Angel's Nightmare (Part 4 of my angsty sometimes crack AU)

[aunt_zelda]

Title: Angel’s Nightmare (4)

Rating: R … I think. It’s mostly implied stuff, because Sylar is a sicko and wanted to satisfy your smut-hunger with non-con.  

Genre: Weird nightmare, then fluffy, then angsty.

Warnings: If you haven’t watched all of Season 1 of Heroes, you shouldn’t be here, you should be at nbc.com catching up!

Disclaimer: Uh … obviously I don’t own Heroes, because if I did, I’d have Mylar making out on screen instead of in slash fics or my twisted mind …

Summary: Gabriel has a dream. It’s not a nice dream, oh no, it’s a bad, bad dream. Then he notices Mohinder having a bad dream (see Chapter 3) and wakes him up. Then they engage in a funny ritual to get the nightmares out of their systems (don’t look at me like that, smut won’t arrive for a while, I’m afraid …)

My Thoughts: I liked the angsty dream from before, and so did without_mission, so I decided that Gabriel needed his own. But, as Sylar is Sylar, it turned into a smutty, non-con nightmare. Then Firefly, which is the greatest TV show EVER, popped up. Finally got this finished! Now, where to go from here …  

 

He’s trapped inside a different body. Able to think and see, but not move on his own. Somebody else is controlling this body, thinking thoughts that scrape chillingly against Gabriel’s.

“Don’t worry,” the voice is strange – taunting, confident, cruel. “You might actually do some good before you die,” he is advancing on Mohinder, who’s fighting for breath, terrified. “Starting with that list,” Gabriel … no, wait a minute … his name isn’t Gabriel …

My name is Sylar!

Gabriel – Sylar – grabs Mohinder’s shoulders and slams him down onto the desk, scattering the stuff covering it with – his mind?!

“Sylar … please …” Mohinder is begging?

He just laughs a laugh that Gabriel Gray could never manage. “Do it again, Mohinder: beg. It excites me.”

Mohinder is pinned down onto the desk now, the person Gabriel is inside of is on top of him, laughing chillingly.

“God, Mohinder, I’ve waited so long for this,” now he is unzipping his pants, and Mohinder’s, casting their jeans aside with – telekinesis, that’s what it is – and kissing Mohinder violently. Soon the Indian’s lips are bloody, but that’s strangely … erotic.

“Please … stop it!” Mohinder is powerless as Sylar – as Gabriel decides this twisted entity with his body is – flips him over and … Gabriel can’t close his eyes: he wants to vomit.

Sylar is ecstatic. He moans with pleasure, doing things that Gabriel would never dare to consider … what is happening is evil. Something like this should be beautiful, an act of mutual love. This is just sick.

It got worse and worse. Now they’d fallen onto the floor, now he was hurling Mohinder into walls – with telekinesis, this was just too weird – and kissing him everywhere.   

They were interrupted: a strange man came in just as he’d pinned Mohinder to the ceiling.

Now he was slicing the interrupting man’s – Peter Petrelli’s, a voice growled – head open, enjoying this as well – how odd could this get? – but Peter healed, threw him back so that he smashed into a bookcase.

Mohinder slammed into the floor.

He got up. “Oh no,” he hissed. “I’m not done with him yet …”

Gabriel sat up in bed, soaked in cold sweat, panting.

It took several minutes to get his breath under control. His emotions refused to be corralled.

What was …how …why?! Gabriel couldn’t make sense of it. Sylar …what did that mean? Some kind of watch … Swedish? Gabriel shook his head.

 

Mohinder underneath him, begging for him to stop … a cruel laugh in response …

 

Gabriel gulped and jumped out of bed, glancing at the clock: two-thirty in the morning.

He had to get out of this room. The words and images from the dream … nightmare … were hiding in the dark corners of his room.

He silently roamed the apartment, biting his lip, trying to keep the nightmare out of his head and failing abysmally.

 

“Sylar …please …”  

 

Gabriel clenched his fists. Just a dream … just a dream. Nightmare, his mind corrected.

On impulse, the cold terror of the nightmare overtaking his senses, Gabriel peeked into Mohinder’s room.

He was asleep in his bed, peaceful: of course. Who would have disturbed him? Idiot …

Suddenly, Mohinder was jerking around, making noises of distress.

“No! Sylar! Go away! Aaaah!”

Gabriel started. Sylar … there it was again.

He didn’t stop to think, he just raced over to the bed and sank down next to Mohinder. Then he hesitated for a moment before shaking the other man awake.

Mohinder woke with a gasp. “Sylar!” he exclaimed, glancing around feverishly.

“It was a bad dream,” Gabriel gingerly patted Mohinder on the shoulder. “You know, not real?”

Mohinder stared at him for a few moments before nodding. “Yeah, you’re right,” he shook his head. “Why’re you up at this hour?” he asked blearily.

Gabriel shrugged. “Nightmare,”

Mohinder sighed. “You should write it down … dreams are significant, aren’t they? Mirrors into our subconscious, or something?”

Gabriel shook his head violently. “I sincerely hope not,”

A pause.

Mohinder got up, Gabriel scrambled out of his way. “Well, I know what’ll get our minds off of our nightmares,” Mohinder said brightly.

Gabriel raised his eyebrows. “What?”

Mohinder led him into the living room, turned on the TV, and flicked to the Sci-Fi channel. “Good, we’ve got ten minutes!”

Gabriel watched in amazement as Mohinder scurried around the kitchen and returned to the couch with a large bowl of popcorn.

“And now, Firefly,”

“What is this?” Gabriel asked, taking a handful of popcorn.

“Best show in the world,” Mohinder explained. “Fox killed it, so sci-fi airs marathons every other day. Too many angry fans,”

Gabriel watched, and soon the strange, if incredible, show lulled him into a state of calm.

Halfway through ‘The Train Job,’ Gabriel fell asleep. Mohinder muted the TV, and set the bowl of popcorn down onto the floor.

“I wonder what your dream was about?” he whispered, staring at Gabriel’s lovely face.

Then, realizing that he’d probably never get another chance, Mohinder reached out and caressed Gabriel’s cheek.

You’re an idiot, Mohinder thought to himself, running his fingers through Gabriel’s hair. This is wrong … he’s a murderer …idiot …

Mohinder stood up abruptly and went back to bed, silently berating himself.

Gabriel didn’t remember when he woke up a few hours later, but he dreamed that an angel had touched him.  

Comments

[whatwas.livejournal.com]

ZOMG, this was soooooo goooood!!!!!!!!!
I got goosebumps....

Soon the Indian’s lips are bloody, but that’s strangely … erotic.
soooo sylar!... kinky!
XD

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Isn't he? That's my nasty-vampire-lovingness breaking through, I'm afraid ...

(I gave someone GOOSEBUMPS!)

[herverylowness.livejournal.com]

You know.. As I was reading, I was listening to the tail end of a song. It ended with a statement, "You've got to break the chain of evil... with love."

Oh man, poor Gabriel. When he finds out that he did all that stuff.. and when he finds out Mohinder was keeping it from him..

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

When he finds out that he did all that stuff.. and when he finds out Mohinder was keeping it from him..

Whoever said he's going to? At this point, your guess is as good as mine, I'm afraid, but an angsty 'You LIED to me!' showdown is not key in my mind ...

[holy-cockroach.livejournal.com]

Omg this is so awesome! *is speechless* Write more, write more!!!

Firefly = best show ever. Fox = evil for cancelling it too soon. You = amazing for including it in your fic.

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

You are too kind! *takes bows*

Working on it! (Demanding little slash-fiends, I DO talk to other humans and EAT occationally. Sometimes, I even SLEEP, or work on my other stories!)
I have no idea where to go with this now! Gabriel's funky dream came randomly, now I'm stuck! Heeeeeeeeeellllppp!!!!

(I know, Firefly = genius. Fox is an evil git.)

[blazeorfade.livejournal.com]

Oh Gabriel! He's just so...gah, I have no words. And how cute is it that Mohinder is a Firefly fan here.

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Is 'gah' good or bad or pitying?
I know, the Firefly thing came out of nowhere, but Mohinder just HAD to be a browncoat ...

[angary.livejournal.com]

I love the juxtaposition of Sylar/Gabriel here; that Gabriel is adamantly against what Sylar is doing to Mohinder in Parasite and looking at him as a different entity. That first scene was twistedly hot, and you brought it back to sweetness at the end. Fantastic!

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

The different entity thing is because he's having a flashback/dream. The Haitian wiped his memory in the first chapter (read 'em, they're quite good!) which is why Gabriel is here.

That first scene was twistedly hot, and you brought it back to sweetness at the end. Fantastic!

Thank you! I think ... yes, thank you. I'm quite proud of my smutty scenes that never get too graphic.

[poemwithnorhyme.livejournal.com]

I know this comment is a bit late, but it must be said. I love this, and the first scene was so hot..Even if it wasn't descriptive. I love scenes like that, i'm just messed up like that. Maybe it just comes with being a mylar fan, I don't know..XD. Great job, keep going with it. I've read all of the chapters, and they are all very good. Wonderful!

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

I could have gone overboard, I didn't. Glad you liked the first scene!
I'll get there ... eventually ...

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Part 5 is out, more shall come ... eventually ...