Rating : PG
Word Count : 172
Mohinder could tell he wasn’t sleeping. Usually after such a steamy session Gabriel was out like a light, but tonight something was niggling at him. Mohinder was determined not to rise to his ridiculous musings and hugged the pillow, trying to drift off.
Mohinder moaned. “Will you please leave it, I told you I don’t know where they came from.”
“Then aren’t you the tiniest bit curious as to how a pair of black stockings found their way into the apartment of two men?” Gabriel turned over and snaked his arm round Mohinder’s waist.
“It was just the first thing I found that would do for tying you up, will you please stop reading into it and get to sleep?”
“Sure Mohinder. Good night.” He cuddled up to him, pecking him on the cheek. “I just wish you’d have told me about your stocking fetish earlier because I….Ow!”
As the pillow smacked into Gabriel’s face Mohinder allowed himself a little smile. Maybe he’d get him into those stockings after all…
Word Count : 574
Rating : PG for language
( Pain cut through Gabriel’s head as he forced down Tylenol and gulped on some water. Mohinder entered the kitchen, giving his best sympathetic look although he felt like shit himself. )
Word Count : 166
Rating : G
Mohinder panted, his back aching from bending over to roll the snowball into something vaguely head-sized.
“Need some help there?” Gabriel smirked, watching Mohinder’s exertion.
“No thankyou, some of us want to get into the spirit of things, not just cheat.” Mohinder heaved the head onto his snowman and concentrated on placing the carrot nose and stone eyes onto his creation. He added buttons and arms from sticks and stood back to admire it. “There! Pretty good I think you’ll agr….”
Mohinder gasped at what Gabriel stood next to. It was a kneeling life-size figure of Mohinder, perfect in its detail and intricately picked out with even individual curls and eyelashes. “How did you….?”
Gabriel flushed. “I get wonderful inspiration.”
Mohinder shook his head in awe. “Not that it isn’t perfect, but….do you think you could put some clothes on me? We do have neighbours to think of.”
Gabriel rolled his eyes and started to re-mould. “How come it’s okay for your snowman to be naked?”
Word Count : 271
Rating : NC-17
The only light came from the flickering candle which Mohinder was holding. Sylar absent mindedly pulled at his restraints, trying not to appear nervous.
The melted wax trembled on the tip of the candle, and Sylar saw that it would only take the slightest movement to make it spill over and drop onto his bare skin. He watched as Mohinder moved it over his naked body, teasing him. As Sylar’s wrists twitched in their bounds Mohinder paused, the candle over his navel. Suddenly he shifted it and Sylar screamed through gritted teeth as he felt the hot wax splash on his nipple.
“Keep quiet, don’t make me gag you.” Mohinder commanded as Sylar swallowed hard and nodded obediently.
The candle burned on, more wax pooling in the concave end of the candle. Mohinder moved it devastatingly close to Sylar’s groin, running a finger gently down the pelvic crease on the right hand side of his body. Sylar’s breathing started to grow ragged as the candle bobbed dangerously. Mohinder moved it again, holding it half way between Sylar’s navel and the thatch of dark hair at the base of his cock.
“You might want to keep very still. If the wax runs down it could really do some damage.” He tipped the candle and Sylar whimpered at the burning of the wax. He bucked his hips quickly to stop the wax running and cried out as the movement made the muscles in his tied arms tense painfully.
Mohinder saw the tears starting to prick Sylar’s eyes and smirked. “Not long now, this candle will only burn for another hour at the most.”.
Word Count : 105
Rating : G
Notes : This is a 'deleted scene' if you like from the Christmas Wishlist fic that I'm writing for perdiccas
Mohinder paused as they approached the car. The condensation on the passenger window had dried, leaving just the traces of what had been drawn on the wetness a few hours ago. It was a heart, and inside the letters M and Z. The Z looked more like a backwards S, but what else could it be?
Mohinder sat in the driver’s seat and looked at the window from the inside while Zane rubbed his hands against the cold. From this angle, from where Zane would have been able to scrawl on the window from inside the car, it looked like the letters S and M.
Word Count : 353
Rating : G
“Please don’t go.”
“Mohinder I have to, or we won’t eat for a week. I’ll be fine.” Gabriel shrugged on his coat and shoved a flashlight into his bag.
“I just have a bad feeling about it, can’t you just wait until…”
“Mohinder!” Gabriel gripped his lover’s shoulders and smiled at him kindly. “Stop worrying, I’ll be back by morning, leave the light on for me. Same as always. And I’ll be back, same as always.”
As they parted,Gabriel tried not to notice when Mohinder gripped him extra tight, and held him for a fraction longer than he usually did. “I love you”, Mohinder said sadly, holding on to Gabriel’s lapels as if that would make him change his mind.
“I love you too. Don’t forget, leave the light on for me.” And then he was gone.
When dark fell, Mohinder went to the porch of the cabin and lit the old lantern which hung in the centre. They had been on the run for three years and eight months. Every day Mohinder prayed that they would give up. He rubbed the scar tissue on his arm which reminded him that even after a year they hadn’t. He looked at the missing tip of his finger which reminded him that after two years and four months they hadn’t. They had to eat, which meant Gabriel had to break cover once a month. Every month he left, and Mohinder lit the lantern. Every month so far he had come back, but this time felt different.
Mohinder went back inside and curled up on the sofa. He would sleep here tonight, he wanted to see Gabriel the second he returned. Even the time it took to get from the door to the bedroom was too long to wait.
Mohinder opened the glass panel of the lantern and lit the tealight. He took one last glance into the dark, impenetrable forest which surrounded the cabin. It had been twelve years, but he would continue to light the lantern. When his Gabriel came back, he wanted him to be able to find his way in the dark.
Word Count : 84
Rating : G
This year I have been a
1. Ability to fly
2. Ability to block powers
3. Mind reading
4. Time Travel
(Note : Actually, I'll just get these myself....)
5. Mohinder Suresh (
6. A DRUM SET! (BTW I have been asking for this since I was six. My mother always said 'over my dead body'. I took care of that, so bring it
Word Count : 93
Rating : G
The assembled agents knew what they were risking to continue their giggles but it was just too funny…
“You’re doing this on purpose Bennett.”
“I assure you Agent Gray I am NOT. The code names are themed and randomly assigned. Everyone is named after a tree this year.”
“It isn’t even a tree, it’s a bush!”
“Check your encyclopaedia Gray, it’s a tree, now stop whining.”
Gabriel turned to Mohinder urgently. “Switch with me and I’ll do anything you want.”
Mohinder smiled “Tempting, but no. I’m afraid you’re stuck with it, Agent Holly.”
Word Count : 308
Rating : G
Bennett shook is head as he lifted the soaked rag from Mohinder’s head. “He’s still burning up, are you sure he’ll just ride it out?”
Typically calm, Gabriel ignored him, timing Mohinder’s pulse rate. They had finally found him miles from the internment camp, he must have been completely unaware that a rescue mission had been mounted. Why else would he be so foolhardy as to effect his own escape? When they had found him he had been semi-conscious, dehydrated and talking gibberish. Gabriel had guessed he’d been eating mushrooms. Clearly not the right ones.
“He’s starting to cool down now.” Bennett conceded. “I’ll be outside trying to get us the hell out of here.” He swept through the flaps of the tent, leaving Gabriel to rinse out the cloth and place it back on Mohinder’s forehead.
Suddenly, Mohinder sat bolt upright, his pupils blown. “Thank goodness you’re here mama, Oh thank you.” He clung to a shocked Gabriel and started chattering in what he assumed was Tamil, kissing him over and over on the cheek.
“Mohinder, you’re hallucinating again, please calm down!” Gabriel was starting to lose his sense of humour. The first time Mohinder had become even slightly lucid he had attacked Gabriel, thinking him to be a jungle cat. The second time he thought he was looking into a mirror and had gasped “Oh my God, I’m white!”. The least said about the Angelina Jolie incident the better…
Bennett popped his head back into the tent. “Now what?”
“He appears to think I’m his mother now.”
“Then you’d better hope he knows he’s in his 30s and doesn’t try breastfeeding.”
Gabriel sighed heavily. The come down would take three hours. It had been 45 minutes. “Mohinder you’d better appreciate this when you come to.”
Snuggling his shoulder, Mohinder fell asleep. “I love you too mama.”
Word Count : 241
Rating : G
Mohinder knew where he would be. He turned into the park and walked towards the fountain, rehearsing his apology. Sylar could be hyper-sensitive when he wanted to be, but his rehabilitation had focused on distraction techniques, so every time he got angry at Mohinder he would walk out and indulge in one of them. Which one would it be, he wondered. The pebbles in the fountain? Watching the fish pond?
As he came up to the bench by the fountain, Mohinder got his answer. Feeding the squirrels was today’s technique. The once fearsome serial killer was sat, holding a peanut between his thumb and forefinger, patiently waiting as a timid gray squirrel edged closer and closer. Eventually the squirrel snatched the nut and ran off, giving Sylar a satisfied smile. Mohinder approached and sat at the other end of the bench, giving him some room.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things. I was frustrated and it wasn’t your fault.”
Sylar said nothing, but held another peanut low, watching intently as a young squirrel hopped up bravely and took it, before darting up a nearby tree.
“It’s alright Mohinder. I understand.” Sylar sat back and put his hands in his pockets.
“Are you ready to come back yet?”
“Yes. I’m fine now.”
The two men stood and walked in silence back to their apartment. It had been a long road, but it was working. Slowly but surely, it was working.
Word Count : 608
Rating : PG
Mohinder gripped the phone, trying to hold off the tears which he had not yet allowed to come. “You don’t understand, it has to be room 23.” He rubbed his forehead as the hotel receptionist chattered about dates and conferences. “Listen, I don’t care when the reservation is for, but it has to be that room. Yes, the 12th is fine, I’ll see you then.”
Two weeks later Mohinder pulled into the motel car park and sat, looking at the box on the passenger seat. He reminded himself why he was there, not mourning a killer, but a time in his life which was full of passion and possibility. He recalled the way his stomach had flipped when he had heard a knock at the motel room door, and the smell of Zane’s cologne as he had entered the room. He thought of how surprisingly soft Zane’s hair had been, and the change in the tone of his voice at the height of their lovemaking. Mohinder grabbed the box and got out of the car, knowing that if he didn’t do this now he never would.
After collecting the key he approached room 23, holding the box before him like a barrier. The tears still hadn’t come, but he expected them. After five minutes he took a deep breath and opened the door. It was the smell of the room which hit him first. The woody, slightly musty scent was everywhere, he felt it sinking into his clothes, destined to haunt him. He closed the door behind him and stood at the foot of the bed.
He was terrified to go through with the plan, in case it made no difference. In case he woke tomorrow with the sick, empty feeling that he had had since he had heard the news. “He’s dead.” They had told him. And suddenly Mohinder had missed him horribly. He had craved the sight of him, the sound of his voice. He knew it was a waste of time to ask to see a body, it would be in the incinerator by now. No grave, no marker, nowhere to mourn.
Mohinder opened the box, and took out the wreath. It was pointless, he knew. He would leave it here and the cleaner would throw it in the trash when she cleaned the room. He wished there had been somewhere else. A lake, or a wood. Anywhere that he could call theirs. As it was there was just this motel room.
He placed the wreath on the left hand side pillow and waited for the tears to come. It took a few seconds before he realised his cheeks were wet, and a few more before his legs buckled and he sank to his knees, crying into the bed. Mohinder stroked the ribbed blanket as his shoulders shook.
When the sound came Mohinder thought he was dreaming. The last thing he remembered was kneeling next to the bed, but the room was now dark and he was lying on top of the blankets, twisting them in his hands while the wreath lay next to him. The knocking continued and Mohinder ignored it for a while until it became louder and more insistent. Finally he pushed himself up, angry at being pulled from his misery before time. He pulled the door open, ready to let whoever was behind it see the dried tears on his face and know that he shouldn’t have been disturbed.
Before he could engage his hatred, his shock or his cynicism, Mohinder had his arms around Sylar, sobbing hard into his shoulder. “Hello Mohinder,” he said as he returned the embrace. “Surprise.”
Word Count : 72
Rating : PG
“Up a little. No, not that far up! Down a touch. Yes. Oh yes, that’s perfect. No, wait, left a little bit. That’s right. Yes, that’s perfect, now bang it in. Be careful. Oh that’s wonderful. Oh yes Gabriel, that’s perfect.”
“Do you want the same thing over and over?”
Mohinder gave a satisfied sigh. Now that Gabriel had hung the decorations up they could go and have sex.