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Gabriel heard the strange noise Mohinder made and leaned over his shoulder to snoop on the amount. He let out a low whistle. "I knew we'd be getting an advance, but it still hasn't sunk in yet. I'd ask you to pinch me, but- well, we can get to that." He smirked at Mohinder. "Looks like I'll be able to afford more than one suit, now." He was planning on getting good use out of that fancy closet.

Gabriel helped Mohinder carry the groceries back to their new home, and it felt great to talk and laugh and to not have to worry about goals or betrayal or anything but getting home. Of course, his mind was still on the lookout for the unusual, but being away from Primatech made him feel like a heavy weight had been lifted off of him.

Taking the time to put the groceries away, at this point, was the hardest thing his willpower had to endure. It was shortly after Tesco that the two had gotten back to full-on 'making eyes' at each other, and it was difficult for him to keep from immediately kissing Mohinder as they walked in the door. But Gabriel reminded himself that this was truly the last task they had before they could fully enjoy their evening, so they might as well get it done.

Mohinder took his time packing things away. He moved around the contents of the kitchen a few times and then again when Gabriel was starting to look impatient. The man that could understand how everything worked would probably catch on that he was teasing, especially with condoms and lubricant sitting right on the breakfast bar as if to evoke terror in the heart of Gabriel's jeans... Or just to make them exceedingly tight as a form of foreplay.

He even hummed, cheeky thing, as he cleaned the area with some store bought spray, glancing up from time to time.

Mohinder liked to live on the edge, even if this was a particular brand of danger that might only bruise him in the best of ways. He figured that if he could file Gabriel up when he didn't look his best, he could really do a number on him when his hair grew back and all the bruises faded.

After possibly setting a record for dumping food into a fridge without breaking it, Gabriel had to stop and stare at Mohinder. This was more in disbelief than anything else- the man had gotten out cleaning spray and was wiping the counter down. Gabriel watched him in silence for a few seconds, and then Mohinder started humming, and Gabriel had to roll his eyes.

Gabriel's mind flashed a few worried possibilities at him, but they were quickly thrown away. So he approached Mohinder from behind, snaking an arm around the Indian's waist, and leaned down to speak quietly into his ear. "You missed a spot." He nodded vaguely towards the boxes on the breakfast bar.

He could play this game, too. Although, to be honest, he wasn't entirely sure how long he'd hold out.

Mohinder didn't stiffen a bit, but he did not so subtly lean back to rub his rear against Gabriel's crotch while leaning over to get the spot Gabriel had mentioned. "Here?" Oh so innocent, he even looked back over his shoulder. It was probably lucky that he was too bruised to properly arch his back or else Gabriel might break into a million pieces.

Mohinder was almost ridiculously sexy and that little wiggle at least proved that he knew he had an effect on his boyfriend in the most base of ways.

"Or... Perhaps this spot here? No?" He should never have told the Indian he liked the way he spoke. "Gabriel, would you mind showing me?"

Gabriel might break into a million pieces, anyway. At least, that was what he thought, as he felt Mohinder press back into him while (poorly) feigning innocence. Gabriel couldn't do any better- his pants were already tight, and Mohinder's wiggling had made that more than obvious to everyone involved.

He groaned quietly, both out of arousal and exasperation. "You are unbelievable," he said, his breathy tone indicating this was meant as a compliment. He had no chance at this teasing game against Mohinder. Maybe he'd last longer in the future. "Stop cleaning and let me kiss you, already."

He tugged lightly on Mohinder's shoulder to try and get him up and turned around, so he could do just that. His lips held a slight pout, from having to wait so long for this.

"I thought you preferred to listen to me speak," Mohinder said, though he did turn and drop the paper towel so to focus his attention strictly on Gabriel. "I'd do better speaking if I wasn't so distracted by you," he continued, arms slipping happily around Gabriel's neck as he pushed more firmly against the other man's hips. There was no denying that they were both excited. Mohinder didn't hide the fact and stood on his toes to kiss those pouting, sweet lips.

It was a race to the bedroom after that, Mohinder tearing into newly purchased sheets. He assumed Gabriel would be able to bring the other necessities with him.

He shook one sheet out over the mattress cover before he turned again towards the American. "Gabriel?" He knew the man liked how he said his name. "Would you kindly help me with the zipper on these jeans?"

He had almost groaned again when he remembered that they needed to change the sheets. Ugh. He stretched out one hand and the sheet smoothed itself out and tucked itself under the mattress. He'd been actively trying to cut down on his telekinesis use, but surely that would be fine.

Regardless, that would be all the attention the sheets got, because Mohinder was calling for him. And clearly needed his help. "Of course," he said, leaning in for another short kiss. He tugged lightly on Mohinder's lower lip as he pulled away to look at what he was doing. It was actually somewhat tough- jeans weren't the easiest things to remove when tight- but he managed somehow. He pulled down the zipper and pulled the jeans down, leaving the underwear for the moment.

As he rose back up, he let his hands slide across his boyfriend's legs. He had no idea what he was doing, really, he just wanted to touch. Once he was standing, his right hand slid to the front, lightly fondling the tent in the fabric there, feeling out the shape of it. "Was that the sort of help you were looking for?" he asked, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Maybe we could apply it to your shirt, too." He'd be more careful taking the shirt off, mindful of the bruises. But once it was gone, he'd be kissing Mohinder's neck and down to his collarbone, murmuring, "God, you are gorgeous."

Most of the bruising had started to fade and the yellow blended right into his skin tone in a way it wouldn't on a paler person. He still ached but some aches were all right to ignore. All he wanted was Gabriel's hands on him, all he wanted was to continue to feel his fingers climb across his skin. Let the man worship him....as strange as that was, it was also wholly erotic.

Mohinder mentioned the pros of having help with his shirt as well and stood with his arms to his sides as Gabriel unwrapped him. He would willingly be naked, standing there as a feast for soft brown eyes for as long as the American willed it.

The compliment made him smile. "Who I am to question your taste? If you find me so, I'll believe you. I can't rightly say I'm use to hearing it, though. And not from someone gorgeous themselves."

At Mohinder's assertion, Gabriel pulled away from his skin to look at him with surprise. And then he blushed, slightly, as his partner turned that compliment back around on him. "People are blind. That or jealous."

He had been working his way down, but now he leaned in to kiss Mohinder on the lips, slow and sweet. As raring to go as he was for everything else, he did really enjoy the kissing, too. When he pulled away, he looked shy- it wasn't entirely an act, either. "As for me, I had something of a makeover...you saw those old pictures of me. This look's still pretty new. Glad you like it."

He smiled against Mohinder's lips, then worked his way up to an ear. His hands continued to roam, treading lightly over the back, but soon finding perfect places to press and knead. "Uh-oh, looks like I might need help with my clothes, too," he chuckled into Mohinder's ear. "I keep getting distracted somehow."

"And I thought you were so capable," Mohinder purred, his teasing holding absolutely no malice as he curled his fingers in Gabriel's belt loops and hauled him towards the bed. Kneeling upon it, Mohinder took his time undressing Gabriel as he stood in front of him, his long body revealed with the twist of a fine body.

Oh, he did enjoy this. He loved how mutually insync they were and grasped onto it with fast, sure fingers as if he could keep Gabriel with him always.

The thought of 'Sylar' never came up. Perhaps that was because Mohinder completely blocked the thought, perhaps he clung to other, more beautiful angles. It didn't matter at the moment. He couldn't imagine that it ever would.

"Come up here and let me distract you some more," he whispered when they were equally dressed...or undressed!

Gabriel suspected that Mohinder had separated the 'Sylar' personality quite a bit farther than it actually was from himself. But that didn't bother him. It kept him from tripping up on their conversation, bringing everything back to those murders. When it came down to it, they both could use a little bit of denial to their advantage- and Gabriel was convinced he'd never do anything to disappoint Mohinder again, so it wasn't a problem. Jack might mind in a few decades, but hopefully Gabriel would have actually found a way to be a better man by then. And maybe Mohinder will have seen that, too.

But that was a subject to ponder while on the road. They'd finally made it home, and he wouldn't worry about anything while Mohinder was helping him undress. He breathed a sigh of relief as he was freed from his pants. Once all of it was taken care of, he rolled himself onto the bed, somehow ending up in the lotus position and looking up at Mohinder with a mischievous smile.

He put his right hand out, and ran his fingers over Mohinder's chin and down his chest, lightly brushing them over a nipple. "How about we start with you, this time?" he said, still wondering over Mohinder's physique and skin and- just all of him. "What would you like me to do, for you? Or I'll try to fill in, but- I've warned you I'm new at this." He nearly chuckled at that, because he hardly felt lost. He felt like he did when he looked at the watch shop for the first time. "Lucky for me that you're such a good teacher," he added, his left hand coming up to cup Mohinder's cheek. He brushed his thumb against the man's stubble, enjoying the rough feel of it.

It was a novel idea and Mohinder blinked as Gabriel declared that he would act as whatever Mohinder wanted. He'd never had that particular indulgence and he wasn't going to let it go to waste. "Better idea," he countered, however, reaching back for the box of condoms. Yes, he had had Gabriel in his mouth but that didn't mean he couldn't at least attempt to be responsible.

He opened the box quickly and selected one of the foil wrappers at random before he returned to the seated man.

"How about we do this together?"

He kissed Gabriel and with a little more shedding of the wrappings of everything involved int the moment and rolled the condom over his erection. That was the easy part. The rest...well he trusted the other man to figure it out when he coated massive, blunted fingers in lubrication and climbed into his lap.

"It's been a while," Mohinder said, hands on Gabriel's shoulders and in his hair. "So I might caution you to go slowly with me. Fingers first. No, to clarify, finger. Singular. We'll work our way up."

All of the smirking dropped out of Gabriel's face as Mohinder started opening boxes. He smiled more openly, nodding once in acknowledgement at Mohinder's suggestion. His breath hitched as the condom went on, and increased the intensity of the kiss. The lube felt a little strange, but it warmed in his hand as he rubbed at it with this thumb, at least.

"I'll be careful," he promised, pressing a kiss to the corner of Mohinder's mouth. "You'll tell me if anything hurts, I'm sure." Because that would only make sense.

He took a deep breath before he started, ready to focus. He reached down and wrapped his left hand around Mohinder's erection first, tugging lightly on it for a few strokes before pulling it up towards the stomach, more out of the way. With his other hand, he reached down and slid back until he found the right spot. He slathered excess lubrication from his fingers around the outside and gently massaged the area until it felt like Mohinder might take his index finger. He didn't push so much as try to wait for the muscles to work with him. When they did, he was surprised by the force. He smiled at Mohinder, somewhat with uncertainty, and searched the other man's face for clues before leaning in to kiss him. "Okay so far?" He'd wait a minute before trying anything else.

There was no way to lie that it was an uncomfortable process. Mohinder had a look of concentration on his face just prior to the first penetration when he grabbed the back of Gabriel's neck and made a half groaning, half whimpering noise while his erection seemed to bob forward in the scant space between their bodies to brush alongside Gabriel's. He pressed his teeth against his lower lip and shifted his hips back all without any sort of direct signal between body and brain. There was a certain rhythm that a person knew on instinct to help themselves towards pleasure and, the scientist in him might say towards procreation too. And there was a certain rhythm within Indian culture too that helped that out.

It took a moment for his brain to catch on that Gabriel was talking to him and Mohinder wet his lips and struggled to find the space in his mind where his knowledge of the English language was. Never mind. The Tamil was easier.

"Perhaps a little deeper.... Yes that is fine. No-- No need to be so timid. I want more than just your finger." He wasn't exactly sure how he was going to accommodate Gabriel exactly, but the skin would stretch with time and effort. And Mohinder felt increasing impatience for the main event.

Gabriel had been getting better at Tamil, but it wasn't like he'd attempted to translate it in this sort of situation before. There was no way his full concentration was going to be on it, so he missed a little bit of what Mohinder was saying. There was also no way he was going to tell Mohinder to stop, because hearing him speak in Tamil in this context was amazing. The voice dripped over him like honey, and Gabriel shivered slightly. His length twitched and brushed up against Mohinder's again, and that was another spike of pleasure he wasn't expecting. He let out a happy sigh.

"Okay," he said, more to himself than anything else. He pressed his finger further in, finding the muscles that worked with him once more- it was far easier this time, in fact. Once he'd pushed in as deep as it could go, he leaned in for another kiss with Mohinder. His left hand rubbed along Mohinder's thigh, occasionally reaching back to lightly massage his backside. He wasn't sure, but he figured he was waiting for some relaxation back there. The finger inside twitched slightly, eager to move soon.

If Gabriel wanted movement, he would get it in the form of the impatient Indian starting the shift of bodies himself. The groaning turned to a softer sort of moan as he pressed his mouth to Gabriel's and breathed out against his lips. He still tasted of the tea from earlier, and a bit like the sugar biscuit he had nibbled on while they wandered through Tescos. His teeth caught Gabriel's upper lip, perhaps just a bit too roughly to be traditionally pleasant, but the moment had called for it.

Scientifically speaking, anal sex was a pleasurable experience for all involved if done correctly and either Gabriel's aptitude or their deep seated sexual tension, one that had started from the moment they met, was making this particular act extremely pleasurable indeed. Mohinder could feel his muscles clenching and pulsing whenever he swiveled his hips a certain way and, in all honesty, the finger wasn't enough.

Not when he felt himself burning.

Gabriel's question caused the Indian to nod almost furiously. "More." English. "Please, hurry--" Tamil.

Something else came in French. Gabriel was going to have to learn that one next!

'Oh there we go,' Gabriel thought as Mohinder's kiss turned more rough and he started moving. The bite to his lip made him breathe heavier- maybe it wasn't traditionally pleasant, but he enjoyed knowing how far he had pushed the other man.

Mohinder's pleading struck something deep in him and his mouth went dry for a moment. He slowly (probably maddeningly) pulled out his finger and then pushed in with two. He moved a little faster this time, feeling the muscles press but not push him out. Once he'd pushed in all the way, he wiggled his fingers slowly, working it open slightly more. He then started moving, working those fingers in and out to work with the way Mohinder was moving.

Gabriel had stopped asking if Mohinder was okay. He was fairly certain it'd be obvious from here on out, if he hit something wrong. His eyes wandered, taking in Mohinder as well as he could. He yearned to press into Mohinder, but more than anything else, he wanted to make sure he did this right. Mohinder deserved nothing less.

Given the demure and somewhat self righteous stance that the scientist and professor often took, the somewhat elitist accent he had and the softness of his spoken voice, that there was such a fiery soul beneath all of that was probably the find of the century... And all Gabriel's. Mohinder could only ride the particular pleasure for so long before he felt his entire being giving in to that sensation alone.

Gabriel had wanted to start him first and now he was kickstarted and ready to go. One hot hand closed around the object destined to draw them as close as was possible to each other and gave a good, firm squeeze. Perhaps that brush with reality allowed his mind to click back into focus. Red lips parted in an amorous smile.

"I only need you to tell me how you want me," Mohinder whispered, cheeks a decidedly coppery tone.

Gabriel had known what lay hidden beneath Mohinder's stand-offish exterior. He had always known, ever since meeting him at Zane's and seeing the joy it brought the man to see someone else using their power- but it wasn't confirmed until they really knew each other. This was the same man who had gritted his teeth and raised his gun at Sylar, who stared at him then with sharp, determined eyes. Gabriel would have always used the word 'passionate' to describe him...just in a more abstract and less physical way. He was surprised more people didn't see it. But then, Gabriel was good at finding hidden treasures.

Watching Mohinder enjoy what he was doing was a great pleasure all in its own. He was achingly hard by the time the other man grabbed onto him, and the squeeze brought a heavy gasp. For some reason, he hadn't expected the sensations to carry him along to this degree.

And now Mohinder was giving him a choice. He had to take a moment to collect himself and think, because he really wanted Mohinder in every way possible. But this was what he wanted first. "Ah...I want to be able to see your face." He leaned forward to kiss those red lips, almost as if to point out the necessity. "Lay back?" he asked. Now it was time for Gabriel to shift to his knees. He moved somewhat gingerly- everything was so sensitive right now. And Mohinder had to be feeling it ten times more.

Ignoring where the head of the bed was, Mohinder mostly just fell backwards, legs still over Gabriel's and knees bent and spread. One hand fell alongside his pillow, the other stroked long, clever fingers across the muscles of his chest.

He was more than ready, cock at attention and almost begging for a touch...or a tease. He wanted the tension to build first, he wanted to feel Gabriel deep inside of him and he said some truly dirty things to that effect in that soft, well educated voice of his, body heaving in anticipated delight.

"I feel as if I might die if you're not soon inside of me, Gabriel," he whined.

Gabriel had to take a second to appreciate the man laid out in front of him. He stared wantonly, hardly believing this was real. But he could feel Mohinder's fingers running through the hairs on his chest, tugging lightly as him and sometimes slicking over with sweat. If he could just memorize this moment...

And then Mohinder started speaking, saying things that would make him blush furiously in other circumstances. He could barely stand it, it was so good already.

The whine finally set him in motion. "Well, we wouldn't want that, would we?" he said, his voice breathy and near stuttering. He grabbed some more lube and rubbed it over his own cock, figuring they might need a little more by now. Of course, as soon as his hand started moving, he wasn't thinking much of anything. He noticed Mohinder's bobbing cock and couldn't help but reach for it as well. He rubbed it lightly, but he didn't want to delay them any longer.

He rubbed Mohinder's thighs and gently pulled them up, so he could see a little better. He decided against asking Mohinder to tell him if his back started hurting- he didn't want to put the thought in his mind, when they were both experiencing such pleasure. But he'd keep an eye out. Now, though, it was time. He sucked in a slightly heavy breath, almost panting, and guided his erection toward that inviting hole. He merely pressed the tip against it at first, rubbing lightly. He waited until the head was practically sucked in. The sensation was so surprising that he closed his eyes and groaned heavily, a shudder going through him. His mind blanked entirely for the moment, as he just felt everything.

Afraid he might burst, Mohinder guided thick fingers up his own chest and away from his erection. There would be time for that when he was further satisfied by being filled and stretched, a sensation he had never thought that he might actually like. It had been something to tolerate before, something one did while holding onto a pillow and finishing one's self off with the friction of the mattress or one's own hand at the conclusion. Mohinder hadn't hated it, but he had never wanted it as much as he did now, Gabriel threatening to split him open before he finally followed through and left the Indian gasping his name in a thick, whimpering mewl.

Mohinder kept his eyes open, kept his eyes directed on Gabriel's face so that the other man could see his in return. He nodded quickly, shuttering, the pain in his back ignored.

If Gabriel had any worries, he could use a bit of that ever useful telekinesis to do all sorts of things to make Mohinder more comfortable. If he could even focus that much. And if not, well what did it really matter when he could just enjoy being filled completely?

There were several long and terrible moments when Mohinder almost felt himself panic. Gabriel was too large, too thick. He wasn't lubricated enough. He didn't stretch him wide enough. The Indian gasped-- and then he felt the press of bellies together when Gabriel could not push himself in further. Mohinder's hand shook as he pressed half moon circles into tight biceps. His toes had curled and he twisted, pain localized but pleasant and hot in his stomach, until he was curved in the most pleasing way beneath his lover.

"Gabriel-- A moment. Wait. Stay this way-- Let me... Oh god...!"

This was even better than he had imagined. It was all more real, more present, more raw. He had to remind himself to not just press himself immediately into that heat, but to take it slow. He hardly wanted to hurt Mohinder.

His eyes opened as he moved, and he watched Mohinder with a keen eye. He had considered using telekinesis to make things more comfortable, and he might try still, but he hadn't been sure he could keep it up. Now that he'd felt this, he knew he couldn't. Not this time, anyway. It just meant he'd have to try that later.

A couple times Gabriel saw Mohinder's face contort in what looked like pain. He would stop and caress Mohinder's face and his chest (which now sported sweat from both of them). Mohinder never said anything and never looked like it was too far, so he'd continue when it seemed safe enough. He'd have to take breaks for himself, too- occasionally it would feel like his mind just dribbled out of his ear and he'd have to let all the sensations wash over him. He'd let it all out in a heavy groan and wait for sense to float back to him.

He was surprised to find he'd made it so far when his stomach pressed against Mohinder's cock, and then his stomach. He breathed heavily, listening to the noises his lover made and letting out a few whines and moans of his own. The loudest came when he felt the man's fingernails squeezing into his arms. He wondered if that would leave marks- he hoped it would.

This time, Mohinder actually told him to wait, and he nodded, his mouth hanging open. It shaped itself into an open, hopeful smile, and he leaned down to kiss the man rather haphazardly on the lips. "Yeah... You doing okay? I'll wait as long as you want." That was partially because even staying still in this position felt like heaven.

Mohinder wrapped long, copper legs around Gabriel's waist as he was driven into the mattress and locked his heels together. His calves and thighs strained beautifully, taut flesh catching the curve of hip bones.

He was still breathing hard, still trying his best to catch his breath when Gabriel spoke.

Mohinder felt almost like a deer caught in the high beams of a truck. No one asked these things. No one cared. He lifted his hand to Gabriel's face and while he didn't doubt him when he said he loved him, Mohinder felt truly loved at this moment. It had nothing to do with pleasure or libido or need.

Gabriel wasn't just in love with him, he cared for his well being.

Lifting his head, Mohinder kissed Gabriel with such sweetness and then stretched out beneath him, arms lifting to lengthen his torso further.

"Now... Slowly.... Make love to me slowly," he whispered, "so that I can feel every moment and remember it all."

Gabriel had some questions to ask later, relating to the amount of surprise Mohinder kept showing at him asking (what he considered) basic questions. If he was the most empathetic partner Mohinder had ever had, then he might have to go have a Talk with those other shining examples of humanity. But he wasn't going to ruin the moment with anything like that now.

He groaned happily under Mohinder's lips, loving the care with which the man kissed him. He did his best to give it back, only releasing those lips when Mohinder stretched his arm above his head. The request made him pant, and he smiled at the man under him, leaning in to kiss him briefly one more time. This he could do, he thought. He wanted the both of them to remember this night, this moment, forever.

He lifted himself slightly off of Mohinder's chest, so they weren't so connected any longer, and after planting his two hands to either side of Mohinder's head, he began slowly- very slowly- shifting out. This he wasn't sure of, whether his lover needed more time, or whether he could be a little less cautious. So until Mohinder stopped making all those pained faces, he'd stick with cautious. He was letting Mohinder set this pace entirely.

But that wasn't the only thing he was doing, of course. He arched his back, now that he was up on his hands, and his head came down to kiss Mohinder's neck. He lapped at what he could reach, and even ran his hand over Mohinder's chest, lightly tweaking one of the nipples. There was so much to learn about Mohinder's body, what he liked. He watched Mohinder's face to help guide him. That and- well, he figured that Mohinder, of all people, would come out and say what he wanted.

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