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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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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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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.

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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..."

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.