His expression was twisted with rage as he pushed himself onto an elbow, following mohinder's retreat backward. "And how well did that fucking work out?!" he demanded. "He has a fucking family! He doesn't need you! And now, you're- you're this!" With his free hand he gestured sharply to Mohinder's bloodied visage.
Mohinder swallowed what little bit of blood he had on his tongue, some ruby streams dribbling from the corners of his mouth. He sat back when Sylar pointed out how utterly disgusting he'd become.
It was something he obviously knew but it still was no fun to hear it from a man that he respected on a very hidden, very twisted level.
"You're right. And I don't need him. I don't need you, either. You're nothing to me," he lied with venom. "Nothing more than a snack that I can find somewhere else," Mohinder added, climbing off the bed. Shiva he wanted more of Sylar's blood. That little taste had been a tease. But he had to be strong! Control his urges!
"Nn!" it wasn't even an actual word, just a sound of refusal to accept Mohinder's retreat. His hand shot out, and even if the Indian hadn't been in grasping range a moment before, he was by the time the brunette reached for him. His hand clenched around the doctor's wrist, his eyes fierce, glaring.
"Bullshit! I know what it is to fight a hunger like this, and it's torture! Do you really want to go back to scrounging vermin, or drinking dead, cold blood from plastic bags? There are three of us in all the world who can help you. One, her father will kill you without thinking twice if he found out what you did. And the second will act first for the good of the world if he's pushed. I am the only one who knows, and I am not going to let you turn your back on me now that you do, too!"
Mohinder didn't bother fighting it, or looking at his wrist. Sylar could make him do whatever he wanted...which only pushed Mohinder over the edge of anger.
"I don't want you! I don't like you and I never will! I'd rather drink from a dead rat than have my teeth in your flesh!" Rational thought was out the window. Mohinder simply wanted to hurt Sylar the only way he knew how.
As he spoke he leaned closer and closer to Sylar. "Even if you were the last man on earth I wouldn't want you. Got it?" he asked, his nose an inch from Sylar's.
"Liar!" Sylar yanked him back down to the mattress, pivoting up as he did so he could pin the doctor to the mattress this time. He bit his own tongue, hard, in the instant before he crushed their mouths together, a brief swell of purple blood rushing across his palate. The wound wouldn't last, but it didn't matter. As he ground his hips down, stroking their mutually hardened cocks against each other through the fabric, he only wanted to prove how quickly Mohinder's desires would betray him.
Mohinder yelped when he was twisted and pushed down, immediately tasting Sylar's blood. It ran through him from his mouth down to his toes, back up again to fuzzy his brain.
He slid his feet up the bed and arched into Sylar, unable to fight it. Sylar knew his weaknesses! Of course! He was done for.
Those sharp teeth sunk into Sylar's juicy bottom lip and Mohinder drew blood from it once his tongue healed up. More. He wanted more. Everything on him was aching in desire and he felt more like giving in than bickering, so Mohinder acquiesced.
He growled as his lip was bit, but endured it. One hand kept Mohinder pinned by a bicep and the other roved as it pleased, running up his hard, thin planes, then back down, between them. His hand slid beneath the doctor's waistband, found his length and gripped it tight.
He hadn't had the young geneticist like this since Montana and it was so gratifying. He'd been searching for this all his life, for someone he'd rather fuck than tear apart. Sometimes with Mohinder the scales tipped toward the later, but more often than not, he could keep in mind this was someone he wanted to protect.
Mohinder let go of Sylar's lip when his sex was grabbed. He responded beautifully, gasping and tipping his head back, blood-slicked lips parted. Mohinder's eyes were shut and his lashes fanned as his body arched into the touch.
He hadn't felt like he needed or wanted something so badly since he first discovered the intense blood-lust upon waking up from the virus. His blood was starting to boil hot just from the very thought of Sylar playing with his body.
Mohinder clasped his free hand onto Sylar's bony shoulder blade and then drug his nails across, leaving angry red marks.
"Fuck me," he whispered, opening his eyes once more. "Fuck me while I feed on you." It was quite the fantasy; one he'd held back on when with Claire. Sex and feeding seemed to go hand in hand and he supposed he should consider himself lucky to have a partner who could do both at the same time, with ease.
"Oh, God, yes!" He was stripping the doctor in a heartbeat, pulling down and off any lower body garments before shucking his own. There was no telling him he wasn't desired, now, and he grinned devilishly at their mutual hardness.
"I have so wanted this," he purred, as he lowered himself back down between Mohinder's thighs. The tang of blood hit the air again, the Intuitive cutting his own palm to provide some small means to ease the way. But he was too caught up in the moment to go searching out proper lubricant, and part of him wanted to punish the doctor for what he was about to do, and everything hat had gone before.
One hand behind Mohinder's knee, the other steadily him against the bed, Sylar found the doctor's opening and forced entrance.
Oh, the pain! Mohinder hadn't been fucked since...well...their road-trip! And Sylar wasn't being very gentle about things!
He drew in a gasp and curled up, legs moving to squeeze tightly around Sylar's hips. Then, Mohinder did the only thing he could think of, in terms of retaliation.
He gripped the back of Sylar's neck like he'd done the night before and pulled him down closer. Instead of going for his neck, though, Mohinder went for his bony shoulder where it'd likely hurt more.
His fangs slid into Sylar with ease and then he was sucking as hard as he could, drawing that delicious life force into himself to take his mind off of the searing pain taking place down below.
Sylar let out a yell of pain and bucked his hips at that harsh bite. He breathed in fast, harsh gasps, stilling for a moment as he again fought instincts to tear away. His whole mind was clouded crimson red.
Finally he moved again, more slowly this time, seeking the depths of Mohinder's tight, smooth body so that he could begin a slow rocking rhythm against him. Every smooth roll of his hips came with a low, shuddering groan.
Mohinder's jaws loosened when Sylar slowed down. He unclenched his teeth from the man's shoulder let his head fall back after swallowing blood. He licked his lips to clear the blood from them and watched Sylar intensely, staring into his eyes.
It was starting to feel nice sooner than he'd expected, which could only mean the worst for him. He didn't want to be this attached. Not like he'd been long ago with Zane Taylor.
Sylar hit a rather nice spot deep inside of him and Mohinder twitched up towards the source of that pleasure, purring out a very soft "Unnn" noise. He set his palm against the killer's cheek and then brushed the pad of his thumb over the bottom lip he'd been sucking on a minute earlier. "Kiss me."
Sylar shivered from the nape of his neck to the base of his spine and obliged, leaning down to catch Mohinder's lips with his. Nevermind the blood, he didn't care. He was used to blood by now, especially his own. He just nipped at those plush lips with his, then parted their mouths against each other and let their tongues dance languidly.
He reached his hand back between their bodies, taking hold of Mohinder's sex again and stroked it, slow in the time to their rhythm. He wanted to capture this man, heart and whatever was left of his soul so that no matter what happened, he would have this. A place to come back to.
"God, I've missed you," he murmured into the kiss. "Missed this."
Mohinder didn't reply, because he was too busy sneaking his hand down between them, past Sylar's grip on his cock so that he could feel the killer's sex sliding in and out of. So erotic.
"Slower," he finally requested. The geneticist wanted to feed, but not if the sex was to be rougher. "Slower and then kiss my neck."
At least in the throws of sex, Sylar would listen to him like a good pet.
Indeed, as uneducated as he was in the ways of passion, he took the doctor's every instruction. He slowed his pace, rocking into Mohinder like the deep, heavy beat of a sleeping heart. He pressed his lips along the line of Mohinder's jaw, trailing down to his throat. He found a sweet, soft patch just at the joining of neck and jaw, right below the ear, and suckled there.
His blood pounded in his ears, his whole body flushed. The pressure building in his groin was so sweet, the tight feeling of Mohinder's body around him so luscious. He couldn't imagine being like this with any body else, but did his best to quiet the voice in the back of his mind that screamed how easily this could all be lost.
"Took Peter instead?? Peter is a good soul!" Mohinder yelled.. "Of course I chose him!"
Blood dripped from Mohinder's chin, down his neck.
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His expression was twisted with rage as he pushed himself onto an elbow, following mohinder's retreat backward. "And how well did that fucking work out?!" he demanded. "He has a fucking family! He doesn't need you! And now, you're- you're this!" With his free hand he gestured sharply to Mohinder's bloodied visage.
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It was something he obviously knew but it still was no fun to hear it from a man that he respected on a very hidden, very twisted level.
"You're right. And I don't need him. I don't need you, either. You're nothing to me," he lied with venom. "Nothing more than a snack that I can find somewhere else," Mohinder added, climbing off the bed. Shiva he wanted more of Sylar's blood. That little taste had been a tease. But he had to be strong! Control his urges!
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"Nn!" it wasn't even an actual word, just a sound of refusal to accept Mohinder's retreat. His hand shot out, and even if the Indian hadn't been in grasping range a moment before, he was by the time the brunette reached for him. His hand clenched around the doctor's wrist, his eyes fierce, glaring.
"Bullshit! I know what it is to fight a hunger like this, and it's torture! Do you really want to go back to scrounging vermin, or drinking dead, cold blood from plastic bags? There are three of us in all the world who can help you. One, her father will kill you without thinking twice if he found out what you did. And the second will act first for the good of the world if he's pushed. I am the only one who knows, and I am not going to let you turn your back on me now that you do, too!"
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"I don't want you! I don't like you and I never will! I'd rather drink from a dead rat than have my teeth in your flesh!" Rational thought was out the window. Mohinder simply wanted to hurt Sylar the only way he knew how.
As he spoke he leaned closer and closer to Sylar. "Even if you were the last man on earth I wouldn't want you. Got it?" he asked, his nose an inch from Sylar's.
Gods, he wanted to kiss the bastard!
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"Liar!" Sylar yanked him back down to the mattress, pivoting up as he did so he could pin the doctor to the mattress this time. He bit his own tongue, hard, in the instant before he crushed their mouths together, a brief swell of purple blood rushing across his palate. The wound wouldn't last, but it didn't matter. As he ground his hips down, stroking their mutually hardened cocks against each other through the fabric, he only wanted to prove how quickly Mohinder's desires would betray him.
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He slid his feet up the bed and arched into Sylar, unable to fight it. Sylar knew his weaknesses! Of course! He was done for.
Those sharp teeth sunk into Sylar's juicy bottom lip and Mohinder drew blood from it once his tongue healed up. More. He wanted more. Everything on him was aching in desire and he felt more like giving in than bickering, so Mohinder acquiesced.
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He growled as his lip was bit, but endured it. One hand kept Mohinder pinned by a bicep and the other roved as it pleased, running up his hard, thin planes, then back down, between them. His hand slid beneath the doctor's waistband, found his length and gripped it tight.
He hadn't had the young geneticist like this since Montana and it was so gratifying. He'd been searching for this all his life, for someone he'd rather fuck than tear apart. Sometimes with Mohinder the scales tipped toward the later, but more often than not, he could keep in mind this was someone he wanted to protect.
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He hadn't felt like he needed or wanted something so badly since he first discovered the intense blood-lust upon waking up from the virus. His blood was starting to boil hot just from the very thought of Sylar playing with his body.
Mohinder clasped his free hand onto Sylar's bony shoulder blade and then drug his nails across, leaving angry red marks.
"Fuck me," he whispered, opening his eyes once more. "Fuck me while I feed on you." It was quite the fantasy; one he'd held back on when with Claire. Sex and feeding seemed to go hand in hand and he supposed he should consider himself lucky to have a partner who could do both at the same time, with ease.
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"Oh, God, yes!" He was stripping the doctor in a heartbeat, pulling down and off any lower body garments before shucking his own. There was no telling him he wasn't desired, now, and he grinned devilishly at their mutual hardness.
"I have so wanted this," he purred, as he lowered himself back down between Mohinder's thighs. The tang of blood hit the air again, the Intuitive cutting his own palm to provide some small means to ease the way. But he was too caught up in the moment to go searching out proper lubricant, and part of him wanted to punish the doctor for what he was about to do, and everything hat had gone before.
One hand behind Mohinder's knee, the other steadily him against the bed, Sylar found the doctor's opening and forced entrance.
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He drew in a gasp and curled up, legs moving to squeeze tightly around Sylar's hips. Then, Mohinder did the only thing he could think of, in terms of retaliation.
He gripped the back of Sylar's neck like he'd done the night before and pulled him down closer. Instead of going for his neck, though, Mohinder went for his bony shoulder where it'd likely hurt more.
His fangs slid into Sylar with ease and then he was sucking as hard as he could, drawing that delicious life force into himself to take his mind off of the searing pain taking place down below.
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Sylar let out a yell of pain and bucked his hips at that harsh bite. He breathed in fast, harsh gasps, stilling for a moment as he again fought instincts to tear away. His whole mind was clouded crimson red.
Finally he moved again, more slowly this time, seeking the depths of Mohinder's tight, smooth body so that he could begin a slow rocking rhythm against him. Every smooth roll of his hips came with a low, shuddering groan.
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It was starting to feel nice sooner than he'd expected, which could only mean the worst for him. He didn't want to be this attached. Not like he'd been long ago with Zane Taylor.
Sylar hit a rather nice spot deep inside of him and Mohinder twitched up towards the source of that pleasure, purring out a very soft "Unnn" noise. He set his palm against the killer's cheek and then brushed the pad of his thumb over the bottom lip he'd been sucking on a minute earlier. "Kiss me."
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Sylar shivered from the nape of his neck to the base of his spine and obliged, leaning down to catch Mohinder's lips with his. Nevermind the blood, he didn't care. He was used to blood by now, especially his own. He just nipped at those plush lips with his, then parted their mouths against each other and let their tongues dance languidly.
He reached his hand back between their bodies, taking hold of Mohinder's sex again and stroked it, slow in the time to their rhythm. He wanted to capture this man, heart and whatever was left of his soul so that no matter what happened, he would have this. A place to come back to.
"God, I've missed you," he murmured into the kiss. "Missed this."
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"Slower," he finally requested. The geneticist wanted to feed, but not if the sex was to be rougher. "Slower and then kiss my neck."
At least in the throws of sex, Sylar would listen to him like a good pet.
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His blood pounded in his ears, his whole body flushed. The pressure building in his groin was so sweet, the tight feeling of Mohinder's body around him so luscious. He couldn't imagine being like this with any body else, but did his best to quiet the voice in the back of his mind that screamed how easily this could all be lost.
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