Heroes fic: Contraindicated
Title: Contraindicated
Author: icalynn
Fandom/Pairing: Heroes, Mohinder/Sylar
Word Count: 1555
Rating: R
Summary: Mohinder discovers that Zane isn't who he claims to be.
A/N: This is a sequel to Snowfall. Not beta'd all mistakes are my own... and I know I should be writing my drabbles, but my Mylar muse is really loud! *g* Enjoy!
He glares at you from the other side of the room, the light of the laptop illuminating his face in an almost eerie light. His eyes flicker back down to what you assume he is reading and turns his heated gaze back to you. "Mohinder?" You question, instantly feeling uneasy at the sudden change in your lover's expression.
He doesn't speak as he turns the laptop around to face you. "Is it true?" He questions harshly as he bangs his hands on the desk, standing up.
Your eyes widened with the display of his anger and you instantly turn your gaze to the laptop. You suck in a quick breath as you suddenly realize what he is looking at. The games up and all you can do is nod your head. "Mohinder," you begin as you stand up to your full height, in a more graceful movement then you've adopted over the last few days.
"God," he gasps, turning his gaze away from you as if he can't bear to look at you. "How could I-" he begins, his voice trailing off as he once more glances at you. The pain in his eyes rips your heart open, and you never thought you'd feel like this.
"How could you what?" You question more harshly then you intended, but you can already feel him pulling away, closing his heart off to you. And it hurts.
"You killed my father!" He yells, pulling out a gun you didn't even realize he had in his possession. How thoughtless of you.
Something splits inside you at the sight of your lover holding a gun on you, it would be almost erotic if it wasn't for the current turn of events. "And what?" You demand your arms wide open in a simple gesture, daring him to shoot you.
He blinks, his arm shaking ever so slightly as he keeps the gun trained on you. You don't move, letting him think that he has the power over you, when you know that you have the power to kill him with a flick of your hand.
"Was this some sick sort of joke?" He groans. "Making me-" he stops, his voice cracking with the emotional strain he tries to hide from you.
"No." You whisper honestly and his hand falters once more, dropping to his side and you take that moment to close the distance between you and wrap your arms around him, pulling him close.
You inhale his scent, nuzzling his neck as you place a tender kiss to his skin. For a second he takes the warmth and comfort that you offer him. And for an instance you think that everything will be fine, that you'll be able to place this behind you and then he roughly pushes you away, firing the gun.
The bullet freezes in mid air with a mere thought on your part. You're done with this. "Enough," you exhale as you narrow your gaze and force the gun out of his hand, tossing it across the room. "Say it."
"Sylar." He hisses and you can't help but your close your eyes briefly, how you've waited for him to say your name. But, this isn't the ideal setting you had in mind.
He tries to scramble away, but you won't allow it. He's frozen in his spot, his eyes widening as he realizes he's caught in your hold, unable to move. "Let me go!" He cries out desperately and you try to push back the sudden twist of desire, of lust that overwhelms you. Despite it all, he's gorgeous while defiant, the flush of anger resembling lust.
"We could have had it so good," you insist your voice lower, more predatory then it's been since you've donned the personality of the slain musician. "Doctor Suresh."
He struggles against your hold as you wrap your arms around him, holding him to your body. You can't help but rest your forehead against his neck, nuzzling him, nipping at his skin. "I could have given it up for you."
"Liar," he hisses as he once more tries to break away. "You killed Dale-"
"She was the last," you snap as you pull away from him. "I haven't, not since-"
"Since what?" He demands as he suddenly finds that you've released his hold and he bangs his fists against your chest.
"The day in the snow," you whisper, realizing you've given away more than you've wanted to admit. "Mohinder-"
"Don't." He grates as he turns away and then promptly returns to face you. "You can't-"
"Mohinder," you repeat as you reach out, trailing your fingers over his face, ranking them through his dark curls, your lips brushing over his.
He stills, his eyes fluttering close. "I can't."
That answer is unacceptable to your ears. The fury that compounds you instantly manifests in the surroundings around you, items lift up and crash to the floor. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you drag him closer to you and you kiss him.
The kiss is brutal and you force his lips apart, nipping at his lips before you plunge your tongue into his mouth, needing so much more. He gasps into your mouth as he fights against you, his fingernails biting into your flesh- but, in truth, it only turns you on more.
He growls against your lips as his struggle weakens. You pull away slightly, gazing into his flushed face. "You killed my father," he whimpers before he crumbles against you, tears in his eyes and for the first time you regret taking the elder doctor's life.
"I-" you begin, unable to voice your sudden stab of regret, but then you realize if it wasn't for his death you would have never met him, he would have never come to the States in search of his father's murderer. "It was destiny," you state as he blinks up at you in confusion and you can't help but see the desperation in his eyes.
"You were meant to kill my father?" He stammers, dismissing your words with a shake of his head.
"His death brought meaning to your life." You state as you begin to unbutton his shirt, loving the way his silky skin feels beneath your fingers. "It brought you to me."
He shudders and he absentmindedly leans into your touch as he did so easily only hours before. And for a second everything snaps back into place, it feels real. Right.
"No," he suddenly protests as he pulls away once more.
Anger sweeps through you. This isn't how you planned your day, this isn't how it was suppose to end. "Mohinder." You growl as you push him up against the desk, kissing him hard, claiming him.
He whimpers under your touch and he nips at your lips. "I could never love a murderer like you."
You're eyes widen at his harsh words. "Nothing's changed," you hiss. "We shared our bed-"
"I could never love you," he repeats, his voice dry and void of all emotions.
"Liar." You grate as you run your fingers over the crotch of his jeans, smirking as you feel him respond to the brutal touch.
"You lied to me!" He cries, pushing your hand away. "You deceived me." He exhales and suddenly everything makes perfect sense. He's more upset that he fell in love with your impersonation of Zane then he is about you taking his father's life.
You can't help but laugh and he stares at you with absolute horror. "It was only a name," you whisper as you reach out once more to touch him, your fingers brushing up against his arm and he shakes his head slowly.
"And a rose by any other name would smell as sweet," he grumbles as he turns his gaze to you, his eyes sad, unforgiving. "Leave me."
"Mohinder," you protest as he reaches out on his own accord and places his finger on your lips.
"Please." He states and your heart breaks once more, the fight washing away as he leans up and kisses you softly.
It's a goodbye.
You deepen the kiss, wrapping your arms around him, holding him once more before you pull away. "Please," he repeats as he steps away.
You inhale sharply, nodding your head reluctantly. You bite your lip as you struggle not to challenge him once more. This isn't how it's supposed to end.
Before you know it, you're outside his apartment building, tears streaming down your face as you hide in the shadows, listening to your lover sobbing a few stories above you. Your heart constricts and you want more than anything to run back upstairs and pull him back into your arms.
"Love you."
You gasp, your tears increasing as his voice echoes in your ears, the haunted whisper sounding like a declaration from his lips.
"Love you," you confess, knowing that he'll never know, never hear the truth from your lips. He's pushed you away and only fate knows whether your paths will cross again. But, you'll never forget the first kiss stolen in the snow, nor the love you feel for him.
You're fated to love him, no matter what his moral compass has decided at this juncture. You have faith that you'll be with him again and until then, you have a few more powers to gain.
Author: icalynn
Fandom/Pairing: Heroes, Mohinder/Sylar
Word Count: 1555
Rating: R
Summary: Mohinder discovers that Zane isn't who he claims to be.
A/N: This is a sequel to Snowfall. Not beta'd all mistakes are my own... and I know I should be writing my drabbles, but my Mylar muse is really loud! *g* Enjoy!
He glares at you from the other side of the room, the light of the laptop illuminating his face in an almost eerie light. His eyes flicker back down to what you assume he is reading and turns his heated gaze back to you. "Mohinder?" You question, instantly feeling uneasy at the sudden change in your lover's expression.
He doesn't speak as he turns the laptop around to face you. "Is it true?" He questions harshly as he bangs his hands on the desk, standing up.
Your eyes widened with the display of his anger and you instantly turn your gaze to the laptop. You suck in a quick breath as you suddenly realize what he is looking at. The games up and all you can do is nod your head. "Mohinder," you begin as you stand up to your full height, in a more graceful movement then you've adopted over the last few days.
"God," he gasps, turning his gaze away from you as if he can't bear to look at you. "How could I-" he begins, his voice trailing off as he once more glances at you. The pain in his eyes rips your heart open, and you never thought you'd feel like this.
"How could you what?" You question more harshly then you intended, but you can already feel him pulling away, closing his heart off to you. And it hurts.
"You killed my father!" He yells, pulling out a gun you didn't even realize he had in his possession. How thoughtless of you.
Something splits inside you at the sight of your lover holding a gun on you, it would be almost erotic if it wasn't for the current turn of events. "And what?" You demand your arms wide open in a simple gesture, daring him to shoot you.
He blinks, his arm shaking ever so slightly as he keeps the gun trained on you. You don't move, letting him think that he has the power over you, when you know that you have the power to kill him with a flick of your hand.
"Was this some sick sort of joke?" He groans. "Making me-" he stops, his voice cracking with the emotional strain he tries to hide from you.
"No." You whisper honestly and his hand falters once more, dropping to his side and you take that moment to close the distance between you and wrap your arms around him, pulling him close.
You inhale his scent, nuzzling his neck as you place a tender kiss to his skin. For a second he takes the warmth and comfort that you offer him. And for an instance you think that everything will be fine, that you'll be able to place this behind you and then he roughly pushes you away, firing the gun.
The bullet freezes in mid air with a mere thought on your part. You're done with this. "Enough," you exhale as you narrow your gaze and force the gun out of his hand, tossing it across the room. "Say it."
"Sylar." He hisses and you can't help but your close your eyes briefly, how you've waited for him to say your name. But, this isn't the ideal setting you had in mind.
He tries to scramble away, but you won't allow it. He's frozen in his spot, his eyes widening as he realizes he's caught in your hold, unable to move. "Let me go!" He cries out desperately and you try to push back the sudden twist of desire, of lust that overwhelms you. Despite it all, he's gorgeous while defiant, the flush of anger resembling lust.
"We could have had it so good," you insist your voice lower, more predatory then it's been since you've donned the personality of the slain musician. "Doctor Suresh."
He struggles against your hold as you wrap your arms around him, holding him to your body. You can't help but rest your forehead against his neck, nuzzling him, nipping at his skin. "I could have given it up for you."
"Liar," he hisses as he once more tries to break away. "You killed Dale-"
"She was the last," you snap as you pull away from him. "I haven't, not since-"
"Since what?" He demands as he suddenly finds that you've released his hold and he bangs his fists against your chest.
"The day in the snow," you whisper, realizing you've given away more than you've wanted to admit. "Mohinder-"
"Don't." He grates as he turns away and then promptly returns to face you. "You can't-"
"Mohinder," you repeat as you reach out, trailing your fingers over his face, ranking them through his dark curls, your lips brushing over his.
He stills, his eyes fluttering close. "I can't."
That answer is unacceptable to your ears. The fury that compounds you instantly manifests in the surroundings around you, items lift up and crash to the floor. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you drag him closer to you and you kiss him.
The kiss is brutal and you force his lips apart, nipping at his lips before you plunge your tongue into his mouth, needing so much more. He gasps into your mouth as he fights against you, his fingernails biting into your flesh- but, in truth, it only turns you on more.
He growls against your lips as his struggle weakens. You pull away slightly, gazing into his flushed face. "You killed my father," he whimpers before he crumbles against you, tears in his eyes and for the first time you regret taking the elder doctor's life.
"I-" you begin, unable to voice your sudden stab of regret, but then you realize if it wasn't for his death you would have never met him, he would have never come to the States in search of his father's murderer. "It was destiny," you state as he blinks up at you in confusion and you can't help but see the desperation in his eyes.
"You were meant to kill my father?" He stammers, dismissing your words with a shake of his head.
"His death brought meaning to your life." You state as you begin to unbutton his shirt, loving the way his silky skin feels beneath your fingers. "It brought you to me."
He shudders and he absentmindedly leans into your touch as he did so easily only hours before. And for a second everything snaps back into place, it feels real. Right.
"No," he suddenly protests as he pulls away once more.
Anger sweeps through you. This isn't how you planned your day, this isn't how it was suppose to end. "Mohinder." You growl as you push him up against the desk, kissing him hard, claiming him.
He whimpers under your touch and he nips at your lips. "I could never love a murderer like you."
You're eyes widen at his harsh words. "Nothing's changed," you hiss. "We shared our bed-"
"I could never love you," he repeats, his voice dry and void of all emotions.
"Liar." You grate as you run your fingers over the crotch of his jeans, smirking as you feel him respond to the brutal touch.
"You lied to me!" He cries, pushing your hand away. "You deceived me." He exhales and suddenly everything makes perfect sense. He's more upset that he fell in love with your impersonation of Zane then he is about you taking his father's life.
You can't help but laugh and he stares at you with absolute horror. "It was only a name," you whisper as you reach out once more to touch him, your fingers brushing up against his arm and he shakes his head slowly.
"And a rose by any other name would smell as sweet," he grumbles as he turns his gaze to you, his eyes sad, unforgiving. "Leave me."
"Mohinder," you protest as he reaches out on his own accord and places his finger on your lips.
"Please." He states and your heart breaks once more, the fight washing away as he leans up and kisses you softly.
It's a goodbye.
You deepen the kiss, wrapping your arms around him, holding him once more before you pull away. "Please," he repeats as he steps away.
You inhale sharply, nodding your head reluctantly. You bite your lip as you struggle not to challenge him once more. This isn't how it's supposed to end.
Before you know it, you're outside his apartment building, tears streaming down your face as you hide in the shadows, listening to your lover sobbing a few stories above you. Your heart constricts and you want more than anything to run back upstairs and pull him back into your arms.
"Love you."
You gasp, your tears increasing as his voice echoes in your ears, the haunted whisper sounding like a declaration from his lips.
"Love you," you confess, knowing that he'll never know, never hear the truth from your lips. He's pushed you away and only fate knows whether your paths will cross again. But, you'll never forget the first kiss stolen in the snow, nor the love you feel for him.
You're fated to love him, no matter what his moral compass has decided at this juncture. You have faith that you'll be with him again and until then, you have a few more powers to gain.