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[Mohinder raises an eyebrow at the admission, and don't worry- he will be remembering that for later. It seems inane to think that perhaps, through all this, they both just needed to get laid. But so much effort had been put into denying this connection, and Mohinder can finally see that now.

He serves as a steady point to lean on, as Sylar stands, and he helps the other man with his pants. It's more of an excuse to run his hands over Sylar's bare thighs. He follows the tug on his hair, just like he did with the telekinesis. He takes Sylar's erection in hand, stroking it experimentally as he licks at the tip. And he smiles.]

Observation number one- you taste amazing. Now to move on to finding stimulus points...

[Mohinder almost brings up that his own hormones- perhaps even pheromones- are certainly altered and perhaps that's having an effect on the both of them. But...well, they'll get to that later. Sylar's sure to have noticed it already. For now, Mohinder is learning. And he loves learning.

He leans back in and takes Sylar in his mouth, slowly moving down until it starts to become difficult. His tongue then swirls around the underside of Sylar's cock, and he pulls out to lick the whole thing in long swipes, then taking it back in hand again and stroking with slightly tighter force as he licks around the tip. Into his mouth it goes again, slightly deeper now, and the whole time he's listening for any cues Sylar may give him. Mohinder is a very attentive partner, as it turns out, for anyone who managed to handle his abrasive personality.]

( His ecstatic gasp over that first lick ends abruptly into surprised, 'Oh, I should've know' type laughter. )

Thanks, but I didn't mean I'm actually a sci---ohhhh, fuck yes...

( The attempt at a joke didn't last long either, becoming a lengthy moan, with his head thrown back. Sylar looks quickly back down, biting his lip hard enough to bleed. He didn't want to miss any of this for even a second. His fist tightens in those enticing curls, encouragingly, as words become noises of pleasure.

He's already too turned on from before, leaking precum and knows he won't last. The fantasy he's held onto for almost a year now, and he's practically a too-energetic frat boy, cumming in his boxers from the slightest stimulation.

Pheromones. Had to be. Not helped by the fact that Mohinder has to go and be a damn blowjob expert... )

Just like that, Mohinder. Y-you're so beautiful like this, do you realize that? And- Jesus. Where... was I... when you were getting so good at this?

( He doesn't expect an answer, but Mohinder taking him nearly to the hilt makes him shout to the moon from the sensations. Sylar brings his other hand up, lightly stroking over Mohinder's cheek and running his thumb along those full lips before his hand joins its mate tangling in that wild mane. This time it is for support as, once Mohinder is back focusing on his tip, he'll take over.

He thrusts into that warm, wet heat, at first slow, then another, and another after that, increasing speed each time, panting. A few more, careful not to intentionally make him gag (unless Mohinder wants him to, of course) and it's just enough to put him over that edge. )

Mohinder....

( Not a shout but a final, needy moan, serving as a warning before he reaches that peak. )

[ Mohinder would say he's hardly an expert, if he didn't have his mouth full right now. But he's not against attributing his current success to natural talent. Or porn. That might've also helped.

Regardless, the joy he's taking in this act is practically sublime. All of his energy- which by now, seems almost boundless- is focused on overloading Sylar with pleasure. Sylar's brief touches to his face make him shiver, the light touches something gentle in the increasing storm between them.

By the time Sylar takes over, Mohinder is eagerly meeting the thrusts. His throat isn't quite trained for this, but he is at least as stubborn as Sylar. He moves past the bit of gagging, treating it as a small inconvenience as he tries to take the rest of Sylar's cock. He's so focused, he almost doesn't catch that warning in the form of his name.

He's not sure why he feels euphoric as Sylar comes. Maybe it's the validation after a very long, very dry period. Maybe it's something deeper, the hidden desire he hadn't let himself look at since Zane wasn't Zane at all. Regardless, the look on his face as he swallows it all down is pure bliss.

He takes his time cleaning up the man before him, licking at Sylar's cock with long, lazy swipes. Once that's done, he leans back on his haunches. He is, however, quite ready to provide a steadying hand to Sylar if he needs it. Without enhanced muscles, he must be feeling a little like jelly. Although maybe the regeneration helps compensate for that... ]

Now, if only we had a bed to fall into. I don't suppose you picked up teleportation since the last time we saw each other?

[ He smiles, looking content. ]

( Overstimulated to say the very least, with Mohinder's 'cleaning' bringing out small, exhausted gasps, and further ragged breathing. When he's done, and Sylar does feel completely like jello-o, he simply lets himself fall onto the ground, sprawling out on his back.

In this moment, he's the most carefree and relaxed he's permitted himself to be in a long, long time. Practically drunk on hormones, it's all he can do to laugh, and eventually, weakly grab for Mohinder in an attempt to pull him down next to him. )

We have the outdoors, don't we? Or my car? Anything is a bed if you're desperate enough.

( Right now, he doesn't care which one they pick. He just knows he's not going to be able to move for a good minute or fifteen. )

So. Hormone manipulation, as well as strength? Seems someone was being greedy over there.

I never was much of a camper, but this should do just fine.

[ The cool wind feels especially nice to Mohinder, who's plenty sweaty at the moment. He's happy to move along with Sylar's pull, settling himself to lay down while using the crook of Sylar's arm as a pillow. Eventually he'll probably cut off the circulation. But for now it's a perfect opportunity to rest a hand on Sylar's chest and idly play with the hair he finds there. ]

You're one to talk about greed. [ It has less bite than when he usually says it. ] But you're right. I don't think I've discovered anyone with two abilities, particularly ones so disparate from each other. Other than you and Peter of course, but we know the basic mechanisms involved there.

--you really were flirting with me since Montana?

[ It's quite the subject change, as he looks up into Sylar's eyes for the reaction. There's no small amount of disbelief in his tone, but there's some hope, too. They both just said a lot, and it's hard to know what might've been real, there. ]

( Sylar puts himself together while he listens to Mohinder, doing so with a lazy flick of his wrist. He was half clothed once more. Eventually he'll need a shirt, as the tepid night air would undoubtedly cool eventually, but for now he's enjoying the feel of those hands in his chest hair far too much.

He leans further into the touch, about to kiss Mohinder's forehead and just hold him closer when that question occurs. He's taken aback, definitely, looking surprised and caught off guard. )

Talk about a curveball...

( Grumble grumble. He almost wishes he had Parkman's telepathy right now. That would be so easier than trying to put his thoughts into words. He sighs deeply, his head falling back on the ground. )

...And yes, you clueless idiot. I was. I knew from the second you introduced yourself to 'Zane' that it wouldn't end well for either of us. ( He looks down into those eyes, speaking with genuine honesty. ) Don't have any romantic notions: it wasn't a love-at-first-sight, angel chorus moment. It was a 'dear lord this man is beautiful and I want to fuck him against Zane's stupidly oversized windows and make the whole world watch' type of moment.

But Montana is where it all changed. That road trip, the more we spoke, I just wanted to take care of you. Even as I wanted the list, and dreaded the day when you'd find out about me, I just wanted...

( He shakes his head and looks away. )

...Forget it. There's no happy ending for people like us, is there?

[ Mohinder, meanwhile, is still mostly naked and seems to not care a whit about it. He's already made the mental note that he seems to have a higher operating temperature. But that's for later, when they're properly testing everything. Right now, he's happy to lie with Sylar in the grass. And to ask him uncomfortable questions, apparently.

The comment about his beauty makes him smile wistfully, looking rather bashful at the compliment. Of course he knows he's desirable now, after their recent escapades, but while he was crossing the country on his father's mission? Not so much.

His brow knots as Sylar trails off, though. It's almost difficult to call up something so serious at the moment. His brain doesn't want to entertain all of the baggage he's had with Sylar, lest it bury them both. But maybe things are different now?

Of course they are. He reaches up for Sylar's chin and gently turns it back to look him in the eye. ]

That- I can't say I know that for sure. What I do know, though, is that two impossible things have already happened tonight. How are we to know what we're truly capable of, good or bad, happy or unhappy?

[ He reaches for a free hand from Sylar. If allowed, he will intertwine his fingers with the other man's. Either way, he speaks softly as he continues. ]

What was it you wanted, in Montana? You've never had a problem telling me your desires before.

( Sylar permits the touch, looks Mohinder in the eye. Two seconds later, he's giving a dramatic eye and furrowing his brow. He bites his tongue, refraining from a 'Are you gonna monologue at me now, Mohinder?' snide joke. He really, truly did like listening to Mohinder's voice. It had a hypnotic effect. Who needed super strength when you were already a lullaby to serial killers?

The immortal blood in his veins was already recuperating and he could, if he so chose, continue their drive right now. But all he wanted was to hold Mohinder close and sleep for the next millennia.

That question though, always seeking answers, and uncovering secrets. Sylar brings their joined hands up to his lips, kissing the back of Mohinder's hand. )

I'll tell you over breakfast. Maybe. For now...

( He curls around him as much as possible, nudity and all, it makes no difference. )

You're like a portable heater, you know that? Pheromones, super strength, and extra warmth. We're really going to have to start cataloguing these new attributes of yours...

'Extra warmth' is hardly a special ability. It's probably left over from the sudden change in body chemistry. We'll have to remember to test that blood for various hormone levels- TSH, SHBG, free andogen index...

[ His murmurs die off as he curls into Sylar's arms, responding to Sylar's hug. Regardless of where they are and the state of everything, Mohinder feels more comfortable than he ever has before in his life. Perhaps a short snooze isn't the worst idea, he thinks as he starts to drift off.

That, of course, is a mistake. He awakes to the feel of sweat on his skin and a horrible taste in his dry mouth. Something like a hangover pounds in his head. He groans a bit before opening his eyes, as both light and memories flood into his awareness far too quickly. What in the world had he just done? ]

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