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Name: Alpha Dog 9
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder, Matt/Adam
Rating: 18
Warnings: Dub-con sex, references to rape
Note: follows Chapter 8




Mohinder looks up with anxious eyes when the door is opened and smiles uncertainly when Matt is shown in.

“Can I speak?” he asks meekly.

“I don’t have long,” Matt says brusquely. “Are you alright?”

“Yes Matt.” Mohinder pulls the blanket around himself. “I’m not that cold. It’s anxiety.”

Matt tips up his face, rubs his thumb across Mohinder’s cheek. “Have they hurt you?”

“Cold and heat.” Mohinder leans into Matt’s touch and sighs. “They broke into my apartment and drugged me. I didn’t want to be here! I’m not a terrorist, I promise.”

Matt draws Mohinder up to his feet and pushes him back against the wall. “You wouldn’t. I know you wouldn’t betray me.”

“No, never,” Mohinder says softly. He smiles as he feels Matt’s hand between his legs. “They asked me things about you, what Nathan did to you.” His hands clutch the wall. “I didn’t know though and if I had I wouldn’t have told them.”

Matt works him with easy, confident strokes. “They blew up a hospital to get me.”

“Nice to... uh... to be wanted...” Mohinder grunts, sagging back against the wall as he comes.

“I don’t know if... I don’t know what’s going to happen,” Matt admits. “But I’ll make sure you’re not hurt.”

“I know,” Mohinder says, kissing his cheek.




Adam numbly watches a glossy round tear of blood blossom from his chewed, gnawed nail and drop down, down onto the scuffed concrete floor. The ragged wound heals slowly and the nail grows back but the spot of blood still blots the floor.

“Calm down,” Bennet says quietly.

“I’m perfectly calm dear boy,” Adam says with a thin, forced smile. “Agitated would be an entirely different situation.”

“Chewing your nails till they bleed is not a sign of inner tranquillity,” Bennet observes.

Adam shakes his head and stalks about the room. “Perhaps you could lead me in a yoga exercise.”

Another scream rips through the air and Adam blanches.

“He’s fine,” Bennet promises. “This is part of the healing.”

“Spare me the penny aphorisms,” Adam snarls. “It’s torture. I’m having my husband tortured to try and force him into some blank caricature of what he used to be.” He sinks down to the floor and buries his head in his hands.



Adam dries his hands on the seat of his trousers as he walks into the soft room. The walls, floor, and ceiling are padded and Matt is sat in a corner of the room, huddled up. He silently looks up at Adam and then at the door slowly shutting.

“How’re you feeling?” Adam asks, approaching him carefully.

Matt’s nails dig into his palms and he looks away. When Adam sits down and touches his arm, Matt stares at him.

“Don’t touch me,” he says quietly.

“Matt, please...”

“What do you want?” Matt asks wearily.

Adam touches his fingertips to Matt’s hand, stroking the heel of his palm. “Since when do you have a callous here?”

“Since I’ve spent my time beating the shit out of people,” Matt chokes out. “Why are you here?”

Adam adjusts his position and runs his fingers through his hair. “Where else would be? I’m your husband. I love you.”

“This is how you show it?”

“I... what do you mean?”

Matt pushes himself back against the wall and stands up, as far back away from Adam as possible. “Why did you do this? Why couldn’t you just let me be?”

“Matt!” Adam says, standing up slowly. “You had a breakdown and Nathan Petrelli took advantage of that! He abused you, he kidnapped you, he’s been tormenting you. I couldn’t let that just happen.”

“Why?” Matt asks sharply. “I was happy enough. Now... now I close my eyes and I see... do you know the things I’ve done? Are you a fucking sadist to want me to know what I’ve done?”

Adam shakes his head and smiles sadly. “I’ve been there, with none of your excuse. You weren’t yourself, you aren’t responsible for what did. I know it hurts but, but now you can make amends. In time you’ll see this was the best.”

“Amends? Amends for torture and rape? How the fuck am I supposed to do that?” Matt snarls. “You could’ve let them kill me, why would you do this?”

Adam takes a half step back. “I love you, I’d never hurt you,” he says softly. “Till death do us part,” he says with a small smile. “Together we can...”

“You’re four hundred years old! You might live another four hundred or more,” Matt snaps, interrupting him. “In twenty years, if I live that long, you’d already have lost interest in being with me, with an old man. In forty years you’d be burying me.” Matt steps forward. “In a hundred years you’ll have forgotten my name. Two hundred years and I won’t even be a memory.”

“That’s not true,” Adam says quietly, shaking his head. “None of that is true.”

“I don’t have hundreds of years, Adam,” Matt says quietly. “Till death do us part is a fucking joke, we just never admitted it. So why did you do it? I have maybe forty years at most and they’re going to be miserable. It’s nothing to you, nothing, but it’s all I’ve got. The rest of my life poisoned by what I did. You could’ve had them lock me up somewhere and thrown away the key. You could’ve let me be.”

Adam scrubs his eyes with the back of his hand. “Don’t talk like this.”

Matt pulls Adam’s hand away and dries his eyes. “Don’t cry you big baby,” he says softly. “Don’t you think I’ve had enough of that?”

“We’ll go away,” Adam suggests. “Somewhere you won’t be known. Somewhere you can recover and relax, just us.”

“Be serious,” Matt says, holding his hand. “Your little friends here didn’t go to all this trouble just to let me sneak off to the Caribbean now did they?” He shakes his head. “Let me talk to Bennet.”

“You’re not ready.”

“Adam,” Matt says quietly. “You’re not making any more decisions for me, do you understand?”



Bennet strolls into Matt’s cell, smiling faintly. Matt is sat again on the floor, his knees pulled up to his chest.

“How’re you feeling now?” he asks, his hands loosely clasped in front of him.

Matt stares at him balefully. “Cut the shit.”

“Alright, you wanted to see me?”

“You think Nathan Petrelli is running the country.”

Bennet blinks at him, for once honestly thrown. “Of course.”

“You’re wrong,” Matt says dryly. “It’s Sylar. He’s a shape changer now.”

The smile drains from Bennet’s face. “What?”

“Sylar is running the country,” Matt says smiling painfully. “Did you honestly think Nathan Petrelli would do something as potentially inefficient as controlling me by turning me into a pet?”



Mohinder presses up against the door, listening to the argument railing down the corridor.



West blushes when Matt looks up.

“Uh, I brought your meal,” he stutters. He looks over his shoulder anxiously and then smiles. “There’s nobody out there. We could...” he shifts the tray. “I brought some lube, um, it’s flavoured.”

Matt goes grey. “What?”

West puts the tray down on the floor and sits down. “Is that okay? I never really did this before.” He brushes his hair behind his ear. “I’m only supposed to give you plastic cutlery but I got you the proper.”

Matt picks up the knife and slowly rubs his thumb over the serrated edge. “Thank you.”

West licks his lips. “I don’t know how much time I can be in here.”

Matt’s eyes drift up to his. “If you want people to take you seriously you have to treat yourself seriously. Stand up for yourself. Work out when you can say no, and say it.”

“Say no?” West echoes. “I can’t...”

“People treat you as you let them,” Matt says quietly, looking back down at the knife.

“Right.” West shifts a little closer and Matt looks up warily. “So... should I take off my clothes?”

Matt drops the knife suddenly as the blade pierces his palm.

“Oh heck!” West scrambles for the door. “We need a first aid kit!”

Matt watches the blood spurts hotly over his white paper suit and the grey padding of the room. So much blood, sticky and hot.


Took too long. A few hours, that was the limit. That was how they had before Adam’s blood reached its limit.
But it took them days.

Days of waiting. Days of knowing. Days of Adam staying hopeful, telling them all the times that miracles happened.
Mohinder had abandoned her months ago. His fickle affections switched to something else. Another person leaving.
Now he’d let her down. She was his responsibility. His daughter, his Molly.

The blood was long dry when they got her out. They cleaned her up for the official identification but Matt saw the images in their minds. Shattered, crushed, destroyed.

Wasn’t right. Wasn’t fair. Wasn’t right.

She’d had all her bad luck, all her misery. It wasn’t fair.

He should’ve protected her. It was his job. She trusted him. He promised her. He let her down. He let her down.

Adam keeps talking but he can’t hear. Keeps trying to hold him but he can’t bear it.

The desperate clamour of the other man’s thoughts is deafening. The heaving swells of grief suffocating.

Her coat on the hook. Her pictures on the wall. Her peanut butter in the fridge.

He let her down and now she’s gone.

He let her down and he’s still here.

Still looking at her room, at her things, at the strands of her hair in the brush.

Here, not here. His fault.




Bennet tuts as he walks across the infirmary towards the bed where Matt is strapped down.

“Rather childish to tell the healer you didn’t want your hand fixing.”

“Fuck off and die,” Matt says tonelessly.

Bennet sits on the side of the bed and looks down at him. “Do you think you’re the only person who’s done morally dubious things that they regret?”

“In this room, yes.”

“You don’t think I’ve don’t anything dubious?” Bennet asks, eyebrows rising.

“I don’t think you regret any of them,” Matt says evenly. “You don’t have the self-awareness.”

Bennet folds his arms. “Nobody blames you, Matt.”

“Three cheers for nobody,” Matt says, closing his eyes.

“Nobody holds you responsible.”

“I do.” Matt opens his eyes again. “Am I supposed to be grateful you haven’t killed me?”

“It would be nice,” Bennet agrees.

Matt shakes his head and looks away. “What do you want? You want me to go bomb Sylar, is that it?”

Bennet purses his lips. “What happened to Nathan Petrelli?”

“What time is it?”

“Six-thirty, why?”

Matt shrugs. “He’ll be having his dinner. Unless Luke’s completely abandoned feeding him. God knows what he’ll be doing so long on his own.”

“Nathan Petrelli is alive?” Bennet yelps. “Where? Who’s Luke?”

“Luke Campbell.” Matt grinds his teeth. “Nathan’s at my place, middle bedroom. Sylar ‘gave him’ to me a while ago, as a present. Where he’d been until then I don’t know.”

“Who does Campbell think he is?”

Matt raises his eyebrows. “He knows who he is. He always knew who Sylar was. He only joined the resistance because Sylar told him too. When Sylar got bored of him Luke got himself captured and came to me.”

Bennet stands up and clasps his hands together tightly. “I see. The names of any other undercover agents would be very useful to us.”

“I bet they would,” Matt agrees. “I’m not having any more deaths on my conscience.”

“I’m afraid there’s no choice here that allows you to have a completely clean conscience,” Bennet says smoothly. “Choosing not to help is still a choice and it still has consequences.”

Matt shrugs again. “This is all you want, to assassinate a few undercover agents just doing their jobs?”

Bennet purses his lips as he stares at Matt. “What do you suggest, Matt?”

Matt shakes his head and looks away. “Why would I suggest anything? I’m a prisoner.”

“I must admit to being a little surprised at this attitude from you. You never struck me as the sort of man to be apathetic.”

“My daughter is dead, I was kidnapped, brainwashed, assaulted, and turned into a monster. Tell me what I have to be enthusiastic about?”

Bennet sits back down on the side of the bed. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to Claire.”

“Well you’ll never have to worry about will you?” Matt snaps. “Fucking regens.”

“Ahh, you’re still angry at Adam,” Bennet says, relaxing slightly. “You’re not being fair to him.”

“My heart bleeds.”

“If it wasn’t for him you’d have been assassinated a long time ago.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Matt asks sharply. “It would’ve been better all round if I had been.”

“Alright, enough of this childish whining,” Bennet says sharply. “The situation is what it is and we all have to deal with that. The question is, Matt, are you willing to do what needs to be done?”



Elle wanders into Charlie’s office and sits down on the desk.

“Hey.”

“Good morning,” Charlie says with a brisk, professional smile.

“Any news?” Elle asks plaintively.

Charlie and looks at her appraisingly. “What’ve you heard?”

Elle perks up. “Nothing! Not since they realised the big boss wasn’t at the hospital.”

“Well,” Charlie says, leaning forward. “You’re out of the loop!”

“Tell!”



‘Nathan’ stalks up and down in front of the bed, staring at Matt but ignoring the nurse fussing with his injured hand.

“How did you escape?”

Matt doesn’t look at him, keeps his attention on the nurse. “One of the guards helped.”

“Why would he do that?” ‘Nathan’ demands.

Matt spins the nurse around, pins her to the bed, and kisses her, groping her with his uninjured hand.

‘Nathan’ barks a laugh. “Let her up, boy, you have enough of that at home waiting for you.” He chortles as the startled woman gets up and tries to adjust her clothing. “So you charmed one of the guards did you?” He walks over and ruffles Matt’s hair. Matt’s shoulders tense at his touch. “I’m surprised you brought Mohinder with you.”

“He was the only other prisoner they were holding,” Matt says, holding out his hand for the nurse. “I’m only sorry I couldn’t bring you a prisoner, sir.”

‘Nathan’ sits on the bed and tips up Matt’s face, licking Matt’s cheek. “Daddy was worried about you boy. He didn’t like the thought of someone else playing with his pet.”

The nurse trips over her feet as she rushes from the room.

Matt forces a smile. “Nobody plays with me but you... daddy.”

‘Nathan’ looks at him silently for a long moment and then gives a bright, sunny smile. “You’ll be wanting to go home and see to your pets.”

“Yes,” Matt says, stirring. “Candice is... yes.”

“Good, good, and back at work tomorrow,” he says briskly, standing up. “You and Mohinder.”

“Yes,” Matt says again.

“You don’t seem yourself, boy. Did they hurt you very badly?” ‘Nathan’ coos.

Matt straightens up. “No, I’m just annoyed I was tricked. I trusted Adam and he betrayed me.”

“He never loved you,” ‘Nathan’ says, cupping Matt’s face. “I’m the only who really loves you. You know that don’t you, boy?”

“Yes... daddy.”



Matt stares at the front door of the house and takes a deep breath before opening the door. In seconds, Luke and Peter are jumping all over him like overexcited puppies.

“Missed you, Master! Missed you!”

“Sir! Sir! Look at me!”

“Is Mohinder here yet?” Matt asks, disentangling himself.

“No,” Luke sulks. “He’s had you all this time!”

Matt kisses Luke gently. “No, I saw him twice that’s all. Don’t be jealous.”

“I... sorry Master,” Luke says uncertainly. “Shall I get your bed ready?”

“Oh, yes, thank you.”

Luke smiles and walks away, looking back for a moment, before carrying on upstairs.

“What happened to your hand?” Peter asks, taking Matt’s hand is his.

“It’s just a cut.” Matt kisses Peter’s forehead and retrieves his hand. “Is Candice alright? Where is she?” Matt asks.

“They’re fine,” Peter promises. “Didn’t have to go to the hospital or anything. Might I come to you, tonight?”

“They?” Matt asks, swaying. “She had the baby?”

“Yes, we didn’t know who to...”

Matt charges past and up the stairs. He pauses before Candice’s door and knocks cautiously before walking in.

The room is almost bare, just a mattress on the floor and the huge, shiny crib.

Candice looks up from her fashion magazine and sits up.

“The worm said you were away,” she says, scowling.

“I’m sorry,” Matt says sitting down. “Are you alright? Do you need anything, medical attention?”

Candice rolls her eyes. “I’m fine. It’s fine. I kept my side of the bargain.”

Matt walks over to the crib and looks inside. “Can I...”

“It’s your kid,” Candice says awkwardly.

Matt tentatively scoops up the baby wincing as it immediately starts wailing. “Hey, hey come on now.” Matt twitches the blanket aside. “Have you got a name little boy?” Matt whispers, leaning down and kissing his face. “I’m sorry I missed you getting here.”

“So you going to take this thing off and let me go?” Candice asks, tugging at the chain around her neck.

Matt puts the baby back into the crib and digs in his pockets for the keys. “I can get you somewhere to live.”

Candice frowns, watching as he unchains her. “Is this a trick?”

“I’ve always been honest with you, Candice,” Matt says, tucking the keys back into his pocket. “I need to check on... I’ll be back in a few minutes and we can have a proper chat.”

“Can I kill Luke?” she suggests.

“No!”

Candice stands up and stretches as Matt walks from the room.

Outside Matt takes a deep breath and walks into Nathan’s room. Nathan shuffles inside his box as Matt approaches. He looks away when Matt kneels down.

“We need to talk,” Matt says softly, reaching out a hand.

Nathan rears back, pressing his back against the thin cardboard.

“I want to take that chain off,” Matt explains.

“That little shit said you’d gone away. I was worried you’d been killed and I’d be stuck with him,” he says licking his lips.

“No, I was kidnapped by the resistance and forcibly ‘healed’,” Matt explains.

“That doesn’t look very healed,” Nathan says, nodding at Matt’s hand.

Matt taps his temple. “Up here, what Sylar did.” He throws the keys to Nathan.

Nathan chews his lip and then nods. “Yeah. So now you’re looking at the consequences and feeling like you want to vomit up every meal you’ve ever eaten.” He rifles through the keys before unlocking the chain.

“Yeah.”

“I could lie and tell you that you’ll stop thinking about it,” Nathan says, throwing the chain aside. “I don’t. Of course I’m stuck in a cardboard box sat on my ass all day so there isn’t much else to think of.”

Matt steps back. “So some of it was you, it wasn’t all Sylar.”

“You knew that,” Nathan says quietly. “Isn’t that why you had me locked in here like a dog? I know you don’t treat Luke or the girl he complains about like this. What?”

Matt shrugs, and get out of the way. “I’m wondering how you can stand to have a conversation with me after what I did to you.”

Nathan climbs out of the box and stretches, then stumbles and falls against Matt.

“Shit, sorry,” Matt says, red-faced as Nathan clings to him. “I’ll get clothes and a chair.”

“Parkman, for God’s sake just calm down,” Nathan growls as Matt sits him down. “Stop shaking.”

“I can’t help it.” Matt takes off his jacket and wraps it around Nathan’s shoulders.

Nathan looks at him for a long moment. “I heard a baby crying.”

“Candice gave birth.” Matt swallows. “It was... we had a deal. She had a baby and I’d let her go.”

“Congratulations,” Nathan says dryly. He pulls Matt’s jacket around him.

“I’ll... I’ll get you something to wear,” Matt stutters, heading for the door.

“Parkman,” Nathan says, brushing the hair off his face. “Did you tell the resistance about me?”

“Yeah, I did.”

Nathan nods. “So are you going to kill me or are they sending someone else?”



Mohinder and Peter are sat on the sofa when Matt walks downstairs. They move apart abruptly when Matt walks into the room.

“It’s late, I’m going to bed,” Matt says awkwardly.

“Can I come?” Mohinder asks.

“Can I come too?” Peter asks, batting his eyes at Matt.

“Sure,” Matt says, with a weak smile. “It’s a big bed. Everyone can sleep in it. Go upstairs and I’ll meet you there.” As he walks into the kitchen for a glass of water he hears Peter mutter something and Mohinder giggle. “Shit,” Matt says under his breath. “You can do this, you can do this.”

When he walks out into the living room, the lights have been turned down except for the one illuminating the stairs. The rest of the room is cast into odd, distorted shadows.

The person at the top of the stairs is huddled miserably, leaning against the banister, tears shining in the light.

“Luke, what’s wrong?” Matt asks, sitting next to him.

“Sorry Master,” he sniffles, wiping his face.

Matt tentatively puts an arm around Luke’s shoulders and Luke leans against him. “Don’t cry, eh?”

“Didn’t tell the others that you’d... I was worried.”

“I’m all right.” Matt pats the young man’s back.

“You’re different,” Luke says quietly. “You keep bringing other people. You’re getting bored of me.”

“That’s not it.”

“What is it?” Luke asks, turning to him and putting a hand on Matt’s knee. “Can I help?”

Matt tips Luke’s face up and stares at him. “You’re so young. You should be at school; skipping classes, turning in late reports, getting drunk, having fun. You’re too young for this.”

Luke’s fingers fidget in his lap. “I don’t understand.”

Matt drops his hand and pats Luke’s knee. “You’re a good boy and... and I want to do right by you. What did you want to be when you were little?”

Luke screws up his face in thought. “Fireman.”

Matt smiles. “Oh, that makes sense.”

“But my dad said that I’d never be because I was too short and too stupid,” he says with a shrug. “I missed so much school I barely passed the GED.”

“You’re not stupid, Luke,” Matt promises. “Would you like to go to school, do all that stuff?”

Luke reaches down and pulls at his sock. “I couldn’t.”

“You could if you wanted,” Matt says. “We can sort it, if that’s what you’d want.”

“Might,” Luke says quietly. “Where would I live?”

Matt pulls his hair gently and Luke looks up. “That’s up to you. You can stay here or you could have your own place if you wanted, have parties, meet lots of boys and girls.”

Luke chews his lip uncertainly. “You’re not throwing me out?”

“No,” Matt promises. “I want to do right by you, by all of you.”

Luke climbs onto Matt’s lap and rests his head on Matt’s shoulder.

“Let’s go to bed, hmm?” Matt says quietly, standing up. Luke nods silently as Matt caries him along the corridor and into the bedroom.



They huddle together in the bed, Matt in the middle with Luke sprawled on top of him, and Mohinder and Peter on either side. Matt lies in the dark, in the quiet, listening to Luke’s slightly congested snuffles, to Peter’s deep breathing, and to Mohinder’s light, even breaths.

“Matt, are you awake?” Mohinder asks softly.

“Go to sleep,” Matt whispers.

Mohinder moves closer. “What did they do to you?”

“I’m trying to sleep, Mohinder,” Matt says, shifting the heavily sleeping Luke slightly.

“You’re the way you used to be,” Mohinder says quietly. “The way you were before.”

Matt rubs his face. “I can’t have this conversation with you, not now.”

Mohinder strokes Matt’s arm with his fingers. “You only want me when you’re broken.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

Matt turns and squints at Mohinder in the dark. “So you and Peter?”

“Don’t matchmake me, Matt,” Mohinder says lightly. “I can rehome myself.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about.”




 
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