Written for comment_fic on livejournal.
Matt knew exactly what Sylar was like in bed. Even when pretending to be shy and hesitant, he would always let his aggression show eventually.
Matt knew that Peter was playful and full of mischief during foreplay but surprisingly skillful during sex. He also knew that after, Peter would talk in bed about his family problems.
He knew Eden liked to be told what to do. But ahead of time she always wrote out a specific list of things she wanted to be ordered to do.
He knew that Bennet liked to play dress-up. He knew that Nathan liked to use his hands. He knew that Hiro made good use of his time-freezing ability in bed.
Matt really didn't want to know any of these things. But when Mohinder, just a few feet down the hall, would let out a deep moan in his sleep, Matt would know that soon the intensity of Mohinder's sex dream would soon penetrate his mind, giving him an overwhelming collage of images and sounds and tastes, even if he tried his hardest to keep them out of his head.
But truthfully, Matt hadn't been trying all that hard.
So when he realized that this latest dream was not a memory but a desire, that in Mohinder's heated imagination, it was Matt himself who was running his tongue and teeth all over Mohinder's body, the real Matt Parkman had to go knock on Mohinder's door.
"Yes?"
Matt opened the door and explained, "You're dreams were keeping me up."
"Oh, sorry," Mohinder said, embarrassed, "I'll try not to talk in my sleep."
"No, it's my powers. I couldn't help - it was too intense to block -"
"Oh." Mohinder felt the blood drain from his face in shame. "You must be a little, um, upset. Or concerned." Or horrified, Mohinder thought.
"Yeah, I'm real horrified," Matt smiled, "We're having amazing sex and you're the only one who gets to enjoy it."
Mohinder looked at him in surprise, but then smiled back. "The subconscious is overrated. Let's see if the real thing is better."
