Date: 2011-07-17 03:08 am (UTC)
Such bruises will have to be much more brutal than those given to lighter skinned men, but when they come, when the imprints of Sylar's fingers on his hips begin to appear, Mohinder presses one sweaty palm to the wall over his head and trembles as orgasm hits him.

They'll smell like each other soon, perhaps something a little more animalistic than Mohinder has ever fancied himself being, but he has no intention of showering before leaving this apartment.

He'll takes the bruises and the markings in pain and in sex as badges to remind him that yes, he belongs somewhere and is someone important.
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