[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.

[queer_as_brian]

It was all the information Brian needed; Mohinder had done this before, enough times that he didn't need to be particularly careful. He positioned himself and pushed slowly inside, letting out a long, low groan as he slid deep inside Mohinder, leaning in to nip at his throat.

[karmic_darwin]

A little more prep would've been appreciated came the first sharp thought at the burn and stretch of being taken without it. His head tipped back, teeth tugging at his bottom lip to bite back the gasp for breath that accompanied it. Pain quickly gave way to gratitude for the speed that prevented second thoughts and discomfort with undue intimacy and after that to the pleasure of fullness and his fingers digging deeply into Brian's shoulders.

[queer_as_brian]

Brian rolled his hips slowly a few times before he started moving in earnest, his mouth moving back to Mohinder's, kissing him hungrily as a hand slid over his hair.

[karmic_darwin]

Bottom he might, but not submissively, at least not for a near-perfect stranger, and once the sting and shock passed away, Mohinder arched up with a purring growl to meet Brian's hunger with his own. There could be nothing sweet about it, even if Brian had wanted it that way - he didn't. His hips rolled, demanding, feet lifting them off the bed to urge Brian faster and harder.

[one__song]

Laundry was done, sandwich was secured, and running had happened. A productive day, probably not for most, but for Roger, it was. A good one, as well, since his sharp cough had managed to recede for the day. There was a bounce in his step as he headed for the rec room. No Brian. It was snowing outside, and that was bad for both clothing and hair, so the only other place Brian could possibly be, was in his bedroom. So he bounded down the steps, stopping to chit-chat a few times, but he finally landed on the Brian's floor. He walked through the hallway, the sounds of muted pleasure becoming louder and louder. They had the right idea, and Roger suspected a contest was coming on. Unless it was Maureen and her moose-like orgasm noises, Roger was pretty sure he'd win

[queer_as_brian]

Brian glanced over his shoulder at the sound, slowing his thrusts but not stopping. "I'm a little busy," he pointed out, watching Roger for a few more seconds before turning his gaze back to Mohinder, focused on the activity at hand.

[karmic_darwin]

Hey, Brian, do you have my--

Mohinder blinked once and then again, brain scrambling to find the origin of the sounds not coming from him - those were all low grunts and longer moans - or Brian, at least not until his pointed response -

I'm a little busy.

My god. Mohinder's ears warmed for being caught beneath the man, but if Brian wasn't concerned then perhaps he needn't be. He simply turned his heated face away and waited for the friend or roommate to leave.

[one__song]

The worst part of it all was that Roger still found Brian startlingly attractive. Being on the receiving end of that was amazing, but even just watching the way he moved, graceful even when being so fucking cruel... It was captivating, and it had Roger, body and soul

[queer_as_brian]

"Christ I miss doors," Brian muttered under his breath, speeding up again, his hand finding Mohinder's cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts as he put Roger's interruption out of his mind.

[karmic_darwin]

"Should I--" Mohinder began, but the question would have to wait until after, driven from his mind by an insistent hand on his prick, which had reacted, perversely, to the ill-timed interruption by growing that much harder. What that said about his proclivities, he didn't want to consider and, in short order, was in no position to consider, since his brain shut down as firmly as the door Brian wished for. "My god, yes," he groaned instead of any of the multitudes of things he probably ought to be saying.

[queer_as_brian]

And that quickly Roger's intrusion was forgotten in favor of the slide of skin against sweaty skin, the rhythm of bodies moving together, the sound of breathless moans and gasps of pleasure that Brian so lived for.

It wasn't long before Brian's movements grew faster, his breathing becoming a ragged, shallow pant as he got close, his hand speeding up, tightening on Mohinder's cock.

[karmic_darwin]

Spitted between prick and palm, Mohinder had no choice but to go where Brian led him, not that he objected to being driven over this particular cliff. He let his hands speak his pleasure, since his mouth was busy with sweat and moans, one in Brian's hair and the other gripping his admirably tight ass to pull him deeper.

[queer_as_brian]

Deeper Brian could do; deeper and harder and faster until his body stiffened, his lips against Mohinder's, pouring the groan of release that escaped him into the other's mouth.

[karmic_darwin]

As Brian had apparently taken the invitation as one to pound his prostate as well as to deepen the penetration, Mohinder followed close behind or immediately before or at that same time. He could hardly be specific about the timing with his mind liquefying and spilling between Brian's fingers. Or so it felt as he groaned out his own orgasm, gasping for breath.

[queer_as_brian]

It was another minute or two before Brian bothered to move, pulling out carefully and discarding the condom as he stretched out on his back with a sigh of contentment, reaching for his cigarette case. Fuck not smoking inside, he wasn't going to haul his ass all the way upstairs and outside just to have a post-sex cigarette.