Experimentation--Heroes Fic
Title: Experimentation
Summary: Written for the prompt found here: http://community.livejournal.com/mylar_fic/1044381.html?thread=6255773
Chandra takes Mohinder with him to study the Petrelli twins, his patient zero canidates.
Pairing: Peter/Mohinder/Gabriel
Rating: R for sexin'
3rd Person POV
Mutation, the survival of our species depends on it. There are genes, lying dormant inside of all of us, and in some there are special markers. And in those individuals resides a great capacity for change, for evolution. In the years to come they will move from the shadows and asylums to the forefront. From then they will continue to reproduce until the evolved outnumber the Homo-Sapian-Sapians, and then we will be no more. And humanity will have taken the next step forward.
“Mohinder, quickly, we mustn't miss our flight.”
“I'm coming father.”
Chandra Suresh sped down the terminal towards the boarding gate, his son trailing behind. Chandra had spent months trying to get into contact with Coyote Sands survivors. Angela had been the only one to return his calls and although he was grateful, he felt that somehow he was getting the short end of the stick. She had seemed too eager, almost, to have him test her sons. Her youngest sons at any rate. But Chandra was an opportunist and Angela was giving him access and permission, so he ran with it. He had packed in a hurry in the middle of the night. Mohinder had been an after thought.
Two hours and a clipped explanation later, father and son were tearing through a nearly empty terminal to catch a red-eye to New York. A bored airline worker took their tickets and mumbled for them to take their seats quickly. From that point on it was a sleepy blur for Mohinder. He slept through the flight, unaffected by his father's obvious anxiety.
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It was mid-afternoon in New York, sunny and bright, a perfect day to go out and play. And while other teen boys would be out basking in the sun and scamming on girls, these two boys found themselves lounging in a stuffy bedroom. The blinds were mostly drawn, only letting a sliver of light in. A radio plaid quietly from the top of a dresser, hidden behind track trophies and a stack of comics. The teens were lying on their stomachs, faces close together, hands folded under their chins.
“You sleep against the wall tonight.”
“Brreeeeeiii! No, I get up more, I'd bother you.”
“But I wake up before you and you always, always, roll over on me in the middle of the night. I get trapped there against the wall.”
“But I don't like crawling over you when I have to pee.”
“It's not my fault you have a tiny bladder.”
Twins, Gabriel and Peter, they were inseparable right down to the sleeping arrangements. The years had taught them how to share a twin mattress in comfort. They didn't need to, but they did. Gabriel has a room and Peter has a room, and they're decorated as such. They're both used independently from one another and used often throughout the day but that's neither here nor there. It's during the night that the walls and stucco become blurred. Since their birth, neither of them have spent the night apart, circumstances permitting. Between the two of them beds were meant to be shared, with one another preferably.
A few unhappy whines and pouts from Peter later and Gabriel was caving. His head thunked against the carpet, his cheek pressed firmly to the crème colored shag.
“Mom called someone about us.”
Peter's upper body jerked up, his elbows locked and his palms braced against the carpet.
“Us?”
Gabriel frowned into the carpet and twirled a few strands around his pointer finger.
“No, not about that. He called her first. But I heard them talking. I think it's about the other stuff.”
Peter relaxed and mirrored Gabriel's pose, but soon grew weary of tugging on the carpet and curled into himself as much as his positioning would allow.
“About that other stuff...ever notice how it happens more after we--”
“I think it's the adrenaline.”
Peter smiles despite his uneasiness, knowing instinctively that a blush is plastered on Gabriel's face. He was always happy to have sex with Peter as long as you didn't talk about it after or let him linger on it during. Long gone were the days in Catholic primary school, but while Peter had scoffed, something had stuck with Gabriel. They danced around it, never with the intent to stop. 'It feels like sin Peter.' 'The sin's what makes it so good.' 'So if I wasn't your brother?' 'No Gabriel, it's just better because you're my brother.' 'Because-' 'Because it means were closer than any other lovers could ever be.' The conversation usually drifts off there, with Gabriel trembling in Peter's arms, eyes shut tight, and with Peter's hands carding though his hair desperately trying to show love.
Recently their sexcapades have caused more problems than dirty sheets and awkward soreness. Sometimes they hovered, only to crash back down during climax. Other times they tangle together to enjoy the bliss of post-coital sleep only to be awoken by vivid dreams. Dreams that seem to come true. There were flickers of other things, blowjobs that lead to frozen sheets, and handjobs that made parts of them vanish into thin air. Gabriel had reasoned with Peter that masturbation would have to do until they figured things out; but they'd both become accustomed to a healthy sex life and that just wouldn't cut it. It didn't work either. During their brief celibacy stint, masturbation had caused more of the same weird phenomenon.
“Are we freaks Gabriel?”
Gabriel's eyes rolled up to peer at Peter from under his thick eyebrows and over the wayward shag of the carpeting. Peter felt the gaze and huffed before rolling onto his back and folding his hands over his stomach. His mind flickered through the proper response to Gabriel's gaze and the proper question for his troubles. He wanted to reassure his twin that the sex made them special not freaks. That it wasn't something that needed to be addressed because it was something they both knew and felt. He wanted Gabriel, his smart calculating twin, to tell him that it would all be okay. A crease worked it way onto Peter's brow as he thought, increasingly unhappy with the circumstances.
“No Petey, we're not freaks. We're...special. And Mom didn't sound freaked out on the phone, just stern. I think she's known this guy for a long time.”
Peter nodded, comforted by Gabriel's calm voice and reassuring words. They would be okay.
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Mohinder was not happy. His father was being curt with him, only offering monosyllable answers and indeterminate shrugs. He'd been given only a brief explanation, something about research and evolved persons. He didn't know how long he's be away from home and only had his father's other trips to take reference from. At the thought of his fathers lengthy research trips his heart sank. He was alone and confused in a foreign country with only his father as company. With a sigh, Mohinder closed his eyes and tried to image that the pushy tourists and businessmen all around him were his dark skinned brethren hurrying across the roads deep in Chennai.
He was pulled from his trance minutes later by his harried father. His luggage was thrust in his hand along with a lukewarm plastic container of fruit.
“We have to met Mrs. Petrelli within the half-hour. We will stop for lunch after. Keep up.”
Mohinder nodded and sloshed the fruit around in its container, mildly disgusted by the look and texture of the 'fruit'. He knew better, however, than to say anything and instead hurried after his father and after a moment of waiting, ducked into a taxi. The ride was tense and quiet, even the cabbie kept to himself, obviously aware of the awkward relationship the two held. Mohinder was vaguely aware that his father was attempting to ease the tension. The way his jaw ticked and his hands fluttered gave him away. But he made no effort to meet him halfway. He reveled in the silence, content to leave his father floundering in a relationship with the real him in the same places the lizard would have been so convenient.
Not nearly soon enough they had pulled in front of a grand mansion with Petrelli engraved on a copper plaque. Mohinder pulled himself sluggishly from the cab and grabbed their luggage, resting it on the ground and examining his surroundings before Chandra had even finished paying. His gaze turns to his feet when he hears his father's footsteps halt behind him.
“When we get inside put your bag neatly out of the way. I'll speak with Angela and you can talk with her boys.”
Mohinder nodded and followed after his father, resigning himself to an afternoon with snobbish rich white American teens. He prepares himself for the annoyance he'll suffer while they mock his accent and his interests and the anger he'll feel when they call his father's research garbage.
A maid answers the door, she's in her fifties and Latino. Mohinder imagines that she was rather pretty in her hay-day. He returns her smile and declines her help with his luggage, instead choosing to do it himself. While he sets his bag up steadily he hears the clacking of heels across the main entryway and knows Angela has made her apperance.
Angela Petrelli is a stern looking woman in a business dress and dark heels. Her hair is held back in a no-nonsense chignon and her nails are perfectly manicured. The fine wrinkles around her eyes and cheeks do nothing to take away from her delicate face. Mohinder thinks that, she too, was a beautiful woman at her prime.
She stops in front of them, her gaze shifting quickly from Chandra to linger on Mohinder. Her gaze softened just before her head turned towards the stairs.
“Boys! Boys come down, you have a visitor!”
Seconds later the sound of hurried footsteps, one pair socked, the other bare, could be heard from the entryway. Peter and Gabriel ran down the stairs, Peter in the lead, both of them smiling. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, and at the look on their mother's face, they straightened up and and schooled their features. Mohinder watched them wearily as they stepped forward, level with their mother.
“Gabriel, Peter, this is Chandra Suresh and his son Mohinder.”
She pointed them out in turn and smiles were exchanged. Peter's smile seemed warm but uneasy, Gabriel's shy and nervous, and Mohinder's barely there. He eyed the two American teens, trying to size them up. Gabriel was taller, more physically there, but less imposing. Peter was more petite, but Mohinder could tell there was lean muscle hidden there. He got the feeling that Gabriel was shy where Peter was outspoken and hoped that Peter's kind smile hadn't been a ploy. To him it seemed that, while Gabriel didn't seem the type to tease, he didn't seem the type to stop teasing either.
“Gabriel and Peter are twins, fraternal. They're a few years younger than you Mohinder, still in high school. But they're smart boys. The three of you can run along and get to know each other. Chandra and I have business to discuss.”
Mohinder nodded and watched in amusement as both of the teens kissed Angela on the cheek before motioning that he join them. Peter led the way up the stairs, looking back now and again with small smiles. Gabriel was walking even with Mohinder, looking embarrassed in his own skin. Mohinder ran into Peter's back, as he had come to a standstill at the top of the stairs.
“Sorry.”
“S'okay. So Brei, my room or yours?”
Gabriel fiddled with the hem of his shirt and turned to Mohinder.
“Comfort or cleanliness?”
“Comfort?”
Gabriel nodded and made a shooing motion at Peter. Mohinder was confused at the exchange but said nothing. He took a deep breath and followed Peter into a cozy room, slightly messy. He took in the sight of track trophies, comics, scattered bed things, and shag carpeting. Before Peter turned to face him he caught sight of a row of unopened condoms that had been hastily and poorly shoved under the bed.
“This is my room. Homier but less clean. Gabriel has books and old time-y things everywhere in his room.”
Peter gestured for Gabriel to step forward and pushed him to gently set on the bed. His knees knocked together and his feet spread, his socks making the motion difficult against the shag. Next Peter tugged Mohinder forward by his hands then spun him around and forced him onto the bed next to Gabriel. He pulled down a large purple pillow and sat on the floor, facing his brother and Mohinder.
“So...you're Dad's here--”
“For research.” “--to fix us.”
Mohinder was stunned by Peter's admission but nodded regaurdless. He looked between Peter and Gabriel, suddenly realizing the danger of being alone with two potentially evolved strangers. He was shaken from his musing by a small hand on his knee and a thumb on his wrist. Peter was on his knees leaning towards him, smiling sadly and Gabriel was turned towards him, frowning down at his watch.
“Don't be worried Mohinder. We're nice, really. We're just confused about what's happening to us.”
“And what are you--”
“Oh...it's just...you're watch is broken. But Peter's right, we won't hurt you. Not, not on purpose. We can't really control it but we've never hurt each other so...”
Mohinder nodded, not really knowing what Gabriel meant about his watch and somehow feeling suddenly more at peace with Peter's reassuring hand on his knee.
“W-when do these things usually happen?”
Gabriel's hands jerked back to his lap and Peter laughed nervously up at him. His thin fingers danced up his thigh and rested lightly against his hip. He felt Gabriel's gaze lingering on his face and Peter leaned up and over him, his lips brushing the shell of his ear.
“How good are you at keeping secrets Mohinder?”
He thought about the condoms half hidden under the bed and the way Gabriel's hands had slipped over Peter's sides as they ran down the stairs. He remembered the vague conversation at the top of the stairs and the kisses they gave Angela.
“Good, fantastic actually. I take them to my grave.”
Peter smiled against his ear and kneeled on the bed, his body angled towards Mohinder. A small, light hand pressed flat against his abdomen, a single finger pressing into his bellybutton. On his other side Gabriel was curling over him, his lips brushing the back of Mohinder's head, catching curls. He gasped when he heard Gabriel's voice filtering through his hair.
“So Mohinder--”
“Do you think--”
“You can figure out--”
“What makes us--”
“Tick?”
The final word rolled off of Gabriel's tongue and into Mohinder's ear, with more seduction than Mohinder thought him capable of. He'd heard stories of twins completing eachothers sentences and had always laughed it off as ridiculous and childish. But hearing it first hand, spilling from the lips of these two beautiful teens, he was breathless. It sounded far more sexy than it had any right to.
He relaxed into Gabriel's lanky body and large hands as Peter diligently unbuttoned his shirt and pants. He blushed heavily and hoped his skin tone would hide his embarrassment but the twins didn't seem to care. Peter was quick to feather kisses across his face, light and sweet, as Gabriel pressed heavy wet kisses to his neck and shoulder. He sighed and gasped as the two of them threw his clothes on the floor and set to work on their own. He watched in awe as the two of them raised to their knees and locked in a passionate kiss above him. His own head lolled against Gabriel's collarbone as Peter practically crawled in his lap to get closer to his twin. Their lips, teeth, and tongue slid and clashed against one another in a desperate, erotic dance.
He whined and reached out to curl his finger under Peter's wasteband. Peter groaned and pulled away from Gabriel long enough to shimmy out of his pants. He bent down to Mohinder's ear and worked a deft hand over Gabriel's erection.
“He's great in bed. Fan-fucking-tastic, if you don't let him think too much about it. He gets nervous.”
Mohinder nodded and tried to steal a kiss from Peter's swollen pink lips. But he turned away and Mohinder caught his cheek instead.
“Only Gabriel get's real kisses. Nothing personal it's just--”
“I'm visiting, you're--”
“Together.”
Mohinder started at Gabriel's declaration, unaware that he'd been listening in. The taller twin smiled coyly and gently rocked his hips against Peter's trapped hand and Mohinder's naked back. Peter smiled and tugged his hand free before pulling away and pushing Mohinder to turn. He plastered himself against Mohinder's back and wrapped his arms around his middle.
“Pull off his pants. Yeah...like that. Now lie back Brei.”
Peter smiled and buried his nose in Mohinder's shoulder, content to watch Gabriel wriggle for the time being. He rocked against Mohinder's ass, slightly thrown off by their similar heights.
“This is up to you Brei. Who does who and how?”
Mohinder ran his hands gently over Gabriel's front, pausing for a moment to tangle his fingers in the dense, dark chest hair. Gabriel blushed and reached out for Peter like a needy child.
“I want...I want...”
Peter unraveled his arms from Mohinder's middle and ran his hands up and down Gabriel's arm. In-between them Mohinder shuddered and groaned, his own erection trapped against Gabriel's and one pressed firmly to the seam of his ass.
“Yeah, what do you want Brei?”
“Petey I'm scared. I've never...”
Peter squeezed Gabriel's arms and blew him a kiss.
“I know, s'ok. Right Mohinder? Anything he says goes?”
Between them Mohinder nodded franticly, willing to do anything as long as it meant he got relief soon. He thumbed Gabriel's nipples and watched his lips tremble and open.
“T-take Mohinder Petey, and...and Mohinder can take me. But I have to be on my stomach.”
Peter leaned over Mohinder's shoulder and gave Gabriel a chaste kiss.
“You heard him Momo.”
“Momo?”
Peter laughed in reply and hoisted Mohinder up so that Gabriel could turn to lie on his stomach. Peter leaned back and dug under his bed to pull out a bottle of lube and two condoms.
“Ever done this before Momo?”
“Never with--”
“Okay, slick up your fingers and stretch him out. Keep going until he's relaxed. Hurt him and this will not be pleasant.”
Mohinder gulped and nodded in reply then held his hand out for a glob of the lube. He frowned at the sickly sweet cherry scent before working it around his fingers to warm it up. His fingers shook as he turned his attention to Gabriel's ass. He licked his lips and furrowed his brow as he wondered how to get a better look at Gabriel's sphincter.
“Help him out Brei.”
Mohinder gasped as Gabriel stuffed a pillow under his hips then reached back to grip his own ass and tug. He tactfully ignored the bright blush taking over Gabriel's face and instead focused on the task at hand. He felt a slick finger nudging at his own entrance and took that as his cue. He pushed forward at the same pace as Peter, intent to keep Gabriel happy. He dropped his mouth open and groaned, unsure of the feeling. In front of him Gabriel crooned and babbled against the sheets and behind him Peter was breathing deeply through his nose. His knees slid across the bedspread and his hips jerked forward as Peter nudged his prostate. He gasped and forced himself to regain control and mirror the motion.
A few twisting and sciccoring motions later he heard a condom wrapper being torn open. Gabriel adjusted his hips and spread his legs farther apart as Peter slid the condom over his erection. He gripped tightly at Gabriel's hips and pulled his knees up, just below the curve of his butt and waited. He closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing as he heard Peter tear open another condom and slide it on. He jerked and gasped when Peter's lube slick hand smoothed across his length.
“Almost Momo, you ready Brei?”
“Mm, I'm good Petey.”
Peter slicked himself and guided himself into Mohinder while using his other hand to urge Mohinder's hips forward.
“I'll set the pace.”
Mohinder nodded and slid into Gabriel. The three of them groaned in unison as they pressed together, trapping Gabriel against the bed. Peter set a slow pace, gently tugging free from Mohinder then pulling his hips up and out of Gabriel. Then he'd press forward and force Mohinder back into Gabriel. They writhed and groaned against eachother, Peter and Mohinder placing sloppy kisses where they could. And though Mohinder was tempted to press a kiss to Gabriel's pouting swollen lips, he refrained. Instead he kissed his temple and slid his hands from Gabriel's hips to his flanks.
Behind him Peter braced a foot flat on the bed with his other leg bent, his knee tight against Mohinder's leg.
“Ready Brei?”
Gabriel's fingers tightened around the sheets as he nodded and canted his hips back.
“Brace yourself Momo.”
Peter tossed his head back and plowed forward. A loud smack echoed through the room as Peter's hips connected with Mohinder's ass. Seconds later a loud, nasal grunt left Gabriel as Mohinder was propelled forward. Mohinder gasped and groaned as Gabriel began working himself backwards to meet his thrusts. He felt wonderfully trapped as Peter started coming forward at the same time, effectively pinning him in the middle. His hips jerked and his hold spasmed as he felt his orgasm building up in his gut.
A startled intake of breath drew Mohinder from his blissful daze. He saw frost creeping out from Gabriel's body, crinkling the sheets and causing small whisps of cold mist. His first instinct was to jerk away but Peter was there, forcing him to keep the rhythm. And there, where his fingers dug into Mohinder's arms, there were sparks. Little blue shocks that stood his hair on end and left a tingle up and down his arms. Mohinder bit his lip and continued to push forward and back.
Gabriel let out a loud, high-pitched whine as he shuddered and came onto the pillow beneath him. His body twitched and spasmed as Peter continued to thrust forward into Mohinder forcing him in and out of his still sensitive body. Mohinder came next, babbling expletives and prayers in Tamil. He collapsed weightlessly onto Gabriel. He spread his legs lazily, willing Peter to finish. Beneath him Gabriel's muscles were still contracting and loosening around his sensitive dick and above him sparks danced over his back and forced muscle contractions and jolting his system.
“Petey...”
Peter groaned and ground his hips down against the swell of Mohinder's ass and came. His scream was breathless and long. He pulled himself from Mohinder with a slick pop and flopped back against the bed, squashed against the wall. He reached out and prodded at Mohinder's hip until he pulled free of Gabriel and rolled off of him as much as possible. He was half on top of each Peter and Gabriel, too blissed out to care about the hard push of elbows or the cold sogginess in the sheets.
They laid together in silence, willing their hearts to settle down and their breathing to return to normal.
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Angela crossed her legs and took a sip of her wine. In front of her Chandra shuffled through his notes, uncomfortable but eager.
“They have different abilities you say?”
“In ways, but it equates to the same thing.”
“Being?”
Angela set down her glass and slid it away with a single finger.
“Gabriel knows how things work and a twisted empathy comes from that. He can copy abilities through understanding. Peter has empathy and through understanding someone, he can copy their ability.”
Chandra scribbled notes franticly, amazed to have such amazing abilities at his fingertips.
“Do they feed off of eachother in any way? They seem rather close.”
Angela smiled cruelly and stared at her glass and all the dark red wine inside.
“They are aren't they?”
What a doozey. 9 pages, my god. This was a beast. Let me know what you think.