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Isaac hadn't answered his door. Peter had knocked and shouted repeatedly for the artist, but Isaac hadn't answered his door. This was unfortunate because Peter knew that Mohinder was already frustrated with being shipped back and forth from the Lower East Side; but it was also fortunate because this meant a second time to try and connect with the geneticist, a second time to stand next to him on the subway, a second time to listen to the man speak, but get lost in the sultry combination of his soft, clear eyes and his dark, silky voice.

This way, Peter didn't have to share Mohinder.

He knew that it was selfish of him, to keep Mohinder to himself, but Mohinder was the first person to listen to him, to trust him, and sooner or later be the first person to believe him, and Peter just needed that right now.

"I can't help but be aggravated that we traveled all this way to look for a missing artist," Mohinder grumbled.

"I know, I'm really sorry that I wasted your time," Peter replied. That was a lie, a complete lie. He wasn't sorry at all for spending the afternoon with Mohinder, he was sorry that they had only a few more stops before they had to get off the train and go their separate ways.

Mohinder looked at Peter with his clear eyes seeming slightly agitated, but when Peter matched the geneticist's eyes with his own, as they had so many times on the way there, Mohinder's eyes softened back to their normal state.

"Oh, I'm sorry Peter; I know that you didn't do it on purpose. I haven't been quite myself lately."

"We all get angry Mohinder. We all get frustrated. The only thing that we can do when that happens is learn the proper way to get rid of the anger," Peter said, lowering his voice and holding the contact between the two men. They drew their lips closer to each other, Peter had almost sampled the mocha lips when an older woman near them coughed and broke their increasing reverie. Mohinder blinked out of the contact, shook his head, and moved to the back of the car.

Peter couldn't let Mohinder escape with a slight shake of his head and a bounce of his curls. "Why are you here?" Peter asked.

"Why are any of us here?" the professor answered.

"Don't give me any of that philosophy crap," Peter said, shortening the distance between the two men's bodies. "Why are you here? With me? You're not acting like you want to, you're just acting like you're pissed off," Peter whispered.

"I want to believe in you," Mohinder whispered back. "I want to believe that you have special abilities that can change the world, and I am willing to do anything to help you do that."

"Anything?" Peter asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mohinder nodded. "Anything. After all, it's not like you share intimate moment about destiny, in a New York cab, during an eclipse with just anyone." Mohinder pulled away from the wall revealing the poster that his back had previously covered. Peter could feel the weight of the professor's breath on his lips and the slight hint of chai mixing with the dash of mocha of his own.

"How much of that cab ride was destiny?" Peter asked, his bangs falling in front of his face.

Mohinder reached up and tucked the loose bang behind Peter's ear. "Absolutely all of it," he answered.

Peter couldn't hold back anymore. He was going to be even more selfish, but after being selfless for his entire life, something was going to be his, so Peter briefly closed the tiny gap between his lips and Mohinder's.

"Peter, what are you doing?" asked Mohinder surprised, but not repulsed.

Peter didn't use words, he simply smiled, and then placing his hands behind Mohinder's head, a move he had learned from his brother, pulled the doctor back to him.

Their lips connected again, this time longer, with Mohinder responding eagerly. Peter nearly giggled a little when it was Mohinder's tongue pushing against his lip asking for entry, but Peter didn't hesitate a second before parting his lips and sliding his arms down to the doctor's waist, eliminating all space between the two men. Peter wanted to make sure that Mohinder could feel the warmth between his legs as well as he could feel Mohinder's.

Peter's tongue outlined the doctor's teeth before placing his weight in the center of Mohinder's tongue, and then tracing the top of his mouth. Mohinder responded by deepening the kiss, and shifting around his messenger bag that was trying to make its way between the two.

"Peter…too many…too many people…on the…on the subway…" breathed Mohinder between the times that Peter's mouth preoccupied his own.

"What, are you bashful, doc?" Peter whispered, nipping at the geneticist's ear.

Mohinder shuddered at the bite and grabbed Peter by the coat. "Hardly," he murmured back, turning them around to switch places, and pushing Peter up against the wall.

Peter couldn't help laughing as Mohinder reclaimed his lips and pinned him to the side of the train. Don't give your heart to just anyone, the poster said, and Peter didn't intend to do anything of the sort. After all, Mohinder Suresh wasn't just anyone; he was someone who believed in him.