Pairing : Sylar/Mohinder/Gabriel
It took a lot to render Sylar speechless, but this, yes, this would just about do it. He had assumed the ability of Joy Watson would create an image, like a projection, but here was a living, breathing, trembling doppelganger. He inclined his head quizzically, running his eyes over Gabriel’s body.
“Do you talk?” he asked, reducing the space between them.
“Yes.” Gabriel answered, watching Sylar with interest.
Sylar put a hand to Gabriel’s cheek, stroking it and half expecting his hand to drift right through. “I’d forgotten how pretty you were.” He brushed his cheek against Gabriel’s breathing in the familiar scent of the plain soap he had scrubbed himself with every day. “Take off your glasses.” He ordered.
As Gabriel did so, he closed his eyes. “Don’t hurt me. I know you want to but please don’t.”
“I do want to,” Sylar growled. “Look at you, so weak and pathetic!” He gripped Gabriel by the hair. “Get on your knees where you belong.”
Gabriel sank to his knees and started to hyperventilate as he saw his more aggressive self unzip his pants and take out his cock, pumping it fast. “I don’t know how…” Gabriel began to protest but was silenced when Sylar forced his cock into his mouth, fucking his face with his hand still twisted in his hair.
Sylar knew he wouldn’t last as he watched his former self suck him, trying to cope with the onslaught on his virgin lips. “We’re going to have so much fun together Gabriel, you just have to learn that I’m in charge.” He pulled out and came over Gabriel’s mouth and chin, milking every last drop from himself as the watchmaker gasped and coughed. “You know I always wanted a brother, and now I have something even better.” He turned away, zipping up his fly. “Clean yourself up, “ he barked. “We’re going to pay a visit to Mohinder….”
Suresh backed up, ready to pounce, but at which one? He looked at the one with the glasses, but he recognised the look in those black eyes and leapt at the other man, gripping him with one hand on his head and one arm spanning his chest. “Back off or I’ll snap the neck on your new toy.”
Sylar smiled, flinging off the glasses. “You couldn’t hurt him Mohinder, he’s so innocent. He’s never even been touched. Besides, we didn’t come here for a fight.”
Mohinder pushed Gabriel away from him but the man ducked back, hiding behind him, gripping him like a saviour. “Please, you have to protect me from him, he’s crazy.”
“That’s right Mohinder, get between us or I might hurt him.” Sylar pressed himself against him, grinning as the doctor reached behind to hold Gabriel. “I knew you’d get it.” Sylar whispered in his ear, licking gently at his earlobe.
Mohinder moaned, grinding against Sylar. “Who’s first then?”
In answer Sylar spin him round to face Gabriel. “Kiss him nice and slow.”
Mohinder complied, taking Gabriel into his arms and opening up his mouth with gentle kisses until he was able to sweep in his tongue. He moaned into Gabriel’s lips as he felt Sylar undo his pants from behind him and take his cock in hand. Sylar pumped steadily, leaving warm breaths at the back of Mohinder’s neck.
Gabriel opened his eyes momentarily. Their clothes swap meant he was looking at the image of himself, wantonly nuzzling the doctor’s neck. He heard Mohinder’s breathing hitch as he approached his climax and kissed him harder, reaching between their bodies to add his hand to Suresh’s cock.
Mohinder came, moaning and grabbing at Gabriel’s hair. He let his head rest on the man’s shoulder as he heard Sylar’s satisfied hums from behind him.
“Oh Mohinder,” Sylar chuckled, “the three of us are going to have so much fun together.”