A/N: Okay...So this was written for my friend Kat. If any of you readers have facebook, you might know about this drink application thing where you can send various drinks to your super friends with short messages. This story was written and sent to Kat through 16 of those drink messages. XD
This story is also a continuation of the "Hello Dr. Suresh" line from the preview for tonights episode.
Warning: Graphic smex stuff.
Mohinder gasps, the man of his dreams--his deepest desires--sits before him alive and well. He jumps as the door slams shut behind them, Mohinder can't tear his eyes from that devious smirk as Sylar rises from the chair, backs Mohinder into the door.
"I've missed you," He purrs, hand rising up and Mohinder can't help but lean into his touch; those fingers so warm and alive--the way he remembers.
"Hmm...I didn't think you'd be crying," Sylar mutters, his lips ghosting over the tear trails and that sends Mohinder over the edge. He burst into full-fledge sobs; grasping Sylar's shirt letting all his emotions out; the fear, the love, the relief, and hate for a man who can make him feel so many things at one time.
Sylar hushes his pain away, soothes the fear, and nurses the love with long lingering, salty kisses that steal away Mohinder's breath. He moans deep in his throat as warm hands slide up under his shirt, tracing unknowable patterns across his skin while pulling the fabric off.
Mohinder is left standing bare--just like his soul--before Sylar's eyes and he shivers under that gaze; so wanting and loving and perfect it's almost unbearable.
"God, Mohinder." Sylar is gasping, panting with need. His steady hands are trembling, his skin is all flushed, and it's Mohinder who starts their next kiss; pulling Sylar against his body, forcing those hands to touch and own
"Please, please..." Mohinder's begging for it and his pleas force Sylar into action. Sylar slams him to the wall, his tongue and teeth scraping at skin until its red as his hand encloses around...
Mohinder's hot silky erection and the geneticist scream's his pleasure into Sylar's shoulder.
"YES! MORE!" Mohinder groans, his legs rising up to wrap around Sylar's waist to grind against Sylar's trapped bulge.
"God...Mohinder. Oh God!" Sylar's groaning and biting, drawing blood, and pressing fingers up into Mohinder's tight heat, making that body strain against his; keening deep in his throat
"Fuck me Sylar!" Mohinder demands, his hands tearing at the pants to slide the rough fabric down.
Sylar pants, his eyes clouded with lust and presses another finger in, stretching Mohinder a little more before pulling them suddenly out.
Mohinder whimpers, squirming in place, as Sylar spits on his hands for lubrication. He's quivering with need when Sylar starts pushing in, a strangled moan of pain escaping his lips. Sylar captures those lips with his own and Mohinder shudders as he is stretched open more, the burning pain giving way to overwhelming pleasure.
His muscles clench around Sylar's cock when the serial killer squeezes his erection. Sylar's thrusts are long and deep, his steady strokes making Mohinder moan and groan. The pleasure flashes bright in both their minds; desperation takes over and the pace increases.
"Sylar!" Mohinder screams as his world explodes and Sylar groans as he follows his lover in orgasm. They slide sweaty and tangled to the floor, catching their breath.
"That...that..." Mohinder can't voice how happy, how wonderful, he feels and Sylar nods, resting his head on Mohinder's shoulder.
"That was perfect." He hisses, sucking on one of his bites and Mohinder moans, leaning back to give Sylar better access.
Strong hands pet his face, his hair, and he feels so complete; he drifts off to sleep in the killer's arms.
