Shyeah OK one more before I leave....

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Mohinder liked to fantasize about how he might have met Matt. He might have been assigned by the Company to knock on his door, fly with him up to Hartsdale, perform an elaborate series of tests on him. He can just imagine Matt, as he first met him, squirming and struggling and protesting all the way. Cranky and lost and pissed as hell.

"Don't make me restrain you," he'd warn.

"Give it your best shot," Matt would say, challenging him. Those dark eyes would be just as enticing, and Mohinder would feel a rush of desire that would cause his fist to shake on the small desk beside the examination chair.

"Well, in that case, I'm curious to see if you have ever tried to turn your abilities to the active rather than the passive," Mohinder would say, picking up his clipboard and scrawling something across it just to look official. He'd eye the belts lying on either side of the chair's armrests.

"What do you have in mind, Doctor?" A hint of playfulness in the voice like gravel.

"Try to stop me from restraining you. See if you can tell my mind what to think."

An irresistible grin, but no reply. Mohinder moving forward, slowly. Snapping the restraints over wrists (warm skin brushing his, his pulse quick and frantic). Standing astride the man's ankles to fasten the belt over his waist. Leaning in, his hands trembling, to buckle it. Trying desperately not to look at the growing bulge just beneath them. Trying desperately to beat down his own growing excitement. Inching closer without knowing it. They brush each other, knee to knee. "Well," Mohinder says as his lips curl up and his hands rise regretfully, hesitantly, away from the other man's body. "That didn't work. I suppose you're not able to mentally dominate."

"How do you know I didn't just command you to tie me up?" Matt says.

Mohinder stares at him in shock for a moment. The lewdness in Matt's eyes is palpable.

Something snaps inside him, and he's climbing up onto the lap of this man who hours ago was a stranger. He's winding his arms around the neck craning forward toward his face. He's pressing into him, they're rubbing together in a horribly lewd way. He can hear the arms in the restraints straining, trying vainly for freedom. Matt's tongue is in his mouth and his tongue is on Matt's tongue and it's the most insanely erotic and hardcore thing ever.

"What kind of testing is this, Doctor?" Matt whispers just before biting his ear.

Mohinder dips his head down to kiss at the inviting roundness of the man's stomach. "Intensive testing," he replies.