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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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.

[heroslayer]

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.

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With their hunger at least for the most part satisfied, Mohinder and Sylar return to the President's home. They'll expect Nathan to wake up there and though Matt's been left behind at his own house a few hours ago, it would only cement the mortal man's unsure feelings of where he stood with the vampires.

In fact, Matt's phone call closer to dawn just makes Mohinder laugh. Maybe it's evil. He can't help it. "Oh tell him to come over. He sounds about ready to have a coronary."

[heroslayer]

He hums, amused, and leans back in his chair, cradling the phone between his head and shoulder so he can fold his hands over his stomach. "Come over. We probably won't be the best company, but … "

But when he gets up, he wants breakfast close, and besides, he and Matt have business to discuss beyond that. Which, speaking of, "Oh, and send someone to pick up Nakamura on your way over. We left him near the labs."

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"You caught him?!" Three years of memories can't exactly be easily erased and Matt's got conflicting feelings about Hiro. He switches the phone to his other ear as he ties one shoe and then the other to gaze at his closet. Suits. He's not actually tried to look anything but professional in a long time. He doesn't even own a pair of jeans that fit anymore.

Damn.

"Yeah, all right, I'll get the team together, take care of Nakamura and then I'll be over."

He hangs up before Mohinder speaks again. The Indian grins. "He's so loyal. How did that happen?"

[heroslayer]

"Don't bother getting the Haitian out of bed," he tells Matt, the smirk on his face audible in his tone. "He won't be able to use his ability. Not anymore."

Hanging up, he tosses the phone onto the bed and stretches out in his seat. He drops his head on the back of it and glances back at Mohinder, his world and the Indian along with it upside down.

"Before the blood? I took care of him for three years. I trusted him with the truth. About everything." Not only just who he was. In the last few years, he's come to Matt with just about everything. His hopes, his fears, his wants. He's been as close to a best friend as he's ever had in this universe or any other. It's been nice. It still is, even if he thinks it's vaguely odd, seeing as how, until they ended up here, he hated Matt. He hopes they can keep that closeness, with or without blood entering into the equation. "I spent the last five years trying to do the right thing and I let him help. To serve. To protect. All of that counts for a lot for him."

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Mohinder's smile is as saucy as ever as he moves from the desk to the couch and bends down to slant his lips across Sylar's upside down. Any kiss with his lover is good, and this one follows suit just as well. He purrs softly against his mouth and pulls back, hands on his shoulders before they slip down his chest.

"I'm proud of you, Gabriel. Well, not the attempted genocide, but I do understand the reasoning for it. You really did have what could be the best possible outcome for the most people. Hard choice, that one. I could never have done it."

He slips around the sofa and climbs into Sylar's lap. He gently noses his ear and then nuzzles against his throat.

"Oh! Airforce One! We get to take your jet! We could even go during the day. Black out the windows. We've a pet to care for us."

[heroslayer]

"You know, I hadn't thought of that." He hasn't quite integrated both halves of his memory quite yet. He'll get there, but it's only been a day with a death on top of it, but for now, little things keep slipping his mind. Like the fact that he has a private jet at his disposal. "I'll still go through the whole long and dance so I can get out there without anyone getting suspicious, but … "

But he won't have to worry about getting Mohinder through security and on a commercial jet. He can just make him invisible until they're up in the air.

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"Shh. It's not every day a man goes from being the most important creature in my life to the most important one in the entire country."

Mohinder's finger gently slip through his hair at the temples. He kisses him very lightly and snuggles in against his chest.

[heroslayer]

Sylar hums, agreeing, and kisses him back just as gently, his fingers finding his way to his hair in turn. When he pulls away, he keeps his hand at his hair, brushing through it lazily, and closes his eyes. He straightens vaguely when he senses Matt's arrival, but he doesn't move otherwise. He's too comfortable, too disinclined to move, and there's warmth enough filtering through their fledgling connection for the bigger man as he let's himself in that he feels he doesn't have to move.

"You get him?" he asks after a moment. Matt looks tired. Maybe he'll invite him to join him and Mohinder when they bed down for the day.

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Matt stands in the doorway, the door of course closed, with his feet apart and hands held behind his back. He watches Mohinder curve down against Sylar's chest and tuck his head under his chin to watch him. It's a little off putting and Matt clears his throat. "Uh, yeah. He was just where you said he was, so it was easy. He was disoriented though. I have the Haitian with him, but you said he didn't have his powers--"

Matt shrugs and waits for-- What? Dismissal? Hard to tell. He's just got these really terrible feelings of inadequacy with these two.

[heroslayer]

Much to the contrary, Sylar holds out a hand for him, beckoning him over. They'll need to relocate to the bed before much longer, but he wants Matt near now. He hopes that Matt takes the hint or, at very least, that he can feel his desire in his thoughts.

"He doesn't. I pulled them out of him when we ran into him earlier." Not that he needed to, of course -- he already had Hiro's power, it's what got them into this mess in the first place -- but it was the principle of the thing. After all the terrible things he's done over the years, he's no longer deserving of his ability.

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Matt looks almost concerned. He even gives Mohinder a glance to be sure it's all right. They were the core pair. He is mere filler. Matt doesn't exactly have the most self confidence in that particular area. Even so, he sits down when there's no real protest. Mohinder just watches him with dark, brooding eyes. It's odd being examined like that.

"I guess that's good then? No powers, no escape. He killed a lot of people so--"

[heroslayer]

"It's why I did it." Part of the reason, anyway. Matt doesn't need to know or maybe already knows it was partially motivated by revenge, too.

He rolls one shoulder in a shrug, careful not to dislodge Mohinder from the other one, and turns his attentions to him, trying to feel how he's feeling. He hasn't said much, after all, and he's vaguely worried he might be jealous when he has no right to be. His world revolves around him, always has, not Matt, as much as he enjoys the other man's company.

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Of course Matt's jealous. He'd been married to Mohinder until the man had died on him. They'd raised Molly from age eight to eighteen together before she went off to England to study as her papa had. And then, for the past few years, he'd been making a home with Sylar as well, though their relationship was not at all conventional. Or even all that outwardly loving and affectionate save when Sylar needed it to be.

Still, he understands his place. He knows that Mohinder and Sylar are together. He doesn't even begrudge them this.

"Smart. Tomorrow I'll have him interogated."

[heroslayer]

"We need to have me debriefed, too," he says, brushing his fingers through Mohinder's hair. He reaches out with his other hand to seek Matt's. "And we need to come up with an excuse for the three of us to go to London. Mohinder's ... sire might be there and he wants to look for him. And we need another ring made."

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If Matt's surprised at the way Sylar takes his hand, he manages not to show it. Mohinder can still taste it through their weakening bond. "Gabriel wants to continue to be President," Mohinder says. He might think of Sylar by that name, but he'll always be Gabriel to him. It's impossible to call him anything else. "But yes, if we can find John-- Even if he doesn't know me..."

That thought is crushing. It truely is.

"Even if he doesn't, he might be able to help us."

Slowly, Matt nods. He only vaguely understands, but it's important. "I'll get it done."

[heroslayer]

"Thanks," Sylar mumbles, brushing his thumb over the back of Matt's hand. He closes his eyes, sighing, and shifts under Mohinder, settling back in their chair, getting comfortable. He's tired and the inclination to move to somewhere more comfortable is evaporating rather rapidly.

"Dawn's coming." Just a few more minutes now, the faint light of pre-dawn already greying the sky outside. That likely explains everything.

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Looking up, Matt blinks somewhat owlishly and then jumps to his feet to close all of the curtains. Mohinder stifles his laugh against Sylar's throat before he pulled himself to his feet and moves quietly towards the other man. "We're fine, Matt. Come to bed for a little while. You'll have some work to do this afternoon and you still seem so tired. Gabriel-- you too."

[heroslayer]

Mohinder's fine -- he would have had an issue if the sun had touched him. Of course, he probably would have gotten up and closed the drapes himself by then. He'd just needed a minute. As young as he is, even the promise of sun is exhausting.

He gets to his feet now, however, and drifts over to the bed. He sinks down on it, rolls onto his stomach and looks at the both of the expectantly, lowering his head again only once they've both made it onto the mattress with them.

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Mohinder is very willing to give up his ring to Sylar. The other man needs it far more than he does. He crawls into bed with the taller man even as Matt hesitates. "Get the lights first," Mohinder says softly. Matt's indecision is delicious. It truly is.