Two men and a daughter

okay so me and my friends are addicted to heroes and watch it every time it's on. when we first saw that mohinder and matt were living together with molly the only thing we could think of was 'OMG their GAY' so this is my take on that. this is before the recent ep that just aired this week. i might write more to it if everyone likes it but only if i get reviews

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"Talking"
'Thinking'
*Matt listening to thoughts*


Matt watches from the door way as Mohinder helps Molly in to bed talking to her about her school day. He has to admit that he never expected his life to turn out like it had. His wife leaving him or that the child she carried wasn't his or that Mohinder would just let him live with him and Molly. Though Molly seems to be enjoying both of their company even if her sleep is plagued with nightmares.

He can also say that he's happy the Indian man is back working in the city instead of somewhere else. Molly really needed the other man around since Matt really couldn't raise her on his own. The other man really has a mothering air about him when it comes to Molly and even him sometimes.

Smiling he pushes away from the door frame and walks over to the other side of Molly's bed to tuck her in and kiss her good night. Mohinder just watches him with those deep brown eyes that seem to know everything that's going on.

"Night Matt," Molly smiles up at him.

"Night sweetie," he says moving the air out of his face. "Sweet dreams alright?"

"I'll try," she says getting comfortable.

He nods and turns the light off as they leave the room, leaving the door cracked so they can keep an eye on her. Mohinder steps in to the kitchen rubbing the stuble on his jaw and opening the fridge.

"Beer?" he asks opening one for himself.

"Yeah I could use one," Matt sighs taking a seat at the table.

Mohinder grabs another beer before making his way over to Parkman. The man opens the beer nearly drinking it all in one go before settling back in his seat. Mohinder takes a seat across from him, just studying him like he would his work.

"How's work?" Mohinder asks.

"It's alright I guess," he sighs. "I'm glad I finally made it to dective even if I did use my powers. Molly got mad at me about that. She tell you?"

"Yeah," he smiles. "But it's a part of what you are just like her tracking skills is for her."

"How's your work?" he asks shifting slightly.

"Well...with this new company I'm hoping I'll be able to find a permenate cure for the disaease without having to drain myself dry. Of course there's no easy way to work it out. I am a little worried about why it only seems to target people that show powers."

"Probably cause mother nature is trying to fix her mistakes," Matt chuckles. "You never know."

"I suppose not but it has to bother you," Mohinder points out.

"Not really, not on my important list at the moment," he admits. "I'm more worried about Molly thought. Theses nightmares are making her sick, her teacher says she's sleeping in class. I just....I can't get her to talk about it with me and the few times I've listened in on her nightmares while waking her, it's like someone is destroying her from the insdie out."

"Matt," Mohinder says standing. "There's not a lot we can do about it right now except help her with it. Be there for her when she wakes up screaming."

"Yeah I know but I feel useless," he comments. "Not being able to help her. You at least saved her life from that sickness."

"If I recall you saved her from Slyer as well," he points out throwing the beer bottle out.

Matt nods at that and finishes his beer before following Mohinder in to the living room. The smaller man is straightening up a little and seems lost in his own thoughts. Mohinder turns to go in to his room when Matt grabs his wrist and presses his lips firmly against him. At first he struggles, frightened by the sudden movement before relaxing against him.

Matt pulls Mohinder flush against him, gently bitting at the plump bottom lip seeking enterance. Mohinder opens his mouth for the questing tongue with a soft sigh that turns in to a moan as Matt begins to fuck his mouth with his tongue. Mohinder has never felt like this in his life, even with the few women he's slept with and he never thought another man could make his knees week.

Matt pulls away after a moment leaving them both panting blobs before backing away quickly and running his hands through his hand.

"Man Mohinder I'm sorry I shouldn't-" he starts but is interupted as Mohinder kisses him.

Matt shuts his brain down as he kisses back, pushes the smaller man in to the wall and trying to touch everything at once. Mohinder wraps his arms around Matt's neck pulling him as close as possible and battling with his tongue. They pull away once more, breathless and staring at each other.

*Gods....people kiss like that?*

Matt chuckles softly, lightly pressing his lips to Mohinder's before pulling back again. He runs his finers lightly over a stern jaw and in to soft locks.

"Bed?" Matt asks, not wanting to force the matter.

"Yes," Mohinder replies.

They seperate long enought to go in to Mohinder's room where they strip down to their boxers. Matt grabs Mohinder kissing him again as he lowers him on to the bed, nibbling on the swallown lips as he runs his hand down his throat and on to his chest. He breaks away leaving the Indian to moan loudly as he attacks his throat with licks and sharp nips.

Mohinder withers under the larger male as Matt's rough fingers trail over his nipple and he sucks on his throat and shoulder. He runs his hands down Matt's arms lightly touching his chest and back. Spreading his legs so that he can settle between them. Matt begins kissing downward to his other nipple as his fingers roughly roll and pinch flesh.

Matt lowers his mouth on to a taunt nipple gently sucking on the flesh and biting it as he rolls the other around. Mohinder moans loudly, nails digging lightly in to his light flesh.

*Harder, please gods harder*

Matt smirks around the flesh in his mouth as he bites roughly on the flesh and roughly twists the nipple in his fingers. Mohinder nearly screams at that, barely stopping himself by biting his lower lip. Matt chuckles at him as he slides his hand down his quivering stomach and moves to mouth the other nipple. Mohinder's nails dig in to his shoulder deeply as Matt slides his hand in to the boxers, grabbing at the senstive flesh.

Matt moans when Mohinder scratches at him and tuggs at the hard cock plusing in his hand and leaking precum all over the cotton shorts and his hand. He leans back on his heels to pull the cloth away, watching Mohinder's eyes for any sign he wants to stop. All he does is kick the boxers away and spread himself open for Matt to feast on.

Mohinder was really a piece of work. All lean muscles and slinder hips that show his rock hard cock glistening with precum. The Indian stretches, watching the lust chase across Matt's face as he watches. Matt reaches forward grabbing the hard flesh and swiping his thumb over the head. Mohinder trembles as Matt begins to jerk him slowly, giving just enough pressure to know he's there but not the friction.

"Matt," he moans arching in to the touch.

Matt smiles and leans forward licking at the head. He swirls his tongue around the head before dipping it in to the slit and then deep throating it. Mohinder jerks under him, legs trying to close around his head and hands in his hair. He tries not to moan too loud as Matt sucks on him, pumping with one hand what he doesn't swallow and his other hand trails up a sensitive inner thigh.

*Oh shit! Oh shit! More, please more*

Matt pulls up to look down at him a moment. Mohinder moans in disappoint and opens his eyes to study him, wanting so badly for that warm cavern to wrapped around him again. Matt gently runs his hand down the side of his face which he turns to nuzzle.

"Lube?" Matt asks quietly.

"I have (pant) hand lotion in (pant) the drewer," Mohinder breaths.

Matt nods and opens the night stand drewer pulling out a well used bottle of lotion. Mohinder watches as Matt pours some on his fingers, keeping eye contact which only makes him harder. Matt forces his legs up and open move as he moves back to sucking on his cock. He jerks up when he first feels the coolness of the lotion covered digit circle his hole.

Matt watches his reactions as he slowly shoves one finger in to him up to a knukkle. Mohinder shudders almost violent, twisting the blanket in his hands and back arched in what had to be painful. Matt keeps his finger still but redoubles his effort on the cock in his mouth, sucking hard on the head while twirling his tongue around it. After a few minutes he slowly pulls his finger out before shoving it back in.

Mohinder winces at the first breech of the finger. Unused muscles demanding the objects retreat and a small burn working it's way up his spine. He nearly looses it though when Matt sucks harder on his cock. When the finger begins to move he moans even louder, the slight burn making the pleasure even more intense. He bites his lip as another digit enters him, tears stinging at his eyes.

Matt pulls off his cock and leans over him, lightly kissing him so that he can taste himself on his lips.

"Shh baby," Matt whispers in his ear. "Push back, it work hurt as much. You have to relax or it'll hurt worse."

Mohinder nods to him before taking the swollown lips in another kiss. Matt slowly withdraws his fingers while Mohinder is distracted. He hooks his fingers looking for the spot that would make Mohinder scream in pleasure. He knows he's found in when Mohinder wraps his legs around him and pulls him harshly on to him. Expertly working that one spot to make the smaller male whither and moan. After a few mintues he removes his fingers and leans back to pull his boxers off.

Mohinder watches his movments, taking in the scars from the bullets down to his hard cock that is nearly purple with it's need.

*Sexy*

Matt blushes at that as Mohinder slowly reaches forward to touch him. Sliding soft fingers over hard nipples, over scars, and along his hard cock. He moans deeply grabbing the tan hands and bring them to his lips to gently kiss and bite. Mohinder smiles at the small jesture and grabs the hand lotion to dump all over the hot flesh. Matt moans loudly, keeping a grip on tan shoulders as skilled hands slide the lotion all over his cock.

"Mohinder stop," Matt pants. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up."

"That wouldn't be so bad if I didn't want you in me," Mohinder teases leaning up to kiss him again.

Matt moans as he pushes him back on to the bed, pulling his legs up on to his waist. Mohinder grips his arms and locks his ankles as Matt slowly pushes in. The searing pain has him seeing through glassy eyes as he tries not to scream. Once the head is in both remain completely still. Matt trying not to blow his load in the tight heat surrounding his most sensitive body part and Mohinder trying to get use to such a large intrusion.

Mohinder rotates his hips slightly causing Matt to slide in more and a moan to be riped out of the mind reader's throat. He grips on to Mohinder hip as he begins pushing himself all the way in, stopping when Mohinder's breath becomes lost. They remain motionless for a few more moments before Matt pulls out and pushes back in.

*Oh god that hurt but this feels so good*

Matt gently rubs his hip as he slowly builds up a rythem. Mohinder moans loudly as Matt brushes against his prostrate making his clinch almost too tightly around Matt. Matt struggles to keep his orgasm at bay, wanting Mohinder to cum first. He drags his hand away from the slender hip and grabs on to the hard cock leaking precum all over a taunt stomach.

A few harsh strokes and Mohinder tenses up tightly and ropey white strings landing on his stomach. The tightening muscles around his cock causes Matt to grab harshly to slender him and thrust a few more times before stilling and spilling inside the warm body.

The two remain still for a few moments trying to catch their breaths. Slowly Matt removes himself and gets up to get a washcloth cor Mohinder before crawling in to bed beside him. Matt pulls the smaller man to him, keeping him curled in to his body. Matt gently runs his hand through sweatly locks.

"Thanks," he whispers hoping Mohinder is a sleep.

Mohinder smiles and grabs his hand wrapping it around his waste. Matt smiles as he falls a sleep.

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wel, there you go. this is for my friends who gave me the idea.