[for matt, brian, and roger] when it rains...

[karmic_darwin]

Dated December 5thSince Parkman's arrival, Mohinder's dreams had been dark, disturbed, even violent. Knowing that Hiro had corrected the timestream, that Molly and Nathan and he had all survived Peter exploding in the square banished them in daytime, but his subconscious mind could not let go of the timeline he had lived and died in, or left from.

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[karmic_darwin]

He did not believe it. He could not. He could not have been working for Sylar for years without having known it. It simply was not possible.

But his thoughts returned again and again to moments where Nathan had seemed sharper, his expressions less determined and more cruel. He tried to find the point where Nathan had stopped calculating compassion and started justifying means. He'd never been warm and gentle but Mohinder had believed in him enough to follow him. Somewhere that had changed. He thought it was desperation. Perhaps...

No.

Yes, Mohinder, you know Parkman's right. You knew when he said it.

No.

He had not been in love with his father's murderer, a serial killer. He had not.

Unwilling to face the thoughts anymore, Mohinder dragged himself to the kitchen for the cider he knew would be there. If perchance it was not, he would go to Ianto. But Ianto might ask, and he couldn't talk about this. He could not.

[karmic_darwin]

He'd never actually spent any time in the compound, and he certainly hadn't been in any of the bedrooms. Which struck him as odd now, that he'd always been with people who'd lived away from it, as he did. Strange, when the sight of a king-sized bed and a full wardrobe actually felt decadent after eight months of rustic living.

And now that they were here, he felt quieter, a little awkward for not having done this before like this. He held out the glass that had been Brian's, sipping from his own while watching Brian over the rim.

[queer_as_brian]

Brian took his drink and sipped at it as he made his way along the edge of the bed to set it down (on a coaster, of course). "Make yourself comfortable," he murmured, looking with obvious pride on his belongings for a moment or two before peeling his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside. "And drink faster." He grinned, a grin full of promise.

[karmic_darwin]

Taking his cues from Brian, Mohinder set his glass on a coaster - but not before drinking another fairly healthy swallow. The painful tension that had driven him to the kitchen slipped away into a sort of half-drunken heavy-limbed lassitude, far from unpleasant and vastly more interested in the man before him than those in his head.

His shirt came off slow, as much because his fingers kept stopping on the buttons as because he had some particular desire to striptease, but tease he supposed he did until he finally lay the shirt neatly aside (where it would be easy to retrieve later when he undoubtedly would want to leave before sleeping). Then he sat, one leg drawn up beneath him, half-facing Brian. "I've had enough, I think, for now anyhow, if I'm to enjoy you as much as you assure me I will." His accent softened the words, making of them an intimate tease instead of a jibe, and his smile softened too, inviting.

[queer_as_brian]

That was progress, at least. "I guess I better put my money where my mouth is," Brian drawled, crawling onto the bed and next to Mohinder, cupping the back of his neck as he gave him a warm kiss. "Or my mouth where my mouth is," he added in a whisper against Mohinder's lips.

[karmic_darwin]

"Or your mouth where my mouth is," Mohinder murmured against the mouth he hadn't actually expected would kiss him at all, for reasons he couldn't quite articulate. It's a pleasant surprise, greeted with the yielding tilt of his head, mouth offered and hand slipping down the unfamiliar curve of a toned but slender shoulder.

[queer_as_brian]

"That works too," Brian agreed, pressing closer, his other hand moving along Mohinder's side as he deepened the kiss.

[karmic_darwin]

The kiss made it perfectly clear how Brian intended this to go and Mohinder had no objections. His ego suggested he needn't roll quite so thoroughly but being taken by someone who knew what they wanted always appealed, as did not having to think. So roll he did, fingers threading into Brian's hair and simply letting himself be kissed, moved, taken, and lowered back to the bed. Or perhaps he lowered them himself, settling back. In any event, there seemed not reason to be upright any longer.

[queer_as_brian]

It didn't really matter who lowered them to the bed, the important thing was they were there with Brian on top.

He moved a hand to the front of Mohinder's jeans, unfastening them as his mouth moved to the other man's neck, kissing and sucking at his skin with a low sigh of pleasure

[karmic_darwin]

For him, the important thing was not the bed nor the position, but that sigh, the sound of a partner taking pleasure in him, even one he didn't know and suspected he didn't care to. In this room, under Brian, for however long this lasted, he was wanted and wanting and there was pleasure to be shared in knowing kisses that sucked a low-soft moan from him and in the appreciative stroke of his fingers across Brian's back and down to his hips.

[queer_as_brian]

Brian may not have been looking for an emotional connection, but he prided himself on being a skilled and considerate lover, and he almost always made sure whoever he was with enjoyed it as much as he did. In fact, Mohinder's reaction to him fed his own arousal, his teeth scraping over café au lait skin with a quiet groan, his hand curling around the waistband of Mohinder's jeans and tugging them down as his mouth worked lower, to Mohinder's collarbone. He wasn't into a lot of foreplay, but he was damn good at multi-tasking. He could at least keep them both entertained until they were ready for the main event.

[karmic_darwin]

If he had known Brian even a little better, the thoughts rattling in his brain, the vivid amusement at the near-anonymity of the encounter and the flashes of heat over his skin with every sign from Brian might've been something to share, as might the kudos that Brian was proving to be every bit as skilled as he had promised. Skilled enough that time spent with Alcuin and Mira's insistence they learn the Kama Sutra now carried tertiary benefits in the form of not feeling he offered nothing in return.

He let his head fall back against the pillows a moment, gave up a long, low groan for the teeth tugging at his skin, then curled upward again, hungrier, hands seeking Brian's neck to pull his mouth back toward his.

[queer_as_brian]

Brian was only too happy to oblige, lifting his head to kiss Mohinder fiercely as he continued to deftly remove clothes, both his own and Mohinder's. "Take them off," he whispered once he'd gotten Mohinder's jeans down past his hips, fingers grazing the man's cock before Brian raised himself up, shedding his own jeans as he grabbed a condom from the nightstand.

[karmic_darwin]

Easier asked than accomplished with alcohol and arousal slowing his movements, but Mohinder managed, even managed to aim them toward roughly the same portion of the floor as his shirt. No sooner had the flush of petty triumph in that risen than it faded into a groan of need for skin and the rake of his hands over Brian's paler skin, down his chest to his abdomen and then to curl one hand around his hip and the other around his cock - where his fingers tugged and thumb rolled over the head.

[queer_as_brian]

"Ah fuck yeah," Brian groaned, moving back atop Mohinder fully, leaning in to give him a hungry kiss before breaking away to tear the foil packet open with his teeth. "You wanna put it on me?" he asked breathlessly, grinning down at him.

[karmic_darwin]

Eyelashes lowering to fan his cheekbones, Mohinder gave a soft laugh for the almost boyish impetuousness of the question. He tugged the condom packet away from Brian, lips quirking with the sweet surprise of empathy or some other 'thy' of knowing for a few heartbeats what it would feel like to be the sort of man Brian Kinney could love. It passed quickly enough into the deft efficiency of considerable practice in rolling the condom down over Brian then lifting a still-limber leg around his hips.