“What are you, some kind of masochist?”

Sylar grinned. “Right. I knew you’d remember. You said that was the first time you’d seen a genuine smile on me.”

Mohinder cuddled up to him, their skins hot against each other. “And it was a beautiful smile, I have to give you that.”

Sylar thought about that day, when he had returned to the only place that felt like home. The loft might be long gone now but he would never forget that day – the constant sick feeling and the shaking in his hands as he and Mohinder sat talking way into the night. So much had happened to change their situation. They were all gone, all long gone and leaving nothing but two men who had nothing but each other. They had fallen asleep that night in each others’ arms, just how they were now.

“Can you give me another one?”

“Mohinder! That’s very forward!” Sylar smirked pecking his forehead.

“Another smile, like that one.” Mohinder straddled him and kissed along his jawline before sitting back. “Come one, give it up.”

Sylar smiled shyly. “Will this do?”

Mohinder answered by kissing his smile until they were both shaking with want.