Pairing : Heroes : Luke/Lyle
Rating : PG 13
Word count : 1119
Notes : Inspired by this art by Kiyo Michan
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Word count : 2809
Genre : Angst with a bit of fluff. I call it 'flangst' XD
Spoilers: Up to Season 3
Disclaimer : These characters are not mine.
Rating : PG
Summary so far : Mohinder discovers that Sylar was tortured horribly whilst he was in the company cells and tries to help him to overcome what is essentially Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. He finds out that Sylar fantasised about him coming to rescue him, in a technique designed to withstand torture, although he had only seen Mohinder in a photograph at that point in time. Now they are trying to expose Sylar to the what he fears the most, the cell; he was tortured in, to see if it helps him to face up to his worries.
( Once upon a time there lived an unhappy young man named Gabriel Gray... )
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…
( 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. )