A/N: One hundred and twenty-five word Bohinderb shorts.
#5
Bob's pale fingers entangle in Mohinder's thick black curls, yanking that head backwards so their eyes can meet. Mohinder swallows a whimper, trying not to show fear, as he stares up into that smirking shadowed face. Bob's face blurs for a second, shifting to another darker persona—a man of the past--before Mohinder blinks the tears away. Bob's trails his free hand down that gulping throat, the urge to mark almost overpowering but he holds back. He wants to take his time with breaking this one; dragging the knowledge from Mohinder's pretty little head will be a most entertaining experience. Bob wonders what he sounds like screaming, what he sounds like moaning in want and terror; pleading for more, pleading for him to stop.
#6
He flinches when Bob's lips brush lightly over his bruised and broken nose. Bob's larger body keeps him pinned against the wall and Mohinder stops squirming when those dark eyes flash in warning.
"It hurts." He complains, admitting to the weakness only because it's expected.
Bob's lips quirk slightly pressing slightly harder kiss against his nose and making a whine escape Mohinder's throat. His limbs twitch, pressing back up against Bob's body in hopes of ridding the pain.
Bob finally backs off placing a firm kiss against Mohinder's mouth as he pulls away straightening his jacket.
"You need to be more careful Dr. Suresh." Mohinder but he keeps his face blank, hiding his disgust, as Bob continues. "We don't want that pretty face to break."
#7
"Don't worry Dr. Suresh. You'll still have your uses around here."
Mohinder wished he had been thinking straight when Bob said that to him but he had been too drugged to hear the message beneath those words. Lying spread across the bed, his limbs held open and immobile by rope, Mohinder finally realized the mess he had gotten in to.
Bob's hands worshipped his caramel skin, marking and claiming as they wandered. Closing his eyes didn't block the nightmare out; Bob kept groaning words that kept Mohinder grounded in reality.
He couldn't stop his gasps, couldn't stop his moans or pleads. Bob brought out a different side of him, a strange feral creature that wasn't satisfied until release and Mohinder found himself unwillingly liking it.