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Title: Swim
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: mild NC-17
Word count: 830
Notes: Prompt: Matt/Mohinder, on a deserted island
They're not entirely sure whose fault it is, but they both blame Peter Petrelli anyhow. All they're certain of are these facts: Matt and Mohinder were on a plane headed god-knows-where, and then they weren't. The place they are now is jewel-like and bright; the beach is golden, the water sapphires twinkling in the sun, the trees and undergrowth emerald-green and swaying. The temperature is just a little bit too warm for both of them, the sons of India and L.A. equally willing to strip down to undershirts and sit on the beach with their feet being covered by the lapping waves.
"If there was a hotel here, this would be great," Matt joked, leaving a handprint on the smooth sand that was slowly washed away. "I'd settle for a hammock."
"Do you think we'll be here long enough to need one?" Mohinder glanced over his shoulder mistrustfully, and Matt laughed.
"Come on, Mohinder. You watched too much Lost, I think. Nothing weird is going to come out of those trees. If it helps, there's no-one thinking in the area."
"But can you read the minds of polar bears?" Mohinder asked darkly. Rolling his eyes, Matt pulled him closer until they were shoulder-to-shoulder.
"Will you relax and enjoy the temporary vacation? I bet Hiro will come rescue us when they realize we didn't make it with everyone else." Mohinder didn't answer, barely moved but to tip his head against Matt's shoulder. Finally, the telepath stood up. "If you're going to keep thinking about hatches and crazy island people, I'm gonna take a swim before you drive me into a panic attack."
That said, Matt stripped down further, abandoning undershirt and pants, then his boxers. Mohinder was thoroughly distracted from his television-related anxiety by watching shell-pale skin disappear into the water: strong legs, rounded ass, love handles and broad expanse of Matt's back, until Matt ducked his head under the water and came up with his hair slicked back and seal-sleek.
"Oh, now that I'm all the way out here you start thinking like that," he called back to shore, grinning. "Get in here, this water is perfect!"
Very pointedly, Mohinder thought some very dirty things as he shed his clothes and waded out. Matt was already more than a little astounded by the way Mohinder looked striding into the water: skin radiant under the sunlight, curls tangled, like some young god ready to test a new and perfect ocean. By the time Mohinder cut through the water with even strokes and came up to tread water beside Matt, the man's cheeks were red with more than just sun exposure.
"You were right. It's lovely out here." Playfully, Mohinder splashed Matt, making those soft brown eyes crinkle up with laughter.
"Oh, you did not just start." Diving underwater, Matt tugged Mohinder's ankle down and swam off, resurfacing a few yards away. Mohinder spluttered and leveled a finger over the waves.
"This means war, Matthew!"
They chased each other through the water, for once able to forget about the burdens that had weighed their minds for so long and simply enjoy themselves. The game ended when Matt caught Mohinder around the waist and dragged him closer to shore, until they stood chest-deep with soft sand underfoot.
"I won. What did I win?" His smile was so boyishly earnest, Mohinder almost didn't want to kiss it away... almost. Matt let himself be drawn in for a long kiss that gradually turned from sweet to heated, let his hands fall to Mohinder's slim hips and held on tight.
"Mmm... it's been too long, Matt," Mohinder sighed between short pecks of kisses. "I've missed you."
"You too." Matt nuzzled closer, pulling Mohinder flush to himself and making them both catch their breath with the contact. "I worried about you..."
"Shh." Matt's worries were justified, but Mohinder didn't want to think about that: his mind was occupied with how good it felt to twine together again with Matt, to fill his hands with pale skin and be surrounded by steady arms.
Nothing more between them but the smallest bit of the wide ocean, they moved together, easily finding the rhythm that had once been as familiar as their shared scent on the bedsheets. A wide hand reached down to hold them together as their hips rolled, matched quickly by a more slender one.
Their fingers interlocked as they stroked together toward orgasm; their seabird-sharp cries caught in each other's mouths.
Eventually they waded back to shore, half-dressing before leaning together and cuddling on the warm sand. "You're going to sunburn," Mohinder murmured, pressing his lips to the already-reddened tip of Matt's ear.
"You just wait until you see me tan. I used to be a surfer, you know..." Mohinder spread a hand across Matt's chest, covering the four pale scars there, and laughed at the image Matt projected into his mind, feeling more content to be lost than ever in his life.
Title: The Son and the Heir
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Sylar/Mohinder
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 260
Notes: Prompt "Mylar, How Soon Is Now by The Smiths"
"Tell me, Mohinder, what have you inherited?" Sylar's words were bitter behind his ear, but all Mohinder could do was turn his head slightly, his muscles hardly responding to the orders his brain sent out. "Your father's research. As slow and blundering as the man himself. And you bring what to the table, your pretty face? Endearing excitement backed with shyness?"
"What," Mohinder breathed, fighting with the words. "Do you want."
"I want the same thing everybody else does. To be known. To be understood." Crouching beside the chair Mohinder was loosely tied into, Sylar stroked long fingers down his neck, fitting them neatly into the arterial notch and feeling the slow, deceptively steady beat of Mohinder's heart. "To be loved, my dear Mohinder. I need to be loved."
"This isn't..." Mohinder sighed, letting himself lean into the touch. "The way to win a man's heart."
"You can't say I'm doing it wrong if it's working." Sylar's hands cupped his face, huge and warm and gentle. "I've waited too long for you, Mohinder, and if resorting to abduction is the only way I can get you, so be it."
"On the chair?" Being put into medical slow-motion didn't dull Mohinder's dry quips, and Sylar smiled at him.
"Don't be silly. I just wanted you to be awake for this." Undoing the knots in Mohinder's silk bonds, he collected his captive into his arms and stalked into the bedroom, mouth against the side of Mohinder's throat. "Now I'm going to have to make sure all of your nerves come to. Just relax, Mohinder..."
Title: Swim
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: mild NC-17
Word count: 830
Notes: Prompt: Matt/Mohinder, on a deserted island
They're not entirely sure whose fault it is, but they both blame Peter Petrelli anyhow. All they're certain of are these facts: Matt and Mohinder were on a plane headed god-knows-where, and then they weren't. The place they are now is jewel-like and bright; the beach is golden, the water sapphires twinkling in the sun, the trees and undergrowth emerald-green and swaying. The temperature is just a little bit too warm for both of them, the sons of India and L.A. equally willing to strip down to undershirts and sit on the beach with their feet being covered by the lapping waves.
"If there was a hotel here, this would be great," Matt joked, leaving a handprint on the smooth sand that was slowly washed away. "I'd settle for a hammock."
"Do you think we'll be here long enough to need one?" Mohinder glanced over his shoulder mistrustfully, and Matt laughed.
"Come on, Mohinder. You watched too much Lost, I think. Nothing weird is going to come out of those trees. If it helps, there's no-one thinking in the area."
"But can you read the minds of polar bears?" Mohinder asked darkly. Rolling his eyes, Matt pulled him closer until they were shoulder-to-shoulder.
"Will you relax and enjoy the temporary vacation? I bet Hiro will come rescue us when they realize we didn't make it with everyone else." Mohinder didn't answer, barely moved but to tip his head against Matt's shoulder. Finally, the telepath stood up. "If you're going to keep thinking about hatches and crazy island people, I'm gonna take a swim before you drive me into a panic attack."
That said, Matt stripped down further, abandoning undershirt and pants, then his boxers. Mohinder was thoroughly distracted from his television-related anxiety by watching shell-pale skin disappear into the water: strong legs, rounded ass, love handles and broad expanse of Matt's back, until Matt ducked his head under the water and came up with his hair slicked back and seal-sleek.
"Oh, now that I'm all the way out here you start thinking like that," he called back to shore, grinning. "Get in here, this water is perfect!"
Very pointedly, Mohinder thought some very dirty things as he shed his clothes and waded out. Matt was already more than a little astounded by the way Mohinder looked striding into the water: skin radiant under the sunlight, curls tangled, like some young god ready to test a new and perfect ocean. By the time Mohinder cut through the water with even strokes and came up to tread water beside Matt, the man's cheeks were red with more than just sun exposure.
"You were right. It's lovely out here." Playfully, Mohinder splashed Matt, making those soft brown eyes crinkle up with laughter.
"Oh, you did not just start." Diving underwater, Matt tugged Mohinder's ankle down and swam off, resurfacing a few yards away. Mohinder spluttered and leveled a finger over the waves.
"This means war, Matthew!"
They chased each other through the water, for once able to forget about the burdens that had weighed their minds for so long and simply enjoy themselves. The game ended when Matt caught Mohinder around the waist and dragged him closer to shore, until they stood chest-deep with soft sand underfoot.
"I won. What did I win?" His smile was so boyishly earnest, Mohinder almost didn't want to kiss it away... almost. Matt let himself be drawn in for a long kiss that gradually turned from sweet to heated, let his hands fall to Mohinder's slim hips and held on tight.
"Mmm... it's been too long, Matt," Mohinder sighed between short pecks of kisses. "I've missed you."
"You too." Matt nuzzled closer, pulling Mohinder flush to himself and making them both catch their breath with the contact. "I worried about you..."
"Shh." Matt's worries were justified, but Mohinder didn't want to think about that: his mind was occupied with how good it felt to twine together again with Matt, to fill his hands with pale skin and be surrounded by steady arms.
Nothing more between them but the smallest bit of the wide ocean, they moved together, easily finding the rhythm that had once been as familiar as their shared scent on the bedsheets. A wide hand reached down to hold them together as their hips rolled, matched quickly by a more slender one.
Their fingers interlocked as they stroked together toward orgasm; their seabird-sharp cries caught in each other's mouths.
Eventually they waded back to shore, half-dressing before leaning together and cuddling on the warm sand. "You're going to sunburn," Mohinder murmured, pressing his lips to the already-reddened tip of Matt's ear.
"You just wait until you see me tan. I used to be a surfer, you know..." Mohinder spread a hand across Matt's chest, covering the four pale scars there, and laughed at the image Matt projected into his mind, feeling more content to be lost than ever in his life.
Title: The Son and the Heir
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Sylar/Mohinder
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 260
Notes: Prompt "Mylar, How Soon Is Now by The Smiths"
"Tell me, Mohinder, what have you inherited?" Sylar's words were bitter behind his ear, but all Mohinder could do was turn his head slightly, his muscles hardly responding to the orders his brain sent out. "Your father's research. As slow and blundering as the man himself. And you bring what to the table, your pretty face? Endearing excitement backed with shyness?"
"What," Mohinder breathed, fighting with the words. "Do you want."
"I want the same thing everybody else does. To be known. To be understood." Crouching beside the chair Mohinder was loosely tied into, Sylar stroked long fingers down his neck, fitting them neatly into the arterial notch and feeling the slow, deceptively steady beat of Mohinder's heart. "To be loved, my dear Mohinder. I need to be loved."
"This isn't..." Mohinder sighed, letting himself lean into the touch. "The way to win a man's heart."
"You can't say I'm doing it wrong if it's working." Sylar's hands cupped his face, huge and warm and gentle. "I've waited too long for you, Mohinder, and if resorting to abduction is the only way I can get you, so be it."
"On the chair?" Being put into medical slow-motion didn't dull Mohinder's dry quips, and Sylar smiled at him.
"Don't be silly. I just wanted you to be awake for this." Undoing the knots in Mohinder's silk bonds, he collected his captive into his arms and stalked into the bedroom, mouth against the side of Mohinder's throat. "Now I'm going to have to make sure all of your nerves come to. Just relax, Mohinder..."