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ok, one more meme to get me thru the boring that is monday
still trying to get Wild West MattMo out of head...
One word Meme: Give me a word, and a fandom. That I know. A fandom, not the word. That's what a dictionary is for. I will write something. A few sentences.
One word Meme: Give me a word, and a fandom. That I know. A fandom, not the word. That's what a dictionary is for. I will write something. A few sentences.
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Heroes (MattMo, Duh) - Nicotine...
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The end of Matt's words drifted into the night along with a final puff of smoke. Mohinder could smell the faint acid tint of nicotine on his breath. The last ashes of the cigar were dying in the sand beneath him. A wind raked through the fire, making the sparks fly up. Mohinder shivered and shifted in the sand, trying to find warmth.
And then there was warmth, there was a warm hand and hot breath on his face, and then he could taste the nicotine. Nicotine and dry lips, and warmth became heat, and heat became unbearable.
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heroes - mattmo - rebate
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Here, to make it up to you, I'll do druglord/prostitute.
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"That wasn't the price you gave Eden," Mohinder complained.
"Eden brings in a lot more business for me," Matt drawled. "In the end, Mohinder, you have, how do I call this? A niche market. Until you can find yourself a corner outside a nest of gay guys, you're going to have to pay me the difference."
Mohinder moved forward, brought his shoulders flush against Matt's. A dark hand drifted to the larger man's belt.
"Perhaps I should stand outside your apartment, then," Mohinder said. "Maybe I could get some business from you or that Nathan fellow you're shacking up with."
Matt smiled. His eyes were on Mohinder's lips. "Nathan's old news," he growled, arching forward against him. "I suppose I could see about a, what do you call it when you get money back later?"
"A rebate?" Mohinder smiled, jerking Matt forward with surprising strength.
"Right, a rebate," whispered Matt in a husky voice before their lips met.
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and omg i love my drabble. thank you! :smootches:
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Smootches back. (Smootches with stars!)
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Not that it mattered. He had found something that night. It just wasn't what he'd been looking for.
Then again, maybe it was.
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:)
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Matt liked faces. He'd loved Janice's pout. Had been drawn to the loneliness in Ted's eyes. But he's never had a craving to touch someone's body like he does for Mohinder. And it's ridiculous, because Mohinder's got the prettiest face he's ever seen. But it's the slim arms, the solid hips, the dark legs that entice him, taunt him. He wants to feel it with his own. Wants to crush it into submission, wants to hold it up on a pedestal. He wants Mohinder's everything. Wants that body to be his to touch from toes to fingertips to yes, even that beautiful face. The need is slowly killing him. Control of his own body is slipping away.
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