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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[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.

[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."

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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?"

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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.

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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."

[heroslayer]

Sylar makes a face at him. If Mohinder becoming a vampire weakened his resolve to be good, his own transformation has killed it entirely, and if he wants to see anyone dead, it's Hiro. He owes him, still, a debt left unpaid from his original reality, with memories of this universe, of Nakamura being the constant thorn in his side here, on top. It's not fair that he doesn't get to kill him and he makes sure Mohinder knows that, even if he'll follow his lead.

"I'll make sure he can't teleport away, at least."

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Rolling his eyes, Mohinder follows after Sylar and sends back a warning. The Indian doesn't catch the warning signs, no matter how connected he is to Sylar. He's still, fundamentally, an absolute idiot. "How? Won't he just take you with him?" Mohinder's got working knowledge of how Hiro works, thanks to Sylar's memory.

[heroslayer]

"I don't need to touch him." Though, he supposes, that might make his inability to kill him at least worth it. He could tear his ability out of him with Arthur's and leave him, soul-scarred and helpless, on Parkman's doorstep. Or whoever succeeds him, assuming Matt doesn't feel compelled to go back to work. Whichever.

He decides to do just that when it's his turn to feed on him and reaches up, tapping the side of his head. "Telepathy's good for more than just reading minds. If I tell him he can't teleport, then he won't be able to."

He doesn't doubt his ability to get into Nakamura's head. Even if he's built up his mental walls over the last few years to protect against intrusion, between the mental prowess afforded to him simply for being what he is and the potency of Matt's blood, it shouldn't be an issue.

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The whole thing is actually pretty anti-climatic. Hiro and his lost accent (Mohinder finds this to be exceedingly strange and a bit culturally jarring) seem surprised to find them there, first questioning Mohinder over what he'd done to the samples before going slightly glassy eyed at Sylar's suggestiveness.

Hiro's sudden fear when the man beside the professor ends up being Sylar is sweet. Yes, Mohinder wants him. His fangs have already extended and it makes him shiver to even think about sharing another special with Sylar.

The pounce happens much too quickly. He allows the younger vampire to go first. He'll need the blood more and Mohinder's never been too keen on feeding off of fear. Even vampires can have morals.

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Sylar's a touch disappointed by how quickly the chase is over, but he doesn't give much thought to it beyond a second or two. He's too hungry for that, eyes black and fangs extended, his breathing hitching oddly in his throat as his heart hammers needfully in his chest. He falls on Hiro eagerly, letting him struggle, and drinks deep, his horror delicious.

Whimpering, he forces himself to pull away before he's taken too much, wanting to save some for Mohinder, but before he does, before his lips leave Hiro's throat, he reaches into him mentally, wraps his fingers around the other man's power, and tears it out viciously. Nakamura doesn't even scream. He can't. Between the lingering agony of Sylar feeding on him and having his ability forcibly removed, his breath as well as the capacity to cry out have been stolen from him.

Sylar steps back, grinning and traces his tongue over his lips. He catches Mohinder's eyes and nods to Hiro. His turn.

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Mohinder is by far the nicer of the two. He lets Hiro forget Sylar's brought on pain and fear and instead gives him a little pleasure. There's not much he can have, the other vampire had needed more than he, and Hiro's blood has the same quality that Sylar's once had. And Matt's does. Yes, specials are high inducing. And Mohinder rather carefully lets Hiro go and takes his memories again. Someone will find him tomorrow during a sweep of the place.

He wipes his mouth off and looks up at Sylar with a satisfied grin.

"Well, Mr. President-- What is it we're going to do? Stay here? We should go to England. Maybe we can track John or his family down. We need another piece of lapis lazuli."

[heroslayer]

Sylar is silent for a moment, looking thoughtful. It's not that he doesn't want to go to London or disagrees that they need another ring, he's just trying to figure out how to do it to draw the least amount of suspicion. He is, after all, a very important man here, and he can neither just up and disappear nor travel publically without drawing unwanted attention, and he doesn't want to send Mohinder alone. He doesn't want to be without him more now than ever.

It's probably for the best that he feels that way, too. Without Mohinder, half of DC would likely end up missing or dead within a few days.

"We'll have to wait a few days," Sylar says finally. "My staff hasn't seen Nathan in a couple of days already. A few more might make them suspicious. They need to see me. And they need to be assured that I'm still me and not someone pretending to be me. Or that there's not someone pulling my strings."

He and Parkman can stage a debriefing with the Haitian present. He'll make sure the latter doesn't use his ability to accidentally out him and Matt can fill out paperwork afterwards to make it look official. After that, it shouldn't be hard to fake some intel on something in London the President wants to look into personally or some foreign dignitary he's supposed to meet to give him a reason to be in London. From there, they can take a night flight to Heathrow, as unpleasant as that will likely be for the both of them, and he'll make a couple of public appearances as Nathan once they're there, just to sell the show. It's complicated, sure, but it's better than one or both of them ending up flayed alive on some government scientist's table.

He fails to consider the fact that Mohinder is still a wanted man and, by this point, likely on the no-fly list if nothing else.