A/N: Just some 100-some word drabbles I've written for a project that looks now to be heading into the category of 'forever unfinished' along with various other stories/projects of mine. I thought I might as well post what I had.

Warnings: Variously rated. Implied non-con. Smut. An odd vampire one (that's probably confusing because it was originally over 200 words but I cut it down).

Blood

When Sylar comes in the darkness of night Mohinder can never keep him away.

Their struggle is repeated with punches thrown, a body tossed and Mohinder ending up pinned to the bed. Wriggling and cursing does nothing against his foe—well it does something but nothing Mohinder would ever admit—and when clothes are shredded, cool air shivering across naked flesh, their battle then changes.

Sylar dominates his mouth with tongue and sharp teeth, and Mohinder, despite giving in, takes great satisfaction when blood is drawn from his clawing. He lets himself go more fiercely when that fact is established.

Lifeless

Still and silent glassy brown eyes stare unwaveringly up at the ceiling. No gasp or cry or scream or hiss escapes bruised bleeding lips; at least not anymore.

Bouncy curls lay limp and dirty. Slender hands broken, cut, and blue. Blunted nails trailing down a slowly rising stomach, redness marking the copper flesh creates no stir in the lifeless creature, the once enchanting beauty, resting still below.

It only pisses Sylar off even more. Mohinder was not supposed to break, not supposed to shut himself off in his own little world; he was supposed be Sylar's strong, fighting prisoner forever.

Pleasure

Lights flash before his eyes. A cry rips free of his throat. Sylar slams his head back against the headboard and let his lower body thrust forth, dark curls tickling his thighs.

Mohinder's sinful mouth, warm and teasing with that tongue, wraps tight around Sylar's begging, engorged flesh and does not plan at all to let go.

It drives Sylar crazy, the unrelenting heat, and he's sure Mohinder should be gagging, should be choking, with his rock hard cock shoved so far in, but instead Mohinder moans and groans and whimpers, continuing to endlessly swallow him whole until Sylar's done.

Sleep

He doesn't comment on waking up at night to find the bed empty and himself alone. He doesn't question those bags under Sylar's eyes while they share a cup of coffee over the morning paper.

Mohinder knows it must be hard for him, knows Sylar faces distrust—from some rather too-caring friends—with every breath. So Mohinder keeps silent, doesn't comment, and pretends— when he shifts to wrap his arms around too chilled flesh—that Sylar has been there sleeping with him all along.

And Sylar doesn't comment on the rapid heartbeat pounding against his back and in his head.

Telekinesis

All it takes is a curl of the finger and everything around him bends to his will. A mere twitch, barely perceived, and bullets stop flying, cars get thrown, and people are shoved up against walls. It's an empowering having so much control; hands once set to manipulate small watches can now manipulate the greater world.

Generally his powers send objects, people, threats, away but they also work to bring certain people closer; a naive geneticist for one. Entangling his fingers in luscious black curls, listening to melodious spite from bruising lips, his telekinesis proves once again to be useful.

Vampire

He was enchanted; the beauty of the man before him painful on the eyes, making it impossible to turn away.

Ebony curls glistening in the firelight, golden skin aglow, grace with every movement, and pull of those lips revealing--fangs!?

Gabriel paused, realization pouring over him like a bucket of water.

That dark, seductive beauty was a monster, sinner, and above all else: his prey.

Gabriel felt the stirrings as the hunter in him wakened. He easily relinquished all control when he felt him start clawing hungrily.

Sylar was ready to have another creature writhing, bleeding, under his strong hold.

A/N: Since my obsession for the Heroes fandom has pretty much vanished recently (in the wake of new fandoms), I doubt I'll be updating or posting anymore Heroes fanfiction (unless season 3 is really cool and inspiring). Thanks for reading!