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Who: Gabriel and Mohinder with appearances by Jack Harkness and JC.
When: July 20, after this thread of doom.
What: Mohinder and Gabriel accept Jack's invitation and join Torchwood.

Mohinder might as well have had his hands and nose pressed to the ass as the SUV descended on the platform from the plaza above. The Hub was darker and less clinical than he had imagined from the way Jack had spoken briefly about Torchwood Institute. The walls were either brick of off white ceramic subway tiles, shaped like a massive tube around a central core. Walkways and stairs connected levels above and below them and rooms seemed to jut off from the main area like the spokes of a wheel.

No wonder Jack called it a Hub.

Wide eyed and half confused, when the car stopped moving, Mohinder jumped out of it to examine the winch system and try to find the opening they had slowly dropped through, though that had disappeared. He gripped the yellow industrial lift control box, which looked like something out of a warehouse or a mine, and frowned at the buttons.

"I was expecting something more... Futuristic, I suppose," Mohinder muttered to himself and set out around the catwalk, trying to look both up and down at the same time.

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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.

Oh Gabriel would get his lectures. He would direct nearly everything, not out of a need for control but some deep seated desire to narrate his own life. The first dozen thrusts were not entirely a pleasure, though not entirely painful either. Discomfort might have been a more genuine word for it and he made deep and penetrating breaths even as Gabriel penetrated him. He invited the man closer first, invited him to drop his arms down against his own so that the sweat of their skin mingled.

Mohinder directed the pace at first with his lips and tongue and then, when discomfort washed away to a deep tingling and then utter bliss, the Indian moved his body instead, professor turned conductor.

He wasn't sure what he found most beautiful. Gabriel's voice as he tried to hold on for as long as possible in the slick, molten heat of his lover's body? No. The way he panted against his neck? No. The stretch of it, the way his body enveloped the other? No, not even that. It was their skin, he decided, Gabriel's pale hands on his darker skin, the slap of his balls, the slick feel of exertion--

It actually took a moment for him to realise that the turn of his head brough all of their glorious beauty into view through the reflection of the oval stand mirror by the closet door. The friction against his cock left his heart pounding and his moans thick in his throat. It shadowed his next command. "Gabriel... Turn your head to the left... See how beautiful this is!"

It wouldn't take too long. Watching Gabriel make love to him on the top of the feeling of it left him on the edge of orgasm.

Gabriel happily followed all the instructions, and was very pleased to have them. Mohinder knew what he was doing far more than Gabriel did. It wasn't long before the directions moved Gabriel on from being the awkward first-timer, worried about doing it correctly, to just enjoying himself.

As Mohinder started to move, Gabriel found himself getting lost in the rhythm and the surprises that Mohinder's body brought. The slight twist of his hip, the feeling of sweat-soaked legs on his back, the catch and thrust of Mohinder's cock against his stomach- it all worked together to build on each other.

He found, before too long, that he had lost control of his mouth, and was therefore making noises he never thought he'd be capable of. Grunts and rumbles gave way to surprised sighs and, eventually, pleading. He didn't even know what he was pleading for, just that he was using that tone to tell Mohinder how much he loved this, and how much he loved him. He did, of course, still keep an ear open for any more delicious instructions.

And there one was. He hadn't even noticed the mirror in the room. They had been far too focused on each other. But when he looked over, that was what he saw. The view itself was ridiculously hot, but it was the details that really made it- seeing the contrasting skin tones, the shine of sweat, and the way both of their mouths seemed to gravitate towards each other practically made Gabriel swoon. He stared for a moment, still thrusting, then turned his attention back to the real Mohinder.

He pressed in harder, faster, his eyes fluttering shut and then opening again, not wanting to miss a second. "It's so beautiful- you're so beautiful." His breathy voice was insistent as he reached down in between them to wrap a hand around Mohinder's cock. He was trying his best to hold on, but it was kind of amazing he had lasted this long. He didn't want to leave Mohinder hanging on this edge. A slight touch of telekinesis, used rather instinctually, managed to keep him upright, even while leaning on one arm. "Mohinder..."

Mohinder finally closed his eyes as he drew Gabriel back down for a few more kisses. He couldn't pay attention to anything more than the physical sensation at the moment, though as soon as he broke (the contraction of Gabriel's abdominal muscles and hitching breath was enough to do it), emotion welled up and he wrapped all of his limbs around his lover.

The American didn't need to move, the way Mohinder clamped down on him ought to be enough, hopefully, to finish him off, because the Indian wasn't about to let him go. He worked himself up and down Gabriel's length a few more times with the power of his own hips, but Mohinder was completely exhausted, on the verge of a giggle fit, and possibly even tears.

Sex was good even when it was bad but this did something to him, it was almost cathartic, like they had been destined for this moment from the first time Gabriel opened the door at Zane's Virginia Beach home and they locked eyes.

"I love you," he whispered quietly in the after glow, skin shimmering and muscles finally relaxing.

Gabriel had expected to come with a yell or a scream during this whole thing, but he was too far gone to do any of that. Instead, he held his breath, as if trying to hold onto that moment forever. With one last thrust to try and push through those even tighter muscles around him, he let it all go. When he was done, he let out all the air he'd been holding in one large, contented, choked sigh.

While he was still in the midst of being shocked with how wonderful that felt, something even more amazing happened. Mohinder said it. Something he suspected, but didn't completely know for sure to be the case. Gabriel's face broke into a wide grin, and he reached up to push some of his mussed-up hair back as he basked in that statement. "I love you, too," he replied simply.

With care, he pulled himself out of Mohinder, sliding carefully. The condom had caught everything, so before allowing himself to lay down, he got out and headed to the bathroom to dispose of it. Quick as a (somewhat woozy) flash, he returned and collapsed onto the bed next to Mohinder, placing a sweaty arm over him and leaning over to kiss him. If he could, he'd be purring right now- as it was, he merely looked more content than Mohinder had probably ever seen him.

The last thing Mohinder wanted was to be alone in the bed, but Gabriel was quick and it gave Mohinder a moment to dab himself off as well before he was gathered back up.

Mohinder immediately cuddled into Gabriel's embrace and spread his fingers across Gabriel's forearm as he tucked his head under his chin. "That wasn't the worst way to celebrate our new positions at the Torchwood Institute," Mohinder laughed, pressing his lips against any part of flesh he could reach. The stubble growing on Gabriel's throat tickled his nose but he was rather sure that the peach fuzz on his head was doing the same to his lover.

He was going to suggest ordering pizza later and just staying in bed for the rest of the evening.

Who knew what tomorrow would hold for them after all?

Oh good, Mohinder liked cuddling. This shouldn't have been a surprising revelation to Gabriel, seeing as how comfortable Mohinder was with casual touches earlier. But he had honestly never thought about it before. Neither had he thought about the fact that Gabriel himself wanted it badly, to touch and to be touched after something so intense. He never would've thought he would, either, but it was confirmation that he was still wanted.

He followed Mohinder's lead on lightly kissing everywhere he could reach and murmured a wordless agreement to the statement about it being a celebration. Now that he was fully relaxed, words were not coming to him easily. It felt like every minute there was something new and wonderful to enjoy.

Laughter and smiles would come very easily that night, and once his vocabulary returned to him, Gabriel would tell Mohinder that this was the best day of his life. It was the only way to describe what he felt. Pizza and a night in bed would only continue the trend. For once, Gabriel was not at all concerned about his future.

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