Sylar/girl!Mohinder PWP
It was inevitable that another accident would happen. The geneticist looked down at his now dainty hands and polished fingernails. That’s what he got for injecting himself with another unknown serum. A small yelp escaped his lips as he ran into his bathroom to look at his reflection. His curly hair was still in place, though seemed softer now and longer, surrounding his more feminine face, his facial hair was gone and was it just him, or did he seem a tad bit shorter?
The scientist cursed under his breath, kicking off his now baggy pants and ripping off his shirt.
If there was any doubt left in his mind that he was a woman, it was now completely extinguished. He stood in awe, studying his round pert breast as they bounced slightly with his movements.
“Extraordinary,” he breathed, taking notice of the higher pitch to his voice “it truly is a total transformation.”
He looked back up into the mirror, shell shocked. The good news was that the formula didn’t leave him in some hermaphroditic state, the bad news was, how long would it take for him to revert back to a man?
He ran a hand through his curls and continued to study his features. Not that he would ever admit it out loud but he did make a decent looking woman, quite sexy if he did say so himself. The scientist tilted his head to the side noticing the delicate bone structure of his cheeks, his now fuller, plumper, pout. He made a face as if to say ‘not bad, not bad’.
Even if the formula didn’t do what is was supposed to, maybe he could find a use for it.
“Suresh?”
The Indian man turned woman stood frozen. It was Sylar there for his weekly analysis to make sure he wasn’t continuing his search for power. Frantically he pulled his too large shirt back on and shut the bathroom door.
“Suresh?” the voice called out again, coming closer this time.
“Out in a moment!” the taxi driver responded, trying his best to make his voice sound deeper.
“Are you catching a cold?” the murderer sounded more amused than concerned. He busied himself by picking up things lying atop the geneticists tables and flipping through loose paperwork.
Mohinder searched around the bathroom futilely, trying to find something to hide the obvious change. Even if he did manage to hide his newly acquired breasts, he still had to compensate for the girlish features, his height and the loss of his Adam’s apple.
He cursed for the second time that day and sighed. He would have to try to get rid of Sylar. But from his current position and taking into account how curious the serial killer could be, he knew he had a difficult feat ahead of him. Drawing in a deep breath he shuffled over to the door jam and started speaking.
“I am unfortunately,” he conceded, still trying but failing miserably at making his voice sound deep “come back tomorrow.”
Sylar glanced up at the bathroom door, intrigued by the nervousness in the professor’s voice “Why do I feel like you’re trying to get rid of me doctor?” he smirked, putting down a tiny replica of a human DNA strand.
Mohinder bumped his forehead against the door. This was just like him to make a trying task that much more difficult.
“I assure you, I don’t feel well.”
“Keep your assurance Suresh and come out of the bathroom.”
The killer’s voice was stern through the door and Mohinder knew that he was trying Sylar’s patience- which was never a good thing - but considering the alternative, he was willing to push his luck.
“Get out Sylar.” The Indian man pressed, his voice cracking with the strain of masking it.
“I can always make you come out.” the murderer threatened and Mohinder stiffened.
He had just gotten the loft the way he wanted it, and considering the mess Sylar had created last time they fought…he shuttered not wanting to imagine the damage.
“I’ll come out only if you promise to leave!”
“Another botched experiment I’m assuming.” Sylar teased “Fine, I promise I’ll leave.” He crossed his heart and rolled his eyes at the geneticist’s antics.
A small creak sounded as the bathroom door opened slowly and a petite woman shuffled out sheepishly. Sylar furrowed his brows and looked at her curiously, opening his mouth to call out for Mohinder but when he took notice of her eyes, the intelligence burning behind them, his mouth fell open.
“Mohinder?” he asked, obviously shocked; which was an accomplishment in its own right because the serial killer wasn’t surprised by much anymore.
“Get out.” The woman replied, crossing her arms over her chest and refusing to meet his eyes.
Her voice was perfect, clear as a bell, and with that English lilt to it. Sylar had to concentrate hard not to buckle at the knees. Was this heaven?
Openly gaping he took a step towards the small woman “You’re beautiful.”
Mohinder raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down “Thank you, but if you can’t tell, I have work to do.” She nodded her head towards the door “Out.”
It was Mohinder alright, irritated in no time flat. Not an hour had passed and he was already better as a woman.
Sylar took another step towards her and this time she regarded him cautiously “What are you doing?” she asked, stepping backwards.
And with that small gesture, that tiny action to avoid contact between them, Sylar wanted her more than anything. Who knew that no matter what gender, Sylar would always pursue Mohinder? A never ending game of cat and mouse.
He grabbed her upper arms and she yelped cutely “You promised you’d leave!” she cried, looking up at him with scared eyes.
“I never said I’d leave right away.” He mused and forced her against a wall “You’re so small.” his voice already taking on that husky tone of desire.
Mohinder struggled in his grip “Let go of me!” she demanded. Having enough, she violently shoved him off, glad that her strength hadn’t disappeared along with her form.
Unfortunately the gesture did little to dissuade her assailant in fact it seemed to do the exact opposite. Sylar looked at her, his eyes shining with yearning and she gulped, feeling a tiny tug in her loins.
‘Estrogen’ the geneticist thought with a roll of her deep brown eyes. The hormone seemed to enable a weakness for being wanted.
“Stay back Sylar, I’m warning y-“
Mohinder was cut off as Sylar pulled her towards him and forced her against a table. Not wanting to ruin the experience by using Telekinesis, the serial killer decided that no amount of beatings from the small woman could persuade him to leave her alone. He wanted to feel her soft form between his fingers, feel her pulse flutter against her wrists. He groaned with yearning and ripped open the front of the baggy button down she still had shielding her body.
“Sylar!” she cried in surprise, throwing an arm over her chest to shield herself.
The cold air of the loft wasn’t kind to her naked skin and she drew into herself, trying to keep warm.
The murderer clicked his tongue in disapproval “That just won’t do professor.”
He pried her arms away from her and pinned them to her sides “Perfect.” He smiled viciously, hungrily eyeing her breasts.
Mohinder whimpered and looked at him imploringly “Please, I really need to get back to wor-“
Finally, the killer gave into his longing and smashed his lips against the geneticist’s hungrily.
“Ouch.” Mohinder muttered when they broke apart “I think you bit me.”
She slid her tongue over her lips, wetting them and looked back up at him, her eyes intense “Everything is about power with you.” she hissed, shivering in his grasp “You never take things slow or easy.”
He arched a brow at her and she looked away angrily “If we’re going to do this we’re going to do this right.”
“Are you giving me permission?” he chuckled
“I’m giving you an education.” she chided, looking back up at him “Let go of me.”
Sylar fixed her with a look but obliged cautiously, stepping out of range once she was free.
Much to her dismay it seemed that, as a woman, Mohinder on some subconscious level found Sylar attractive.
She knew because of this she would never understand women, even after being one, and went along with the feeling anyway. She was a man of science and as one she was obligated to explore the unknown and analyze every nook and cranny of mystery. It was her duty.
“Come here.” she sighed, gesturing with her hands.
“I feel so wanted now.” Sylar grumbled and Mohinder rolled her eyes.
“Just come here!” she demanded and Sylar stepped closer to her, studying her hour glass figure with unyielding intensity.
Stars bursts in his vision as an intense pain reverberated from his cheek to the rest of his head and down the rest of his body. He stumbled and held the assaulted cheek, cradling it in his hand.
“Suresh!” he ground out, standing straight and advancing on her.
“That’s for not getting out when I told you too, and for ripping off my shirt” she stated “That is no way to treat a lady.”
“It was hideous anyway.” Sylar responded angrily causing a ‘hmph’ from his companion.
“Now,” she fixed him with a look and grabbed his wrists, his skin tingling where her fingers touched.
“Place your hand here,” she instructed, putting his hand at the back of her dainty neck “and here.” she placed the other at the small of her back. “A woman likes to be cradled, to feel as if she’s safe with you.”
Sylar ignored her teachings and reveled in the tiny dance his skin was doing as he held her. It wasn’t like he was going to use this on anyone else anyway.
Sharp snapping drew him back from his fog and her brown eyes were twinkling with annoyance as she looked at him “Are you listening?”
“Of course,” he said smoothly “a woman likes to be cradled.”
Taking the remark as proof of his attention, she continued “Now, lean down, slowly” she pulled him down gently, her hand at the base of his neck “and look at me like…”
She trailed off, he didn’t need advice on how to look at her, he had it down to a science. She swallowed, cursing her new hormones and looked away embarrassed at the way her heart was dancing in her chest. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all, experiment and all. This man had killed her father, she couldn’t just put that behind her.
“S-Stop” she stuttered placing a hand against his chest, but it was too late. The ball was already set in motion and Sylar had no intentions of stopping it now.
He placed a finger under her chin and pulled her face towards him, closing the space between them and gently pressing his lips against her soft ones. Mohinder shuddered from the contact, hating herself for the small moan that escaped her mouth when Sylar parted it so gently with his tongue.
Inhibitions flew out the window.
She pushed him off her again and he landed with a crash against another table.
“Damnit!” he cursed and she held him pinned, the sight quite comical with the new height difference.
Without a word she quite literally ripped off his coat and shirt, tossing them to the floor. Wanting this to be over before anything could make sense again in her head. All she knew was that she needed release, and she wanted it now.
“Pants!” she demanded, not wanting to rip those to shreds too.
Without hesitation Sylar had them off in record speed and she mounted him like a lioness on prey.
“Condom.” she gasped when they broke from a deep kiss.
Sylar shook his head, not trusting himself to form cohesive thoughts at the moment.
Throwing him to the ground she rushed over to her work desk, spilling papers on the floor as she searched for the package. Finally finding them underneath a folder tucked away in a drawer she all but threw one at the murderer who was still sprawled on the floor.
Not wasting a moment, he snatched it up and pulled down his boxers, tearing open the wrapper and sliding it over his very erect member. For a moment they stood looking at each other, Mohinder’s sense swimming back to the surface from the murky depths. If she did this it wo- Oh forget it.
She tore off her own baggy boxers and tossed them to the side and began lowering herself onto him.
“Ouch,” she hissed, stopping for a moment “right.”
A look of surprise passed over Sylar’s face “You’re a virgin?”
“Have you ever been fucked as a woman?” the Indian girl snapped angrily, not really wanting to go through the pain of being de-flowered.
“No need to get touchy.” Sylar grunted and rolled over, surprising his companion.
“What are yo-“
“Shut up.” Sylar demanded, having enough of her nagging.
He gave a quick lick to her left nipple and then her right, causing her to gasp from the contact. He nipped at them as he slowly pushed himself into her, stopping briefly when she hissed then carefully continuing his ministrations. After pushing in his entire length he groaned, tilting his head back slightly.
“You’re so warm.” he said, his voice husky.
Mohinder stood silent, mulling over the way it felt to actually have someone inside her. Her skin was on fire and if she squeezed she could feel Sylar filling her completely. It felt, well to be honest, it was better than she expected.
Before she could say anything, he pulled out slowly and cautiously made his was back into her, going a bit faster than before, doing his best to open her up to him.
When she moaned underneath him, he knew it was time to stop being gentle. Looking down at her he smirked and pushed into her with more force than before and she pushed her head back onto the floor, the sensations she was feeling enveloping her thoughts and pushing everything out except one thing, her desire for more.
“Yes, harder” she demanded breathily and he happily obliged, slamming into her and pulling out, his actions rewarded by a velvet smooth moan escaping her lips.
“Stop pulling all the way out.” she moaned, shooting him a glare.
“Then start talking.” Sylar responded, a challenge in his voice.
She made a face “I am not going to talk dirty to you.”
Not two seconds later he had the Indian woman spouting words he thought he’d never hear outside of his dreams.
She cried out something in her native tongue, digging her nails into his back, a long moan coming out of her mouth “You’re so big.”
“You feel so fucking good.” Sylar groaned, pumping himself rapidly into her.
A wordless scream of pleasure launched itself into the air and Sylar mentally patted himself on the back. That would show her, try to teach him how to pleasure a woman.
They kissed passionately again, their tongue’s sliding against each other. She nibbled at his bottom lip as he pulled away.
“Mmmm Fuck” she gasped, looking at him, her eyes shining with pleasure.
Suddenly, Mohinder rolled him onto the ground and held a hand to his chest, pinning him there. He watched excitedly as she worked herself up and down his cock, riding him with such fervor that just the sight alone was driving him closer and closer to the edge.
He grunted and rocked his body to match her rhythm. He placed his hands on her butt squeezing lightly and they both moaned, her nails biting into his skin, making the experience all that more real and memorable.
Unbeknownst to the pair, the door to the loft opened slowly and an unsuspecting person walked inside.
Peter focused on putting his cell phone back into his messenger bag, his features contorting into confusion as he heard the sounds coming from below. Was Mohinder watching porn?
Looking up his eyes widened, trying to make sense of the scene playing out on the floor “Sylar!?” he spluttered, not sure of who the woman was.
“GET OUT!” they both bellowed, not bothering to stop their motion.
Without another word Peter scrambled out of the loft, slamming the door shut behind him in the process. Boy was Mohinder gonna be mad when he found out that Sylar was using his place as his own personal bachelor pad.
“Fucking Petrelli.” Sylar groaned.
Mohinder didn’t respond, she was too close now. Riding him just a bit faster she bit her lip, a tingling sensation slowly creeping up her body. Maybe it was the fact that the sex was clouding her judgement, or maybe it was because she was just going crazy, but she knew what she wanted.
“I want you to cum inside me.” she breathed shakily, her moans penetrating the statement as she tossed her head back in ecstasy, grinding against him until it was almost painful, arching her back in the process. Her orgasm shook and reverberated throughout her entire being. She shuddered again as Sylar reached his climax and released himself into her.
It felt like hours until she finally moved, lazily rolling off of him and laying next to him on the floor, the pair panting heavily. Her toes were numb and her arms and legs were tingling, her entire body a mix of pleasurable sensations. She sighed happily, giggling slightly and curling into herself, a smile spreading across her features.
Sylar lay motionless, wondering if this was all a wonderful delusion he had concocted for himself. His body was at ease, and for once so was his mind. He grumbled contently and rolled his head to look at the source of his happiness.
Opening her eyes, she looked at the murderer “I almost forgot,” she said, her voice sleepy “have you killed anyone for their abilities lately?”
“No.” he answered quietly, gazing at her caringly.
“Good.” she yawned and slid her eyes shut.
As sleep rolled in with its dreamy fog, Mohinder thought over the events that had just transpired. Being a woman wasn’t bad at all. If this was what sex felt like, maybe he wouldn’t mind staying like this a little bit longer…maybe.
~End~
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