Famous Last Words

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"And the way I can feel you...its...I never want to lose that."

Mohinder wakes with a start and stares up at the ceiling. Those weird dreams again. They need to stop. They're starting to affect his ability to do his job. Well, not that he'd slept much these five years since Sylar blew up. The alarm goes off a moment later and he pulls himself to his feet.

Another day in the lab. Another report due. A meeting with the president that afternoon? He'd have to check his schedule.

He's in the shower when he gets the call. That meeting with the president? Moved up to a breakfast briefing. Mohinder groans and slips on a silver and lapis lazuli ring before he heads down to the waiting limo.

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Nose settled under Matt's earlobe, Mohinder runs a cat's tongue up his neck. His eyes close to slits in pleasure and he gently rocks Matt until the pleasure swimming from his mind disappears. Sylar ought to have felt most of it, and Mohinder reaches out to see if he's awake, to probe his mind for emotions. He's felt him feed before, but never on another person he truly cares about.

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Sylar's more than simply awake -- he's standing in the doorway like some sick Peeping Tom, his eyes a bit darker than is human. He felt both Matt and Mohinder's pleasure, and it's left him just as wound up as they both are and just as conflicted, the black in his eyes not entirely from lust.

Part of him wants to rip Matt's throat out for touching what belongs to him, body and soul, the instinct to defend his mate entirely powerful. Another part is jealous of Mohinder for taking what once belonged to him, even if his relationship with Matt was forced on the both of them. Still another wants to join in, to bite Matt, too, if only to take enough blood to reopen their connection, to touch him, to touch both of them, to help relieve the needy tension left in pleasure's wake. Another is tempted to give Matt some of his blood, for both him and Mohinder to, to draw Parkman into their little pack as a pet to be shared. And final part of him is simply starving, the smell of blood already in the air sultry and tempting, and all that part of him wants is more of Matt's blood, no malice or affection behind it.

To say he's torn is an understatement and he wets his lips, not moving from the door.

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The hand lightly stroking Matt's neck lifts towards Sylar. An invitation. And also a warning. Don't kill him. Mohinder is not that much older than Sylar, a matter of actual months, really, as he hadn't come into himself here until a few days ago. It doesn't matter in the slightest. The bond's there, their relationship progression is there and it's Mohinder that holds the cards.

Fixing this would be easy, he'd known it the moment he felt Sylar step into the doorway. He licks his lips invitingly.

[heroslayer]

Sylar hums, accepting Mohinder's singular condition, and is on the floor next to them in the blink of an eye. He rests a hand low on his stomach, dangerously close to his groin, and Matt groans, the touch too what and where he wants it to be anything less than torture and able to sense Sylar's intent. He arches up into his fingers and Sylar smiles just a touch cruelly, leaning down to meet him halfway, pressing his chest against his as he leans in to nuzzle at the other, unbroken side of his former chief of security's throat.

When he bites him, while it feels no less amazing than what Mohinder did to him, he's not quitenas lazy about it, his self-control leaving much to be desired even before he was a vampire. He drinks greedily, hurriedly, pulling back only once he feels Matt's heart start to flicker. The other man's breathlessness seems to have less to do with the blood loss and more to do with the fact that he's just been fed on by not one but two vampires and both men he loves, however.

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It won't be the same again with Sylar, his blood is no longer human and can't provide him the nourishment he needs. Having Matt here, a strong, protective, caring man, is just the sort of security that Mohinder needs for both himself and Sylar. He doesn't love Matt. And yet, as he had said not all that long ago in the grand scheme of things, he could easily have loved him. And he understood why another version of him had.

Mohinder's hand lightly rests on Sylar's chest as he listens to Matt breathing. Sylar will need another person to feed on a little while later, but it's enough for now.

"Are we all right?" he asks, softly, already knowing the answer.

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Sylar pauses in licking the blood from his lips long enough to nod.

Matt, on the other hand, while willing not to worry too much about what they have or had or will have, is a little confused. What was all that about? Was it a one time deal or is this something he can expect regularly now? Does it mean anything if it's the latter and, if so, what? He kind of wants to know if this is the start on some weird vampire three-way -- and he's pretty sure he won't be complaining if it is -- or if he's going to be spending as much time in a bathroom as he will under their mouths if this continues.

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It's cruel to let him wonder, but Mohinder enjoys it. He's never been entirely able to stomach causing his victims fear and pain, but he is a killer. He has those instincts. And a little bit of that gets translated into leaving Matt on the hook. For now, he lets the larger man roll onto his back and, compact that he is, squirms easily under one arm. He sets his head on Matt's shoulder while his hand creeps under his shirt to slide against his chest and feel the slight beat of his heart. All eyes are on Sylar. No need for a silent go ahead. He and his lover ought to be on the same page.

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It's terrible of Mohinder to keep Matt guessing … and Sylar loves it. He allows them both a cruel, crooked smile and then sobers, his expression turning mock-thoughtful as he pretemds to consider how he feels about Matt's involvement, and when he decides, the smile returns and he stretches out on his other side. He slings one arm over him, reaching for Mohinder beyond him and slips his other hand under the waist of his pants, fingers curling again his skin, and drags the backs of his nails back and forth over skin he's exposed, touching him but not enough to provide any relief.

Thoughts about what cruel pricks they are run through Matt's head, even as he squirms, trying to get their hands to go where he wants them. Thoughts about how he hopes Peter comes back to find them like this and is jealous -- retribution for his brother trying to ignore the three of them's existence twice now, not out of any bizarre desire to have his brother in bed -- float through Sylar's.

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They're horrible, predatory creatures, moving close to touch noses and lips to warm, soft skin that smells nearly as good as the blood just beneath the surface tastes. Mohinder has an urge to bite him again and remembers John's way of waiting ten or so days in between feedings to give him time to recover. To have to wait ten days is going to be a lesson in futility.

Thank God you can heal.

Naughty, wicked hands join Sylar's. Mohinder's skin is so much softer, without the faint callouses developed through using a watchmaker's specialized tools for half of his life. They are far more delicate as well. And they know where to go. What to do.

There's a cruelty in this as well because Mohinder can pluck what Matt's lover, what his Mohinder, use to do and replicate it perfectly.

And Matt eats it up. How can he not? Here he is, over ten years older than the other two, a bit flabby, going grey, and still the focal point of two beautiful men?

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Sylar's hands may be rougher, his touches firmer, but he still know exactly how to ge Matt to react exactly how he wants him to bodily, and he doesn't even have to go looking for it. There are, it seems, perks to having spent the last few years doing this sort of thing every night or near to it, and between his hands and mouth and teeth and Mohinder's, Matt's been begging steadily for a good five minutes by the time they push him over.

He traces his tongue over Matt's skin cruelly in the aftermath, wanting to make him work to catch his breath. He manages, however, despite Sylar's bes efforts, and when he does, he shifts against them, the movement almost cruel in its own right, and glances between the two of them, trying to decide who to reach for first to return the favor.

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Mohinder's curious. Matt's lips are unlike Sylar's. They aren't exactly voluptuous, or kittenish on top, but the lower of the set looks so very good for nibbling and sucking on. Mohinder's not so good at denying himself. He gets and idea and latches on. He's always been that way. And generally, that includes a literal translation of the rule too.

While Sylar kisses Matt's throat, Mohinder goes for his mouth, hands slipping up into his hair. Different from Sylar, but not at all unpleasant. It's ends it quickly, however, pulling himself to his feet to remove his clothing.

If one set of pale hands on his caramel skin is appealing, imagine what two sets would be like?

He heads up to the President's bedroom, completely naked. They'll follow without even a mental beckoning.

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And follow they do, Sylar stripping out of his clothes as they move up the two flights of stairs from the wine cellar to the upstairs bedroom. Matt's a touch more reluctant, once again worried about his body in comparison to Sylar and Mohinder, but he's still naked, too, by the time they reach the bed and he's more than happy to fall onto the matress alongside the Indian. He immediately catches Mohinder's mouth with his, his kisses soft and sweet where Sylar's are generally hungry and passionate, while the other man attaches his lips lazily to the geneticist's collarbone, nibbling at it, tempted to break skin and take blood, even if it will do nothing for him now. He still smells amazing, after all, if not like food.

And speaking of blood, he sends Mohinder an idle thought about offering Matt some of theirs, the need to repeat the cycle, to have a human pet, winning out over whatever else he was worried about the last time the idea came to mind.

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He isn't expecting the care of Matt's kiss. It actually takes him a few moments to sink into it, to reposition himself according to the way Matt views him. Mohinder hooks an arm around his head and in the great big plush silk bed, he opens his mouth to Matt's tongue.

Mohinder purrs again, contentment rumbling in the back of his through before he catches Sylar's intention. He pulls his mouth away to gaze at Sylar's head, hair tickling his chin.

Bite me then and let him have a taste of it.

Mohinder's exotically hedonistic. Being fed on is still intoxicating.

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He feels Mohinder's willingness long before he actually puts it into coherent, worded though, and even before the other man finishes, he's biting down on his collarbone. He draws a bit of blood from the wound, his thoughts hazed and euphoric at the taste, then pulls away reluctantly, wanting more even if it does nothing for him but knowing he needs to stop, to offer Mohinder up to Matt. He nudges him both physically and mentally to do just that.

Matt shifts a bit, leaning back away from Mohinder to stare at the puncture marks on Mohinder's chest, the blood beading there. A part of him isn't sure he wants to do this, remembering all too well how Sylar acted while under the influence and not sure he wants to commit himself to being an addict, but the want pushed at him from both men is hard to ignore. He wets his lips, debating, then takes a deep breath and leans in to press his mouth to the wound, drawing blood from it. He understands almost immediately why Sylar was so fond of this, too, while human. It's more intimate than his telepathy could ever hope to be.

He rocks his hips against Mohinder's, whimpering, heat and need returning to his body, taken from Mohinder as easily as his blood. He's painfully hard again when Sylar guides him back and he doesn't hesitate when the other man offers him a bleeding finger so he can taste his blood, too.

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Hard again and they'd just gotten him off. Mohinder's chest rumbles with amusement and pleasure. He sits when Matt latches onto Sylar's finger and licks the shell of the former serial killer's ear. Not too much, you'll be hungry again too soon, he warns, John's voice in his head even if he can no longer find his sire. This, at least, helps with his loneliness.

He watches Matt moan around Sylar's finger and slips his hand against the back of his neck to separate them. Mohinder's not just adventurous, he's really very pushy this way. Dominating. It would likely look so strange from an outsider's point of view to see the smallest of the three orchestrate this little game.

He puts Matt's mouth to a better use, on him and the moment he feels the cop's tongue wrap around him, he tugs Sylar into a kiss. Mohinder still tastes like Matt.

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Sylar, too, is amused by Matt's reaction to a little blood, his lips twitching under Mohinder's as he kisses him back, threatening a smile. He manages to fight it back, though, and puts one hand to Matt's hair, the other seeking Mohinder's fingers. He laces them together, tempted to guide his hand down to his cock, but he thinks better of it. He'll get his turn. He just needs to be patient. This is all about Mohinder now.

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Damn straight it's all about Mohinder. That's just the way that the Indian prefers it to be. His skin nearly blends in with the deep navy silk sheets in the darkness.

Matt's exquisite. He takes his time. And best yet, he knows him. He and Sylar have never really dwelled on oral sex. But Matt...has got a phenomenal talent, as evidenced by the way Mohinder's abdominal muscles strain.

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Sylar is still somewhat embarrassed by the idea of oral sex -- Mohinder should know that by now if he didn't already. If it's what Mohinder likes and Matt is willing and good at it, he's not going to argue that they can't do whatever they want, though, and so he lets Matt take Mohinder apart while he lets his mouth and fingers wander otherwise. If it wouldn't require so much movement, so much detachment, even if only momentary, he'd be sitting up, pulling Mohinder into his lap to grind against him or more, but he doesn't want to have to pull away. And, as connected as he is to the both of them at the moment, he doesn't want Matt to stop.

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The dam bursts not soon after and Mohinder laughs to himself as he stretches out against Sylar's chest. He's satiated and satisfied and snuggles into Sylar's arms for just a moment before he sets a hand on Matt's shoulder and pushes him back. The larger man wipes his lower lip with the back of his hand and waits, sending another wave of pleasure through Mohinder that Matt and Sylar can both feel. Matt's cheeks flush accordingly.

"Uh, so it was all right then?"

He's rewarded with a needy little kiss before he feels Mohinder weigh him in hot little hands.

"Shall we flip a coin or play rock-paper-scissors for him?" the Indian asks and Matt's eyes immediately lift to Sylar. He's never had him that way, and the times he's played a woman certainly doesn't count.

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Sylar looks between the two of them, his eyebrows raised, amused and a little curious. After a moment, he stretches out slowly, putting himself on display, as if that will somehow help the two of them decide. It doesn't. Not entirely, anyway, but the hungry looks he gets from the both of them are entirely worth it.

"Uh ... I dunno," Matt answers. In spite of that statement, he can feel the larger man's desire to be the winner of whatever game they play, to do to Sylar what he spent the last few years doing to him while he played submissive. He knows Mohinder can feel it, too, and he glances over at him, a smirk of a smile twisting his mouth.

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Mohinder simpers softly as he watches Sylar lounging back against the pillows and tilts his head against Matt's shoulder. They don't make a bad looking pair, the two of them, and it's really no wonder that Matt had eventually asked the other version of him to marry him and officially adopt Molly. At least until his world went to shit too.

Mohinder snakes his arms fetchingly around Matt's neck. "Gabriel, turn over." A command. Oh, he's going to let Matt win. There's part of him that's so very curious about all of this.

Especially when Matt's very well proportioned and more gifted than ever Sylar in certain size departments.

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Sylar's vaguely offended by the idea that Mohinder thinks Matt is better off than he is, and it shows on his face, his smile dimming before fading entirely. It's not enough to murder his want, however, nor is it enough to make him make the effort to resist an order from his sire and lover, and he pulls away from Matt, shifting onto his stomach. He glances back at the both of them, expectantly, though still looking a little sour.

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Leaving Matt's side, Mohinder runs his hands up Sylar's back and arches down against him. He knows that scowl, and though he can read his thoughts, he really doesn't have to. Mohinder presses his lips against Sylar's ear after a little lick of appreciation.

"Size does not equal prowess," he murmurs before sitting back again. He'll let Matt have his go, and the thicker man doesn't wait for further instruction. He knows where the lubrication is. And what's more, Matt's a careful, giving lover. Sylar already knows this, but he's never had the other man quite like this. It's undeniably romantic. Even with the extra company. Matt's large hands are gentle. He uses his mouth liberally as well.

[heroslayer]

He settles a bit at the reassurance, reaching back to brush his fingers through Mohinder's hair as he retreats. He moves on to threading his fingers through Matt's hair when he settles in behind him. He's going to be easy to break, as tightly strung as he is from feeling Mohinder's release and Matt's before him, and as gentle as Matt's being with his touches.

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"Ah God--" Matt's startled cries the moment he enters Sylar is mostly surprise even if he doesn't really believe he ought to be. The Mohinder he knew was totally a bottom and had never actually pressed him to try otherwise.

He assumes it had had been the same for Sylar and Mohinder, having no real basis to believe that the Indian had switched position preference nearly over night.