Fiction: Alpha Dog part 1
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kethniName: Alpha Dog chapter 1
Rating: Hard 18
Warnings: Dub-con & Non-con sex, disturbing themes, physical and psychological torture. Dark and pervy.
Pairings: Matt/Nathan (implied initially), Matt/Mohinder, Matt/Charlie
For Hallowstranger who wanted - Matt/Nathan where Arthur gives Matt to Nathan as a pet (dedicated/loyal Matt)
Note: It’s a little like the flip side of Ruling in Hell. The plot is only very vaguely sketched so any thoughts, ideas, or requests are very welcome.
“Where did you find him?” asks a voice, as the cover is taken from the cage.
“Patrol picked him up hiding in an alleyway. Cold, hungry, cowering.”
Dark eyes look in through the bars. “Hello boy,” the first voice says gently. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take good care of you.”
“Don’t get too attached just yet, son, we don’t know it he’s salvageable.”
“I think he’s perfect dad, thank you. What do you think Mohinder?”
“Leave me out of it.”
“I’m afraid the good doctor doesn’t approve.”
Mohinder slams a hand down on the table and the noise makes the man strapped into the chair cry out.
“I was told...”
“Fuck what you were told,” Matt snarls. “My prisoner and my priority is information.”
“By torturing him?”
“Well I tried asking him nicely, but what do you know, he wouldn’t tell me.”
“Pleassse...” the prisoner in the chair moans.
Matt backhands him without even looking at him. “I told you to shut up with the ‘please’ and ‘no’ already.”
“This is barbaric,” Mohinder insists.
Matt shoves him. “Yeah?”
“Don’t push me.”
Matt shoves him again. “Or what?”
Mohinder stumbles back. “I said, don’t push me.”
Matt heaves him against the wall, knocking the breath from him. “Make me.”
“Stop it,” Mohinder pants.
“Or what?” Matt asks, looming over him. “I’m busy. Too busy for your shit.”
“You don’t threaten me,” Mohinder quavers. “You can’t.”
Matt grabs him by the hair and, ignoring his protests, drags him towards the door.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he says to the prisoner as he hauls Mohinder out.
“Get off me!” Mohinder hisses as he thrown over a desk.
“Oh shut up,” Matt barks, pinning him down and ripping down his trousers and underpants. “Lube?”
“Let me go!”
“Lube?”
“Jacket pocket!” Mohinder squirms underneath him.
Matt prepares him quickly. “I’m just about sick of hearing you bang on and on.”
Mohinder gasps as Matt slams into him. A heavy hand grips his hair and the other paws at his thigh.
“Stop fucking moving or I swear to god I’ll make you.”
“Hurts.”
“Yeah?” Matt reaches around to grope at Mohinder’s balls. He smiles at the desperate moan he gets in response. “You gotta learn to loosen up doctor. You’re far... too... tight.”
Mohinder sobs and tries to pull away as Matt comes.
“Jesus Christ, what part of ‘stop moving’ is so hard to understand?” Matt pants. He pulls Mohinder up by the hair and crushes him close with his arm. “Do as you’re told,” he growls and bites the back of Mohinder’s neck ferociously.
Mohinder’s fingers scrabble at Matt’s arm and then he goes limp and unresisting.
Matt turns the bite into a hard kiss. He moves his hand from Mohinder’s hair down and around to toy with Mohinder’s cock and balls.
“Mine.”
“Yes.”
“Are you hungry, boy? I bet you are.”
“He needs psychological help!”
“Shush, don’t listen to the nasty doctor. Come here boy; let daddy feed you and look after you.”
“I can’t watch this.”
“You’ll watch what I tell you to watch. Oh, hey, it’s alright, boy. Daddy isn’t angry at you. Come here and let daddy take care of you.”
Nathan looks at Mohinder over his cup of coffee and raises an eyebrow. “What’s your problem, doctor?”
“Your Rottweiler is my problem,” Mohinder says stalking uncomfortably around the room. “I went to see why my subject hadn’t arrived and Parkman was torturing him.”
“That is his job,” Nathan says mildly. “Part of it at least.”
“Torture?”
Nathan smiles and sits back in his seat. “Some people call your experiments torture.”
“That is not the same!”
“A point of view, certainly,” Nathan says with a wide smile. “Did you get your subject eventually?”
“No, he was still tormenting the wretch when he... when I left.”
Nathan presses a button on the intercom, “Brad, would you ask Director Parkman to pop along here please? Thank you.”
“What did you do that for?” Mohinder hisses.
“You approach him all wrong,” Nathan says walking around and sitting on the desk. “Parkman only responds to a strong hand, you know that. But you do let him intimidate you and that’s like a red rag to a bull.”
“Forgive me for being intimidated by the torturer!”
“Tch, tch,” Nathan says, wagging his finger. “Now, now Mohinder, I allow your little moments of melodrama but you go too far. Interrogation is a legitimate and necessary part of antiterrorism. He might play a little rough from time to time but it’s just his natural boisterous temperament.”
“He’s a monster!”
Nathan smirks and leans back on the desk. “Mohinder, did he fuck you again? You always make such a fuss. If you really didn’t want it you’d stay out of his way.”
Mohinder reddens and looks away. “That’s not... that’s not the point, the point is...”
“Did you go to the interrogation suite? You did, didn’t you? You went to the interrogation suite while he was in the middle of questioning a prisoner. Tch, you know how his blood gets up. He was all excited and you got up in his face didn’t you?”
“I had a legitimate question!”
“That you could have called him and asked,” Nathan points out. “Or emailed or sent a note, any number of things. But you didn’t, you went down there knowing there was a solid likelihood he’d pin you down and fuck you. Honestly Mohinder, you bring these things on yourself.”
“I... look, I was supposed to get Mr Woolsly this morning and I didn’t. That’s the issue here. Homeland Security behaves like a law to itself. It’s not just me that’s noticed!” Mohinder protests.
“I’ve asked you boys to play nicely before.”
“I’m not the one refusing to cooperate.”
The intercom on the desk buzzes and Nathan presses a button. “Yes Brad?”
“Director Parkman is here,” the suddenly anxious Brad announces. “Um, can I send him in, please?”
“Yes Brad, please do,” Nathan says nicely. He presses the button and turns back to Mohinder. “Someone else who lets Parkman intimidate him, when all it takes is the correct attitude and the right tone of voice.”
There is a sharp rat-a-tat of a knock against the door.
“Come in,” Nathan calls, and makes a show of casually examining his nails as Matt prowls in.
Mohinder presses his back against the wall but Matt completely ignores him. He walks to the desk and inclines his head with an almost inaudible ‘hmm?’
“Oh, Matt,” Nathan says, as if surprised to see him. “Thank you for coming along. Doctor Suresh had some concerns.”
Now Matt glances at Mohinder with a look of distant curiosity. “Concerns?”
Mohinder takes a deep breath and, clenching his fists, forces himself to walk closer. “You’re supposed to send up prisoners without delay.”
Matt half turns to him, so that he isn’t showing Nathan his back, and invades Mohinder’s personal space. “We do.”
“A week...” Mohinder stammers. “You’ve had Woolsly a week and...” Matt takes another step forward and Mohinder backs away. Matt smirks unpleasantly. “You’re supposed to send them as soon as possible,” Mohinder finishes weakly.
“We do.” Matt steps forward and Mohinder backs up against the wall.
“Matt,” Nathan says softly. “That’s enough.”
Matt shrinks back and turns to face Nathan, with his back to Mohinder. “We send them as soon as possible,” he says diffidently. “But ‘as soon as possible’ isn’t the same as ‘immediately’, Sir.”
Nathan smiles benevolently. “That does make sense. Don’t you think that makes sense, Mohinder?”
“We wait weeks sometimes,” Mohinder says in a rush of words. “Then much of the time we get a corpse!”
“A corpse has genetic markers doesn’t it?” Nathan asks.
“Yes but try getting one to talk to you about how it manifested!” Mohinder snaps.
Matt starts towards him but Nathan holds up his hand.
“Now, now doctor mind who you’re raising your voice to.”
Mohinder lets out a breath. “I beg your pardon Mr President, I’m a little tense. I can’t imagine why.”
“Oh my god! You’re doing that in front of me? It’s not enough you’re doing it you have to make an exhibition of it?”
“You like that boy? Does that feel good? I think it does. You see Mohinder, it’s very easy to keep him happy.”
“I think you’ll find that makes everyone happy.”
“Calm down boy, calm down. The nasty man didn’t mean to sound so sarcastic I’m sure. Let go of the doctor and lie down. There’s a good boy.”
“For god’s sake Nathan! He almost...”
“Mind your tone Mohinder, Matt is very protective of me. Isn’t that right boy? You love your daddy, don’t you?”
“I have a suggestion,” Nathan says, steepling his fingers. “Perhaps in future, rather than wait until interrogations are completed, Doctor Suresh can work with you?”
“What?” Mohinder asks, wide-eyed. “Nathan...”
“What do you think, Matt?” Nathan prompts.
Matt blinks docilely at him. “If that’s what you think is best, sir.”
“I... I don’t think that’s very practical,” Mohinder protests.
“Nonsense,” Nathan says briskly. “Matt, when you arrest someone you ensure that you inform Doctor Suresh. Doctor you go along and Matt will ensure you get some time, a reasonable amount of time, to take some samples. Between interrogations, or as part of the interrogation perhaps, Doctor Suresh can ask some questions. You boys can work out the details.” He claps his hands together happily. “Then after Matt is finished Mohinder can have what’s left.”
“I... Nathan, I don’t think this is going to work,” Mohinder stammers. “We don’t work well together.”
“Practice, Mohinder,” Nathan says cheerfully. “It makes perfect.” He walks over and claps a hand on Mohinder’s shoulder. “Think about what I said about that attitude adjustment, hmm?”
Mohinder gives him a sickly smile.
Mohinder jumps when the phone rings and he almost crushes the slide he’s holding.
“Are you alright, doc?” Elle asks.
“Fine, fine,” he stammers as she answers the phone. “Just a little anxious this morning.” He watches the colour fade from her face. “Who is it?” he asks softly.
“I’ll... I’ll just get him,” she says quickly, and shoves the phone at Mohinder. “It’s him.”
“Him?”
“The Homeland Security Director.”
Mohinder swallows sharply. “Yes?” he asks. “Oh. Fine.” He puts the phone down and smiles hopefully at her. “They’ve made an arrest so someone needs to go and...”
“No!” Elle says instantly. “No, no, no. Last time I came so hard I bust a blood vessel in my eye! I don’t get sick pay you know, and it took three weeks to heal.”
Mohinder shifts uncomfortably. “I think you’re exaggerating.”
“And he asked for you! He’d be really pissed if he asked for you and got me.” She brushes her hair back off her face. “Be a man.”
“Be a man,” Mohinder mutters heading for the door. “Easy for you to say.”
“I need you to do me a favour, Mohinder.”
“Can we... does he have to be here? You know he makes me uncomfortable.”
“Does he? I don’t know why. Matt, come here and show Mohinder how nice you can be.”
“Oh, no Nathan... get him off me!”
“Mohinder, you really need to learn to relax and enjoy life.”
“Ple...ase... please Nathan... get him off me.”
“That’s very good Matt, now come over here. There’s a good boy. Does the good boy deserve a treat? I think he does. Just the one, the doctor says we have to watch your calorie intake.”
“Jesus Christ! What the hell are you trying to do to me? What have I ever said or done that made you think I would WANT that?”
“Matt, Matt calm down. Mohinder I’ve told you before about raising your voice to me in front of him.”
“Nathan, you have got to get him some help! He is going to end up killing someone.”
“He’s a little tightly wound I’ll admit. I don’t have enough time to give him the attention that he needs. That’s what I want you to help me with. He needs to blow off some steam more often and I can hardly take him into the White House with me.”
“What? No! Dear god, no.”
“Hey, hey it’s alright boy. Shush, shush it’s okay. Don’t be upset. The doctor didn’t mean it that way. He likes you. Mohinder tell him that you like him.”
“Nathan...”
“Mohinder, don’t be churlish. Tell Matt that you like him.”
“I don’t think that...”
“Damn it Mohinder! You see what you did?”
“I didn’t mean to upset him. I don’t know why he’s upset when it’s not as if he likes me!”
“Shush, shush, it’s okay, boy. It’s okay. The doctor likes you; he’s just shy. He just needs a little help coming out of his shell. Don’t fuss now, Matt. Daddy loves you. Mohinder come on, would it kill you to open a little and show him some affection?”
“Fine, there. Enough?”
“Is that it?”
“He’s not my post-nervous-breakdown and near catatonic ‘pet’!”
“Mohinder, he’s not an idiot and he’s not deaf. I’ll thank you not to talk about him in that way. Now I need you to take him until he’s ready to meet people...”
“I can’t! Take him? What am I going to do with him? Oh god! Can you make him stop carrying on so? Really Nathan, if he’s so distressed at the idea of it then you wouldn’t force him surely?”
“It’s okay, it’s okay boy. Shush now, it’s okay, daddy loves you. I’ll come and see you every morning and every evening. You’ll see me just as much as you do now. But the doctor will be able to give you extra attention and affection that I can’t.”
Mohinder stamps up to the reception desk and glares at the bored looking guard.
“I’m here to see Parkman,” he says sharply.
The guard raises his eyebrows. “You mean the Director?”
“Why, do you have another one?”
“Funny bleeder aren’t you?” the guard says sourly, picking up a phone. He pushes a form at Mohinder. “Fill that in.”
Charlie stiffens as a large hand rests on the back of her neck.
“Finished the report yet?” Matt asks.
“I’m just making the changes you asked for,” she says meekly.
Matt runs his fingers through her hair. “You said an hour.”
“Yes Sir. I’m sorry sir.” Charlie braces herself and looks up at him. “Please forgive me.”
He smiles slightly and taps her nose with his finger. “Another half hour, alright?”
“Thank you, Sir,” she says relaxing.
Matt strokes a lock of her hair behind her ear. “When Suresh arrives, show him in and make us some coffee.”
“Yes sir,” Charlie says obediently.
“Mr Parkman, I have a boyfriend!”
“That’s nice, nobody should be alone.”
“He wouldn’t want you... ohhh... I mean um...”
“I don’t care about him, just you. I want to know what you want, Charlie. What do you want, hmm? Is this what you want?”
“I... oh golly... ohh... Mr... Mr Parkman I...”
“You don’t have to keep calling me Mr Parkman.”
“I... this isn’t part of my job descrip...ahh..tion!”
“This isn’t work, Charlie. This is a reward for being a good girl. Good girls should be rewarded and naughty girls should be punished.”
“You... you could give me a raise! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!”
“But I want you to be a good girl all the time, Charlie. I can’t give you a pay raise every day now can I?”
Mohinder balks at the brightly lit reception area; tastefully decorated in shades of pink, with lush pot plants, and with light classical musical playing. There is a wide oval beech desk with a computer in the middle, a small display of soft toys on one side, and a bowl of fruit on the other side. The pretty, fresh faced young woman sat at the computer offers Mohinder a bright smile.
“Why hi there, you must be Doctor Suresh?” she asks.
“Yes, I was looking for the Director’s office?”
“Well you found it! I’m Charlie.” She stands up to offer her hand and Mohinder stares at the plunging top and micro-mini skirt.
“Do you think that’s appropriate attire for your position?” he asks.
Her cheeks flush pink as she blushes and tugs awkwardly at the hem of her skirt. “Oh, Mr Parkman picked me out lots of clothes. Today he wanted me to wear this.”
“He chooses your clothes?” Mohinder asks.
Charlie laughs uncertainly and shrugs. “He has his phases. Sometimes very severe, sometimes very pretty, and sometimes like this.” She tries unsuccessfully to pull the blouse up to cover her breasts. “So if you’ll come with me I’ll show you right through.”
“How long have you been working for him?”
“Oh, gosh, almost a year now,” Charlie says, tottering unsteadily on five inch heels.
“Let me guess, he chose the shoes too?” Mohinder asks sourly.
She taps on the office door and then opens it. “Mr Parkman, Doctor Suresh is here. I’ll get that coffee now.”
Matt looks up from the computer and nods. “Okay, Charlie.”
“You dress her up like a toy?” Mohinder spits, slamming a hand down on the desk. “What is wrong with you?”
“You dressed me up,” Matt observes, lounging back in his chair. “You remember that?”
Mohinder reddens angrily. “You’re not seriously comparing the two things? Nathan had been keeping you naked, all I tried to do was give you some dignity!”
“Sure,” Matt yawns, stretching back. “It wasn’t that you found my nudity excruciatingly embarrassing or dressing me up exciting.”
Mohinder looks away. “You gave me some cock and balls... bull, cock and bull story about Peter Petrelli being in custody?”
The chair creaks as Matt stands up. Mohinder looks up startled and backs away as Matt approaches.
“Cock and balls?” Matt asks, pinning Mohinder against the wall. “Got something on your mind have you?”
“Let me go,” Mohinder says quietly, straining at Matt’s grasp.
“Or what?”
“You win, okay? You’re bigger and stronger than me, you win. Let me go.”
“You don’t play fair, Suresh,” Matt says, gathering Mohinder’s wrists together and holding them easily in one large hand. His other hand grips Mohinder’s face and forces it up. “You acquiesce over and over but it doesn’t stick. Do you get off on me forcing you to submit?”
“I won’t be that girl,” Mohinder grits. “I won’t be dressed up and paraded around.”
“You’ll belong to me soon. You would already if you had more sense.”
“Nathan did this to you. Don’t you see that? You were sick and he took advantage of you in the worst possible way.”
There’s a small tap on the door.
“Come in,” Matt says cheerfully, letting go of Mohinder. “Sit down, Suresh.”
Mohinder stumbles backwards as Charlie walks carrying in a tray off coffee and biscuits.
“Have you finished the report?” Matt asks, touching her waist.
“Yes sir, I’ve emailed it you. I’m sorry it took longer than I expected.”
Matt touches her lower lip with his thumb and winks.
She puts the tray down and as she bends over her skirt rides up showing the tiny white silk shorts.
“You pick those too?” Mohinder sneers.
Charlie goes red with embarrassment, standing up quickly and trying to tug down her skirt.
“Ignore him,” Matt says gently to her. “Take your break now, hmm?”
“Yes sir,” Charlie smoothes the skirt down and teeters out.
Matt backhands Mohinder in the face then grabs him by the scruff of the neck and shoves him down onto the guest chair.
“You don’t embarrass her. You mind your mouth and you play nicely.”
Mohinder clutches his face and nods silently.
Matt leans down, hands on the arms of the chair, looming over Mohinder. “Charlie is mine. You don’t upset or hurt what’s mine, understand?”
“Yes,” Mohinder says quietly.
Matt cups Mohinder’s face in his palm. “Drink your coffee. We’ll go and see Peter.”
Charlie is sat at the far end of the desk reading a book and drinking a cup of hot chocolate. She looks up when Matt and Mohinder walk into reception. She puts down her book and straightens up as Matt walks over to her. He sits down on the desk and strokes her hair as he talks to her. Mohinder watches her smile shyly and tip up her face to let Matt kiss and lick her throat.
“Doesn’t it bother her that you’re screwing around on her?” Mohinder asks as they wait for the elevator.
“You know it isn’t that way.” Matt walks into the elevator as the doors open. “You know exactly how it is.”
Matt struts into the cell and Mohinder stops in the doorway, staring.
“What are you doing?” Mohinder hisses. “This is Peter Petrelli!”
Matt prowls over to the bed where the naked man is lying bound and gagged face down on the bed. “Hmm mmm, it is.” He paws at Peter’s thighs idly and smiles at the muffled yells.
“The President...”
“Taking my name in vain, Mohinder?” Nathan asks, looking into the cell.
“Sir, Mr President, I had nothing to do with this!” Mohinder wails.
Nathan strolls into the cell where Matt still has his hand on Peter’s legs. “Can you break him?”
“I think so, Sir,” Matt says diffidently. “If I can do what I need to.”
“Good.” Nathan strokes Matt’s face and Matt leans into his touch. “If you do, you can keep him afterwards. Would you like that boy?"
“Yes daddy."
Chapter 2
Rating: Hard 18
Warnings: Dub-con & Non-con sex, disturbing themes, physical and psychological torture. Dark and pervy.
Pairings: Matt/Nathan (implied initially), Matt/Mohinder, Matt/Charlie
For Hallowstranger who wanted - Matt/Nathan where Arthur gives Matt to Nathan as a pet (dedicated/loyal Matt)
Note: It’s a little like the flip side of Ruling in Hell. The plot is only very vaguely sketched so any thoughts, ideas, or requests are very welcome.
“Where did you find him?” asks a voice, as the cover is taken from the cage.
“Patrol picked him up hiding in an alleyway. Cold, hungry, cowering.”
Dark eyes look in through the bars. “Hello boy,” the first voice says gently. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take good care of you.”
“Don’t get too attached just yet, son, we don’t know it he’s salvageable.”
“I think he’s perfect dad, thank you. What do you think Mohinder?”
“Leave me out of it.”
“I’m afraid the good doctor doesn’t approve.”
Mohinder slams a hand down on the table and the noise makes the man strapped into the chair cry out.
“I was told...”
“Fuck what you were told,” Matt snarls. “My prisoner and my priority is information.”
“By torturing him?”
“Well I tried asking him nicely, but what do you know, he wouldn’t tell me.”
“Pleassse...” the prisoner in the chair moans.
Matt backhands him without even looking at him. “I told you to shut up with the ‘please’ and ‘no’ already.”
“This is barbaric,” Mohinder insists.
Matt shoves him. “Yeah?”
“Don’t push me.”
Matt shoves him again. “Or what?”
Mohinder stumbles back. “I said, don’t push me.”
Matt heaves him against the wall, knocking the breath from him. “Make me.”
“Stop it,” Mohinder pants.
“Or what?” Matt asks, looming over him. “I’m busy. Too busy for your shit.”
“You don’t threaten me,” Mohinder quavers. “You can’t.”
Matt grabs him by the hair and, ignoring his protests, drags him towards the door.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he says to the prisoner as he hauls Mohinder out.
“Get off me!” Mohinder hisses as he thrown over a desk.
“Oh shut up,” Matt barks, pinning him down and ripping down his trousers and underpants. “Lube?”
“Let me go!”
“Lube?”
“Jacket pocket!” Mohinder squirms underneath him.
Matt prepares him quickly. “I’m just about sick of hearing you bang on and on.”
Mohinder gasps as Matt slams into him. A heavy hand grips his hair and the other paws at his thigh.
“Stop fucking moving or I swear to god I’ll make you.”
“Hurts.”
“Yeah?” Matt reaches around to grope at Mohinder’s balls. He smiles at the desperate moan he gets in response. “You gotta learn to loosen up doctor. You’re far... too... tight.”
Mohinder sobs and tries to pull away as Matt comes.
“Jesus Christ, what part of ‘stop moving’ is so hard to understand?” Matt pants. He pulls Mohinder up by the hair and crushes him close with his arm. “Do as you’re told,” he growls and bites the back of Mohinder’s neck ferociously.
Mohinder’s fingers scrabble at Matt’s arm and then he goes limp and unresisting.
Matt turns the bite into a hard kiss. He moves his hand from Mohinder’s hair down and around to toy with Mohinder’s cock and balls.
“Mine.”
“Yes.”
“Are you hungry, boy? I bet you are.”
“He needs psychological help!”
“Shush, don’t listen to the nasty doctor. Come here boy; let daddy feed you and look after you.”
“I can’t watch this.”
“You’ll watch what I tell you to watch. Oh, hey, it’s alright, boy. Daddy isn’t angry at you. Come here and let daddy take care of you.”
Nathan looks at Mohinder over his cup of coffee and raises an eyebrow. “What’s your problem, doctor?”
“Your Rottweiler is my problem,” Mohinder says stalking uncomfortably around the room. “I went to see why my subject hadn’t arrived and Parkman was torturing him.”
“That is his job,” Nathan says mildly. “Part of it at least.”
“Torture?”
Nathan smiles and sits back in his seat. “Some people call your experiments torture.”
“That is not the same!”
“A point of view, certainly,” Nathan says with a wide smile. “Did you get your subject eventually?”
“No, he was still tormenting the wretch when he... when I left.”
Nathan presses a button on the intercom, “Brad, would you ask Director Parkman to pop along here please? Thank you.”
“What did you do that for?” Mohinder hisses.
“You approach him all wrong,” Nathan says walking around and sitting on the desk. “Parkman only responds to a strong hand, you know that. But you do let him intimidate you and that’s like a red rag to a bull.”
“Forgive me for being intimidated by the torturer!”
“Tch, tch,” Nathan says, wagging his finger. “Now, now Mohinder, I allow your little moments of melodrama but you go too far. Interrogation is a legitimate and necessary part of antiterrorism. He might play a little rough from time to time but it’s just his natural boisterous temperament.”
“He’s a monster!”
Nathan smirks and leans back on the desk. “Mohinder, did he fuck you again? You always make such a fuss. If you really didn’t want it you’d stay out of his way.”
Mohinder reddens and looks away. “That’s not... that’s not the point, the point is...”
“Did you go to the interrogation suite? You did, didn’t you? You went to the interrogation suite while he was in the middle of questioning a prisoner. Tch, you know how his blood gets up. He was all excited and you got up in his face didn’t you?”
“I had a legitimate question!”
“That you could have called him and asked,” Nathan points out. “Or emailed or sent a note, any number of things. But you didn’t, you went down there knowing there was a solid likelihood he’d pin you down and fuck you. Honestly Mohinder, you bring these things on yourself.”
“I... look, I was supposed to get Mr Woolsly this morning and I didn’t. That’s the issue here. Homeland Security behaves like a law to itself. It’s not just me that’s noticed!” Mohinder protests.
“I’ve asked you boys to play nicely before.”
“I’m not the one refusing to cooperate.”
The intercom on the desk buzzes and Nathan presses a button. “Yes Brad?”
“Director Parkman is here,” the suddenly anxious Brad announces. “Um, can I send him in, please?”
“Yes Brad, please do,” Nathan says nicely. He presses the button and turns back to Mohinder. “Someone else who lets Parkman intimidate him, when all it takes is the correct attitude and the right tone of voice.”
There is a sharp rat-a-tat of a knock against the door.
“Come in,” Nathan calls, and makes a show of casually examining his nails as Matt prowls in.
Mohinder presses his back against the wall but Matt completely ignores him. He walks to the desk and inclines his head with an almost inaudible ‘hmm?’
“Oh, Matt,” Nathan says, as if surprised to see him. “Thank you for coming along. Doctor Suresh had some concerns.”
Now Matt glances at Mohinder with a look of distant curiosity. “Concerns?”
Mohinder takes a deep breath and, clenching his fists, forces himself to walk closer. “You’re supposed to send up prisoners without delay.”
Matt half turns to him, so that he isn’t showing Nathan his back, and invades Mohinder’s personal space. “We do.”
“A week...” Mohinder stammers. “You’ve had Woolsly a week and...” Matt takes another step forward and Mohinder backs away. Matt smirks unpleasantly. “You’re supposed to send them as soon as possible,” Mohinder finishes weakly.
“We do.” Matt steps forward and Mohinder backs up against the wall.
“Matt,” Nathan says softly. “That’s enough.”
Matt shrinks back and turns to face Nathan, with his back to Mohinder. “We send them as soon as possible,” he says diffidently. “But ‘as soon as possible’ isn’t the same as ‘immediately’, Sir.”
Nathan smiles benevolently. “That does make sense. Don’t you think that makes sense, Mohinder?”
“We wait weeks sometimes,” Mohinder says in a rush of words. “Then much of the time we get a corpse!”
“A corpse has genetic markers doesn’t it?” Nathan asks.
“Yes but try getting one to talk to you about how it manifested!” Mohinder snaps.
Matt starts towards him but Nathan holds up his hand.
“Now, now doctor mind who you’re raising your voice to.”
Mohinder lets out a breath. “I beg your pardon Mr President, I’m a little tense. I can’t imagine why.”
“Oh my god! You’re doing that in front of me? It’s not enough you’re doing it you have to make an exhibition of it?”
“You like that boy? Does that feel good? I think it does. You see Mohinder, it’s very easy to keep him happy.”
“I think you’ll find that makes everyone happy.”
“Calm down boy, calm down. The nasty man didn’t mean to sound so sarcastic I’m sure. Let go of the doctor and lie down. There’s a good boy.”
“For god’s sake Nathan! He almost...”
“Mind your tone Mohinder, Matt is very protective of me. Isn’t that right boy? You love your daddy, don’t you?”
“I have a suggestion,” Nathan says, steepling his fingers. “Perhaps in future, rather than wait until interrogations are completed, Doctor Suresh can work with you?”
“What?” Mohinder asks, wide-eyed. “Nathan...”
“What do you think, Matt?” Nathan prompts.
Matt blinks docilely at him. “If that’s what you think is best, sir.”
“I... I don’t think that’s very practical,” Mohinder protests.
“Nonsense,” Nathan says briskly. “Matt, when you arrest someone you ensure that you inform Doctor Suresh. Doctor you go along and Matt will ensure you get some time, a reasonable amount of time, to take some samples. Between interrogations, or as part of the interrogation perhaps, Doctor Suresh can ask some questions. You boys can work out the details.” He claps his hands together happily. “Then after Matt is finished Mohinder can have what’s left.”
“I... Nathan, I don’t think this is going to work,” Mohinder stammers. “We don’t work well together.”
“Practice, Mohinder,” Nathan says cheerfully. “It makes perfect.” He walks over and claps a hand on Mohinder’s shoulder. “Think about what I said about that attitude adjustment, hmm?”
Mohinder gives him a sickly smile.
Mohinder jumps when the phone rings and he almost crushes the slide he’s holding.
“Are you alright, doc?” Elle asks.
“Fine, fine,” he stammers as she answers the phone. “Just a little anxious this morning.” He watches the colour fade from her face. “Who is it?” he asks softly.
“I’ll... I’ll just get him,” she says quickly, and shoves the phone at Mohinder. “It’s him.”
“Him?”
“The Homeland Security Director.”
Mohinder swallows sharply. “Yes?” he asks. “Oh. Fine.” He puts the phone down and smiles hopefully at her. “They’ve made an arrest so someone needs to go and...”
“No!” Elle says instantly. “No, no, no. Last time I came so hard I bust a blood vessel in my eye! I don’t get sick pay you know, and it took three weeks to heal.”
Mohinder shifts uncomfortably. “I think you’re exaggerating.”
“And he asked for you! He’d be really pissed if he asked for you and got me.” She brushes her hair back off her face. “Be a man.”
“Be a man,” Mohinder mutters heading for the door. “Easy for you to say.”
“I need you to do me a favour, Mohinder.”
“Can we... does he have to be here? You know he makes me uncomfortable.”
“Does he? I don’t know why. Matt, come here and show Mohinder how nice you can be.”
“Oh, no Nathan... get him off me!”
“Mohinder, you really need to learn to relax and enjoy life.”
“Ple...ase... please Nathan... get him off me.”
“That’s very good Matt, now come over here. There’s a good boy. Does the good boy deserve a treat? I think he does. Just the one, the doctor says we have to watch your calorie intake.”
“Jesus Christ! What the hell are you trying to do to me? What have I ever said or done that made you think I would WANT that?”
“Matt, Matt calm down. Mohinder I’ve told you before about raising your voice to me in front of him.”
“Nathan, you have got to get him some help! He is going to end up killing someone.”
“He’s a little tightly wound I’ll admit. I don’t have enough time to give him the attention that he needs. That’s what I want you to help me with. He needs to blow off some steam more often and I can hardly take him into the White House with me.”
“What? No! Dear god, no.”
“Hey, hey it’s alright boy. Shush, shush it’s okay. Don’t be upset. The doctor didn’t mean it that way. He likes you. Mohinder tell him that you like him.”
“Nathan...”
“Mohinder, don’t be churlish. Tell Matt that you like him.”
“I don’t think that...”
“Damn it Mohinder! You see what you did?”
“I didn’t mean to upset him. I don’t know why he’s upset when it’s not as if he likes me!”
“Shush, shush, it’s okay, boy. It’s okay. The doctor likes you; he’s just shy. He just needs a little help coming out of his shell. Don’t fuss now, Matt. Daddy loves you. Mohinder come on, would it kill you to open a little and show him some affection?”
“Fine, there. Enough?”
“Is that it?”
“He’s not my post-nervous-breakdown and near catatonic ‘pet’!”
“Mohinder, he’s not an idiot and he’s not deaf. I’ll thank you not to talk about him in that way. Now I need you to take him until he’s ready to meet people...”
“I can’t! Take him? What am I going to do with him? Oh god! Can you make him stop carrying on so? Really Nathan, if he’s so distressed at the idea of it then you wouldn’t force him surely?”
“It’s okay, it’s okay boy. Shush now, it’s okay, daddy loves you. I’ll come and see you every morning and every evening. You’ll see me just as much as you do now. But the doctor will be able to give you extra attention and affection that I can’t.”
Mohinder stamps up to the reception desk and glares at the bored looking guard.
“I’m here to see Parkman,” he says sharply.
The guard raises his eyebrows. “You mean the Director?”
“Why, do you have another one?”
“Funny bleeder aren’t you?” the guard says sourly, picking up a phone. He pushes a form at Mohinder. “Fill that in.”
Charlie stiffens as a large hand rests on the back of her neck.
“Finished the report yet?” Matt asks.
“I’m just making the changes you asked for,” she says meekly.
Matt runs his fingers through her hair. “You said an hour.”
“Yes Sir. I’m sorry sir.” Charlie braces herself and looks up at him. “Please forgive me.”
He smiles slightly and taps her nose with his finger. “Another half hour, alright?”
“Thank you, Sir,” she says relaxing.
Matt strokes a lock of her hair behind her ear. “When Suresh arrives, show him in and make us some coffee.”
“Yes sir,” Charlie says obediently.
“Mr Parkman, I have a boyfriend!”
“That’s nice, nobody should be alone.”
“He wouldn’t want you... ohhh... I mean um...”
“I don’t care about him, just you. I want to know what you want, Charlie. What do you want, hmm? Is this what you want?”
“I... oh golly... ohh... Mr... Mr Parkman I...”
“You don’t have to keep calling me Mr Parkman.”
“I... this isn’t part of my job descrip...ahh..tion!”
“This isn’t work, Charlie. This is a reward for being a good girl. Good girls should be rewarded and naughty girls should be punished.”
“You... you could give me a raise! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!”
“But I want you to be a good girl all the time, Charlie. I can’t give you a pay raise every day now can I?”
Mohinder balks at the brightly lit reception area; tastefully decorated in shades of pink, with lush pot plants, and with light classical musical playing. There is a wide oval beech desk with a computer in the middle, a small display of soft toys on one side, and a bowl of fruit on the other side. The pretty, fresh faced young woman sat at the computer offers Mohinder a bright smile.
“Why hi there, you must be Doctor Suresh?” she asks.
“Yes, I was looking for the Director’s office?”
“Well you found it! I’m Charlie.” She stands up to offer her hand and Mohinder stares at the plunging top and micro-mini skirt.
“Do you think that’s appropriate attire for your position?” he asks.
Her cheeks flush pink as she blushes and tugs awkwardly at the hem of her skirt. “Oh, Mr Parkman picked me out lots of clothes. Today he wanted me to wear this.”
“He chooses your clothes?” Mohinder asks.
Charlie laughs uncertainly and shrugs. “He has his phases. Sometimes very severe, sometimes very pretty, and sometimes like this.” She tries unsuccessfully to pull the blouse up to cover her breasts. “So if you’ll come with me I’ll show you right through.”
“How long have you been working for him?”
“Oh, gosh, almost a year now,” Charlie says, tottering unsteadily on five inch heels.
“Let me guess, he chose the shoes too?” Mohinder asks sourly.
She taps on the office door and then opens it. “Mr Parkman, Doctor Suresh is here. I’ll get that coffee now.”
Matt looks up from the computer and nods. “Okay, Charlie.”
“You dress her up like a toy?” Mohinder spits, slamming a hand down on the desk. “What is wrong with you?”
“You dressed me up,” Matt observes, lounging back in his chair. “You remember that?”
Mohinder reddens angrily. “You’re not seriously comparing the two things? Nathan had been keeping you naked, all I tried to do was give you some dignity!”
“Sure,” Matt yawns, stretching back. “It wasn’t that you found my nudity excruciatingly embarrassing or dressing me up exciting.”
Mohinder looks away. “You gave me some cock and balls... bull, cock and bull story about Peter Petrelli being in custody?”
The chair creaks as Matt stands up. Mohinder looks up startled and backs away as Matt approaches.
“Cock and balls?” Matt asks, pinning Mohinder against the wall. “Got something on your mind have you?”
“Let me go,” Mohinder says quietly, straining at Matt’s grasp.
“Or what?”
“You win, okay? You’re bigger and stronger than me, you win. Let me go.”
“You don’t play fair, Suresh,” Matt says, gathering Mohinder’s wrists together and holding them easily in one large hand. His other hand grips Mohinder’s face and forces it up. “You acquiesce over and over but it doesn’t stick. Do you get off on me forcing you to submit?”
“I won’t be that girl,” Mohinder grits. “I won’t be dressed up and paraded around.”
“You’ll belong to me soon. You would already if you had more sense.”
“Nathan did this to you. Don’t you see that? You were sick and he took advantage of you in the worst possible way.”
There’s a small tap on the door.
“Come in,” Matt says cheerfully, letting go of Mohinder. “Sit down, Suresh.”
Mohinder stumbles backwards as Charlie walks carrying in a tray off coffee and biscuits.
“Have you finished the report?” Matt asks, touching her waist.
“Yes sir, I’ve emailed it you. I’m sorry it took longer than I expected.”
Matt touches her lower lip with his thumb and winks.
She puts the tray down and as she bends over her skirt rides up showing the tiny white silk shorts.
“You pick those too?” Mohinder sneers.
Charlie goes red with embarrassment, standing up quickly and trying to tug down her skirt.
“Ignore him,” Matt says gently to her. “Take your break now, hmm?”
“Yes sir,” Charlie smoothes the skirt down and teeters out.
Matt backhands Mohinder in the face then grabs him by the scruff of the neck and shoves him down onto the guest chair.
“You don’t embarrass her. You mind your mouth and you play nicely.”
Mohinder clutches his face and nods silently.
Matt leans down, hands on the arms of the chair, looming over Mohinder. “Charlie is mine. You don’t upset or hurt what’s mine, understand?”
“Yes,” Mohinder says quietly.
Matt cups Mohinder’s face in his palm. “Drink your coffee. We’ll go and see Peter.”
Charlie is sat at the far end of the desk reading a book and drinking a cup of hot chocolate. She looks up when Matt and Mohinder walk into reception. She puts down her book and straightens up as Matt walks over to her. He sits down on the desk and strokes her hair as he talks to her. Mohinder watches her smile shyly and tip up her face to let Matt kiss and lick her throat.
“Doesn’t it bother her that you’re screwing around on her?” Mohinder asks as they wait for the elevator.
“You know it isn’t that way.” Matt walks into the elevator as the doors open. “You know exactly how it is.”
Matt struts into the cell and Mohinder stops in the doorway, staring.
“What are you doing?” Mohinder hisses. “This is Peter Petrelli!”
Matt prowls over to the bed where the naked man is lying bound and gagged face down on the bed. “Hmm mmm, it is.” He paws at Peter’s thighs idly and smiles at the muffled yells.
“The President...”
“Taking my name in vain, Mohinder?” Nathan asks, looking into the cell.
“Sir, Mr President, I had nothing to do with this!” Mohinder wails.
Nathan strolls into the cell where Matt still has his hand on Peter’s legs. “Can you break him?”
“I think so, Sir,” Matt says diffidently. “If I can do what I need to.”
“Good.” Nathan strokes Matt’s face and Matt leans into his touch. “If you do, you can keep him afterwards. Would you like that boy?"
“Yes daddy."
Chapter 2
