Warnings: Slash. Yaoi. Sex. Mentioned Rape. Mpreg. Slight OOC.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sylar or Mohinder, Zachary Quinto or Sendhil Ramamurthy. Tom Kring owns Heroes, Sylar and Mohinder, and his own genius. Sendhil and Zachary own themselves.

Inspiration: Series three, episode one. When Mohinder injects himself with the formula.

Mood: Surprisingly not tired even though its 3.45AM

Musik/Film: Two And A Half Men

Beta: Sir Aaron Fuera VIII

A/N: I luffles feedback. And if you're in London, Essex, or even Hastings.. I would give you huggles, Pocky and cookies. But; If you're not, then I can only do that virtually. I'm sowwie.

A/N II: There's a quote from the series in this chapter! Who can find it?

Chapter Four

The sun was only just beginning to rise. Eight thirty-seven AM. Winter was coming. Night was starting to get longer. Days were getting colder.

The sheets on the winter bed-cover had been changed during the week Sylar has disappeared. The sheets were now Dark Red in colour. The pillow cases matching. Underneath the heavy winter duvet; two bodies lay close to each-other. Their body-heat being shared.

Sylar was lying on his back; his dress shirt undone. His slick hair tousled from one of the best night's sleep he'd ever had in a while. His arm was behind Mohinder's neck, his hand resting by the darker man's collarbone.

Mohinder was lying partially on his right side. His clothes creased from his night's sleep. His curls wild and sticking up in all directions. His head resting into the crock of Gabriel's neck. His arm nearly positioned on Sylar's toned stomach as they slept on.

It was another hour before one of the men started to stir. Mohinder.

Waking up from a long sleep; the first thing he was aware of was the body he was pressed up against- He wasn't sure whether it was Sylar's arm around his shoulder keeping them pressed closely. Or if it was Mohinder's sub-consciousness keeping him there. And instead of rolling over, alarming Gabriel and ending up on his arse again; Mohinder just stayed where he was.

A few minutes after waking himself up; The Indian man slowly shifted until he was fully resting on his side and brought this head back a little; so he was leaning his head more on Gabriel's shoulder rather then his neck. Mohinder then proceeded to stare.


Sylar's hair, Dark Brown in colour, was tousled. Part of it covering his forehead and another part sticking up. 'Still not as bad as my own hair..' Mohinder thought, trying to pat down his untamed dark curls. Mohinder continued to gaze at sleeping serial killer. He looked quite contented in his deep sleep. Mohinder slowly- So not to alarm Gabriel, or even; Himself- brought his arm up. Courteously touching Gabriel's jaw; Noting how prickly it felt- Not in a bad way, though. He hadn't shaved in a couple of days.

Hair was partially covering Sylar's chest- Only his chest. His stomach was mostly smooth; other then around his navel and downwards...

Mohinder then, seemingly unaware in his mind, lowered his head a bit more. He couldn't see anything- Sylar's black trousers were obstructing Mohinder's view. All he could see was the trail of hair leading down and into Gabriel's clothing.

'He's asleep. He isn't going to know.. Is he?' The Indian adult thought to himself; feeling deeper in this trace and he stares at the one place he knows he's not allowed to. 'You can't do it. Its wrong. And he would most definitely kill me if I do anything.. like that..'

Mohinder was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't hear the tell-tale noises of Gabriel waking up. It wasn't till Mohinder felt Sylar's hand thread through his dark curls; that the darker-skinned man was forcibly brought out of his trance and was now back in the real word.

"Mohinder.." Gabriel spoke lightly. His voice still groggy from just waking up and having not yet cleared his throat with liquid yet. "Mmm.. You need to remove your head from my shoulder so that I can get up... And make breakfast."

When Gabriel said that; Mohinder practically shot-up from the bed and into a standing position on the floor.

It was five seconds after Mohinder done that; that he heard a noise no-one thought Gabriel Gray. Sylar. Would make. He "giggled".

Very quietly. But, it was heard.

Mohinder just stood there as Gabriel got up. Ignoring his open shirt. He walked past Mohinder, towards the large wardrobe- He then rummaged though it. Pulling out a few items of clothing. Turning back to Mohinder; Gabriel smiled and handed the shorter man a shirt and trousers. Then headed out of the bedroom, so he could change.

Not ten minutes later, Mohinder wandered out almost slightly, his head down, wearing his enemy's slightly too large clothes. Gabriel had also changed out of the black clothing he had acquired before, and into more casual clothes. Cooking breakfast?

Mohinder wasn't sure what to do. He had seen things in the past week or so that he'd never thought anyone would see.

"Mohinder.." The shorter man's head shot up. "Come here a minute, would you?" The voice sounds so eerie. Haunting even. Yet it drew Mohinder in- His feet moving him towards Gabriel.

When Mohinder was a few feet away from the other man; Sylar was soon in-front of him. Gabriel's hands reaching for the counter that was behind Mohinder, and trapping him there. Leaning towards Mohinder's ear; the taller man's mouth not quite touching the Indian man's ear, but was close to his shoulder. He whispered..

"You and I have trust issues, Doctor."

Mohinder raised his eyebrow. "Wh.. What are you talking about?" He stuttered, trying to Gabriel away. As he lifted his hands up to push the younger man away; Gabriel grabbed both of Mohinder's wrists with one hand and brought them up to his shoulder.

"I don't think so, Doctor." His tone of voice becoming darker.

"You see, Doctor Suresh. If we're going to live in the same space. Or rather, if I'm going to allow you to stay in my home; We shouldn't keep secrets." Mohinder tried to tugged his arms free. "Now," He smirked. "Would you care to tell me just why you were molesting me in my sleep again?"

Mohinder's eyes widened. 'No. How can he know I was.. touching him while he was sleeping?'

"No.." He said. His voice subdued. "No, I wasn't. I wouldn't molest a man whether he was awake or sleep. I'm not gay." He stated more firmly- trying to sound collected.

The chuckle Sylar let pass through his lips was dark. Evil. Gabriel leaned his head sidewards a little; until his mouth was mere centimeters from Mohinder's ear. Gabriel proclaimed..

"You're lying."

'Oh, God." Mohinder stared frightened into Sylar's own. 'I have to leave. If he knows when I'm lying; Then I'm not safe here!' His attempts to free his wrists were now becoming frantic. He wanted to leave. Wanted to escape. He wasn't safe. If Sylar let go of Mohinder's wrist; the man would mostly likely knock himself out.

He was so caught-up, that he didn't notice Sylar had actually let go of his wrists. But, he had placed his hand back in its original spot. And started whistling.

It was then that Mohinder released his arms were free. But, he still couldn't get passed. "Move."

"No."

"Why not? You know I lied. You know that I was touching you while you were asleep. You want me gone just as much as I want to go!"

"See, that's just the thing, Mohinder." Sylar raised one of his hands to the back of his, as if scratching it. "You're lying again. You don't want to leave.. Just as much as I don't want you."

Gabriel leaned in, bringing his hand to rest on Mohinder's cheek as he pressed their lips together.