A/N: I'm finally getting to the end of homework...but now I'm heading into exams. (sigh) MohinderZane, MohinderGabriel, MohinderSylar


Overworking

The numbers scattering across the screen began to blur before drowsy brown eyes as Mohinder headed into his twenty sixth hour of work. With drooping eyelids, Mohinder plucked away at the worn keyboard hoping to solve the equation when he couldn't even recognize the products anymore. The soft clicking of his apartment door opening went unnoticed as with the ticking clock, moving sunrays, and his growling stomach.

The shadow in the door way blinked at the similar slouched position that Mohinder had adopted the day before. Closing the door, soft silent footfalls echoed across the floor but still Mohinder didn't stir until warm, large hands rested upon his shoulders.

"Have you even slept?" Mohinder jumped startled as Zane's familiar deep tones seeped into his hazy mind.

"Wha--?" Mohinder leaned back into the strong hold, letting his head rest against Zane's pale wrists in order to look into amused hazel eyes. "When did you get here?"

Amusement radiated from Zane's being as his sensual lips quirked into a smile of amusement.

"I just got here," His teeth were bright and Mohinder was slightly hypnotized by the sunlight pooling in from behind the curtains to illuminate the whiteness. "Now answer my question."

Mohinder's hand strayed from the keyboard, feeling sweaty and stiff from constant typing, in order to wipe away at the sleep in his eyes. "What question?"

A yawn mangled that cultured voice and Zane's eyes glinted with contained mirth at how adorable the young geneticist looked.

"You've already answered it" The response puzzled Mohinder's tired mind but he couldn't think anymore on it.

Zane's strong, warm hands moved smoothly down Mohinder's shoulders and tugged at his hands to pull the exhausted body to its feet. Mohinder gave a muffled protest but was silenced by an insistent mouth encasing his own, absorbing the sound. The young geneticist leaned into Zane's larger frame, having to move further from the computer in order to keep his lips engaged in the battle as Zane skillfully maneuvered the tired man to the bedroom with slow steps backwards.

Once the bedroom door had been breached, Zane allowed his hands to roam over the deliciously compliant body which moved lazily in assistance to his demands. Mohinder let his hand rest on Zane's broad shoulders while sighing in pleasure at the sensation of smooth hands massaging his stiff shoulders during their embrace.

"You really shouldn't work so hard." Zane's voice vibrated through Mohinder's head and he hummed in response, feeling too warm and sleepy to think up a good reply.

Zane gently pushed the shirtless doctor onto the soft, lumpy bed and crawled along next to him so Mohinder could cuddle into his warmth.

"I have to keep searching," Mohinder's voice slurred against Zane's throat, causing him to shiver when rough stubble rubbed lovingly into his shoulder, "Have to save people from Sylar."

Mohinder drifted off into a blissful sleep while wrapped safely in Zane's arms. Zane's dark eyes reflected the sunlight, calculating plans while Mohinder dreamed.


Countdown

It took five minutes and thirty seven seconds to wash and dry the small amount of dishes left over the night before. It took three minutes and fourteen seconds to organize the pile of loose newspaper and place them in a recycle bin located by the apartment door. Another minute and fifty two seconds were used to straighten curling, wet hair just before the buzzer sounded at the door. Gabriel adjusted his shirt, waited twenty six seconds and opened the door in seven seconds.The exchanged greetings took fifteen seconds, it took twelve seconds for him to remove his shoes, and Gabriel used up a minute and fifty seconds to hang up that jacket coat. The brief, awkward pause took eleven seconds before delicious brown lips overtook his own. Gabriel's mind stopped counting time after the twelve minutes and forty three seconds it took to get into the bedroom, unclothed.


Scar

The scarring on that pure white chest looked sexy in the pale moonlight glow, or so Mohinder thought. He had gotten in the habit of tracing it with his fingers, watching the slight shivers caused by his feather light touch. Mohinder hadn't liked the scarring at first, but became fascinated with the imperfection because it made Sylar more human. Showed that the godlike being who Sylar tried to be could still be hurt and damaged and he could still be saved from himself because his powers were not undefeatable. Such a weird thing to become entranced by, Sylar had even found it strange, but Mohinder couldn't fight the pleasure he felt each time that mangled flesh appeared beneath knotted fabric wrapped in his sweating fingers.


A/N: Point out errors and such...I was too lazy to go edit and read over stuff. I'm so very tired right now...