Heroes - The Love Song of Gabriel "Sylar" Gray (Sylar/Mohinder, R)
I know y'all are expecting some commentary on last night's episode 'The Hard Part', and there is a little bit
Didn't Nathan look especially hot last night? I mean really. I know everybody hated Mrs. P when she was all 'Buck up little camper' but dude, I have been where Nathan is, I know that sort of "I really don't want to fucking do this, but Mom is asking, what am I gonna do? Say no?" If you've never been there, then don't judge. Manipulation is a very complex thing, sometimes you gotta give to be able to come back around and get something else.
Also, those Claire/Peter people must've been pissing themselves. At one point even *I* was like, uh, did Nathan and Peter have a falling out and now Peter's trying to get with Claire to make Nathan jealous?
FYI: Claire's wardrobe was to die for, which we all know was down to Mrs. P. That coat for France nearly had me reaching through the telly. I was all, I'LL GO! I'LL GO! THAT UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT DOESN'T EVEN APPRECIATE THE COAT!
but I figured you could get commentary or 38 of you could get a story. Personally, I'd vote for the story.
Heroes
Sylar/Mohinder, Rated R
Spoilers through 1.21 'The Hard Part'
The Love Song of Gabriel "Sylar" Gray
Dr. Mohinder Suresh smiles too much. His teeth are too white, his manner too disarming. He is charming and exceedingly dense and from the moment he knocks on their -- Zane's -- door Sylar knows that the good doctor is special.
Mohinder is not special in the ways that Zane was, or that Gabriel was supposed to be, or even in the way that Sylar is. Mohinder is different on an ordinary level: he is human evolution -- not metahuman evolution.
Mohinder is unique only for what he is not. Sylar must keep him if only to have a basis for comparison. Everything in science is about comparison, about history, about knowing what came before so that you can analyze what will happen after.
Everything starts now.
*
Obviously the sex is part of Zane's -- Gabriel's -- Sylar's master plan. The fact that the plan has not even been formulated yet is of no consequence, because this is Sylar and Sylar can do anything. He can have anything. With Mohinder at his side -- babbling away about genetics and metahuman achievement -- Sylar can accomplish anything and everything.
He wonders what Mohinder thinks about brains. Not that Sylar eats them, but that he paints with them, sticks his fingers in and rearranges the chemistry so that he can learn and absorb and understand. Mohinder and Sylar are both men of science. They are both striving to achieve the same ends: creating and protecting a world they deem worthy of themselves.
Fucking Mohinder on cheap motel bedspreads is really just a matter of science and physics and practicality and a little chemistry -- or a lot of chemistry.
If the reaction of Gabriel's body is anything to go by, they have a lot of chemistry.
*
Sylar -- Gabriel -- has bite marks on his shoulder and tiny red scratches down his back that cross under his ribs. Mohinder left a very determined mark on the soft skin just behind his -- their -- right ear. As they pad around Mohinder's -- Chandra's -- apartment barefoot in the wee hours of the morning, Sylar listens to Mohinder's soft breathing all while thinking about science and abilities and how extraordinary someone so ordinary can be. When Mohinder wanders into the kitchen naked, Gabriel can feel the color in his cheeks.
Sylar just smirks.
Sometimes there is nothing ordinary or plain about Mohinder.
*
If Mohinder was into bondage, he could have just told him -- them; Sylar would have known exactly what to do with this sort of predilection. The duct tape and the IV drip are very unnecessary, but Sylar knows he shouldn't be surprised -- ordinary people always have problems adapting to change. Sylar will just have to help Mohinder along -- perhaps provide a little incentive.
Now that he can cast off the ill-fitting Zane, Sylar can give Mohinder the attention he's been craving all along. Yes, Sylar is very good at providing incentive; it helps that people who don't want to die can be very pliable.
*
It is not love. Sylar would never succumb to something so pedestrian and puerile. Love is just a concept by which people manage their means towards getting what they want. However, when he says, "I'm not done with you yet," he means it. Sylar is not done with Mohinder. Gabriel is not done with Mohinder either. Mohinder belongs to them now. Interlopers are not welcome.
*
Sylar only thinks about Mohinder on days ending in 'y'. This does not explain why he -- they -- know Mohinder's mobile phone number by heart. It's not as though Gabriel -- Sylar -- they -- have very many people they call in the first place. Most people are not worthy of their time or notice anyway.
Most people are flies and gnats, innocent only in their ignorance. Innocent only in that they will never be special.
Innocent and ordinary.
*
If they were honest they would admit that when they say they don't want to hurt 'ordinary people' they just mean Mohinder, but why would they be honest? Honesty has never gotten them anything except an almost-bullet to the head.
*
At night, Mohinder calls Sylar's name, and he knows this because both Gabriel and Sylar are very much attuned to Mohinder's whereabouts: when he's sleeping, when he's eating, when he's excited or tired or jerking off in the shower and trying to muffle the noise.
Sylar knows when Mohinder's voice is laced with panic or hatred or desperation, and underneath it all Sylar and Gabriel can hear the want. No matter what Mohinder says, no matter how he runs, he knows they belong together. In another time and another place, Mohinder might be crouched over a headless body and calling for Gabriel from two feet away. Sylar likes this idea. He knows that Mohinder is nowhere near as innocent and good as he claims. They would never be attracted to each other otherwise.
*
Sylar does not dream; he achieves and attains. Dreams are for people who have no ambition to get things done. When he sleeps, he does not endlessly replay a memory of Mohinder naked above him, white teeth flashing and dark hair plastered damply to his forehead. Sylar doesn't think about the heat of Mohinder's body next to him or under him or the feel of Mohinder's breath along the side of his neck. Sylar doesn't know what Mohinder's cock feels like in the palm of his hand or how tight Mohinder is when they're fucking. These are all dreams that Gabriel has -- Sylar just likes to take them out and study them on occasion. All scientists have to look at their data and study it -- how else do you learn?
*
Gabriel thinks his mother would have liked Mohinder; she would have had thousands of questions about India. Maybe he'll bring Mohinder a snow globe after he's brought the world to its -- his -- their knees. Sylar just laughs at this, because Mohinder has seen the world, what does he need fake snow and water for? If he wanted it though, Sylar could provide it.
If Mohinder wanted it, they could give him his own country full of snow; they've heard that the Alps are lovely in the spring. Besides, no one would dare to tell the President of the United States of America what he can't do or have or be.
No one has before, why would they start now?
And surely, if he were to become president, that would be special enough to silence his mother's voice in his head.
Surely if Sylar can take over the entire free world, he can win Mohinder Suresh's heart -- and if he can't have figuratively, maybe it will be time to take it literally.
-end-
Beta by the proverbial wind-up antheia
Didn't Nathan look especially hot last night? I mean really. I know everybody hated Mrs. P when she was all 'Buck up little camper' but dude, I have been where Nathan is, I know that sort of "I really don't want to fucking do this, but Mom is asking, what am I gonna do? Say no?" If you've never been there, then don't judge. Manipulation is a very complex thing, sometimes you gotta give to be able to come back around and get something else.
Also, those Claire/Peter people must've been pissing themselves. At one point even *I* was like, uh, did Nathan and Peter have a falling out and now Peter's trying to get with Claire to make Nathan jealous?
FYI: Claire's wardrobe was to die for, which we all know was down to Mrs. P. That coat for France nearly had me reaching through the telly. I was all, I'LL GO! I'LL GO! THAT UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT DOESN'T EVEN APPRECIATE THE COAT!
but I figured you could get commentary or 38 of you could get a story. Personally, I'd vote for the story.
Heroes
Sylar/Mohinder, Rated R
Spoilers through 1.21 'The Hard Part'
The Love Song of Gabriel "Sylar" Gray
Dr. Mohinder Suresh smiles too much. His teeth are too white, his manner too disarming. He is charming and exceedingly dense and from the moment he knocks on their -- Zane's -- door Sylar knows that the good doctor is special.
Mohinder is not special in the ways that Zane was, or that Gabriel was supposed to be, or even in the way that Sylar is. Mohinder is different on an ordinary level: he is human evolution -- not metahuman evolution.
Mohinder is unique only for what he is not. Sylar must keep him if only to have a basis for comparison. Everything in science is about comparison, about history, about knowing what came before so that you can analyze what will happen after.
Everything starts now.
*
Obviously the sex is part of Zane's -- Gabriel's -- Sylar's master plan. The fact that the plan has not even been formulated yet is of no consequence, because this is Sylar and Sylar can do anything. He can have anything. With Mohinder at his side -- babbling away about genetics and metahuman achievement -- Sylar can accomplish anything and everything.
He wonders what Mohinder thinks about brains. Not that Sylar eats them, but that he paints with them, sticks his fingers in and rearranges the chemistry so that he can learn and absorb and understand. Mohinder and Sylar are both men of science. They are both striving to achieve the same ends: creating and protecting a world they deem worthy of themselves.
Fucking Mohinder on cheap motel bedspreads is really just a matter of science and physics and practicality and a little chemistry -- or a lot of chemistry.
If the reaction of Gabriel's body is anything to go by, they have a lot of chemistry.
*
Sylar -- Gabriel -- has bite marks on his shoulder and tiny red scratches down his back that cross under his ribs. Mohinder left a very determined mark on the soft skin just behind his -- their -- right ear. As they pad around Mohinder's -- Chandra's -- apartment barefoot in the wee hours of the morning, Sylar listens to Mohinder's soft breathing all while thinking about science and abilities and how extraordinary someone so ordinary can be. When Mohinder wanders into the kitchen naked, Gabriel can feel the color in his cheeks.
Sylar just smirks.
Sometimes there is nothing ordinary or plain about Mohinder.
*
If Mohinder was into bondage, he could have just told him -- them; Sylar would have known exactly what to do with this sort of predilection. The duct tape and the IV drip are very unnecessary, but Sylar knows he shouldn't be surprised -- ordinary people always have problems adapting to change. Sylar will just have to help Mohinder along -- perhaps provide a little incentive.
Now that he can cast off the ill-fitting Zane, Sylar can give Mohinder the attention he's been craving all along. Yes, Sylar is very good at providing incentive; it helps that people who don't want to die can be very pliable.
*
It is not love. Sylar would never succumb to something so pedestrian and puerile. Love is just a concept by which people manage their means towards getting what they want. However, when he says, "I'm not done with you yet," he means it. Sylar is not done with Mohinder. Gabriel is not done with Mohinder either. Mohinder belongs to them now. Interlopers are not welcome.
*
Sylar only thinks about Mohinder on days ending in 'y'. This does not explain why he -- they -- know Mohinder's mobile phone number by heart. It's not as though Gabriel -- Sylar -- they -- have very many people they call in the first place. Most people are not worthy of their time or notice anyway.
Most people are flies and gnats, innocent only in their ignorance. Innocent only in that they will never be special.
Innocent and ordinary.
*
If they were honest they would admit that when they say they don't want to hurt 'ordinary people' they just mean Mohinder, but why would they be honest? Honesty has never gotten them anything except an almost-bullet to the head.
*
At night, Mohinder calls Sylar's name, and he knows this because both Gabriel and Sylar are very much attuned to Mohinder's whereabouts: when he's sleeping, when he's eating, when he's excited or tired or jerking off in the shower and trying to muffle the noise.
Sylar knows when Mohinder's voice is laced with panic or hatred or desperation, and underneath it all Sylar and Gabriel can hear the want. No matter what Mohinder says, no matter how he runs, he knows they belong together. In another time and another place, Mohinder might be crouched over a headless body and calling for Gabriel from two feet away. Sylar likes this idea. He knows that Mohinder is nowhere near as innocent and good as he claims. They would never be attracted to each other otherwise.
*
Sylar does not dream; he achieves and attains. Dreams are for people who have no ambition to get things done. When he sleeps, he does not endlessly replay a memory of Mohinder naked above him, white teeth flashing and dark hair plastered damply to his forehead. Sylar doesn't think about the heat of Mohinder's body next to him or under him or the feel of Mohinder's breath along the side of his neck. Sylar doesn't know what Mohinder's cock feels like in the palm of his hand or how tight Mohinder is when they're fucking. These are all dreams that Gabriel has -- Sylar just likes to take them out and study them on occasion. All scientists have to look at their data and study it -- how else do you learn?
*
Gabriel thinks his mother would have liked Mohinder; she would have had thousands of questions about India. Maybe he'll bring Mohinder a snow globe after he's brought the world to its -- his -- their knees. Sylar just laughs at this, because Mohinder has seen the world, what does he need fake snow and water for? If he wanted it though, Sylar could provide it.
If Mohinder wanted it, they could give him his own country full of snow; they've heard that the Alps are lovely in the spring. Besides, no one would dare to tell the President of the United States of America what he can't do or have or be.
No one has before, why would they start now?
And surely, if he were to become president, that would be special enough to silence his mother's voice in his head.
Surely if Sylar can take over the entire free world, he can win Mohinder Suresh's heart -- and if he can't have figuratively, maybe it will be time to take it literally.
-end-
Beta by the proverbial wind-up antheia