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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"I can read your thoughts, Matt," he sing-songs. "I know he... Oh. Hm. Get us inside." Mohinder doesn't exactly need to eat. He's not hungry. but he does like the closeness of the bite. He almost misses Sylar's humaness for that very reason.

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Matt makes a face at him in the rear view, dimly amused in spite of himself, and slips out of his arms to get out of the car. He unlocks Mohinder's door before he closes his own, and opens it for him, helping him to his feet. Together they sway into the house and he leads the Indian straight to the bedroom, figuring that's the best place for this, even if it goes no further than just an exchange of blood.

"It still works both ways, you know," Matt tells him as he settles down on the bed. Their connection may have faded entirely over the course of the day, but he's still a telepath and Mohinder's still a relatively open book, even if he can't force him to act against his will anymore. To prove this point, he asks, "I mean, you could still bite Sylar, right? His, uh, blood just wouldn't do anything for you as far as food goes or whatever, right?"

Sylar did have some of Mohinder's blood before he let Matt partake, after all. He figures it still allows for a connection, if nothing else, or there would have been no point.

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"Still can, yes. Can bite fruit as well. Good for a bit of amusement but-- He doesn't taste the same any more. Oh, still delicious, absolutely, just not satisfying." A shame, that. He could have spent his whole life on Sylar's blood alone. Though, perhaps, it's best that he doesn't. Their love doesn't need an extra layer of addiction.

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Matt finds himself rolling his eyes again. "You know what I meant, smart ass."

That needs to be said, even if Mohinder did finally get around to giving him a straight answer.

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"I love it when you talk dirty to me!" Mohinder purrs, perched on the edge of the bed. Sylar might be waiting for Matt to return but Mohinder's just a little bit selfish right now. a little bit amorous right now. And if Sylar isn't here, well their pet is.

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"You realize -- " He cuts himself off, sighing. There's no real point in trying to correct Mohinder, not when he's like this, whatever this is. "Whatever. I don't know what you got into, man, but whatever."

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Mohinder, suddenly, seems very, very sober. "I killed someone, Matt. I drank him dry. He died with a smile on his face and I-- Come here." He means that last bit in a now sort of sense.

[mentalmastery.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I figured that out on my own." And he's been trying to avoid thinking too hard about it. He knows that Mohinder has a bit of darkness to him, he always has, but there's a difference between that and what he's become. There's a difference between that and murder, and he's not sure he feels about the idea that the Indian's capable of that now. It makes him uncomfortable on several levels, even without the conflict between his opinion on Hiro back home and his thoughts on the one here.

Still though, and against his better judgement, he shifts closer to him on the bed. "Okay. Here I am."

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"I'm sorry," the Indian starts off once his cheek is against the human's. "For everything. For this and for what I've done, and for not realizing how much I've hurt you and so many people and--" Mohinder should never be allowed to drain someone to death again. He starts off as a giggly drunk and ends up a sobbing mess when the high begins to disappear. No one likes a soggy shoulder.

[mentalmastery.livejournal.com]

Leave it to Mohinder to have a bad trip.

Matt sighs, his entire attitude one-eightying, and puts an arm around the other man, pulling him against his chest. "I think we covered this already, but ... it's okay."

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Matt would end up getting whiplash by the time it hit midnight and never does get to Sylar as originally promised. The President, having been away for so long, gets caught up in policy. He's had meetings, yes even that late, with senators and congressmen. He's been briefed and debriefed by representatives from interest groups. And worse, he's had to sit through two dinners so that one could be photographed and the other televised.

After all, the country's most notorious criminal has been captured. It's on everyone's mind. And that means midnight press conference.

[heroslayer]

Sylar gets home sometime in the wee hours of the morning. He looks worn but not specifically tired, not yet, and just a touch annoyed. He'd asked Matt to make sure Mohinder got off of government property safely, not share in whatever the Indian experienced in killing Nakamura. He softens just a bit when he realizes that it doesn't look like they did much at all without him.

"Everything alright?" He's still wearing Nathan's face. He'll take it off in a minute.

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He'd better. Shoes too. Honestly, Sylar, you ought to know by now that Mohinder really prefers your usual face. The Indian lifts his head off of Matt's chest, the human asleep, and presses his finger to his lips before he all but runs over to the other vampire and knocks him over with an enthusiastic hug. He feels better, thankfully.

[heroslayer]

He knows, but he couldn't very well have taken off Nathan's face while he was coming through the door. Who knows who would have seen that?

Away from prying eyes now and in Mohinder's arms, he shifts back to himself and wraps an arm around him. His fingers go to his chin, tilting his head up, and he leans to meet him, kissing him possessively. When he pulls away, he doesn't stray far. "Everything's taken care of. We can leave tomorrow."

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Kiss finished and yet raring to go again, Mohinder slips the lapis lazuli ring from Sylar's pinky and puts it back on his own hand. It's all of John that he has and the elder vampire has a place in his heart overlapping where his own father belongs. He is his father in nearly every sense of the world anyhow.

They're laying on the plush, presidential couch to avoid rousing Matt and Mohinder is really quite content with staying where he is until--

"You're angry about-- What? Tell me or I'll pick it out."

[heroslayer]

"Not angry," he promises, though there is a stab of it at the near-threat. If Mohinder had gone looking into his thoughts, he wouldn't have minded; the idea that he's holding that over his head, he does. "Just … jealous.

"I still owe Nakamura for what he did to me lifetimes ago." Odd, perhaps, that he measures time in length of Mohinder's lives, but understandable somehow. "And I could feel it when you killed him. Just an echo of it, but it felt … amazing."

And it's really not fair that Mohinder got to kill someone when he keeps stopping him from doing the same.

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"It was incredible. For about an hour and then--" Mohinder really doesn't know how bad this is all going. Or how stupidly he's feeding into Sylar's annoyance or anger. He just lays his head on the other man's upper arm. He lightly kisses his throat. His chin. And he sets his hand over the other man's chest. He can feel his heart beating slowly...softly. The way it ought to be. "It's awful in the end, Gabriel."

[heroslayer]

"Maybe it wouldn't be for me." His experiences with addictive substances, ability-related, supernatural or otherwise, have always been so incredibly worth it. It's part of the reason why it was so hard for him to stop killing in the first place. He likes how powerful he feels after taking an ability or drinking blood.

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Mohinder's not sure how to feel about that. He doesn't want to deny Sylar anything, and he knows the man to be a killer, but it's difficult for him to have so many conflicted memories of the other man at his, more or less, disposal. Mohinder's fingers curl lightly in the hair on Sylar's chest as he slips his hand under his shirt. He decides, rather quickly, that it's not his place to deny his lover anything.

"If you'd like....just be careful." He'd rather not be there for it.

[heroslayer]

"Maybe once we get to London." Or maybe not at all. He can, after all, feel Mohinder's trepidation at the idea that he might actually want to kill someone, and it's more than a little off-putting. He'd like to experience a kill, feel someone's heartbeat die under his mouth, but he doesn't want to upset Mohinder, either. His opinions are more important now than they've ever been.

He shrugs a bit, idly, and leans into his hands on his chest, content to commit to a decision later, when Mohinder's not right here, distracting him.

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"England is always an adventure for us," Mohinder murmurs, changing the subject subtly. His fingers absolutely help the transition as he lightly bites at his chin. The stubble has never stopped exciting him. He pushes thoughts of John from his mind. It was where he'd last seen his sire and the wound is so very raw, even with so many memories in place between then and now. "We should visit the Eye while we're there. Matt's not afraid of heights. Or head to Soho. Quite a few good restaurants--"

And then they'll head to John's estate. It's the only way they'll ever get a matching ring for Sylar.

[heroslayer]

"Whatever you want to do," Sylar says, tilting his head to steal a kiss from him. He nips lightly at his lower lip as he pulls away and tries to keep himself from hoping they'll actually get to experience London this time rather than being pulled away from it, not wanting Mohinder to catch that thought and be upset.

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The crate idea works beautifully. It's loaded into the President's personal room in the rear of the plane, the windows tinted black to prevent any entry of light, and once they're in the air, Matt uses a crowbar to break Mohinder out. The India's found curled up inside with his pillow and blanket, oddly sound asleep.

[heroslayer]

Sylar doesn't find it that odd -- in fact, he's a little envious. He might not have to sleep during the day, but young as he is, young as they both are, it's tiring. Even with the ring, even with the sunlight barred entrance by the windows, he's still exhausted and, not bothering to take his sunglasses off, he settles back in his seat and tells Matt to wake them when they get there. Between the flight time and the time difference, it should be dark by the time they disembark, he figures.

He wakes up on his own, just after dusk, the plane making it's descent onto the tarmac. He looks up at Matt, half out of his chair, apparently intent on waking him in just a few more seconds, and then over to Mohinder. He waves the larger man away and climbs out of his seat to join the Indian on the floor.

"Mohinder."

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And he slept through it all? The entire way there, missing out entirely on Airforce One? Mohinder stretches and groans in the small presidential cabin. Sylar's staff has no doubt been told not to enter. That suits him just fine. As he nuzzles into Sylar's arms, his eyes opening slowly. "We're here," he murmurs. There's a tug. A very small one. Mohinder's not sure if it's due to John's presence or if it is simply his own hopes.