Heroes, "Selective" Mohinder/Sylar ficlet

[quirkysmuse]

Fandom: Heroes
Title: Selective
Author: Paynesgrey (quirkysmuse)
Character/Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Introspection/Drama
Spoilers: Season 3
Word Count: 473
Notes: Written for the "occupation" theme at heroes_contest.
Summary: Mohinder sometimes made bad decisions.



Mohinder was a highly intelligent doctor, but he had to remind himself that his life was no longer the same. Though he had many degrees and honors to fill up his resume, it did not save him from being hunted like the others with abilities.

He was still a doctor by the basic definition, yet the title did not hinder him from making bad decisions, which usually lead to even worse consequences. One would think being intelligent would inspire better foresight, but in Mohinder’s case, his choices were sometimes a bit more selective.

As such choices go; calling upon Sylar whenever Mohinder wanted was not a sane decision. A sane decision would not have led Mohinder here, under Sylar’s maniacal grip as he pushed him down over his own dining room table.

Of course, Mohinder did struggle. He stabbed Sylar, he kicked him, and he even spat on him, as juvenile as it was. It only enticed the monster, and Mohinder regretted his unusual habit of cavorting with serial killers – one to be more precise.

“Now, now, Doctor. It was your idea that we meet,” Sylar said, and Mohinder blurted out a belligerent response, something lame and unbelievable that only made his assailant laugh.

Mohinder had felt foolish as usual. He’d continue to put up a fight, and though he was no match for Sylar’s numerous powers, he knew well enough that Sylar liked the resistance; it got him off, which was the real reason for this encounter.

“You never could stay still,” he mused with delight, and truthfully, Mohinder could have stopped struggling minutes ago. He could have given up, for the end result would always be the same.

“Bastard,” he gritted through his teeth, and Sylar’s one eyebrow rose. It was just another game to him, and Mohinder couldn’t argue against it.

The game was Mohinder’s choice. The role of the victim was a fraud. Their deal was unspoken – natural, as if it was some every day job routine.

Sylar’s fingers were no longer static, and Mohinder fought even harder, scratching at Sylar’s face, and scoring a hearty punch against him that knocked him off his feet. Sylar’s wicked smile slightly faltered, and Mohinder was flat on his back again when telekinesis won over brute strength.

“Just relax already,” Sylar said. His voice was poisonous but hidden behind the veneer of a lullaby. It was the tone that always subdued him.

Mohinder could struggle, but there was no point. Sylar’s fingers dipped into his clothes and slid them away. His hands were on him, mapping him, deftly remembering all the curves and angles that he’d stored to tactile memory. Sylar watched him in anticipation. Mohinder released a strangled sigh, letting one motion converge into the next.

Sometimes Mohinder made terrible choices, but the end result was usually too alluring to deny.

Comments

[levitatethis.livejournal.com]

I really like this. It's a very interesting take on Mohinder and Sylar's relationship, in a way that still keeps them in character but allows for something far more intimate between them. I like how you detail the difference between academic smarts and social smarts. Mohinder makes very difficult choices and they don't always serve him well. In the case of Sylar, however, it's a decision he can't explain to others but does so almost instinctively, in a way that's so natural to him.

Love the idea of them still going through the motions of battling each other while knowing full well that's simply the necessary foreplay. They both want this. The attitude and emotions are real but also facades until it's all stripped away.

Very nicely done.

[quirkysmuse.livejournal.com]

Wow, thank you so much for the great comment. I'm so glad you picked up on all those things.

I appreciate it. :)

[mabetini.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhh.....WONDERFUL.


“Just relax already,” Sylar said. His voice was poisonous but hidden behind the veneer of a lullaby. It was the tone that always subdued him.


I looooooove that bit, it gave me chills.

[quirkysmuse.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it. XD

[quirkysmuse.livejournal.com]

Thank you!