Matt locked the door and slowly made his way through the quiet apartment. It was late and he didn't want to wake up the rest of the household. He peaked into Molly's room and smiled as he watched her sleep.

Reassured that she was sleeping peacefully, he turned toward his room for some much needed sleep of his own. Matt froze on his way as he heard a muffled cry, he reached out with his mind but he didn't sense anyone else in the apartment other than himself, Mohinder, and Molly. But, with the sudden appearance of Sylar, anything was possible. He grabbed his gun and checked it, inching forward to Mohinder's room.

"Mohinder?" He called out, inching the door open. Matt stopped as he caught sight of Mohinder sprawled out on his bed, his dark skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. He swallowed hard, unable to look away from the sight before him.

It was like he had stepped into his own fantasy, Mohinder stretched out before him in wantonly pleasure. His breathing hitched, his skin flushed with desire as he lazily ran his hand over his stomach, inching closer to his straining erection.

Mohinder moaned once more and Matt stepped forward, itching to touch the exposed skin, to kiss those parted lips. He had attempted to cross the lines of friendship a few weeks before, but Mohinder had refused, stating that he wasn't ready.

And now, Matt couldn't help but wonder what Mohinder was dreaming about. Who had captivated the doctor's heart?

He knew it was an invasion of privacy, but he needed to know- to see what Mohinder was dreaming about. He took a step closer and concentrated, easily slipping into Mohinder's mind.

It was like stepping into a movie, the setting was the same- the bedroom was dark except for a trail of moonlight that swept over Mohinder's bed. He gulped as the images sharpened and he was able to make out Mohinder straining against restraints as his lover covered him with kisses. Mohinder's eyes were dilated with lust, his head thrown back, moaning as the figure with the long limbs and dark hair placed kisses around his erection.

He froze as Mohinder's lover stiffened, squaring his back as he turned and glanced at him. He gasped, a strangled cry escaping his lips as he realized who he was. "Sylar."

Mohinder followed his lover's gaze and glared at his roommate. "You shouldn't have interfered." He whispered his body slumping against the restraints as the room around them started to darken.

Sylar jumped up from the bed, stalking over to Matt. "You're not wanted here," he hissed, raising his hand and pushing him out of the dream.

Matt stumbled from beside the bed, trying to grasp his bearings as he glanced over at Mohinder who remained asleep as if nothing had happened. He was tempted to wake Mohinder up, but he didn't want to bear the brunt of Sylar's wrath so he left him be.

~

Mohinder felt the anger seething through his lover at the interruption and it turned him on even more. "Sylar," he gasped as the restraints around his wrists disappeared and he pulled him into a heated kiss. "Fuck me," he ordered as they parted for much needed air.

He glanced once more at the spot Matt had appeared a second ago. "You're mine," he insisted. "Parkman can't touch you."

"I don't want him," Mohinder sighed, running his fingers over Sylar's chest. "I'm here with you-"

Sylar growled, pinning Mohinder to the bed. "Mine." He repeated as he spread Mohinder's thighs and prepared him with his mind, opening him up with gentle ease.

Mohinder moaned, trembling under his touch. "Sylar," he exhaled, wrapping his legs around him, urging him on. "Or should I go to Matthew?"

Sylar hissed, slamming into him with one quick thrust. "You're mine." He seethed, only allowing a moment for Mohinder to adapt to the intrusion before he began to move. "I'll kill him if he touches you."

"Yes," Mohinder clipped, meeting every powerful thrust as he clawed at Sylar's back, drawing his blood. "More."

Sylar smirked, changing his angle ever so slightly, causing Mohinder to cry out with each thrust. "Mine," he stated, drawing him into a heated kiss.

"God," He gasped, his breathing hitching as they quickened their pace. "Yes."

Sylar purred, nipping at his lips, lowering his lips to suck on Mohinder's neck. "Good."

~

Mohinder cried out, gasping for breath as he woke from the dream world. He cursed under his breath as his semen cooled on his belly. He clenched the sheets under his hands, hating that his dreams always ended at his climax.

He blinked up at the ceiling as he tried to calm his racing heart. Mohinder ran his fingers over his chest, his skin still burning from Sylar's touch. He whimpered at the loss and he knew it wouldn't be long before they no longer had to use the strange dream connection they shared, if Matt only knew the extent of his powers.

The End