In Plain Sight: The conclusion My 24/Heroes crossover fic!
Title: In Plain Sight
Rating: R for smut and drugging.
Word Count: 2,984
Pairing: Sylar/Mohinder
Characters: Sylar, Mohinder, Adam Kauffman
Summary: The final chapter of my Heroes/24 Mylar crossover fic. The crisis of the Shanti virus has been averted and now Mohinder and Adam are facing their future together. But can they have any sort of happily ever after?
A/N: I am so excited for this, finally I've finished this fic. I never thought I would but yay for concluding things. To remind: The idea for this fic came about when I decided that two Zachary Quinto characters should meet. Adam was the character he played on 24. Mohinder ends up at CTU. How will it feel to work so closely with a man that holds an uncanny resemblence to the man who murdered his father and so many others, in cold blood. And what will he do when he starts to feel for him? Thanks go out to iluvbsbkevin who encouraged me to try and end this story. My betas are asleep (as I should be) so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own Adam, Sylar or Mohinder they belong to Fox and Nbc.
For Mohinder Suresh, the past month was a blur of emotions, of events. With a minimum of casualties, and the combined efforts of the entire CTU team-- the potential Shanti Virus outbreak was contained effectively. Due in part to the blood of a Californian cheerleader Suresh contacted named Claire Butler. He knew her real identity but in exchange for the sample of her blood he kept it as secret as her father Noah wanted it to be. When combined with his own blood, Mohinder found that the girl's sample could be transformed into a powerful serum that could completely obliterate the virus when injected into an infected subject. After it was fully distributed, Mohinder took his leave of CTU headquarters. They were back to their own seperate apartments again after Adam had some time to adjust to what had happened to him in the server room.
At first, seeing that face and hearing that voice jarred the young geneticist. But he realized just how very different Adam was to, well the other man didn't deserve a name when thought of. Instead, The only thing that monster could be credited with was creating the situation that allowed Suresh to get to know this man when he was vulnerable. There were no cold exteriors, no social niceties-- it was honest from the start. These two men had the shared experience of being victimized, albeit in very different ways, by Sylar. He found Adam Kauffman to be a charming, passionate, extremely intelligent, and ultimately very caring person. During the crisis, they hardly saw each other around CTU. Mohinder was out finding Claire or in his lab as he attempted to solve this quandary. But now that it was behind them, they spent more and more time together.
Tonight, he and Adam had plans to stay in and order takeout from the Thai place they both loved. So Mohinder was at his own apartment as he got ready for his evening. After returning from a jog he stripped off his gray sweats and stepped into the shower. Water streamed down over his tightly muscled form. It drenched his black curls into a sopping wet mess that plastered themselves all over his head. Tonight was going to be his, no-- their night. Mohinder was going to tell Adam how he felt, how much he'd started to care for him. He changed into a cream-colored button up shirt and some khaki pants. Suresh splashed a spicy aftershave to his jaw and neck as he made sure his damp curls dried sans frizz. When he'd fastened a beige belt with maroon accents in the fabric around his waist, he grabbed his keys and left. Adam didn't live too far from the place Mohinder rented out so after a quick taxi cab ride that spanned the nine city blocks-- he arrived and Adam let him straight in.
Adam had the contents of the take-out boxes neatly arranged on square pistachio-colored China plates. Organized portions of Chicken Khao Pad on both plates and tall glasses filled with a light, creamy, iced beverage.
"It's tea, Lime Thai iced tea. Not that many people enjoy it that I've known--, especially with an accent of mint, but I kind of figured that you would Mohinder."
Suresh smiled at the taller man.
"Well I appreciate that you find me so adventurous Adam."
Adam handed Mohinder his glass and then took the other with him to his dark Olive plush couch. Suresh followed and sat to the man's left. Both ate with forks. More pretentious men would dine with chopsticks because it made them look more 'cultured.' Such facades were not necessary to either man as they ate. They talked of the events of the past couple weeks. Of when Jack Bauer nearly contracted the deadly virus but thankfully Claire was located in time to prevent that from happening.
"He's extremely full of himself. I'm aware that he's 'saved the world' a few times now but a little humility now and again wouldn't hurt him."
"From what I understand he frequently goes against regulations. I'm surprised that's never halted his actions."
A soft, shy smile as Adam shook his head, the fork placed on the coffee table next to his picked-clean plate.
"The last thing I want to do is talk about him all night long. So...what's next for you Mohinder? I can't imagine you'd be staying out in L.A."
Mohinder took a long, slow sip of his iced tea. Savoring the creaminess of it--the bite of mint at the end before he swallowed. This had to be it, it had to be the moment. He set his glass down and looked at Adam, right into soft amber eyes.
"Well that's actually something I was planning on telling you tonight. I'm staying out here for a while. I can pursue my research here just as well as New York. Plus it will be good to get away from all of the drama that's tainted that city for me. Well, what do you think?"
Adam widened his eyes, smiling widely as he turned more toward Suresh.
"That's fantastic news...and here I was sort of planning this as a 'goodbye' dinner. But now we can have it mean something else entirely."
With that, Adam leaned forward for his glass again, he nodded at Mohinder to urge him to do the same. When both men each held their drink in hand, Adam lifted his next to Suresh's.
"I say...to new beginnings."
A light chuckle from Mohinder as he clinked his glass with Adam's own. Once more he brought the chilled rim of the glass to his lips. The creamy nature of the beverage made it easy to drink in long sips. He cleared his throat after and set the glass back down. Mohinder felt so good at that moment. He felt peaceful--calm, like things were going to finally fall in place for him in this country. Nothing could get his smile back behind his lips, and in that moment he leaned forward and rested his hand under Adam's very lightly stubbled jaw. Smooth caramel fingers tilted the man's chin up as he leaned his own lips closer. Adam looked at Mohinder for a moment but he did not lean away from the man's touch-- from his lips when they brushed against his own as he spoke.
"Mohinder, I...I didn't know you felt this way..."
Suresh didn't reply with words, he replied only with his lips pressing against Adam's. Locking them together with a gentle kiss. The pad of his thumb caressed Adam's jawline during and the taller man leaned forward and kissed Mohinder back. His strong pale hand sifted through rich dark curls while their tongues both moved forward. When one man's tongue connected, the other retracted and vice-verse for the first few moments. Then Mohinder turned his head to the side and swirled that velvety soft pink muscle around Adam's. Both twisted together--hot and slick with each breath both men took. Adam moaned out lightly and moved his hand away from Mohinder's hair and over the slope of his shoulder, finally resting his palm on Suresh's hip.
Mohinder lifted his hand and slid it over Adam's jeans, over his thigh and up to creep his fingers underneath Adam's gray and black-striped long-sleeved shirt. Adam shuddered at the sensation of Mohinder's hand on top of his clothing. His free hand reached to lace his fingers into those of Mohinder's wandering hand. He pushed against him and sent that hand, along with his, back to Mohinder himself. This time Mohinder moaned softly, brows raised as he felt Adam untangle his fingers and move to unbuckle Mohinder's belt. The sound of a metal clasp followed by a light rustle of material was the only thing both men registered as each took turns probing the other's mouth. Fingers found their way to stroking Mohinder through the material of his boxers. Every subtle motion resulted in Mohinder's cock twitching and quivering as the man moaned louder into Adam's eager mouth. Again Mohinder shot his arm out with the desire of dragging his nails over Adam's stomach. And again Adam stopped the hand, his motions against Mohinder becoming more persistent. Finally their lips parted as Adam moved his lips to the side and kissed up Mohinder's jawline.
Soft, pink lips pressed hard enough to feel the every bump within the architecture of Mohinder's jawbone. Slowly he made his way to Suresh's ear. Hot breath against his ear as he moaned and slipped his hand past the waistband of the geneticist's boxer shorts. Fingers enclosed around the once-soft now rigid organ-- tugging and jerking in a quick series of motions as Mohinder yelped out. Every single thought became fuzzy in the throes of pleasure, of how Adam was leading the encounter. But his head started to spin too fast while his vision blurred around the edges. Mohinder's eyelids became increasingly heavy despite the stimulation. Adam slowed his tugs to a more steady rhythm as he pressed his nose into Mohinder's curls, inhaling deeply. That scent was magnificent. He watched Mohinder's head start to lull back and to the side. Quickly, Adam placed his other hand on Suresh's cheek, carefully tilting his head to the side until their eyes were directly gazing at one another. Mohinder could barely keep his eyes open at this point, he felt sick and he muttered out that fact to the other man. Adam nodded sympathetically, brushing his thumb along Mohinder's cheek this time.
"Tell me, Mohinder...did you really think you could replace me with him?"
Words that should have quickly stopped Mohinder's heart in mid-beat were lost on the geneticist at that moment. His vision clouded and if not for the hand supporting him, his head would have snapped back again. Mohinder blinked quickly to try and see normally again-- to clear his head and think but it just seemed beyond his reach at the moment. All he wanted to do was lay down. Finally he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and the last thing he heard was a low, deep chuckle that echoed in his ears till there was absolute blackness.
When Mohinder slowly opened his eyes again he instantly felt a pounding headache. Such a dull, thudding ache he never felt before in his life. Next, he noticed how cold he suddenly felt, and the answer to that was instantly revealed along with why his jaw was so sore. Mohinder was no longer on the couch, he was on Adam's bed. The cool sheet was the only thing underneath him, not even a pillow under his head. His body was bare, every article of clothing removed from his form and that combined with his wrists and ankles being bound to the headboard and foot-board respectively-- caused Mohinder to panic.
He instantly tried to yell for help and found only muffled half-words spilled out of his mouth while the strip of silver duct tape was firmly affixed. Then he saw it, he saw Adam. From the confusion of the situation still twisting his mind, he nearly yelled at the man to run, to get help. But then he took another look at the man standing before him. Not a single part of his outside demeanor or dress had been altered and yet this was not the man who he worked with at CTU. The eyes weren't right, the way his lips looked so thin because he had them warped into a bemused smirk. Mohinder instantly struggled with his bonds, shaking the bed a little from the effort but not doing much more than that.
The taller man remained quiet, drinking in the sight of the helpless man splayed out before him. That gorgeous lean-muscled body was even better than he'd dreamed about it being. He reached down and gripped the hem of his shirt, he slowly pulled it over his head. Tossing the piece of clothing aside he smiled. Tracing his own finger along the crudely stitched wound.
"Do you like it? I must admit Mohinder it's grown on me these past months. Reminds me that I can never again let someone else get in the way of my destiny, of what I want."
That voice-- oh God no. No it ...he wouldn't. Mohinder blinked quickly trying to speak but even without the tape he would have been rendered speechless. He chuckled and moved to unbutton and unzip his jeans, stepping out of them and then he kicked them to the side. Slowly he prowled over to the bed, Mohinder attempted to cry for help again, his body shook uncontrollably when the taller man knelt down in between Suresh's spread legs. He reached a long, pale finger out and traced it teasingly along Mohinder's inner thigh. Fingernails catching on thick curly hairs.
"He really did like you, you know. When I showed up here to...'talk' with him, he put up an impressive struggle. Of course he fell at the end of it, they always do Mohinder and you'll hopefully have learned that now. God, you're warm."
Sylar lay his forehead against Mohinder's chest. Getting lost in every panicked heartbeat. The musky smell of aftershave mixed with sweat filled his nostrils as he sighed out. From the way Mohinder's chest was convulsing he could tell without looking that the man was sobbing now. Sylar slowly looked up again, eyes locking on Mohinder's while he spoke.
"If I told you how long we've actually been with each other...I doubt you'd believe me. Oh Mohinder you have such an addiction to the lie, don't you? First it was Zane Taylor and now Adam Kauffman. A man who inexplicably could be my twin, a man who you decided you wanted in place of me. But that just proves that once you get over the initial shock of all of this that you'll accept this. Accept that you're destined to be mine, to be with me. That you need it."
At first, Sylar was merely going to follow Mohinder and abduct him alone. Leave the doppelganger out of it. But then he was forced to watch them together. Forced to watch Mohinder seem to think he could pick and choose what aspects he liked about Sylar that he could find in a more 'acceptable' package. It became necessary then to prove how badly Mohinder always loved the lie. So one week ago, Sylar took Adam's place and when Mohinder was completely unaware, when he started making the first moves... Sylar knew that deep down in the darkest recesses of the man's soul-- he yearned to be with Sylar himself.
Mohinder couldn't even think, hot salty tears stung his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. Adam was dead-- he was gone, and Mohinder had no one but the killer left. A piece of Mohinder Suresh died that day, a light that was snuffed out never to be lit once more. He sniffled as he watched Sylar move up, hovering over his body until he planted a gentle kiss on top of the tape gag. Rubbing his palms possessively over the tops of Mohinder's thighs. When he pulled away again she smiled down at his captive. A hand moving to release his throbbing, leaking erection from his boxers. Sylar watched Mohinder flinch and buck, beg under the gag as the taller man lined himself up with Mohinder's opening. The tip of his cock was placed right against it. A pearly bead of ejaculate snaked it's way down inside of the orifice as Mohinder whimpered sharply underneath him.
Sylar frowned in faux-sympathy at the other man's discomfort.
"It's okay Mohinder. I'll tell you what, just this once...I'll let you scream his name."
That caused him to break out into fresh tears. He nearly hyperventilated as his stomach tightened, heart pounding hard enough to ache his chest when Sylar roughly thrust inside of him. Suresh made a series of strangled, muffled screams. He begged Sylar to stop as the other man gripped the Indian's hips and slammed himself forward and slowly pulling back out again. The pain was excruciating for Mohinder but nothing compared to the fact that once again he became the cause of another innocent person's death.
Sylar leaned forward and tugged at Mohinder's right nipple between his sharp teeth, bruising it until it became a deep, rich shade of purple. He chuckled in between panting breaths, urging Mohinder to come for him. His right hand slid its way down to Suresh's cock and he mercilessly tugged and jerked. Causing Mohinder the most shameful, unwanted pleasure of his life. When Sylar felt himself becoming close, he leaned over and telekinetically ripped the tape from Mohinder's lips. Wanting to hear every pained grunt, every moan and gasp. Suresh did not disappoint-- a cacophony of sounds cried out from his throat and when Sylar growled out his orgasm, filling the man, Mohinder had his own release.
"OHHHH OH G-god...nooo..nooo...aaughhhh...SYLAR! Ohhh-hoo-ohh...S-sylar..."
The first time the name was spoken it was a scream, the second-- barely a whisper. Sylar panted and lay his head on Mohinder's stomach, the rise and fall matching his own breaths. Mohinder could have said 'Adam'. The man looked like Adam, he sounded like Adam. But the last thing Suresh wanted to do was to taint the memories he had of that man by associating him with this ugly act. He had an epiphany as Sylar started to doze off, still inside of him-- he would never be away from him. If he ever got the chance to run, someone else would get hurt. It had happened time and again. Mohinder would no longer be part of it...he would as the killer said, accept this. Slowly he forced himself to close his eyes and sleep as well. Going to the only place he could be away from Sylar now.
Rating: R for smut and drugging.
Word Count: 2,984
Pairing: Sylar/Mohinder
Characters: Sylar, Mohinder, Adam Kauffman
Summary: The final chapter of my Heroes/24 Mylar crossover fic. The crisis of the Shanti virus has been averted and now Mohinder and Adam are facing their future together. But can they have any sort of happily ever after?
A/N: I am so excited for this, finally I've finished this fic. I never thought I would but yay for concluding things. To remind: The idea for this fic came about when I decided that two Zachary Quinto characters should meet. Adam was the character he played on 24. Mohinder ends up at CTU. How will it feel to work so closely with a man that holds an uncanny resemblence to the man who murdered his father and so many others, in cold blood. And what will he do when he starts to feel for him? Thanks go out to iluvbsbkevin who encouraged me to try and end this story. My betas are asleep (as I should be) so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own Adam, Sylar or Mohinder they belong to Fox and Nbc.
For Mohinder Suresh, the past month was a blur of emotions, of events. With a minimum of casualties, and the combined efforts of the entire CTU team-- the potential Shanti Virus outbreak was contained effectively. Due in part to the blood of a Californian cheerleader Suresh contacted named Claire Butler. He knew her real identity but in exchange for the sample of her blood he kept it as secret as her father Noah wanted it to be. When combined with his own blood, Mohinder found that the girl's sample could be transformed into a powerful serum that could completely obliterate the virus when injected into an infected subject. After it was fully distributed, Mohinder took his leave of CTU headquarters. They were back to their own seperate apartments again after Adam had some time to adjust to what had happened to him in the server room.
At first, seeing that face and hearing that voice jarred the young geneticist. But he realized just how very different Adam was to, well the other man didn't deserve a name when thought of. Instead, The only thing that monster could be credited with was creating the situation that allowed Suresh to get to know this man when he was vulnerable. There were no cold exteriors, no social niceties-- it was honest from the start. These two men had the shared experience of being victimized, albeit in very different ways, by Sylar. He found Adam Kauffman to be a charming, passionate, extremely intelligent, and ultimately very caring person. During the crisis, they hardly saw each other around CTU. Mohinder was out finding Claire or in his lab as he attempted to solve this quandary. But now that it was behind them, they spent more and more time together.
Tonight, he and Adam had plans to stay in and order takeout from the Thai place they both loved. So Mohinder was at his own apartment as he got ready for his evening. After returning from a jog he stripped off his gray sweats and stepped into the shower. Water streamed down over his tightly muscled form. It drenched his black curls into a sopping wet mess that plastered themselves all over his head. Tonight was going to be his, no-- their night. Mohinder was going to tell Adam how he felt, how much he'd started to care for him. He changed into a cream-colored button up shirt and some khaki pants. Suresh splashed a spicy aftershave to his jaw and neck as he made sure his damp curls dried sans frizz. When he'd fastened a beige belt with maroon accents in the fabric around his waist, he grabbed his keys and left. Adam didn't live too far from the place Mohinder rented out so after a quick taxi cab ride that spanned the nine city blocks-- he arrived and Adam let him straight in.
Adam had the contents of the take-out boxes neatly arranged on square pistachio-colored China plates. Organized portions of Chicken Khao Pad on both plates and tall glasses filled with a light, creamy, iced beverage.
"It's tea, Lime Thai iced tea. Not that many people enjoy it that I've known--, especially with an accent of mint, but I kind of figured that you would Mohinder."
Suresh smiled at the taller man.
"Well I appreciate that you find me so adventurous Adam."
Adam handed Mohinder his glass and then took the other with him to his dark Olive plush couch. Suresh followed and sat to the man's left. Both ate with forks. More pretentious men would dine with chopsticks because it made them look more 'cultured.' Such facades were not necessary to either man as they ate. They talked of the events of the past couple weeks. Of when Jack Bauer nearly contracted the deadly virus but thankfully Claire was located in time to prevent that from happening.
"He's extremely full of himself. I'm aware that he's 'saved the world' a few times now but a little humility now and again wouldn't hurt him."
"From what I understand he frequently goes against regulations. I'm surprised that's never halted his actions."
A soft, shy smile as Adam shook his head, the fork placed on the coffee table next to his picked-clean plate.
"The last thing I want to do is talk about him all night long. So...what's next for you Mohinder? I can't imagine you'd be staying out in L.A."
Mohinder took a long, slow sip of his iced tea. Savoring the creaminess of it--the bite of mint at the end before he swallowed. This had to be it, it had to be the moment. He set his glass down and looked at Adam, right into soft amber eyes.
"Well that's actually something I was planning on telling you tonight. I'm staying out here for a while. I can pursue my research here just as well as New York. Plus it will be good to get away from all of the drama that's tainted that city for me. Well, what do you think?"
Adam widened his eyes, smiling widely as he turned more toward Suresh.
"That's fantastic news...and here I was sort of planning this as a 'goodbye' dinner. But now we can have it mean something else entirely."
With that, Adam leaned forward for his glass again, he nodded at Mohinder to urge him to do the same. When both men each held their drink in hand, Adam lifted his next to Suresh's.
"I say...to new beginnings."
A light chuckle from Mohinder as he clinked his glass with Adam's own. Once more he brought the chilled rim of the glass to his lips. The creamy nature of the beverage made it easy to drink in long sips. He cleared his throat after and set the glass back down. Mohinder felt so good at that moment. He felt peaceful--calm, like things were going to finally fall in place for him in this country. Nothing could get his smile back behind his lips, and in that moment he leaned forward and rested his hand under Adam's very lightly stubbled jaw. Smooth caramel fingers tilted the man's chin up as he leaned his own lips closer. Adam looked at Mohinder for a moment but he did not lean away from the man's touch-- from his lips when they brushed against his own as he spoke.
"Mohinder, I...I didn't know you felt this way..."
Suresh didn't reply with words, he replied only with his lips pressing against Adam's. Locking them together with a gentle kiss. The pad of his thumb caressed Adam's jawline during and the taller man leaned forward and kissed Mohinder back. His strong pale hand sifted through rich dark curls while their tongues both moved forward. When one man's tongue connected, the other retracted and vice-verse for the first few moments. Then Mohinder turned his head to the side and swirled that velvety soft pink muscle around Adam's. Both twisted together--hot and slick with each breath both men took. Adam moaned out lightly and moved his hand away from Mohinder's hair and over the slope of his shoulder, finally resting his palm on Suresh's hip.
Mohinder lifted his hand and slid it over Adam's jeans, over his thigh and up to creep his fingers underneath Adam's gray and black-striped long-sleeved shirt. Adam shuddered at the sensation of Mohinder's hand on top of his clothing. His free hand reached to lace his fingers into those of Mohinder's wandering hand. He pushed against him and sent that hand, along with his, back to Mohinder himself. This time Mohinder moaned softly, brows raised as he felt Adam untangle his fingers and move to unbuckle Mohinder's belt. The sound of a metal clasp followed by a light rustle of material was the only thing both men registered as each took turns probing the other's mouth. Fingers found their way to stroking Mohinder through the material of his boxers. Every subtle motion resulted in Mohinder's cock twitching and quivering as the man moaned louder into Adam's eager mouth. Again Mohinder shot his arm out with the desire of dragging his nails over Adam's stomach. And again Adam stopped the hand, his motions against Mohinder becoming more persistent. Finally their lips parted as Adam moved his lips to the side and kissed up Mohinder's jawline.
Soft, pink lips pressed hard enough to feel the every bump within the architecture of Mohinder's jawbone. Slowly he made his way to Suresh's ear. Hot breath against his ear as he moaned and slipped his hand past the waistband of the geneticist's boxer shorts. Fingers enclosed around the once-soft now rigid organ-- tugging and jerking in a quick series of motions as Mohinder yelped out. Every single thought became fuzzy in the throes of pleasure, of how Adam was leading the encounter. But his head started to spin too fast while his vision blurred around the edges. Mohinder's eyelids became increasingly heavy despite the stimulation. Adam slowed his tugs to a more steady rhythm as he pressed his nose into Mohinder's curls, inhaling deeply. That scent was magnificent. He watched Mohinder's head start to lull back and to the side. Quickly, Adam placed his other hand on Suresh's cheek, carefully tilting his head to the side until their eyes were directly gazing at one another. Mohinder could barely keep his eyes open at this point, he felt sick and he muttered out that fact to the other man. Adam nodded sympathetically, brushing his thumb along Mohinder's cheek this time.
"Tell me, Mohinder...did you really think you could replace me with him?"
Words that should have quickly stopped Mohinder's heart in mid-beat were lost on the geneticist at that moment. His vision clouded and if not for the hand supporting him, his head would have snapped back again. Mohinder blinked quickly to try and see normally again-- to clear his head and think but it just seemed beyond his reach at the moment. All he wanted to do was lay down. Finally he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and the last thing he heard was a low, deep chuckle that echoed in his ears till there was absolute blackness.
When Mohinder slowly opened his eyes again he instantly felt a pounding headache. Such a dull, thudding ache he never felt before in his life. Next, he noticed how cold he suddenly felt, and the answer to that was instantly revealed along with why his jaw was so sore. Mohinder was no longer on the couch, he was on Adam's bed. The cool sheet was the only thing underneath him, not even a pillow under his head. His body was bare, every article of clothing removed from his form and that combined with his wrists and ankles being bound to the headboard and foot-board respectively-- caused Mohinder to panic.
He instantly tried to yell for help and found only muffled half-words spilled out of his mouth while the strip of silver duct tape was firmly affixed. Then he saw it, he saw Adam. From the confusion of the situation still twisting his mind, he nearly yelled at the man to run, to get help. But then he took another look at the man standing before him. Not a single part of his outside demeanor or dress had been altered and yet this was not the man who he worked with at CTU. The eyes weren't right, the way his lips looked so thin because he had them warped into a bemused smirk. Mohinder instantly struggled with his bonds, shaking the bed a little from the effort but not doing much more than that.
The taller man remained quiet, drinking in the sight of the helpless man splayed out before him. That gorgeous lean-muscled body was even better than he'd dreamed about it being. He reached down and gripped the hem of his shirt, he slowly pulled it over his head. Tossing the piece of clothing aside he smiled. Tracing his own finger along the crudely stitched wound.
"Do you like it? I must admit Mohinder it's grown on me these past months. Reminds me that I can never again let someone else get in the way of my destiny, of what I want."
That voice-- oh God no. No it ...he wouldn't. Mohinder blinked quickly trying to speak but even without the tape he would have been rendered speechless. He chuckled and moved to unbutton and unzip his jeans, stepping out of them and then he kicked them to the side. Slowly he prowled over to the bed, Mohinder attempted to cry for help again, his body shook uncontrollably when the taller man knelt down in between Suresh's spread legs. He reached a long, pale finger out and traced it teasingly along Mohinder's inner thigh. Fingernails catching on thick curly hairs.
"He really did like you, you know. When I showed up here to...'talk' with him, he put up an impressive struggle. Of course he fell at the end of it, they always do Mohinder and you'll hopefully have learned that now. God, you're warm."
Sylar lay his forehead against Mohinder's chest. Getting lost in every panicked heartbeat. The musky smell of aftershave mixed with sweat filled his nostrils as he sighed out. From the way Mohinder's chest was convulsing he could tell without looking that the man was sobbing now. Sylar slowly looked up again, eyes locking on Mohinder's while he spoke.
"If I told you how long we've actually been with each other...I doubt you'd believe me. Oh Mohinder you have such an addiction to the lie, don't you? First it was Zane Taylor and now Adam Kauffman. A man who inexplicably could be my twin, a man who you decided you wanted in place of me. But that just proves that once you get over the initial shock of all of this that you'll accept this. Accept that you're destined to be mine, to be with me. That you need it."
At first, Sylar was merely going to follow Mohinder and abduct him alone. Leave the doppelganger out of it. But then he was forced to watch them together. Forced to watch Mohinder seem to think he could pick and choose what aspects he liked about Sylar that he could find in a more 'acceptable' package. It became necessary then to prove how badly Mohinder always loved the lie. So one week ago, Sylar took Adam's place and when Mohinder was completely unaware, when he started making the first moves... Sylar knew that deep down in the darkest recesses of the man's soul-- he yearned to be with Sylar himself.
Mohinder couldn't even think, hot salty tears stung his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. Adam was dead-- he was gone, and Mohinder had no one but the killer left. A piece of Mohinder Suresh died that day, a light that was snuffed out never to be lit once more. He sniffled as he watched Sylar move up, hovering over his body until he planted a gentle kiss on top of the tape gag. Rubbing his palms possessively over the tops of Mohinder's thighs. When he pulled away again she smiled down at his captive. A hand moving to release his throbbing, leaking erection from his boxers. Sylar watched Mohinder flinch and buck, beg under the gag as the taller man lined himself up with Mohinder's opening. The tip of his cock was placed right against it. A pearly bead of ejaculate snaked it's way down inside of the orifice as Mohinder whimpered sharply underneath him.
Sylar frowned in faux-sympathy at the other man's discomfort.
"It's okay Mohinder. I'll tell you what, just this once...I'll let you scream his name."
That caused him to break out into fresh tears. He nearly hyperventilated as his stomach tightened, heart pounding hard enough to ache his chest when Sylar roughly thrust inside of him. Suresh made a series of strangled, muffled screams. He begged Sylar to stop as the other man gripped the Indian's hips and slammed himself forward and slowly pulling back out again. The pain was excruciating for Mohinder but nothing compared to the fact that once again he became the cause of another innocent person's death.
Sylar leaned forward and tugged at Mohinder's right nipple between his sharp teeth, bruising it until it became a deep, rich shade of purple. He chuckled in between panting breaths, urging Mohinder to come for him. His right hand slid its way down to Suresh's cock and he mercilessly tugged and jerked. Causing Mohinder the most shameful, unwanted pleasure of his life. When Sylar felt himself becoming close, he leaned over and telekinetically ripped the tape from Mohinder's lips. Wanting to hear every pained grunt, every moan and gasp. Suresh did not disappoint-- a cacophony of sounds cried out from his throat and when Sylar growled out his orgasm, filling the man, Mohinder had his own release.
"OHHHH OH G-god...nooo..nooo...aaughhhh...SYLAR! Ohhh-hoo-ohh...S-sylar..."
The first time the name was spoken it was a scream, the second-- barely a whisper. Sylar panted and lay his head on Mohinder's stomach, the rise and fall matching his own breaths. Mohinder could have said 'Adam'. The man looked like Adam, he sounded like Adam. But the last thing Suresh wanted to do was to taint the memories he had of that man by associating him with this ugly act. He had an epiphany as Sylar started to doze off, still inside of him-- he would never be away from him. If he ever got the chance to run, someone else would get hurt. It had happened time and again. Mohinder would no longer be part of it...he would as the killer said, accept this. Slowly he forced himself to close his eyes and sleep as well. Going to the only place he could be away from Sylar now.