Title: Voulez-vous couchez avec moi?
Author: SephirothFlame/Makai Goddess Ookami
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Gabriel Gray/Sylar x Mohinder Suresh
Warnings: Slash
Spoilers: Heroes, 1.16
Word Count: Approx. 762
Rants: First Part of Three, not too sure if I'm super pleased with it, but, it makes me smile. And the only reason it's in three parts, is because I don't have time to write the rest of it. And, I felt it ended just fine here.
Summary: After killing Dale, Sylar's head hurts, and he goes to Mohinder for help.
Disclaimer: I do not actually personally own Heroes, and the odds of me ever owning it are slim to none.
The first night after they had met - killed, Gabriel corrects – Dale, the dull echoes pounding in their brain had Sylar whimpering in pain. Every little sound was reaching their ears from what felt like a million mile radius. Gabriel was writhing in pain, and there was no way Sylar would be able to rest if he had to put up with it all night. So Sylar did the sensible thing – he went to Mohinder.
The two – one – stood outside of Mohinder's door, reluctant to knock for fear of the explosion of sound it would cause, but being outside was more painful, so Sylar knocked, and Gabriel burst into whimpers yet again. It took a moment for Mohinder to answered, and when he did, they realized he had probably been asleep – or close to it. A confused look passed over his face, and he rubbed his tired eyes with one hand.
"What's wrong, Zane?" Mohinder asked, his voice soft and thunderous in the night air.
"I think I'm dying," Gabriel whimpered out, and Sylar let him. Gabriel was far better at being pathetic then he was. "Can I - ?" He asked, glancing past Mohinder's shoulder into the Indian's room.
Concern crossed his face, and Mohinder stepped aside letting them enter. Gabriel trembled, and was almost positive his knees were going to buckle. Mohinder must have saw, or guessed what was happening, and with a firm grip on their upper arm, led him gently to the bed, gesturing for them to sit. Mohinder pulled up a chair, sitting across from them, putting a hand to his forehead, a worried expression set upon his face.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly, and Gabriel whimpered in pain. "Lie back." Mohinder ordered. Gabriel listened. "What's wrong?" he repeated.
"My - " stomach, Sylar said, " - stomach," Gabriel whimpered yet again. And your head, Sylar ordered. "And my head..."
"One second, I think I've got some aspirin," Mohinder said softly, and stood to go root through his bag.
They had already tried taking aspirin, and it hadn't done a damn thing. Sylar wondered if they would overdose by taking any more, but the thought worried Gabriel. The watchmaker wouldn't swallow it if he thought they were going to die, and they needed to. It was part of it. Just like the stomachache. Mohinder would catch on too quickly if just their – Zane's - head hurt.
"Here." Mohinder returned, handing a small pill to Gabriel, and the watchmaker swallowed it as gratefully as he could manage. Gabriel closed his eyes, attempting to concentrate on anything but the indiscernible, booming echoes in their head. "Did you eat something bad?" The Indian asked.
"I think so..." Gabriel murmured, attempting to sit up and look at Mohinder again. "Only explanation."
"Stay," Mohinder said, nudging him back down onto his back.
"But - " Gabriel started.
Mohinder shook his head.
"What about you?" He asked, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look at Mohinder, and the geneticist looked torn between ordering him down again, and letting it slide. Mohinder remind Gabriel of his mother. The thought made Sylar chortle.
"I'll be fine." Mohinder replied as softly as he could. He didn't have to speak for them to hear him. They'd be able to figure it out if only he was mouthing the words. "You. Sleep." He gestured at the pillows, intending for them to sleep on his bed.
"No." Gabriel said stubbornly, and the sharp tone in his voice made him cringe. Damn it, why did he have to be so loud?
"Yes." Mohinder replied.
"Only if you sleep here too."
Mohinder was caught off guard, and Gabriel flushed slightly. He hadn't meant to invite Mohinder into bed with him. Well, he head, but not verbally. His gall had Sylar laughing now, and the sound was painful to hear along with everything echoing into his head. Why did he insist on talking if it meant more pain?
"Okay." Mohinder said finally, and Gabriel was thrown off.
"Okay." Gabriel repeated in a whisper.
Gabriel inched himself up to the pillows, and Mohinder tugged the rumpled blanket from beneath him, tossing it over the watchmaker and friend. He turned off the lights, then hesitated for a moment, before crawling into bed with them. The two lay face to face for a moment, neither speaking. Mohinder's heart was racing, and Gabriel and Sylar both agreed on one thing – what, or rather, who, they wouldn't kill to be able to read minds.
"I'm sorry," Gabriel murmured.
"Don't worry about it." Mohinder murmured back, his eyes closed.
And neither Gabriel nor Sylar did.