Title: Elite (12/?)
Author:
icalynnFandom/Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Word Count: 1571
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sylar and Mohinder are reunited, for real this time! *g*
A/N: Happy Memorial Day Weekend!! And as always many thanks to my beta,
river_rat_grrl for keeping me going and helping me with my flighty muse!! *hugs*
This is the next installment of the Enhanced AUverse, takes place immediately following the events of Enhanced.
Stories in the Enhanced AUverse:
Evolving,
Fragments,
Enhanced.
Previous parts:
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
Nine,
Ten,
Eleven Mohinder flinches as he hears the floorboards creak behind him and he turns quickly, his heart skipping a beat as he catches a glimpse of the taller man. "Sylar," he exhales sharply, his eyes meeting the intense gaze. "Is this real?" He questions, voice hitching as he backs up into the table.
"I'm here," he whispers in response as he crosses over to him and pauses, standing before the doctor. He ghosts his fingers over Mohinder's arms, drifting down his sides and placing his hands on the lab table behind him. "Mohinder," he whispers into his ears.
Mohinder tilts his head up, searching his gaze. "Sylar," he moans, leaning into him and inhaling his scent. He digs his fingers into the lapel of his jacket and pulls him closer, crushing his lips in a demanding kiss.
Sylar responds eagerly, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him tightly against him. "I want you," he whispers as they part to breathe.
"God, yes," Mohinder agrees, nipping at his lips. He growls as they kiss once more, their bodies rock against the table, jarring the rack of test tubes, spilling the contents over. "Careful."
Sylar chuckles against his lips as they hit the table once more and the glass tubes shake, rolling off the table and shattering against the floor. "Fuck," He grates as he blocks the spray of glass and liquid from hitting them.
"Leave it," Mohinder urges. "Bed, now."
Sylar growls glancing around before he teleports them to the bedroom. "Better?" He purrs as they knock their knees against the bed.
"Oh," Mohinder gasps, his head spinning from the euphoria of the jump and the feeling of his body pressed against Sylar's. "Amazing," he muses as he holds onto the taller man and kisses him.
Sylar smiles, deepening the kiss with a slip of his tongue. "Naturally."
Mohinder huffs, pulling away slightly, "You're incorrigible."
Sylar snickers, sweeping in once more to kiss him, their fingers rapidly tearing away the fabric between them. "Mohinder," he moans as his hands roam over his freshly exposed skin.
"Yes," he whimpers as the long pale fingers tease his nipples and he bites back a moan.
"So, beautiful." He breathes in admiration as he leans in and kisses his neck. Mohinder stills, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation, his words invoking memories he'd once thought were meaningless to him.
He trembles, clutching onto the taller man as he suddenly remembers everything and the Haitians' reassurance comes true. You can recall them back in time.
Sylar pauses, noticing that he's no longer responsive to his touch, "Mohinder?"
The doctor smiles, his eyes opening to drink in the man he loves, the one he finally remembers. "Sylar," he whispers as he grabs hold of his shoulders and pulls him closer to him, kissing him.
He flounder's slightly at the intense kiss, returning it gratefully as they topple over on the bed. "Fuck," he gasps as they part for air, his eyes black with lust and their bodies entwined.
Mohinder rocks his hips up, aligning their heavy erections. "Want you," he moans, trailing his fingers down Sylar's back, urging him to move.
Sylar hisses at the contact and grinds their hips together, adding to the friction. "More," he groans. "I want-" he growls as he bites down into the dark gleaming skin, "To be inside you."
Mohinder bucks up, his body trembling at the thought of his lover penetrating him. He moans, nodding his head as he grips the back of Sylar's neck and brings his head up for a kiss. "Yes."
He moans into his mouth, slipping his tongue between parted lips, kissing him deeply. Sylar pulls back slightly, nipping the doctor's lower lip and continuing down. "Teach me," he exhales against the smooth expanse of his neck.
"Oh, god." Mohinder gasps, clutching onto his arms and arching up his back, pressing their erections together once more.
"Close," Sylar chuckles under his breath, leaning back up for another searing kiss. "Now teach me," he urges once more.
The doctor moans, trying to find his voice to tell him what little he knows about sex between two men, never experiencing it for himself. "You have to prepare me," he begins, his voice low and husky, making Sylar even harder at the mere utterance of the words.
"Prepare you," he repeats as he kisses his lips reverently and begins kissing his way down Mohinder's body, pausing momentarily at the dark pert nipples. He trails his tongue around each tight nub, laving them before nipping lightly.
Mohinder cries out, hands fisting in the sheets below him, arching up into his touch, "Sylar."
He smirks, pulling away as he slides down his body. He presses a tiny kiss to his hip bone, loving how the doctor's skin flushes to a rosy hue, begging for his touch. "Patience is a virtue," he hums as he ghosts his fingers over Mohinder's leaking erection.
"Bloody bastard," the other man curses as he trembles with need below him, hips bucking up for any contact.
"Shhh," Sylar soothes as he leans up and kisses Mohinder, letting his hands slide between his legs.
Mohinder moans at the touch, spreading his legs open in invitation as Sylar cups his balls in the palm of his hands. "Sylar," he exhales as he runs his fingers down his arms. "You need to-" he begins, his voice failing him as Sylar penetrates him slowly with one finger. "Oh, god. Ah!" He cries out, his eyes fluttering close at the intrusion and he can't help but clamp down.
Sylar stills, unsure of his movements, "Mohinder?" he whispers softly until he opens his eyes, smiling at him.
"Lube," he manages to reply as Sylar's eyes widen, glancing around the room for something to use.
"Fuck," he grates as he pulls abruptly away. Mohinder whimpers at the loss of his body, his finger.
"Bathroom," he prompts and Sylar disappears from his sight, only to reappear a second later with a tube of lube. "Coming back to bed?" He questions with a small smirk on his lips as he lazily strokes his erection.
Sylar stands there a moment, unable to do more than openly gawk at him. "Do you realize how fucking gorgeous you are?"
"Show me," he whispers in invitation as he stills his hand, reaching out to him.
Sylar nods, jumping back into bed and covering him with his body. "Like this?" He smirks as he cradles his face in his hands and kisses him.
"Mmm," Mohinder almost purrs as he runs his hands down his sides, stilling on his hips, grinding their hips together, eliciting a moan from both.
Sylar kisses him once more as he coats his fingers with lube and slowly reinserts his finger into his lover. Mohinder groans, taking a quick breath as he adjusts to the intrusion and thrusts his hips up. They trade heated kisses as Sylar begins to stretch him out and prepare him.
Mohinder's breathing hitches and he digs his hands into Sylar's biceps. "Now," he urges as he thrusts his hips, clenching the fingers, needing more to fill him. "Sylar."
He groans, coating his erection with lube and sucks in a quick breath as he slowly thrusts into his lover. "Mohinder."
The doctor clutches onto his arms, stilling his motions as he tries to force himself to relax. He takes a deep breath and squirms under Sylar's weight, adjusting to his lover's length. "Sy-" he moans as he thrusts his hips up, urging him to move.
Sylar rolls his hips, eliciting a moan from Mohinder as he hits the bundle of nerves within him and he thrusts up desperately trying to recreate the movement. Sylar smirks, kissing him as he begins a slow pace.
"Tease," Mohinder grumbles as he meets each thrust, legs wrapping around Sylar's hips as he urges him deeper.
"God," Sylar grunts as he picks up the pace. At first the thrusts are slightly off, but it only takes a second before they are perfected and they are moving in tandem with each other.
Mohinder kisses him, gasping against his lip as their breathing becomes more ragged, matching their rapid heart rates. "Sylar," he exhales, rubbing his hands over his back, his nails digging into his skin as the thrusts increase once more. "So close," he warns as his building orgasm settles low in his groin.
Sylar stills momentarily, wanting to savor the moment for as long as he could. He gazes down at Mohinder's slightly parted lips, flushed skin and kisses him. He reaches between them and pumps his erection as he begins to thrust again.
"Oh, god, Sylar." He cries out, his nails biting into pale skin, drawing blood as his orgasm washes over him. He trembles, clenching his ass and triggering Sylar's own release.
"Ah, fuck." He hisses as he continues to thrust, riding out the orgasm. He moans as he collapses on top of his lover. "Mohinder," he sighs as he lazily kisses him, both not daring to move as they let their bodies begin to cool down.
"Is that it?" Mohinder questions as he pushes Sylar back, reversing their position to straddle him.
Sylar frowns, hurt for a moment before feels Mohinder's erection pressing against him. "And what did you have in mind?" He chuckles, quirking an eyebrow.
The doctor smiles, leaning into kiss him, stealing his breath away. "My turn," he whispers against his lips.
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