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 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.

[telecognition.livejournal.com]

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.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

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.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

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."

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

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.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

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.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

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.

[heroslayer]

Sylar agrees entirely.

It fades before too long, however, and Matt moves back to the door to flick the lights off, then pads back over to the bed. He kicks his shoes off somewhere in the middle and climbs into bed behind Mohinder, sandwiching the Indian between him and the other vampire. He falls asleep slowly, snapping back awake from a doze when both their breathing seems to taper off and stop entirely, half-panicked, and then settles again when he realizes that's normal for them now. It's surprisingly easy to sleep most of the day away barring that little hiccup.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

Waking just before sunrise, Mohinder's a little dismayed to find himself rather cold on one side. Yes, he knows that Matt has a job to do, but he's gotten fairly comfortable with the idea of being held by both men. They'll have their time later, when being on a proper day time schedule doesn't matter so much for Matt.

He wakes Sylar with a series of little kisses and nudges his nose under his chin. "The leader of the free world needs to go to his briefing, Gabriel."

[heroslayer]

Sylar hums, coming around slowly, reluctantly, not wanting to get out of bed. He cracks one eye, then the other, and makes another discontent noise when he finds Matt has left them for the time being. He, like Mohinder, has already gotten used to the idea of having him around, despite the fact that they've only really been themselves for a couple days.

"Does the leader of the free world get to have breakfast first?" he mumbles around a kiss he steals from Mohinder. "Or should I grab something from the break room while I'm at work?"

Like, say, Matt for example.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry, we don't have anything in," Mohinder says, half coddling his lover as he slips the ring from his finger and fits it nearly only Sylar's larger pinky. He ought to get use to wearing it. "I'm sure you'll find something to manage to satisfy yourself on. While you're busy, I'm going to head out myself."

He presses his lips against Sylar's forehead and gets up, the replica of the President's bedroom from the White House making him fairly curious. He can go without eating right away, but Sylar likely can not.

He won't keep him for long.

[heroslayer]

It takes Sylar a moment or two more to motivate himself to get out of bed, and he moves towards the bathroom without comment. He returns some twenty minutes later, showered and wearing Nathan's face, and steals a quick kiss from him as he heads past, towards the door.

"If you're going out, don't let anyone see you." It seems obvious enough, all things considered, but predator now or not, the Indian still sometimes needs common sense reminders. "Hopefully this thing with Parkman won't take all day."

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

"Just come and find me when you're done." Mohinder ought to be able to take care of himself. He can remove memories after all! Kissing Nathan, however, is incredibly awkward and Mohinder makes a little face after ward before he laughs himself silly and heads in for a shower.

Matt's spend a few hours with Nathan's personal staff, filling them in on security breaches. They're up to date and no longer going to ask questions. A very good thing, really. All things considered. Not seeing the President for a few days does tend to worry people.

[heroslayer]

Sylar lets them all take a fifteen minute break after Matt finishes up his briefing, and nudges the larger man towards the bathroom as everyone else files out to refresh their coffee or grab a danish. Matt takes the hint, heading for the men's room, where the cameras are non-existent, and after a moment, just so it doesn't look too suspicious, Sylar follows him. He pushes Matt into one of the stalls, the door behind them closing and locking itself, and buries his face in his throat, breathing him in with a small, needy noise. He's trembling like a leaf in hunger, every fiber of his being aching.

"Didn't get to eat before I came over here," he mumbles lowly into his throat. He nips at his throat, just barely keeping himself from drawing blood as sharp as his teeth have become. "I need a little something."

[telecognition.livejournal.com]

It's one of those new, but pretty amazing things that Matt's not sure he's ever going to get use to. Before, he'd needed Sylar. And now, Sylar needs him. Sucking in a breath, Matt just nods. He's not going to deny the main sustenance, even if it might mean that Sylar is going to want to cause him pain. He doesn't even ask where Mohinder is. If the Indian needs to be fed too--

It stops mattering the moment those teeth sink into his flesh and he groans in pleasure. "Anything y-you want, man--"

[heroslayer]

If it had been anyone else, he would have made sure the bite was hell, that they were afraid and struggling, and potentially, that they didn't live to tell the tale. Since it's Matt, since he's part of the little pack or coven or whatever he and Mohinder have been putting together, however, feeding time is a pleasurable experience for the both of them. He even slips a hand up into his hair, spidering his fingers in and out of it idly as he takes from him.

When he finally pulls away, he's breathing hard, half wanting more, and he stares at Matt for a moment, his eyes still dark and hungry now for other things, before blinking and looking away. He looks up again once he's managed to compose himself a little, still tonguing furiously at the stains of Matt's blood on his lips, and reaches to press his fingers to the wound at his throat, healing them. No reason to be stupid about this, even if he's high on the taste of his blood.

"I don't know if we told you or if you got the hint when you were connected to us ... " He's tempted in that instant to give Matt another taste. " ... but you taste ... "

He shakes his head, unable to come up with a word that doesn't fall short, and steals a quick kiss from him, as if Matt will be able to taste himself like he can and know exactly what he means. If Sylar spoiled Mohinder for the rest of the world while he was still human, feeding solely on specials has spoiled him for anything less.

[telecognition.livejournal.com]

Mohinder's having the same sort of problem, and is dealing with it in a bit of a childish way. Regulars are nothing. Worse than nothing. It's like drinking water. He can survive on it, but it's tasteless and frustrating. Finding specials in this world...well that requires creativity.

So while Matt happily accepts Sylar's kiss and mutters on about how he's more than happy to give the vampire what he needs, Mohinder's left with only one special he can handle-- One close by and contained and, given his power set, easily gotten to.

The trouble is that Hiro's not exactly ready for another feeding. Not that Mohinder cares. He bleeds him dry.

[heroslayer]

There's a final, wonderful kick that comes with killing a human like that -- a spark as the last of their life, their soul passes into the vampire. It's a dangerously addictive feeling and Sylar, able to pick up on the echoes of it through Mohinder as close as he is, makes a soft, strangled noise and closes his eyes, his heart jumping into his throat. He wants that feeling for himself. He wants Mohinder here now to work through their shared euphoria from a death. He wants a lot of things and he can't have any of them. He has to go back out into his briefing room and secure them passage to London.

Something like anger creeping in at being denied, he turns away from Matt abruptly and heads out of the bathroom. "Come on, Parkman."

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

Right, Matt thinks to himself, business as usual. At least Sylar's not exactly changed. He still knows how fickle the man is and he still kind of likes it. It's normal and it feels right. So, getting on with his work, he won't know what's happened until the briefing is interrupted by a call you don't ever want to get.

"Shit. Nakamura's dead. I've got to go, sir."

[heroslayer]

"Then go," he tells him, making a show of looking like this is dire news indeed. "We're almost done here -- I think I can handle the rest."

In his own voice, in Matt's head, he adds, If Mohinder's still there ... make sure he gets out safely. Matt should know by that what, exactly, killed Hiro, if he didn't already have his suspicions.