|Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in heroes_fiction,|
@ 2008-12-12 05:44:00
|Entry tags:||mohinder/peter/sylar, peter/sylar, rated: explicit, slash|
Fic: Epilogue 1/1 End of Series/Fic.
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Characters: Mohinder, Peter, Nathan!Sylar.
Pairing: Sylar/Peter, implied Mohinder/Sylar/Peter.
Warnings: Language, Sexual Situations.
Summary: 5 years later, President Petrelli discusses matters with his advisors.
Sequel: Sequel to 'Coming Home To Roses'.
Author's Note: Yes, a degenerate, indeed.
Adjusting his glasses, Mohinder tried to keep his eyes directly upon the president. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't keep them from glancing back to the man's brother. There was something special about Peter, something that dragged the attention, kicking and screaming, to him.
Clearing his throat, he took a deep breath to compose himself. He allowed himself one last peek to where the man lounged against the desk. The black sweater clung to his every curve, stretched taut over his shoulders and flat stomach. A slight bulge swelled around his neck, but the sweater hid whatever caused it.
Mohinder's fingers itched, longing to find out what that was.
Closing his eyes, he shook himself. He had to get a hold of himself, and not in the way he wanted to at that moment. "There is a five percent chance that we may be able to reverse these changes."
"Yesterday, you said ten. What's changed." Scowling at the doctor, Nathan uncrossed his arms and rose from where he had been leaning against the desk.
"That was a hopeful estimate." Letting himself relax, Mohinder decided it was best to just get it out in the open. "The fact of the matter is, Mr. President, there is almost no chance of ever reversing these mutations. The effects are done on a molecular level."
"So, what you're saying is that we can expect these people to keep appearing and there is nothing we can do about it?" There was a hard edge to Nathan's voice, belying his soft tone.
As much as it killed him to admit, Mohinder nodded. "Abilities will keep manifesting among the general population at random. The best we can hope to do is minimize the damage done by the more aggressive ones."
"And hope they don't blow us up in the mean time." Snorting, Peter shook his head. When he noticed Nathan looking his way, he dropped his eyes and straightened his posture.
Mohinder noted this, but made no physical acknowledgment. He knew they had unresolved problems that destroyed anyone caught in the middle. This made it imperative that he steered clear of talking to Peter in the older man's presence.
Jaw tightening, Nathan turned his full attention on Peter. "Thank you, Dr. Suresh. If anything new should come up, be sure to keep me informed."
Watching the younger man pale, Mohinder sighed. There was going to be hours of screaming and yelling in the Oval Office yet again. "Very well." That left nothing else for him to do. Turning, he started for the door.
"Good bye, Mohinder."
Peter's words made Mohinder's back straighten. He kept on walking, ignoring the call.
As the doors shut behind Mohinder, Nathan turned to look at Peter. The moment their eyes met, their color shifted to a warm brown and narrowed in anger. "Why do you act this way?"
Peter shrugged. "He likes us." Pushing off from the desk, he started towards Sylar. As he drew near, he dropped to his knees.
Gritting his teeth, Sylar brought his hand up to tangle in Peter's hair. "You really do like being naughty, Peter. It's no wonder your brother was so glad to be rid of you." He snagged his fingers in the dark locks, jerking the younger man's head up to look at him. "I don't like being teased."
Opening his mouth, Peter nodded. He began to mouth the front of Sylar's dress slacks, nipping at the outer edges of his erection.
Sylar's hand tightened as he swallowed. "This isn't over, Peter, I won't be distracted."
Peter began to growl in the back of his throat. Moaning, he nuzzled Sylar's zipper.
Pulling the younger man's head back, he made sure Peter was looking at him. The sight of Peter's dark lips and glazed expression made his jaw tighten. Still, he leaned down to hiss in Peter's face. "You are mine!"
"Always." Nodding, Peter shook his hair free of Sylar's grip. He attacked Sylar's tenting pants with renewed vigor.
Groaning, Sylar closed his eyes. The moment his zipper was lowered, a thrill of excitement went up his spine. In the next heartbeat, he gasped as the slick softness of Peter's mouth enveloped him.
Outside the door, Mohinder kept his ear pressed against the keyhole. It took a monumental effort to keep his own groans from being heard by the secretary down the hall. He knew it was disgusting and very wrong, but couldn't stop himself. No matter how many times he told himself this would be the last time, he knew it wouldn't.
Hearing the man within groan out his release set his own hand to jerking faster. Biting his tie, Mohinder came with a deep moan, shaking against the door.