H.A.K.M challenge! Mohinder/Sylar- AU-verse where they work for the Company!
I've challenged myself to write top!Mo...I swear, I swear it's only because Sylar was tired and you wouldn't want a dead bottom that it didn't happen here! Next time...I promise *clasps hands*
Title: Just Another Day Again
Author: Tinkering
Summary: AU- Sylar and Mohinder work for the Company. They track down dangerous 'specials'. But one of those specials has gotten them in trouble because they are now trapped in our canon!-verse! [Morrison, the time/space continuum ripping special is mine. Explanation inside.]
Rating: NC-17. I can't help it...I just can't help it!
Warnings: I'm going to say, sleepy sex. And snark, because it was requested. And Dom! Mo...even if he still bottomed, technically speaking.
Spoilers: We've all watched Seasons One and Two right?
If this sounds like another certain Company fic...it was a challenge, yes. =)
I've apparently been sucked into another multi-chaptered terror that careens screaming out of control. *looks at her word count in abstract horror then the clock*
Mohinder palmed the cartridge of his gun into the clip and put on the safety with an easy flick before sliding it into his shoulder holster. Buttoning the middle button on his gun-metal gray suit so the jacket hide the holster on the left he turned to his partner who was lounging on an armchair by the door waiting.
"Are you ready to go yet?" Dark eyes rose to look at him from under darker brows before one lifted sardonically.
"Aren’t I always ready?" Sylar stood and stretched his long body easily, black turtleneck pulling against his torso under his coat. Mohinder rolled his eyes and looked away, grabbing his medical case and a few files.
"Yes we know how you’re always ready Sylar." Mohinder pushed his glasses up his nose bridge with a sigh and walked past his partner to the door. "And put those vials back where you found them. You break any I’m making Bob take it out of your paycheck. So stop playing with my lab equipment."
He didn’t need eyes in the back of his head to imagine Sylar rolling his eyes, maybe muttering under his breath, before floating the test tubes he’d been juggling telekinetically back to their rack. The soft clinking let him know when they all landed safely. "Good boy."
"You know Mohinder, just because we work together…doesn’t mean I won’t zap you in the ass or accidentally slam a door into that pretty nose of yours." Sylar commented off-handedly as he sauntered out the door he was holding open. Mohinder dragged a hand through his short curls with an aggrieved sound.
"Then stop…doing things like that! And I won’t have to scold you like a misbehaving child. We’re at work. We work here…when we get home…" He stepped out, practically pressed against Sylar’s chest and pulled the door shut behind himself. "Then we can play all you like."
"Promise?" A dark whisper breathed into his face as Sylar’s dark eyes looked down, devouring him. Light, invisible fingers traced down his spine through his jacket but his face stayed stoic.
Mohinder looked back up slightly and tilted his head to the side. "Not if you keep disobeying." And with that he stepped smoothly around the trench-coated man, walking away down the hall. "Hurry up Sylar!"
PROCEED SWIFTLY
The car purred along smoothly below them, eating up the road steadily on their way to Ohio. Sylar kept his eyes on the road all throughout the drive, Mohinder reading the file to him. Occasionally he would sneak a peek at the geneticist when a picture was pushed towards him but mostly he tried to resist eyeing up Mohinder, thinking of tonight. They might not get home tonight but he’d promised…
"The notes that have been attached to this Morrison fellows’ file state that he actually can’t control his ability. I’m hoping if we simply approach him and explain what we have to do he might come quietly…" Mohinder’s soft accented tones washed over him, brought him back to the task at hand.
"And if that doesn’t work we bring him down like the animal he is." Sylar replied a lot more animatedly. Mohinder looked up and gave him a disgusted look that he replied to with a laugh.
"You know, it wasn’t so long we had to bring you in for ‘reconditioning’ Gabriel." His hands clenched on the steering wheel. "You almost snapped and ran wild after you killed your mother. It’s a lucky thing you weren’t the one who actually exploded and the Company managed to haul you in after your injury. You owe your new life to them."
"Do not fucking go there Mohinder." He held the steering wheel so stiffly his hands turned a bloodless white. "I do not need a reminder of what the Company did for me. I don’t need you to remind me about their idea of ‘reconditioning’ and I certainly…" And he let his face twist into an ugly sneer before turning to Mohinder. "…do not want you to call me that ever again. Or need I remind you what the Company did for you? You’re lucky you’re still fucking alive, Dr. Suresh. I’ve been with them longer than you have and I know I’m more highly valued than you."
Mohinder scoffed. "Don’t act like you’re so much better than anyone else. And you’re hardly all that special. You’re lucky the Company and Peter agreed to let you adopt his ability. And that was only because he had Claire’s. You will never get that at least. And you’re just their weapon. You have the control Peter doesn’t. That’s all you are."
He relaxed his grip on the steering wheel and smiled. "Funny you should mention that." He flicked his eyes over to Mohinder and his lazy smile turned into a cutting grin. "How’s it working for you? Having your dear daughter Molly’s protection held over your head for working for the Company? Finding any cures for the team? Putting down dangerous ‘specials’ in exchange for her life? Ever so selfless of you by the way Mohinder…"
"Fuck you." The leather folder was slammed onto the dashboard of the Mercedes hard enough to make Sylar wince as it echoed hollowly in his ears. "Fuck you Sylar. At least I don’t have delusions about where I stand. I know I’m just their scientist and assistant executioner. I’m just your partner and fuck buddy. But at least I don’t have megalomaniac delusions that I will become the next grand step in evolution and rule the fucking world!"
"Remember you said that in a few years Mohinder." Sylar pressed down more harshly on the gas pedal and smirked wickedly as Mohinder grabbed onto the handhold above the door to steady himself, glaring.
Yes. There would not be any sex tonight. Not any without bodily harm anyway.
BUT CAUTIOUSLY
Mohinder turned a sharp glare on him before putting on his poker face and then layering it over with his low wattage smile as he waited for someone to answer the doorbell. Sylar rolled his eyes and leaned casually on the side of the doorframe, flicking his already clean nails cleaner.
The door opened to reveal a small, mousey-looking man. "Mr. Morrison? My name is Mohinder Suresh. Dr. Mohinder Suresh, geneticist. I was asked to come here by some people hoping to help you with…" He paused for effect as the man’s eyes flitted over them anxiously. "Your newly discovered gift."
"H-how did you get my name and address? And who-who is he?" Sylar raised an eyebrow looking from the man to Mohinder.
"Ah. Well the company I work for, he is one of their…agents, and they gave me your information and sent us here to help you. To explain to you what is occurring within your body and to perhaps have a catalog done of incidences of your ability manifesting." Mohinder grinned his megawatt smile and the perfect white of his teeth seemed to distract from the unanswered part of Morrison’s question. "May we come in?"
"Uh…I…I guess so." The man stepped aside for Mohinder and stepped back again as Sylar’s black layered body swooped through the doorway. "Uh, do you want to…sit?" He led them into his living room and Mohinder smiled replying with a ‘yes, thank you.’ Sylar puffed irritatedly and sat near the doorway to the room. If this wasn’t going to be an interesting capture he wasn’t all that involved. He let their talk drift over his conscious for a few minutes before the change in the pitch of their voices caught his attention again.
"It isn’t something you can…can catalog! It isn’t experimental! When it’s done, it’s done!" Morrison rose from his seat agitated and Sylar moved as well, unfurling gracefully into a loose limbed stance.
"Calm down Mr. Morrison." Mohinder stood as well and placed an arm across in front of his chest.
"Sit." Dark brown eyes cut into him and he stared back defiantly for a moment before giving in. Mohinder turned a more calming smile on the man again and tried to placate him. "We aren’t asking you to so much cause another disturbance, such as what was reported. But to simply try to explain what happened."
"It’s…unexplainable. I’ll be doing something…not even thinking about anything consciously an-and-" Morrison pointed to a far wall of his living room. It was strange, eerie to watch the room ripple as if under the effect of one of his illusions, yet it was the same room, just suddenly the wall was a different colour, patterned differently, with an expensive looking mirror hanging. Morrison suddenly let out a shocked moan and it rippled away again. "I can’t…can’t control it!"
"That is an interesting ability Mr. Morrison." Sylar undercut Mohinder from his seat. "What exactly was that?"
"I, I don’t know how to…It happened once in a portion of the park. Thank God it was deserted. I was, stressed, I remember. And I wanted to get away from people. The park, the whole park," His voice became animated in his distress. "Suddenly began to ripple and…and when I could see everything clearly again it wasn’t, it wasn’t the same park anymore. Or more…it was in the right place but it wasn’t a park."
"Time travel?" Mohinder suggested softly and was met with his shaken head.
"No. Nakamura didn’t do things like this." Sylar eyed the man speculatively as his gaze darted between the two of them and stood again slowly. "Mr. Morrison…you have nothing to worry about anymore. We’ll help you." He made his voice soothing, darkly mellow. It didn’t work the way it was supposed to.
"A-are you h-h-here to kill me!?" Morrison started to back away a terrified look on his face. Mohinder stepped forward hurriedly as Sylar smiled.
"No! Mr. Morrison no, please, calm down. Mr. Sy…my associate has the power to absorb other people’s abilities. He has the ability himself to…understand powers and can usually control them as well." Mohinder raised his arms slowly. "We can also offer you the option of removing your powers if you can’t live with them. My company has made great strides in…"
"No! You’ve got a gun!" Sylar couldn’t help a wild grin as Morrison turned to run and Mohinder shouted out. Finally action!
Telekinesis slammed the man harshly into one of his own walls and Mohinder pulled out his gun reluctantly as the man slumped to the floor, half-conscious. Sylar walked forward on one side as Mohinder flanked him on the other.
"We’re terribly sorry about this Mr. Morrison." Mohinder said softly to the man slipping out of consciousness.
"Don’t worry. It won’t hurt at all." Sylar stooped and placed his hands to Morrison’s pounding temples, fingers pressed against the side of his brain. He focused on summoning forth Peter’s power, carefully extracting and beginning to add Morrison’s to his arsenal. He had it…he thought he had it…
"Sylar!" Mohinder stepped back sharply, started to backpedal almost and he turned to catch his fearful face.
"What?" He looked back at the man he was holding and found the area behind him…around him actually rippling menacingly. "It’ll wear off when he passes out." He replied, voice sure.
"Sylar…get up and get out of there…It doesn’t look like it’s-!" The whole room, wobbled, rippled and then reality snapped back into place suddenly, a feeling of vertigo and displacement grabbing them both and sending them sinking into a lushly carpeted floor.
"What the…" He pushed himself up from his crumpled position to find Mohinder sitting on his ass, wide eyed and gun trained past him, staring at the spot where Morrison had been. Where Morrison had… "What the fuck!?"
"Sylar…I think he used it again. And he’s…" Mohinder looked around and noted the familiar blue décor they had glimpsed in Morrison’s display. "He’s ‘moved’ us to…here."
"Where is here?" Sylar growled, pushing up on his black denim-clad legs and standing. Mohinder pushed himself forward smoothly and stood as well, gun at his side.
"We appear to be in someone’s home. Where Morrison’s home was…" Sylar cut him off shortly. "But let me guess, it’s not Morrison’s home." He looked around. Definitely not Morrison’s home. The house was slightly larger, more richly decorated and the design different.
"We need to get out of here. Get somewhere safe. Lie low, find out what’s going on and try to get this under control." Mohinder started for the door with him right behind, already discharging orders. "You’re going to have to get a handle on this power as soon as possible. I have no idea…where or when we are but I have a feeling Sylar…we’re not where we’re meant to be anymore."
"Mohinder…There’s sort of a little problem. You know how some powers are…innate? Like you don’t really have to ‘summon’ them they’re just there? Like Peter’s empathy, my intuitive aptitude…Claire’s ability to heal?" He waited for the slow, curl-shaking nod. "Well…umm, Morrison’s was apparently like that too? I’m…having some problems finding it."
"Finding it. Finding it in your head." He bristled at Mohinder’s flat tone. "Sylar, we’re standing in the middle of some stranger’s house, in a world we don’t know and you’re telling me basically you’re not sure you can even tap into Morrison’s ability. Do you even have it?"
"I don’t recall you having powers Mohinder. Do you want to be the one who has to go through hell perfecting every losers’ powers for them?" Sylar bit back.
"What is going on here?!" A bejeweled and elegantly dressed old lady came around the corner of her entertainment room and found two men standing in the foyer of her house yelling at each other. Understandably, it was only after her exclamation of shock she realized the best thing to do would have been to retreat and call the police. Especially on seeing how the two of them looked. One in all-black wearing a leather coat and the other in a suit, holding a silver gun.
As the old woman stepped back Mohinder bit his lip and nodded his head once sharply. A vase on the side table floated up behind the lady and Mohinder quickly interjected on his actions. "Don’t kill her!"
"Wha-" CRASH! The soft tinkling of china hitting the floor was relaxing and Sylar with one sweeping motion of his hand cleared the carpet again, china bits going under the table. He left the lady lying where she was though.
"You took pleasure in that didn’t you?" He shook his head appalled. Sylar shrugged.
"Can we go now? When we get somewhere safe and secluded I’ll give tapping into Morrison’s powers another try."
Mohinder finally put away his gun with a sigh. "If this power is what I think it is…I’m not even sure we’ll be accepted if we go to Company headquarters. I think, I believe we should go to your apartment."
Sylar bristled. "Back to my mother’s home. Mohinder I don’t think…" Brown eyes glared hotly.
"There is no where else Sylar. If her death was truly an accident then stop blaming yourself for it and don’t give me grief over having to spend a night in your old home!" He wrenched open the door and gestured outside. "Now come on, get us a car. An old model that shouldn’t have GPS installed and let us get ourselves back to New York. You can change our plates on the way." Sylar huffed and walked out into the afternoon sunlight.
THE MYLAR HAS BEEN KNOWN TO BITE
He actually couldn’t help giving it a little try in the car and had the regretful feeling that this was one of those abilities not worth the trouble, like Nikki Sanders’ super-strength in exchange for a split personality disorder.
Speaking of the car, stupid piece of crap… He glared at the flat tire they had and the equally useless spare and at a sweaty, panting Mohinder as he loosened the top of his crisp, blue satin business shirt.
"I’m afraid we’re going to have to steal another car. Rather you. Pick a better one this time. When I said old enough not to have GPS I didn’t mean, so old it’s about to break down." Mohinder wiped the back of his hand over his forehead, missing Sylar’s scowl.
He shrugged out of his coat and pushed it into a confusedly blinking Mohinder’s arms before he stepped out into the road slightly and stuck out his thumb.
Three cars later an Audi SUV pulled up next to them and a young blonde women leaned out her window over dark shades. "Are you gentlemen having some problems?"
"Yes." He gave his slow smile and pointed his thumb back over his shoulder where a Nissan Rogue was now sat on the curb. "SUVs…trouble aren’t they?"
The woman laughed merrily and turned off her car, unlocking the door. "Don’t I know it. Would you like a ride somewhere?" She looked over his shoulder at Mohinder and her eyes widened. "I’m…going in the direction you were?"
Sylar’s smile widened into a charming smirk. "Would you? That would be so nice." He waved over his frowning partner and opened the back door to the SUV. "Why don’t you grab our briefcases from the van and climb up front?" The blonde woman perked up at the prospect as he climbed into the back and opened the passenger door, immediately started to fluff her hair as Mohinder turned away from the spectacle.
"So what do you two guys do? You look so…" She turned and Sylar really didn’t care what she was about to say. A quick jab to her pressure point and her eyes were rolling back. She slumped to the side, sunglasses falling off and Mohinder came back, sans anything and pulled her out the door into their scruffy, small Sentra. Sylar used the time to scramble his long-legged body between the car seats and slide into the driver’s side.
"Ah. That was easy."
Mohinder scoffed, climbing in. "Why didn’t you just rip off your shirt and flex your arms a bit. You are so fucking crude."
"I’m crude?" Sylar’s lips twisted into a wry smirk as he turned the key in the ignition and put the car in gear. "God Mohinder. You do know what to say to a man to get him hot and bothered." Mohinder rolled his eyes and Sylar smiled wider at the cordiality of the move turning his eyes to the road as Mohinder started to search around the car dashboard and backseat.
Six hundred dollars in cash richer and after two stops at ATMs with the woman’s credit cards, using Micah Sanders ability to scramble the machines afterwards, they moved on with two thousand five in cash. Sylar decided since the car was such a sweet ride they would keep it and while in the parking lot at the bank had changed their plates. Mohinder agreed surprisingly without a fight and they continued their car ride in relative silence.
"Okay, explain to me about this ability. Why can’t you get it to work? I know I…" Mohinder shifted in his seat so his back was against the door, gun pressed into the car seat at his side. "I don’t always say I appreciate your skill. But you are the Company’s best agent. How could you fail this time?"
Sylar flicked his eyes from the road to Mohinder quickly, frown furrowing his brows. "Wow. You’re that worried."
Mohinder’s face darkened suddenly and Sylar back-pedaled. "Sorry. I just mean, well, you never say anything…right." He tilted his head to the side and thought hard before speaking. "Morrison actually, having lived with it for years, might be the best person to control this. This is one you can’t just perfect with practice. It takes time. In this case his emotions might actually be what were triggering the incidences. Which means if I have to act emotional to get this thing to work we’re screwed." Sylar tried to joke.
"You can’t harness it without emotion?" Mohinder asked, consternation colouring his voice.
"It’s that or time itself. It’ll sort itself out when it’s ready." Sylar sighed, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "I wish Morrison had mentioned how long it took the park, where a full scale incident happened, to go back to normal."
"But technically he didn’t…come with us. So what does that mean? Can it go back to normal if he isn’t here?" Mohinder leaned forward suddenly. "You have to figure out how to use it."
"Mohinder. Seriously, I’ve never…" He’d never seen Mohinder quite this flustered. "It’ll be okay. We’re still together, yeah?" He looked at his partner from the corner of his eye and watched him rake his hand through his hair nervously again before pushing up his glasses.
"Morrison’s ability has not manipulated the time continuum like Hiro Nakamura’s did. It has ripped it." Mohinder swallowed before continuing. "Sylar, we’re in an alternate universe where everything’s been turned inside out and…and I don’t understand it. I don’t like not being able to…"
Sylar held the wheel with one hand and let his other slide across the distance between them. Mohinder looked down at it for a moment before looking away through the window. "Not if you were the last man on Earth. Just so you know." Tanned fingers interlaced with his and he smirked, finger gliding lightly over Mohinder’s silver thumb ring.
"I’d expect nothing less Mohinder." He squeezed gently before pulling away. "You’ll hate me for this when you wake up but…you need to sleep Mohinder." Soft, silky tones floated through the car and Mohinder opened his mouth to protest, dazed confusion and precognizant anger clashing against each other in his eyes. "Sleep Mohinder."
"Bas…" Was whispered lowly before Mohinder’s head rolled over to the side and his eyes fluttered shut. Sylar used gentle telekinesis to turn him straight in the seat and make his neck comfortable.
"You’ll thank me later when things go into the next level of Hell." He reached over and brushed away a half curl. "Trust me Mohinder."
HARD. BUT YOU'LL LIKE IT
As they cruised into New York twelve hours later he prodded gently at the sleeping man in the seat next to him with his powers. He watched with a half smile as Mohinder moaned unhappily and shifted to try to bloke the ‘poker’ only to get jabbed sharply in the neck.
"Unh!" He shivered, body jerking forward against the seat belt before his eyes widened suddenly behind small oval shaped lenses. "What-? You!" Mohinder snarled. "You fucking used it on me!"
"It?" He blinked blearily still half-smiling. "The voice! The fucking suggestion you bastard!" "Mmm…" Sylar yawned, covering his mouth slowly. "You needed the sleep. We’ll be there in a bit." The headlights on their car cut through the darkness effectively and his mind was admittedly only half on remembering where to go, the other already skipping ahead to a bed.
"I don’t care!" Mohinder hissed back furiously. "You never, ever use those types on me. Mind control is off-limits! Do you understand me?"
He rolled his neck uncomfortably and finally glared. "Crystal. Excuse me." The next corner they made was taken too sharply and Mohinder grabbed the door handle again, glaring as Sylar kept his eyes straight ahead. Here.
The apartment was unlit, the building looked deserted actually and Sylar wondered if the story of a woman being murdered by her son on the fifth floor was keeping tenants away. He pulled up against the curb in front of a meter and turned off the lights before turning off the car.
"We’re here." He unlocked the door and practically fell out, exhaustion suddenly catching up to him brutally.
"If you hadn’t let me sleep so bloody long we could have switched." Mohinder frowned but still wrapped an arm over his shoulder, locked up the car and then started to move him towards the front steps. Sylar let out a tired groan and stared at the door for a long moment before the lock clicked open loudly. Mohinder nudged it open with his foot then braced Sylar through, using his shoulder to hold the door.
"If we can stay anywhere in the building do you still want to go up there?" Mohinder queried, heading towards the side staircase.
"My room." Sylar looked down slightly at the top of Mohinder’s head as his body practically slumped on his. "Sorry."
"It’s fine." Mohinder replied curtly and started to drag him up the stairs. It took a few long minutes as his body was practically dead weight but once they got to his door, Mohinder didn’t bother to wait for him he shouldered it open with a firm shoulder slam.
His eyes swept quickly over the room, categorizing, labeling, noticing small differences here and there…and…there was still a faint chalk mark on the ground. "Was…meant to happen-I guess." He muttered almost to himself as Mohinder kept him moving.
"Bed. You’re rambling." Mohinder puffed kicking open his bedroom door. "We’re lucky you didn’t pass out driving."
He gave a tired half-smile. "Sorry again." Mohinder snorted lightly and dropped him onto the bed. "If only you were so compliant when lucid." Half-mast dark eyes looked at Mohinder as he gazed down at him on the bed and Sylar couldn’t help smirking slowly, sleepily.
"Do you want to?" Mohinder bit down on his left thumb harshly before unclipping his holster quickly. His jacket was shrugged out of and tossed onto a dresser top.
"You’re practically unconscious." Yet he was unbuttoning his silk shirt and slipping his arms out of that as well. Sylar blinked indolently.
"Sorry, no help from me-" A yawn cut him off. "Tonight."
"I can work with that." Mohinder wriggled out of his trousers and underwear and climbed onto the bed. Sylar let out an appreciative sound at the sight of his lover's arousal and raised his hips slightly as Mohinder fumbled for his jeans’ button. "Ah…yes!" Sylar let out a soft chuckle and lowered himself again after Mohinder got his jeans and briefs past his thighs.
"I’m not even properly angry anymore. Damn bastard. You had to go make me angry doing something…almost caring." Mohinder muttered and lifted his half-soft cock gently. Sylar shuddered, let out a drowsy moan and watched Mohinder disappear from his line of sight. He hadn’t quite been daydream about being fucked quietly to sleep this morning but if this was all he could get, he’d take it.
His voice rose from a sleepy bass moan to blissfully happy tenor as Mohinder’s hot mouth closed around the head of his cock. He shuddered again and fisted the sheets, clenching and relaxing in time to the soft suction of Mohinder’s mouth. "God…" A drowsy sigh rippled out of his throat as nimble fingers teased at his sacs, the base of his cock and a soft humming started around his cock. Blood rushing rapidly to his groin made him stiff now and Mohinder gave one last hard suck before pulling off. "Ahh…God!"
Mohinder sat up, straddled his hips and then started to suck wetly on three of his fingers. Sylar blinked, cock waiting stiffly, and he hoped Mohinder hurried as his eyelids started to feel heavy. "Oh, Christ!" Half-opened eyes opened wider watching Mohinder spread himself quickly with the fingers he had wet. Soft grunting as he rose and fell on his fingers echoed in Sylar’s ears as he watched and his breathing quickened slightly. Did that mean…
"Sy…Sy…" He arched, groaning deeply as Mohinder pulled and positioned him at his opening. "Oh Go-UH!" "Sy-lar!" Mohinder squeezed his eyes shut and pushed down firmly, muscles fluttering around him. "Oh Christ yes!"
Sylar’s lips pursed tightly as Mohinder ground himself down onto his cock and his eyes squeezed shut on the next upward motion. Damn Mohinder, damn him…He clutched at a bronzed hip harshly and bucked up into the next downward thrust.
"Oh yes! Sy-larrr…that’s…" Mohinder’s next moan tapered off into a high whine as he rolled his hips and hit his prostate firmly. "IT!" He summoned what little control he had left and used an invisible force to pull Mohinder’s dark curls back, watching his neck tendons flex and pull with his motions. "Uhgh! Guh-od!"
"Mo-hinder…" His voice was heavy, languid as he offered his hips up again only to be pushed back down under Mohinder’s force.
"Please, please God please…" Mohinder’s desperate chanting told him his lover was close and he gave one last arch upwards before grabbing Mohinder’s blood-filled cock and pumping him harshly. Mohinder’s body quivered with tension, then exploded on his next arch upwards, shooting come over Sylar’s black turtleneck. He ground back down and rolled his hips urgently through the last of his body’s spasm and then leaned over Sylar’s limp body, propped on his forearms. "Oh…God…"
Sylar let out a soft moan and shuddered under him. It was telling how tired he was he could probably lose this erection and fall asleep in under a minute still but Mohinder levered himself off him and with no warning sucked his cock back down his throat. The unexpectedness- the dirtiness - of it made him buck hard, a gasp lodged in his throat.
"Fuck!" His hands strangled the sheets in his passion and after a few sucks with a final loud groan he spilled himself into Mohinder’s waiting mouth. "Mohin-der!" His cock slipped out of his mouth wetly and the lovely tawny skinned man climbed back up his body.
"I needed that. Thank you." His mouth opened slackly, soft gasps escaping but the look in his eye probably conveyed his smug unspoken ‘pleasure to serve’ by the roll of Mohinder’s eye. His body was now a lax puddle of useless, Mohinder was climbing off the bed to go wash up and his only shirt was covered in come. Life was good.