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.

Mood: Crushed.. (When I started writing this.. God knows why..).. In-pain now..

Beta: I know longer have a Beta.. In fact, I wish to stab him in his face..

A/N: *Laughs manically* Here it is.. I know it's been ages! Too long.. But, I'm back! Funny.. I already had part of this chapter written and I didn't even know..

Chapter Five

Startled at first; Mohinder soon over-came that and tightly wrapped his arms around Sylar's shoulders, kissing him back desperately. Mohinder's lower back was being pressed hard into the kitchen counter as Sylar irregularly ground his hips into the shorter man's.

Mohinder's head was spinning. Not just spinning. He felt light-headed. Here he was; Being held between his.. Or what he thought was .. his enemy. His body was reacting in ways its only ever done for a woman. But, more. His head never spun for a woman. He had never not wanted to stop kissing a woman. His heart never raced like it was now when he was in female company. He doesn't want to let go. Gripping onto Gabriel's still-open shirt. Scared. Scared that if he softened his grip. If they stopped kissing; Mohinder would wake up and be alone.

After spending the last two weeks or so with Gabriel; Mohinder concluded that he didn't want to go back to how things were.

'Why am I doing this? I'll only have to go back to how things were before. No. I don't want to go back.' He thought to himself as he leaned further into the kiss. 'I don't want to go back to being alone. I want to stay here. With Sylar. Gabriel. I don't care! I just don't want to go back!' It was like Mohinder had lost his mind. His body was on fire- Whether because he was being intimate with Gabriel or whether it was because he was getting worked-up, he wasn't quite sure.

Mohinder clenched his fists; the joints of his fingers digging into Sylar's back. Tears were flowing down his face. He was kissing Gabriel with all his strength. Not wanting to stop. Not wanting to let go. He felt safe. Safe being in Gabriel's arms- He felt this type of safety when his mother would cuddle him at night when he was a child.

When his sister, Shanti, died. He became distant from his father. And his mother wasn't the same, either. And through his teenage years; He was basically on his own.

And now..

He felt safe again..
And he didn't want to let go!

Pressing forward again, Mohinder was stopped. Strong hands were holding his shoulders- Stopping him from getting any closer to Gabriel.

"Mohinder.." His voice was calm, given the situation; Mohinder was crying. His cheeks were shining from the clear liquid. And with his clingingness; He was basically trying to get into Gabriel.

Gabriel's large hands were cradling Mohinder's wet cheeks. And placing a simple, quick kiss on the shorter man's forehead. His temples. And then an innocent kiss on Mohinder's swollen lips.

"Stop crying.. You're a grown man.. You shouldn't be crying like a child.." Sylar's sharp voice made Mohinder tense-up. And then a small smirk appeared on his face and moved his hands off of Mohinder's cheeks, wiping the wetness away.

"It's okay, Mohinder..." The large hands had wiped the tears away and were now resting on his shoulders. "Now.. I'm going to continue making breakfast." And he walked away.

Breakfast had been eaten. No exchange of words had been make since this morning. Gabriel hadn't seemed fazed by this morning's incident. In fact, he appeared quite cheerful- That was, if a man like Gabriel could be cheerful. Mohinder on the other hand was nearly a wreck. Anxiety painted on this face.

'My God. What do I do? I kissed him. No... He kissed me. But, I still kissed him back. I even.. I even pushed my hips back to him.' "I feel sick." He caught himself saying before he could stop it.

"Maybe you should go and lie down." Gabriel said, not even looking at Mohinder but mindless looking at what was happening on the News.

"I'm fine." He stated, not wanting Gabriel to think he was any more childish then he had shown already.

"Suit yourself. I'm going for a shower." The younger man got up, walking past Mohinder. "Don't fantasy about me too much, will you?" He smirked.

Mohinder could only groan.

Hearing the door to the bathroom shut, Mohinder stood up and moved himself to the bedroom- Which happened to be the room closest to the bathroom. You could even hear the water rushing out.

Before Mohinder could even sit down, his thoughts got the better of him; 'What if he knows I'm here? What if he finds out I purposely moved into this room so I could hear him take a shower? What if he calls me...' He swallowed. 'Gay, again?' The water began to rush. 'The water... That means he's... Maybe...' Mohinder laid down with a sigh, closed his eyes and waited for Gabriel to finish.

The water rushed down over Sylar's body. "What have I done? Letting him into my house... What an idiot. Though..." Gabriel's eyes soften. 'It is nice not being the only one here, and... I suppose, he's not that much of a threat. Or, even that bad-looking...' The water stopped and Gabriel grabbed the large Black towel and headed into the bedroom.

Mohinder turned to face the pillow when he began to see light from the hallway peek into the room. He knew Gabriel would only be wearing a towel- If Mohinder was lucky enough- After all, this was Gabriel's house. He could do what he pleased. If he wanted to walk around in his Birthday suit; he could do so without judgement.

Mohinder kept his eyes closed and his face towards the pillow as he heard the wardrobe door open and close again. He wasn't going to look until he had the all clear from Gabriel that he was clothed. Suddenly Mohinder felt a warm hand on his shoulder and a calm voice telling him:

"I'm going to start dinner now..." As Gabriel went to walk away, a dark hand grabbed his own. The owner of that hand whispered- "I need to speak with you." Mohinder stood up from the bed. He wanted to at least have half a chance of defending himself if this went wrong. If he stayed on the bed, he would get crushed.

The darker man breathed in and began to let the words flow, "I know we started off as enemies. You wanted to kill me, and I wanted to try and find a way to stop you. But, then you did the unthinkable; you saved my life. I really can't imagine why. I just put it down to the fact that you are still human and that you still harbour emotion. But, then you let me stay in your apartment. You trusted me enough to leave me alone with your possessions. You let me sleep in your bed. You slept with me." Mohinder had to laugh. It was madness what he was saying. And Gabriel, he hadn't said anything. "And then... It happened; You said I molested you and I didn't. But, the second time around, I did. And I denied. I didn't want to believe what I had done. Where I grew-up, it had always been wrong and immoral to... Be like that. That's why this morning.. It opened my eyes. It showed me who I really am. I felt so hot inside. So safe. I never wanted to let go. And, it happened because of you. You showed me what I've been missing. How it feels to have passion for something. Gabriel." Mohinder looked down. 'I can't do it...' A tear formed in the corner of this eye.

"Gabriel, I think... I love you."