Fic: Doing Just Fine, chapter 2
Title: Doing Just Fine
Chapter: (2/?)
Characters: Sylar, Mohinder Suresh, Peter Petrelli, mentions of others
Pairings: Mohinder/Sylar
Rating: PG
Warnings: slash, mentions of fem slash
Genre: Humor
Disclaimer: I don’t own Heroes or any of the other characters from Heroes they belong to NBC and Tim Kring
Spoiler alert: season 1, 2, 3, & 4
Summary: Mohinder tries to start a new life with Sylar, but Sylar’s jealous nature could end their relationship and his life.
Mohinder was surprised when Claire burst into his lab and wrapped her arms around him in a bone-crushing hug.
“You have no idea how happy I am to see you.”
This made little sense to Mohinder. He and Claire rarely spoke to each other before and then he shot her dad, granted he was only dead for a short period of time but he hardly thought that warranted a hug and declarations of happiness.
Claire finally released Mohinder and looked gleefully up at him. It was too weird, and this coming from a man who freely and knowingly was sleeping with a supposedly reformed serial killer.
“Not to be rude Claire but, why are you glad to see me?”
Claire frowned for a second, but then her eyes widened and she smiled. “Oh, that’s right you wouldn’t know. Sylar proposed to me.” She said with a roll of her eyes and a little laugh.
Mohinder’s left eye twitched. “He did what?”
“Proposed to me, yeah, oh and then he kissed me at my school. It was crazy.”
Mohinder swallowed. “I’m sure.” At that moment Mohinder wanted nothing more then for Claire to get out of his lab and take her bragging with her but instead, she sat down on of the metal stools and just kept talking.
“Then he just kept following me around after the carnival. Talking about how he changed and blah, blah, blah.” She laughed, and Mohinder pulled out several slides he needed to examine hoping that she would see he was busy and leave, no such luck. “Even when Dad threatened to kill him and I explained to him that I was with Gretchen he still wouldn’t stop. It was really putting a strain on my relationship.”
The slide Mohinder was holding crack into several pieces; Mohinder realized that he completely broke the slide he was working with. He sighed and retrieved another one.
“He only stopped bugging me when he heard where you were. So I guess I just wanted to say, thanks.” Claire jumped off the stool and hugged him again.
Mohinder pat her on the back awkwardly and with all the restraint he could muster. “Um, your welcome I guess.”
Claire smiled. “Well, I’ll let you get back to work. Have a good day.”
Claire left. Mohinder glared at her back until she walked out the door. He could feel his whole body he shaking. The high levels of aggression that he fought so hard to control surged through him in away he hadn’t felt since first injecting the serum. Mohinder slammed his hand down on the table. It splintered and cracked in half, causing everything on it to shatter and fall to the ground.
Damn, he thought. He needed to get out of here. No matter what form the Company was in, the place always managed to start driving him crazy.
Sylar decided that puberty must have hit Molly like a ton of bricks. Not that she was fat or covered in pimples or something, but Sylar was certain that she had never been this difficult before, even when he was trying to kill her he couldn’t, for the life of him, recall her being this problematic.
“I said open the door!”
“No!”
“If you don’t open this door right now I will telekinetically pull you through the damn thing!”
“Fine, I’ll just tell Mohinder your using your powers on me, then maybe he’ll wise up and we can go back to India.”
Sylar pounded his head on the still locked door. “Listen kid, I’m really, really, trying over here the least you could do is be a little bit cooperative.”
“Why? You ruined my life!”
Ah, so that was it. Sylar knew this was going to be a problem, which is why he had begged Mohinder to leave the girl in India. “Listen girlie, I’m sorry I killed your parents, okay. I don’t have any excuse for what I did, but we can try to build a home here with Mohinder, can’t we? What do you say?”
“Oh please,” said the voice through the door. “I’m over that whole point in my life, I did the whole therapy thing.”
Sylar was ready to start pulling out his hair, and kill Molly, surely Mohinder wouldn’t miss her. Sylar would promise to find him another, cuter, helpless orphan to take care. One that wasn’t so annoying. “Well, what then!? If that isn’t it then what did I do?!”
“I took me away from Sanjog!” She yelled. Sylar could hear Molly starting to cry. “Everything was going so well. I finally got the older boy to notice me and then you showed up and ruined everything!”
She was sobbing on the other side of the door and Sylar didn’t think it would help any if he politely explained that he had wanted to leave her there. “I can understand why you’re upset. I don’t know what I’d do if someone took me away from Mohinder.” Kill a lot of people, brutally and quickly, until they took him back to Mohinder. “Tell you what, I’ll talk to Mohinder about sending back to India. How about that?”
The door flew open nearly hitting Sylar in the face. “Oh no you don’t!”
“What did I do now?”
Molly stood in front of him defiantly. “I may miss Sanjog, but I am not going anyway until Mohinder sees what a pompous asshole you actually are then we are going to leave you here, alone and crying.”
Sylar growled. “Bring it on you little brat. Mohinder has never been happy without me. He always wanted me, loved me, there has never been anyone else in his life more special than me.”
Molly smirked. “Oh really.”
There was a knock at the door and Molly ran passed him to open it.
“Oh Matt,” she screamed upon seeing the cop and threw her arms around his waist. “I’ve been so scared. Sylar convinced Mohinder to leave me here with him and he has been terrorizing me all day.”
Molly started sobbing into Matt’s shirt and Matt looked up to glare at Sylar. That little bitch, Sylar thought.
Matt glared harder.
Damn, he heard that.
Mohinder went back to the apartment to try to get away from his stress, but as heard the screaming voices, he knew it wasn’t in the cards.
“I knew you hadn’t changed you psychopath!”
“But I didn’t do anything!”
“He’s lying Matt, please don’t let him hurt me, he already deceived Mohinder. I have no else.”
Mohinder sighed and opened the door and immediately everyone started yelling at him.
“I can’t believe you left Molly here with this thing!”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“You threatened her! I read your mind!”
“She threatened me first!”
“Everyone shut up!” Geeze, he already had a migraine. Nothing was going to go right today.
“Mohinder, you can’t do this to Molly if you want to put your life in danger fine, but this isn’t fair to her.” Matt was clutching tightly onto Molly who was crying into his chest. She looked thoroughly like a distressed and broken little girl, but Matt had not been around Molly has long or as often as Mohinder had, he knew better.
“Molly, what did you do?”
Matt’s eyes went wide. “You are taking his side. Mohinder, what has he done to you?” Matt sent a pointed glare at Sylar.
“I swear if you go into my mind again Parkman, you won’t leave here with a brain.” Sylar snapped.
Mohinder wasn’t paying attention however, his eyes stayed firmly on Molly. “Young lady, tell me this instant what you did and do not-lie to me.”
Molly wiped the crocodile tears from her eyes. “He’s bad for you Mohinder. I had to do something.”
Mohinder crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. “Well you’re concern is very touching Molly, but I’m sure that this little stunt has nothing to do with me and has everything to do with Sanjog.”
Molly’s mouth hung open in shock. “Nuh uh! I can’t believe you are accusing me of being selfish!”
“Go to your room, Molly.”
Molly’s eyes were full of real tears now. “I hate you,” she yelled and stormed off to her room.
Matt rounded on Mohinder. “Even if Molly was lying you have put her in one hell of a position, Mohinder.”
If looks could kill this one would have killed Matt, his relatives, his ancestors, and any future children. “I’m putting her in a bad position. At least I’m taking care of her and not abandoning her whenever a new more convenient family pops up. Shouldn’t you be in California or have you abandoned that family now too.”
“You were the one who shipped her off to India and never told me about it.”
“You never even asked me about her. Even when she was away, I still called her, I still wrote to her, you just forgot about her, Matt!” Mohinder opened the door and gestured into the hallway. “Please get out of my apartment.”
Matt frowned but stormed toward the door. He stopped in the doorway and turned back to look at a smirking Sylar. Matt faced Mohinder. “Fine, but when he goes crazy and you and Molly get hurt, don’t come to me for help.”
“I don’t need your help. As I told you before I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Goodbye.”
Matt sent one more glare toward Sylar before storming off. Mohinder slammed the door shut behind him, only to find himself pinned to the door by Sylar’s warm body.
“I love it when you get angry.” He whispered into Mohinder’s ear and his arms wrapped around Mohinder’s waist. Mohinder promptly pushed Sylar off and knocked him onto the couch.
Sylar was smiling at first until he noticed that Mohinder still looked upset and made no move to climb on top of him. Sylar groaned. “You aren’t really mad at me are you, because I really didn’t do anything?”
“You threatened Molly.”
“She started it.”
“So you were just going to finish it, were you?”
Sylar groaned again and rolled his eyes at Mohinder. “Don’t be an idiot, I wouldn’t hurt the kid; I know how much she means to you.”
Those words struck Mohinder like a bullet to the brain. He wouldn’t kill Molly, because of him, it was all at once comforting and disconcerting, knowing that Molly would probably be dead if it wasn’t for him. Mohinder shook off the thought. Peter said Sylar was better now, more in control, and Peter had spent years with Sylar so he had to know better than anyone else did.
“Plus, you threatened to kill Matt.”
Sylar waved a hand in the air dismissively. “So, its just Matt.”
“I don’t think you understand. Bennet and Peter talked to me today. If I can’t stop you from killing someone Bennet gets to kill you.”
“What!? But I haven’t killed anyone in forever. I can’t believe Peter said that.”
It was weird how normal Sylar made giving up killing sound, as if it wasn’t something terrifying at all, but rather no different than giving up a sweet he particularly liked.
“They seem to think that your possessive nature toward me may cause a relapse.”
Sylar nodded. “Yeah that’s true.”
“Sylar!”
Sylar threw up his hands, exasperated. “Do you want me to be honest or do want me to lie?”
Mohinder wanted to punch him. Never in his life had he ever met anyone more frustrating or inconsiderate. “I want you to not kill anyone!”
Mohinder stormed off into the kitchen. He needed something to eat arguing with Sylar always made him hungry.
“You’re not really mad at me about any of that stuff.” Not a question a statement of fact, damn, Mohinder hated how well Sylar could read him.
Mohinder scoffed. “Don’t presume to know what I’m feeling, Sylar.”
Sylar was standing directly behind him again, arms wrapped around his stomach, and lips pressed a gentle kiss against his neck. “Tell me what you’re really upset about Mohinder.”
Mohinder shivered at Sylar’s breath against his ear and the low rumble of his voice. “You are a manipulative, bastard. And there is nothing I’m upset about that I haven’t told you.”
It was Sylar’s turn to shiver. “You’re lying.”
“I hate that power.” Mohinder grabbed the teakettle and filled it with water before setting in on the stovetop. He idly thought about drugging the tea again to avoid this conversation and pulled out two familiar green cups.
Sylar’s hands traveled up his back and rested of his shoulders, turning Mohinder around and pressing him into the counter. Mohinder stared into Sylar’s deep imploring eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
Mohinder ducked his head and bit his lip. “Claire.”
Sylar’s grip tightened. “What did she do?”
Mohinder frowned at that and pushed Sylar away from him. “She told me you proposed to her.”
Sylar shrugged. “Yeah, is that all?”
Mohinder threw one of the green porcelain cups at Sylar’s head, but it was caught telekinetically and gentle set down on the table. Mohinder pouted and turned back to the kettle and prepared his tea. When he turned around Sylar was smiling at him.
“You’re jealous.”
Mohinder scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“You are!”
“I am not!”
Sylar’s whole body seemed to convulse, then he started laughing. “Oh how the mighty have fallen.”
“Shut up.” Mohinder snapped. He grabbed his tea moved away from the kitchen thoroughly intending to go to the bedroom and lock the door. Not that that would stop Sylar, but there was always hope.
There wasn’t really. Sylar followed closely behind him so Mohinder didn’t even have time to get the door shut. He barely had enough time to set his tea down before being tackled to the bed.
“Get off.”
Sylar nuzzled Mohinder’s curls and inhaled deeply. “She meant nothing to me.” He whispered, and then there were teeth nibbling on his earlobe causing Mohinder to moan.
“Now who’s the liar,” Mohinder panted, hating how easily Sylar could make him unravel.
“You left,” a hand trailed up and down the inside of Mohinder’s thigh and his shirt was unbuttoning itself. “I didn’t know what to do with myself. I forgot who I was with you gone. I wanted something permanent. Claire seemed like the logical choice.”
Mohinder was barely listening anymore. That hand had traveled up to undo the button of his jeans before slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers. Mohinder gasped.
“Want me to show you how much I don’t care about Claire Bennet?”
Mohinder nodded. “We’ve always been better at make up sex anyway.”
Sylar grinned. “I’d like to think it’s our specialty.”
Chapter: (2/?)
Characters: Sylar, Mohinder Suresh, Peter Petrelli, mentions of others
Pairings: Mohinder/Sylar
Rating: PG
Warnings: slash, mentions of fem slash
Genre: Humor
Disclaimer: I don’t own Heroes or any of the other characters from Heroes they belong to NBC and Tim Kring
Spoiler alert: season 1, 2, 3, & 4
Summary: Mohinder tries to start a new life with Sylar, but Sylar’s jealous nature could end their relationship and his life.
Mohinder was surprised when Claire burst into his lab and wrapped her arms around him in a bone-crushing hug.
“You have no idea how happy I am to see you.”
This made little sense to Mohinder. He and Claire rarely spoke to each other before and then he shot her dad, granted he was only dead for a short period of time but he hardly thought that warranted a hug and declarations of happiness.
Claire finally released Mohinder and looked gleefully up at him. It was too weird, and this coming from a man who freely and knowingly was sleeping with a supposedly reformed serial killer.
“Not to be rude Claire but, why are you glad to see me?”
Claire frowned for a second, but then her eyes widened and she smiled. “Oh, that’s right you wouldn’t know. Sylar proposed to me.” She said with a roll of her eyes and a little laugh.
Mohinder’s left eye twitched. “He did what?”
“Proposed to me, yeah, oh and then he kissed me at my school. It was crazy.”
Mohinder swallowed. “I’m sure.” At that moment Mohinder wanted nothing more then for Claire to get out of his lab and take her bragging with her but instead, she sat down on of the metal stools and just kept talking.
“Then he just kept following me around after the carnival. Talking about how he changed and blah, blah, blah.” She laughed, and Mohinder pulled out several slides he needed to examine hoping that she would see he was busy and leave, no such luck. “Even when Dad threatened to kill him and I explained to him that I was with Gretchen he still wouldn’t stop. It was really putting a strain on my relationship.”
The slide Mohinder was holding crack into several pieces; Mohinder realized that he completely broke the slide he was working with. He sighed and retrieved another one.
“He only stopped bugging me when he heard where you were. So I guess I just wanted to say, thanks.” Claire jumped off the stool and hugged him again.
Mohinder pat her on the back awkwardly and with all the restraint he could muster. “Um, your welcome I guess.”
Claire smiled. “Well, I’ll let you get back to work. Have a good day.”
Claire left. Mohinder glared at her back until she walked out the door. He could feel his whole body he shaking. The high levels of aggression that he fought so hard to control surged through him in away he hadn’t felt since first injecting the serum. Mohinder slammed his hand down on the table. It splintered and cracked in half, causing everything on it to shatter and fall to the ground.
Damn, he thought. He needed to get out of here. No matter what form the Company was in, the place always managed to start driving him crazy.
Sylar decided that puberty must have hit Molly like a ton of bricks. Not that she was fat or covered in pimples or something, but Sylar was certain that she had never been this difficult before, even when he was trying to kill her he couldn’t, for the life of him, recall her being this problematic.
“I said open the door!”
“No!”
“If you don’t open this door right now I will telekinetically pull you through the damn thing!”
“Fine, I’ll just tell Mohinder your using your powers on me, then maybe he’ll wise up and we can go back to India.”
Sylar pounded his head on the still locked door. “Listen kid, I’m really, really, trying over here the least you could do is be a little bit cooperative.”
“Why? You ruined my life!”
Ah, so that was it. Sylar knew this was going to be a problem, which is why he had begged Mohinder to leave the girl in India. “Listen girlie, I’m sorry I killed your parents, okay. I don’t have any excuse for what I did, but we can try to build a home here with Mohinder, can’t we? What do you say?”
“Oh please,” said the voice through the door. “I’m over that whole point in my life, I did the whole therapy thing.”
Sylar was ready to start pulling out his hair, and kill Molly, surely Mohinder wouldn’t miss her. Sylar would promise to find him another, cuter, helpless orphan to take care. One that wasn’t so annoying. “Well, what then!? If that isn’t it then what did I do?!”
“I took me away from Sanjog!” She yelled. Sylar could hear Molly starting to cry. “Everything was going so well. I finally got the older boy to notice me and then you showed up and ruined everything!”
She was sobbing on the other side of the door and Sylar didn’t think it would help any if he politely explained that he had wanted to leave her there. “I can understand why you’re upset. I don’t know what I’d do if someone took me away from Mohinder.” Kill a lot of people, brutally and quickly, until they took him back to Mohinder. “Tell you what, I’ll talk to Mohinder about sending back to India. How about that?”
The door flew open nearly hitting Sylar in the face. “Oh no you don’t!”
“What did I do now?”
Molly stood in front of him defiantly. “I may miss Sanjog, but I am not going anyway until Mohinder sees what a pompous asshole you actually are then we are going to leave you here, alone and crying.”
Sylar growled. “Bring it on you little brat. Mohinder has never been happy without me. He always wanted me, loved me, there has never been anyone else in his life more special than me.”
Molly smirked. “Oh really.”
There was a knock at the door and Molly ran passed him to open it.
“Oh Matt,” she screamed upon seeing the cop and threw her arms around his waist. “I’ve been so scared. Sylar convinced Mohinder to leave me here with him and he has been terrorizing me all day.”
Molly started sobbing into Matt’s shirt and Matt looked up to glare at Sylar. That little bitch, Sylar thought.
Matt glared harder.
Damn, he heard that.
Mohinder went back to the apartment to try to get away from his stress, but as heard the screaming voices, he knew it wasn’t in the cards.
“I knew you hadn’t changed you psychopath!”
“But I didn’t do anything!”
“He’s lying Matt, please don’t let him hurt me, he already deceived Mohinder. I have no else.”
Mohinder sighed and opened the door and immediately everyone started yelling at him.
“I can’t believe you left Molly here with this thing!”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“You threatened her! I read your mind!”
“She threatened me first!”
“Everyone shut up!” Geeze, he already had a migraine. Nothing was going to go right today.
“Mohinder, you can’t do this to Molly if you want to put your life in danger fine, but this isn’t fair to her.” Matt was clutching tightly onto Molly who was crying into his chest. She looked thoroughly like a distressed and broken little girl, but Matt had not been around Molly has long or as often as Mohinder had, he knew better.
“Molly, what did you do?”
Matt’s eyes went wide. “You are taking his side. Mohinder, what has he done to you?” Matt sent a pointed glare at Sylar.
“I swear if you go into my mind again Parkman, you won’t leave here with a brain.” Sylar snapped.
Mohinder wasn’t paying attention however, his eyes stayed firmly on Molly. “Young lady, tell me this instant what you did and do not-lie to me.”
Molly wiped the crocodile tears from her eyes. “He’s bad for you Mohinder. I had to do something.”
Mohinder crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. “Well you’re concern is very touching Molly, but I’m sure that this little stunt has nothing to do with me and has everything to do with Sanjog.”
Molly’s mouth hung open in shock. “Nuh uh! I can’t believe you are accusing me of being selfish!”
“Go to your room, Molly.”
Molly’s eyes were full of real tears now. “I hate you,” she yelled and stormed off to her room.
Matt rounded on Mohinder. “Even if Molly was lying you have put her in one hell of a position, Mohinder.”
If looks could kill this one would have killed Matt, his relatives, his ancestors, and any future children. “I’m putting her in a bad position. At least I’m taking care of her and not abandoning her whenever a new more convenient family pops up. Shouldn’t you be in California or have you abandoned that family now too.”
“You were the one who shipped her off to India and never told me about it.”
“You never even asked me about her. Even when she was away, I still called her, I still wrote to her, you just forgot about her, Matt!” Mohinder opened the door and gestured into the hallway. “Please get out of my apartment.”
Matt frowned but stormed toward the door. He stopped in the doorway and turned back to look at a smirking Sylar. Matt faced Mohinder. “Fine, but when he goes crazy and you and Molly get hurt, don’t come to me for help.”
“I don’t need your help. As I told you before I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Goodbye.”
Matt sent one more glare toward Sylar before storming off. Mohinder slammed the door shut behind him, only to find himself pinned to the door by Sylar’s warm body.
“I love it when you get angry.” He whispered into Mohinder’s ear and his arms wrapped around Mohinder’s waist. Mohinder promptly pushed Sylar off and knocked him onto the couch.
Sylar was smiling at first until he noticed that Mohinder still looked upset and made no move to climb on top of him. Sylar groaned. “You aren’t really mad at me are you, because I really didn’t do anything?”
“You threatened Molly.”
“She started it.”
“So you were just going to finish it, were you?”
Sylar groaned again and rolled his eyes at Mohinder. “Don’t be an idiot, I wouldn’t hurt the kid; I know how much she means to you.”
Those words struck Mohinder like a bullet to the brain. He wouldn’t kill Molly, because of him, it was all at once comforting and disconcerting, knowing that Molly would probably be dead if it wasn’t for him. Mohinder shook off the thought. Peter said Sylar was better now, more in control, and Peter had spent years with Sylar so he had to know better than anyone else did.
“Plus, you threatened to kill Matt.”
Sylar waved a hand in the air dismissively. “So, its just Matt.”
“I don’t think you understand. Bennet and Peter talked to me today. If I can’t stop you from killing someone Bennet gets to kill you.”
“What!? But I haven’t killed anyone in forever. I can’t believe Peter said that.”
It was weird how normal Sylar made giving up killing sound, as if it wasn’t something terrifying at all, but rather no different than giving up a sweet he particularly liked.
“They seem to think that your possessive nature toward me may cause a relapse.”
Sylar nodded. “Yeah that’s true.”
“Sylar!”
Sylar threw up his hands, exasperated. “Do you want me to be honest or do want me to lie?”
Mohinder wanted to punch him. Never in his life had he ever met anyone more frustrating or inconsiderate. “I want you to not kill anyone!”
Mohinder stormed off into the kitchen. He needed something to eat arguing with Sylar always made him hungry.
“You’re not really mad at me about any of that stuff.” Not a question a statement of fact, damn, Mohinder hated how well Sylar could read him.
Mohinder scoffed. “Don’t presume to know what I’m feeling, Sylar.”
Sylar was standing directly behind him again, arms wrapped around his stomach, and lips pressed a gentle kiss against his neck. “Tell me what you’re really upset about Mohinder.”
Mohinder shivered at Sylar’s breath against his ear and the low rumble of his voice. “You are a manipulative, bastard. And there is nothing I’m upset about that I haven’t told you.”
It was Sylar’s turn to shiver. “You’re lying.”
“I hate that power.” Mohinder grabbed the teakettle and filled it with water before setting in on the stovetop. He idly thought about drugging the tea again to avoid this conversation and pulled out two familiar green cups.
Sylar’s hands traveled up his back and rested of his shoulders, turning Mohinder around and pressing him into the counter. Mohinder stared into Sylar’s deep imploring eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
Mohinder ducked his head and bit his lip. “Claire.”
Sylar’s grip tightened. “What did she do?”
Mohinder frowned at that and pushed Sylar away from him. “She told me you proposed to her.”
Sylar shrugged. “Yeah, is that all?”
Mohinder threw one of the green porcelain cups at Sylar’s head, but it was caught telekinetically and gentle set down on the table. Mohinder pouted and turned back to the kettle and prepared his tea. When he turned around Sylar was smiling at him.
“You’re jealous.”
Mohinder scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“You are!”
“I am not!”
Sylar’s whole body seemed to convulse, then he started laughing. “Oh how the mighty have fallen.”
“Shut up.” Mohinder snapped. He grabbed his tea moved away from the kitchen thoroughly intending to go to the bedroom and lock the door. Not that that would stop Sylar, but there was always hope.
There wasn’t really. Sylar followed closely behind him so Mohinder didn’t even have time to get the door shut. He barely had enough time to set his tea down before being tackled to the bed.
“Get off.”
Sylar nuzzled Mohinder’s curls and inhaled deeply. “She meant nothing to me.” He whispered, and then there were teeth nibbling on his earlobe causing Mohinder to moan.
“Now who’s the liar,” Mohinder panted, hating how easily Sylar could make him unravel.
“You left,” a hand trailed up and down the inside of Mohinder’s thigh and his shirt was unbuttoning itself. “I didn’t know what to do with myself. I forgot who I was with you gone. I wanted something permanent. Claire seemed like the logical choice.”
Mohinder was barely listening anymore. That hand had traveled up to undo the button of his jeans before slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers. Mohinder gasped.
“Want me to show you how much I don’t care about Claire Bennet?”
Mohinder nodded. “We’ve always been better at make up sex anyway.”
Sylar grinned. “I’d like to think it’s our specialty.”