MDMA--A Petlar fic
Today I've posted a lighter fic. It's longer, but it's also kind of funny. I hope you guys enjoy it.
December 28th
MDMA
A Petlar fic--1817 words
3rd Person POV
The previous night Peter had managed to convice Mohinder to let Gabriel borrow Molly. He had asked for Gabriel to do him a favor in exchange. The watchmaker had tentativly agreed and an hour later Peter, Gabriel, and Luke had a very awkward dinner together. Sylar made a few angry and sarcastic apperances but for the most part Luke spent his time getting to know Gabriel.
Mohinder asked that Gabriel meet him in his lab around noon. Peter had wanted to tag along but he got paged into work when a bush flipped on a highway. So Gabriel made his way to Mohinder's loft alone. When he got there Mohinder was standing at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed, holding a syringe.
Gabriel nervously tugged down the hem of his sweater and slowly descended the stairs to Mohinder. He nervously edged around the geneticist and sat on an available chair. Mohinder had turned himself tensely, following Gabriel's movements with watchful eyes. He gripped the syringe tighter and uncrossed his arms.
"Mr. Gray, thank you for coming."
"No problem at all Mo--"
"I would like inject you with the contents of this syringe and observe and document the results. There won't be any lasting affects to either your body or mind. We'll begin momentarily."
Gabriel nodded in agreement and looked down at his hands which were folded in his lap. A hot, embarassed blush was working its way from cheekbones to collarbones. Minutes later he heard the loft door open and footsteps. He heard dress shoes.
Bennet.
This isn't a trap...right?
Not if they know what's good for them.
Gabriel glanced up quickly from beneath his lashes and saw Bennet beside Mohinder, a hand resting on his gun. He looked quickly back to his hands and jerked his head back in fear when Mohinder's hand came towards him. The geneticist pulled his hand away and curled it into a fist against his chest.
"Gabriel...I'll admit that I'm doing this more for personal reasons than scientific...but I swear to you that I'm not going to cause you harm. Mr. Bennet is just a procaution."
Gabriel nodded and relaxed. He looked past Mohinder to Bennet and nodded in greeting. Bennet's lip curled into a sneer but he remained still.
"Mr. Gray, please remove your sweater and roll up your shirt sleeve."
Gabriel did as he was instructed. He then presented his arm and watched as Mohinder tied a tourniqet to his arm then plunged in the syringe. He closed his eyes when he felt the prick and held them closed as the rush of the mystery solution rushed through his veins. Mohinder pulled the needle away and trashed it then brought over a video camera on a tripod. He turned it on and focused it on Gabriel.
Gabriel unrolled his sleeve and looked past the camera at Bennet. His eyes slid shut slowly and his lower lip trembled. He felt his conection with Sylar going fuzzy.
Am...am I going to lose you Sylar?
No...just...just drugs Gabriel...
Gabriel whimpered and brought his hands up to cover his ears, trying irrationally to hold onto Sylar's voice.
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When Peter's shift finally ended he hurried away from Hesam and hailed a cab. He ran while dialing his phone and hopped into the cab with it pressed desperatly onto his ear. He gave the cabbie directions to Mohinder's loft and leaned back into his seat, listening to the ring on the other end of the phone.
When Gabriel finally picked up Peter was astounded to hear giggling. He frowned at the floor of the cab.
"Gabriel? You okay?"
He heard more giggling and the rustling of fabric.
"Peeeettteeerrrrrrr. Peter, Petey-pete, Peter. I love you. Love you soooooo much." He giggled again and then his voice dipped into a teasing low tone. "Love me too? Do you love me bunches like I love you?"
"...Of course. I love you Brei."
"Bunches?"
"Yeah....bunches."
Peter smiled awkwardly at the cabbie who was eyeing him in the mirror. As the cab rolled to a stop for a crosswalk Peter heard someone wrestling the phone away from Gabriel. He heard more giggling and a whiney 'nooooo' before Mohinder's voice came through the phone.
"My apologies Peter, he's...he's high right now."
Peter motioned for the cabbie to stop, he paid, and jumped out of the car. He started running the remainder of the way to Mohinder's loft.
"On what?!"
Peter heard Mohinder shooing Gabriel away from him and then some mumbled explatives from Bennet.
"MDMA."
Peter stopped in the middle of the street. His mouth hung open and people bumped his shoulders as they passed him.
MDMA...MDMA...X...Gabriel is on Ecstacy...
He flipped the phone shut and booked it towards Mohinder's loft. When he finally got there be burst through the door and stood in the doorframe dramaticly, his arms outstretched and his hair running wild.
From his position at the top of the stairs he could see Gabriel curled into a fetol ball in a pile of blankets, naked except for a sweatervest and socks. Bennet was standing off to his side, a hand covering his eyes, and an irritated scowl marring his lips.
"Now that Peter's here, I'm leaving. This is your problem now Suresh."
He straightened his glasses and strode past Peter and out into the hall. Peter slowly made his way down the stairs, his face still set in shock. Mohinder waved Peter closer and stepped away from Gabriel.
The watchmaker smiled goofily up at Peter, stretched out of the ball he was in and then curled in again. Peter watched in confused awe as Gabriel did this several more times and continued to smile. When Peter got within grabbing distance Gabriel uncurled one final time, rolled onto his stomach, and nuzzled his nose into Peter's ankles.
"Mmmmmmm, you have pretty, pretty ankles. They smell like socks."
Peter laughed shakily and pulled away from Gabriel's face. He sat on the floor next to Gabriel and opened his arms when the watchmaker ambled into his lap. Gabriel nuzzled his nose into Peter's neck and ran his fingers through Peter's hair. The nurse plucked at the sweater vest Gabriel was wearing and looked at Mohinder curiously.
"It's mine, he kept asking for one and I don't wear it so..."
Peter nodded and rubbed at Gabriel's back as the watchmaker made constant 'ah' and 'mm' noises. When Peter tried to pull away for a better look at Gabriel's face the watchmaker reached for the hem of his sweatervest and pulled it up to buch around his neck. He held it there with his chin and pulled Peter's hands to touch his stomach.
Peter took the cue and rubbed circles on Gabriel's stomach. Gabriel giggled again and smiled goofily. He pulled a small bunch of the sweatervest into his mouth and started chewing on it. He laughed around the fabric as Peter's fingers skimmed a ticklish path of his skin. After a few more strokes Gabriel pulled away and slithered on his back away from Peter. He pressed his socked feet into Peter's crotch and giggled crazily, obviously reveling in his bravery.
"Hey...hey Peter. Guess what."
Peter smiled at Gabriel's mischevous look.
"What?"
Gabriel pulled his knees up and righted his sweatervest. He laughed softly once and made a come hither motion with his finger. Peter crawled over and leaned in close to Gabriel's face.
"Sweater vests are just like baby blankets. But shhhhh, it's a secret. It's...I'm gonna let you in on the secret. And it's a secret. Promise not to tell about the sweater blankets."
Peter laughed and nodded.
"I promise Gabriel."
The watchmaker made a 'hm' noise and pulled Peter's ear down to his mouth. Peter had to slide his knees apart and relax his back to compensate for the new position.
"Okay, okay, sweaters are blankets that you can wear everywhere. But...but sweatervests are like baby blankets that you can wear everywhere. They're smaller and...and they don't keep you allllll the way warm, but it's nice. It's sooooo nice where you are warm. And people don't like to wear them cause they're not cool. But I know the secret. Now you know it too."
Peter initially had to repress the urge to shiver at the feel of Gabriel's lips brushing across his ear. But as the speech wore on he had to repress the urge to laugh. Mohinder, who Peter had forgotten, was struggling to hide a laugh in his arms. Gabriel had been stage whispering.
Peter sat up straight and tugged Gabriel up and to the bed. He followed behind, dragging blankets, giggling. Peter pulled off his shoes and sat on the bed. Gabriel slid onto the bed beside him, then wiggled around on his stomach. It looked to Peter like Gabriel was trying to swim on the sheets. Eventually Gabriel was spread across the bed on his stomach, his sweatervest bunched up just under his nipples.
Gabriel started rocking his hips in slow cirlces and smiled happily into the pillow. He rolled around, holding onto his blankets, until he was wrapped into a tight cocoon. Peter looked over to Mohinder and saw the geneticist turning off the camera.
"I'll just leave the two of you to it then."
He nodded once at Peter and rushed out the door, pocketing the tape on his way out. Peter turned to watch Gabriel thrust up happily into his blanket cocoon. Eventually though he tired out and relaxed into the bed and rocked his hips in gentle circles. He stretched his neck, pulling his chin free of the blankets and whined in Peter's direction. He kicked his feet restlessly and wriggled his hips. Peter smiled softly kissed Gabriel's nose.
He sat back and pushed his hand into Gabriel's erection over the mass of blankets. There was a thick clump of fabric between his hand and Gabriel's erection but the watchmaker reveled in the touch and whined softly into the air. Peter pressed harder into Gabriel's crotch and groped rhythmicly. Gabriel's hips bucked up softly and he continued to let out a steady stream of whines and keens.
When he came Peter continued to palm softly at the blankets, even as he felt a wet spot dampening his hand. Gabriel mumbeled a continuous stream of Peter's name mixed with 'good' for several minutes. When his body stopped trembling his eyes slid shut and he wriggled around until he got his arms free.
Gabriel reached out like a baby grabbing for its mother, motioning for Peter to come closer. Peter smiled and laid down, spooing Gabriel.
"Go to sleep Brei."
He laughed and pulled Peter closer. He pushed his face into Peter's neck and started nibbling on the nurses neck.
"Mmmmmm."
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Good? Bad? I dunno....
I figured that if Matt could drink Sylar away then Mohinder could definatly fuzz him out with some drugs.
December 28th
MDMA
A Petlar fic--1817 words
3rd Person POV
The previous night Peter had managed to convice Mohinder to let Gabriel borrow Molly. He had asked for Gabriel to do him a favor in exchange. The watchmaker had tentativly agreed and an hour later Peter, Gabriel, and Luke had a very awkward dinner together. Sylar made a few angry and sarcastic apperances but for the most part Luke spent his time getting to know Gabriel.
Mohinder asked that Gabriel meet him in his lab around noon. Peter had wanted to tag along but he got paged into work when a bush flipped on a highway. So Gabriel made his way to Mohinder's loft alone. When he got there Mohinder was standing at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed, holding a syringe.
Gabriel nervously tugged down the hem of his sweater and slowly descended the stairs to Mohinder. He nervously edged around the geneticist and sat on an available chair. Mohinder had turned himself tensely, following Gabriel's movements with watchful eyes. He gripped the syringe tighter and uncrossed his arms.
"Mr. Gray, thank you for coming."
"No problem at all Mo--"
"I would like inject you with the contents of this syringe and observe and document the results. There won't be any lasting affects to either your body or mind. We'll begin momentarily."
Gabriel nodded in agreement and looked down at his hands which were folded in his lap. A hot, embarassed blush was working its way from cheekbones to collarbones. Minutes later he heard the loft door open and footsteps. He heard dress shoes.
Bennet.
This isn't a trap...right?
Not if they know what's good for them.
Gabriel glanced up quickly from beneath his lashes and saw Bennet beside Mohinder, a hand resting on his gun. He looked quickly back to his hands and jerked his head back in fear when Mohinder's hand came towards him. The geneticist pulled his hand away and curled it into a fist against his chest.
"Gabriel...I'll admit that I'm doing this more for personal reasons than scientific...but I swear to you that I'm not going to cause you harm. Mr. Bennet is just a procaution."
Gabriel nodded and relaxed. He looked past Mohinder to Bennet and nodded in greeting. Bennet's lip curled into a sneer but he remained still.
"Mr. Gray, please remove your sweater and roll up your shirt sleeve."
Gabriel did as he was instructed. He then presented his arm and watched as Mohinder tied a tourniqet to his arm then plunged in the syringe. He closed his eyes when he felt the prick and held them closed as the rush of the mystery solution rushed through his veins. Mohinder pulled the needle away and trashed it then brought over a video camera on a tripod. He turned it on and focused it on Gabriel.
Gabriel unrolled his sleeve and looked past the camera at Bennet. His eyes slid shut slowly and his lower lip trembled. He felt his conection with Sylar going fuzzy.
Am...am I going to lose you Sylar?
No...just...just drugs Gabriel...
Gabriel whimpered and brought his hands up to cover his ears, trying irrationally to hold onto Sylar's voice.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
When Peter's shift finally ended he hurried away from Hesam and hailed a cab. He ran while dialing his phone and hopped into the cab with it pressed desperatly onto his ear. He gave the cabbie directions to Mohinder's loft and leaned back into his seat, listening to the ring on the other end of the phone.
When Gabriel finally picked up Peter was astounded to hear giggling. He frowned at the floor of the cab.
"Gabriel? You okay?"
He heard more giggling and the rustling of fabric.
"Peeeettteeerrrrrrr. Peter, Petey-pete, Peter. I love you. Love you soooooo much." He giggled again and then his voice dipped into a teasing low tone. "Love me too? Do you love me bunches like I love you?"
"...Of course. I love you Brei."
"Bunches?"
"Yeah....bunches."
Peter smiled awkwardly at the cabbie who was eyeing him in the mirror. As the cab rolled to a stop for a crosswalk Peter heard someone wrestling the phone away from Gabriel. He heard more giggling and a whiney 'nooooo' before Mohinder's voice came through the phone.
"My apologies Peter, he's...he's high right now."
Peter motioned for the cabbie to stop, he paid, and jumped out of the car. He started running the remainder of the way to Mohinder's loft.
"On what?!"
Peter heard Mohinder shooing Gabriel away from him and then some mumbled explatives from Bennet.
"MDMA."
Peter stopped in the middle of the street. His mouth hung open and people bumped his shoulders as they passed him.
MDMA...MDMA...X...Gabriel is on Ecstacy...
He flipped the phone shut and booked it towards Mohinder's loft. When he finally got there be burst through the door and stood in the doorframe dramaticly, his arms outstretched and his hair running wild.
From his position at the top of the stairs he could see Gabriel curled into a fetol ball in a pile of blankets, naked except for a sweatervest and socks. Bennet was standing off to his side, a hand covering his eyes, and an irritated scowl marring his lips.
"Now that Peter's here, I'm leaving. This is your problem now Suresh."
He straightened his glasses and strode past Peter and out into the hall. Peter slowly made his way down the stairs, his face still set in shock. Mohinder waved Peter closer and stepped away from Gabriel.
The watchmaker smiled goofily up at Peter, stretched out of the ball he was in and then curled in again. Peter watched in confused awe as Gabriel did this several more times and continued to smile. When Peter got within grabbing distance Gabriel uncurled one final time, rolled onto his stomach, and nuzzled his nose into Peter's ankles.
"Mmmmmmm, you have pretty, pretty ankles. They smell like socks."
Peter laughed shakily and pulled away from Gabriel's face. He sat on the floor next to Gabriel and opened his arms when the watchmaker ambled into his lap. Gabriel nuzzled his nose into Peter's neck and ran his fingers through Peter's hair. The nurse plucked at the sweater vest Gabriel was wearing and looked at Mohinder curiously.
"It's mine, he kept asking for one and I don't wear it so..."
Peter nodded and rubbed at Gabriel's back as the watchmaker made constant 'ah' and 'mm' noises. When Peter tried to pull away for a better look at Gabriel's face the watchmaker reached for the hem of his sweatervest and pulled it up to buch around his neck. He held it there with his chin and pulled Peter's hands to touch his stomach.
Peter took the cue and rubbed circles on Gabriel's stomach. Gabriel giggled again and smiled goofily. He pulled a small bunch of the sweatervest into his mouth and started chewing on it. He laughed around the fabric as Peter's fingers skimmed a ticklish path of his skin. After a few more strokes Gabriel pulled away and slithered on his back away from Peter. He pressed his socked feet into Peter's crotch and giggled crazily, obviously reveling in his bravery.
"Hey...hey Peter. Guess what."
Peter smiled at Gabriel's mischevous look.
"What?"
Gabriel pulled his knees up and righted his sweatervest. He laughed softly once and made a come hither motion with his finger. Peter crawled over and leaned in close to Gabriel's face.
"Sweater vests are just like baby blankets. But shhhhh, it's a secret. It's...I'm gonna let you in on the secret. And it's a secret. Promise not to tell about the sweater blankets."
Peter laughed and nodded.
"I promise Gabriel."
The watchmaker made a 'hm' noise and pulled Peter's ear down to his mouth. Peter had to slide his knees apart and relax his back to compensate for the new position.
"Okay, okay, sweaters are blankets that you can wear everywhere. But...but sweatervests are like baby blankets that you can wear everywhere. They're smaller and...and they don't keep you allllll the way warm, but it's nice. It's sooooo nice where you are warm. And people don't like to wear them cause they're not cool. But I know the secret. Now you know it too."
Peter initially had to repress the urge to shiver at the feel of Gabriel's lips brushing across his ear. But as the speech wore on he had to repress the urge to laugh. Mohinder, who Peter had forgotten, was struggling to hide a laugh in his arms. Gabriel had been stage whispering.
Peter sat up straight and tugged Gabriel up and to the bed. He followed behind, dragging blankets, giggling. Peter pulled off his shoes and sat on the bed. Gabriel slid onto the bed beside him, then wiggled around on his stomach. It looked to Peter like Gabriel was trying to swim on the sheets. Eventually Gabriel was spread across the bed on his stomach, his sweatervest bunched up just under his nipples.
Gabriel started rocking his hips in slow cirlces and smiled happily into the pillow. He rolled around, holding onto his blankets, until he was wrapped into a tight cocoon. Peter looked over to Mohinder and saw the geneticist turning off the camera.
"I'll just leave the two of you to it then."
He nodded once at Peter and rushed out the door, pocketing the tape on his way out. Peter turned to watch Gabriel thrust up happily into his blanket cocoon. Eventually though he tired out and relaxed into the bed and rocked his hips in gentle circles. He stretched his neck, pulling his chin free of the blankets and whined in Peter's direction. He kicked his feet restlessly and wriggled his hips. Peter smiled softly kissed Gabriel's nose.
He sat back and pushed his hand into Gabriel's erection over the mass of blankets. There was a thick clump of fabric between his hand and Gabriel's erection but the watchmaker reveled in the touch and whined softly into the air. Peter pressed harder into Gabriel's crotch and groped rhythmicly. Gabriel's hips bucked up softly and he continued to let out a steady stream of whines and keens.
When he came Peter continued to palm softly at the blankets, even as he felt a wet spot dampening his hand. Gabriel mumbeled a continuous stream of Peter's name mixed with 'good' for several minutes. When his body stopped trembling his eyes slid shut and he wriggled around until he got his arms free.
Gabriel reached out like a baby grabbing for its mother, motioning for Peter to come closer. Peter smiled and laid down, spooing Gabriel.
"Go to sleep Brei."
He laughed and pulled Peter closer. He pushed his face into Peter's neck and started nibbling on the nurses neck.
"Mmmmmm."
_____________________________
Good? Bad? I dunno....
I figured that if Matt could drink Sylar away then Mohinder could definatly fuzz him out with some drugs.