Drabbly type things
Five longer than a drabble bits that I wrote a while back but never posted because I am a dumb-dumb. The last one is a gen. piece from the POV of Sylar's mom, it doesn't include Mohinder, so mods if that doesn't fly I can remove that one.
Ratings: Pg- R
Hair
R
POV: Mohinder
Mohinder stretched languidly on his bed, watching Sylar shave through the open bathroom door. Sylar shaved at least once a day; his hair was thick, and he had a lot of it. Sylar was covered in hair and Mohinder loved it - such a contrast to his own smooth body. The killer hated it, thought all the body hair was disgusting. He'd admitted to Mohinder that he'd shaved it all off once, when he was seventeen. It had felt great for a few days, until the hair started growing back. Then he'd spent about two weeks uncomfortably itchy while the hair grew back.
Mohinder liked to play with Sylar's hair when he could get away with it. When they were sprawled out on the couch watching TV or a movie Mohinder liked to pull one of Sylar's legs over his side and gently tug the wiry hair there. Sylar would let him for a moment or two and then would pull his leg away. If Sylar was feeding his Hunger by reading an instruction manual to some obscure machine or tinkering with a watch, Mohinder would run his fingertips through the long, downy hair that started at Sylar's elbow and ended at his wrist. During foreplay Mohinder would press kisses to the inch wide trail of hair from Sylar's belly button to his groin. If he was orally pleasing Sylar he would card his fingers through the triangular thatch around Sylar's cock and when Sylar was deep inside him Mohinder adored feeling those hairs tickle and rub his backside. When they were both sated and ready for sleep Mohinder would curl his fingers in the heart shaped patch of hair on Sylar's chest. Sylar always let him get away with that one.
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Size
R
POV: Mohinder
Mohinder had something of a size kink when it came to Sylar. The killer was bigger than him in every way; taller, broader, heavier. His size extended to every aspect of him too. Even with Mohinder's weak gag reflex Sylar choked him, but Mohinder didn't mind in the least. He loved how Sylar's length blocked his throat, how he could feel Sylar's pulse through the big vein on the underside of Sylar's cock beat against his tongue and lower lip. He loved Sylar's enormous hands bruising his hips while Sylar's girth ripped him in half as the killer was pounding into him from behind.
Mohinder's favorite part about being smaller than Sylar was the fact that he fit perfectly into the curve of Sylar's body when they were curled together.
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Skin
R
POV: Sylar
Sylar was addicted to Mohinder's skin; the color of it, the way if felt under his hand, his lips, the way it tasted at the curve of Mohinder's neck, the way it smelled beneath the geneticist’s arms and at his groin.
Living in New York, Sylar had met people of all colors (had killed people of all colors) but none of them seemed to match Mohinder's tea color. Sylar liked looking at his own pale flesh against Mohinder's beautiful skin. He liked watching his hand glide over Mohinder's silky smooth chest. He liked watching his flushed cock plunge between Mohinder's darker thighs even better. Sylar liked to press kisses to Mohinder's neck when the Indian was fresh from the shower and tasted like soap and something Sylar couldn't identify but loved anyway. When they had sex after a long day and they were both coated in sweat Sylar liked to press his nose against the creases of Mohinder's body and inhale the deep musk that was purely Mohinder.
Sylar hated Mohinder's skin when it was ripped and bleeding, bruised and burned. Every night Sylar vowed to keep Mohinder's skin whole and intact and alive.
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Animal
PG-13
POV: Mohinder
If there was one thing Mohinder knew for certain about Sylar was that if you treated him like an animal, Sylar would react like one. If he was cornered he would lash out with every power in his arsenal. If someone managed to catch him, inevitably they’d point him at one of their enemies and loose him like a wild bull. Only Sylar wouldn’t stop once his target was dead, Sylar would turn on his handler as well. Like a predator caged, he would eventual turn on the hand that fed him.
Once, Mohinder managed to gentle Sylar, or so he thought. Once Sylar had curled on his bed like a giant cat but he became a tiger and turned. Once, Sylar had purred under his hands and then he roared and tried to rip out Mohinder’s throat.
Mohinder hadn’t known Sylar was Zane at the time. When he’d purred for Mohinder - Mohinder didn’t know if that had been Sylar or if that was just part of the act. Sylar once said he was the natural progression of the species. Mohinder didn’t want to believe that that was the direction the species was taking. Then Mohinder went through his ordeal with the synthetic ability and saw so many others in action. Mohinder didn’t know where their species would end up but he did know that Sylar was a different kind of animal.
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Afraid
PG
POV: Virginia Gray
A mother shouldn’t fear her child. Maybe that was how it was with natural mothers but not Virginia. Even though little Gabriel was barely five she was afraid of him. There were moments when she saw the darkness in his eyes and trembled in fear. It started just days after they had brought him home. He remembered nothing of his real parents and was showing signs of trauma.
A strongly religious woman, Virginia brought Gabriel to church with her every Sunday and sometimes Wednesdays. Over the years Virginia asked her priest to bless Gabriel, asked the Father to dispel the evil that lurked in Gabriel’s eyes.
As he grew older, Gabriel got bigger. Virginia knew that her little Gabriel wouldn’t stay little but his sheer mass made her afraid. Virginia loved Gabriel but he scared her. She loved him until he sold his soul and made a snow globe in her living room. She loved him until she saw the monster burning in his eyes, finally overtaking what light was left from his childhood. She loved him and feared him until the scissors pierced her heart.
Ratings: Pg- R
Hair
R
POV: Mohinder
Mohinder stretched languidly on his bed, watching Sylar shave through the open bathroom door. Sylar shaved at least once a day; his hair was thick, and he had a lot of it. Sylar was covered in hair and Mohinder loved it - such a contrast to his own smooth body. The killer hated it, thought all the body hair was disgusting. He'd admitted to Mohinder that he'd shaved it all off once, when he was seventeen. It had felt great for a few days, until the hair started growing back. Then he'd spent about two weeks uncomfortably itchy while the hair grew back.
Mohinder liked to play with Sylar's hair when he could get away with it. When they were sprawled out on the couch watching TV or a movie Mohinder liked to pull one of Sylar's legs over his side and gently tug the wiry hair there. Sylar would let him for a moment or two and then would pull his leg away. If Sylar was feeding his Hunger by reading an instruction manual to some obscure machine or tinkering with a watch, Mohinder would run his fingertips through the long, downy hair that started at Sylar's elbow and ended at his wrist. During foreplay Mohinder would press kisses to the inch wide trail of hair from Sylar's belly button to his groin. If he was orally pleasing Sylar he would card his fingers through the triangular thatch around Sylar's cock and when Sylar was deep inside him Mohinder adored feeling those hairs tickle and rub his backside. When they were both sated and ready for sleep Mohinder would curl his fingers in the heart shaped patch of hair on Sylar's chest. Sylar always let him get away with that one.
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Size
R
POV: Mohinder
Mohinder had something of a size kink when it came to Sylar. The killer was bigger than him in every way; taller, broader, heavier. His size extended to every aspect of him too. Even with Mohinder's weak gag reflex Sylar choked him, but Mohinder didn't mind in the least. He loved how Sylar's length blocked his throat, how he could feel Sylar's pulse through the big vein on the underside of Sylar's cock beat against his tongue and lower lip. He loved Sylar's enormous hands bruising his hips while Sylar's girth ripped him in half as the killer was pounding into him from behind.
Mohinder's favorite part about being smaller than Sylar was the fact that he fit perfectly into the curve of Sylar's body when they were curled together.
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Skin
R
POV: Sylar
Sylar was addicted to Mohinder's skin; the color of it, the way if felt under his hand, his lips, the way it tasted at the curve of Mohinder's neck, the way it smelled beneath the geneticist’s arms and at his groin.
Living in New York, Sylar had met people of all colors (had killed people of all colors) but none of them seemed to match Mohinder's tea color. Sylar liked looking at his own pale flesh against Mohinder's beautiful skin. He liked watching his hand glide over Mohinder's silky smooth chest. He liked watching his flushed cock plunge between Mohinder's darker thighs even better. Sylar liked to press kisses to Mohinder's neck when the Indian was fresh from the shower and tasted like soap and something Sylar couldn't identify but loved anyway. When they had sex after a long day and they were both coated in sweat Sylar liked to press his nose against the creases of Mohinder's body and inhale the deep musk that was purely Mohinder.
Sylar hated Mohinder's skin when it was ripped and bleeding, bruised and burned. Every night Sylar vowed to keep Mohinder's skin whole and intact and alive.
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Animal
PG-13
POV: Mohinder
If there was one thing Mohinder knew for certain about Sylar was that if you treated him like an animal, Sylar would react like one. If he was cornered he would lash out with every power in his arsenal. If someone managed to catch him, inevitably they’d point him at one of their enemies and loose him like a wild bull. Only Sylar wouldn’t stop once his target was dead, Sylar would turn on his handler as well. Like a predator caged, he would eventual turn on the hand that fed him.
Once, Mohinder managed to gentle Sylar, or so he thought. Once Sylar had curled on his bed like a giant cat but he became a tiger and turned. Once, Sylar had purred under his hands and then he roared and tried to rip out Mohinder’s throat.
Mohinder hadn’t known Sylar was Zane at the time. When he’d purred for Mohinder - Mohinder didn’t know if that had been Sylar or if that was just part of the act. Sylar once said he was the natural progression of the species. Mohinder didn’t want to believe that that was the direction the species was taking. Then Mohinder went through his ordeal with the synthetic ability and saw so many others in action. Mohinder didn’t know where their species would end up but he did know that Sylar was a different kind of animal.
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Afraid
PG
POV: Virginia Gray
A mother shouldn’t fear her child. Maybe that was how it was with natural mothers but not Virginia. Even though little Gabriel was barely five she was afraid of him. There were moments when she saw the darkness in his eyes and trembled in fear. It started just days after they had brought him home. He remembered nothing of his real parents and was showing signs of trauma.
A strongly religious woman, Virginia brought Gabriel to church with her every Sunday and sometimes Wednesdays. Over the years Virginia asked her priest to bless Gabriel, asked the Father to dispel the evil that lurked in Gabriel’s eyes.
As he grew older, Gabriel got bigger. Virginia knew that her little Gabriel wouldn’t stay little but his sheer mass made her afraid. Virginia loved Gabriel but he scared her. She loved him until he sold his soul and made a snow globe in her living room. She loved him until she saw the monster burning in his eyes, finally overtaking what light was left from his childhood. She loved him and feared him until the scissors pierced her heart.