Heroes fic.
Title: the only choices you have left are how you're going to die
Pairings: Sylar/Mohinder
Rating: R
Spoiler alert: If you know who Dale is, you're good to go.
Summary: Please, he thinks again, in the white space where he gasps for air against Mohinder's skin.
A/N: The notion that Sylar's a brain eating monster is all good and well, but he's also human. Unbeta'ed; all mistakes are mine.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
He’s staring up at the ceiling; tracing the blurry shapes of water damage with his eyes, and sighs. His chest is aching, and every muscle in his body is tense, and he glances over at Mohinder’s back. He can hear the scientist’s irregular heartbeat; his sharp intakes of breath, and the knot in his chest tightens uncomfortably. They have not exchanged a single word since he froze some random thug trying to mug Mohinder in a temporary loss of self-control, and the knowledge that he’d actually been willing to-
“I’m not Taylor,” he says before he can stop himself, but it doesn’t matter. Mohinder isn’t as stupid as he’s pretty. Of course he knows. There is no reply and he turns to look at the outline of Mohinder’s slender back when he realises that his shoulders are shaking with repressed sobs.
“I know,” Mohinder chokes after a few moments, and Gabriel’s stomach twists uncomfortably. “I fucking know,” he repeats and Gabriel pretends he doesn’t sound a little desperate or a lot broken. The slighter man twists around to face him and something inside Gabriel just cracks. Anger and shame and confusion and lov- [no] on Mohinder’s face, and he twists his hands awkwardly into the sheets; feeling so fucking naked.
“How long have you...,” he trails off and looks away from Mohinder’s blank eyes. Mohinder, too, turns away to face the ceiling. There’s a sharp intake of breath, and then-
“Since Dale,” he whispers brokenly, and [why didn’t you try to stop me?] Gabriel closes his eyes.
“Are you going to kill me?” Mohinder asks with a hint of resignation in his voice and Gabriel suddenly feels so tired. He rolls around and leans over Mohinder. It is not a hostile motion, and Mohinder lies perfectly still as Gabriel; leaning on his elbows, carefully brushes his unruly locks aside; sadness written all over his face.
“No,” he chokes out, and Mohinder flinches at that; as if he’d been preparing himself for a ‘yes’, and Gabriel burrows his face in the nape of Mohinder’s long neck; eyes screwed shut. “No,” he mutters again, his breath ghosting across the dark skin. Mohinder involuntarily arches up against him; a desperate whimper torn from his lips. Gabriel scrapes his nails across Mohinder’s chest, over his nipples and down his lean stomach, curling his fingers into the hem of his boxers.
“You - oh, God - killed my f-father,” Mohinder sobs and presses the heel of his palm against his eyes, smearing tears over his face, bucking against Gabriel.
Yes Sylar smirks, and Gabriel shakes his head, [not in denial], effectively shutting the voice out. “Please,” he says instead and kisses Mohinder’s jaw. Please, he thinks again, in the white space where he gasps for air against Mohinder's skin. Mohinder is tense [his heartbeat’s like thunder] and angry- no, furious - but not with Gabriel, but himself, and his shame tastes so delicious. Mohinder cries out as he twists his hand; digging his nails into Gabriel’s back, and it fucking hurts, but [maybe?] it’s the good kind, maybe it’s punishment for-
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
“What do you want?” Mohinder spits, and there isn’t enough hate in the world for the way his voice cracks when he speaks. Gabriel pulls back, licks his lips, and kisses him, not giving him the satisfaction of an answer just yet; plunging forward, pressing and pushing until Mohinder melts like snowflakes in the sun; hooking a long leg over Gabriel’s hips. “I hate you,” Mohinder hiccups between desperate kisses, “You’re doing these things to me and I hate it - I hate you.”
Gabriel pulls back; eyes so dark he doesn’t look real. He’s got Mohinder’s cock in one hand; the other one is rubbing soothing circles on his throat and Mohinder’s shaking beneath his hands; just shaking as if he’s falling apart and Gabriel thinks yes, that’s it exactly.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
Pairings: Sylar/Mohinder
Rating: R
Spoiler alert: If you know who Dale is, you're good to go.
Summary: Please, he thinks again, in the white space where he gasps for air against Mohinder's skin.
A/N: The notion that Sylar's a brain eating monster is all good and well, but he's also human. Unbeta'ed; all mistakes are mine.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
He’s staring up at the ceiling; tracing the blurry shapes of water damage with his eyes, and sighs. His chest is aching, and every muscle in his body is tense, and he glances over at Mohinder’s back. He can hear the scientist’s irregular heartbeat; his sharp intakes of breath, and the knot in his chest tightens uncomfortably. They have not exchanged a single word since he froze some random thug trying to mug Mohinder in a temporary loss of self-control, and the knowledge that he’d actually been willing to-
“I’m not Taylor,” he says before he can stop himself, but it doesn’t matter. Mohinder isn’t as stupid as he’s pretty. Of course he knows. There is no reply and he turns to look at the outline of Mohinder’s slender back when he realises that his shoulders are shaking with repressed sobs.
“I know,” Mohinder chokes after a few moments, and Gabriel’s stomach twists uncomfortably. “I fucking know,” he repeats and Gabriel pretends he doesn’t sound a little desperate or a lot broken. The slighter man twists around to face him and something inside Gabriel just cracks. Anger and shame and confusion and lov- [no] on Mohinder’s face, and he twists his hands awkwardly into the sheets; feeling so fucking naked.
“How long have you...,” he trails off and looks away from Mohinder’s blank eyes. Mohinder, too, turns away to face the ceiling. There’s a sharp intake of breath, and then-
“Since Dale,” he whispers brokenly, and [why didn’t you try to stop me?] Gabriel closes his eyes.
“Are you going to kill me?” Mohinder asks with a hint of resignation in his voice and Gabriel suddenly feels so tired. He rolls around and leans over Mohinder. It is not a hostile motion, and Mohinder lies perfectly still as Gabriel; leaning on his elbows, carefully brushes his unruly locks aside; sadness written all over his face.
“No,” he chokes out, and Mohinder flinches at that; as if he’d been preparing himself for a ‘yes’, and Gabriel burrows his face in the nape of Mohinder’s long neck; eyes screwed shut. “No,” he mutters again, his breath ghosting across the dark skin. Mohinder involuntarily arches up against him; a desperate whimper torn from his lips. Gabriel scrapes his nails across Mohinder’s chest, over his nipples and down his lean stomach, curling his fingers into the hem of his boxers.
“You - oh, God - killed my f-father,” Mohinder sobs and presses the heel of his palm against his eyes, smearing tears over his face, bucking against Gabriel.
Yes Sylar smirks, and Gabriel shakes his head, [not in denial], effectively shutting the voice out. “Please,” he says instead and kisses Mohinder’s jaw. Please, he thinks again, in the white space where he gasps for air against Mohinder's skin. Mohinder is tense [his heartbeat’s like thunder] and angry- no, furious - but not with Gabriel, but himself, and his shame tastes so delicious. Mohinder cries out as he twists his hand; digging his nails into Gabriel’s back, and it fucking hurts, but [maybe?] it’s the good kind, maybe it’s punishment for-
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
“What do you want?” Mohinder spits, and there isn’t enough hate in the world for the way his voice cracks when he speaks. Gabriel pulls back, licks his lips, and kisses him, not giving him the satisfaction of an answer just yet; plunging forward, pressing and pushing until Mohinder melts like snowflakes in the sun; hooking a long leg over Gabriel’s hips. “I hate you,” Mohinder hiccups between desperate kisses, “You’re doing these things to me and I hate it - I hate you.”
Gabriel pulls back; eyes so dark he doesn’t look real. He’s got Mohinder’s cock in one hand; the other one is rubbing soothing circles on his throat and Mohinder’s shaking beneath his hands; just shaking as if he’s falling apart and Gabriel thinks yes, that’s it exactly.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.