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Who: Torchwood + Killgrave
When: January 10th
What: The gang meets a different sort of pheromone driven asshole

They'd been engaged for a few weeks now, but Mohinder had not grown tired of it in the slightest. His face actually hurt from the sheer around of grinning he had been doing and luckily, he was well liked enough not to have everyone at work hating his guts for being on the level of a Disney princess with the way he kept humming or sighing and staring off into the distance.

Gabriel had been off on some sort of mission with Jim, which he knew ended up tiring them both out since neither really got on, and as always when he knew that his fiancé could return at any moment and the vortex opening klaxon went off, Mohinder wrapped up what he was doing, removed his gloves, and went to go and hopefully greet Gabriel immediately after his return. He'd done the same twice today already, though the first time had been the return of Mitchell and Henry and the second was a false alarm.

Those false alarms had been happening a lot recently. Jack said that the Rift was acting up, opening vortexes for a split second in multiple realities when one of their agents did so to return home. He said that there was nothing to worry about, that the false alarms couldn't possibly remain open long enough for anyone or thing to come through.

So far, he'd been right.

But as Mohinder came to lean over the railing of the catwalk overlooking the return platform, he couldn't help but frown. He didn't recognize the person that was standing there. Technically, that was very possible. Sometime the manipulators didn't get the time just right. This could be an agent from the past or future. They tended to right themselves out pretty quickly. "Hello?"

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Gabriel was a little surprised that Mohinder was suggesting an immediate break. He figured the scientist would want to work on things a little longer- which might turn into a lot longer, considering Mohinder's work ethic. But it wouldn't be surprising if Mohinder was feeling a little fragile by now, and they honestly both needed some reassurance.

So as they turned towards the exit, Gabriel's eyes slid halfway closed and he smiled in contentment. "Good idea," he replied to Mohinder's suggestion about dinner. It'd be good to properly thank Jack.

Gabriel squeezed Mohinder's hand, and it felt like a lifeline. Getting out of the Hub itself and back into the sun always helped give Gabriel some perspective, and this time was no different. The walk back to the cottage was pleasant, and was a good transition to the ideas of both Safe and Home. As soon as they entered the garden, Gabriel pulled Mohinder close, cupped his cheek, and kissed him gently. Gabriel nearly always started with gentleness, even if they didn't always end up that way.

Though Mohinder had gotten over a good portion of his skittishness, it was still a pleasure to have Gabriel begin gently with him. No sudden movements, no grabbing-- It was what he needed. There could be pinning to the wall (with hands!) after that.

With winter coming, their little garden had lost it's bloom. The leaves were dried and crackling, but it was still warm enough for Mohinder not to be too upset at being waylaid outside.

He sank, as expected, into that kiss and followed it up with a harder nip to Gabriel's lower lip before pulling them back to the front door.

There was only so much their neighbours truly cared to see.

Gabriel just hadn't been able to wait those last few steps. It was enough of a wait walking home hand-in-hand with someone who looked as amazing as Mohinder. Gabriel had been acutely aware of every lick of those pink lips, every glance back in his direction. He hadn't messed up his chances with this brilliant, beautiful man. It was worth celebrating.

He liked to be gentle with Mohinder. There was no question about him being Gabriel that way. Of course, he didn't mind Mohinder pushing it forward at all, either. Mohinder nipping at his lip caused him to happily grunt as Mohinder pulled them inside.

As soon as the door closed, he dove in for another kiss. It was as if gravity had pulled their lips together into a crash. All of Gabriel's tension was flowing out of him, and a good deal of it went into that kiss. He ran a hand through Mohinder's hair and the other hand settled on the man's waist, as he began guiding them towards the bedroom. They didn't always make it to the bed, but it didn't hurt to try for it.

It tended to be better on Mohinder's back or his knees when they made it to bed. He couldn't just regenerate like certain other members of their partnership and so any care he could manage was well and truly worth taking.

Gabriel at least made it to the bed this time, darker fingers working at his belt as he pushed the American to the edge of the bed before he knelt between his knees.

There was just something he enjoyed about how powerful he felt over Gabriel with the man in his mouth, the whole thing most psychological since Gabriel had nothing to fear from him, but he indulged himself whenever possible.

It was growing dark outside. It was dark in their bedroom as well. Luckily! He'd not bothered to shutter the windows.

Of course, Gabriel could shutter the windows without moving, but his mind wasn't exactly on that right now. Besides, the twilight outside created the best shadows over Mohinder's perfect face. Gabriel brushed a thumb over the stubble on Mohinder's chin, spending far more time paying attention to that than he was to getting his jeans off.

Soon, however, the jeans had become a problem, and he abandoned touching Mohinder for just a moment to pull them down over his hips. His briefs went along with them, because why not bypass that step?

Gabriel appreciated that Mohinder went for this immediately. He was right to feel powerful in that position- Gabriel was at Mohinder's mercy here. At some point, a game had been made of getting Gabriel to make all sorts of noises that only Mohinder would hear. Just anticipating the attention, Gabriel was already half-hard, and his fingers were pleading in the way they swirled and twitched while running through Mohinder's hair. "You are too good to me," he stated, already starting to run out of breath.

Lips a crimson red, Mohinder looked up from a long lick up Gabriel's thigh and laughed softly. "You'll one day see you, all of you, as I see you."

Sylar had been a stumbling block. A weapon. They had long since known that his ability was a blessing and a curse and that he had been used and cultivated so horribly as to become a monster.

It was no longer a question of why either. Why? Because the Company had been curious.

Mohinder took his time. This wasn't foreplay for him. This wasn't exactly service either. Gabriel benefited, but he did too. He stroked himself through his trousers and he went down on his lover. Five minutes... Ten-- Gabriel would not be allowed release until Mohinder allowed it.

He wanted to know what it was that Mohinder saw in him. It was often a mystery to Gabriel- one he didn't often care to try and solve. He took Mohinder's love as the best fortune, and as a sign that Gabriel had somehow muddled through the right things to do. So Mohinder's statement made him smile with a sincerity he was still rather unused to.

The gentle, open smile didn't last very long, though. As soon as Mohinder focused attention back on Gabriel's body, his breath hitched, and that was just the beginning. He knew he'd probably be in for a long, slow build-up this time, and he tried to hold it in as long as he could.

His fingers twitched as he realized Mohinder was stroking himself, and a careful application of telekinesis added just a bit of light rolling pressure on the most neglected places. He knew from experience that he wouldn't be able to keep that up for too long- Mohinder always got him too distracted to do anything but moan- but for a little while it should feel good.

His deep moans began to increase in pitch as Mohinder worked. Gabriel had given up lightly stroking fingers over Mohinder's head and was now just doing what he could to stay upright. Eventually, the pleading noises gave way to actual begging. "Mohinder...please, please...it's perfect..." He nearly squeaked as his fiancé expertly pushed him so very close.

It would take a little more begging, but he wasn't entirely cruel and he certainly didn't have the proper stamina in his cheeks or his tongue to continue like this indefinitely. Now wouldn't that be a fantastic ability-- Perhaps his head ought to be more on the act itself and less on everything else, but he was still a scientist, and he still had the random thoughts that every human being did

Cupping Gabriel's balls, Mohinder would finally tip over into the final pressure he needed to give way the game and let Gabriel finally enjoy himself.

The tugging in his hair was a nice little treat, and Mohinder carefully milked what he could from his lover before climbing over him to snuggle against his chest.

What man could really resist being called perfect? Gabriel wasn't the only one with an ego to stroke...Mohinder just did it a little more heathily when he indulged from time to time.

Gabriel was still shuddering with pleasure, his skin feeling oversensitive after he was subjected to all that attention. He let out a (still fairly high-pitched) sigh as Mohinder settled against his chest. And although he was sweaty- well, he didn't mind having his skin slide against Mohinder's as they shifted. It was very pleasant, and could easily turn into more if Mohinder wanted to continue.

"Mmm, I still can't believe how good you are with that. It takes me a little longer to recover every time. Maybe you've found a new way to wear down the regen," he added, slightly amused at the idea. You're not the only one to have thoughts about abilities at inappropriate times, Mohinder. "What an amazing weakness that would be," he said, smiling with tired eyes at Mohinder.

Mohinder pushed himself up on an elbow and laughed, hardly unkindly, his eyes dancing. He was still full erect, trapped inside his jeans, and Gabriel would help him work off that pressure too in short order, but there was always something Mohinder did truly love about being able to have these conversations with his fiancé in the middle of...everything.

They could always speak with one another. It was the basis of their relationship. It was the basis of everything, right back from the phone call that Mohinder accepted to return to Isaac's loft so that he could stop Sylar from blowing the entire city to pieces.

Mohinder traced a finger along Gabriel's lower lip.

"If there's anything I like being in the entire world more than your weakness, I'll never think of it. I must be very responsible from here on out with you." He kissed a stumbled chin and jawline with tired, throbbing lips.

Gabriel grinned as Mohinder spoke. "Oh, that'll be so very different," he said, sighing happily as Mohinder kissed his chin. His fiancé's face was somehow even more perfect than usual, with lips an even deeper color and a satisfied tiredness to it. Gabriel kissed wherever he could reach on Mohinder's head, and ran one fingertip over Mohinder's ear, down his neck. It was nice just to touch sometimes.

Of course, not-touching could have its benefits, too, occasionally. He started raising Mohinder in the air with telekinesis, just half an inch so he would start to work those jeans off. This was a bit of a delicate operation, but luckily delicate manipulation had been the majority of his recent practice, so he was unlikely to be anything but gentle here.

Even with the events of the day fading away, however, he was careful to take Mohinder's reactions into significant consideration. If the TK made Mohinder uncomfortable at all, it'd be instantly gone. Gabriel kissed Mohinder again. "Now, you have on entirely too many clothes. Let me help with that."

As long as Gabriel took care and Mohinder knew what was happening, he didn't succumb to the skittishness he might otherwise normally feel. Floating suddenly above Gabriel and the bed was surreal, and Mohinder spread his arms away from his body with a laugh that was caught by a reaching kiss and swallowed up.

Gabriel was getting remarkably gifted, growing in his ability. That he could float Mohinder and still have the dexterity to undo his trousers was a rather difficult thing, but Gabriel moved as if on muscle memory.

He would save the praises for later.

"Very astute. I am wearing far too much," he grinned, fingers carding through Gabriel's hair.

Gabriel could see the praise in Mohinder's eyes, anyway. Mohinder was not afraid of him- had not been afraid of him for quite some time. The reminder of what he once was hadn't changed that, and it was very reassuring.

The feeling of fingers pulling through his hair didn't hurt either, and helped him focused as he gently (but quickly) pulled every single article of clothing off of Mohinder. He did have to wait until he was done to use his hands in any significant way, but that only increased the anticipation as he saw more and more of Mohinder's smooth skin be revealed.

Once he was finished, Gabriel lowered Mohinder back down and reached out to brush a hand over his fiancé's waist and hip. It was not a question what he was working his way towards. He took Mohinder's cock in hand, stroking fingers over it lightly before wrapping his hand around it. "That's better," he said quietly, his bright smile and dark eyes full of promise. "Now, what would you like? You know I'll do anything for you." He could think of a few good options, but giving Mohinder more options rather than less was definitely the order of the day.

Mohinder so often purred that the velvety sigh he gave once hands were on his skin directly might be called something usual, no matter how pleasant. He nibbled at Gabriel's ear in a partial attempt to keep his voice down, though following through with that was somewhat difficult all things considered. His hips were already in a motion against the paler palm of his lover and though sex and pleasure tended to wipe his mind clean, he had to admit that being given choices--

How could he not wish for that?

There was no rhyme or reason to the way he and Gabriel made love. They did not generally subscribe to roles either.

And Mohinder, perhaps because of his cultural roots, or perhaps it was just true about scientists and their pent up fantasies, but he was quite the kinky thing.

"A moment."

He left the bed and Gabriel's hand and after removing his shirt to be naked save for his shoes and shadows in the darkening room, padded to drawer they kept some of their toys in.

He removed a large bronze coloured dildo and tossed it to Gabriel. "Do you think you can pay attention enough to fuck me with that while I fuck you?"

Why did that accent turn that word so deliciously lecherous?

Gabriel watched with anticipation as Mohinder got up off the bed. Mohinder had introduced him to all sorts of things that he'd found he really enjoyed. This would undoubtedly be something fun.

And then Mohinder was throwing a dildo his way. Gabriel's eyebrows went up and a wide grin came to his face with what the scientist proposed. And the way it was proposed- Gabriel wondered if that voice of Mohinder's could make him come all on its own, someday. The lewdness of it was especially delicious.

"You know I always love a challenge," Gabriel responded happily, reaching back into a drawer on the bedside table for some lubrication. He pulled back all the sheets, having to get off the bed himself to do so. And then he looked at the items, and then back to Mohinder, and he took a break in preparations in order to lean up against Mohinder, skin-to-skin, and kissed him- deeply, passionately. It was over in a moment, but Gabriel was feeling too happy to let more time go by without at least touching Mohinder. Everything was better around him.

His fingers linking with Mohinder's, he tugged him back onto the bed. And then he began the 'arduous' task of lubing up his fingers. "I don't know, though, are you going to last?" he asked, clearly teasing. His other hand was already reaching for the man's cock again, stroking it lightly but continuously. He loved being able to get Mohinder to purr and wanted to hear it again. He suspected he'd be working his fiancé open shortly enough.

"Likely not," Mohinder breathed. "Which is why I wanted to satisfy you first."

Mohinder would end up lasting far longer than he had originally thought he might, though he did accuse Gabriel of being cruel when it came to the way he clenched around him and the speed he at which he worked the device.

They were both deliciously sweaty before too long and given that Mohinder had Gabriel on his knees, it was easy to grab more at that thick hair and really hit home with the wet sound of skin hitting skin.

He certainly wasn't quiet either, not before he felt all of the muscles in his lower abdomen tighten. Not after either. He released with a cry, head thrown back and fingers digging into fleshy hips.

Gabriel didn't know what it was, but Mohinder tugging on his hair always pushed him that little extra bit further. Every time Mohinder pulled on it, Gabriel whimpered or moaned or even yelled a couple times. It felt so good that Gabriel wondered how he'd gotten by without knowing about it.

His attention was kept focused by the telekinetic push and pull in and out of Mohinder. He had forgotten that he wouldn't be looking in that direction, so that added another layer of difficulty. But he was able to feel out the resistance, and it was one motion, back and forth- he timed the thrusts to go along with Mohinder's, then against them. And then...he kind of lost the rhythm, but that was okay because Mohinder had already called him cruel. He found the term laughable, in this context.

He shuddered as Mohinder came inside him, feeling those fingers dig in. It was a little too early for him to climax again (apparently regen didn't help with refractory periods), but it felt so, so good. Gabriel let out a low cry and slumped onto the bed as soon as Mohinder's muscles above him started to go slack. He was having a rough time holding himself in place by that point.

"Mmm, oh. Oh god, that's good," he gasped out as he basked in the glow of it all. Telekinetically, he slowly eased the dildo out and set it aside. Rolling to the side, he pulled Mohinder down on top of him, if he would go. There would be kisses on sweaty skin and murmurs of the greatness and perfection of it all for the next few minutes. Gabriel was, somewhat oddly, the cuddling type.

Gabriel could cuddle. Mohinder loved cuddling so it was just as well. They had a very healthy, almost voracious sex life but every time felt like coming home. Mohinder, as he was now at least, couldn't decide where he and Gabriel had their demarcations sometimes. They might have different colour skins and different body types and different just about everything, really, but Mohinder had decided that they were just one whole so blending their differing parts made sense.

Everything ached so deliciously and though he probably would wander back to the Hub early in the morning, night there was only Gabriel. As it should be.

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