Famous Last Words

[splice_of_life]

"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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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.

[heroslayer]

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.

[heroslayer]

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.

[heroslayer]

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.

[heroslayer]

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.

[heroslayer]

It had the potential to change again, too, now that Sylar was an equal, not a pet. He doubted their relationship would ever be quite the same, that Mohinder would ever go back to being on the bottom on a full time basis, but the animal under his skin now refused to be put in that position every night for the rest of eternity, either. Mohinder would have to learn to switch back and forth or else he'd likely find other, less enjoyable means of trying to assert his dominance.

For now, though, he was more than happy to be ridden if all the delicious little noises he was making was any indication. A part of him wanted Mohinder to do more than watch, however, and he reached for his finger blindly, hoping to guide them to his skin.

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A simple thought from Sylar brings Mohinder closer and a little shift from Matt allows the Indian access to the other man. As Matt moves back, pulling Sylar upright against his chest on their knees, Mohinder presses to Sylar's. His fingers run through and then tug at the hair on his chest and he offers his lips as some relief. Their breathing mingles as Mohinder's arms move slowly around Sylar to scratch up Matt's back. The only friction Sylar's allowed is against Mohinder's belly. It's more cruelty. Mohinder's entirely delighted.

[heroslayer]

Sylar kisses him back desperately, a low growl rising in the back of his throat, born out of frusteration and want for more, and entirely inhuman. Soft, breathless whimpers follow and he strains, hips rolling frentically against Mohinder's, demanding he touch him, then rocks back against Matt just as viciously, and back again, wanting, needing all thoughts of taking this slow evaporating in a haze of lust and bright bursts of curses and pleading. He doesn't much like being held on edge, even if he'll likely decide after the fact that it was worth every second, just as it was worth it to torture the both of them in much the same way.

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Biting Sylar lightly, just enough to draw blood without doing much to actually bleed him, the point of the exercise being mostly pleasure than anything else, Mohinder gives Sylar relief, finally, through the slow ministrations of his hands. All of this had been done mostly for the small mental rebellion of Sylar's, the small challenge of dominance. Mohinder's new to these urges though. It will take some time for him to understand them or for Sylar to re-exert himself.

When it's finished, and both larger men are panting and groaning, Mohinder slips between them. It's caccooing. It feels right. And he'll happily lay there for as long as they both need to recover.

[heroslayer]

Both tangle themselves up in him as they work to catch their breath. When they finally manage, and they seem to both settle at the same time, Matt laughs a bit, lazily, and mutters something about how the whole experience was kind of amazing. 'Kind of' is, judging by the tenor of his thoughts, a massive understatement, however.

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Head tilting against Sylar's shoulder, Mohinder settles the backs of his thighs to his primary lover's softening erection. Matt's head gets tucked against his chest and Mohinder openly soothes him by stroking his hair. They've done well. The breaks between them have mended and Mohinder feels like everyone, finally, is happy. It's something he can get behind.

Perhaps this was how John felt when Mohinder brought his pet into their little oddball family. Matt's like the new family dog for newly weds. Not that newly weds tend to literally sleep with their puppies.

Mohinder wants to baby Matt just the same. It really will be easy to come to love the former cop if only they can hold onto themselves this time around.

[heroslayer]

Sylar isn't terribly worried about them losing themselves again. Mostly because, the second the possibility crosses Mohinder's mind, he edges deep into Matt's thoughts, commanding him to remember, to always remember. Matt doesn't react, doesn't even seem to realize that he's there, but Sylar's certain that the order will stick nevertheless and can take comfort in that. Matt will carry their memories and, should they forget again, he can give them back to Mohinder telepathically and Mohinder can give them back to him. They have an insurance policy now.

Matt, in the meantime, is equally unconcerned by the idea that they might be stripped of their memories again, whether or not time changes around them. Instead, now that he's coming down out of the afterglow, he's starting to worry about more mundane, immediate things. This world still expects Sylar to be the President -- how will he be able to do that if he can't go outside during the day? Things like that.

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Mohinder doses off for less than half an hour when he feels both Matt and Sylar slip off. Their legs and arms tangled, he doesn't bother to cover them up. Even if he's well aware of Peter's entrance and his just as quick departure. Mohinder doesn't bother to read his mind, he just pulls Sylar's arms around him a little tighter and snuggles up into Matt's chest.

"I'm hungry," he murmurs. "We need to hunt." As for Matt's worry, Mohinder has it taken care of. They have a ring.

And if Sylar decides he no longer wants this job, they can go somewhere else.

[heroslayer]

"So am I," Sylar mumbles, his mouth near Mohinder's ear. The smell of Matt still sleeping just on the other side of the Indian is starting to become maddening and as much as he'd like to bite him again, he probably shouldn't. "I don't think I got enough when we shared him. I didn't want to hurt him."

And his appetite is somewhat greater than Mohinder's, as young as he is. Like a newborn baby, he's finding he's nearly always hungry.

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"We'll let him sleep," Mohinder decides, glancing at the clock before he wiggles back against Sylar, prompting him to get up. "The first time I fed on you, you slept for twelve hours. We've got some time. Let's... Let's pick one of the other specials around here."

They shower and dress and Mohinder glances over Sylar before he arches an eyebrow.

"I suggest you don't wear that face. Hm. I'm likely wanted as well...but we can take care of anyone that stops us." Mohinder's power certainly goes to his head.