Don't Be Bashful, I Don't Bite

[splice_of_life]

"Don't Be Bashful, I Don't Bite"
Who: Mohinder, Sylar, etc


He's nervous, sitting in the car for almost half an hour..  The man on the phone had been the only one, so far, that would talk to him.  Well, besides Nathan Petrelli's brother, of course.  Not that the boy had anything to really go on.  Zane Taylor might very well be the key that he needs to find so that his research makes sense again.  So that he can carry on with his father's work.

Pulling up his jacket, though it's not really that cold at all in Virginia, Mohinder raps lightly on the door and waits.  He can hear movement in there and it causes him to rock forward on his toes, teeth indenting the inside of his lower lip.

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[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

Mohinder's far more interested in the popcorn. He does very odd things with it, picking up each piece to be sure of it's colour before he pops it into his mouth without chewing. It simply melts on his tongue and his smiles absently each time he does it. The movie itself is not really all that interesting. Explosions, car chases, the guy gets the very one-sided girl-- Not his thing.

[heroslayer]

"What was with the popcorn?" he asks, once they're back outside. He divided half his time watching the movie and watching him, obviously, and he can't recall his Mohinder ever doing that. Then again, they never really had time for popcorn.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

Mohinder glances upwards, hands in his pockets. He has gloves on, but he's really not use to this cold and oh, it's so very cold. "I...what?" He's really rather innocent of the whole thing. "It simply lasts longer that way."

[heroslayer]

"It was kind of ... " Adorable, but he doesn't mention that. It seems far too forward for Zane and it's certainly too mushy for him. Even if Mohinder knew who he really was, he wouldn't have finished that sentence, letting him fill in the blank himself with the tiny smile he gives him after he trails off.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

Disgusting, is where Mohinder's mind goes. He is constantly getting himself caught up in his own insecurities. He lowers his eyelids. "I apologize. I must say that I've never seen anyone put that much into their mouth at once though!" Perhaps he at least knows how to make light of such situations though!

[heroslayer]

"That's -- that's not where I was going with that, Mohinder," he mumbles, making a face at him both for his amazing ability to assume the worst and at the comment. "And it's not my fault the popcorn was good."

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

"Yes, quite good. I've never really indulged before. I've never had much time, honestly, to spare to seeing films."

He has to squint as his eyes adjust to the sun from the dark and he sits in the car with it idling for a few long moments, turned towards Zane with an interested, somewhat tempting smile.

"Though sometimes 'good' things should be savoured."

[heroslayer]

He peeks into his thoughts to see if that's an invitation or if he's just reading to much into things, and turns to face him, raising his eyebrows slowly. If Mohinder doesn't make the first move, and his thoughts are in the right place, he'll make it for them. "Yeah, they should be."

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

Oh, Mohinder's thoughts are in the right place. He's never met Matt Parkman or Molly Walker here. He hasn't slept with anyone in awhile. A small romantic attachment to Eden, a string of female lovers --

But Mohinder's put the car into gear and is heading back to the motel with it's odd, old fashioned keys.

[heroslayer]

He stops Mohinder from getting out of the car when they reach the motel, one hand falling heavily on his shoulder. He watches him for a moment as he turns back to face him, mutely and surprisingly shyly given all the times he's been intimate with him in the past, more of Gabriel bleeding into the Zane persona, then slides a hand up into his hair. He leans to kiss him tentatively, half expecting to be pushed away, even if the desire is there, for all the luck he's had with different versions of Mohinder thus far.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

He closes his eyes for the kiss, standing slightly on his toes before he even realizes it. It's a very strange thing, to have Zane kiss him, but the vibe running through his mind is positive and excited. Mohinder lays a hand on Zane's chest and looks up at him. "This isn't entirely professional or ethical," he says, though the smile says far more.

[heroslayer]

"Probably not, but ... " He shrugs lightly, helplessly, and leans into his fingers, his own spidering absently in and out of the Indian's curls. If he only knew how unprofessional this was, that he'd just kissed his father's murderer.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

Mohinder's fingers lightly press upwards until his thumb moves against Zane's throat and his fingers rest towards his ear. A car zooms by and Mohinder glances over Zane's shoulder. "But, the parking lot may not be the most appropriate place to continue this conversation."

[heroslayer]

"Probably not," he repeats, pulling away from Mohinder slowly and reluctantly.

He lets his fingers trace down his arm, lacing his with Mohinder's when they reach his hand and tugs him towards the motel. Towards Mohinder's room, to be specific, since there are plants nested in the walls of his at the moment and he has no way of explaining them. He doesn't want this moment ruined by the truth. He'll tell him eventually, of course, but not now.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

He's been getting this vibe from Zane since they met, so really, this isn't a big stretch at all for Mohinder. He's always been a little too impulsive, a little too thoughtless when it comes to what moves he really ought to make.

And right now, being leaned back against his door, while certainly not the right move, doesn't actually feel so bad either. It's a little dangerous, too, which nearly has his toes curling as he touches his hair, the back of his scalp again. How does he know he enjoys being touched there?

[heroslayer]

It could almost be a lucky guess if not for the fact that he seems to know all the right places to touch him. Logically, he knows it's not a good idea to show off his knowledge of the Indian's body, that he should at least make a show of pretending to know what he likes, but logic is hard to stick to in the heat of the moment, and he wants to make it good for Mohinder, as always. His Mohinder would have accepted nothing less, after all, and if Mohinder questions it later, he can just write it off. He's been meaning to find a way to slip in the fact that he's an empath, and this may be the perfect opportunity -- particularly if he tells him he could just somehow hear the changes in his heartbeat when he touched the right place. It's not a lie.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

For someone so obviously introverted to be so good at this-- Well. It's pretty remarkable. Mohinder gets control of his mouth again just to make mention of that fact, as Sylar assumed he would.

"Why...how... I don't... I suppose I'm not sure why you're interested." And he's a bit worried that it's only because of his research.

[heroslayer]

He pounces on the question he asked, rather than the ones he started to.

"You're kidding, right?" He brushes a handful of curls out of his face and looks away, feigning embarrassment. He'd like to watch his face as he goes through his reasons, but now that he's not desperately warring for possession of Mohinder's mouth, his sensibilities have returned at least somewhat. "You're beautiful. Smart -- most people don't even bother trying to keep up with me. And you make me laugh. I don't think anyone's managed to do that in a long time."

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

That particular look, the shy one, is one that Mohinder really does seem to like. He bites his lower lip in a smile, having no idea about how wrong he is in thinking that Zane's either a virgin or perhaps he's never really gone for men before. The way he talks...it's as if he's trying to woo a woman. It's beyond sweet. He can really get into being talked to as if he's precious.

It's why he usually goes for bigger men. The protective sort. That's probably just biology trying to save Mohinder from his own terrible ideas.

"You're very kind, Zane. It's my pleasure, really."

[heroslayer]

"It's true," he says, looking up finally. He says nothing beyond that, though, just watching him as he toys idly with his curls. It's not really in his nature to be mushy, even if, as he said, it's true.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

He's never met a man with such a kissable mouth. Mohinder's nails lightly scratch along his stubbly cheeks towards his chin before he presses himself rather gently, sinuously, against the other man. He feels good. He tastes good-- And it's his prerogative to have a little fun, right?

[heroslayer]

Sylar hums, pleased and relieved that he can stop wearing his heart on his sleeve all at once, and shifts a little closer to him in turn. He hooks an arm around his waist, his fingers sliding back into his hair, and kisses him back, and edge of intensity to it despite the fact that his mouth is light on his.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

He's got no idea where this is going. A little romp to waste time? Something potentially long term? All Mohinder knows is that he likes it and there's the familiar buzz of pleasure running through him each and every time Zane touches him.

They'd in bed a few minutes later, shirts off, and Mohinder's fingers immediately go for the patch of hair on the other man's chest. "Do you believe in fate? No, that sounds frighteningly committal. It's not how I mean it. It's just-- You called. You've been the only one. You'll get Dale to open up. You--" touch me every place I love to be touched. "It seems like fate is all."

[heroslayer]

His arm goes back around his waist the second their shirts are gone, and he pulls him back against him, both wanting more and just wanting to hold him. It's been a long time since he's been allowed the latter, him and the other Mohinder more concerned with carnal pleasure rather than anything else, regardless of how much either of them managed to draw it out, and he misses it. He misses their domesticity, even if he never thought himself the type to be tied down.

"I do," he murmurs, his fingers ghosting up over his spine. A beat and then he corrects, "Believe in fate, I mean. Some things are just -- just destine to happen. Some people ... "

Even if he's technically screwing with Mohinder's fate as much as he is time, their paths were meant to cross. Their paths will always cross. It's how it's meant to be, regardless of anything he does to speed it along. Even in the case of the other Mohinder, the one things didn't quite work out with, he knows that they would have met again if he'd stayed -- or he and his other self would have, if he'd let him live. It's the natural order of the universe.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

Mohinder's not pumped full of drugs and serums and hormones at the moment. He's just Mohinder Suresh, saddened by his father's death but ultimately accepting of it for the moment. He'll get his revenge by saving people from the likes of Sylar, but finishing what his father started. He's more than happy laying back on the pillows now, held close. Precious. Cared for.

Not that Zane knows him enough for any of that. Mohinder can be allowed to be a little romantic, right?

"Yes. We seem to have so much in common. I'm not sure why. I'm certainly not into rock music as you obviously are."