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 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.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

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.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

"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.

[heroslayer]

Sylar takes a moment to run through the library of faces he's stolen over the years, here and home both, before deciding on a fairly nondescript form. Male and relatively short. Powerfully built in spite of that, though, and maybe a bit dangerous or trying too hard to look that way if the haircut is any indication. He seems to remember someone calling him Edgar when they'd caught him, back when he'd first started pretending to be Nathan and he has to wonder, albeit briefly, if he picked up his power just by being around him, even though he didn't know he was capable of such things until recently.

He makes a mental note to try and find out later and spreads his arms wide once he has his new face on, letting Mohinder inspect him. "Better?"

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Mohinder makes one truly amusing face and shakes his head. "Not really but it'll do and oooh. I like the accent!" Funny, coming from Mohinder. Then again, American accents are a dime a dozen in this city. He places both hands on Sylar's arm and leans in, kissing a new mouth with different stubble. "Let's see. Had Italian and Jewish today. Let's go for something exotic."

[heroslayer]

He kisses him back, humming pleasure, and glances over his shoulder at the door.

"Besides special -- " Which might be hard to find in the city, considering the state of things. Unless, of course, they found the local branch of Bennet's little underground railroad, but he's not sure how Matt would take that. He can't say he's not tempted regardless, though. " -- what did you have in mind?"

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

When Peter had more or less saved him from Matt's desire to burn him to a crisp on the front lawn, Mohinder'd caught a thought of someone with him. Gazing at this new form his lover's taken, Mohinder's lips curve up. 'How do you feel about Japanese?"

Hiro is going to be extremely difficult to catch. But that's half the fun.

[heroslayer]

Sylar smiles slowly, wickedly, the expression perfectly at home on the face that he's wearing. He's been meaning to get the little Japanese sonovabitch back for some time now after what he did to him on Kirby Plaza. "You know, I think that sounds perfect."

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Though they had slept through the day without being impaired, there was still a manhunt out for them and most of the presidential complex was crawling in agents. Mohinder stands at the gates in one of the blind spots, Sylar beside him. The walk from Matt's had been more or less pleasant, despite the several mile distance, and now it's all Mohinder can do not to salivate each time a guard or secret service agent mills around upwind.

Hiro's in there. Mohinder can smell him. He's likely waiting for Peter, perhaps trying to figure out where the serum is the President had ordered for use.

It's hard to tell.

[heroslayer]

Sylar counts the guards, though he's not particularly concerned with them. The guards are just ants at a picnic, annoying but harmless, as far as he's concerned and the smell of Hiro has his stomach twisted into wonderful, distracting knots, and his mouth aching.

He glances over at Mohinder, wetting his lips with his tongue. "We could walk right through them."

As long as the Indian doesn't get away from him this time and give away their position. Or, assuming he doesn't want to do that, he's fairly certain he can mind control the lot of them to just not see them. He'll be using his telepathy, not whatever power being a vampire affords him, more comfortable with the former than the latter, and they'll still show up on the security tapes after the fact, but it's an option. They'll be long gone before it matters.

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Eyebrow arching, a slow, even smile spreads across the Indian's face. "Sounds brilliant," he says and takes Sylar's hand. The man is literally the most dangerous person in the entire world no, Mohinder does believe it. Once they find a way to get him a ring made, he'll be unstoppable. If his powers work like this, that means that he's absolutely indestructible too, after all.

Mohinder's rather proud of him.

They do manage to slip through the grounds easily enough toward the building that Mohinder though he'd worked out for the passed three years. Hiro's down there, in the bowels of the labs. He's picking through vials, carefully, using the distraction Mohinder had caused yesterday to his advantage.

[heroslayer]

It takes him a moment to get his hunger under control when they stop before Nakamura, and when he does, he glances over at Mohinder again, silent, his eyebrows raised. There are many ways to do this -- he could make the Japanese man completely compliant, he could just leave him unable to use his ability to get away, he could do nothing and see if they can actually catch him before he teleports out -- and he can ask Mohinder what he wants to do without ever speaking a word.

He, himself, is torn. Half of him wants to crush Hiro's mind to fine powder and drain him dry. The other half wants a fight before dinner.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

Mohinder needs a little bit of exercise. The sex was just fine, but a little bit of revenge for the mess he'd been put through the passed few days. Violence? Yes, violence. He presses his fingertips against his lips and closed his eyes. He tries to breathe in the scent of the night, pin point Hiro's exactly location.

"We won't kill him." Killing still bothers him. "Let's see how fast he can run first."