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09 November 2008 @ 04:38 pm
Supernatural/Heroes Fic: Achieving Nirvana  
Posted to sn_crossovers

Title: Achieving Nirvana
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Mohinder, Sam
Rating: R
Spoilers: Pilot (Supernatural), Genesis (Heroes)
Summary: Mohinder tries to be quiet in the library but Dean makes it hard
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

Mohinder wants to protest, say this is insane, but he bites his lip to choke back all sound, even a whisper.

What's insane is that he thinks he needs to obey that rule of propriety in a library when Dean's got him pushed up against a wall in a niche between the stacks with his hand down Mohinder's pants.

He hasn't even known Dean four days, yet after that first frantic coupling in the motel room Dean's claimed him as his anytime anyplace plaything. Nothing about this man makes sense, but Mohinder's addicted to the rush. A hit of Dean and his brilliant mind goes junkie on him, rationality failing in a haze of giddy hormones.

Lesser men think with their penises he's been taught. Dean's supposed to be one of these lesser men, only it's Mohinder whose brain goes offline at the mere suggestion of sex. Dean - while always the instigator - is always in full control, monitoring the area, keeping track of their surroundings even as Mohinder's eyes almost roll back in his head with pleasure.

Mohinder knows he's not the first. Dean's too talented, too experienced. He imagines Dean's hand down a dozen pairs of pants in a dozen different libraries and he doesn't care. Then soft lips encircle his cock and his imaginings come to an end from overwhelmingly good reality.

His long dark fingers scrabble against the back of Dean's worn leather jacket and find no purchase so he shifts them, fingernails scritching up the back of the short hair at the base of Dean's neck.

He hears Sam in the distance whisper calling "Dr. Suresh?" and wants to tell him no no no that's my father but instead his errant thoughts run to how much he liked it that Dean called him Professor in bed the night they met.

They need to finish this up before Sam or someone more embarrassing finds them, but Dean's taking his time, clearly relishing the torment he's putting Mohinder through with his devil may care casual pace.

Taoists teach that the path to happiness can be found at any time if a person would just stop struggling and go with the flow of the universe. Mohinder knows the path to bliss goes through Dean. He has to stop fighting him, fighting this, pretending this isn't him, this man who allows himself to be sucked off in the hallowed halls of a great library.

Dean is a force of nature, a monsoon that sweeps across barren land nourishing it with life giving rain at the potential cost of devastation. The two go hand in hand: one cannot ask for rain and not get the risk.

So Mohinder surrenders; he stops struggling.

With a loud moan, he achieves Nirvana.

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 10th, 2008 12:40 am (UTC)
This was written for technosage's Porn Par-or-more-agraphs Porn Paragraphathon. The prompt was Mohinder/Dean, library.

I have a skin kink which translates into a skin color kink and Mohinder's just so damn pretty that way I think I could pair him with just about anyone. Hell, I can't stand Maya and I still thought they were hot together! And Dean? He's just sex on bowed legs. Hard not to want to pair him with anything breathing. ;-) (Oh wait, Dean/Angel... Sorry, I guess breathing is optional. LOL)

I normally don't post fic at comms I won't post at again in the future, but seeing as how I just got a great Sam and Dean with Golden Compass style daemons bunny, I'll be back at some point. (And yeah, I'm sure someone has already written SPN/GC daemon fic, but humor me. I haven't seen any and would enjoy trying to write it.)


Emma DeMarais
Tori Lovelostandalone22 on November 10th, 2008 06:09 am (UTC)
That's an interesting pairing. I don't think I've ever read that before. Great story!
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on November 10th, 2008 06:54 am (UTC)
Thanks! That's part of the fun of going to one of those homegrown promptathons. You get stuff from out of nowhere that you'd never thought of before!