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moorishflower, because she requested prompts and I started stories with them, but haven't finished them. And because, well, Mylar is fun to write! These are actual, 100-word drabbles, for the record, written on the road. :D
There is nothing so strong that it can break a truly held conviction.
Gabriel Gray is a man of conviction. Once, he had no beliefs, save that evolutionary imperative justified any crime. Now he has a reason to have faith, something to adhere to, a code that gives meaning to his life.
Mohinder Suresh was once a man of conviction. Then Mohinder met Gabriel Gray. What broke Mohinder's conviction was no single thing, but a combination of two od the most destructive forces of all: betrayal, and love.
Now Gabriel has a purpose for living; now Gabriel is Mohinder's purpose.
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"This is--" Sylar glanced beyond Mohinder's face and shook his head, dark eyes pressing closed.
"Exhilarating?" Mohinder suggested. "Fantastic?" Under Sylar, his body was tense, muscles hard and cock just as steely where it rose against his lover's pale thigh.
"Unbelievable," Sylar corrected, not sure whether it was safe to frot against the man holding them to the ceiling with nothing more than strong, well-braced hands and feet. "Insane, even for us?"
"You suggested it." Their stubbled cheeks rasped together. "And I did promise to fuck you up a wall."
"I didn't think you meant on the ceiling, Mohinder!"
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Which came first: the kinkiness or the powers?
Before, Gabriel Gray was vanilla-- and he barely knew that other flavors existed. Now each power taken seemed to have some sexual application; and Sylar was eager to try them out.
Mohinder had never been vanilla-- more a cookie dough, mostly vanilla with some surprising moments. His sex life had been one long surprising moment since letting Sylar into his bed.
It was something new every time: icy fingers on his skin, being stretched slowly by telepathic hands while real ones fondled him, or unexpected tenderness in the serial killer's eyes.
---
"Do it."
"Mohinder, I can't simply--"
"Yes, you can. I want you to. Do it, Gabriel." Mohinder laid his cheek against Gabriel's furry thigh, his lips a gasp away from the heat of his erection.
"You really want me to skullfuck you?" Suddenly Gabriel's voice dropped, went gravelly and threatening. "You actually want me to grab your hair and shove my cock down your throat?" Taking himself in hand, he tapped the shiny damp head of his cock against Mohinder's mouth, his cheek, dragged himself over perfect full mocha lips.
"Yes," Mohinder breathed, "yes." He parted his lips; Gabriel filled them.
moorishflower, because she requested prompts and I started stories with them, but haven't finished them. And because, well, Mylar is fun to write! These are actual, 100-word drabbles, for the record, written on the road. :DThere is nothing so strong that it can break a truly held conviction.
Gabriel Gray is a man of conviction. Once, he had no beliefs, save that evolutionary imperative justified any crime. Now he has a reason to have faith, something to adhere to, a code that gives meaning to his life.
Mohinder Suresh was once a man of conviction. Then Mohinder met Gabriel Gray. What broke Mohinder's conviction was no single thing, but a combination of two od the most destructive forces of all: betrayal, and love.
Now Gabriel has a purpose for living; now Gabriel is Mohinder's purpose.
---
"This is--" Sylar glanced beyond Mohinder's face and shook his head, dark eyes pressing closed.
"Exhilarating?" Mohinder suggested. "Fantastic?" Under Sylar, his body was tense, muscles hard and cock just as steely where it rose against his lover's pale thigh.
"Unbelievable," Sylar corrected, not sure whether it was safe to frot against the man holding them to the ceiling with nothing more than strong, well-braced hands and feet. "Insane, even for us?"
"You suggested it." Their stubbled cheeks rasped together. "And I did promise to fuck you up a wall."
"I didn't think you meant on the ceiling, Mohinder!"
---
Which came first: the kinkiness or the powers?
Before, Gabriel Gray was vanilla-- and he barely knew that other flavors existed. Now each power taken seemed to have some sexual application; and Sylar was eager to try them out.
Mohinder had never been vanilla-- more a cookie dough, mostly vanilla with some surprising moments. His sex life had been one long surprising moment since letting Sylar into his bed.
It was something new every time: icy fingers on his skin, being stretched slowly by telepathic hands while real ones fondled him, or unexpected tenderness in the serial killer's eyes.
---
"Do it."
"Mohinder, I can't simply--"
"Yes, you can. I want you to. Do it, Gabriel." Mohinder laid his cheek against Gabriel's furry thigh, his lips a gasp away from the heat of his erection.
"You really want me to skullfuck you?" Suddenly Gabriel's voice dropped, went gravelly and threatening. "You actually want me to grab your hair and shove my cock down your throat?" Taking himself in hand, he tapped the shiny damp head of his cock against Mohinder's mouth, his cheek, dragged himself over perfect full mocha lips.
"Yes," Mohinder breathed, "yes." He parted his lips; Gabriel filled them.
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