Reveal for krilymcc!
Hi! It's time for me to reveal the final gifts I wrote for krilymcc. I really enjoyed writing these, and I hope you like them!
Title: Happens All The Time
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar (or, Zane)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Episode 1x18
Summary: Mohinder needs to learn not to trust people.
It was that first act that did him in. If he had just refused to sleep with Zane that first nigh it never would have taken him so long to realize that the man was really Sylar. Or maybe it wouldn't have mattered at all - he'd been so glad to find someone who believed him and was willing to help that he might have been blindsided even without the sex.
But the sex certainly didn't help.
*****
"I'm not so sure this is a good idea," says Mohinder.
"I'll stop if you ask me to." But he's unzipping Mohinder's pants as he says it, and Mohinder isn't so sure that he would stop. Not that he wants him to stop, even though Mohinder has never been the sort of person who sleeps with strangers. They could at least wait and try to find a hotel bed, but instead they're trying to fuck in the backseat of a car with the seatbelts digging into his back.
He's ashamed of himself, but that doesn't mean he wants to stop.
Zane slides a hand underneath his boxers and Mohinder moans as the other man grabs his cock, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make his blood pump faster. And he's in a foreign country and it turns out that his father's research into genetic mutants (actual superheroes) was valid, and Mohinder's world is currently so far off from his normal frame of reference that the casual sex almost makes sense.
Zane runs his thumb over Mohinder's now fully erect cock, and Mohinder can't stop himself from thrusting up against his hand because it feels amazing. It's not like anything he's done before, and he's beginning to realize why people like their anonymous affairs so much.
When he moans again Zane laughs softly at his obvious need, and the fact that it's an unsettling kind of laughter just makes Mohinder want this even more.
"I'm going to make you scream so loud," whispers Zane, his mouth right by Mohinder's ear, and Mohinder can feel chills run down his spine. And then Zane moves down, and almost before Mohinder can register the movement he feels Zane's warm mouth envelop his cock. There's no build up to it at all, just Zane's mouth sucking hard and fast and taking him in deep.
Mohinder winds his fingers around the seats of the car to keep himself from grabbing the back of Zane's head and pushing him down harder, to force his cock deeper into the other man's throat. And he can see Zane looking up at him through his eyelashes, and he looks so aroused that it makes something deep inside Mohinder tighten. Zane's tongue pushes up against the bottom of his cock and he can feel himself starting to come, to feel himself be swept away in a wave of too much sensation. And with a strangled moan his semen spills into Zane's mouth.
He breathes in and out for a few seconds, waiting for the high to wear off, and now that it's over he's all too aware of how cramped it is in the backseat, and how absolutely tawdry this whole thing is. The seatbelts are still pressing into his skin, and he knows he's going to have horrible bruises in the morning.
But Zane smiles at him, bright and coy, and his lips are still shiny and red from sucking so hard. And Mohinder still doesn't want to stop yet.
*****
First Eden, and then Zane - and now when he asks people's names he doesn't believe them when they answer.
Title: Blood Should Run Thicker
Characters: Claire & Nathan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Well, after the most recent episode it's AU. Sorry! I should have gotten it edited faster.
Spoilers: Episode 1x18
Summary: Claire tries to find common ground with her father.
Claire follows after her grandmother, not quite managing to keep up with the woman's quick pace. The office building is mostly empty, which is probably the reason Mrs. Petrelli chose such a late hour for them to meet her son. When they get to the elevator they have it all to themselves, and Claire resists the urge to say something stupid just to fill up the silence.
Instead, she spends the elevator ride wishing that she had taken the Haitian's advice and gone off to hide in Europe. She doesn't want to meet her father anymore, not with this horrible knot of tension in her stomach getting worse with each passing second. But running and hiding isn't really an option at this point, and it'd be hard to help her mom and dad if she were on a different continent.
So now she has to go meet her father and ask if maybe he can do something to help take down some company that her (other) dad used to work for, even though he already has his own family to worry about. Not to mention a political campaign.
The elevator stops at their floor too quickly for Claire's tastes, and she quietly follows her grandmother down the hall towards the office with her father's name on it. He's Nathan Petrelli and she's Claire Bennett, and somehow she can't connect these two names in her head.
Mrs. Petrelli doesn't bother to knock; she just swings the door wide open and gestures Claire in before her. Nathan stands by the window looking out at the city, and when he turns to face them his eyes immediately lock onto hers.
"Hello, Claire," he says, softly, and it makes her feel a little bit better that he looks just as nervous as she feels. At least they're on equal footing.
When her father told her she was adopted Claire spent a few weeks having elaborate fantasies about who her real parents might have been. But then she'd grown up and realized that she was probably just somebody's high school mistake, and until she'd discovered her powers she'd tried to think of her biological parents as little as possible.
Turns out she'd been exactly right.
"I'll be downstairs if you need anything," says Mrs. Petrelli, placing a comforting hand on Claire's shoulder before she moves away. Claire nods, even though she wishes her grandmother would stay and be some kind of buffer between her and her father.
"Hi," she says to her father. She knows that she should have more to say than that, but her brain refuses to provide the words and she just keeps her mouth shut. It seems safer to be quiet.
"I'm..." he starts to say before he trails off. Mr. Petrelli doesn't strike her as the type of man who usually struggles for words, and she waits a moment for him to collect his thoughts. "I'm sorry about you, and your mom. And the fact that I wasn't there for you."
"It's fine," says Claire, even though she's only being half truthful. But as much as it hurts to know that her biological family doesn't see her as much more than a complication, she was happy with her adoptive family. At least, she was perfectly happy right up until she figured out she was a freak and Jackie got killed and her mom got sick and her dad got shot.
She's spent the last week trying really, really hard not to think about her dad getting shot, but it doesn't always work.
"I thought you'd died," he says, and there's a cynical and mean part of her that thinks he was probably happy when he learned he wouldn't have a bastard child to worry about for the rest of his life. But his eyes are a little too bright, and she's not sure he's lying for her benefit when he says he's sorry.
"Really, it's okay," says Claire, even though it isn't. "You don't have to keep apologizing to me. I'm not... I'm not trying to make you life any harder, you know?"
Her grandmother has already made it very clear that she's not going to be blackmailing anyone, at least. And mostly Claire just wants things to be the way they used to be, before she knew about her powers or her real family, back when she didn't feel like such a horrible complication in everyone's life.
"I know. I talked to Meredith a while ago. She said you were adopted by a nice family from Texas, right?"
"Yeah," says Claire. It seems weird to hear her family referred to like they're strangers, but they are strangers to Nathan. "Yeah, they're really good people." She can see her dad crumpled up in heap after being shot, and she wonders where he is now. She wonders if he's okay, if her mom's okay, if her whole real family is okay while she's here in New York trying to make nice with these people she'd never even heard of a month ago.
But now is not the time to be thinking about all that because, more than anything, she does not want to start crying now. This is awkward enough without her starting to cry about how she managed to royally screw over her family.
But it must be showing on her face, because Nathan asks, "Are you all right?"
She nods, bobs her head up and down for a little too long because she's afraid if she talks she won't be able to keep her frustration in. "I'm fine," she says, her voice catching on the words, and now she is crying. Fuck.
"It's okay, it's okay," says Nathan, and he's trying to be soothing but Claire thinks that he might be panicking a little. Which strikes her as almost hilarious, even though nothing about this is really funny.
Apparently her break down was all the motivation he needed to cross the distance between them. He pauses for a moment when he's in front of her, but then he hugs her, and he makes the little shushing noises that are so familiar to her from her own father's attempts to comfort her. The embrace is stiff and awkward at first, but she wills her body into relaxing and making it more comfortable.
"It'll be okay, it'll be fine. Your part of the family now," he says. "We'll take care of you now."
Only time will tell if he's being honest.
Title: Happens All The Time
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar (or, Zane)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Episode 1x18
Summary: Mohinder needs to learn not to trust people.
It was that first act that did him in. If he had just refused to sleep with Zane that first nigh it never would have taken him so long to realize that the man was really Sylar. Or maybe it wouldn't have mattered at all - he'd been so glad to find someone who believed him and was willing to help that he might have been blindsided even without the sex.
But the sex certainly didn't help.
*****
"I'm not so sure this is a good idea," says Mohinder.
"I'll stop if you ask me to." But he's unzipping Mohinder's pants as he says it, and Mohinder isn't so sure that he would stop. Not that he wants him to stop, even though Mohinder has never been the sort of person who sleeps with strangers. They could at least wait and try to find a hotel bed, but instead they're trying to fuck in the backseat of a car with the seatbelts digging into his back.
He's ashamed of himself, but that doesn't mean he wants to stop.
Zane slides a hand underneath his boxers and Mohinder moans as the other man grabs his cock, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make his blood pump faster. And he's in a foreign country and it turns out that his father's research into genetic mutants (actual superheroes) was valid, and Mohinder's world is currently so far off from his normal frame of reference that the casual sex almost makes sense.
Zane runs his thumb over Mohinder's now fully erect cock, and Mohinder can't stop himself from thrusting up against his hand because it feels amazing. It's not like anything he's done before, and he's beginning to realize why people like their anonymous affairs so much.
When he moans again Zane laughs softly at his obvious need, and the fact that it's an unsettling kind of laughter just makes Mohinder want this even more.
"I'm going to make you scream so loud," whispers Zane, his mouth right by Mohinder's ear, and Mohinder can feel chills run down his spine. And then Zane moves down, and almost before Mohinder can register the movement he feels Zane's warm mouth envelop his cock. There's no build up to it at all, just Zane's mouth sucking hard and fast and taking him in deep.
Mohinder winds his fingers around the seats of the car to keep himself from grabbing the back of Zane's head and pushing him down harder, to force his cock deeper into the other man's throat. And he can see Zane looking up at him through his eyelashes, and he looks so aroused that it makes something deep inside Mohinder tighten. Zane's tongue pushes up against the bottom of his cock and he can feel himself starting to come, to feel himself be swept away in a wave of too much sensation. And with a strangled moan his semen spills into Zane's mouth.
He breathes in and out for a few seconds, waiting for the high to wear off, and now that it's over he's all too aware of how cramped it is in the backseat, and how absolutely tawdry this whole thing is. The seatbelts are still pressing into his skin, and he knows he's going to have horrible bruises in the morning.
But Zane smiles at him, bright and coy, and his lips are still shiny and red from sucking so hard. And Mohinder still doesn't want to stop yet.
*****
First Eden, and then Zane - and now when he asks people's names he doesn't believe them when they answer.
Title: Blood Should Run Thicker
Characters: Claire & Nathan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Well, after the most recent episode it's AU. Sorry! I should have gotten it edited faster.
Spoilers: Episode 1x18
Summary: Claire tries to find common ground with her father.
Claire follows after her grandmother, not quite managing to keep up with the woman's quick pace. The office building is mostly empty, which is probably the reason Mrs. Petrelli chose such a late hour for them to meet her son. When they get to the elevator they have it all to themselves, and Claire resists the urge to say something stupid just to fill up the silence.
Instead, she spends the elevator ride wishing that she had taken the Haitian's advice and gone off to hide in Europe. She doesn't want to meet her father anymore, not with this horrible knot of tension in her stomach getting worse with each passing second. But running and hiding isn't really an option at this point, and it'd be hard to help her mom and dad if she were on a different continent.
So now she has to go meet her father and ask if maybe he can do something to help take down some company that her (other) dad used to work for, even though he already has his own family to worry about. Not to mention a political campaign.
The elevator stops at their floor too quickly for Claire's tastes, and she quietly follows her grandmother down the hall towards the office with her father's name on it. He's Nathan Petrelli and she's Claire Bennett, and somehow she can't connect these two names in her head.
Mrs. Petrelli doesn't bother to knock; she just swings the door wide open and gestures Claire in before her. Nathan stands by the window looking out at the city, and when he turns to face them his eyes immediately lock onto hers.
"Hello, Claire," he says, softly, and it makes her feel a little bit better that he looks just as nervous as she feels. At least they're on equal footing.
When her father told her she was adopted Claire spent a few weeks having elaborate fantasies about who her real parents might have been. But then she'd grown up and realized that she was probably just somebody's high school mistake, and until she'd discovered her powers she'd tried to think of her biological parents as little as possible.
Turns out she'd been exactly right.
"I'll be downstairs if you need anything," says Mrs. Petrelli, placing a comforting hand on Claire's shoulder before she moves away. Claire nods, even though she wishes her grandmother would stay and be some kind of buffer between her and her father.
"Hi," she says to her father. She knows that she should have more to say than that, but her brain refuses to provide the words and she just keeps her mouth shut. It seems safer to be quiet.
"I'm..." he starts to say before he trails off. Mr. Petrelli doesn't strike her as the type of man who usually struggles for words, and she waits a moment for him to collect his thoughts. "I'm sorry about you, and your mom. And the fact that I wasn't there for you."
"It's fine," says Claire, even though she's only being half truthful. But as much as it hurts to know that her biological family doesn't see her as much more than a complication, she was happy with her adoptive family. At least, she was perfectly happy right up until she figured out she was a freak and Jackie got killed and her mom got sick and her dad got shot.
She's spent the last week trying really, really hard not to think about her dad getting shot, but it doesn't always work.
"I thought you'd died," he says, and there's a cynical and mean part of her that thinks he was probably happy when he learned he wouldn't have a bastard child to worry about for the rest of his life. But his eyes are a little too bright, and she's not sure he's lying for her benefit when he says he's sorry.
"Really, it's okay," says Claire, even though it isn't. "You don't have to keep apologizing to me. I'm not... I'm not trying to make you life any harder, you know?"
Her grandmother has already made it very clear that she's not going to be blackmailing anyone, at least. And mostly Claire just wants things to be the way they used to be, before she knew about her powers or her real family, back when she didn't feel like such a horrible complication in everyone's life.
"I know. I talked to Meredith a while ago. She said you were adopted by a nice family from Texas, right?"
"Yeah," says Claire. It seems weird to hear her family referred to like they're strangers, but they are strangers to Nathan. "Yeah, they're really good people." She can see her dad crumpled up in heap after being shot, and she wonders where he is now. She wonders if he's okay, if her mom's okay, if her whole real family is okay while she's here in New York trying to make nice with these people she'd never even heard of a month ago.
But now is not the time to be thinking about all that because, more than anything, she does not want to start crying now. This is awkward enough without her starting to cry about how she managed to royally screw over her family.
But it must be showing on her face, because Nathan asks, "Are you all right?"
She nods, bobs her head up and down for a little too long because she's afraid if she talks she won't be able to keep her frustration in. "I'm fine," she says, her voice catching on the words, and now she is crying. Fuck.
"It's okay, it's okay," says Nathan, and he's trying to be soothing but Claire thinks that he might be panicking a little. Which strikes her as almost hilarious, even though nothing about this is really funny.
Apparently her break down was all the motivation he needed to cross the distance between them. He pauses for a moment when he's in front of her, but then he hugs her, and he makes the little shushing noises that are so familiar to her from her own father's attempts to comfort her. The embrace is stiff and awkward at first, but she wills her body into relaxing and making it more comfortable.
"It'll be okay, it'll be fine. Your part of the family now," he says. "We'll take care of you now."
Only time will tell if he's being honest.