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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Heroes_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Luke_Campbell/Mohinder_Suresh, Luke_Campbell/Sylar, Mohinder_Suresh/Sylar
  Character:
      Mohinder_Suresh, Luke_Campbell
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Past
      Abuse
  Series:
      Part 1 of Love_and_War_Stories
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-03-18 Words: 4477
****** Killing With Kindness ******
by Jaune_Chat
Summary
     When Mohinder picks up Luke after Sylar abandons him, Luke has no
     idea what his rescuer wants from him. After all, shouldn't he want to
     take advantage? Everyone else did...
Notes
     S3, post 3x19 “Shades of Gray”. Written for the YAHAKM, for the
     prompt, “Mohinder/Luke, Mohinder shows Luke what love/affection/
     caring really is. Slow, sweet sex. Luke overwhelmed and unsure how to
     deal with his emotions & a relationship that isn't abusive.”
     The underage warning is because Luke is 17 in this fic, which is
     under the age of consent in some places.
For the first day after Mohinder had picked Luke up from the closed diner, Luke
had stayed silent, watching the man warily. He’d claimed he was an “old
acquaintance” of Sylar’s, and had been trying to help “clean up his mess before
it got out of hand.” That made Luke part of the mess. That made Luke trash.
Well, that was better than not knowing what your place was at all. Sylar had
been the same. If Luke chattered too much, he got slammed up against a wall. If
he didn’t pull his weight, he’d be left behind. If he was too annoying, he was
ignored, denied the attention he craved until he made it up to Sylar. That
usually involved crawling on his knees, begging Sylar to let him blow him,
offering his ass, or whatever else would get a reaction. At least Luke knew
what was going on with Sylar though; he was pretty certain about what he
wanted.
But Luke wasn’t certain at all what Mohinder wanted. He never ordered Luke
around, only made suggestions. He didn’t cuff him when he got in the way, he
didn’t ignore Luke’s requests (though he politely, not ostentatiously, ignored
the illegal ones), and hadn’t made a single sexual demand. All he did was
drive, and converse with Luke about everything from the science of abilities
(though he hadn’t asked Luke to demonstrate his, or even mentioned if he had
any powers) to eclipses. It was starting to freak Luke right the heck out.
By the end of the third day, Luke was wondering what was wrong with him. Was
all this talk some kind of ignoring him? Mohinder hadn’t even touched Luke yet,
not even to slap him around, not even when Luke was jerking off in the shower
in the mornings. Did Luke repulse him? Did he even give a rat’s ass? Or was he
just lulling Luke into a false sense of security before he made his demands? He
hadn’t asked Luke to contribute towards food, gas, or lodgings, so maybe he was
waiting for the perfect time to get repayment.
That had to be it. There wasn’t any such thing as a free lunch. Luke had
learned that lesson early and well. Maybe Mohinder was just one of those guys
that had to build up a good head of steam before getting off. And if that was
the case, Luke better try to head him off. His dad used to delay punishing Luke
for days, only to come after him when he least expected him, with cigarettes or
a belt or his fists.
Luke didn’t want to wait. He hadn’t had to wait with Sylar, and if he got a few
bruises and some verbal slaps for asking, at least he’d gotten off too. If he
needed to, Luke was sure he could provoke Mohinder into taking his payment
early, while Luke was still capable of handling it. Better that than not being
able to walk or take a dump for the next three days. It was coming, it was all
a matter of when.
So the fourth day, instead of jerking off in the shower, Luke just cleaned
himself, prepped as best he could with a little bottle of lotion, stroked
himself just hard, and padded out to the room naked. That had never failed to
get Sylar to do something him, and the mornings were a much better time to try
to get him in a good mood. Otherwise a grumpy Sylar made for a dangerous
traveling companion. Two of Luke’s ribs, still mending, gave mute testimony to
that.
Mohinder had been reading, one of the weird books he carried with him, when
Luke rounded the corner. His head shot up in surprise and his mouth fell open.
Luke smirked at the reaction, glad to see he’d managed to prod him into
something approximating a normal state of affairs, as far as he was concerned.
“What do you want?” Luke asked brazenly.
“What?” Mohinder gaped, eyes wide, presumably with lust. Sylar had liked him
well enough, his pale skin and skinny body. Easy to bruise, easy to show where
he’d been. Dominance marks. A few were still showing, from where he’d been
slammed into that wall. Maybe Mohinder liked that too.
“Whatever you want, for, you know, food and stuff. Want me to suck you off?
Want my ass? I’ll do whatever you want, I don’t care,” Luke said, eager to get
the worst over and done with. Once he knew was Mohinder wanted, he could at
least attempt to stay on top of his needs and out of his way. Not knowing why
Mohinder was traveling with Sylar’s trash was making him nervous practically to
the point of being panicky.
“Was that what Sylar did?”
Luke didn’t hear the question at first. He had been ready to hear, “On your
knees,” or “on the bed,” or “turn around and grab your ankles” or something of
the sort. Not hearing that threw him off his game. Again.
“Uh… yeah. I mean, I went with him, so, you know, that was how it went,” Luke
said, not having the presence of mind to make up a lie.
Mohinder shook his head, looking down, and Luke felt the bitter sting of
rejection.
“What the fuck man? What do you want? What is it? I’m not your type? What?”
Luke yelled. Being repressed for three days, his power shimmered to his hands,
and Luke lashed out at the television, just wanting something to make sense for
once. The TV popped and fizzled, the back blowing out and the glass warping.
Mohinder jumped, looking startled and surprised, but not afraid.
“Luke, please, I didn’t mean to make you upset,” he said soothingly. Luke
didn’t want to be fucking soothed. He aimed his palm at Mohinder, feeling a
heavy weight of confidence settling into his mind. Mohinder didn’t want him,
fine. Then Luke would fry his lame ass and try to find Sylar somehow. At least
he understood what Sylar wanted! He didn’t have to stay with Mohinder. He
didn’t have to do anything…
“I’m not your enemy. I’m trying to help you. Please, I know Sylar, I know he
was hard on you. He’s no good with emotions, no good at relationships, no good,
I’m afraid, at anything but killing. There, he excels,” Mohinder explained. He
sounded almost… bitter.
“Why the fuck do you care what happens to me? Why’ve you been dragging me
around if you aren’t gonna-.”
“Have sex with you? Luke, I didn’t rescue you so I could have a slave,”
Mohinder said firmly. Luke stared at him, palm never wavering. Damn, he almost
believed him.
“Then why? What do you want?” Luke demanded.
“I want to help you. I want to help at least one person that Sylar hurt. I feel
responsible for what he is…” Mohinder said softly. He stood and began walking
towards Luke, seemingly unafraid of the death Luke could unleash from his palm.
“So I’m just… a project?! Some fucking experiment?” That, maybe, was worse than
what Sylar had wanted out of him. Luke didn’t want to be the salve to
Mohinder’s guilty conscience.
“No,” Mohinder said firmly, walking around Luke’s palm and reaching out to try
to cup Luke’s face with his hand. Since with Sylar that had only been a prelude
to forcing his jaw open so he could force him down on his dick in the next
second, Luke flinched away, putting his hand in between him and Mohinder again.
“Luke, I didn’t pick you up out of a sense of pity. I did it because I was
trying to help you. You’re strong, and you’ve survived the worst person I know.
I’m trying to make certain the government doesn’t find you now, after
everything you’ve been through-.”
“So you’re my fucking babysitter?” Luke asked sarcastically.
“No! I-,” Mohinder paused and furrowed his brow in thought. “I’m better at
explaining chromosomal mapping.”
“What?”
“Exactly.” Mohinder sighed, frustrated, and dropped his hands. His head came up
in the next moment, looking more hopeful. “What do you want Luke?”
“Me?” Luke almost squeaked in surprise, and flushed in embarrassment. No one
had ever asked him what he wanted, not ever. Dad had used Luke for a punching
bag, Mom had always told him what to do, Sampson had hauled him along and Luke
had just been glad to share company with someone that wouldn’t tell him he was
worthless, and Sylar had wanted his information and his body.
“I… don’t know,” he said finally, hand dropping.
“Do you really want… this?” Mohinder asked, waving at Luke’s nakedness and
fading arousal.
“Does it matter? People take what they want,” Luke muttered. “You paid for the
room, the food, everything.”
“I don’t own you. Do you want sex, or do you just think I do?” Mohinder
persisted. “I’ll respect your decision.”
Luke blinked at Mohinder like he was speaking a foreign language. Sex for him
had always been a method of payment or power, usually for someone else. It had
almost not occurred to him that it could be… whatever the hell Mohinder was
getting at.
But even though his brain was stuck in confused neutral, his body was now in
fifth gear, revved with the adrenaline from their argument and possible fight.
“You’re not freaked out?” Luke asked instead of giving an actual answer, waving
his hand vaguely at the melted TV.
Mohinder smiled slightly. “I have a power too. I’ve been studying them for
years; they don’t frighten me.”
“What’s your power?” Luke demanded.
“Strength.”
Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, that is fucking hot… Luke thought, mind kicking into
high gear. If Mohinder had wanted him, or not wanted him, there wasn’t anything
Luke could have done to stop him either way. But Mohinder hadn’t forced him, or
slapped him around, or even implied anything. He’d actually held back, when he
could have had anything he wanted at any time.
Luke dared to believe he might be telling the truth.
“I want to,” Luke said quickly.
Mohinder took the extra two steps forward, hand reaching out to Luke’s face
again. This time Luke let him cup his jaw, long fingers caressing, and waited
for the inevitable painful grip-and-push. It didn’t happen, and Luke kept
feeling off-balance, as if looking for something that just wasn’t there.
Then Mohinder leaned in and pressed his lips to Luke’s, kissing him gently.
Luke stood there, dumbfounded, mouth working vaguely as Mohinder pressed in
further. No one had ever bothered to kiss him since his mom when he’d been a
kid. But Luke figured he could get used to it in a hurry. Drawing on what
experience he had from movies, TV, and endless porno films, Luke pushed his
tongue into Mohinder’s mouth, trying to match his movements, stretching his
mouth wide like all those actors seemed to do.
The hand on his jaw moved to the back of his head, carefully tilting it
slightly, making their mouths slide together better, and Luke actually moaned,
getting turned on. Damn, Mohinder hadn’t even touched him anywhere but the
face, and Luke could feel himself starting to throb. How fucked up was that?
When Mohinder pulled away, Luke chased him for a second before letting go, face
flushed and breathing hard.
“Was that your first kiss?” Mohinder asked. Luke felt his face harden and he
was about to issue a snappy retort when Mohinder smiled with a hint of sadness.
“It’s ok, I was just wondering.”
Luke wondered when the hell he would get back to kissing him when Mohinder's
hands, shocking dark against Luke’s pale skin, began to brush over his skin,
just touching him lightly on the shoulders and chest. Luke felt goosebumps
break out all over at the pleasant, shivery feelings, but also felt nervousness
deep in his gut.
“What are you doing?” Luke asked uncertainly. Did this guy have some kind of
weird fetish thing, touching but not going all the way? Did he want get Luke
all hot and then watch him jerk off or something?
“Do you like it?” Mohinder asked instead.
“Yeah… but… aren’t we just gonna fuck or something?” Luke asked, feeling like
he’d missed something obvious. He’d been given a choice, and he’d taken it,
which was cool, but he’d been expecting things to get more normal after that,
not less!
“If you want to, then I’d love to,” Mohinder said, his hand trailing back up
Luke’s neck to curve along his cheek. “Luke, I like you. I just didn’t want to
push you because of… what Sylar did to you.” Mohinder’s hands touched lightly,
not causing any pain, over the bruise on Luke’s ribs.
“It’s nothing,” Luke said shortly. “He got pissed off that morning.”
“Luke, this should never be about pain,” Mohinder whispered, and kissed him
again.
Luke shuddered under Mohinder's touch, powers momentarily shimmering around his
hands before he got himself under control. Damn it, this wasn’t how things were
supposed to go. Life was pain, you just got used to it, that was how Luke’s
world has always worked.
But all of that went flying out of window when Mohinder dropped gracefully to
his knees and took Luke’s cock in his mouth.
“Holy shit!” Luke yelled, not being able to get more creative than that. Fuck,
no one had ever done that to him, not ever. Sylar wouldn’t even think about it,
and no one else had ever cared about him enough to even get to the thinking
stage.
Luke considered himself something of an authority on blowjobs, but it was
nearly impossible to critique Mohinder’s technique when all he could feel out
of his cock was white-hot pleasure. There was nothing but hot, wet friction,
and Luke couldn’t care about anything more than that. He was vaguely aware of
Mohinder’s hands on his hips, holding him steady in a strong grip when he would
have started to thrust, but otherwise just closed his eyes and enjoyed, half-
convinced this was just some intense wet dream.
Nice guys like Mohinder, smart and attractive, didn’t give voluntary blowjobs
to serial-killer reject white trash. The world didn’t work that way.
Except it was. It so fucking was.
Luke couldn’t even talk, only moaned loudly, a higher pitch his only warning to
Mohinder that he was about to cum. Mohinder didn’t even move away like most
people, instead staying, sucking harder, letting Luke actually cum down his
throat, swallowing. No one would ever swallow for him. No fucking way that just
happened… Luke thought, opening his eyes, expecting to find himself back in the
shower, having just jerked himself off.
He only saw Mohinder getting up from the floor, wiping his mouth discretely
with his hand, a smile on his face.
“You…” Luke said, and struggled to find words. He’d never had cause to be
grateful to anyone for something like that in his life. He only knew one way to
express the way he was feeling. “You want to fuck me?”
“Do you want me to? I’m not asking for repayment, really,” Mohinder said,
brushing his hand across Luke’s hair. “I don’t want to hurt you…”
Hurt him? Luke could have laughed. In less than ten minutes, Mohinder had made
him feel better, no strings attached, than he ever had in his life. Maybe this
wouldn’t last past an hour, and Luke didn’t want to wait to find out if he was
wrong. Things were going fine now, and Luke would capitalize on what he had
right at this moment.
“Yeah, I want you to,” Luke said, and almost laughed at his own brazenness. He
hadn’t been able to speak those words to anyone, ever. If he ever asked,
someone always shut him down, or gave it to him too hard and rough for
pleasure. But Mohinder hadn’t hurt him yet. It scared him to death, but Luke
would take him anyway he would let him.
Smiling at him, Mohinder began to slowly unbutton his shirt. Luke couldn’t
stand it, and reached over to help. Amazingly, Mohinder let him, not swatting
him away. Underneath the shirt, Mohinder was tightly muscled, tight and flat,
incredibly attractive and Luke groaned slightly just looking at him. He’d never
been able to attract guys like that, not even when he was giving it away for
free.
Mohinder shucked the rest of his clothes with ease, smiling appreciatively at
Luke’s vacant leer before standing up again. He was, Luke noticed with relief,
not so painfully large as Sylar, a long, elegant, slimmer curve that looked
like it would fit into him without the kind of pain Sylar tended to cause.
“Yeah…” Luke said again, and reached for Mohinder, hesitating at the last
second, half-expecting to get his hand slapped away. Mohinder only nodded and
Luke curled a hand around Mohinder’s cock, stroking a few times just to get the
measure of it. Sylar wouldn’t ever let him do that, because of his power, never
mind that Sylar could heal.
“Nice,” Mohinder murmured, eyes half-closed in pleasure. Luke smirked slightly
and stroked a little harder, hand freezing when Mohinder twisted slightly away
to grab at something in the bedside table drawer. A reflexive wash of rejection
and bitterness flooded him before he realized Mohinder now had a tube of lube
and a condom in his hand.
“Oh… right,” Luke said vaguely. Sylar had never used a condom with him, because
Sylar wouldn’t ever get a disease. And Luke’s previous partners hadn’t really
cared; in high school most of his classmates wouldn’t have known a condom from
a party balloon, and Luke usually ended up paying the consequences. But
Mohinder actually cared enough to play it safe. It was fucking weird.
“Go ahead, lie down,” Mohinder murmured, one hand stroking down Luke’s back.
Shuddering slightly, remember the last time Sylar had given that order, Luke
gingerly lay down on his stomach. He vaguely hoped his prep in the shower was
enough; Sylar would have practically split him in two for making him wait this
long.
But this time Mohinder’s fingers only tickled up the inside of Luke’s thighs
with gentle pressure. Still not willing to take chances, Luke spread himself
wide, providing the easiest possible target. The pain would be less that way…
“Fuck…” Luke breathed suddenly, as a long, slim, lube-slicked finger circled
his entrance, just teasing lightly. It felt amazing, and Luke tried to push
back to get more contact. He wasn’t used to someone just touching him; he
needed more.
Mohinder obliged by slowly easing in the first finger, fantastically slick, and
twisting it slightly. At Luke’s pleasurable moan, he eased in a second, and
finally a third, twisting carefully, delving and separating. After being fucked
by Sylar on a regular basis, there wasn’t as much of a burn, but the slick
touch was still fantastic. Luke just enjoyed the feeling, knowing this time it
wasn’t going to hurt so badly, when Mohinder’s long, questing fingers
unexpectedly hit a spot that drove a lightning bolt of pleasure right through
Luke’s spine.
“Fuck!” he nearly shrieked into the cover, a burning smell revealing he’d
temporarily lost control of his power and scorched it. Luke couldn’t care less.
“God, what was that?”
“Prostate,” Mohinder said, a smile in his tone. Damn, this had never happened
with Sylar…
“Do it again, please, please, fuck, do it again…” Luke begged, not caring what
happened as long as he could feel it-! Luke shouted into the cover again and
again as the feeling shot through him over and over, realized he was screaming
Mohinder’s name, and didn’t fucking care. He was hard again and Mohinder’s
hands were in his ass, and it felt like he was stroking his soul from the
inside out and he only wanted more.
“I want to fuck you Luke, please. Will you let me?”
Mohinder’s voice was at his ear, that pretty accent and prettier words asking
Luke’s permission to make him feel like this. Luke could have died happy right
then, and nodded so hard he nearly gave himself rug burn on his forehead.
There was a faint crinkle behind him, a sound of rubber on flesh, of lube on
rubber, and then Mohinder’s cock was pushing into him. And there was no pain,
no pain at all. Luke hadn’t known it didn’t have to hurt.
Mohinder went slow, the curve of his cock fitting into Luke just right, big
enough to feel everything, not big enough to hurt. Luke bit the cover under him
when he moved out, then in again, twitching his hips carefully at each inward
stroke, managing to find that one spot again when Luke shouted. Hands closed on
his hips when Mohinder set up a rhythm, one that Luke actually felt up to
joining, knowing Mohinder wasn’t going to clout him for taking the initiative.
He shoved back eagerly, Mohinder keeping him from ramming too hard, the pace
strangely slow from the “wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am” fast fucks that had been
Luke’s sole experiences with sex up until now. Each long slide in seemed to hit
the right place, and each pull out left Luke wanting more.
“You feel so good Luke, so good,” Mohinder murmured.
“Don’t stop, just don’t stop,” Luke begged, helping Mohinder push himself deep.
Again and again, long blissful slides in and out, so amazing, drawing Luke’s
pleasure out, stringing it along. It felt like hours before Mohinder’s pace
quickened for a half-dozen strokes.
“I’m cumming Luke,” he cried out in a strangled voice, and, damn it, Luke came
just from that alone, before he felt the heat from Mohinder’s cock pulse in his
insides. Mohinder collapsed lightly onto Luke’s back, breathing heavily, not
squashing him to the bed like Sylar would have done.
It only seemed moments later when Mohinder moved, slowly and carefully pulling
himself out so that there was virtually no pain. Luke gasped as his body began
to adjust back to normal, turning quickly to finish what he’d started. Even
though he hated the taste of his own ass, Sylar always made him clean his cock
before going to take a shower.
But Mohinder was already in the bathroom, coming back with two lukewarm wet
washcloths. Blinking at the almost incomprehensible courtesy, Luke grabbed the
washcloths, heating them both briefly for a second before handing one back to
Mohinder.
“That’s remarkably handy,” Mohinder remarked, as they cleaned themselves off.
“I guess…” Luke said, all his old nervousness and defensiveness returning now
that the sex was over. Surely this was where it all fell apart somehow.
“We can shower later… And I don’t know about you, but after that, I think I
could use a nap,” Mohinder confessed. Luke looked at the clock and blinked. It
was almost noon already. But he was right, Luke was so drained from his
orgasms, and Mohinder’s strange behavior, that all he wanted to do was sleep.
Mohinder walked over to the other bed, and Luke resigned himself to finding a
semi-dry spot on the one he was on, until he heard Mohinder clear his throat.
He turned to find Mohinder lying in the clean bed, covers pulled up and a clear
invitation on his face. Luke didn’t stop to question his good fortune, just
slid into Mohinder’s grasp and pulling the covers around him, asleep as soon as
his head hit the pillow.
It wasn’t until a couple of hours later that Luke’s eyes popped open and his
brain began to churn. Mohinder was apparently awake too, as his hand was curled
protectively over Luke, stroking gently over his stomach. The gesture was too
personal, too intense, too nice, and Luke felt himself shaking. What had he
done to deserve this kind of caring attention? He was a murderer, a failure, a
stupid kid who couldn’t even get running away right. Why was Mohinder doing
this to him?
“Why?” Luke asked suddenly, voice breaking, struggling upright on the bed, even
as Mohinder tried to hold him in his arms. He knew he should just try to enjoy
the pleasurable interlude while it lasted, but he had too many questions that
he couldn’t answer. Too many ways in which his world had been turned upside
down to accept this without a qualm. “Why me? Why do this to me? Why do you
even care? I’m just a dumbfuck psychopathic kid that’s already got a murder on
his rap sheet. I hung out with a serial killer because he was the coolest guy
I’d ever met.”
Mohinder didn’t even hesitate in his answers; he must have been thinking about
them even longer than Luke had been about his questions.
“My hands aren’t clean either, Luke. I wasn’t born with my power; I researched
a formula and gave it to myself. A lot of people were hurt in my search, some
died. I was trying so hard to find myself, to prove my worth to my father’s
memory and everyone who was depending on me, that it didn’t seem to matter what
happened to me or anyone else along the way,” Mohinder said, dark eyes watching
him in the dim light.
“It took me a long time to learn the only really important person you need to
care about is yourself. If you can’t do that, you’re only going to hurt
yourself and everyone around you,” he concluded. “If you can care about
yourself, then you don’t need to hurt others.”
Luke stared at him, actually listening to what he was saying, and felt himself
starting to break. Luke hadn’t cared what happened to Luke for years. It didn’t
matter. Life sucked and then you died. But now a hundred things suddenly
shifted in his heart and mind, and it was like being one of those Bible-
thumping born again praise God, thank you Jesus religion freaks, feeling like
some kind of new person.
“You’re not worthless. You never were. I like you Luke. I see myself in you,
and I don’t want you to destroy yourself. You’re worth more than Sylar,”
Mohinder said.
“I…” Luke paused, and actually felt the hard lump in his chest break. He
started to sob, and let himself be drawn back to into Mohinder’s arms. He clung
to him, howling, screaming out years of rejection, pain, and self-loathing. He
cried, wetting Mohinder’s chest with tears, but for once never felt like he was
about to be punished for showing weakness.
Some time later, hours, minutes, who the hell knew, Luke had finally run out of
tears. Mohinder continued to hold him close, and Luke relaxed in his arms as
much as he could, drifting off to sleep again. He couldn’t take this at full
face value, and maybe never would, but at least now he cared enough to try.
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