You're So

[flwrpwr_vampyre]

Title: You're So
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: It's a bit crack-y
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Heroes.
Summary: Sylar was vain
Notes: Written for the mission_insane prompt: Green. A big thank you goes to flying_monkees who beta'd this for me.

Sylar was vain.

Mohinder realized this one night while they were in the middle of having sex. He was enjoying it immensely, as usual, when he realized Sylar was squinting at him. Squinting!

The Indian waited until they were done and Sylar was laying on his back, panting. He rolled over onto his stomach to look at his lover before he asked the question that was now bothering him.

"Do you need glasses?"

Sylar's look of horror almost made Mohinder giggle but he managed to choke it back. No need to turn this into an argument. Those usually ended with him on the ceiling, no matter how much he tried to stress fair fighting.

"NO!" the killer burst out, followed by a sheepish, "Well…sort of. I wore them before."

Mohinder did actually let out a laugh, unable to help himself. The last sentence had been whispered like Sylar was admitting to some horrible, obscene crime. The taller man's scowl at the sound only made him laugh more, until he got a nipple pinched in retaliation.

"Ow! Sorry! Well, you should have seen your face. And how you said that last bit!"

He chuckled again, but only for a second.

"So why don't you wear them now? Or at least get contacts."

The evil look Sylar directed at him was most impressive.

"Those glasses were hideous. They were all anyone saw when they looked at my face. So I swore I'd never wear them again, I see enough to get by. And how am I going to get contacts? My birth name is associated with the murder investigation of my mother and I have no form of ID in the name of Sylar and neither time or money to get one."

Mohinder nodded before another thought struck him and he almost fell of the bed laughing.

"If your vision is so bad you can't see me when you're close enough to have your dick up my ass then how the hell do you manage to fling people about when you have your 'battles.'"

Sylar finally allowed himself to grin.

"Umm…I have to guess who's who by their voice, heartbeat and mannerisms. Flinging is easy, you just pick them up and toss them at the nearest large building shape or wall."

There was a moment while Mohinder digested this and then he did fall off the bed from laughing so hard. Sylar looked over the bed with a concerned expression on his face but it didn't last long as he joined the geneticist’s merriment.

Pulling him back on the bed, they cuddled into each other, Sylar stroking his lover's soft black curls. They stayed like this for a few moments.

"Well," Mohinder teased, breaking the silence. "As I am extremely attractive and you are missing my best sex faces we'll have to find a way to get you contacts."

"That works for me," Sylar grinned, rolling over so that he was on top of Mohinder. "Meanwhile, I'd like another round of hearing those sex noises you make, as long as that's ok with you.'

And Mohinder's vote of approval was cut off by a kiss and a thrust of the killer's hips.



A/N #2: The idea for this was from Anger Ch.6 by Mabetini. It can be found at the comm mabes_fic.