." He said, moving his eyebrows up and down. Mohinder snorted and shook his head, pushing Matt away.
"I'm slightly scared that she's thinking that." He admitted. Matt shrugged.
"She can think that all she wants. You are totally gay for me and that's not going to change any time soon." He said sweetly. Mohinder rolled his eyes.
"That's not as sweet as it sounds in your head, Matthew." He told him dryly. Matt shrugged and decided to continue trying to find the right fantasy to try out.
"Let's try Ando. You're an internet stripper whose site I'm a frequent visitor to. I go to meet you and you fall hopelessly in love with me." Matt said. Mohinder shook his head so Matt tried again. "You're my best friend's sister, but we'll change that to brother if you want." Matt said, pausing to see what he'd say. Mohinder stared at him for a moment, letting Matt know that there would be no cross-dressing in this thing. Matt nodded and continued. "We see each other again after a long time apart and we have wild sex." He said. Mohinder shook his head.
"I'm not liking any of these." Matt sighed and nodded. He wasn't feeling turned on either.
"Okay, how about this. You're my best friend and even though it's forbidden, we've been cramped in a damn Nissan Versa for far too long..." Matt trailed off and Mohinder's mouth flapped open and closed for a moment.
"Do you really think that happened?" He asked. Matt snorted and shrugged.
"I don't know. Neither of them really give me a gay vibe because Ando likes everything in a skirt and Hiro's reportedly been crazy in love with women twice recently. But then again I was married and seemed to be a completely straight man until I met you, so who knows." He said, shrugging. Mohinder shrugged too, wondering why Matt had only said that he'd seemed straight before their relationship had started and hadn't added Mohinder to that. Mohinder had been engaged to a woman in India and had had lusty eyes and a kiss with Eden... that had to mean more than the fact that he stood a little too close to Peter and was travelling around in a cramped car with Sylar who he thought was Zane. They'd always gotten separate rooms so didn't that mean something? Okay, maybe not.
"Try someone else." He suggested. Matt sighed and nodded.
"Okay, you're the new pup the Company has placed as my partner. I love to bait you and you bite back one day in a hotel room a long way from home." He said, a bad impersonation of an English accent creeping into his voice unbidden. Mohinder rose his eyebrows but was obviously not impressed.
"Who was that?" He asked. Matt shrugged.
"I don't know. The voice didn't sound familiar and I couldn't place who it was." He said, shrugging. "How about this one; you're the pup who wants to be trained how to use your powers. I beat you up with a stick and kiss the wounds better." Mohinder realised who it was at that but Matt was still confused. "You don't think it was the Haitian, do you? Does he sound like that? I've never heard him speak." Mohinder rolled his eyes.
"No, the Haitian doesn't sound like that. He's from Haiti, Matt, they don't sound English there." He pointed out. Matt nodded, realising how stupid that had been to ask. "Judging by that last fantasy I'd say that it was Claude, the invisible man who trained Peter." Matt nodded, realisation dawning on his face.
"Right, of course. Well how about the Haitian then. You're the man I work with and purple really suits you..." Matt trailed off, realising something. "You've probably got something purple to wear so that could work." Mohinder rolled his eyes and shook his head. Never mind the fact that he did have something purple in his closet. Matt sighed. "Fine then, how about you're the daughter, or son, of the man I work with and I'm standing in your closet... wait that sounds really creepy. What would a grown man be doing standing in some girls closet? Let's pretend I never said that." He pleaded. Mohinder nodded.
"Can we give up now and just have plain boring old sex?" He asked, trying to squirm closer to his lover. Matt's eyes widened at hearing their lovemaking being described as plain and boring and old. He was now more adamant that they do this to spice up what was obviously an unfulfilling sex life for Mohinder.
"No, we're going to do this. I'll try Adam. He had plenty." He told him, getting a maniacal glint in his eye. "You're my princess who made me think you were in love with another man so we could have angry sex but you really love me." He tried. There was no reaction so he tried again. "You're the man who came back to the past to help me become the man I should become. You make it seem like you're in love with the princess I'm supposed to love but you're really in love with me." Mohinder rose an eyebrow at that.
"Okay, now I'm certain. Something happened between Hiro and Adam in the past." Matt chuckled and shrugged.
"You're the hot wife of one of my followers who comes to visit me in the cell my followers have locked me in." He suggested, getting back to the suggestions. Mohinder shook his head, so he tried again. "You're the son of two of my followers who gets placed in the cell next to me who I can easily control with sweet words and promises." He tried. Mohinder frowned.
"Poor Peter." He muttered and Matt groaned. That was not the direction he wanted to go.
"You're the daughter of one of my followers who is a little deranged and is willing to try some kinky stuff." He tried. Mohinder shook his head. Matt sighed. "Okay fine. We both heal so think of the possibilities..." Matt trailed off, shaking his head. "Wait, that mightn't have been a fantasy so much as Adam trying to mentally project that thought into Claire's head. Scratch that one." Mohinder rolled his eyes.
"Matt, can't we just have sex?" He asked, running a hand up and down Matt's leg. Matt ignored him and continued trying.
"Maya." Matt muttered, remembering her fantasies. "You're marrying another woman but I've always been the only woman in your life and that's the way it will stay." He said, realising he was making himself the woman in the scenario but not caring. Mohinder shook his head so he tried again. "You're the sweet hitch hiker I've picked up... wait, that's probably Sylar, forget that one. You're the man who brought me back to life and to repay you I will give you the greatest gift one person can give to another, physical love." He said, his voice slipping into a bad impersonation of a Mexican accent without meaning to. Mohinder's eyebrows rose.
"Matt, that's about me. Maybe we should talk to her, let her know that isn't going to happen." Matt frowned and nodded but would not be distracted from his task.
"Niki's was boring. We're a normal couple having normal sex without another personality creeping out." He muttered. Mohinder's face brightened.
"That one. Let's do that one." He said, pulling Matt's t-shirt up. Matt sighed and ignored him.
"Bob's was just disturbing." He muttered again and that caught Mohinder's attention.
"What was Bob's?" He asked; realising that having some information on his boss would not be a bad thing. Matt screwed up his face.
"One word. Sheep." He told him. Mohinder's eyes widened and he stared at his boyfriend dumbfounded. Matt nodded, a look of disgust on his face, before continuing. "Okay, how about this one. You're the sexy Indian scientist who helps me make sense of my new ability. You're observing me one day and we start to make love." Mohinder's face brightened but Matt shook his head. "No, too close to reality." He muttered. Mohinder frowned.
"I want that one." He said, pouting slightly. "Can't we do that one?" He asked. Matt shook his head and Mohinder sighed, moving to the other side of the bed. He wasn't going to be having any sex at this rate.
"Whose was that by the way?" He asked. Matt was lost in his thoughts but still answered.
"Monica's." He answered distractedly. Mohinder cringed but nodded. What was with all these different people fantasizing about him? Why had these people had so many fantasies when he was talking? Were these people all sex fiends? That's certainly what it sounded like.
"Okay, last ditch effort here. Angela Petrelli." Matt said, sighing. "You're the hot four hundred year old man my husband adores." He said before shaking his head. "You're the Japanese business man my husband is friends with." He tried but that still didn't seem to fit. "You're the mob boss my husband is associated with." He muttered before frowning. "You're the man whose touch can turn things to gold... that my husband is friends with." He tried. Mohinder's eyes widened.
"Mrs. Petrelli either has a very active imagination... or she got around." He said. Matt didn't even hear him.
"You're the mind reader my husband is friends with..." He trailed off, his eyes widening as he realised what he'd just said and what that meant. "Okay now I'm officially disgusted. No role-playing tonight." He said, shuddering slightly and wondering if he could get the Haitian 'round the erase that memory from his mind or if he should just shove a screwdriver through his brain. Mohinder brightened up.
"Can we just have sex then?" He asked hopefully. Matt's eyes widened and he jumped off the bed.
"No. No way. After I just thought of that?" He shuddered and shook his head. "Nope, no sex tonight... and possibly no sex for the next week... month... year. No more sex ever again!" He announced before storming from the room. Mohinder was left sitting in the bed, staring after his lover, his mouth agape. After a few minutes he scrambled from the bed and hurried to the living room, finding Matt sitting on the couch, flicking through channels and muttering to himself.
"Matt, you can't be serious!" He half shrieked, remembering to keep his voice down so he didn't wake Molly. Matt nodded.
"I am serious. How would you like it if you just discovered your father slept with Angela Petrelli? Or at least that she fantasised about it." He shuddered again and shook his head, focussing on the television again. Mohinder shrugged and moved to sit next to his partner.
"With Angela Petrelli... apparently that could be the case." He stated matter-of-factly. Matt rolled his eyes and turned to Mohinder.
"I'm sorry. Do you mind if we just sit here for a while so that gets out of my head?" Mohinder nodded, wrapping his arms around the larger man.
"Take as long as you like. And don't worry; we don't have to have sex tonight if you don't want to." He assured him. "But if we're never going to have sex again you have to tell me because I plan on holding a wake for my dearly departed excellent sex life." Mohinder told him seriously and Matt couldn't help but chuckle.
"Excellent sex life you say?" He asked. Mohinder grinned and nodded.
"Oh yes. Extremely excellent. Bone meltingly excellent. Oh-my-God-I'd-scream-if-our-daughter-wasn't-close-by excellent. This-must-be-what-heaven-feels-like excellent." He told him. Matt blushed but couldn't help but smile.
"You're not bad yourself." Matt told him and Mohinder snorted. They cuddled up together on the couch and sat in silence for a while. Matt's hands started wandering after a few minutes and Mohinder had a feeling he was going to get lucky after all.
"Matt, you never mentioned any of Peter's fantasies." Mohinder pointed out suddenly. Matt frowned in confusion. He realised what he was talking about and nodded.
"Oh, yeah, I didn't. That's because he didn't have any." Matt explained, shrugging. He moved to nuzzle Mohinder's neck. Mohinder's eyes widened. Could it be possible that someone had actually been listening to him? If so that would make Peter the only one because Matt had obviously been spying on other people's minds instead of listening to him.
"What was he thinking?" He asked. Matt pulled back, feeling a little frustrated that he was feeling frisky again and Mohinder wanted to sink back into this.
"Well he was listening to you." He explained, shrugging. Mohinder's face brightened, pleased with this news. "Well that and he was thinking about cheese." He told him, diving back into Mohinder's neck.
"Cheese?" Mohinder asked in confusion. Matt pulled back again and shrugged.
"Yeah, cheese." He confirmed. "You know Peter; he's always been a little oblivious. I doubt it even occurred to him to fantasize instead of listening to you." Matt said, shrugging. Mohinder couldn't help but chuckle, realising that was probably true. "Now come on, I'm thinking we get back to bed and postpone that wake you were planning on throwing." Matt said, wiggling his eyebrows and shutting off the TV. Mohinder chuckled and let Matt pull him up and drag him into their room.
After they were done making love and were basking in the afterglow, Mohinder turned to Matt thoughtfully.
"You know what; I don't think your idea of role-playing was that bad. Maybe we could try it another time." He suggested. Matt's eyes widened.
"I don't know about that. I was almost scarred for life with that." He reminded him. Mohinder rolled his eyes.
"Well we'll come up with our own scenarios instead of stealing other people's fantasies." He told him. Matt shrugged.
"Oh. Okay then. If you can think of something." He said, remembering that that had been their problem in the first place. Mohinder smiled brightly and cuddled up to his lover.
"Well, I have this one fantasy that starts with me being stuck to the ceiling..."
Authors Note: So, I hope you liked it. If you did, please feel free to tell me. I think most of the fantasies are clear but if you couldn’t figure out who any of them are just ask and I’ll clear it up for you. :)
Author:
kimmi_watch
Summary: Matt wants to try something to spice up his relationship with Mohinder but it doesn’t work as planned.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just playing with them for laughs.
Rating: PG-13. There’s sexual references but nothing bad.
Notes: This turned out way longer than I anticipated. I started with writing out the fantasies and then tried to decide which ones to put in and couldn’t part with any of them so they all went in. This is my first thing I’m posting on LJ, my first slash story I’ve written and my first Heroes fanfic that I feel is good enough to post. Please be kind. Oh yeah, this is a humour fic, please don't feel like I'm attacking any pairings because I'm not, it's all for laughs.
Mohinder was sitting on the bed, his shirt off and wearing only his boxers. He was reading over a report, totally engrossed in it and not noticing anything about their surroundings. He'd just run what, in his mind, was a very successful meeting that contained the people that had come into his life because of his father's research.
Both Petrelli brothers and their mother had been there, listening intently to his warnings that the virus might return. Claire and Noah Bennet had attended, both seeming engrossed in the fact that Claire's blood may have to be used in great quantities. Hiro Nakamura and his friend Ando had come along, seemingly thinking very hard about what would happen if the virus did return. Niki and Monica had come, bringing Micah with them, which was useful for keeping Molly busy while the adults talked. Maya had been hanging around, hanging off everything he said, obviously worried about this threatening her life. Even Bob and Elle and Adam had come along, the three of them knowing a lot about the virus and pleased with his findings. Peter had told him that the invisible man Claude had even come along to listen and The Haitian had been standing by a wall, silently taking everything in.
All in all he'd thought it had gone extremely well.
"Molly's fast asleep." Matt said, climbing into bed with him and wrapping his arms around his stomach, nuzzling his shoulder. "So I was thinking..." He started, moving to kiss along Mohinder's neck.
"Hmm?" Mohinder asked, still staring intently at the report in his hands. Matt nodded, sliding his hand up and down Mohinder's chest.
"I was reading an article today." He told him. Mohinder scrunched up his nose, still not taking his eyes off his report.
"An article?" He repeated. Matt nodded, moving closer to him, pressing his chest against Mohinder’s back.
"On how to spice up a relationship." He told him, still kissing his neck. That caught Mohinder's attention. He lowered the report and looked at Matt.
"Does our relationship need spicing up?" He asked. Matt shrugged.
"The article said that you should always try new things to keep a relationship fresh. I don't want this relationship to get stale, Mohinder. I've already been there before and I don't want that to happen here." He told him, his eyes shining. Mohinder sighed. He understood why Matt was worried but Mohinder wasn't Janice, he wasn't about to sleep with some other man just because their relationship was hitting a rough spot. Besides, their relationship wasn't in a rough spot; it was perfect as far as he was concerned.
"What exactly is this new thing you want to try? I warn you, I'm bendy but not too bendy." He told him matter-of-factly. Matt stared at him for a moment before chuckling.
"It's nothing like that." He told him, shaking his head. "The article was about role-playing." Matt said, grinning broadly. Mohinder blinked then shook his head.
"But I don't want to make love to anyone but you." He told him plainly. "Why would I want to pretend that you're someone else?" He asked. Matt sighed.
"It's not like that. We still know we're making love to each other but we just... act out a scenario, our fantasies." He told him. Mohinder thought about it for a moment. He wasn't sure about this. Matt was the man he loved, he didn't want to feel like Matt was thinking he was someone else. But Matt was staring at him, his eyes wide and pleading, and Mohinder knew he couldn't say no to him.
"Okay." He relented and Matt broke out into a huge smile making Mohinder's heart melt. "What scenario did you have in mind?" He asked. Matt's face fell.
"Well I was kind of hoping you'd have one. I've never done this before and you just seem more creative than me." He told him. Mohinder sighed. This was Matt's idea yet he was the one it was falling to come up with the scenario. So not fair.
"I have absolutely no idea." He told him and Matt's face fell even more. Mohinder sighed. "Surely you can think of something." He suggested. Matt sighed and thought things over. Suddenly he remembered something and broke into a grin again.
"Well I did overhear a whole heap of fantasies at today's meeting." He told him. "Maybe we can act out one of them." Mohinder nodded before realising something.
"Wait, people were fantasizing at the meeting today?" He asked, his voice rising. "I thought they were listening to me." He said, pouting. Matt groaned internally and knew he had to amend the situation if he wanted sex.
"They were. But you have a super sexy voice. People can't help but slip into fantasies while listening to you speak." He told him soothingly. Mohinder nodded but was still pouting inside. Apparently the meeting hadn't gone as well as he'd thought.
"Fine then. What should we try?" He snapped, wanting to get this over with so he could plot out another meeting where he would make them listen to him properly. Matt ignored Mohinder's biting tone, seeing that he was plotting something, and thought back to what he'd overheard earlier. His face brightened as he remembered one.
"Okay, how about this; you're the cute non-slutty cheerleader and I'm the older emo guy who saved you from a murdering psychopath trying to kill you. Our love is forbidden but we can't help ourselves and make love." Matt said. Mohinder stared at him for a moment.
"Who was thinking that?" He asked. Matt frowned in confusion, not knowing why it mattered.
"Claire was." He told him. Mohinder's eyes widened.
"My God, I hope that didn't actually happen." He said, shaking his head. Matt frowned in confusion before realising who the emo guy was. His eyes widened and he shook his head.
"Okay, bad one to choose. I'll pick another one. You strip for me in a hotel room. I'm a married man and you're married too but we need this night together." He said, trying to sound sexy. Mohinder frowned again, obviously wanting to know whose that was. "Nathan was thinking about it. Actually, now that I think about it, it kind of sounded more like a memory than a fantasy. I wonder who the woman was." He said, ponderingly. Mohinder shrugged.
"With Nathan, it could be anyone." Matt snorted and nodded.
"Sometimes... I want his life." He admitted and Mohinder rolled his eyes. "Okay, how about this. I'm a samurai warrior and you're my princess. We make love in a field of cherry blossoms." Mohinder snorted.
"Hiro?" He asked. Matt sighed and nodded. This was not going how he'd hoped it would.
"You're one of my followers who thinks we can heal the world and you'll do whatever I want you to?" He asked. Mohinder frowned in confusion, having no idea who that could have come from.
"Who on Earth was thinking that?" He asked. Matt shrugged.
"It was Adam." He told him. Mohinder shook his head.
"Not going to happen." Matt sighed.
"Fine. What about this; you're my snarky partner who constantly treats me like a rookie, but we're all alone in a hotel room a long way from home and give into our desires." He said. Mohinder chuckled.
"Is that your one?" He asked, thinking it sounded like something a cop would think, cuddling up to him and kissing his lover on the cheek. Matt shook his head.
"No, it was Bennet's." Mohinder's eyes widened and he shook his head.
"I don't think acting out a fantasy of the man I killed then brought back to life is a very good idea." Matt nodded.
"Okay. So I guess you wouldn't want either of his other two fantasies either." Mohinder stared at Matt for a moment.
"He had more than one fantasy?" He asked. Matt nodded.
"He wasn't the only one. Most people did." Mohinder's eyes widened.
"Wh-what were the others?" He asked, knowing it was wrong to know this but curious nonetheless. Matt shrugged.
"Well one of them was about being a married couple who are making love without the damn dog in the room for a change." Matt said, chuckling. "And if you'd ever been to his house you'd get that one. The other one was about a mysterious man who has abducted someone from a bar. We're in a room bathed in blue light and... wait a minute, that kind of sounds familiar but I can't figure out why..." Matt said, looking up and trying to figure out if that scenario had been in a movie or something.
"What about Nathan, did he have any more?" Mohinder asked to get Matt's mind off the scenario obviously bothering him. Matt nodded.
"Yeah. Uh, I'm a superhero called Flying Man and you're my adoring foreign fan who worships me. You don't speak English very well but I teach you a few dirty things as you go down on me in a limo." Mohinder stifled a laugh as he could easily picture who that was about. "And the other one was I'm the older more steady man and you're the younger, more flighty man. I take complete control of the situation but you're really the one in charge because you have me wrapped around your little finger." He told him. Mohinder's eyes widened.
"I always thought Nathan and Peter were a little... too close." Matt nodded. It was obvious who that one was about. Both of them were starting to have fun with this now.
"Okay, Hiro as inspiration. You're a samurai warrior and I'm teaching you how to become the man you should be." Matt said, puffing his chest out. Mohinder chuckled.
"I always wondered about Hiro's time with Adam in the past." Matt snickered and nodded.
"Or how about this one, we're in a diner. Everyone else is frozen in time but us. We make love on the diner counter." He told him. Mohinder frowned.
"That one seems... too personal." Matt nodded, agreeing completely.
"Okay, back to Claire then. We're flying together in the air and..." Mohinder's eyes widened and he felt like throwing up.
"That's just disgusting." He said, shaking his head. Matt frowned, not getting why he was so grossed out.
"What's wrong?" He asked. Mohinder stared at him like he was nuts.
"Nathan is Claire's father. She shouldn't be fantasizing about him." Matt rolled his eyes.
"That guy she's been seeing in California, West, he can fly too." He told him. Mohinder nodded, feeling stupid all of a sudden.
"Oh." He said quietly. Matt nodded.
"It was obviously about him..." He started but screwed up his face as he realised he hadn't really gotten enough information to be sure. "I think." He added before shuddering and deciding to move on. "How about I'm the cheerleader and you're the guy trying to kill me. My love and my touch can cure you of your murderous ways." Matt recited from his memory of her fantasy. Mohinder's eyes widened.
"That's obviously about Sylar. You want us to role-play that I'm Sylar?" He asked. Matt blanched and shook his head immediately.
"No. Sorry, wasn't thinking. Okay, let's move onto Elle." He suggested. Mohinder's eyes widened. Elle seemed to have a crush on all of the guys she met so who knew what she'd been fantasizing about.
"I work for the Company that has you captured even though you think you're here because you want to be. I zap you all the time but you can take it. You give me my first kiss and then we go all the way." Matt told him. Mohinder shook his head so Matt ploughed on. "You're the man my father fears but you've got a hot English accent and you're totally hot and you have four hundred years worth of knowledge and thirty years worth of sexual tension to work out..." Matt said. Mohinder's eyes widened.
"I thought Elle was sitting particularly close to Adam tonight." Matt shrugged. He remembered Elle's last fantasy and cracked a grin, sliding closer to his lover.
"How about you're my new partner with an exotic accent. You seem totally gay, but we'll change it to straight for our purposes, I turn you gay for me." He said, moving his eyebrows up and down. Mohinder snorted and shook his head, pushing Matt away.
"I'm slightly scared that she's thinking that." He admitted. Matt shrugged.
"She can think that all she wants. You are totally gay for me and that's not going to change any time soon." He said sweetly. Mohinder rolled his eyes.
"That's not as sweet as it sounds in your head, Matthew." He told him dryly. Matt shrugged and decided to continue trying to find the right fantasy to try out.
"Let's try Ando. You're an internet stripper whose site I'm a frequent visitor to. I go to meet you and you fall hopelessly in love with me." Matt said. Mohinder shook his head so Matt tried again. "You're my best friend's sister, but we'll change that to brother if you want." Matt said, pausing to see what he'd say. Mohinder stared at him for a moment, letting Matt know that there would be no cross-dressing in this thing. Matt nodded and continued. "We see each other again after a long time apart and we have wild sex." He said. Mohinder shook his head.
"I'm not liking any of these." Matt sighed and nodded. He wasn't feeling turned on either.
"Okay, how about this. You're my best friend and even though it's forbidden, we've been cramped in a damn Nissan Versa for far too long..." Matt trailed off and Mohinder's mouth flapped open and closed for a moment.
"Do you really think that happened?" He asked. Matt snorted and shrugged.
"I don't know. Neither of them really give me a gay vibe because Ando likes everything in a skirt and Hiro's reportedly been crazy in love with women twice recently. But then again I was married and seemed to be a completely straight man until I met you, so who knows." He said, shrugging. Mohinder shrugged too, wondering why Matt had only said that he'd seemed straight before their relationship had started and hadn't added Mohinder to that. Mohinder had been engaged to a woman in India and had had lusty eyes and a kiss with Eden... that had to mean more than the fact that he stood a little too close to Peter and was travelling around in a cramped car with Sylar who he thought was Zane. They'd always gotten separate rooms so didn't that mean something? Okay, maybe not.
"Try someone else." He suggested. Matt sighed and nodded.
"Okay, you're the new pup the Company has placed as my partner. I love to bait you and you bite back one day in a hotel room a long way from home." He said, a bad impersonation of an English accent creeping into his voice unbidden. Mohinder rose his eyebrows but was obviously not impressed.
"Who was that?" He asked. Matt shrugged.
"I don't know. The voice didn't sound familiar and I couldn't place who it was." He said, shrugging. "How about this one; you're the pup who wants to be trained how to use your powers. I beat you up with a stick and kiss the wounds better." Mohinder realised who it was at that but Matt was still confused. "You don't think it was the Haitian, do you? Does he sound like that? I've never heard him speak." Mohinder rolled his eyes.
"No, the Haitian doesn't sound like that. He's from Haiti, Matt, they don't sound English there." He pointed out. Matt nodded, realising how stupid that had been to ask. "Judging by that last fantasy I'd say that it was Claude, the invisible man who trained Peter." Matt nodded, realisation dawning on his face.
"Right, of course. Well how about the Haitian then. You're the man I work with and purple really suits you..." Matt trailed off, realising something. "You've probably got something purple to wear so that could work." Mohinder rolled his eyes and shook his head. Never mind the fact that he did have something purple in his closet. Matt sighed. "Fine then, how about you're the daughter, or son, of the man I work with and I'm standing in your closet... wait that sounds really creepy. What would a grown man be doing standing in some girls closet? Let's pretend I never said that." He pleaded. Mohinder nodded.
"Can we give up now and just have plain boring old sex?" He asked, trying to squirm closer to his lover. Matt's eyes widened at hearing their lovemaking being described as plain and boring and old. He was now more adamant that they do this to spice up what was obviously an unfulfilling sex life for Mohinder.
"No, we're going to do this. I'll try Adam. He had plenty." He told him, getting a maniacal glint in his eye. "You're my princess who made me think you were in love with another man so we could have angry sex but you really love me." He tried. There was no reaction so he tried again. "You're the man who came back to the past to help me become the man I should become. You make it seem like you're in love with the princess I'm supposed to love but you're really in love with me." Mohinder rose an eyebrow at that.
"Okay, now I'm certain. Something happened between Hiro and Adam in the past." Matt chuckled and shrugged.
"You're the hot wife of one of my followers who comes to visit me in the cell my followers have locked me in." He suggested, getting back to the suggestions. Mohinder shook his head, so he tried again. "You're the son of two of my followers who gets placed in the cell next to me who I can easily control with sweet words and promises." He tried. Mohinder frowned.
"Poor Peter." He muttered and Matt groaned. That was not the direction he wanted to go.
"You're the daughter of one of my followers who is a little deranged and is willing to try some kinky stuff." He tried. Mohinder shook his head. Matt sighed. "Okay fine. We both heal so think of the possibilities..." Matt trailed off, shaking his head. "Wait, that mightn't have been a fantasy so much as Adam trying to mentally project that thought into Claire's head. Scratch that one." Mohinder rolled his eyes.
"Matt, can't we just have sex?" He asked, running a hand up and down Matt's leg. Matt ignored him and continued trying.
"Maya." Matt muttered, remembering her fantasies. "You're marrying another woman but I've always been the only woman in your life and that's the way it will stay." He said, realising he was making himself the woman in the scenario but not caring. Mohinder shook his head so he tried again. "You're the sweet hitch hiker I've picked up... wait, that's probably Sylar, forget that one. You're the man who brought me back to life and to repay you I will give you the greatest gift one person can give to another, physical love." He said, his voice slipping into a bad impersonation of a Mexican accent without meaning to. Mohinder's eyebrows rose.
"Matt, that's about me. Maybe we should talk to her, let her know that isn't going to happen." Matt frowned and nodded but would not be distracted from his task.
"Niki's was boring. We're a normal couple having normal sex without another personality creeping out." He muttered. Mohinder's face brightened.
"That one. Let's do that one." He said, pulling Matt's t-shirt up. Matt sighed and ignored him.
"Bob's was just disturbing." He muttered again and that caught Mohinder's attention.
"What was Bob's?" He asked; realising that having some information on his boss would not be a bad thing. Matt screwed up his face.
"One word. Sheep." He told him. Mohinder's eyes widened and he stared at his boyfriend dumbfounded. Matt nodded, a look of disgust on his face, before continuing. "Okay, how about this one. You're the sexy Indian scientist who helps me make sense of my new ability. You're observing me one day and we start to make love." Mohinder's face brightened but Matt shook his head. "No, too close to reality." He muttered. Mohinder frowned.
"I want that one." He said, pouting slightly. "Can't we do that one?" He asked. Matt shook his head and Mohinder sighed, moving to the other side of the bed. He wasn't going to be having any sex at this rate.
"Whose was that by the way?" He asked. Matt was lost in his thoughts but still answered.
"Monica's." He answered distractedly. Mohinder cringed but nodded. What was with all these different people fantasizing about him? Why had these people had so many fantasies when he was talking? Were these people all sex fiends? That's certainly what it sounded like.
"Okay, last ditch effort here. Angela Petrelli." Matt said, sighing. "You're the hot four hundred year old man my husband adores." He said before shaking his head. "You're the Japanese business man my husband is friends with." He tried but that still didn't seem to fit. "You're the mob boss my husband is associated with." He muttered before frowning. "You're the man whose touch can turn things to gold... that my husband is friends with." He tried. Mohinder's eyes widened.
"Mrs. Petrelli either has a very active imagination... or she got around." He said. Matt didn't even hear him.
"You're the mind reader my husband is friends with..." He trailed off, his eyes widening as he realised what he'd just said and what that meant. "Okay now I'm officially disgusted. No role-playing tonight." He said, shuddering slightly and wondering if he could get the Haitian 'round the erase that memory from his mind or if he should just shove a screwdriver through his brain. Mohinder brightened up.
"Can we just have sex then?" He asked hopefully. Matt's eyes widened and he jumped off the bed.
"No. No way. After I just thought of that?" He shuddered and shook his head. "Nope, no sex tonight... and possibly no sex for the next week... month... year. No more sex ever again!" He announced before storming from the room. Mohinder was left sitting in the bed, staring after his lover, his mouth agape. After a few minutes he scrambled from the bed and hurried to the living room, finding Matt sitting on the couch, flicking through channels and muttering to himself.
"Matt, you can't be serious!" He half shrieked, remembering to keep his voice down so he didn't wake Molly. Matt nodded.
"I am serious. How would you like it if you just discovered your father slept with Angela Petrelli? Or at least that she fantasised about it." He shuddered again and shook his head, focussing on the television again. Mohinder shrugged and moved to sit next to his partner.
"With Angela Petrelli... apparently that could be the case." He stated matter-of-factly. Matt rolled his eyes and turned to Mohinder.
"I'm sorry. Do you mind if we just sit here for a while so that gets out of my head?" Mohinder nodded, wrapping his arms around the larger man.
"Take as long as you like. And don't worry; we don't have to have sex tonight if you don't want to." He assured him. "But if we're never going to have sex again you have to tell me because I plan on holding a wake for my dearly departed excellent sex life." Mohinder told him seriously and Matt couldn't help but chuckle.
"Excellent sex life you say?" He asked. Mohinder grinned and nodded.
"Oh yes. Extremely excellent. Bone meltingly excellent. Oh-my-God-I'd-scream-if-our-daughter-wasn't-close-by excellent. This-must-be-what-heaven-feels-like excellent." He told him. Matt blushed but couldn't help but smile.
"You're not bad yourself." Matt told him and Mohinder snorted. They cuddled up together on the couch and sat in silence for a while. Matt's hands started wandering after a few minutes and Mohinder had a feeling he was going to get lucky after all.
"Matt, you never mentioned any of Peter's fantasies." Mohinder pointed out suddenly. Matt frowned in confusion. He realised what he was talking about and nodded.
"Oh, yeah, I didn't. That's because he didn't have any." Matt explained, shrugging. He moved to nuzzle Mohinder's neck. Mohinder's eyes widened. Could it be possible that someone had actually been listening to him? If so that would make Peter the only one because Matt had obviously been spying on other people's minds instead of listening to him.
"What was he thinking?" He asked. Matt pulled back, feeling a little frustrated that he was feeling frisky again and Mohinder wanted to sink back into this.
"Well he was listening to you." He explained, shrugging. Mohinder's face brightened, pleased with this news. "Well that and he was thinking about cheese." He told him, diving back into Mohinder's neck.
"Cheese?" Mohinder asked in confusion. Matt pulled back again and shrugged.
"Yeah, cheese." He confirmed. "You know Peter; he's always been a little oblivious. I doubt it even occurred to him to fantasize instead of listening to you." Matt said, shrugging. Mohinder couldn't help but chuckle, realising that was probably true. "Now come on, I'm thinking we get back to bed and postpone that wake you were planning on throwing." Matt said, wiggling his eyebrows and shutting off the TV. Mohinder chuckled and let Matt pull him up and drag him into their room.
After they were done making love and were basking in the afterglow, Mohinder turned to Matt thoughtfully.
"You know what; I don't think your idea of role-playing was that bad. Maybe we could try it another time." He suggested. Matt's eyes widened.
"I don't know about that. I was almost scarred for life with that." He reminded him. Mohinder rolled his eyes.
"Well we'll come up with our own scenarios instead of stealing other people's fantasies." He told him. Matt shrugged.
"Oh. Okay then. If you can think of something." He said, remembering that that had been their problem in the first place. Mohinder smiled brightly and cuddled up to his lover.
"Well, I have this one fantasy that starts with me being stuck to the ceiling..."
Authors Note: So, I hope you liked it. If you did, please feel free to tell me. I think most of the fantasies are clear but if you couldn’t figure out who any of them are just ask and I’ll clear it up for you. :)