A/N: Some more Bohinderb shorts. Number eight is based off a prompt given to me by a good friend. Number nine is a drabble I sent to my crazy friend on facebook and I decided to expand upon it a bit. Both were written late at night and haven't been edited, so I apoligize for any errors.
#8
Mohinder felt dizzy as he stared up at the ceiling, tingles spreading up his arm where ever Bob's finger's rested. His blood drained out of him drip by drip, collecting in bags that would bring life back to the innocents.
Bob's face wavered above his, his glasses reflecting and blinding Mohinder's eyes with light. He tried to move away from the light sweeping touch across his forehead but he was too tired, too relaxed to care anymore.
"That should be all we'll need Dr. Suresh." Bob informed him, unhooking the tubes attached to golden skin.
Mohinder sat up, the room suddenly swaying dangerously before his eyes and had to rest his head on Bob's shoulder; groaning into the fabric of his shirt. Nausea attacked his senses, his arm was numb from being drained and Mohinder was too drowsy to pull away when his body reached equilibrium.
"You're looking kind of pale." Bob's voice vibrated through him and Mohinder suddenly realized this was all planned; couldn't fight off the hand that moved to entangle in his hair, force his head back painfully so Bob could attack his lips.
The battle of tongue and lips was non-existent; Mohinder had no energy to struggle with and he submitted to being overpowered, to being pushed back onto the bed he had been lying on before with Bob's body rising up above his.
#9
Bob tilted his head, mouth tilting in amusement at the geneticists demand.
"Help you?" He echoed, enjoying how Mohinder tenses. "I'll only help you...if you do something for me."
The conflict in those eyes was breathtaking as Mohinder thought his words over, weighing the pros and cons.
"I...That…" His cultured voice trailed off at the sight of lust glowing in Bob's eyes.
He steeled his nerves, this was to save lives, and nodded slightly; hands moving to start unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't get far; Bob's pudgy hands batted his away and set about doing the job himself, his cold lips kissing Mohinder's face in a tender manner.
Mohinder closed his eyes and let himself get pushed back into the table, the edge cutting painfully into his back. Bob's hands were everywhere on his body. Cold, clammy, and way too gentle; Mohinder needed it to be rough so he wouldn't enjoy it.
When Bob swooped in for another kiss after taking off his own clothes Mohinder bit down hard, drawing blood, in order to get Bob to slam his back into the table with anger.
"None of that now," He hissed, his lip already swelling from Mohinder's assault and Mohinder hissed in return when nails scratched up his back.
"Do it already." Mohinder gasped, spreading his body out wantonly in order to further persuade Bob's assault. "Don't play games, I'm ready."
Bob couldn't resist the invitation, just as Mohinder predicted and he shoved his fingers up Mohinder's ass so suddenly the geneticist couldn't prevent himself from crying out in agony.
The pace was relentless from that moment on; Bob no longer tried to draw it out with gentle motions and instead sought to obtain his pleasurable release having no thoughts of whether Mohinder would get off or not.
Mohinder bore through the pain biting at his lip, whimpering choked sobs through clenched teeth, and just letting his thoughts go; not thinking about what was going on and instead focusing on the cock battering inside him.
Bob cried out in ecstasy as he spilled his hot release in Mohinder's body, that fat face flushed red with passion and Mohinder sighed in relief when it was finally done. He lay unmoving as Bob collected himself, breathing deeply and inhaling Mohinder's scent.
Climbing off the table Bob set about gathering his clothes, he spared no glance to Mohinder as he dressed and Mohinder slowly peeled himself up off the cold metal, wincing as he stepped down onto the floor.
"I'll get the files you want ready." Bob stated as he turned on the heel and Mohinder didn't even bother replying, he just continued struggling to get on his clothes.