He seethed as he squeezed the railing under his fingers, watching with disgust as Mohinder played house with the fat cop. What was his name again? Parkman. Sylar's fingers warmed as he melted the railing, unable to hold onto the pent up anger anymore. He wanted to see him dead! How the hell did he manage to survive in the first place? He vividly remembered the resounding thud of the bullets hitting his chest, the ones that were aimed at his. Sylar scowled as he realized that it was a possibility that Parkman was still living only because of the care Mohinder gave him.

Fucking bastard.

"You're mine, Mohinder." He hissed as he continued to stare through the dirty windows, unable to stop the morbid fascination of watching them. Sylar growled low in his chest as he watched Parkman lean in and place a kiss to Mohinder's lips.

He watched as Mohinder's eyes fluttered closed as the kiss deepened, neither knowing that they were currently being watched. His mouth dropped open with the sudden realization- Mohinder's eyes were closed. In fact his eyes were always closed- every kiss he has witnessed between the two, every embrace, every time Parkman fucks him. His eyes were closed.

Sylar's lips curled up as he recalled the fact that Mohinder never closed his eyes as he fucked him as Zane. "Who are you imagining, Doctor Suresh?" He purred as he leaned over the nonexistent railing, wanting nothing more than to change his positions with Parkman. He licked his lips at the thought and turned away.

Soon.

~

"Do you think this is wise?" Matt questioned as he shouldered his bag, turning back to Mohinder.

"He was here once," he sighed, shaking his head. "We were lucky, but he will be back."

"He got what he wanted," Matt grumbled. "Why would he be ba-" his voice trailed off as he caught Mohinder's lingering thought and sucked in quick breath. "You want him to return."

Mohinder turned away, unable to face his lover. "No. It's just a precaution."

"My god, Mohinder," He gasped, running a hand over his face. "You're practically begging for that monster to return."

He stilled, glaring at Matt. "Your promised me that you'd never go into my thoughts again."

"You can't expect- Mohinder-" Matt mumbled as Molly interrupted them by stomping into the room with a backpack strapped to her back, a stuffed bear tucked under her arm.

"Mohinder," she began, her voice raising an octave. "Why can't you come with us?"

Mohinder flashed her a bright smile and knelt down beside her. "I just want to keep you safe," he whispered softly, trailing his hand over her shoulder. "We don't want to have repeat of last week."

Molly stiffened, nodding her head slowly as she glanced out the window. "He's been waiting."

Matt and Mohinder shared a glance before they both started to question her, when she pointed out the window. "He's been watching us."

Mohinder's eyes widened in horror and turned away, glancing out the window, knowing instantly what Sylar had been watching. He could feel Matt's heated gaze on him, the push in his mind. His jaw tensed. 'Get out of my head,' he sent to Matt and turned back sharply as Matt looked away guilty.

"We'll go now," he sighed as he took Molly's hand in his. "I'll have my cell on- call me if you need anything."

"I'll be fine." Mohinder replied with a curt nod, no longer able to look at him.

~

The sky darkened as Sylar neared the apartment, his heart skipping a beat as his hearing picked up that Mohinder was alone in the apartment. Tonight was the night.

His heart swelled at the thought of taking Mohinder for himself, claiming his hold once and for all. Sylar didn't bother to knock, he simply opened the door, shocked to find that there was no resistance, it was unlocked. The door banged open and Mohinder turned to him in his chair, almost mimicking the move he made only a week before.

"Sylar," Mohinder stated, drawing out his name as he slowly, stood up. "Why are you here?" He clipped. "Don't tell me you wasted the cure," he paused, studying him. "How unfortunate for you-"

"You know very well why I'm here," he drawled as he let the door slam behind him and he crossed over to him in one long stride, backing him up against the desk.

Mohinder only smirked in response as he lifted his face up to his and shuddered as he felt a million hands trail over his body. "Do I?"

"You let him touch you," he growled as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Mohinder's ear. "You let him taint your body," he hissed as he pulled back on his hair and forced him to look at him. "Was it worth it?"

Mohinder's eyes darkened with lust, "yes."

Sylar's eyes widened briefly at the simple answer, taken by surprise before he realized that he was merely taunting him. "Liar." He smirked as he grabbed him harshly and kissed him, claiming his mouth with his.

The kiss lasted only a moment, before Mohinder pushed him away. "Bastard," he hissed as he licked his swollen lips, hands braced against Sylar's chest.

"You liked it," Sylar purred as he pulled him roughly into another kiss.

Mohinder gasped, moaning in reply as he deepened the kiss. "Sylar," he exhaled, pulling away once more, trembling with need. "I don't want this-"

"But, you need this," he whispered, wrapping his arms around him, molding his body to his, trailing invisible fingers all over his body. "You're mine Dr. Suresh."

Mohinder trembled at his words, "yes."

Sylar smiled, kissing him once more in a brutal kiss, pushing him once more against the desk. "You want me," he insisted as he pressed his hand against Mohinder's crotch, smirking as he felt his erection straining against the denim.

"Yes." He groaned, his hips bucking up for further contact, unable to deny the pure need. Mohinder moaned against Sylar's lips as he wrapped his arms around him.

They paused, holding each other, breathing in the same air. They left words unsaid, the hidden meaning of their true emotions hidden by their touch. Their game quickly coming to a close as they held each other, embracing in the love they refused to voice.

The End